Not quite a Honeymoon 2

Once they had left the rooms of »Changing World«, the two women took off their masks and with the coats over their catsuits, they looked unsuspicious, at least to some random viewer. They quickly exchanged a high five and then descended the fire staircase and headed towards a parked car in a dark corner.

»Did everything work out as planned?«, Adele, sitting on the driver`s seat, asked. One of the women, a blonde who had just ascended the passenger seat, nodded.

»Mathilda was a perfect partner in crime – though it seemed she was a bit surprised by her role in the game!«

Adele smiled enigmatically as her henchwoman reported her how they had left Mathilda and Julie. She had just told Mathilda that she should take care the emergency door would be open and sure, the girl had guessed that someone would come, but not that she would end up bound and gagged, too.

She bent towards the other woman at the backseat who had already started her laptop and plugged in the stick with the data taken from Julie`s computer.

»How does the technical side of our plan get on, Alinda?«

Alinda blew one of her dark brown curls from her face and mumbled something unintelligible. Then, she rummaged through her coat, put on her glasses and moments later, her fingers flew over the keyboard.

»It`s more or less just copy and paste – but I have to use different fake IDs and also have to accustom our – presents a bit!«

Adele started the car. She knew that Alinda didn`t need any advice or help and so, they could leave the crime scene. She forced herself to stick to the speed limit and had to oppress the urge to tell the woman beside her to check on her phone if there were already reactions to what they were doing.

»Maybe, when Julie and Mathilda are found by their coworkers, the whole thing will already have gone viral!«

***

Once the thugs had left, both Julie and Mathilda had tried to get free of their bonds, but to no avail. Julie was quite tall and athletic, but that didn`t mean she could break the zip ties tying her wrists and ankles. Mathilda also didn`t dare to struggle too much, for with her arms pulled upwards behind her back, she feared she might fall off and dislodge her shoulders.

Julie had then tried to get her arms over her chair`s backrest, but with her ankles tied to her wrists, this didn`t work out either. All it had caused was that she had pushed her naked breasts against Mathilda`s face. The girl had tried to turn away, but in her position, she only had the choice between distorting her upper body or getting in contact with her co-captive`s boobs.

Finally, the exhausted Julie had stopped squirming and so, Mathilda had also tried to find a position that was not too straining. Mathilda was still wearing her jacket and thus sweating profusely. She felt a drop of sweat run down her nose, causing a desperate desire to scratch. Then, it landed between Julie`s breasts, adding to the moisture caused by Julie´s sweat.

»Mhhmmph!«, Mathilda tried to form an apology. Now, she wondered how she could have been so naïve. Adele had told her that all she had to do was to open the door at the right time! Of course, she had known that this meant opening it for someone, but she somehow had hoped that someone would just storm inside, grab their laptops and leave within a minute. And now, she had to spend the time until someone would show up, bound and gagged and together with the woman she just had betrayed.

»If this is over, I will take the money and then quit my job as soon as possible! Maybe, I can find work somewhere in the North!«

She had to swallow, for the cloth in her mouth was causing her to drool. Both she and Julie had tried to wriggle off the tape, but this had also not brought them any success. They would remain gagged until someone found them.

»At least, it will be less embarrassing for me than for Julie!«

»Changing World« had three more employees, in addition to her and Laila, and all were men. They were all respectful and sure would handle the situation sensitively, but nevertheless, they were men and at least the one who came first would see Julie`s ample breasts in the nude. For the rest of their time working together, Julie would know that when she was talking to them, they would perhaps imagine how she looked topless.

Mathilda looked at the clock on the wall. It was just 10pm. This was a newspaper and thus, they usually worked longer in the evenings, but didn`t start before 9am. Of course, Julie showed up earlier and now, with them having their big story, the others would also start to work before 9, but for the next eight hours, they would be forced to stay bound and gagged.

As on keyword, she felt her arms ache and she had to change her position to give her shoulders some ease. Julie also seemed to be unruly and shifted in her seat, causing her thighs to rub against Mathilda`s.

»Oh my God, she needs to pee! She has had three or four cups of coffee and – eww! It`s so gross!«

Indeed, Julie was squirming and twitching whilst she ached and panted, but then, Mathilda noticed that she was also flexing her bound arms. Mathilda rose the little her bondage allowed her without toppling over and she saw that Julie was pulling on her jacket that was still draped over the backrest.

»Does she have something in her pocket? Her phone, a pocketknife?«

With her ankles tied to Julie`s wrists, Mathilda could feel how she was pulling on the jacket, trying to get her fingers into one of the pockets. Finally, Julie let the jacket go and Mathilda more felt than heard her pant as her chest was heaving from the effort.

»Mhhmmph!«

Mathilda twitched as something pricked into her ankle. She felt that Julie was now twisting and moving her hands and then, after what seemed an eternity, she suddenly heard a triumphant grunt and then, Julie`s hands appeared in front of her eyes. In one hand, Julie held a nail clipper.

»Uuhhmm! Phhmm!«

»Mph!«, Julie agreed. Then, she once again turned back behind the backrest and Mathilda felt her cut through her ankle ties.

Once her feet came free, Mathilda reflexively lowered her aching legs – and almost hung on her bound arms as she nearly slipped from Julie`s lap. The Black managed to keep her from falling by grabbing her hips – but at the cost that she dropped the nail clipper.

She let out a moan of frustration,  but then, she once again moved on her seat, her hands still securing Mathilda. With her chin, she energetically pointed to something at her left and Mathilda looked. There, just two feet apart, was still the chair the woman had used to tie Mathilda`s hands to the ceiling hook.

Since the chair had rolls, they managed to get close enough to the chair so Mathilda could get first one and then her second leg over to it. She still had to kneel in an uncomfortable position, but now, Julie could slide to the floor, grab the nail clipper and free her legs.

»Mhhmm! Uhhmmm!«, Mathilda demanded to be freed as Julie was trying to get to her feet. However, once she stood on wobbly legs, the Black suddenly staggered away. Moments later, The sound of the flush told Mathilda that Julie indeed had to pay tribute to all the coffee.

When she returned, Julie was still gagged and her blouse was still unbuttoned, but she had adjusted her bra. Now, she quickly freed Mathilda`s arms and the girl sank to the floor. Both then ripped the tape from their mouths and at the same time, they spat out the sodden cloths.

»Phew!«, Julie commented whilst some saliva ran down her chin. Mathilda just panted and licked her lips. Then, they hugged, though Mathilda still felt guilty for having made this ordeal possible.

»Julie, I-«, she began, but the Black interrupted her and reached for the desk to pull herself to her feet.

»We must see what they have stolen!«

Mathilda watched as Julie checked her computer and after a few minutes, she seemed relieved.

»The article I have been working on got deleted, but everything else is still there! So, all these thugs have caused is a delay of some two or three hours!«

Her eyes behind the glasses she had put back on sparkled and Mathilda avoided her look, but also felt relief. They were free, nobody had seen their ordeal and her betrayal had caused no significant damage.

»Now, will you call the Police?«

»Of course, I will – immediately after I have finished my article! Get me some coffee – and, if you need something stronger, there is some Gin in my cupboard! I will show these thugs that they have achieved nothing, not even delaying our next edition!«

***

Mike had refused to tell her more about the trip to London, except that they had to leave early to catch the ferry to Dover. They had had a very unpleasant breakfast aboard and now, they were sitting in a train getting them to London.

»Best! Honeymoon! Ever!«, Isabelle complained as she sat wedged between Mike and the train`s wall. At least, Mike was shielding her from the guy next to him and she could look out of the window and admire Southern England in the rain.

Mike tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away. Isabelle was not really annoyed, but she wanted Mike to try a little harder to cheer her up.

»It`s just the test, Belle! You know that the general rehearsal has to fail for the premiere to be a full success!«

Isabelle grumbled something unintelligible. Said »premiere« was still frightening her a bit. She loved Mike, but still, marrying him was a big step. If only she had had someone to talk to! But Mike had told her not to inform Samantha yet.

»You know her! She would somehow figure out where we are and then, we would have maybe five minutes of privacy for the whole week!«

Now, he cuddled closer to her and whispered into her ear:

»Would it help if I told you that as long as you are here, we don`t need the sun, for your beauty would overshine it anyway?«

She could not help chuckling. Corny compliments that nevertheless felt good were one of Mike`s specialties. However, she forced herself to still play hard to get.

»Tell me what you have planned for the evening!«

»Well, once we are in London, we will check in at our hotel. Since this is just the test, it only has four stars and we have a double room rather than a suite,  but I insisted on extra soft carpets!«

Now, Isabelle blushed slightly. At their last hotel, she had once abrased her knee. She had been kneeling on the carpet whilst she and Mike had done – well, adult stuff. The memory sent a tingle through her loins and she cuddled against him. When she felt his hand get under her sweater, she didn`t mind, though the man sitting opposite to her could lower his newspaper any moment.

»After the check-in, we will have to separate for a few hours.«

Isabelle frowned and looked up to him.

»This sounds less romantic than you may think!«

»You know that I am my parents` landlord.«

In fact, Mike was the landlord of their two neighbours, too. He had bought the houses from the money he had made during the job where he had first met Isabelle.

»So, I have to do some paperwork with my bank. And after that, I will have to get a decent suit for the big surprise in the evening!«

She still wasn`t sure whether the meeting with Mike`s former employer would be that great, though it would be interesting to meet a real Secret Service boss. Mike`s hand had now found the way to her belly and though she nervously looked at the man with the newspaper, she lolled around in her seat so his hand got closer to her breasts.

»Of course, you don`t have to sit in the hotel room and wait for me, Belle. On the contrary, you have to get yourself a dress that matches your beauty! Or at least, find a compromise between my bank account and something matching your beauty!«

She could no longer hide her smile. Isabelle could not be called a Shopping Queen, but being able to attend the best shops of London without having to look for the price sounded quite intriguing. She cocked her head.

»So, you don`t want your fine friends to think that your fiancé`s a tramp!«

»Burgundy red«, Mike replied and Isabelle frowned.

»What are you talking about?«

He bent over her and now, shielded by his body, his hand cupped her right breast and she reared up as he kissed her. Then, pausing before their lips met again, he whispered:

»If you want your new dress to match the hotel room`s carpets – they are Burgundy red!«

***

It was 6am and Mathilda hadn`t slept for 24 hours, but though she felt exhausted, she was far from being tired. After all, they were holding a crisis meeting at the office.

The first messages had popped up at 2am and little later, Paul, one of their colleagues, had phoned, telling them what was going on. An hour later, Martin had showed up and at half past four, Julie had also informed Omar, the last of her coworkers, and they had met at the rooms of »Changing World«.

The criminals hadn`t stolen the data to prevent the newspaper from further publishing articles about Pearce`s involvement in illegal weapon trades. On the contrary, it seemed that they had sent confidential information to more or less all newspapers in the country. According to what they could see, the more serious papers had so far not published anything from such a dubious source, but the Yellow Press and the lesser known magazines now all had headlines and lead articles about Pearce and his connection to a Saudi Arabian criminal. Some even wrote about rumours concerning a secret airfield in Somaliland where the disappeared Harriers were now. This was more or less true, but so far, even »Changing World« had not published anything about it.

»So much about having an exclusive story!«, Omar spat. Julie looked over to Mathilda. They had both agreed upon keeping the details of their ordeal to themselves, but whilst she had been able to hide the traces behind some fresh makeup, Mathilda looked as if she had been facing death. She had always been pale, but now, she looked like risen from the grave and her hands trembled. Julie tried to signal her some compassion, but Mathilda lowered her head.

»I just don`t get it!«, Martin now said, »I mean, stealing our data to protect Pearce is one thing, though it would have been quite a dilettante move. But that? Now, they have literally thrown him under the bus!«

In fact, the criminals had not served Kenneth Pearce well. Now, almost everyone would demand to know what exactly he had done and the Ministry of Defence would have to do everything to prevent greater damage.

»So, this was not meant to help Pearce! But to whose benefit was it?«

»Perhaps, someone wanted to have us out of the game!«

Julie just massaged her temples. She had thought about that herself, but it didn`t make sense either. Of course, »Changing World« was now the shooting star and had millions of clicks on their articles, but the media business was very fast-paced. In a few weeks, there would be another scandal and even if they hadn`t lost their exclusive material, things would have gotten back to normal. Julie guessed that they had so far made some 50 K Pound extra. A nice sum for a small, struggling newspaper – but was it enough to commit a crime?

When Julie mentioned her thoughts, Mathilda blinked and secretly touched her pubic mound. There, hidden inside her panties, was still the envelope with the 1000 Pound. She shuddered at the memory of when the woman had placed it there, but then, another thought came up in her tired brain: Adele had behaved as if paying her 20.000 for just letting the criminals in had been no big deal. Given the fact that she had also the two women on her payroll, this would be way too much money, even if they managed to gain the complete 50 to 100 K »Changing World« would now lose!

However, she didn`t dare to say anything, for that would have raised other, more inconvenient questions. She looked at Paul who asked whether they should call the Police now. To Mathilda`s surprise, the Black shook her head.

»During the last hours, I got one mail and two calls from other newspapers. They were suspicious about the data they had been sent and wanted to know whether we got leaked. Anyway, they told me that the data was sent from some fake ID that most likely has vanished by now, just like the computer it has been sent from. And Mathilda and I could only tell the Police that the two who attacked us were women. Or did you see anything that could be called a real hint?«

Mathilda twitched and then shook her head. Again, she avoided Julie´s eyes, for she felt guilty. After all, there was Adele and though the name sure was an alias, she could at least have described her. Julie sighed:

»We all know what happens to charges against unknown persons. And after our story last year, I don`t think that the London Police will do extra hours to help us!«

All nodded grimly. The year before, they had published their investigations about Police brutality and though in the end, only two Officers had lost their jobs, the Department had not been amused. Mathilda rose from her seat and had to grab the desk as she staggered.

»Julie, may I – may I go home? I am sorry, but this-«

Her boss released her and the warmth in Julie`s eyes made Mathilda feel even worse. In the Underground, she stared in a way that people avoided sitting next to her and more than one obviously thought that she was a drug addict. She rather wavered home than she actually walked and inside the elevator, she had to lean against the wall.

She was just opening the door of her apartment when she heard the sound of approaching steps from behind, accompanied by someone whistling »Waltzing Mathilda«.

***

When the train reached London, the rain stopped and they reached the hotel without problems. Mike even carried Isabelle over the doorstep of their room and one hour later, they both were showered and freshly dressed, ready to explore London, though in Mike`s case, he would just visit his bank and a renowned suit tailor.

»Do you think I have to go to a hairdresser, too?«, Isabelle asked as they walked towards the Underground station. Mike let a few of her curls run through his fingers.

»You mustn`t ask me that, I am an open hair-fetishist!«

Isabelle wanted to ask him back if he no longer was a panty-fetishist when suddenly, a female voice reached their ears.

»Ozzie!«

For a moment, Isabelle didn`t react; London sure had more Ozzies and she still thought of Mike under his second name. Then, a woman rushed towards them.

»Ozzie! What are you doing here?«

Mike and a black haired woman hugged and Isabelle felt the well-known stitch of jealousy.

»Oh no, not another one of Mike`s old bed stories!«

She still remembered Lioba, his ex from high school times, and though she liked her, she could also not forget that Lioba still had feelings for Mike.

Now, the two let each other go and quickly, Isabelle scanned her new rival. She was slightly taller than her and looked Indian, an impression emphasized by her clothing, a colourful – and, as she had to admit, beautiful – mixture of Indian tradition and a unique style. Mike now put an arm on each woman`s shoulder and said:

»Lalita, that`s Isabelle Marceau, my fiancé – Belle, this is Lalita Singh, my former neighbour and the younger sister of one of my best childhood friends!«

It had taken Isabelle about a second to check Lalita`s looks and consider her a potential rival, but now, relief came at the same speed. Lalita took her hand and let her eyes wander over her.

»Fiancé? You mean, really?«

Isabelle presented her the hand with the ring and Lalita inspected it for so long that Isabelle was about to tell her that she had no interest in selling it. Then, the woman giggled and let her go.

»Excuse me, but that`s quite a surprise – but I am very glad for you two!«

She hugged Isabelle and then placed a kiss on Mike`s cheek. He grinned and pretended to complain:

»You behave as if it`s the eighth World Miracle that a beautiful woman wants to spend her days with me!«

Lalita brushed through his hair.

»Aww! Poor Ozzie! It`s just, the last time I saw you with a woman that beautiful, I was in second grade and the Owls had just risen to the Championship!«

Isabelle had meanwhile learned that the EFL Championship was England´s second highest league in football and that the Owls, aka Sheffield Wednesday, had reached said league in 2005. So, she guessed that the girl Lalita was talking about was Lioba and she was feeling a bit flattered: if Lalita still remembered Lioba`s beauty after so many years and considered her to be as beautiful, this could be called a better compliment than those that usually came from Mike`s mouth.

»And shortly after Belle and I first met, the Owls once again returned to the Championship. So, since I am not getting younger, I decided to stay with her until they rise into Premier League and stay there for at least five years!«

»That means he wants to stay with you for the next 120 years!«, Lalita explained, but Isabelle had gotten the point and responded to Mike`s kiss that lasted so long that Lalita playfully tapped on the ground with her foot.

»So, what brings you to London?«, Mike and Lalita then asked at the same time. Then, Mike told his former neighbour that he now had to run a few errands whilst Isabelle would try to find a decent dress. Now, Lalita`s eyes sparkled.

»You mean, if I hadn`t ran into you by accident, you would have sent her without calling me first? Shame on you, Ozzie Dunbar!«

Isabelle looked a bit puzzled and Mike explained:

»Lalita must have learned to sew before she could walk and she designed dresses for half the street when she was just 15. And now – Lolly, haven`t you decided to study art and design?«

When he had been in Sheffield for the last time, he had only met Lalita`s parents and her mother had told him about her career plans. Lalita shrugged:

»Actually, I want to try something different. But anyway – Belle, would you consider it very intrusive if I would offer you some advice?«

»Oh, you will be a much greater help than someone who must not be named and who considers a woman`s clothes just packing material!«

»I remember having compared undressing you to unwrapping a beautiful present!«, Mike grumbled and then, looking at his watch, he placed a kiss on her lips. He then hugged Lalita and said:

»Take care of yourself! Belle, Lolly!«

He then walked towards the Underground station and Isabelle shook her head, smiling. Lalita had offered her companionship in a way it would have been rude to say »No«, and besides, she considered Lalita to be nice and according to her looks, she really had an eye for clothes. Also, she could perhaps get a few more information about Mike`s past.

»Lolly?«, she asked and Lalita shrugged.

»My old nickname. Guess who first used it – Belle!«

She once again let her eyes wander over Isabelle`s body and her expression suddenly became serious.

»Do you just want to look good – or do you want to make Ozzie speechless for the first time since he left his mother´s womb?«

Isabelle giggled.

»The latter?«

Lalita hooked her arm under Isabelle`s and pulled her with her.

»If I am ready with you, Ozzie will think twice before undressing you, because it would mean destroying a work of art!«

***

»What do you want? Give me the rest of my money?«

Adele´s appearance had rather annoyed the exhausted Mathilda than it had frightened her. So, she had let her follow her inside the apartment, but had then kicked of her shoes, taken off her jacket and had fallen onto her bed. Adele leaned against the cupboard and looked down on her.

»What would you do if I refused giving it to you? Call the Police?«

Mathilda`s eyes widened, but then, she just shook her head.

»Keep your fucking money! Did your henchwomen tell you what they did to Julie and me?«

»Yeah, they can be very imaginative! One of the reasons I have them in my services!«

She looked at Mathilda`s crotch in a way she felt exposed, despite her jeans.

»By the way, have you put the envelope into your handbag meanwhile?«

Mathilda could not help blushing. On her way home, she had indeed ignored the envelope, but now, it suddenly felt very big and scratchy and under Adele`s prying eyes, she fished it from her panties and threw it to the floor. Adele picked it and smiled.

»Hm, still warm!«

»Leave my apartment!«, Mathilda ordered and hated herself that she sounded rather pleading than determined. Adele placed the envelope on the desk, but made no move to follow Mathilda`s order.

»What do you still want from me? I mean, you obviously had no intention to protect Pearce!«

Now, Adele chuckled.

»This is no longer about Pearce, Sweetie! Yes, I worked for him, but now, he can be glad if he will be allowed to leave prison before he is too old to do so on his own feet! However, that does not mean that I no longer have plans in my life!«

Adele suddenly clapped her hands and Mathilda gasped. The door of her bathroom opened and out stepped two women she knew all too well, though they had changed into civilian clothes now. However, they still wore their masks.

»You just asked what I want from you. Well, I can`t go into details right now, but first of all, I still could need your help in the near future. And since you no longer seem to appreciate doing what I say in exchange for money, I should perhaps start by showing you what happens if you refuse to follow my orders!«

The two women approached Mathilda who even if she hadn`t been overtired and completely taken by surprise, had been no match for her attackers. Mathilda was small and petite and these two seemed to have learned how to fight without weapons. After less than a minute, the panting Mathilda was lying on her belly, her wrists and ankles tied with handcuffs. One of the women had threaded the chain of her foot tie through that of her handcuffs, putting her into a hogtie. Mathilda arched her head and stared at Adele who now stood in front of her.

»You are mad! Let me go!«

»Once you have learned your lesson, Sweetie!«

To Mathilda`s dismay, Adele took off her shoes. Then, she reached under her skirt and slowly removed her beige pantyhose. Adele balled the garment and approached Mathilda.

»No! No! Noouuhmmph!«

One of the masked women just grabbed Mathilda`s scalp and pulled her head back whilst she pinched her nose with her other hand. Helplessly, Mathilda had to endure getting gagged with Adele`s pantyhose. She retched as she tasted sweat, the other `s feet and-

»Ghhmmph! Uuhhmmph!«

The gag was secured with several rounds of tape. Then, one of the henchwomen grabbed the chains of her ties and lifted them, so Mathilda could hardly move and the other had no difficulties in opening Mathilda`s jeans and then pull h them down to her knees.

»See, she is preferring thongs! You owe me one Pound!«, one of the women crowed. Now, Adele crouched beside Mathilda and whispered:

»If I tell you to do something for me, these are orders and not proposals! You better learn to never forget that!«

Then, she spanked Mathilda`s butt. She only used her bare hand and because of the hogtie, she could not raise her arm high, but the slaps nevertheless hurt and soon, Mathilda was not only screaming from helpless rage and humiliation, but she also felt a painful tingle in her buttocks. Adele hit her about 20 times and then withdrew from her. Mathilda stared at her with tearful eyes.

»Just a glimpse of what will happen if you are disobedient. So far, you have done nothing wrong and so, you can consider this a warning! But remember: you may go to Julie and tell her what has happened. You may even inform the Police. But nobody can guarantee you that, if you do so, they will get us before we get you!«

Adele went to her fridge and took something from the icebox. It was a glass, filled with frozen water, and when Adele held it close to Mathilda`s face, she could see a small metal thing enclosed in the ice.

»The key to the handcuffs! I think that in two or three hours, the ice should have melted and you may free yourself!«

Adele placed the glass on the floor, some three yards away from the bed. Mathilda mewed as now, the two masked women turned her onto her side. Then, whilst one of them held her tight, the other rummaged through her nightstand.

»Mhhmmph! Uuhhmmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Even before the woman took out her vibrator, Mathilda had known what she had been looking for. She squirmed and tried to break free, but the other woman just grabbed her hair again. Her accomplice reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and peeled it down, together with her panties.

»A landing strip! That`s another Pound for me!«

Ignoring Mathilda`s moans and her struggles, the woman placed the vibrator between her legs and further secured it with a few strips of tape. Then, she switched it on, before she adjusted the girl`s panties and pantyhose.

Mathilda bucked as the other woman let her go. Desperately, she tried to shake off the vibrator, though the buzzing torpedo was just irritating her and didn`t hurt. But her cheeks burned from embarrassment and she definitely wanted this irritation to stop!

»Oh, before I forget – we are no thieves!«

Adele took the envelope and slowly pushed it back into Mathilda`s panties, right above the vibrator. Then, she bent down and kissed the girl`s forehead.

»Now, you have two to three hours to think about a few things! The first one is: who isn`t for me, is against me – and I punish those who are against me!«

She stepped towards the door and now, the first of the women bent over her. She brushed over Mathilda´s neck and breathed:

»I love bad girls!«

Then, her other hand darted forward, found Mathilda`s nipple despite the sweater and pinched it, causing the girl to squeal through the vile-tasting pantyhose stuffing her mouth.

»But even more, I love punishing them!«

The third one cupped Mathilda`s pubic mound, pressing the vibrator harder against her crotch.

»I hope the batteries will last until the ice has melted!«

»You will hear from me!«, Adele purred and blew a kiss towards Mathilda. Then, she and her henchwomen left the apartment.

***