Minor Changes 5

Silvana whimpered with frustration and rocked her hips a few more times to somehow keep up the stimulation, but the vibrator had come to an end. Obviously, the »Untiring Lover 69« only deserved its name as long as the batteries were full, and it had run on a high level for quite some time.

The girls had quickly recovered from their swoon, since the machine had started again, merciless towards their exhaustion. However, the interval program now seemed to play a game of tease and denial with them, stopping always as they had just gotten into the mood for a second round again.

Of course, they could have finished without technical help: with the crotch scarf, and just enough mobility to rub their sensitive spots against it, they could have brought themselves over the edge, just by rocking their hips. However, this would have meant a fully conscious decision to do so, without the excuse of being forced to climax by the vibrator. And obviously, both Marlene and Silvana had come to the conclusion that this would have been yet another step.

And now, the buzzing toy seemed to have stopped forever. Silvana blinked, no longer able to see more than a few vague contours. She had no idea how much time had passed: the assault had been on the early afternoon, and now, only the light from a streetlamp protruded through the closed curtains of Marlene`s bedroom.

Before leaving, the masked woman had said something about them getting released on Monday. Silvana already felt completely exhausted. The air inside the room had become stale, and she was sure that the window was fogged up. Each breath smelled of Marlene`s sweaty sock, she was thirsty and her muscles ached. In addition, she felt a growing urge to pee, and she knew that this would be embarrassing, being crotch roped and sitting back to back with Marlene.

Through the socks pulled over her hands, she felt for the vibrator, just to do something. Her index finger touched the smooth plastic for some time until she realized something: she could indeed feel the plastic, for the sock had a hole in it.

Suddenly, Silvana felt like electrified, and she tried to push her fingers through it, to increase the hole. Marlene mewed, for her moves pulled on their combined crotch rope, but Silvana ignored her. She knew that she didn`t have much time until she had to succumb to complete exhaustion, and if the only way to freedom led through a hole in Marlene`s socks, she would at least try to go it!

***

For the first time of her captivity, Monica felt some relief, despite her knowing this was more than wrong. But the water of her bath had just the right temperature, and the four hands washing her body, massaging her with rough peeling mittens, just felt so good after her ordeal, despite her captors touched her everywhere in the progress.

Her hair got carefully washed, shampooed and rinsed, and then, she was helped to stand up, so they could towel her dry. In a gentle voice, Benita asked:

»Are you feeling better now, Moni?«

She couldn`t help nodding. After three days of sweating in the same set of underwear, she felt clean and refreshed, though she still was gagged, blindfolded and had her hands and elbows cuffed.

The friendly, yet intimate treatment continued, as she was gently made to sit on a stool. Then, Benita asked:

»We will now blow-dry your hair, but to do so, we have to remove the harness gag and the blindfold. Will you be a good girl and not spit out your gag?«

Monica hesitated. It would definitely be an improvement to not have the straps cut into the corners of her mouth, and to be able to see again. On the other hand, she was chewing on her captor`s panties and now, reminded of that fact, she wanted to get rid of them more than ever.

Benita read her thoughts and added:

»If you promise not to scream and let us regag you later, we will completely ungag you for a while!«

It could hardly be called a fair offer, but Monica nodded. The harness gag was unbuckled and the blindfold fell, showing her she was in an ordinary bathroom, not unsimilar to her own. The blonde had opened the zipper of her latex catsuit to her belly button, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath, not even a bra. The masked woman was leaning in the door, her gun in her belt. However, she just filled a glass and allowed Monica to drink once Benita had plucked the dense wad of panties from her mouth.

Now, Benita brushed and blow-dried her hair whilst Maya took care of her face with some cream and a soft damp cloth. As they showed her the result in a hand mirror, Monica could see the traces of her ordeal had almost vanished, except for some reddened spots where the gag straps had been, and an exhausted expression on her face.

»Shall we apply some makeup, too?«, Benita asked so matter-of-factly that Monica chuckled.

»And then, we all go out for dinner?«, she asked, with a shrill hysteric undertone in her voice. She wanted to raise from her stool, but Benita grabbed her shoulders and Maya slowly shook her head.

»Moni, we are no mad serial killers. In fact, we are no killers at all. With a little bit of luck, everything will be over for you in very few days! And by »over«, I mean that you will be set free!«

Monica let out a fluttering breath. The blonde sounded reasonable, but at the same time, there was the fact she was wearing latex, and also the treadmill, the collar she still wore-

»But, why are you treating me like-«

She had wanted to ask »like a pet«, but instead, she finished her sentence with »like that?«.

Now, the masked woman chuckled, and the blonde massaged Monica`s shoulders as she answered:

»Because we can and want to! Now, the choice is on you, Moni: you may fight and try to hit us, or to escape – but then, we would have to punish you. Or, you just relax, and things will be more like the last 30 minutes. In both cases, you will be free in, let`s say, 72 hours. But as I said, it`s your choice if it will be just a little embarrassing – or a living nightmare!«

Her voice sounded as if she was leaving her the choice between taking her medicine or to continue having her cold. Her pride told her to shout the worst insults she knew against these two, to kick at them and to scream her lungs out. However, they were right: she was outnumbered and cuffed, and at least the masked woman looked as if she knew how to fight. So, she just parted her lips as Benita picked up the crumpled panties and led them to her mouth again.

The silky wad still tasted vile, despite her chewing on it for hours, but at least, Benita was as gentle as possible as she worked it past her teeth. She then sealed her lips with just a piece of tape, smoothing the edges and then placing a kiss on her gagged mouth.

»Ooops, lipstick!«, she giggled and showed Monica the red lip mark on her gag in the mirror. Then, she was made to step back into the now empty bathtub and to her surprise, her arms were freed. However, she was only given a little time to shake her limbs before a cuff was closed around each of her wrists again. Then, the masked woman climbed into the bathtub and fixed the other cuffs to two eyelets in the wall, close to the ceiling, so Monica had to stand with raised and stretched arms, forming a big »Y«.

»We are not finished with making you as beautiful as possible«, Benita said enigmatically as Maya shortly left the room, only to return with a stick that was some four feet long and had straps attached to both ends.

The straps were buckled around Monica`s ankles, and as she saw her image in the opposite mirror, she shuddered. She was standing spreadeagled, open and defenceless. Benita now let her eyes wander over her and asked:

»Do you think we now will hurt you, Moni?«

Monica stared at her, trying to read her facial expression. Benita reached out, and she reflexively shied back, pressing her back against the wall tiles, but Benita just caressed her cheek.

»We might take some advantages of your helplessness, but we are no complete monsters, Moni! We will just do a little finishing. You know, creaming your skin – and taking care of other things!«

Her index finger wandered over Monica`s neck, almost down to her breast and then brushed over her right armpit. The girl twitched and inhaled sharply.

»You are ticklish there, too?«, Benita asked, sounding as if Monica had just made another mistake. The girl nodded, since it would have been easy for her captors to prove the opposite if she had denied it.

»Well, since Madame X has only a switchblade and no safety razor, she could cut you if you twitch! But we are prepared for almost all eventualities! Your armpits need some refreshing!«

She brushed over the stubbles there, causing Monica to mew and cringe. Then, the gagged woman watched as Madame X prepared some warm wax and put it on her armpits. The wax was so warm it slightly hurt, but it was the anticipation of what would come next that made Monica`s chest heave.

»Mmhrrrrrrmmm!«

She screamed as Madame X ripped away the cooled wax like a plaster. Benita dabbed her armpit with a washcloth and then creamed her sensitive skin with some Nivea. Then, the procedure was repeated to her other armpit.

Her captors then bent down to her ankles and each of them slowly and carefully felt her legs. Monica squirmed in her bonds, and she squealed and cringed as they tickled the backs of her knees. Then, the four hands wandered up her thighs, obviously considering her legs still smooth and hairless.

»Now, for one last thing«, Benita pondered, plucking on Monica`s pubic hair.

»Mmhhmph! Nnnggg!«

Vigorously, Monica shook her head. She was blushing all over from the blonde just touching her there, and the thought of having her remove her pubic hair was horrifying. However, Benita just plucked one hair and then, she blew it into Monica`s face, giggling.

»Make a wish, adult version! Now, you may choose, but there will only be two options, and if you are hesitant, we will decide. Either you`ll get waxed, or we will pluck each hair!«

Monica panted, her eyes blinking nervously. It was as if the blonde had asked which of her eyes she would like to have gauged out! As her captors waited, she managed to consider the whole ordeal rationally. She had once been at a waxing studio: the pain had convinced her to never experience that again, but at least, the pain would be over within seconds, whilst having these two mean woman pluck her pubic hair one by one would be humiliating and prolonged. So, as Benita asked her whether she had made a decision, she nodded.

»Waxing, I presume?«

Monica almost hyperventilated, but managed to remain quiet as Madame X now covered her pubic mound and the sides of her labia with wax. Then, as they waited for it to cool, Benita once again caressed Monica`s cheek.

»I was nervous at my first time, too!«, she whispered, »but Madame X has got magical hands!«

»Mhm? Mmhrrrmmmmmmm!«

Madame X took the moment of distraction to rip off the wax. The pain made Monica rear up, and tears ran down her cheeks as the masked woman ripped away the remnants of the wax coating.

»Easy, girl, easy!«, Benita soothed her as Maya examined Monica`s pubic area closely and here and there removed a hair that had escaped with a pair of pincers. Then, she used a washcloth and some ointment on her, and Monica felt the ease of the cooling cream, despite the strange feeling of having another woman`s head cup her pubic mound.

»Let me see!«

Now, Benita examined Maya`s work, also feeling Monica`s exposed middle.

»Smooth and soft, you won`t want to have it any other way in the future, Moni!«, Beinta announced, placing a kiss on Monica`s pubic mound.

»Oops, lipstick!«, she giggled.

With the washcloth, she dabbed the red mark away. Then, she and Maya creamed Monica`s entire body and Benita also put some perfume on her. Monica staggered, feeling not only humiliated, but physically exhausted.

»Just a minute, Moni, we will now put you to bed!«

***

Marlene sighed when she felt the crotch rope getting loose after one last tug on it. She had, like her companion, been in a turmoil of arousal, exhaustion and embarrassment, when the girl had suddenly started to pull on the crotch rope again. The movements had been irritating, just small tugs, not enough to really stoke the oven. Marlene had been tempted to move her hips, to increase the slight teasing, but she had then felt that Silvana was obviously not trying to stimulate herself, but was working on their bonds.

Indeed, the blonde had managed to free the fingers of her right hand, and now, she could pick on the knots of the scarf tied around her wrists. These had been tight and bothersome, but then, finally, she had felt how the pressure between her legs ceased and made room for a slight itching.

She panted and tried how much she now could move her arms. To her dismay, she could not reach her gag, but she could pluck the clothespins from her nipples. With a sigh of relief, she felt how they recovered from the permanent bite. Then, she started her most important, yet also most difficult task: trying to untie the pantyhose binding her wrists.

If the knots of the scarf had been tight, they had been child`s play against the tight nylon, and Silvana had to pause repeatedly. Marlene moaned something unintelligible, but obviously, she was realizing that the girl was making some progress, as she got more unruly, too.

With aching fingers, she finally could open the first knot, and now, the others were more easily to undo. She allowed herself a pause of just gasping and catching breath as her wrists finally parted. She was about to collapse, but a pressure against her throat reminded her that her work was far from being done.

She ripped the taped socks from her hands; then, she resisted the urge to remove her gag and untied the nylon band around her neck first. Luckily, this had been tied less ferociously, and now, she could use both her hands.

»Mhhmm! Uuhhmm!«, Marlene commented as Silvana slipped her arms from hers and then, she sank forward as her neck was no longer tied to Silvana`s. Too exhausted to work on her bonds, Marlene just sank back as Silvana now bent forward and freed her ankles.

Still gagged, the girl than slid from the bed and crawled towards the bathroom where she managed to pull herself up, sit down on the toilet seat, and with a deep, long groan, she relieved herself. Then, she staggered to the sink and washed her face and chest with cold water until she found the strength to pick on the tape of her gag. She saw a pair of nail scissors and cut the nylon band once the tape was away, greedily sucking in fresh air as the dreadful sock fell from her mouth.

She had to sit down on the bathtub`s edge, but she now cut the second pantyhose and, with both hands, she pulled Marlene`s panties from her parched mouth, coughing and gagging in the progress.

»Marlene!«

Silvana grabbed the scissors and wanted to jump up, only to almost slip and fall again. Carefully, using the wall as an aid, she stumbled back to the bed where Marlene was lying on her bed, panting and still tied and gagged. The smell of sweat and female arousal hit Silvana like a fist, and she had to lean by the doorframe for a few seconds before she could switch on the light and get over to Marlene.

»Uuuhmmmmm!«

Marlene looked at her with an expression of embarrassment, and Silvana could now see the puddle between her legs: Marlene had lost the fight against nature.

»Don`t mind, you would have rto change the sheets anyway!«

Now, Marlene let out strange blows through her nose, and only after a few seconds, Silvana noticed she was chuckling through her massive gag. A wave of relief hit her, and she sank down on Marlene`s chest, hugging her and crying whilst also giggling hysterically.

»Mhhmph! Oouhhmph!«

Marlene squirmed, and now, Silvana realized she had embedded her head on the other`s breast, with the clothespins still biting into her nipples.

»Sorry!«

She removed the clothespins and then, she began to work on Marlene`s bonds, starting at the gag. The brunette panted and licked her lips as she was finally freed from Silvana`s panties. When her limbs were free, she crawled from the messy bed, and on the floor, the two exhausted women hugged once more. Repeatedly, one of them tried to say something, but was only able to croak. Then, their eyes fell on the carped beside them where the »Untiring Lover 69« was lying, reminding them of how they had both climaxed with the other one being so close to her. Marlene blushed, but then, she managed to breathe:

»At least – we now – can shower together!«

This caused another laugh, and then, they aided each other on their way to the bathroom where they climbed into the bathtub and just let water run over them until they had regained enough strength to get up and towel themselves.

When both were wearing fresh panties and T-Shirts and were having some of Marlene`s terribly tasting, but effective caraway schnapps, Silvana pointed at a small table where Marlene`s telephone was standing. The cable had been cut, and it seemed that the masked woman had taken their cell phones with her, too.

»What now? Shall we wake up the neighbours to call the Police?«

Reflexively, Marlene looked at the clock on the wall. It was shortly past midnight: so, they had been bound and gagged for some eight hours! According to what their attacker had planned, it would have been some 30 to 40 hours more.

»Do you think we could – keep some details a secret?«, Marlene asked, taking another sip of the liquor. Though the only time she had been assaulted before had been in Egypt, she could imagine the Police noticing the vibrator, the smell in her bedroom, the puddle of pee on her bedsheets…. In addition, there would be questions, as how the intruder had been able to get into her house in the first place. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she gasped:

»What if she returns – maybe just to check we are still alive?«

Hastily, the two closed all the roller shutters and armed themselves with Marlene`s two biggest kitchen knives. They knew that they still would be no match for an armed intruder, and Silvana sighed:

»I wished your Omar was here!«

Marlene scoffed.

»The last time I phoned ›my Omar‹, he was very short-handed, and I could hear a woman giggle behind him! How about Rosalie, she can also handle a gun!«

However, Rosalie was at Cambridge. Suddenly, Silvana looked up.

»I know someone who can fight – and she`s both a woman and in Würzburg!«

She told Marlene that her new flat neighbour, Zara, was from Israel and not only knew Krav Maga, but also had done her military service in the Israelian Army.  It was the closest to a bodyguard Silvana had to offer.

»If she says we have to call the Police, we will do it, but maybe, she knows a way of keeping this out of the papers!«

It sounded like a plan, and so, they quickly got fully dressed, doing so in the living room, since none of them wanted to enter the bedroom longer than necessary to pick some clothes. Marlene also packed a large suitcase and her school bag. Noticing Silvana`s frown, she explained:

»I think I will go to a hotel for a few nights, until – well, we have to see!«

She forced a smile on her face, but Silvana noticed the tears in her eyes and she hugged Marlene.

»You can also stay with me if you like! I mean, I only have one bed, but-«

She blushed at the implications, but Marlene understood how she had meant it.

»Thank you, Silvie!«

There was, however, another problem: since they had no telephone, they would have to walk some 800 yards to the next taxi rank at the Central Station. And none of them was eager to expose herself to the woman that could perhaps come back right when they left the house.

»I mean, it`s ridiculous, she sure won`t attack us on the streets, but-«

So, they both decided to wait for the morning, until they could hear the sound of people in the streets, to make their way to the taxi rank. Silvana just hoped that Zara wouldn`t get up too early and leave her room on a Sunday morning.

She had somehow expected that their ordeal would have left some awkwardness between them, but neither Silvana nor Marlene hesitated to sit on the couch together, cuddled in a blanket and their knives on the coffee table, listening to any potentially dangerous sound from outside until exhaustion took over and they both dozed off.

***

Monica squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, though her position could almost be called okay. She still sported her broad neck collar, and the leash attached to it was fixed to the upper bedframe of Benita`s French bed, but the chain had been left loose enough to not choke her, and a soft silk pillow had been placed under her head. Her ankles, once again cuffed, were fixed to the lower frame, in a way she could not bend her legs much, but also wasn`t stretched completely. Another pair of cuffs tied her hands in front of her, and a chain connected them to her ankle ties, so she could not raise her hands higher than the level of her belly button.

She was still gagged, but after they had fed her some delicious fruits and given her some more water, she had been gagged by a leather device that looked like a bra`s cup and now enclosed her mouth and chin whilst it was buckled at her nape. It had a rubber ball the size of an apple sewn inside and she was now having it in her mouth, but at least, it wasn`t panties, and she didn`t risk to choke.

Monica still was stark naked – as was Benita who was now lying opposite to her, playing with a strand of Monica`s hair whilst caressing her belly, brushing over her side with her little finger in a way it caused her tickle reflexes just a tiny bit.

»Since we resemble each other so much, would you call it self-flattering if I called you beautiful, Moni?«

»Mph!«

Monica tried to turn away, but Benita just cuddled against her.

»Aww, don`t be like that, Moni! You know you can`t escape me!«

She cupped her victim`s breast and then waited until Monica stopped squirming, accepting her fate. Her grip was firm, but not brutal, and she was only groping her a little. Monica bit down on her gag, steeling herself for things to come.

»Come on, is that how you want to spend the night? Stiff as a plank, and looking at me as if I am going to rape you?«

This was more or less Monica`s plan, and she glanced at her captor. Benita withdrew her hand from her breast, but only to caress her neck instead.

»You know, maybe, we have started this the wrong way. I mean, I am sure this isn`t your first sleepover, but you maybe need some time to unfreeze. So, how about a little game?«

The expression in Benita`s eyes was rather impish than predatory, but Monica just continued to stare at her. Benita completely withdrew her hand and breathed:

»Maybe, we should learn more about each other! What do you think, Moni?«

»Mhmm?«

Benita shifted her position, bringing her lips so close to Monica`s ear she could feel her warm breath as she whispered:

»Show me how you touch yourself, when you are alone!«

Monica mewed and withdrew as far as her bonds allowed. Benita giggled and cocked her head.

»If you refuse, I will have to find out by myself! Maybe, with the help of Madame X and some toys! So, what`s it going to be – your fingers, or ours?«

Startled, Monica shook her head. Benita just shrugged and meant:

»Okay, I will ask Madame X if she wants to join us!«

»Uuhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Benita hesitated as Monica shook her head, and she asked:

»No Madame X? Shall I do it?«

Again, Monica shook her head, and Benita smiled maliciously as she concluded:

»So, you will show me how you find some relaxation, Moni!«

Monica let out a moan of sheer frustration. Then, almost unnoticeable, she nodded. Benita bent forward and kissed her forehead.

»Lovely! I will now plug your ears and blindfold you, so you can concentrate on yourself!«

Ignoring Monica`s protests, she jumped from the bed and took a box with earplugs from her nightstand, carefully inserting two into Monica`s ears. Then, the sleeping mask was put over her eyes again.

Monica lay on her back, her chest heaving as she stared at the ceiling through her blindfold. The blonde`s demand was monstrous – but the alternatives were much more horrifying!

Her hands rested on her lower abdomen, and she felt her now bald pubic mound. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant.

»Touch yourself as you do when you are alone!«

However, despite her eyes and ears being blocked, Monica knew that she wasn`t alone. She could sense the other`s presence, knew that she would watch every move from her.

»Maybe, I should imagine her getting whipped through the streets – naked!«

She slightly chuckled, but at the same time, the idea had something intriguing on it. Monica`s hand brushed over her pubic mound, feeling for her soft flesh.

»Maybe, the people will not only throw tomatoes on her, but will grope her, teach her a lesson! And right behind her, that damned Madame X gets spanked by two Sumo wrestlers!«

She reared up and as she touched her clit, a shiver tingled through her loins. Monica took a deep breath and concentrated on her thoughts, and at the very moment she imagined herself on a throne whilst her captors were to her feet, naked and licking her soles, her fingers slid inside her.

***

Marlene and Silvana woke up early, but to their surprise, they both were hungry like she-wolves. So, they left the house shortly after 6 am, but had a breakfast at the Central  Station before they finally hired a taxi nearly an hour later.

As the taxi approached the dormitory, Silvana spotted someone walking away from the house. She recognized him as Marcus; he was wearing black sunglasses, and the way he walked indicated that he had had a rough night.

»Ask me about my night!«, she thought. For a moment, she considered asking him where he was going that early on a Sunday morning, but they had already passed him and now, the Taxi stopped in front of the door. Marlene paid, and they went to Silvana`s and Zara`s corridor where Silvana knocked on the Israeli’s door. After the second knocking, she heard a grunt, followed by:

»Ooohh! I told you I am sick!«

»Zara! It`s me! Silvana!«

There was the sound of footsteps, and then, the door was opened. Zara looked pale, and she was wearing just an oversized T-Shirt; obviously, she had been sleeping. When she saw Silvana, she smiled wryly and massaged her temple.

»Sorry, I`ve got a bad headache! Can we meet later – or tomorrow?«

However, Silvana insisted to talk to her, and so, with a sigh, she let them inside.

»Don`t you dare!«, she protested as Marlene opened the curtains. Then, she grunted and fished a half empty water bottle from the floor.

»Sometimes, I forget I am not 22 anymore!«

»For God`s sake, listen!«, Silvana burst out and slammed her hand on the table. Zara twitched and looked up  to her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Then, she indeed listened to Silvana`s and Marlene`s report. They left out the embarrassing details as much as possible, just telling her that they had been assaulted at Marlene`s apartment and left bound and gagged.

»And all this has to do with my old friend Monica Block! Or rather, the woman imposing as her!«, Marlene concluded. Silvana added:

»She was at the Residenz yesterday. And – wait a minute! The woman who spoke to me at the parking lot! She had the same voice as the woman that attacked us!«

Zara had listened to them with growing interest, and it seemed that the story was sobering her up, for she was getting more alert by the minute. Now, she asked:

»So, why are you coming to me? Don`t get me wrong, I am feeling for you, and I want to help, but isn`t that a case for the Police?«

Before Silvana could say something, Marlene suddenly stared at Zara.

»Y-Your voice!«

Zara cleared her throat and forced a smile on her lips.

»Sorry, that`s how I sound if I didn`t have my first coffee!«

Marlene shook her head.

»Your accent! You sound exactly like the woman who assaulted us!«

Zara frowned.

»Are you sure? To foreigners, a Hebraic and an Arabic accent sound almost the same!«

»I am sure, believe me! I know how Arabs speaking German sound like! No, this woman was from Israel!«

Now, Zara looked at them, obviously rendering the overload of information. Then, she rose from her bed and gathered some clothes.

»Go to the kitchen and make some coffee! We will meet there in a few minutes!«

***