Minor Changes 7

»So, we now have some time for ourselves!«

Maya looked down at Marlene and Monica, sitting side by side on the couch. Both were stark naked, and whilst Monica had been ungagged, now both had their wrists and ankles cuffed. Maya had just taken the photo and sent the message to Zara, forcing her captives to show a more or less relaxed expression.

Marlene had tried to talk to Monica what this was all about, but she had only been able to tell her that her abduction had something to do with her research on the backgrounds of »The Lost Library«, a book Marlene had heard of, but not read yet. Maya had let them talk, and now, she said:

»You will find out soon enough what we are after! However, to remove some of the tension: though you both have tried to cross our plans, and though you now have seen me, I still do not intend to kill you. That is, if you do not upset me any further!«

She patted her gun and let the words sink in before she suddenly asked:

»Marlene, how`s your head doing?«

Monica had hit her with the bottle, but it had been a plastic one, and her hair had softened the blow. So, except for a little ache, Marlene was fine, and she wasn`t angry on Monica who hadn`t attacked her on purpose. Maya pondered:

»So, you and Moni are still fine with each other?«

»Yes«, Marlene replied with a drawling voice, knowing that the Israeli was planning something sinister. Indeed, she now smiled maliciously.

»Then, you sure won`t mind kissing each other!«

The two stared at Maya who leaned back in her chair as if she was expecting to see a good show. Then, she reached to her side and suddenly had a belt in her hand. The two captives gasped and twitched as she slammed it on the table where it cracked like a whip.

»That is, if you don`t prefer rougher treatment!«

The woman still smiled, but the glistering in her eyes told them that she was waiting for them to disobey, so she could hurt them. So, Marlene bent over to Monica and kissed her cheek.

»What is she, your Granny?«

Again, Maya raised the belt, and after exchanging a look, Monica and Marlene kissed each other`s lips. Back in the days, they had occasionally done so, and so, it wasn`t the worst thing to happen, but Maya wasn`t satisfied.

»If you don`t show me a real kiss, I`ll show you a real spanking!«

Again, she hit the table, leaving a mark on the wooden surface. So, Marlene gulped and approached Monica`s face again. Their lips touched, and this time, they slightly moved.

»Three minutes – and you better be convincing, or I`ll be!«

Marlene felt Monica open her mouth, and the other`s tongue pushed forward. She hesitated, but then, she allowed their tongues to entangle. She closed her eyes, and the kiss felt more and more natural. When they parted, Maya purred:

»That was five minutes – but you looked so sweet!«

Both women blushed, and Marlene could see that the fact their breasts had touched during the kiss had had some effect, for Monica`s nipples had hardened. She glimpsed down to her chest and saw that she had reacted the same way.

»Now, get up!«

Since both were tied hand and foot, it required some shuffling and squirming, but then, the two stood opposite to Maya who made them get to the middle of the room.

»Stand front to front!«

They obeyed, leaving some foot distance between their breasts. Maya slapped each of their buttocks, so they stepped forward and their breasts touched. Monica was two inches taller than Marlene, but still, there was enough contact to cause an irritating tingle.

»Now, kiss again, until I tell you to stop!«

Not wanting to know what the alternatives were, Marlene and Monica once again kissed. This time, the additional friction to their chests caused their breaths to accelerate. Actually, Marlene was into men, and as far as she knew, Monica was, too, but nevertheless, the kiss didn`t feel bad. Vaguely, they noticed that Maya was working on their ankle bonds, but they continued kissing until they were allowed to do so. Marlene saw that Monica`s lips were moist and her cheeks had reddened.

They then noticed that Maya had changed the way they were tied, by cuffing Marlene`s right ankle to Monica`s left and vice versa, forcing them to remain face to face with their breasts touching. Then, she slapped her forehead.

»Oh, silly me! Don`t go away, I am back in a minute!«

Maya left the room, and Marlene and Monica looked around. The terrace door was just two yards away, but Maya had closed the roller shutters. They could have tried to get to the corridor and then reach the door, they could also have screamed, but they both feared that their captor would return before they had alarmed anyone. They could hear her rummage in the adjacent room, and then, she returned, carrying a large plastic bowl. She placed it beside them and then, aided by Maya, they had to step inside, a procedure that caused some more rubbing and grinding of their boobs.

»I know you are from the Holy Land, but do you really want to wash our feet?«, Marlene asked, causing Maya to giggle like a silver bell. She kissed Marlene`s cheek and brushed through her hair.

»I am so glad you and me share the same humour!«

»From your mouth, this sounds like a threat!«

Maya bent forward and whispered into Marlene`s ear:

»You are right!«

Next, she produced two shoelaces and used one to tie Monica`s big toes together; not stringently, but loosely enough the band brushed between her big and second toes whenever she moved her feet. Monica shifted uncomfortably, and Marlene let out a fluttering breath as her big toes were tied, too. Now, she remembered that Monica was as ticklish as her, and with horror, she realized that their captor knew, too.

Maya tied the two shoelaces together, so the girls had to keep their feet toe to toe. Then, she produced two silk scarves Marlene recognized as two of her own; obviously, the woman had been at her apartment again. A shiver ran down her spine. What if she had brought – other things, too? The »Untiring Lover 69«, for example.

She tied the scarves together, forming a big »X«. Then, she stepped behind Monica and tied her thighs with one of them, a few inches above her knees. As she let er go, Monica gasped and reared up. She continued to wriggle as Maya stepped behind Marlene now and took the ends of the second scarf.

»Hold still!«, Marlene whispered between her teeth. Monica looked despondently, and as her own legs had been tied, Marlene understood the problem: the dangling ends of the scarf were brushing over the sensitive skin at the back of her knees. In addition, their pubic mounds were now so close that occasionally, Marlene`s pubic hair touched the smooth skin of Monica`s shaved pubic area. Both girls reflexively tried to part their loins, on the cost of pressing their boobs harder against each other.

Maya, however, had other things in mind. She cut two lengths from a clothesline and tied one of those to the chain of Marlene`s handcuffs. Then, she pulled her backwards, until she not only had to stretch her arms, but also to arch her back, forcing her to thrust forward her pelvis. The clothesline was knotted off to a cupboard, and then, the same was done to Monica, so only the tops of their breasts were still touching, but their loins were now in closer contact. Monica shuddered as she felt the other`s pubic hair on her freshly shaved skin.

»Now, say ›Aaah!‹, Marlene!«

Maya grabbed her curls, and Marlene, who knew what was coming, opened her mouth. She tasted something salty, and Maya explained:

»Moni wore these since her abduction, and yesterday, she also did some workout on the treadmill!«

Marlene couldn`t help retching as the panties were pushed deeper into her mouth. Back in the days, Monica had preferred thongs, but these were white lacy silk panties, quite substantial as they were modestly cut. With her strong fingers, Maya worked them deep into Marlene`s oral cavity before using the harness gag on her, too. When she had buckled the last strap, she showed another pair of panties to Monica.

»And for you, a little souvenir from Marlene!«

It was the pair she had worn the day before, during the Zumba lesson. Afterwards, Silvana had been gagged with them, but obviously, they still tasted  vile, for Monica shook her head and clenched her teeth. Then, she twitched and gasped, opening her mouth and getting a bit of the damp cotton between her lips. Again, maya poked her side and so, using the blonde`s ticklishness as a weapon, she forced her to endure getting the whole big wad into her mouth before the leather cup with the ball in it was buckled over her mouth. Now, both girls tried to cope with their panty gags, their chests heaving. Maya watched them with cold interest; then, she announced:

»Now, you may already have wondered why I made you step into that bowl! Marlene wasn`t so wrong about washing your feet, but it won`t be water!«

She once again disappeared, and as she returned, both Marlene and Monica squirmed in their bonds and screamed. She was carrying a petrol canister, and she then poured some into the bowl, so the petrol reached up to their ankles. The smell told the helpless women that this wasn`t a practical joke, but real petrol.

»Now, you might prefer not struggling too much!«

Horrified, the two watched Maya place several small things inside the bowl. It were small plastic boats, smaller than a palm, each just big enough to carry a tealight. They could be used for romantic bathes, together with rose petals, but if such a boat capsized in the water, the candle would just go out. Now, they were swimming in petrol, and Maya now lit all seven candles.

»Don`t worry, as long as you don`t create too many waves, you are completely save!«

She playfully brushed over both girls` sides, and they cringed and mewed, trying not to squirm and twitch. Then, Marlene heard another sound, familiar and frightening at the same time: the buzzing of the »Untiring Lover 69«.

»You might not want that to fall into the water. The splash might be – igniting!«

She pushed the buzzing vibrator between the pubic mounds of Marlene and Monica, and, with no other choice, they pressed their loins together so the toy wouldn`t fall into the bowl.

»Now, let me create a matching playlist, and the games may begin!«

Maya sat down on the couch and watched the girls squirm and pant, not even daring to scream through their gags. She tapped on her cell phone, and then, Billy Joel`s »We didn`t start the fire« filled the room.

***

 Zara focussed Silvana and Marcus.

»Has any of you read ›The Lost Library‹?«

Silvana shook her head, but Marcus raised his hand. Zara asked him to give a short summary to Silvana, and though he wondered why she didn`t do so herself, he obeyed:

»It`s about Samuel Arnstein, an ancestor of the author. He was a librarian and antiquarian in 1920ies Germany who had built up a precious library. When the Nazis came to power, he tried to hide it, but finally, he was left with the choice of either keeping it, or selling it for peanuts. Plus his life, for at least, he managed to leave Germany in 1938. However, for the remaining years of his life, he was craving for his lost books, of whom most have never been found again!«

Zara nodded.

»Boohoo, hm?«

Silvana frowned. She would have considered that Zara, a Jew herself, would have shown more compassion for a Jew persecuted by the Nazis. However, she just showed a knowing grin.

»I don`t know if Moses Arnstein knows the real background, or if he has just been told this heartwarming story by his Grandma, for he has never met Samuel Arnstein in person. Neither did I, of course, but just answer me one question: do you consider Jews people like anyone else?«

»Well – of course!«, Silvana answered, wondering where this was going. Marcus also nodded, though he could not help adding, with a glance at Zara:

»Though the only one I know seems a bit dubious to me!«

To both surprise, Zara smiled brightly and hugged him.

»Thank you!«

»You are not improving my current impression«, Marcus said, and Zara let him go and stepped back. Then, she explained:

»That`s what I mean! I am dubious to you because I took advantage of your sympathy for me! That Madame X is involved in kidnapping and assault, and she also is Jewish! In other words, we are both no angels! Not because we are Jews, but also not despite the fact! We are normal people, and some of us are assholes!«

»Well, I am sure you had your reasons to-«, Silvana began, but Zara interrupted her with a laugh:

»I was referring to Madame X, not me!«

Then, she turned serious again and continued:

»The Nazis did persecute Samuel Arnstein, and if he hadn`t escaped, they most likely would have murdered him. They are the bad guys, both in the novel and in the true story behind it. But being persecuted for your religion doesn`t mean you are a good guy by default!«

Silently, Marcus and Silvana now listened to what really had happened: Samuel Arnstein had been a librarian, but he had gained some of his books by dubious methods – and, being also an antiquarian, he had also gained other valuables by cheating people. He had even continued his business for the first years of the Third Reich, buying valuable antiquities from other Jews who wanted to leave the country. From 1935 on, however, he had realized where the direction was going to, and he had secretly sold what he could to handlers, losing a considerable amount of his values, but also gaining a small fortune in gold and diamonds.

»He managed to take most of the gold with him when he fled, but the diamonds are missing since 1938 – though there had been rumours that the key to them is hidden in the books he left behind!«

Marcus looked at the bound and gagged Benita and shook his head.

»You mean, this is all a scavenger hunt for a lost treasure?«

Zara smiled and nodded.

»So to say!«

»But, where do you know all this from? Why hasn`t this been searched for decades ago?«, Silvana wanted to know. Zara replied:

»Arnstein`s preparations to leave the country didn`t go undetected. In fact, another Jewish man knew quite a lot about his misdeeds, and he blackmailed him: either Arnstein would finance the escape of him, too, or he would denounce him to the Gestapo. So, my Great-Grandfather also managed to leave Germany and he also migrated to Israel!«

She continued by telling them that the truth about the Lost Library was nothing to tell aloud after 1945. In Israel, nobody wanted to hear about Jewish criminals: both men had also been victims of the Nazi regime, and so, neither Zara`s ancestor nor Arnstein ever told his story, at least not officially.

»However, my Great-Grandfather kept a diary. My Granny kept it under lock, but two years ago, she had to retire to a retirement home: unfortunately, she`s quite demented. Anyway, as my family dissolved her household, I accidentally found the diary – and read it!«

Silvana couldn`t believe it. So, Zara was almost like her and Sibel, hunting for true crime stories, albeit she tried to find some diamonds whilst Silvana and her friend had just run a podcast. Also, Zara did not end up naked, bound and gagged if she tried to investigate something.

»I have no idea who Madame X is, or how she got the information. Maybe, she`s related to the Arnsteins, but it doesn`t really matter. It even doesn`t matter how she and her blonde accomplice met. Most likely, it`s just disdainful interest in money. Am I right, Benita?«

»Mph!«

The look in Benita`s eyes gave answer, and Zara once again patted the laptop.

»Seems like the real Dr. Bloch also was behind the true origins of the novel, though for scientific reasons. Anyway, it seems we now have a track: the books are here in the Residenz!«

»But where?«

»I don`t know!«, Zara admitted. »We know that the books had been bought by the old librarian of the University, who sorted out those that could remain in the shelves, like the one here«, she pointed at the one Benita had been reading when they had overpowered her, »whilst the others were stowed in the cellar. However, this man died during the air raid in 1945, taking his knowledge about the books` whereabouts to his grave!«

Silvana turned her attention to the window again, though she knew it would be a few hours before madame X would return, hopefully with both Marlene and Monica well and alive. Maybe, if this all was over, she could think of digging for diamonds, but now, all she wanted was that Marlene was safe.

***

Billy Joel had been replaced by the Doors (»Light my Fire«, of course), and Marlene was sure that their death would be a matter of seconds. The only way they could prevent the vibrator from dropping was by thrusting their pelvises forward. Both she and Monica did so, but after just one song, she feared she would fail soon.

The problems started at their feet, where the loose cords tying their big toes occasionally chaffed the skin between their toes, causing them to twitch. The ends of the scarves tying their thighs dangled over the backs of their knees, another source of slight, but irritating and unpredictable teasing. Finally, there was the vibrator itself, which Maya had again turned on intervals. So, the buzzing wasn`t constant, but they could be surprised each moment by its in- or decreasing.

She was sweating, and she could see that Monica was also glistering with sweat. Instinctively, she pressed her pubic mound harder against Monica`s, so the increasing slippery would not cause the vibrator to fall.

»Uuuhhmmm!«

Monica responded to her move, and a slight shiver radiated through Marlene`s womb. After all, this was a vibrator, it pressed against the right spots, and somehow, the thought of dying on a false move had something intriguing, too. Marlene wriggled her hips, slightly to not lose the grip on the buzzing toy, but she felt it grind over her clit and couldn`t help sighing and arching her head back.

»I can`t believe it! I am tied to another woman, we will both get grilled if we twitch too much, but I get turned on by that!«

She looked at Monica, noticing that she had closed her eyes and was also grinding her hips against the vibrator and Marlene`s loins. She was panting heavily, and Marlene could feel that her nipples had hardened. She could tell from the blissful pain as her breasts rubbed against Monica`s that hers were hard and erect, too.

She looked down on the swimming tealights, smelled the petrol, and forced herself to cool down. Her arousal ebbed down, but didn`t leave her treacherous body. She knew that if exhaustion wouldn`t kill them, their growing excitement would.

»Mhhmm?«

»Uuhmm! Mph!«

Both girls twitched as not only the song changed to »Fire« by Crazy World of Arthur Brown, but also a hand groped their buttocks. Maya had stepped beside them and was clawing into their butts, kneading their backsides and pressing their middles closer together. Marlene felt another emotion flood through her: relief.

As humiliating as it was, when their loins were pressed together by their captor, this made it easier to not lose the vibrator, and Marlene felt a blissful shudder radiate through her womb. She groaned, and Monica responded with a similar sound.

Maya had brought the belt with her, and now, she slung it around both girls, buckling it directly under their butts. She pulled tight, so their middles were glued together. Then, she bent down to the bowl and, one by one, she turned out the candles.

»We won`t die! We won`t die!«

The thought echoed through Marlene`s head, and the wave of relief that flooded through her body met the tingle in her loins, turning her arousal to a new high. As if he understood the game, the »Untiring Lover 69« now accelerated, and Marlene and Monica both adjusted to its rhythm.

»There is no such aphrodisiac as surviving a live-threatening situation!«, Maya thought with a smile and leaned back, watching as her captives` moves accelerated and their moans and sighs almost drowned the music. They didn`t climax at the same time, but obviously, Monica took Marlene reaching the peak as an excuse to let herself go, too, so, when Marlene was already calming down and just twitching a few times, Monica exploded.

»Now, I should really wash your feet!«

Maya removed the clotheslines from the handcuffs and then lowered them to the ground, so they were lying on their sides, still panting and gasping. She quickly washed the petrol from their feet and removed the bowl. Then, she purred:

»Since I understand a girl`s deepest needs, I won`t separate you now, but allow you some close and tender after-coital cuddling!«

***

»Where are you going?«, Zara asked as Silvana approached the library`s door.

»T-to the bathroom?«, Silvana replied. Zara sighed, as if the mere thought of human beings having human needs were annoying to her. Then, she said:

»All right, but only one at a time!«

»Does she think that Marcus and I will run away if we are going at the same time? I doubt that Benita could do something, even if she`s alone with her!«

Silvana quickly went, and when she had returned, Marcus disappeared for a few minutes. On her chair, Benita was unruly shifting on the seat, a strained expression on her face.

»Do you also have to go?«

Benita blushed, but then, she nodded. Zara rolled her eyes, but when Marcus returned, she said to him:

»Miss Blonde Impostor has to go, too! Could you help her?«

Benita mewed and shook her head, and Marcus also seemed puzzled. Zara explained:

»I won`t leave my combat station – and unlike Silvie, you are a strong man and can keep her under control!«

Silvana was sure that her main goal was to humiliate Benita. However, after what this woman`s accomplice had done to Marlene and her, she didn`t feel much pity. Marcus finally shrugged and bent down to untie her from the chair.

»Leave her wrists and ankles tied! She can hop the few steps!«

Marcus obeyed and took Benita`s upper arm to aid her in keeping balance. As she had reached the door, Zara added:

»Don`t let her out of your eyes, even for a second!«

On the corridor, Marcus looked at the blonde woman, clad in just bra, panties and pantyhose (after the message from Madame X, Zara had not continued the stripping) who was trying to keep pace, her breasts bouncing in the progress. He felt pity, and so, he cradled her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom where he placed her in front of a cabin and opened the door.

»Just go – I will only look at your head!«

Benita hopped to the toilet and stood in front of it. With her bound hands, she tugged on her pantyhose, but couldn`t lower it down her butt. Blushing deeply, she pleadingly looked at Marcus.

»You – need help?«, he asked. Benita nodded, lowering her head. Marcus hesitated, but then, he knelt in front of her and lowered her pantyhose to her knees. Then, trying not to look, he did the same to her panties and then turned around.

He heard the splashing, accompanied by an oppressed sigh of relief, and after a while, he asked whether she was finished.

»Mhhmm!«

To pull her panties back in place, he had to look at her and couldn`t help her shaved pubic mound. He grinned apologetically and pulled up her pantyhose, too. Then, he wanted to flush and bent forward. At this moment, Benita darted forward, and her forehead hit his nose. He staggered and she jumped forward. When she was already at the corridor, she felt Marcus grab her arm, this time holding her in a vice grip. She looked at him. His nose bled, and he pulled her with him as he went for the paper towels and cleaned his face. Then, he glanced at her.

»I am really, really through with every woman taking my kindness as weakness!«

»Uuhmmph! Nngggg!«

Benita squirmed as he loaded her over his shoulder. Then, he raised his hand.

»I really hate it, hate it, hate it!«

On every »hate it«, he spanked her butt, causing her to mew. Then, he had himself under control again. Still panting and looking angry, he carried her back to the library and dumped her on her chair before tying her back to it.

The others of course noticed that something had happened, and Zara also noticed a small stain of blood on his T-Shirt.

»Did she try to escape?«

Marcus nodded, avoiding to look at anyone. Never before, he had beaten a woman, and now, he had started with one who was also bound and gagged. Zara brushed over his arm.

»If you had to be a bit rough to prevent her from escaping, that was absolutely okay! You did nothing wrong!«

Her voice didn`t show the usual mockery, and Marcus nodded slowly. Silvana also stepped towards him.

»I know that you are a good man!«

She smiled and his lips went slightly upwards, too. He straightened and said:

»Sorry! I am just a little nervous!«

Silvana caressed his arm when they suddenly heard a muffled scream. They looked up and saw that Zara had grabbed the scissors and cut the shoulder straps of Benita`s bra. Then, she unclasped it and yanked it away, revealing her breasts.

»If we start letting such attempts unpunished, she will try it again and again! And she`s the only leverage we have!«

Benita cringed under the gaze of her captors. Zara looked at the label of her cut bra.

»A real 34C – and I thought you were pushing!«

Whilst Benita blushed even deeper, she tossed the bra into the dustbin.

***

The »Untiring Lover 69« had been buzzing between their legs for some more time, until the batteries were once again used up, but neither Marlene nor Monica had once again fully reacted to it. For both, a look at the other`s eyes had been enough to fight down any aroused tingle that might build up in their nether regions. Their eyes, Marlene`s brown and Monica`s blue ones, tried to signal »Sorry!«, though the real guilty woman was sitting on the couch, watching them. However, at least now, the fact that Maya had forced them to do so could not mitigate them feeling guilty for having climaxed whilst tied to the other.

»What a way of meeting after all these years!«, Marlene thought and couldn`t help giggling hysterically. Monica had tears in her eyes, but her eyes seemed to show that she knew Marlene wasn`t laughing at her.

They could at least catch breath, and after some time, the vibrator also stopped buzzing. Maya left them alone, only after an hour or so, she got up  and turned to their feet. She couldn`t resist tickling them a bit, but then, she helped them to turn on the other side, since the arms they were lying upon were going to turn numb.

The roller shutters were still down, but through the gaps, they could see that the evening was coming closer. Maya got up again and freed them, except for the gags and handcuffs. Also, she left Marlene`s left and Monica`s right foot tied together. Like that, they were allowed to use the bathroom. She even showed the courtesy of leaving the door ajar, so the only embarrassment was that the other was standing beside and had to watch when one was relieving her bladder.

They then had to sit on the couch again, and Maya silently placed some items on the coffee table: some coiled ropes, rolls of tape and a bag she called her treasure of surprises«. To both women`s surprise, she then went for another room and returned with a blouse, a suit jacket, and a matching skirt. On top, she placed a pair of pantyhose and a pair of high heels.

The Israeli then surprised them even more as she brought a second set of clothes: a black leggings and a tight black sweater, together with a pair of equally black sneakers. Then, she stripped to her bra and panties, carefully draped her T-shirt and jeans beside the other set of clothes and put on the new garments. Finally, she brought the black leather jacket she had worn when picking up Marlene at the parking lot.

»I am sure you love admiring each other in your birthday suits, but we now have to bring you to your friends, and for visiting the Residenz, you might be a bit underdressed. And since I want to play a little trick on your friends, the new clothes will come with some new – accessories!«

Marlene and Monica exchanged a worried look.

***