Wrong Place, Right Time 3

»The Doctor said we should take care of you until she comes back! So, we better make sure you don’t catch a cold!«

The still shivering Silvana was freed from the neck board and pulled out of the tub. Then, she stood there, covered with goosebumps, her whole body trembling, as Judith said:

»Unfortunately, we don’t have towels here, so, you will have to get warm by moving! I know you are a bit limited in your abilities, but I think you can start by hopping on spot!«

When Silvana didn’t immediately recognize that this had been an order, Judith used the clipboard to slap her butt. Silvana yelped, and then, she began to do little hops. The cuffs and chains clinked, and her breasts bounced as she did so. Whenever she paused, Judith reminded her with an encouraging slap to continue. Soon, the girl was sweating and panting, and it would be only a matter of seconds she would collapse.

Indeed, when she was allowed to stop, she stood there on shaky legs, wheezing and bent forward. The position presented her boobs in an undignified way, but Silvana was too exhausted to care. Marlene, unable to do more than mew with compassion, had watched with horror. Now, Judith turned towards her.

»Don’t look at me like that, Martina! At least, she’s warm now! And I think she isn’t the only one who could need a little more workout!«

She let her eyes wander over Marlene’s body and then poked her biro in her side, where there were a few inches of bare flesh between the top and the waistband of her leggings. Marlene twitched and gasped, and Judith raised an eyebrow. Then, she used the biro to brush over Marlene’s other side, watching with interest as she writhed in her bonds and tried to oppress her giggle.

Ostentatiously slowly, Judith then noted on the clipboard, muttering the words loud enough for Marlene to understand:

»Patient’s ticklish!«

She looked down on Marlene who could only stare back in helpless fear and rage, then, she stepped aside Silvana and poked her sides, too. She shrugged as the blonde turned out not to be ticklish.

»She must come after her father in this condition!«

Silvana shrieked with panic and rose at these words. Her father was indeed not ticklish, and it took her a few moments to realize that Judith was referring to Mr. Hartenstein. Judith, who had gotten a little carried away, now poked her biro into the side of Nabia, too. The tall Black twitched, but then, she grabbed the pen and broke it between two fingers, frowning at Judith with a look that signalled: »Next time, it will be your fingers!«

Obviously enraged about Judith exposing a little weakness on her, Nabia now turned towards Silvana and with a strong accent, she ordered:

»Over to wall!«

Anxiously, the girl obeyed, leaning against the wall and watching as Nabia now loosened her wrist and ankle cuffs. Something told her that in the black’s current mood, she shouldn’t try an escape attempt. So, she just rubbed her wrists and waited for things to come.

Judith meanwhile had freed Marlene from her bonds, tickling her a bit in the progress. She even allowed her to spit out the dreadful socks, but told her to drape them over the chair’s armrest before she had to get over to Silvana. She brushed over the girl’s arm, and Judith said:

»It’s okay, you may hug your daughter!«

Marlene spun around.

»Please, I am Marlene Gutermann, and-«

Judith made a gesture, and Nabia, obviously too much of a professional to hold her grudge against Judith for too long, grabbed Silvana’s hair, forcing her to squat. Silvana mewed and weakly pulled on the Black’s strong arm, but now, Judith ordered Marlene:

»On your knees, or your daughter gets it!«

Marlene obeyed; Silvana wasn’t her daughter, but she was one of her best friends, and she cared about her. Nabia loosened her grip a bit so Silvana could raise her head, but she left no doubt she would yank on her scalp again if she did one false move.

Judith now put her hand on Marlene’s back, and surprisingly gentle made her crawl forward, until she was close to Silvana. Then, the evil nurse pressed against her head. As Marlene stiffened, Nabia tightened her grip. Silvana whimpered, and so, Marlene bowed, until her face was close to Silvana’s lap.

»Now, fold your hands behind your head, and then bury your face in your daughter’s crotch!«

The terrible order made Marlene look up at Judith with widened eyes, but as Nabia once again pulled on Silvana’s scalp, she put her hands behind her head. Then, she reluctantly bent forward, getting her face closer to the other’s middle. As her nose touched the damp cotton, she stopped, but now, Silvana had to put her hands over Marlene’s and press her head against her crotch.

»Now, keep your mother there! If she manages to break free, you will both be hung by your hair!«

Nabia’s tight grip had given Silvana a glimpse of what that could be like, and so, she tightened her grip on Marlene’s hand, though she definitely didn’t like the close presence of her face between her legs. Judith now flexed her fingers and groped Marlene’s buttocks before she raised her arm.

»Now, since the accident seems to have affected your memory, let me help you! Your name is Martina Hartenstein! M-A-R-T-I-N-A H-A-R-T-E-N-S-T-E-I-N!«

When she spelled the name, each letter was accompanied by a hard slap on Marlene’s exposed butt. Silvana could feel how Marlene exhaled sharply on the first slaps, then, she felt the little vibrations of her muffled squeals.

Judith continued the spanking by spelling the name of Lisa Hartenstein, too. Silvana could feel how Marlene suffered, and in a desperate attempt to console her, she pressed her fingers. Now, as Judith decided to ensure Marlene never forgot about her name by repeating the procedure, she had to pay for this: in her efforts to oppress her screams and not to wail, Marlene bit into the cloth her mouth was pressed against, and Silvana cringed as her friend pulled on her pubic hair in the progress.

When the ordeal was over, Marlene and Silvana were allowed to get up. Marlene stood there panting and rubbing her sore butt, avoiding to look at Silvana who also was too embarrassed by the experience to care much about that. Now, Judith said:

»Now, Martina – do you want to ungag your daughter?«

Marlene, still feeling the painful tingling in her rear, just nodded weakly, and Judith showed a surprisingly friendly smile.

»Well, if you really want to do so, you sure won’t mind paying for it! The price is your top!«

If looks could have killed, Judith wouldn’t have survived this sentence, but after a few seconds of hesitating, Marlene pulled the tight garment over her head, exposing her ample breasts. Judith took the sweaty top and checked the label.

»Too bad, it doesn’t give me your bra size! Would you mind telling me, Martina?«

Marlene did mind, and her cheeks blushed as Judith took her clipboard, fishing a new pen from her breast pocket.

»I am a 38 D!«

»Quite a handful! It seems your daughter comes after you in that condition! Lisa, what are you? A 36 D?«

Silvana nodded, and Judith wrote that information down, too. Then, with a generous gesture, she said:

»You may now ungag her – but I insist you keep eye contact all the time!«

The reason for that was just another little meanness. As their bare breasts touched, Marlene’s lips formed a silent apology, and Silvana nodded slightly, to show she wouldn’t die from it. However, as Marlene reached for the buckle at Silvana’s nape, Judith added:

»Since your mother is helping you to get more comfortable, you should do her that favour, too! Please, help her out of this tight, sweaty leggins!«

Silvana took a deep breath, blushing as this made her breasts press harder against Marlene’s. This time, it was her who looked apologetically, and Marlene who nodded slightly. Reluctantly, Silvana reached for the leggins’ waistband and pulled whilst Marlene fumbled on the buckle of her gag. The procedure did go with a lot of rubbing and grinding of their boobs, and since the leggins were indeed tight, and Silvana also tried not to pull down Marlene’s panties, too, she had just pulled them to the top of her thighs when the gag came off. Silvana couldn’t avoid drooling, and now, they heard Judith laugh:

»And I thought that only longitudinal stripes make you look slenderer!«

The remark caused even Nabia to chuckle, and Marlene’s cheeks burned. Her panties were purple, with pink stripes on it. Silvana now crouched to pull the leggins down her friend’s legs and helped her to step out of them.

Now, both once again had to get to their knees and to put their hands behind their backs. Judith ordered them to sit straight and to thrust out their breasts. Then, she picked up Marlene’s damp socks, balled them up and stuffed one into each captive’s mouth.

»Don’t dare to spit these out! Now, we will wait for the Doctor to return!«

***

Abina Gyan closed the folder and logged out from her computer. Time to get some field work done, though it was important to her to also document what she did. Even more as she was not only following her scientific curiosity, but also some other constraints.

She had been born in Accra 28 years ago, but her father was a Ghanan diplomat, and so, the family had moved to Germany when Abina had been three years old, and she had grown up and attended school there. Of course, she had always been seen as »the Black« or »the African«, but all in all, she had adjusted well to living in Germany; of course, being born into a rich and privileged family had helped the matter. She had finished school, and when she had decided to study medicine, she had moved to Würzburg where she had then specialized in psychiatry.

She had hardly ever questioned the few restrictions her father had made towards her personal choices: for example, he had insisted that she remained a Ghanan, though it would have been easy for her to become a German citizen, and it would have helped her in her career. Also, he had always valued that Abina became fluent in not only English and French, but also the local Ghanan idioms. Once, she had confronted him, telling her father that she didn’t intend to go back to Ghana. The old man had nodded silently, and, to her surprise, had told her to follow him to his office where he had locked the door before speaking to her.

»The decision about your future won’t be yours – nor mine for what that means! Actually, it has been made long ago – by Uncle Kofi!«

Abina had frowned. Uncle Kofi was actually just a distant relative, and she had only seen him once. He was working for the Ghanan Government at Accra, though she didn’t know in which position. Her father hadn’t mentioned him for years, and now, he was involved in her professional future?

»Uncle Kofi supported my career for many years. In fact, I would still be a small attaché at some shithole country without his protection. And now, it has come to pay my debts!«

»Are you implying to marry me off to him?«, Abina had asked with a laugh, though the idea had somehow sounded quite real to her. However, her father had shook his head, but that had not been a reason to be relieved.

He had then told her that she was expected to dedicate her skills and works to the Ghanan Government. Abina had wondered how she as a psychiatrist could do in the matter, but her father had only told her that she should try to do her best at the University until she would hear from Uncle Kofi. And so, she had continued her studies and, over the years, she had almost forgotten about it – until that evening a few years ago. Abina had still been a student, and one evening, she had been visited by a man and a woman, both from Ghana. The woman had been Nabia, who had hardly spoken and looked like a bodyguard to the man who had told her he was another distant relative of her, working for the Ghanan Secret Service.

He had then revealed to her what Uncle Kofi was planning: his goal was not that she opened a psychiatric clinic at Accra – or rather, not one open to the public. Instead, she should help the Government to develop »methods of subtle interrogation and persuasion of enemies of the state« – a euphemism for developing advanced methods of White Torture against political enemies.

Ghana was actually quite democratic in its structures, but obviously, the real power was also in the hands of men behind the desk – men like Uncle Kofi. And these men wanted to keep their power – if necessary, by force.

It had sounded a bit like in a bad thriller, and Abina had asked what would happen if she’d refuse. She had expected the man to threaten her, but his answer had somehow been even more frightening:

»Why should you? After all we know, this isn’t against your interests!«

It hadn’t been the fact that they had obviously observed her during her studies; it was rather that Abina had indeed always been fascinated by the question of how far could one get if he was unscrupulous enough.

Abina hadn’t been fascinated by perverted monsters like Mengele whose gruesome experiments lacked any scientific value. However, there had been others, who had indeed achieved important results – on the cost of innocent lives. Sometimes, the modern medicine owed their knowledge the experiments of those who had estimated the value of scientific understanding higher than the value of human life.

Of course, the field of psychiatry offered quite a few examples of these highly debatable men, and Abina had become obsessed with the question: what can one do to the human psyche if one’s just ready to go as far as it takes?

Germany didn’t offer many opportunities to do field studies on torture practices, but Abina had read everything she got on the subject; she had interviewed Policemen who had a lot of experience with interrogations, focussing on how they had made people confess, and how they had been tempted to bend the laws against torture.

And now, she was expected to get some practice. Abina had been ashamed of herself, but the idea had also intrigued her. Not that she was left with much choice: from that day on, Nabia had been around; she had not moved to her small apartment, but she had visited her regularly, and she had also seen her occasionally when she had been at the campus, in the streets, or anywhere. A constant reminder that Uncle Kofi would not let her off the hook.

Her researches – that had not kept her from graduating with excellent marks some four months ago – had brought her in contact with some less legal subjects, and one of those had offered her a job where she could collect some valuable practice before she moved to Ghana.

»Three months at most! You’ll get 100.000 fix, plus an extra 10 Grand for every week you won’t need of these months!«

The job was as easy in its description as it was clearly illegal: Abina should persuade a woman to sign papers that would not only make her partner the only owner of an important company, but she should also not run to the Police after she was set free!

»It would be a complete reprogramming, without ruining the hardware, so to say! I don’t know much about your subject, but I think this can be called a challenge!«

»What if I fail?«

The man who had introduced himself as »just Ben« had shrugged and smiled:

»Well, we would have to get rid of the evidence then!«

He had left open what exactly he meant by that, and whether it included her also. However, Abina had agreed. 100 Grand, plus maybe more, was a lot of money. Maybe, even enough to escape the clutches of Uncle Kofi. And, though she still felt guilty about that, there was finally the opportunity to verify or falsify some of her theories!

Nabia had insisted on coming with her – so much about escaping Uncle Kofi. Ben had picked them up, insisting that both women put black hoods over their heads. He had even knotted these at their necks to ensure they wouldn’t remove their hoods and get a glimpse of where they were going. Also, he had taken their cell phones, telling them they would be getting new ones once they had reached their destination.

After a long trip, they had reached what had looked like a remote mansion on the first sight, surrounded by a high brick wall. Then, Abina had seen the small details telling her that this was an abandoned private lunatic asylum, like the chained windows or the rubber cells in the cellar.

Ben had introduced them to Judith and left. Judith was a learned nurse, but Abina soon realized that she had chosen for the job for passion as much as for the money. They were not allowed to leave the ground, but they had found everything they needed, including a well-filled pantry and fridge. Abina had not been surprised that they had no internet access, but Ben had promised to get her any scientific books or else she needed if she called the number he had given to her.

They had had three days to get accustomed to everything; the information Abina had been given about her patient had been sparsely: Martina Hartenstein, 41, co-CEO of the »Hartenstein & Pfister« Insurance Company. Ben had informed her that she would arrive together with her 19 years old daughter Lisa – and to her own embarrassment, Abina’s first thought had been that two patients would allow more experiments and more understanding of her special subject.

Abina straightened her skirt and put on her lab coat before she walked down to where Nabia and Judith were waiting with her two Guinea Pigs.

***

It had sounded like a good idea: hide at Emma’s apartment for a few days, and then reappear when it would be the most devastating for Ketteler. However, Martina Hartenstein now thought that she should have sent her daughter somewhere else instead: Timbuktu or so.

Usually, she and Lisa got along quite well, but now, she had to admit that this was because the vast mansion allowed them to live their own lives under the same roof. Now, they were forced to share some 50 square meters with Emma Dietrich, and her daughter behaved as if she had been sent to a prison.

Lisa had accepted that at least today, she could not leave the apartment, but the first quarrel had been when she had forbidden her daughter to chat with her friends or phone them.

»For the world outside, we are in a hospital! In a few days, you will have something to tell, but now, you have to behave as if you are buried!«

»I am feeling like buried already!«

Now, Lisa was inside the guest room, listening to music. She had turned it down just enough the neighbours wouldn’t complain, but it seemed she had deliberately chosen something bass-heavy, just to unnerve her mother.

»I think I owe you one or two thousand more for this!«, she said towards Emma who was sitting opposite to her in the combined kitchen and living room. Emma replied with her trademark nervous smile and told her it didn’t matter, but then, the door of the guest room opened, and Lisa showed up, a bag in her hand.

»Where are you going?«

»To the bathroom – warden!«, Lisa spat, and Martina pointed at the bag. With a malicious smile, Lisa took out a tiny black thong and let it dangle from one finger.

»Just some fresh underwear! Do you want to rummage through it? I also want to take a shower – or is this against prison rules, too?«

She rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. Martina sighed. This would be long four days! And everything she would do to Ketteler would be just a mere compensation!

***

The door opened, and Marlene and Silvana looked at Abina who still was wearing her lab coat. Nabia and Judith had left them alone for the last 15 minutes, but insisted that they kept their position and threatened them with punishment if they lowered their arms or even thought of spitting out their gags. However, they would have preferred boredom to what Abina would perhaps have in mind.

»So, how are our patients, Judith? Have they recovered from believing that they are someone else?«

The trick by the Hartenstein’s to pretend that they weren’t the ones they had been after was old, and Abina wondered why Martina had put so much effort in it. Judith reported that she had at least not repeated her alias after she had used more strict methods of persuasion.

»Well, we will see – you may ungag them now!«

Judith plucked the socks from their mouths, and both Silvana licked their lips and panted, glad to have gotten rid of the sweaty cotton wads. On a sign from Abina, they also lowered their arms, but remained kneeling on the floor.

»Now, Martina, do you know why you are here?«

Marlene’s lips trembled slightly, but it was Silvana who jumped up.

»You bastards! We are Silvana Dellert and-«

Nabia approached her, and Silvana reacted reflexively. She had skipped her Karate lessons since she had returned from Venice, but what she had learned so far enabled her to dodge Nabia’s grip and to even land a kick.

However, Nabia was far better trained and so, she also dodged and then swept Silvana’s legs, so the girl painfully landed on her backside. Then, she drew her gun – and held it to Marlene’s temple.

»Behave – or mother dead!«

She grabbed Marlene’s scalp and pressed the barrel to her temple. Then, she focussed Silvana who came to her feet but made no attempt to further attack or run away. Abina intervened:

»It seems that Lisa’s still a bit excited! Usually, I would prescribe her some tranquilizers, but I do not believe in drugs. So, we will try something – alternative to calm her down!«

With Marlene held at gunpoint, Silvana had no other choice than to wait until Abina had given some whispered orders to Judith. The way the nurse smiled made her gulp with fear.

She disappeared behind a plain door, only to reappear with what looked like another straightjacket. Silvana shook her head, but Nabia pulled Marlene’s head back so she squealed, and so, the girl raised her arms and allowed Judith to put the restraint on her. To her dismay, this straightjacket was different from the previous one, as it had neatly quilted openings at the front. These left her breasts bare, whilst the rest of her upper body was strictly restrained in canvas and leather belts. Judith pulled these straps very tight, but to her surprise, let the one dangle that was meant to go between her legs.

Instead, she now fetched a bar of some yard in length. It had leather manacles on both ends, and Judith tied them to Silvana’s ankles, forcing her to stand with her legs spread. Then, she picked up the sock that had gagged Marlene, but before she shoved it into the girl’s mouth, she went for the room a third time.

This time, she brought a harness gag and a coiled rope. Putting the latter aside, she stuffed the sock deep into Silvana’s oral cavity and then pushed the ball of the gag above. Then, she buckled the set of straps tight. Silvana mphed, but Judith just took the rope and looked at an eyelet above the girl’s head. Abina shook her head.

»Get her over the drain! It’s easier to clean if she decides to remain renitent and we have to instil her an enema!«

The idea of an enema frightened Silvana, but she staggered towards the grid whilst Judith went on her tiptoes and threaded the rope through another eyelet. When Silvana stood over the gridded drain, she tied one end off to a ring sewn to the harness gag that as on the top of the girl’s head. Then, using the rope as a way to prevent her from falling on her front, she pressed on Silvana’s shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

The spreader bar between Silvana’s legs had a ring screwed to it at its middle. Through that, Judith now threaded the rope and then, she pulled and adjusted before she tied it off. Now, Silvana was balancing on her knees, with her head pulled uncomfortably upwards by the rope, and she was swaying slightly in her bonds, whimpering and her chest heaving.

»Thank you, Judith«, Abina said as if the nurse had just brought her a cup of coffee. She then turned towards Marlene and added:

»Your daughter has got quite a temper, Martina! And I am quite sure it is a lack of education from you! So, it seems only fair to me that you will now punish her, rectifying what you so obviously neglected!«

Marlene’s mouth opened,  but before she could say something, Abina rose her hand.

»I know, you are one of these modern mothers who prefer a violent-free education! However, if we have to punish Lisa instead, it will be much, much worse – for both of you!«

On Abina’s order, Nabia forced Marlene to her feet whilst Judith went for a second harness gag. Then, Marlene was gagged with the sock that had been in Silvana’s mouth and the harness gag.

»We don’t want you to scold your daughter – we rely on more – physical ways of punishment!«

Abina whispered something into Judith’s ear again, and the nurse ran away, again showing that sardonic smile. Marlene, gagged, had to watch and stare at Silvana who was writhing slightly, trying to cope with her weight resting on her knees.

After a few minutes, Judith returned with a small bowl, and from her frock pocket protruded a stick. She approached Silvana and showed her the bowl that contained some ice cubes. Then, she whispered something into Marlene’s ears. Silvana saw how her friend’s eyes widened, and she vigorously shook her head.

»Nabia – if Martina stays renitent for another 20 seconds, you put some dry peas under Lisa’s knees, and we will leave her hang like this until tomorrow!«

Now, both captives moaned with sheer horror, but Abina just started to count. Before she had reached 20, Marlene took the bowl from Judith and, slowly and staggering, approached Silvana. She shook her head, as if she wanted to beg for forgiveness for what she had to do now. Silvana now could see that the bowl contained a few ice cubes.

The question where these would go was answered as Marlene reluctantly pulled on the front panel of Silvana’s panties. Then, she let the ice cubes fall into them.

»Hhhrrrrrrmmm! Mmhhhhhmm! Uuuhhmmmm!«

Silvana wriggled and squirmed, sending high-pitched wheezes and mews through her gag, as the ice cold rocks touched her soft flesh. Marlene also let out a groan, but after a look at Abina, she reached between Silvana’s legs and buckled the crotch strap in place. She hadn’t pulled it too tight, but it pressed the ice cubes against Silvana’s crotch, causing quite some distress.

»If the patient can’t come to the ice bath, the ice bath comes to him!«, Judith giggled, causing some chuckles from her comrades. Marlene stared at the helpless girl, hoping that at least the cubes would melt fast, but this was not the end of their ordeal.

»Now, put these on her nipples!«

Judith handed her two clothespins, and Marlene took them with trembling fingers. It hurt her deep in her heart as she saw how Silvana cringed and squeezed her eyes, moaning as she placed the clothespins where she had been ordered. However, she knew that the alternative would be even worse.

Judith now reached for the stick and handed it to Marlene. It was a simple plastic fly swatter. Abina said:

»I remember she has called us all ›bastards‹! Well, I am sure she didn’t mean her own mother, but so, it’s the three of us, and the word ›bastard‹ has got seven letters – that’s 21 lashes!«

»21 on each of her sweet buttocks, of course!«, Judith added, and Nabia said:

»Plus 21 on each sole!«

Again, Marlene was left with an alternative: either she would spank the girl as told, doing a proper job – or they would do it, using leather belts and each of them giving her 84.

So, Marlene stepped behind Silvana. She brushed over her back, to tell her that she didn’t do it deliberately, but then, she raised her arm.

Marlene tried to soften the blows without their captors noticing it, but she also didn’t slap her without any power. So, when the ordeal was over, the girl’s soles had slightly reddened, and during the last five or six slaps, Silvana had no longer been able to hold back her screams. Marlene dropped the fly swatter like a red hot iron once Judith had counted to 84.

»You want her to feel better?«

Marlene looked up at Judith who now looked as if she really meant to be friendly. However, though she knew it would be just the prelude for something mean, she nodded as she heard an oppressed sob from Silvana. Judith smiled and reached into her pocket, reaching a small can to Marlene. It contained a cooling ointment.

»Well, if you want to give her some lenience, you may cream the parts that hurt! If not, we will do it, but use some Tabasco instead! Again, it’s your choice, Martina!«

***

During the train trip back to Würzburg, the feeling of a slight dissonance hadn’t left »just Ben«, and when shortly after arrival he had met with the two other kidnappers, he had finally found out what the problem was.

Only he knew what was behind the kidnapping. So, he had just hired two men for the job, only telling them it was a kidnapping. Now, each of them would get his 5.000 in cash, and then, Ben would never work with these two again.

He handed them the two envelopes, and then, he asked:

»The daughter – did you notice something strange in her room?«

He was referring to the fact that Lisa Hartenstein had a white grand piano in her room, but the man just looked at him a bit sheepishly, and one said:

»Except for the fact her room was smaller than my own bedroom – nah!«

They left, and Ben sat down in his car he had left at their meeting point, his brain working very fast now.

He had been at the room when Judith and he had packed the clothes, and if Lisa’s room could not be called one thing, it was small. Now, he also remembered another detail he hadn’t realized so far: the bed had been made, but the men had grabbed her in her sleep, so, she wouldn’t have found time to put the sheets neatly onto the bed.

More and more, Ben feared that they had made a terrible mistake.

***