Wrong Place, Right Time 6

»Wow, I mean, I am coming from Egypt, but that’s pretty abandoned, too!«

Their trip from Würzburg to the place where the wrong Hartensteins were held captive had taken considerably longer than usual: they first had run out of petrol, and since they could not just attend a petrol station, not with three bound and gagged damsels on their backseat, it had ended with them parking on a forest road, with Ben walking two miles to the next station with a canister.

Ben had felt a bit uneasy about leaving Karl behind with the captives, but on the other hand, he wouldn’t kill and most likely not rape them – and if he groped them, well, they were frightened already, and it wasn’t that Ben was a choir boy when it came to criminal acts.

Nevertheless, when he returned, he looked carefully at the backseat, to see what Karl had done in the meantime. All still had their legs tied, indicating that Karl hadn’t taken too many advantages. Emma seemed to have withdrawn within herself, concentrating on breathing through her nose and hardly moving at all. Martina, who was placed in the middle, was still – or again – panting, and Ben guessed it was because she had the biggest pair of panties packed inside her mouth. Lisa was chortling occasionally, and he guessed that she was desperately trying to avoid swallowing, for she was gagged with another woman’s panties. He hadn’t told her that, but he was sure that she had found out about the taste, and she perhaps could have guessed it wasn’t one of her thongs.

Karl grinned and stepped beside him whilst he filled the petrol into the tank.

»They behaved well – and so did I, if you might worry. However, I am asking myself if you’d share a cigarette with me?«

The message was clear when he stepped away from the car and waited for Ben: he wanted to talk without the girls listening to them.

»Now, once we are at our destination – what will happen to these three, or to the two you and your colleagues falsely kidnapped?«

It was a question Ben had asked himself, too. Of course, he could exchange the real Martina and Lisa for the wrong ones, but what then? Schmidt had only offered him some extra money to get rid of the problem, but not gone into details. The fact that there would perhaps be Emma, too, was just adding to the problem.

»I am no killer«, he began in a drawling voice, and to his surprise, Karl grinned:

»Me neither! At least not if there are more lucrative options for such a – beautiful cargo!«

Ben inhaled to calm his nerves. Karl was mentioning White Slavery. And of course, he had had that thought in the back of his head, too. If two or three young (well, relatively young, in Martina’s case) and attractive women had to disappear without them getting killed, this was an option. Karl seemed to have read his thoughts:

»If you are interested, I might be able to refresh some old connections – and I could also need a liable partner. However, there is one condition!«

»Tell me«, Ben replied, trying to sound cool. Karl dropped his cigarette and theatrically kicked the butt under his heel before he answered:

»Up to the point when we hand over the real Martina and Lisa to your – business partner, I am your henchman. But once this transaction’s over, you will be my junior partner. Your share will be 40%, but I insist that from that point on, I will be the one in charge!«

Ben hesitated.

»As long as we are in Germany, it’s me who has the superior knowledge. It will be me who has to take care of hideouts, cars-«

»Okay, 50% then! If we keep Emma, and the wrong Lisa looks like the right one, we might make quite a sum! I just insist that from the very beginning, things will be done my way, as long as it doesn’t interfere with avoiding to get caught, of course! What do you say: half a million, or do you prefer sitting around with two, maybe three girls, not knowing what to do with them?«

Ben gulped. There was something in Karl he still didn’t like. However, when the man reached him his hand, he shook it, and they returned to the car to continue the trip.

The last few miles, he had to search his way along an unpaved path, a fact not made easier by the fact it still was dark. He sighed: it was 4 am, and he could see the first signs of the beginning dawn.

The rusty grid door looked as if it hadn’t been used for years, but when they left the car and approached it, they could hear a female voice:

»What you want?«

It wasn’t Judith’s voice, and it had a strong accent. Ben showed his hands to signal he was unarmed and replied:

»It’s me, Ben! Just Ben!«

»Step in light and wait!«

A spotlight went on, and both he and Karl stepped into the lit area, though now, they were like sitting ducks to the woman inside whilst to them, the inside of the garden was totally dark now. They had to wait for several minutes; then, they heard the sound of approaching steps. It was Judith, provisionally dressed and looking a bit dishevelled. Beside her stood two black women, one tall and clad in black, holding a submachine gun, the other one smaller and nevertheless looking as if she was the boss.

»Schmidt told me what happened. Now, are you sure about their identity this time?«

Indeed, Schmidt had informed Abina a few hours before, to allow her preparing for the »swap«. She had been abashed, for now, all the successes she had thought she had made in persuading Martina and Lisa to give up their false identities proved to be a wrong path. The two had just tried to avoid further punishment, nothing of any scientific value to her.

Instead of answering, Karl slowly walked to the car, coming back with Ben’s bag shortly after. He rummaged through it, handing a pair of panties to Ben before he found what he had been looking for: the ID cards of all three captives.

Abina studied them and raised an eyebrow.

»They don’t have that much of a resemblance! And who is this Emma Dietrichs?«

»The host of the Hartensteins in their hideout! The options would have been either killing her, or leaving her behind!«

Abina nodded and handed the ID card of Emma back to Karl, whilst she kept the other two.

»If you wait a few minutes, we will fetch the two and-«

Karl, obviously thinking that the new part of their partnership had begun, raised his hand.

»Please, we have been driving for hours, and before, we had the strenuous job of kidnapping these three women! In addition, we have to plan our further steps, and we need a place to hide for the next few days!«

He looked over Abina’s shoulder at the house and added:

»I think there is room for you and us to get out of each other’s way!«

Now, the three women withdrew for a whispered powwow. Ben looked at Karl who was trying to focus the inside of the garden. He had not intended to stay here, but he had to admit that Karl was right: it was easier for them to contact Karl’s old friends without having to fear detection every minute, and without having to think of a place to deposit their captives before.

The women seemed to have come to a conclusion, for they returned to the door, and Abina said:

»You may stay until Tuesday morning! Until then, the captives will be under my rule, and you will do as I say, too! Since the two of you will have to take some duties, too, you will be able to see that we are doing nothing that will interfere with whatever your plans are!«

»Sounds reasonable!«, Ben said quickly, before Karl could again take full command. The doctor ordered them to get inside their car, and once they had done so, the door was opened. Nabia led them to a place behind the house, where they had to stop.

The three girls mewed and squirmed as the two men now pulled them out of the car one by one and lined them up along the wall. On Abina’s order, Judith removed the headscarves, masks, sunglasses and blindfolds, whilst Abina carefully compared their faces to the ID cards. Nabia meanwhile watched the group at gunpoint, and ben noticed that she had also an eye on Karl and him.

»Seems you didn’t err this time! Now, help us to get them inside!«

Karl stepped towards Lisa with a wolfish grin and threw her over his shoulder, groping her butt and obviously feeling amused by her squirming and moaning. Ben took Emma who still acted a bit paralyzed, and Nabia carried Martina who tried to show as much dignity as being carried over the shoulder once being bound and gagged allowed.

At the cellar, there was a room with only two old-fashioned hospital beds in it. Since the place had been used as a lunatic’s asylum in the times before this term had been replaced by »psychiatric clinic«, they had two leather straps, allowing to fix a patient to them. Abina decided that Martina and Lisa could do some bonding and told Karl and Nabia to place them side by side on their backs. The straps were pulled tight, one below their breasts, the other one over their legs. Emma was tied to the second bed, and despite their muffled protests, they were left alone after the light had been turned out.

»Judith and Nabia will show you where you can sleep! Just don’t expect any luxury!«, Abina now said, and Karl bowed and replied:

»I spent the last months in the desert, so, if there are no scorpions or sand fleas, it will feel like luxury to me!«

There was a little mockery in his words, though, and Abina just left whilst the tall Black pointed at a staircase. They were led to a corridor where there had been patients’ rooms, and some of these still had beds in them. These beds had no sheets, just bare, worn-out mattresses, and the rooms were covered with dust. However, Karl lay down on one of the beds, stretching his body as if this was the Hilton.

Judith led him to another room that looked a bit better, and she also showed him a cupboard where a few wool blankets were kept. Then, she cocked her head and looked at him in a way that sent a shiver down his spine – and through his loins.

»Did you really kidnap the wrong girls by accident, or was this just a trick, so you could see me again?«

Ben cleared his throat, but managed to grin.

»Well, either way, we are seeing again now!«

Judith smiled and brushed over his cheek, but then, she picked something from his breast pocket. It was the pair of panties Karl had taken from the bag and given him; Ben had then absent-mindedly put them into his shirt pocket. Judith held the garment close to her face. The panties were made of transparent silk, and Judith cringed her nose before putting them into the pocket of Ben’s jeans, her fingers very close to his manhood.

»Next time, I demand flowers – or at least, some fresh underwear in my size!«, she breathed and then, she pranced away, whilst Ben stared at her swaying hips with open mouth until she was around the corner.

***

»Now, I know how Ella must feel!«

The last days, his daughter had woken up some time between 6 and half past six am, and after some two or three minutes of impatient waiting, she had decided to wake up her father, too. Now, it was the other way round:

Since Marcus had called him again, telling him that it seemed both Marlene and Silvana had disappeared, he had not been able to sleep again. Instead, he had googled how long it would take him to get back to Würzburg if they started as early as possible. He had resisted to wake up Ella, but once she would open her eyes, he would try to make clear to her that they had to leave immediately after an early breakfast, and she would have to go back to her mother two days earlier than planned.

He checked his cell phone. There was no new message from Marcus, and of course, none from Marlene either. Obviously, he had moved too loud on his bed, for now, he heard a drowsy voice:

»Daddy?«

He wanted to apologize, but Ella just got up and jumped onto his bed. Looking at the phone, she playfully waved her index finger.

»Mom says it’s a bad habit to use a phone between dinner and breakfast!«

Hilmar scoffed, but then, he decided that he had to tell her as much of the truth as his ten year old daughter could handle:

»Ella, you remember the woman I told you about? She – she has some problems, and she needs my help – the sooner, the better!«

He expected complaints, for the original schedule of today would have included visiting the seals again. However, after a few seconds, Ella just nodded, looking older than her years.

»Is she – in danger? Like a Princess in a fairy tale?«

The Princesses in Ella’s favourite movies were quite tough girls like Elsa, and so, Hilmar nodded, for in these stories, no one was severely hurt or killed, and the good side always won in the end. Ella jumped from the bed and began rummaging through her bag. Then, she returned, and, with all the solemnity of a ten year old sage, she handed him – a stone the size of her palm, with the fossil of an ammonite in it. It was one of her most beloved lucky charms since she had found it some four years ago.

»Here! You may need it more than you!«

Hilmar took the stone and hugged his daughter. He had to fight back tears of emotion as he thanked her.

»I am sure it will help – and then, you can finally meet the Princess, too!«

Ella obviously now wanted to proof she no longer was a little girl that believed in fairy tales:

»Just remember to give the stone back to me in September! Usually, I take it with me if we have written exams, and I might need it once I am at the Gymnasium!«

***

Annika Gruber was also among those who hadn’t found much sleep during the night. She had told Marcus to go home, but promised to call him the next morning. However, she herself hadn’t gone home, but, since she had found her keys in her bag, she had decided to do a quick stop at Marlene’s apartment, too. Here, everything had looked as one would expect if someone left for a short vacation: her toothbrush and a few other things were missing from the bathroom, and beside her potted plants was a written postcard, obviously addressed to some nice neighbour who would take care of watering them:

»Thank you very much, Tanja! There’s some chocolate for you in the fridge! Kind regards, Marlene!«

The evidence she had told Annika that Marlene had left her apartment on purpose – but she obviously had not planned to leave the mansion, too.

»So, there’s really a high probability for a crime!«

Annika knew that now, she would have to call her colleagues. Actually, she had been off duty when her colleague had begged her to quickly have a look at the Hartenstein’s mansion. Now, she was facing three days of vacation, and after she had reported what she had found out so far, she could either lean back and let her colleagues do the further investigation, or she could become a part of the team. Maybe, she would be mildly reprimanded for having entered the mansion, but if there was indeed a crime, this would be left out of the official records.

A worse problem, however, was Marcus. Not only had she allowed him to enter the house, too – he had told her that he would try to find out about his girlfriend’s whereabouts himself – and she had almost encouraged him.

She sighed. This Marcus wasn’t that attractive – okay, he wasn’t ugly either, and he seemed to know how a gym looked from the inside, but somehow, Annika wanted to see him again. His determination to fight for his girl if necessary had been quite intriguing. A tough man, something Annika definitely appreciated.

»Okay, I will wait until this other guy is back from Norderney, and then, we will see what will happen! And before, I will have a nice breakfast with Marcus!«

***

Since he had done the driving, Ben had been quite tired, and he twitched when Judith woke him up at 8 am.

»Breakfast’s ready – and maybe, you want to make yourself presentable before!«

She was wearing her nurse’s outfit, and she showed him a bathroom where he could at least wash his face before he entered a room where he was expected by Karl sipping from his coffee, and Nabia who still had her submachine gun with her, though it was leaning against the wall beside her. Abina was busy with some notes on a clipboard.

In silence, they had some coffee and sandwiches; then, Abina rose and said:

»The – latest turn of events has brought some commotion, but it also offers new chances to develop new methods of treating captives, I mean patients! So, if you don’t mind, your – guests will be included in my program until you have to leave!«

Karl shrugged and answered:

»Well, we of course have to insist that at least one of us will be allowed to observe the program! We won’t interfere, of course, unless we have to fear that you are crossing our plans with said – guests!«

Abina nodded.

»One of you may come with us!«

Obviously, Karl saw no need in even asking him, and so, Ben remained behind, looking at the overgrown garden through the window as he finished his coffee. Before she had left, too, Judith came to him, whispering:

»I will report all interesting details to you during noon break! Just wait for me at your room!«

Suddenly, Ben found both the weed and the taste of the coffee much more appealing.

***

Martina, Lisa and Emma had been fetched from their room and had been lined up in the corridor, more leaning against the wall than actually standing. Nabia watched them at gunpoint. It would have been dangerous for everyone, including herself, if she had fired the submachine gun in the tiny corridor, but obviously, she just intended to look as frightening as possible. Karl was leaning against the wall beside her, and Judith stood beside Abina with the clipboard. Now, the doctor raised her hand and waited for the mewing and grunting to stop. In a casual tone, she introduced herself and the others, including Karl. Then, she continued:

»Now, you may be pleased to hear that before the program starts, you will be allowed five minutes each in the bathroom, where we have also stored some water and fruits for you! Before, we just have some formalities to do! Emma, step forward, please!«

The order was a bit difficult to follow, for the girl’s legs were still taped at knees and ankles. However, as Nabia raised her gun, she hopped towards the doctor. Judith stepped behind her and cut her bonds. Emma rubbed her wrists; then, she began to peel on the tape sealing her lips. When it came off, she spat out a sodden wad of white cloth that Judith picked up with her pen.

»A pair of panties, how – interesting! Well, they look torn, so-«

She put them into the pocket of her frock, wiping the saliva off on it. Emma stood there, trembling, her squeezed thighs indicating she needed to go to the bathroom. However, Abina stopped her and ordered:

As said, just a few formalities, Emma! You are«, she peeked at the ID card pinned to Judith’s clipboard, »Emma Dietrichs, 26. Blonde hair, eyes«, Abina stepped closer and looked into Emma’s face, »green. The card says you are 5’7’’, which also seems correct, since it’s my height as well. Now, there’s just one hurdle between you and the bathroom: strip!«

Emma’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Abina just added:

»The alternative is that Karl will strip you. Also, there will be no private use of the bathroom for any of you!«

Karl joined the game and flexed his fingers, letting his eyes wander over Emma’s body. The girl whimpered, but then, she tugged the blouse from her skirt and slowly unbuttoned it, revealing a white lacy bra. She took off the blouse, and, after an inviting gesture from Judith, she opened the zipper of her skirt. Now, Judith stopped her.

»Put your hands behind your head, and move your hips, until it falls! We don’t have music, but I am sure you will find your rhythm!«

»Maybe, I may help!«, Karl offered and began to clap his hands. Emma looked around for an escape, but Nabia still aimed at them, and in the narrow corridor, there was nowhere to run. She put her hands behind her head and then, she started to wriggle her hips.

The dance forced her to thrust out her breasts, and the tight skirt took some time to slide down her hips. In addition, she was wearing no panties, and the transparent pantyhose did not hide her thatch of light brown pubic hair. When the ordeal was over, Emma was blushing all over.

»Good! Now, the shoes!«

Emma obeyed whilst Judith collected her garments into a sack. Once the shoes had landed inside that, too, Abina demanded that Emma took off her bra. Once she had unclasped it, and pulled the straps from her shoulders, Judith let her eyes wander over her, licking her lips.

»You see these hooks, Emma?«

She pointed at two cloak hooks beside the bathroom door, some six feet above the ground. The frightened blonde nodded, and Judith ordered:

»Good! Now, I want you to put your hands on your buttocks – inside your pantyhose!«

Once Emma removed her hands from the bra, it fell off, revealing her medium-sized, nicely shaped breasts. Karl now leaned forward and watched as they were slightly thrust out when Emma placed her hands on her buttocks.

»Now, pick the bra with your toes and hang it to the hook!«

The order had no other reason that to further humiliate Emma, for now, she had to stretch her leg high, allowing everyone who wanted to look between her legs. When she fulfilled the order, she blushed even deeper. When she was then ordered to take off her pantyhose, she did so quickly, and she wanted to slip inside the bathroom when Judith stopped her.

»Just one last detail – your bra size!«

Emma, shielding her pubic mound with one hand, groaned, but then, she breathed:

»I-I’m a 34B!«

Now, she was finally allowed to use the bathroom. Once the door had closed behind her, Judith picked the bra from the hook and put it into the sack, but hung the pantyhose to the hook instead. Then, she turned towards Lisa who had to hop closer, too, staring daggers at her captors. When her bonds had been cut off, she ripped the tape from her mouth and pulled the gag from her mouth, throwing it to the floor with a sound of disgust.

»Obviously, she doesn’t like Emma’s taste in panties – or rather the taste of Emma’s panties!«, Karl explained, and Lisa’s lips trembled from helpless rage. She wanted to say something when Abina raised her hand:

»Lisa, before you say anything you may regret – the punishment for cursing is spanking – by Nabia, whilst Karl will do the same to your mother!«

»I would prefer the other way round!«, Karl said with a drawling voice, and Judith chuckled. Lisa panted, but she managed to oppress her outburst, and when it was her turn to take off her sleeveless blouse, she did so quickly. The transparent silk didn’t cover much anyway.

Judith did a quick check of her data:

»Lisa Maria Hartenstein, 19, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’10! Hm, you look slightly smaller than that! Where do I have my measuring tape?«

»Well, I am 6’! Maybe, if I stand right opposite to her, you may guess!«

Karl stepped forward and stood straight, so close Lisa’s breasts touched his chest. Judith ordered her to stand straight, and she nodded. Then, she asked:

»Karl, since you are standing close, would you mind helping Lisa with her skirt?«

Lisa once again trembled from rage and embarrassment when Karl slowly, very slowly opened the zipper and then peeled the skirt over her hips and down her legs. He even crouched to take off her sandals, too. Judith packed all things into the sack; then, Lisa had to get her elbows as close behind her back as she could before she had to hang the panties that had gagged her to the hook, using her toes to do so. Now, Judith knocked at the bathroom door, to tell Emma her time was over. Then, she looked at Lisa’s thrust-out boobs. The girl’s blue eyes narrowed, and she spat:

»34 D!«

She was then allowed to enter the bathroom whilst the naked Emma had to sit down at the wall. Now, it came to Martina who was freed and once she had ungagged herself, she seemed to want to offer as less of a show as necessary. She kicked off her sandals and then fumbled on the zipper at the back of her dress.

»Allow me!«

Karl stepped behind her and opened the zipper. Surprisingly gentle, he then peeled the shoulder straps down her arms. Martina sported a black strapless bra, and at her waist, a belt prevented the dress from sliding further down. Still, Martina managed to remain calm, and she focussed Judith who approached with her clipboard:

»I am Martina Elvira Hartenstein, 41. As you can see, my hair’s brown, and my eyes are also. I am 5’8’’, and, as your – colleague may read from the label, I am a 36 D!«

Abina noticed her attitude and saw how Martina even slightly rose her arms as Karl removed her bra after he had nodded to Judith’s questioning look. These new captives would make things more interesting indeed: Emma was frightened, but Lisa had quite a temper, and Martina seemed to be a tough nut.

Now, Karl had stripped the dress from her, and Judith’s eyes wandered from her ample breasts to her pubic mound.

»Is your – style of haircut a family tradition?«

She was referring to the fact that, like Lisa, she had shaved off her pubic hair, except for a narrow strip. Martina now blushed, but managed to remain calm.

Once Martina had been to the bathroom, all three had to line up side by side, but were not prevented from covering themselves with their arms. Judith now rushed into another room, returning with an armful of things, whilst Abina explained:

»We haven’t expected so many patients, and so, we have to improvise! Anyway, each of you is allowed one piece of clothing! We start with Lisa this time!«

The blonde was handed the discarded pantyhose from Emma. She reluctantly looked at the garment that had been worn by another woman (who had not been wearing panties underneath, and in addition, the transparent nylon would not hide anything from view. Judith meanwhile shook out one of the straightjackets that had been used during Marlene’s and Silvana’s abduction.

»You may also go naked, Lisa – but may I inform you that one of the straps will go right between your legs!«

Her eyes sparkling with sheer hatred, Lisa put on the pantyhose that was a bit too tight, and held still when Judith put her into the straightjacket. The straps were pulled tight, but not brutally tight. Lisa gasped, nevertheless, when the final belt was bisecting her crotch.

There had been a bigger supply of the mask gags with the nerf balls in it, and so, Lisa was quickly gagged and had to sit down and wait as her mother was restrained. She was handed Emma’s panties that had gagged Lisa and were still wet with her saliva. Martina grimaced, as the garment turned out too small, barely covering her middle and sinking between her buttocks. She was quickly straightjacketed and gagged, too, and had to sit down beside her daughter.

Karl was a bit disappointed that Lisa’s breasts were no longer on display, but he grinned when he now had to assist in helping Emma to dress up. For her, Judith had chosen Martina’s panties. These were also damp, but in addition, the sides had been cut. So, once he had placed them between Emma’s legs, Karl had to knot the sides together, creating a kind of tight bikini bottom. Then, he once again had to help Judith.

There was no other straightjacket, but an armbinder, similar to the one they had forced on Marlene the day before. The girl whimpered as the staps and laces were tightened, and once her elbows touched, Karl had to admit that her 34 B breasts looked quite impressive now.

Once the girl was gagged, the other two had to get up from the floor, and they were escorted into the room with the ice bath and the carousel chair. This time, there was no demonstration of the torture devices, Abina just said:

»Karl, I see you have a gun, and you sure know how to use it when necessary. Would you please hep Nabia in keeping an eye on these whilst Judith and I fetch Marlene and Silvana?«

She then frowned, as Karl, who had been so cool all the time, suddenly twitched and stared at her, showing signs of commotion.

»Is everything okay?«

Karl forced a smile on his face and nodded.

»Just a bad memory!«

It could be just a coincidence, Karl told himself repeatedly as they waited for the doctor’s return. Okay, the wrong abductees had been from Würzburg, too, and the names weren’t that common, but still, this was-

Obviously, they other two captives had been allowed to use the bathroom and given some breakfast, too, because it took some 15 minutes until the door opened. First, the doctor entered, followed by a brunette that seemed to be all boobs, for she was sporting an armbinder like Emma, and her breasts seemed to be even bigger than Martina’s. Karl frowned: he had seen Marlene Gutermann only once, and she had worn clothes on that occasion, but still, he was sure that it was the woman that had been together with-

»Silvana!«

He uttered her name the moment she stumbled into the room, followed by Judith. The lower face of the girl was covered by a gag mask, and she was wearing a straightjacket, though hers had openings for her breasts. Karl’s eyes met hers, and when Silvana’s blue eyes widened and she screamed into her gag, he knew that she had recognized him, too.

***