Wrong Place, Right Time 9

Marcus and Hilmar approached the building that now seemed to be abandoned. They still had the small hope that Annika would show up, but more and more, they had to realize that there were more plausible options: Ulrich Schmidt had either taken her with him, or left her behind. In both cases, the question was whether she was dead or alive.

Marcus thought of phoning Annika, but decided against it: if Schmidt had her phone, he would then know that she had some kind of backup. The other problem was that every second they stood there, looking at the building, Ulrich Schmidt’s head start grew. So, they not only had to find a way in, but also had to hope that he had left some evidence – at best not the bloody corpse of Kommissarin Annika Gruber.

»Now, how do we get into a building that most likely has an excellent security system?«, Marcus said more to himself, but Hilmar answered nevertheless:

»I don’t think that they spent so much money on that!«

Marcus frowned, and Hilmar explained to him that there wasn’t much of material value inside: what was valuable were the data of the company’s customers, and this would be secured either behind a firewall or by other techniques blocking cyber-attacks.

»If someone wants to steal from that company, he will hack into their system, not break into their office and steal one or two computers at random!«

Hilmar had worked for a company that also produced such security systems, and though this house had a different one, he recognized it as one that consisted on panzerglass doors and windows, and some cameras.

»I guess that whatever Schmidt has done inside, he may not want anyone to know, and so, he has perhaps switched off the cameras! Now, let’s look for the fool’s door!«

As he explained to Marcus, the »fool’s door« was one window that the janitor deliberately left ajar, so he could enter if there was a power failure or a damage in the system. Of course, this window wasn’t marked by a sign, but they finally found one, partially hidden behind a hedge. Marcus helped Hilmar to climb inside; then, he handed him Annika’s gun he had taken from her belongings.

They now were inside, and since they knew that the one they were after was the right hand of one of the CEOs, they went up to the highest floor. Here, they carefully listened at all doors before they tried to open them. The door to Martina Hartenstein’s antechamber opened, and they could see something Marcus could remember: the handbag Annika had borrowed from Emma Dietrichs.

Hilmar suddenly put his finger to his lips, raised the gun and pointed at the door leading to Martina’s office. The high-pitched humming electrified the two men, though they also felt some relief: perhaps, this was a sign that Annika was still alive!

»Watch my back!«, Marcus ordered. Hilmar went behind the desk, aiming at the door through which an intruder might come, and Marcus carefully pushed the other door open.

»Uuhmmmm! Mmhhhmmm!«

His eyes fell on the large desk that dominated the room. On it, Annika Gruber was lying on her back, her arms and legs tied to the desk’s legs, so she was spreadeagled. This had caused her skirt to slide up her thighs, and Marcus couldn’t help staring at her crotch, where he could see the white panties under the pantyhose. Her blouse had been ripped open, revealing her bra, and her scarf was missing: according to the way her cheeks bulged under the tape sealing her lips, he had an idea where it had ended up.

»Annika, are you okay?«

When it had been said, Marcus knew that it was a rather silly question, but the answering moan was rather one of relief than of annoyance. He approached her, noticing that her fingers had been wrapped with tape, too.

»Wait!«

For a terrible moment, Marcus thought that Schmidt had arrived, but it was Hilmar that now stopped him. He looked apologetically at Annika, but he insisted that Marcus didn’t free her. Marcus’s jaw dropped, and Annika also looked at him with widened eyes. So far, she had never been in such a predicament, but in the movies, the first thing the good guys did when encountering a bound and gagged woman was freeing her! She had even felt not only relief, but also slight excitement when she had seen that her rescuer was Marcus.

»If Schmidt comes back for her, he will maybe lead us to the others!«

Marcus stared at him as if he had completely lost his marbles.

»And if he kills her, it will be your fault!«

Annika added a moan to the conversation, but Hilmar shook his head:

»If he had wanted to kill her, she would be dead now! Has he said anything about where he is about to bring you?«

The last sentence was addressed to Annika who glanced angrily and mewed; then, she shook her head, and Hilmar asked:

»But did he say something like ›don’t go away, I am back soon‹?«

A bit reluctantly, Annika nodded. Hilmar now bent over her. He took a deep breath before he continued speaking:

»You know, if he takes you were Marlene and the others are, we can follow him, and end this ordeal for all of them! If we wait for Schmidt, we would either have to torture him, or lose precious time! Do you agree?«

Annika gulped. She wanted to be set free, not some time in the future, but now! But she had to admit that Hilmar had a point.

»Once we know where their hideout is, we will call your colleagues, and they will storm the place and save you! I don’t like the plan either, but it’s the best chance we have!«

Marcus sounded almost pleadingly, as if Annika was in the position to stop them. She sighed, and Marcus bent over her, caressing her hair. When she sharply inhaled, his fingers brushed over her neck and nape.

»Are you hurt?«

Annika was about to shake her head; Schmidt had knocked her unconscious, and there would be perhaps a small bruise, but she had suffered worse from hitting her knee when accidentally pushing against a door. However, Marcus’ hand felt good on her skin, and so, she just mewed and he continued to caress her.

»Poor girl! But Hilmar’s right, it is a chance to get them all, and to free Silvie, Marlene and the others!«

Annika hesitated for a few seconds when he mentioned his girlfriend, but first and foremost, she was a Policewoman, and she wanted to see these thugs behind bars, too. So, she nodded slightly, and Marcus kissed her forehead. Hilmar, trying not to look at her bra-clad breasts, bowed slightly and said:

»Thanks for your cooperation!«

She mumbled something into her gag, and Marcus brushed over her cheek.

»Sorry we can’t free you – or get your clothes in order!«

This reminded Annika of how her breasts and crotch were on display, and she blushed. Hilmar cleared his throat before he mentioned that they should better get ready for the chase before Schmidt would come back.

»We will take your car, too! He won’t be able to shake off both of us!«

Hilmar took a reluctant Marcus with him, and at the antechamber, after he had closed the office’s door, he whispered:

»Look, we have no idea where he will take her! Besides, even with two cars, there’s a high risk he will notice that we are following him! So, we will rely on more modern techniques!«

Some ten minutes later, Annika twitched when the office’s door opened again. However, it wasn’t Schmidt, but Marcus – alone. He stepped closer and once again caressed her cheek, but he seemed a bit reluctant about what he had to say:

»Hilmar – when he was at Norderney, he played a game with his daughter. Some advanced version of Hide and Seek, so to say!«

»Mhhmm?«

Marcus produced a small item from his breast pocket. It looked like a hairpin and was shaped like a flower. Annika frowned.

»It’s a tracking device, and it is connected to his phone! Usually, Ella hid somewhere, and he tried to find her. But it has a range of some mile, and so, he thought we could give it a try!«

Now, Annika nodded, and Marcus again seemed a bit reluctant:

»The thing is, I will have to put it on you – somewhere where it can’t be found easily!«

Again, Annika blushed, but she nodded, and he began looking for a good place where the little flower would not look suspicious. Annika’s hair had been dishevelled already, and so, he let his eyes wander over her body. Annika blushed even deeper when he parted the gap between two buttons of her blouse to look at her belly button.

»Silvie’s got a navel piercing«, he said apologetically, and then, he looked at her bra. It was rather plain, but the narrow cloth bridge between the cups was adorned by a pesky little flower. Marcus mumbled an excuse; then, he carefully removed the cloth flower and replaced it with the tracking device.

Annika tried not to pant when his fingers occasionally brushed over her breasts in the progress. The touches caused a tingle, and when he withdrew, Annika noticed that her nipples had grown hard. She could not think whether Marcus had noticed that, for now, there were steps coming from the antechamber.

***

Karl had to admit that the way Abina had orchestrated Martina’s punishment had impressed him, and so, he wanted to see what she could do to the others. However, he also had to show that he was imaginative, too.

So, he just took one of the gags and inspected the nerf ball. As he had thought, it was just the covering of a smaller, hard rubber ball. The nerf ball wouldn’t have fit into Emma’s mouth that was filled with Martina’s panties, but now, he managed to close the buckle at her nape. Then, he asked for a pair of simple handcuffs and made Emma lean against Martina’s back, or rather the sheath covering her arms, and tied her wrists so they were close to the other’s pubic mound.

Martina, who was still in a state of high arousal, groaned as he now reached between her legs and took the crotch strap. Before he tied it in place, snug, but not too tight, he made sure it also trapped the chain between Emma’s handcuffs. Karl secured the strap with a padlock and noticed that Emma was trying to keep her hands away from Martina’s crotch. So, he put his hands over Emma’s, forcing her to cup her employer’s pubic mound. Martina mewed and shook her head, and he could feel Emma’s resistance, but he just kept up the pressure, knowing that if Emma squirmed her fingers, it would have an irritating effect on Martina.

»Easy, Emma! She’s ready for you, but there’s no need to go rough!«

He stepped back, but only to get one of the discarded scarves from the corridor. With it, he blindfolded Emma before he once again forced her hands on Martina’s middle. Since he was a strong man, he only needed one hand, and so, he stepped to the captives’ side and placed his other hand on Emma’s lower abdomen.

»Easy, Emma, relax! Just feel how much your employer enjoys your handiwork!«

His palm pressed Emma against Martina, but his fingers gently brushed over her pubic mound, caressing her. At the same time, he used Emma’s hands to massage Martina’s crotch, all the time whispering into Emma’s ears.

Emma tried to rear up, but this only made things worse. She moved her fingers, feeling the damp warmth between Martina’s legs, and the knowledge that this wetness was partially created by her only added to her irritation. Pictures appeared in front of her blindfolded eyes: pictures of Martina, moaning and writhing when she had tickled her flanks. How lovely the tough boss had squirmed and mewed. Emma sighed through her gag, and when she tasted the panties she was gagged with, all she could think was:

»That’s her taste!«

The thought wasn’t nearly as appalling as she would have thought, and Emma suddenly no longer just wriggled her fingers, but felt for the soft flesh, so hot and wet. Martina wriggled her hips, as if she wanted to assist Emma in her search for the right spots, and when her fingers touched her clit, both women shuddered.

Emma had been so occupied by massaging Martina that she hadn’t rationalized it had been in fact Karl’s finger on her own clit that had caused the shiver. She had more and more relaxed and parted her thighs, allowing him to touch her wherever he wanted – or rather, wherever she wanted, for the man’s touched felt – good. Better! Marvellous!

»Ooouuhmmmm! Mhhmmmmm!«

Now, she was trapped between the man’s hand that pushed back and forth, thrusting his fingers inside her, and the leather sheath that rubbed through her cleft. Her fingers sensed the hot wetness and the writhing and spasming of Martina, and she now was one with Martina, adjusting to the slightest of her desires, mistress and slave at the same time-

Martina, who had been denied a blindfold, had closed her eyes, just to avoid looking at Lisa who was forced to kneel opposite to her. She knew that it sharpened her other senses, but her concerns were more and more overwhelmed by the turmoil still inside her, now able to focus on a relief – a relief between her legs, where Emma’s hand were doing exactly what-

»Oouuhhmm! Mmhhrrrmmm! Mph!«

To say that the audience was spellbound would have been an understatement, though the feelings the show caused were quite different. Lisa was unable to turn her eyes from her mother, though at the same time, she felt disgusted and would have wished to be somewhere else, Timbuktu or so.

She had been eight years old when her parents had divorced, and Martina had been discreet about her private life afterwards. When she had grown older, she had understood why her mother had sometimes spent the nights out of the house after a business meeting, or why she seemed relaxed and excited after such occasions, but she had never brought one of her affairs to the mansion and so, Lisa had been spared to think of her mother as a sensual woman.

Lisa’s own experience was limited, despite her beauty – or somehow, because of it. She had always thought of herself as something better than others, something precious, and nobody had ever questioned that. There had been numerous boys who had been interested in her, but Lisa had been picky, expecting her first time to be something covered in fairy dust. And, almost inevitably, it had become a disappointment: the circumstances had been right, her being at a hotel at St. Tropez, and the boy being a Spanish football player (a substitute from the Segunda Division, but handsome nevertheless). However, like most girls, Lisa had experienced the great gap between her girlie dreams and reality, and after a few too short minutes, she hadn’t seen much difference to what she could do with her own hands. So, except for a similar disappointing one night stand at Silvester, the Spaniard had been the only man in her life so far.

Her mom, despite being the bound and gagged victim of some criminals, didn’t seem disappointed, quite the contrary. Lisa was spared to look at Martina’s middle, as both the hands of Emma and Karl covered it, but she could see her heaving chest, how her cheeks and cleavage had reddened, and she could hear her moans and sighs. Lisa lowered her head, concentrating on a crack in a tile, and trying to block out the sounds.

Beside her, Silvana was feeling an ice cold grip on her heart, despite the damp warmth inside the room. Somehow, it would have been easier to bear if Karl had beaten up his victims. Now, however, she saw him act tenderly, getting them where he wanted them – and she remembered all too well how he had done that to her. Karl had not pretended to be anything but the villain he was, and yet, in the end, she had climaxed under his hands. It was as if he was just demonstrating to her what he had planned to do to her, but unlike Lisa, Silvana was unable to turn her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt a hand press hers. It was Marlene, who was kneeling beside her, and though she still stared at Martina, Emma and Karl like a rabbit stared at a venomous snake, Silvana felt a wave of affection for her friend who tried to console her, though she sure was reliving her own ordeals currently – ordeals in which she had also been stimulated against her will – and responded to it-

Maybe, an escape attempt would have been successful at the time, for their captors were watching with fascination, too. Nabia still had one hand on her submachine gun, and was looking at the three kneeling women with one eye, but she was also breathing more heavily, and there were a few sweat pearls on her forehead. Nabia was a descendant of Ashanti warriors, and a trained soldier herself, but she wasn’t immune to stimulation.

Beside her, Abina was also unable to keep her mouth closed, but her fascination was more a scientific one: the man had made these girls enjoy what he was doing to them – maybe, this was the key to successful interrogations!

Ben, who also wasn’t indifferent to the show, had stepped closer to Judith who was standing right in front of him, and when he had touched her back, she hadn’t shied away. Now, as he was fondling her between her shoulder blades, she was arching against his fingers, and though she didn’t turn her eyes from Emma and Martina who were getting closer to the peak of ecstasy, he knew that she also felt his touch and obviously didn’t consider it unpleasant.

Was it Karl’s expertise, or the way Emma had adjusted to Martina’s growing arousal – the two climaxed at the same time, and their moans of passion echoed through the cellar room. Karl took care they could ride the wave to its end; then, he stepped back, massaging his fingers. With a grin, he said towards Abina:

»I am now going to wash my hands. When I am back, it’s your turn to entertain the others – I mean, punish them!«

***

»Fuck!«

Hilmar reached for the passenger seat, where he had placed Annika’s gun. He had decided to wait here, whilst Marcus would get back inside and place the tracking device. However, his partner was still inside the building when Ulrich Schmidt’s black BMW drove onto the parking lot, stopping close to one of the side entrances. He reached for his phone, only to see it fixed to the bracket at the instrument panel. Before Marcus had went back inside, they had quickly checked whether the connection between their cars worked, and now, Marcus’ phone was still in Annika’s car.

He watched as Schmidt now opened the lid of his trunk and took a large suitcase from it. So, he indeed intended to smuggle Annika somewhere – with a little bit of luck, to the place where Marlene was.

»If only he doesn’t run into Marcus!«

He thought if he should also get inside, to shoot at Schmidt if necessary. However – if Marcus managed to hide himself, and if Schmidt could get Annika inside the suitcase and then into his car, he would lead them to Marlene. Cursing silently, he forced himself to wait.

***

»My, my! I thought it was a warm day! Or are you just glad to see me again?«

Schmidt looked directly at Annika’s breasts, where her flimsy bra could not hide her hardened nipples. She tried to stare daggers at him, but at the same time, she felt how her cheeks were aflame. Nevertheless – as long as Schmidt stared at her boobs, he would not look behind the sideboard where Marcus was cowering.

»Well, I would like to show your beauty the appreciation it deserves, but I am afraid this has to wait!«

He opened the suitcase and took a coiled rope from it. When he had cut a piece, he tied it around Annika’s left knee, brushing over her skin clad by the thin pantyhose, and looking at her exposed crotch in a way that made her cringe.

Despite his greed, Schmidt acted carefully: once he had tied her knee, he used that rope as a leash and when he had cut the rope around Annika’s left ankle, he pulled her leg over and tied her knees together, leaving a long end dangle.

»I even went to my cellar to get my biggest suitcase, but it will still be a bit narrow inside!«

He freed her other ankle and, again using the cord as a leash, pulled her knees up so Annika had to bend her legs. Schmidt tied the rope off behind her neck, forcing her to keep the position. Then, he put his hand on her exposed butt

»Ghrrrmph!«

Annika tried to kick him, and she managed to hit his face with one of her heels. Schmidt cursed, and when he jumped back, Marcus feared that he would see him. However, the man wiped his eye where the heel had touched it, and though it was a minor wound, he now seemed angry.

»So, you are a feisty one?«

He took care that she could not kick him again, and then, he spanked her. The smacking sounds hurt Marcus’ heart, as did Annika’s oppressed moans, and the way her lower legs flailed. And yet, the view of her firm buttocks, stretched out and covered only by the white panties and the sheer pantyhose, was also exciting.

After ten slaps, Schmidt disappeared behind the desk, obviously to loosen the girl’s wrists and tie them together. Marcus took the opportunity to raise his head, and his and Annika’s eyes met. He could see a tear in the corner of her eye, and her cheeks were blushing red, but she also seemed defiant. Marcus sent her an assuring smile and then hid behind the sideboard again.

Schmidt had crossed Annika’s wrists and tied them. Now, he made her sling her arms around her bent legs and led the dangling rope between her legs and up her back, where he tied it off to her neck rope. Since her throat was free, Annika couldn’t strangle herself, and the rope between her legs avoided her crotch, but the position was uncomfortable, and she could hardly move.

Schmidt now placed her inside the trunk and closed the lid. Then, he left, luckily forgetting to lock the door behind him. So, Marcus could follow him, and when Schmidt and the suitcase had disappeared inside the elevator, he ran down the stairs.

***

»Now, we will see if Marcus kept his head down!«

Hilmar watched Schmidt lift the suitcase and get it into his trunk. He had his hand on the ignition key, and when the BMW drove on, he started his car, too. He could see a signal from the tracking device, and he had to remember when two days ago, he and Ella had played Hide and Seek – just innocent fun, instead of a serious manhunt.

He followed the BMW, for he could not risk waiting for Marcus. However, after some five minutes that felt like hours, he could hear Marcus’ voice in the phone:

»Falcon to Sparrowhawk, Falcon to Sparrowhawk, coming! I am trying to catch up, just direct me! Over!«

Hilmar felt relief that Marcus was okay, and then, a strange calmness took over. He had never been a hunter, but now, he understood why some of his friends enjoyed going after game.

»Hold on, my Princess, your Knight is on his way!«

***

Abina glimpsed at Martina from time to time, still panting and staggering in her bonds, forced to lean on Emma to keep her position. However, she was sure she had found a way to show Karl she was more than just an apt pupil.

Since they had originally planned with two »patients«, they had two sets of restraints in the storage room, allowing them to get both Silvana and Lisa into what Judith called the »fancy female straightjackets«: the smaller models with the quilted openings for the breasts. In Marlene’s case, they decided once again for the leather armbinder.

None of the three captives thought that the crotch straps were still dangling; this was sure not meant as a relief, but to add some other cruelty. Soon, they would know, as now, Lisa was forced onto her knees where Nabia, who finally had been able to put down her gun, strapped her bent legs ankle to thigh. Then, just to make things more uncomfortable, she used a zip tie to tie Lisa’s big toes together. Abina inspected that bond and brushed over her soles.

»So, you are not ticklish – well, I think we can keep you entertained, nevertheless!«

She said something in her Ghanan idiom, and Nabia grabbed Lisa’s scalp, forcing her to arch her head back. Abina pushed the torn panties deeper into the girl’s mouth; then, she reached for a gag. Marlene and Silvana exchanged a nervous look, for it was the inflatable gag.

Abina squeezed all air out of the balloon before pushing it inside Lisa’s oral cavity, and the bikini briefs she had to chew on weren’t that substantial, but the girl nevertheless retched as the gag was buckled at her nape. The pump balloon dangled down from it like a pendulum.

»Now, Lisa, whom do you like more – your fake mom, or your fake lookalike?«

»Mmmhuummm?«

The kneeling girl’s eyes widened, and her head went from Silvana to Marlene. She obviously was unable to figure out what Abina wanted from her. Judith, obviously growing impatient, stepped behind Marlene and poked her fingers into her sides. With a squeal, Marlene jumped forward, and Abina smiled:

»So, your fake mother takes that decision from your shoulders! Well, I can live with that!«

Marlene also got her ankles strapped to her thighs, and her big toes zip-tied, and when she was kneeling opposite to Lisa, her gag was enforced by the other pump gag. Though deflated, the balloon barely fit in, since she was gagged with Silvana’s more substantial panties.

Now, it was Silvana’s turn. Once her legs were strapped and her toes tied, the nerf ball of one of the remaining gags was removed and buckled over her lower face. The rubber ball pressed Marlene’s panties deep into her throat, and she retched, but now, the three women turned their attention to Lisa again.

The blonde girl was turned onto her side, and Nabia grabbed her knee, forcing her to lie with her thighs open. Meanwhile, Judith asked Ben to help her, and they both grabbed Marlene.

»Uummmmph! Nnnnngggg!«

»Hhrrrmmmm! Mmhhmm! Mph!«

Both protested as Marlene’s face was pressed between Lisa’s legs, but worse was to come: Abina fetched some oil, and she greased both the balloon of Marlene’s pump gag and Lisa’s cleft.

Lisa bucked as the balloon was pressed into her anus. Marlene’s nose now touched the strip of Lisa’s pubic hair, and as the girl reflexively clenched, she felt the balloon in her mouth expand a little.

»Oh my God, if she doesn’t stop fighting, I’ll choke!«

Abina secured the balloon in place with the crotch strap, pulling it so tight that Marlene could see the belt disappear between Lisa’s labia, and crush her clit. Again, the girl bucked, and again, the balloon got a little bit thicker.

Now, it was Silvana’s turn, and though she could only prolong her ordeal for a few seconds, she fought as her head was forced between Marlene’s thighs. She had been spared the inflatable gag, but there was a small ring at the middle of the leather panel covering her mouth, and Marlene’s crotch strap was threatened through that before it was buckled tight – so tight Marlene’s pubic hair was tickling her nostrils. Silvana had to sneeze, and when their captors laughed, she couldn’t help blushing all over, though this was the least of her concerns.

Indeed, Abina had a triangle in mind, and so, Lisa’s head was forced between her legs. Silvana couldn’t see anything but Marlene’s pubic area, and her friend’s thighs covered her ears, but she could feel what was going on: first, there were small, hot blows on her pubic mound and between her legs, as Lisa was panting heavily through her nose. This was accompanied by the small vibrations the blonde’s muffled screams caused.

Next, there was the humiliating procedure of one of the women greasing her butt before the rubber bulb was shoved inside her rear. It didn’t hurt, but it felt very, very irritating, and Silvana couldn’t help clenching her muscles.

Finally, the strap was pulled tight, and Silvana bucked as she felt the line of fire at her most sensitive parts, though she knew that this made her push her pelvis against Lisa’s face, and she screamed into Marlene’s crotch.

Not so much out of kindness, but to keep the game going on longer, Judith and Nabia let the air out of the pump gags, but then closed the valves, so the balloons would fill again if the girls moved too much.

»Now, as long as you lie still, this position may be a bit uncomfortable, but still tolerable! Well, as long as you lie still!«

Abina bent forward and brushed over Marlene’s naked flank. She responded by twitching, and the Black laughed. Then, Marlene heard her high heels on the tiles as she went for the storage room. She trembled from horrified anticipation as after a few moments, the clacking returned. Then, there was a buzzing sound. Marlene mewed with alarm, and again, Abina giggled:

»It’s not what you think, you naughty girl! That’s just an electric toothbrush! Can’t you feel it?«

She placed the oscillating brush on Marlene’s armpit and slowly moved it down to her hip, forcing the helpless woman to squirm and spasm, helplessly screaming into Lisa’s lap as she was convulsing with helpless laughter and forcing the others to join her moves.

At its end, the toothbrush had an eyelet, and now, Abina loosened the strap that went under Marlene’s armpit and threaded it through the ring before buckling the strap back in place. Now, the brush was dangling over Marlene’s exposed side. Abina switched it off and said:

»Now, you have two possibilities to play this game! First, you just do nothing! Then, I will switch on the brush again, and you will be forced to act! Imagine how long a single minute can become then!«

She switched on the brush and looked down on the squealing, twitching and squirming bundle of the three entangled girls, trying to catch breath. When the 60 seconds were over, all were panting heavily, and the moans of both Lisa and Marlene had become further muffled by the expansion of their gags, due to uncontrolled muscle spasms.

»Now, the other possibility is that you try to entertain yourselves, without my help! And, to show you that I am generous, the whole ordeal will be over once the first of you reaches the peak!«

One by one, she loosened the crotch straps a little, so the pain turned into an irritating throbbing, halfway between itching and being painful. Then, she once again laughed:

»Instead of ›Trick or Treat‹, we could call this game ›Tickle or Tease‹!«

***