Wrong Place, Right Time 8

Karl stepped a bit aside and waved towards Abina.

»A word, please!«

The words sounded conciliant, but the gesture had been bossy. Nevertheless, Abina stepped over to him. Her lab coat had lost a button, and she could tell from a stray of hair dangling right in front of her hair that her strict bun had gotten dishevelled during the brawl.

»Doctor, may I suggest that we act as a team against these girls. Any sign of friction between us might encourage them to try such stunts again. Also, I am sure that with your scientific background, you may add some interesting levels of – impressiveness to the punishment!«

Abina gulped. She had felt reluctant about allying with Karl, and now, she was about to become his henchwoman. However, she agreed to his proposal by a short nod. After all, she still had Nabia on her side, who also didn’t like the man and was a skilled fighter.

Karl showed a smile that was barely hiding his triumph, and he turned to the five women in front of him. Marlene was standing beside Silvana, whilst Lisa and her mother had withdrawn to the other side, and Emma was in the middle between the two groups. He flexed the fingers of his right, and Silvana shuddered.

The man was tall and athletic, but it wasn’t the fact that his hands could hurt that was causing her to slightly tremble. Last year, when she had been kidnapped by this man, Karl had used his hands to make her climax against her will. He hadn’t technically raped her, for he had kept his pants on, but by the use of his hands, he had caused a turmoil within her that had only been healed months later when she had slept with Marcus – the first man who had brought her over the edge because she had wanted him to do so, and whom she perhaps not loved, but had strong feelings for. However, Marcus was somewhere, and Karl just some three yards away!

»All right, girls! You have done wrong, and you will be punished! However, there have been different levels of disobedience on your side, and so, there will be different levels of punishment, too!«

»Mph!«

Martina stepped forward, and she tried to stare daggers at him whilst the effect was reduced by the fact she had to unbuckle her gag before she could confront him.

»Now, based on which authority you are offering your – mitigating circumstances?«

She had placed her hands on her hips, making no attempt to hide her bareness. Martina knew that she would suffer from the worst level of punishment, but she was used to hard negotiations, and she didn’t want to go without a fight.

Karl looked at her, his face showing an expression as if he was a teacher, and Martina a stupid pupil who had made the same mistake again, after having been told repeatedly how to do it right. In a casual tone, he ordered:

»Lisa, take off your pantyhose and stuff it into your mother’s mouth!«

The girl gasped, and Martina also seemed a bit abashed by the threat, but she still stood there defiantly. Karl still sounded calm as he continued:

»Lisa – how much do you value your beautiful looks?«

His expression had become cold, and he had guessed right: Lisa was a stunning girl, and she knew about it. So, the threat of damaging her beauty was something to make her bow. She might have argued that Karl wanted her as beautiful as possible, but this thought was drowned by sheer atavistic fear of what this man was capable of.

So, after an apologetic look at her mother, Lisa reached for the waistband and peeled down the pantyhose. It had done little to cover her, and yet, she blushed as her pubic mound was revealed. The girl moved the Nylon down her long shapely legs and stepped out of it. Then, she balled the pantyhose to a ball as small as possible.

»S-sorry, Mom!«

Martina said nothing. She even parted her lips as Lisa’s hand approached, but when their eyes met, Lisa could read an expression of disappointment in Martina’s. Again, she whispered an apology, but then, she stuffed the garment into her mother’s mouth.

The pantyhose had been worn by Emma for an entire day, the last few hours without panties, before Lisa had been wearing them for some time. According to the expression on Martina’s face, and the way her chest heaved, she didn’t like the taste at all, though she managed not to retch.

»Now, to show that this isn’t just a demonstration of power, but also of rules, you have earned yourself some lenience, Lisa! And if you continue to do as I say, further reduction of punishment might follow. Now, you may free the others from their restraints!«

The order made his companions frown, but Karl just handed his gun to Ben, telling him to also have an eye on the captives. Nabia also had her submachine gun positioned at the girls, and Judith had withdrawn to the wall from which Abina was watching the scene.

Lisa had started with Emma’s armbinder, and once the girl had come free and could once again move her arms, she ungagged herself and then assisted Lisa in freeing Silvana who tried to shield her breasts from Karl’s look. Finally, it was Marlene’s turn. After an entire night wearing the armbinder, her shoulders ached, and all four captives were glad to have gotten rid of the nerf balls tied into their mouths.

»All right, now, get down and give me 20! Except for Martina – she might just watch!«

It took an additional explanation from Karl to make clear he wanted them to do 20 push-ups. Abina frowned, but Judith watched with interest as they all went to their knees and then positioned themselves, trying to follow the order.

However, despite much panting and grunting, success wasn’t given to all: Emma, who had never been good at things acquiring physical strength, and who was still suffering from the effects of the armbinder, collapsed after just five, and Marlene, who was more athletic, but had sported the sheath for hours, made 13. Only Silvana and Lisa persisted. Karl surprised them by not scolding Marlene and Emma, not even insisting on them doing the remaining push-ups. Instead, he allowed them all to line up side by side, including Martina into the row.

»Now, we have two winners here, and in addition, I already promised Lisa a little benefit. So, you are the first one to choose your gag. You have five pairs of panties to select from!«

Lisa’s eyes widened. She had been gagged with another woman’s panties during her abduction, and it was an experience she didn’t want to repeat. When she shook her head, Karl told her:

»Privileges can also be withdrawn, Lisa! And then, the punishment might become unbearable! It might even leave scars!«

Again, he didn’t specify his threat, just waited until Lisa fearfully let her eyes wander over the other’s loins, finally ending at Martina. She was sporting Emma’s panties that had been in her mouth before, and they were the smallest pair. So, she stepped over to Martina.

»I-I choose th-those!«, she stammered, avoiding to look at Martina. Karl nodded and said:

»Now, there was a reason I let you do the push-ups. Silvana, step behind Martina, please! Lisa, you get in front of your mother!«

The two blondes obeyed, and Karl then gave his next order:

»I am not telling anyone anything new by mentioning that most panties consist of two more or less triangular pieces of cloth, sewn together at three points. Silvana, show me two of these points!«

The order was strange, but not too embarrassing, and so, she put her index fingers onto the hips of Martina, where the front and back panel were sewn together. Karl nodded, and then, he said:

»Martina, you may present the third point, or you have Lisa do it, your choice!«

Martina glanced at him, but she slightly parted her legs and put a finger between her legs. Again, Karl nodded, deliberately stretching the seconds to his next order:

»Now, Lisa, Silvana, since you two are the strongest, you are sure stronger than a few threads! Now, Silvana will grab the back part, Lisa the front, and then, you’ll pull!«

This again caused some dismay, and Martina also shook her head, but Karl added:

»If you refuse, you’ll get whipped and will have to do it with your teeth! Martina, if you don’t hold still, we will ad some Tabasco to the game!«

Desperately, Silvana looked at their captors, but Nabia still aimed at them, not showing a sign of mercy. Abina also seemed rather interested, and Judith even had a sparkle in her eyes. Ben hid his feelings behind a mask of coolness.

So, she took a deep breath and grabbed the waistband of Martina’s panties, right above her buttocks, and saw that a reluctant Lisa now reached for the front panel, keeping her head low, and shuddering when her fingers touched the strip of Martina’s pubic hair.

When Silvana started pulling, the cloth was torn between Martina’s buttocks, creating a strange kind of thong. She knew that she had to do it, and she increased her effort. Lisa also pulled, and after a few seconds, the seams at the sides tore.

However, the last ones holding the panels together between the legs were stronger, and so, the panties were drawn deeper into Martina’s soft flesh, causing her to pant and groan. For some moments, the cruel tug-of-war went on; then, both girls staggered backwards, each of them holding half of the panties in her right.

Once Lisa had gagged herself with the two rags, Karl allowed both her and Martina to sit down. Then, he let his eyes wander over Silvana’s body, causing her to blush, though he had seen everything already.

»Now, it’s on you! You just may not use your own ones! However, you may get them the usual way!«

It was no real choice for Silvana; Marlene’s panties were the most substantial, but at least, she had suffered through chewing on them before. So, she stepped towards her friend, whispered an excuse, and peeled down the garment before squeezing them to a ball and gagging herself. Karl then looked at the naked Marlene.

»Since you didn’t do your full 20, you will have to get your gag with your teeth!«

Marlene groaned, but she then went to Silvana who offered no resistance as her friend grabbed the waistband of her panties with her teeth and pulled them down her legs, trying to touch her as less as possible. Then, she had to chew and swallow, until the panties were all inside her mouth. Only then, Marlene and Silvana were allowed to sit down, and Karl turned to Emma.

»Allow me!«

Surprisingly gentle, he peeled the panties down the trembling girl’s legs. When he balled them up, he placed his other hand on the back of Emma’s head and asked:

»Do you like Martina’s fragrance?«

He held the panties to the girl’s nose, and her nostrils cringed.

»N-no«, she breathed, and was blushing all over. Karl now sniffed at the garment and nodded.

»Me neither!«

He then stuffed her mouth with the panties before Emma was allowed to sit down, too. Then, he stepped back, leaned against the wall, and said in a louder tone:

»Now, we will proceed with your punishment! Doctor, how about we alternate in giving orders how to teach these renitent girls a lesson?«

Abina took a deep breath. She knew that if she now showed weakness, it would make her standing against Karl worse. In addition, she still held a grudge against the girls who had attacked her. So, she forced a smile on her face and stepped forward.

»I think we can make out a rebel leader – Martina! So, we will start with her!«

She bent to Judith, whispering a few orders that made the girl smile. Then, she asked Ben if he could assist her, too. Together, they pressed Martina’s arms into the armbinder, tightening the laces until her elbows were crushed together, and also buckling the straps to a painful level. Martina panted and moaned, but only whimpered when Abina made her do a side split before parting her labia and then tying the last strap in place between her legs.

Now, Judith went for two things that Marlene and Silvana already knew. The first was the spreader bar, and Martina’s ankles were manacled to its ends, forcing her to stand with her legs splayed. Then, the gag came to use that had come to action to force Marlene and Silvana to walk behind Nabia in the corridor: the one with the contraption like a choking pear that would expand the more one would pull on the chain attached to the gag.

Martina was freed from the pantyhose stuffing her mouth, but only to allow Judith to wrap the sodden Nylon around the pear. Then, the huge thing was forced back into Martina’s mouth, and buckled at her nape. Using the chain fixed to her mouth as a leash, Abina now forced Martina to stagger behind her to the gridded opening in the floor, where she fixed the chain to a ceiling hook. It forced her to arch her head back and stare at the ceiling, but Abina wasn’t finished.

»I think your ability to lead that rebellion derives from you being a boss! And I am afraid you didn’t start being bossy today! So, your poor, suffering employee will be given a chance to teach you a little humility! Emma, step forward and show me your fingernails!«

The frightened blonde obeyed, and Abina gently took her hands and inspected her nails. Emma had them long, but short enough to allow quick typing, and they were painted in a decent taupe colour. She was afraid that her duty would be to scratch Martina’s face, but Abina had different ideas:

»Am I right that you don’t want to hurt your boss?«

Emma nodded, and Abina smiled:

»Good! For I want you to be very tender to her! Let your nails wander all over her, but do not scratch her!«

Reluctantly, the girl obeyed, trying to find a place that would be not that intimate to start with. Martina’s boobs were literally pointing at her, and so, Emma stepped to her employer’s side and carefully touched her flank. Martina twitched and let out a mew. Abina stepped closer, brushing over the bound woman’s other side, causing Martina to cringe and mew again.

»Seems your boss is a little sensitive to touches at some spots! Change of plans, Emma! If you manage to find all those spots, and give them the right attention, you will be punished leniently! But first, could you please loosen Martina’s crotch strap?«

It took the girl with her trembling fingers some time, but then, the strap came loose, and Martina let out a groan of relief. Then, however, Abina said:

»Just in case you lose control over your bladder! Emma – proceed!«

»Nnngggg!«, Martina protested, but Emma now reluctantly placed two fingers at her armpits and let them brush along the other’s exposed sides. Martina wriggled in her bonds, her mewing reduced to a throaty chortle as she bucked and thus pulled on her gag chain, causing the ball in her mouth to expand.

Especially Marlene, ticklish as hell herself, watched with horrified fascination as Emma continued exploring Martina’s body. She could imagine how the fingernails brushed over the sensitive skin, and she cringed from compassion as Emma now explored Martina’s belly button.

The cruel order at least spared Emma to touch Martina’s breasts, buttocks and pubic mound; at least, she didn’t consider these to be ticklish, and she then turned for the backs of Martina’s knees, causing another involuntary dance on the spot of her employer. The fact that she was standing secured her soles from getting attacked, but Emma now grabbed an ankle and pushed her fingers into the gaps between Martina’s toes, and again, the helpless woman wriggled and mewed.

»Seems we have a natural here! Now, I think Emma could need some help!«

Abina herself now felt the old fascination of finding out what could be done to a patient if one was willing to cross borders. So, she positioned the other three captives: Lisa was spared torturing her mother, but she had to stand behind her, and to step on the spreader bar between her legs, to keep Martina from squirming too much. Silvana and Marlene had to crouch to her sides, each of them one hand at Martina’s feet, the other at her knees. Emma was told to concentrate on Martina’s flanks, and to stand opposite to her.

»Now, whenever Judith claps her hands three times, you start tickling her, until she claps again! I don’t want Martina to faint, and so, she will be given small pauses between the attacks! Now, proceed!«

Judith clapped, and the three unwilling torturers started their devious work. Marlene tried to cause as little distress as possible, just placing her fingers between Martina’s toes and rather caressing than tickling the back of Martina’s knee. She could feel her twitch and writhe nevertheless, and suddenly, another thought took over: Martina had deliberately gotten her and Silvana into this. So, she began to move her fingers a bit more, and the twitching and writhing increased.

Silvana did a similar job to the other leg, but Emma more and more seemed to find passion in what she did; she balled her fists and opened them slowly, so her nails brushed over the skin of Martina’s flanks or her armpits. Even through her fingernails, she could sense the tiniest shivering and trembling of her boss.

Unlike what Abina had implied, Emma didn’t have to suffer from being Martina’s employee. Sure, Martina Hartenstein was demanding, but she also was fair, and their relation could almost be called cordial, despite the distance caused by their different places in hierarchy.

However, now, these positions had changed. Emma could not explain it, but she somehow was intrigued by how her tough, confident boss had turned into a helpless, writhing bundle, and in front of her inner eye, whenever Martina cringed, whimpered or twitched, she imagined memories of her giving orders, organizing the next big deal or scolding someone who had failed in gaining the company profit. The two opposing images, the triumphant businesswoman and the helpless victim, somehow built a perfect melange, and so, Emma got more and more carried away, too.

She was one inch smaller than Martina, but since the latter had to stand on spread legs, her breasts now were slightly above the thrust out boobs of her employer. Emma felt something slightly tickle her breasts, and she realized it were Martina’s hardened nipples.

»That’s my touches!«, Emma thought and stepped closer, so their breasts touched more, and she could feel Martina’s panting, and trying to adjust to it a bit. A blissful tingle shot through Emma’s loins, and she blushed when she felt he was getting wet from arousal.

»I wonder how she feels! Hm, how do you feel, Martina? Not so confident now, hm?«

She still was tender, but at the same time, she enjoyed dominating Martina who had lost all control over herself. She had already wet herself, with Lisa barely being able to jump back as it happened, and the sparks still radiated through her body from all sides. Martina and Silvana had both now pushed their thumbs under her feet, so her soles got caressed, too, and together with the moving fingers between her toes, this alone would have been enough to drive her insane. However, the stimulation got enforced on its way up by the tickling of the soft skin at the back of her knees, and so, a veritable tsunami of electric shocks radiated through her nerves.

However, the fingers on her sides were even worse, and Martina squirmed and mewed, barely able to catch breath in the short breaks, and she knew that she would never escape. She was helpless, totally helpless, and-

The thought wasn’t as frightening as she had thought. It was frightening, but somehow, there was another flame stoked by the continual tickling: a flame between her legs, and this flame seemed to be hungry, directing all the tingles radiating through her body to it. She knew that if now someone had touched her between her legs, it would have been a matter of seconds to-

However, Abina now made the four women withdraw, an order she had to repeat towards Emma. Silvana looked up and was amazed by how the blonde secretary looked. She was covered with sweat. Okay, they all were now, but Silvana could notice how her cheeks had reddened, how her nipples stood hard and erect, and the glistering between her legs wasn’t just sweat. In other words, Emma was highly aroused.

Martina more hung from her choking gag than she was standing on her wobbly legs. She panted heavily, wheezing and groaning as she did so, and she was still trembling all over. Her body showed that she had not been indifferent to the stimulation, too.

Abina wiped some sweat from her forehead, and she could see Judith remove her hand from her frock where the nurse had maybe touched herself under her skirt. Nabia still seemed unimpressed, but the two men both tried to position themselves in a way that hid the treacherous bulges in their trousers. Feeling a little bit of her authority restored, Abina said:

»It’s your turn, Karl!«

***

When Annika approached the office building, she avoided staggering in the high heels again, but she noticed how the shoes made her sway her hips, and she could almost feel Marcus’ eyes on her ass. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought.

»Maybe, once his girl is free, and it will be a fair fight-«

She forced herself to concentrate on her mission, and she approached one of the side doors, where she tried to look unsuspicious as she tested the keys. To her relief, the door opened, and Annika entered the small corridor that led to a staircase and two elevators.

There had been two cars standing on the vast parking ground. Of course, these could be standing there since the day before yesterday, but Annika didn’t want to risk that the elevator opened and she would stand in front of someone who was really doing some extra work during the holidays.

So, she took off the shoes and sneaked up the stairs. She had no idea where Martina Hartenstein’s office was, but usually, the higher one was in a company’s hierarchy, the higher was the floor he resided at. And so, she walked up to the last floor, where a glass door opened to an empty corridor. Annika took a deep breath and stepped onto it.

The carpet here was thick and she could almost sense through her soles how expensive it must have been. There were not too many doors here, and all were made of fair oak wood, whilst a few paintings made the corridor look more appealing.

Luckily, there were brass plates giving the function of each room, and so, she had soon found Martina’s office. When she had slipped inside, she was at first a bit confused that it looked rather small and plain, but then, she realized that she was standing at the antechamber, the working place of Emma Dietrichs. Martina Hertenstein’s office was behind a door at the opposite wall.

Here, Annika’s streak of luck ended, for her keys didn’t fit. Emma’s desk was in almost painstakingly good order, and so, she didn’t find anything that looked like evidence either.

»Fuck!«

Annika’s last hope was the last door. She opened it and looked at a small toilet. At that moment, she heard a sound from outside the door. Quickly, she slipped inside and reflexively locked the door.

Not daring to breathe, she listened for the steps from outside. Annika reached for her armpit, only to remember that she had left her gun at the car, together with her own clothes. So, all she could do was to wait and hope that whoever was outside wouldn’t notice her.

The steps stopped, and for a moment, Annika feared that the door would be tried the next moment, but then, the person walked on, and she could hear the sound of an opening door. Whoever had come, he had a key to Martina’s office!

There was only silence then, and after a few minutes, Annika thought that she had to do something. What would be the most reasonable thing in her current situation?

»I could send a message to Marcus!«

Annika reflexively reached for her back pocket, only to remember that the skirt she was wearing had none. She had therefore put her phone into the handbag that-

»Fuck!«

When she had rummaged through Emma’s office, she had placed the handbag on the office chair, together with the high heels.

»Best secret investigator ever!«, she scolded herself. Then, as there was still no sound coming from the other side, she decided to take initiative. Carefully, millimetre for millimetre, she unlocked the door and then, even more careful, she opened it so she could peep through the gap.

The door to Martina’s office stood open, and Annika could see the back of a man standing at the window, looking at the skyline of Würzburg. He was tall and had blonde hair; definitely, he wasn’t Ketteler, Martina Hartenstein’s co-CEO.

The man didn’t seem to look for something particular, he was obviously just enjoying the view. Annika took a deep breath. Then, she slowly opened the door further and stepped outside the toilet.

She had reached the door leading to the corridor when she heard a voice from behind.

»He! Who are you?«

Annika grabbed the door handle, only to realize the door was locked. She jolted it, then jumped for the chair where, beside her phone, she had put the keys.

»Who are you, and what are you doing here, Miss?«

The man had approached, and though he was still calm, he definitely wasn’t amused. Annika’s brain worked quickly. She could tell him that she was Emma’s temporary help, and that Martina had ordered her to get something from her office. However, if the man was involved in the crime, he would know that this couldn’t be the case, and for sure, he would know that she wasn’t one of Martina’s secretaries. So, she decided for another approach:

»Kommissarin Gruber, Criminal Police! I am investigating on the disappearance of Mrs. Martina Hartenstein, CEO of this company!«

She had managed to say this without stammering, and the man now looked down on her. Despite Annika not being small with her 5’9’’, he towered her, and he looked also quite athletic.

»Does the Criminal Police always appear without registration? Without a search warrant – and without shoes?«

Annika tried a girlish smile.

»These high heels are killing me! Please, my shoes are over there!«

She pointed at Emma’s desk, and he went there, noticing what was on the chair’s seat. He took the handbag and then made an inviting gesture. Annika, who had to stay in her role, put on the high heels whilst the man rummaged through her handbag.

»Mister, I have to insist-«

»I am missing one particular thing here, Miss!«, he interrupted her harshly, »Your Police ID card! Or where else are you hiding it?«

He again looked at her, and Annika, who was just fastening the strap of her shoe and had placed her foot on the chair, noticed how he was focussing on her pantyhose-clad knee. However, he was not too fascinated to ignore the obvious:

»Look, I doubt you are a Policewoman! So, maybe, it’s the best thing to call the real cops, so they can take care of you!«

Annika hesitated. If he did so, she would be in severe trouble for her actions. However, she would at least be saved if the man was really involved in the disappearance of now five women, including the owner of this office.

»Maybe, that’s the best solution!«, she admitted, shrugging and waiting for him to react. The man leaned over the desk, reaching for Emma’s phone. At this moment, Annika saw her chance.

She jumped forward, ramming her knee between the man’s legs before he even realized what was going on.

»Uff!«

Annika grabbed the handbag, rummaging for the keys. She then jumped for the door, rammed the key in the hole and just turned it around when suddenly something hit her neck. Annika stiffened and let out an ache; then, she collapsed on the floor.

***

Waiting back in the car was a tedious thing, and in addition, the last night had been strenuous, and so, Marcus had dozed off. When he heard the sound of his phone, he at first was a bit disorientated, but then, he was fully awake immediately. It was Hilmar.

»Marcus, where are you? I am standing in front of your room at the hostel!«

Taking some breakfast with them, Hilmar and his daughter had left the hotel shortly after 7 am, and whilst he had tried to find a compromise between driving at maximum speed and not risking Ella’s safety, he had phoned his ex, telling her about an emergency at his company. Hilmar was leading engineer, and so, this was a plausible lie. Of course, Elisa had tried to scold him, but here, Ella had helped, by telling her mother that it had been a great holiday so far, but that she was also beginning to miss her, and that she was gladly anticipating to spend the Easter Sunday with her and Granny. So, when he had reached Würzburg at noon, Ella had flown into her mother’s arms, starting to tell her about what she had seen at Norderney with so much excitement that Elisa had even smiled when Hilmar had left, only to speed up once he had passed the corner.

Now, it was half past 12, and Marcus quickly told him what had happened and where he was. Then, he thought whether he should send a message to Annika, but decided against it: she knew that Hilmar was on the way, and if she hadn’t turned her phone silent and if she wasn’t alone, he would perhaps even endanger Annika.

So, he left the car Annika had parked a little away from the company’s building, and strolled over to the next bus stop. There would be no bus today, but here, Hilmar would not miss him. And indeed, after just some ten minutes, the black Audi approached and stopped beside him.

»You look shit, man!«, he greeted him, and indeed, Hilmar had eye bags and reddened eyes, and his chin was stubby.

»Look at yourself, asshole!«

The two exchanged a quick hug, and then, they walked towards »Hartenstein & Pfister«, since Hilmar wanted to do a few steps after having driven almost nonstop for some five hours.

The black BMW leaving the parking lot almost ran them over, and the driver even honked before he drove off in high speed. Hilmar, who had been forced to oppress his usual reactions to other drivers at the Autobahn, due to his little daughter’s presence, wanted to start a tirade of abuses, when Marcus grabbed his arm.

»What? This bloody motherfucker just-«

»Hilmar! This motherfucker is someone working for ›Hartenstein & Pfister‹! I have seen him before!«

He reached for his back pocket, producing the folded sheets on which he had drawn his list of suspects, and the connections between them. He pointed on a blonde man, grinning broadly, for the picture, Marcus had taken from the company’s homepage.

»Ulrich Schmidt, Assistant CEO! So, if he’s just left at high speed-«

»Left from the place Annika entered some hour ago!«, Marcus concluded, and they exchanged a concerned look.

***