Wrong Place, Right Time 10

The rules of Abina’s game were simple, but none of the girls moved. It would have been embarrassing to try to get some stimulation from their crotch straps if they had been tied separately, with their captors watching. Now, however, each movement of one’s pelvis meant rubbing it against a fellow captive’s face.

»Okay, it’s your choice how you use your scope for action!«

Abina yawned ostentatiously and then bent over Marlene. This time, she didn’t switch on the brush, but grabbed one of her ankles and then, she began to tickle her sole. She could see how the woman tried to fight her reflexes, but then, she burst out in muffled squeals, and she twitched and squirmed helplessly again.

Lisa, who felt the vibrations of Marlene’s screams between her legs, squeezed her thighs in a desperate attempt to prevent her co-captive from struggling. Reflexively, she also clenched her rear muscles, thus pumping air into Marlene’s gag. However, it had the opposite effect. With her gag growing in size, her nose trapped between Lisa’s legs, Marlene now couldn’t breathe, and she bucked and struggled even more, gasping and wheezing.

After about a minute, Abina stopped and looked at Marlene whose face had turned dark red. Her eyes were bulging, and she was obviously about to choke. So, she once again opened the valve, and watched as Marlene greedily sucked in air through her nose and let out a groan of relief.

»Do you really prefer suffocating between Lisa’s legs?«

Abina’s hand brushed up Marlene’s sweaty flank, causing another shiver, but then, she cupped one of her breasts. The Black’s other hand went to the tip of Marlene’s sheathed fingers, and she playfully tugged on the crotch strap. Silvana felt her slightly tightening and loosening it by pulling.

»Don’t you want to live another day, and be free from this position, Marlene? Just have some relaxation?«

»Uuhhmmmmm!«

Marlene tried to shake her head, and her moan expressed all the pain of her dilemma. And suddenly, Silvana made a decision:

»They always say to choose your battles – and I don’t want poor Marlene to die on that peculiar battlefield!«

So, she no longer fought it when Abina’s playing with the crotch strap pulled her face against Marlene’s crotch. Instead, she closed her eyes and pushed forward, massaging her friend’s pubic mound. Again, Marlene twitched and mewed, but Silvana just continued with her slow, tender moves, trying to signal to Marlene that it would be okay.

Between her legs, she could feel Lisa’s protests, but Silvana ignored it. The vibrations of the other’s moaning and screaming was irritating, and she was wriggling her head, but Silvana focussed on Marlene who now seemed to have relaxed a bit, for the pressure of her thighs against Silvana’s ears ceased.

Abina, having noticed what Silvana did, smiled and tried to adjust to both the blonde and the woman to her feet. So, whenever Marlene took a breath, she clawed her fingers into her breast, pinching her hardening nipple between two fingers, and she pulled the crotch strap tight. When Marlene gasped, she eased her grip and loosened the strap, and she could feel how Marlene reacted to what she was doing.

In fact, Marlene was more confused by what Silvana was doing. She could feel that the blonde was trying to help her to get over the brink. Marlene screamed »No!«, but at the same time, she felt a wave of love for Silvana run through her brain and heart. The girl not only had to do embarrassing things to her; if she succeeded, her reward would be Marlene climaxing into her face!

However, if she tried to persist, it would be worse. She could faint, maybe even suffocate. And so, Marlene more and more gave up her resistance, and she tried to let it happen.

Silvana shuddered when she flet the growing warmth at her face, and when she smelled Marlene’s growing arousal, but she forced herself to persist. After all, this was what this was all about! She had also found a way of using her chin and nose to make her massage a little more effective, and she could feel that Marlene wasn’t far from-

»Oouuhmmm! Mmhrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm!«

Marlene spasmed and the hot liquid spreading over Silvana’s face proved she wasn’t faking it. Silvana felt as relieved as Marlene once she relaxed her tension, and the three captives were only dimly aware that they were arranged otherwise: the crotch straps were loosened, and they were separated. The pumps were pulled from Silvana’s and Lisa’s rears, and the gags were replaced by the masks with the balls sewn into it. They still had the panties packed inside their oral cavities, and thus, in Silvana’s case, the nerf coat was removed from the rubber ball so the gag would fit.

Judith now produced three leather collars and buckled them around their necks. They had eyelets attached to them. Silvana had to lean back and her head was forced between Lisa’s legs, though this time, the back of her head rested on the other’s lap. The girl’s crotch strap was threaded through the eyelet of Silvana’s neck collar and then buckled tight. The same way, Lisa’s head was secured to Marlene’s lap, and finally, Silvana’s crotch strap was fastened, too.

»Now, you may relax until we return for you!«

Abina left, followed by the others, and the iron door fell shut behind them

***

As long as they were on the Autobahn, Hilmar had no problems in chasing Schmidt’s car. The tracking device had a radius of some half a mile, but he could see the car, and so, he could leave some two or three others between himself and the BMW.

The only problem was that it was a Saturday, and despite it being the Easter weekend, there wasn’t much traffic. So, Schmidt could drive fast, and whilst Hilmar’s Audi had no problems with the high speed, Marcus was falling more and more behind.

»No problem, I will keep you informed if he leaves the Autobahn!«, Hilmar told his friend via the phone. At least, the connection was stable.

As on keyword, Schmidt took the next exit. They had reached the hills of the Spessart, and here, interferences disturbed his connection to Marcus. Hilmar still told him the names of the streets or villages, but he had no guarantee that Marcus was getting the information.

In addition, the road was curvy, and Hilmar had to choose between following Schmidt so close he would become suspicious and losing him.

»Fuck!«

When Hilmar passed a curve, the road in front of him parted, and he could se no sign of the other car. And unlike in movies, there were no treacherous tire tracks.

Hilmar quickly tried to figure out which of the narrow roads looked more promising, and, with the signal getting weaker, he decided for the left way, simply because it was a sideway and he considered that they were approaching their final goal.

***

Annika had tried to block out her fears by concentrating on the removal of her gag. Tied into a ball and locked inside the suitcase, all she could do was rubbing her taped mouth against her knee. And finally, she had managed to peel off an edge. So, after some more effort, and by pushing against the balled up scarf with her tongue, she had finally managed to ungag herself. Panting, she now fought down the urge to scream.

She was still tied hand and foot, and if Schmidt heard her, he would just stop and regag her, maybe in a crueller way. And with her fingers taped, she saw no chance in freeing her limbs, too. So, she decided to wait: once the car stopped, she could perhaps listen if there was someone around, and then, she could try to alert someone.

»And if this is to no avail, there’s still Marcus!«

Annika cursed for the way she thought of the young man. How he had kissed her forehead, how he had fixed the device at her bra. Though she had always considered herself as a strong, independent Policewoman, she somehow liked the idea of getting rescued by him.

She knew that there was still Silvana, and Annika wanted the girl to get out of her ordeal well and alive, but at the same time, she also saw a rival in her.

***

The old asylum offered two functioning showers, separated by the corridor, and so, each sex had gotten one to refresh themselves. Ben had been second after Karl, and he had noticed that the Arab had also chosen rather cold water.

»What am I doing? I mean, I am no saint, but working together with this man-«

He towelled and redressed, seeing that Karl was waiting for him in the changing room. He pointed over his shoulder, at the corridor.

»They don’t seem to trust us! The tall one’s out there, guarding the entrance of the girls’  shower room!«

He stepped outside, ostentatiously showing his pack of cigarettes to Nabia who was leaning against the wall, and, followed by Ben, he entered the garden. Then, he said:

»Time for a decision!«

Ben frowned, and then, he tried to sound cool:

»Decision? So, you no longer want to return to your – old business?«

Karl grinned wolfishly and inhaled before he answered:

»Oh, I think that White Slavery still has a future – but if we want to enjoy the fruits of our work, we should prioritize safety over profit!«

What Karl said next was of a simple logic: the two of them would not be able to keep more than two girls under control once they had left the asylum and were on the road. Ben nodded.

»So, it will be the two blondes!«

»Exactly! The only problem is – will our hosts agree with us only taking these two, and leaving the rest behind? After all, they don’t have much use for them either. However, there’s another point: according to the plan of your old employer, the Hartensteins shall return once they have been – persuaded to sign whatever is handed to them. I am afraid they will insist on keeping Martina and Lisa, maybe Emma as well, whilst we shall take Silvana and Marlene with us.«

Ben cleared his throat and replied that this would also fit their plan: getting away with just two of the captives. Karl shook his head.

»You may have been occupied by the brunette nurse, but Lisa’s a young blonde, with legs like a gazelle, and tits that defy gravity – in other words, we are talking about a difference of some 300 Grand! Anyway, I will now go for a little walk!«

Karl abruptly turned around and walked towards the front of the house. Before ben could ask what was wrong, he could hear the sound of steps coming from behind him. It was Judith, her hair still damp from her shower. With a smile, she asked him for a cigarette.

»Actually, I only smoke after I had sex – but I think the show in the cellar counts, too!«

Ben chuckled, both fascinated and angry, the latter because Judith’s provocation caused a tingle in his loins, an effect she sure had planned. He held the pack up and replied:

»Maybe, you should stay with your habits and only have it afterwards!«

Judith reached for his hand, stepping so close her breasts touched his chest.

»You mean, the little show downstairs just stoked the oven, and you have to stick in a new log to keep the fire burning?«, she breathed with a hoarse voice, and Ben didn’t refuse as she led him inside, towards her room.

***

»We have to talk!«

Abina, who had tried to put her impressions of the last hours into something like a research report, twitched when she heard the voice from behind, but relaxed immediately after: the woman had spoken Akan, a Ghanan idiom, telling her it was Nabia. Nabia was fluent in English, but preferred the African language, for it allowed them secret conversations in plain sight.

»You mean, about how my – practical research turned into something I haven’t found words for?«

Nabia shrugged.

»I am a soldier, but I can see that some of the things you experienced might come useful in interrogations, too. And my job is to make sure that you improve your skills, so Uncle Kofi won’t invest in you without a reason.«

She wasn’t related to Uncle Kofi, but her rank and position was high enough she could use the cordial term. Abina sighed. She could tell herself again and again that she was just doing some research, but in fact, she was training to become a skilled torturer for Uncle Kofi. Then, she noticed something she had hardly seen on Nabia: the tall woman seemed to search for the right words.

»You know, these men, at least the Arab – they are slavers.«

This wasn’t a reveal, but it also wasn’t an accusation. When it came to discussing slavery, most people considered Whites to be the perpetrators, and Blacks to be the victims. The truth, however, was a bit more complex, as slavery had existed in Africa before, and some tribes had participated in the trade for centuries – among them the Ashanti, to which Nabia belonged.

»Well, the alternatives for Marlene and Silvana would be even worse!«, Abina replied with a drawling voice, and Nabia nodded.

»Yeah, if they get sold to some rich guys, they might be treated like Princesses – and Ben and Karl will get a Royal payment!«

»What are you getting to?«, Abina asked, and Nabia smiled enigmatically.

»I am not informed about the latest – market developments, but I am sure that these two will make them a quarter of a million! A lot of money, compared to what we get!«

Now, Abina stared at the tall woman.

»What are you implying? Shall we become something like mutual partners of these men?«

She didn’t sound as upset as she had intended when she had begun the sentence, for the sum Nabia had named had made her brain work fast: it would be enough money to pay her debts to Uncle Kofi, and start a new life somewhere where he would not be able to find her. A glimpse of hope was showing at the horizon.

»I am thinking of a career change. Loyalty is a good thing, but it’s even more appealing to become powerful yourself. And with some extra money, I could do some steps towards that. So, what do you think, Abina?«

Abina noticed that she didn’t call her »Doctor«, as usual. Obviously, Nabia wanted to express that they would soon be partners.

»Well, there’s the two men who will sure not be excited, then, there’s Schmidt, Judith, and of course, Uncle Kofi!«

By counting those who might oppose Nabia’s plan, Abina had sounded as if she expected her potential partner to offer a solution, and Nabia didn’t disappoint her:

»Uncle Kofi might be one of the mightiest men in Ghana, but he has no time to hold a grudge for very long. If you pay him what you ow him, you won’t have to hide for more than a year or so. And Schmidt – well, he wants us to make Martina Hartenstein to sign whatever he tells her. And sign she will, if she we still have her daughter!«

Now, Abina rose from her chair.

»Have her daughter? But-«

In a gentle gesture, Nabia placed her index finger on Abina’s lips.

»At least, that’s what she will think. And when she has figured out that her daughter’s ended up in some Saudi Arabian harem, it will be too late for her to do anything against Schmidt and his employer. Besides, we won’t be around then either!«

Abina had noticed before that Nabia only hid behind the mask of the dim-witted bodyguard. She quickly understood what this meant:

»So – you want to sell Lisa, too?«

Nabia nodded, showing a sardonic smile.

»And Emma, of course. Blondes sell well, and Martina will find a new secretary!«

Abina took a deep breath, whilst Nabia continued:

»Judith – well, you might have noticed that she’s not that interested in the scientific part of her work. She just likes to dominate her captives, and she will be able to continue doing so if she follows our plan. So, I think she’s in – and if I guessed right from the sounds coming from her room, Ben will do whatever she says!«

She chuckled, and now, Abina smiled, too. Then, she became serious again:

»What about Karl? I hope you are not intending to make me persuade him the way Judith is doing to Ben!«

Now, Nabia laughed.

»No, I am afraid he’s too much into Silvana – and the money. However, he might be reasonable enough to listen to other ways of persuasion!«

She patted the submachine gun still hanging from her shoulder.

***

Karl had looked after Ben and Judith when they had re-entered the building, but he had seen no point in following them. He knew what they would do, and he had more than satisfied his voyeuristic needs already. In addition, he wanted his partner to be happy. Karl wasn’t sure whether he would continue the cooperation after they had managed to change the two blondes into two bags of money, but he knew that more important than money was building networks. So, even if he would never again work with Ben, he could perhaps get him into contact with some of his former accomplices, allowing Karl to further operate in Germany.

His thoughts about how to increase his business were interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. He reached for his gun and hid behind a bush, watching the yard in front of the closed grid door. Little later, a black BMW stopped and a blonde man got out of it.

Karl frowned. He had used the time when they had driven here to check the homepage of Hartenstein & Pfister, and this man was one of those ranking high enough to be portrayed. Karl was sure that he either was Ben’s employer, or one of his henchmen.

The man now tested the door lock and then obviously was looking for a bell. Karl decided that he was no danger, and he stepped out of his cover, the gun visible in his belt.

»May I help you, Sir?«

He faked a slight accent, so the man would just consider him an ordinary guard. He frowned and asked:

»Where’s Ben? I need to talk to him, but it seems that the network isn’t working here in the wilderness!«

»I am afraid Ben’s occupied – but I am his partner, and we don’t have any secrets from each other. So, maybe, I can help you?«

The man looked over his shoulder, as if he wanted to make sure they were alone. Lowering his voice, he then said:

»I’ve got something that has to disappear – forever!«

From the inside pocket of his jacket, he produced an envelope that looked as if it was well filled with banknotes. Karl reached out through the grid, but the man hesitated.

»Who tells me I can trust you?«

»Nobody but me. However, do you have another choice – I mean, except for driving back, taking your – excess baggage with you?«

His opponent was no stranger to hard negotiations, and so, he just scoffed and handed him the envelope. Karl counted the 5000 Euro whilst the man heaved a large suitcase from his trunk. When he dumped it onto the ground, Karl heard an ache from inside.

»Something, eh – or rather someone?«

»Just open the door!«, the man hissed, and Karl slowly obeyed. He opened the door just enough for the suitcase to be pushed inside, but before the man could leave, Karl grabbed his arm. He wasn’t especially brutal, but he showed the other that he was the stronger.

»Now, I am sure you not only want me to take care of your – baggage, but also to forget about the number of your license plate. So, you might agree that 5 Grand isn’t that much!«

Schmidt glanced at him.

»If you want more, you have to give me your bank account, I don’t have more in cash with me!«

Karl nodded, but didn’t let the man go.

»Oh, I am not haggling for a few hundred more. No, I want to know more about your – problem!«

Again, Schmidt hesitated, obviously trying not to show that Karl’s grip hurt him. Then, he hissed:

»She’s a Policewoman who has been too nosey!«

Karl raised an eyebrow.

»A cop? Those have the unpleasant habit of appearing in packs!«

Now, the other man seemed to relax a bit.

»Oh, I checked on that! Once I had her in my custody, I called the department under a pretext – and they told me that Kommissarin Annika Gruber won’t be back on her desk until Tuesday. So, it seems that she was doing some – unpaid extra work!«

Karl wasn’t sure if that was true, but he had no possibility to check on that, and so, he let Schmidt go, grinning as the man rubbed his arm and stumbled back to his car. Once he had turned and driven off, Karl looked at the suitcase  and then to the asylum. Most likely, they hadn’t seen him yet.

»Now, let’s find out whether you are worth 5 Grand!«

***

Hilmar had felt a mixture of relief and excitement when the signal returned after he had followed the road for a while. He concentrated on the regular »PING!«, and so, he didn’t look at the street too much. It was now rather a gravel lane, just wide enough for one car at once. Now, however, he noticed the car in front of him. Hilmar hadn’t been speeding, but the other car did, and reflexively, he steered to the right.

»Fuck!«

The two cars just collided at their mirrors that ended up in splinters, but the real problem was that on Hilmar’s right side, the hill went down very steep, and his brakes didn’t work good enough on the loose gravel. Again, Hilmar cursed when suddenly, the trees seemed to dance in front of his eyes as the car rolled down the hill.

***

Schmidt had managed to keep control over his car, and he didn’t stop for the black Audi that seemed to have come off the road. Maybe, it had been Ben, but he would have to live with the fact that he had to pay his extra money for a car repair. After all, he would not be able to sue him.

Only when he had reached the asphalted road again, Schmidt slowed down and forced himself to stick to the speed limit. With his mirror broken, there was no need for him to raise the attention of the Police.

»At least, I am now rid of this cop! And once Ben calls me, telling me that Martina Hartenstein’s ready to sign the documents, this will be nothing but a filthy memory. Just a bone of the skeleton in the cupboard, so to say!«

He turned on the radio and with every mile he brought between himself and the abandoned asylum, he relaxed a bit more.

***

Marcus had given up calling Hilmar, and he just tried to follow the last hint his friend had been able to give him. He had passed a small village and now, he had to decide which one of two roads he had to follow, when suddenly, a black BMW passed him. Quickly, he looked after it, only able to read the license plate. It had been Schmidt’s car.

His first urge was to turn around and try to follow the BMW, but then, he thought of something else: Hilmar had been close behind the BMW – and now, there was no black Audi behind it! He once again tried to phone Hilmar, but still, he had no net access.

»Fuck!«

Slowly, he drove towards the direction from which the BMW had come, until he reached a bifurcation. Marcus stopped.

»Now, a sign would be nice!«

For a moment, he thought of flipping a coin, but then, he noticed someone come from the forest on the right way. It was Hilmar, walking on foot, and obviously limping slightly. Marcus flashed the headlight, and Hilmar stumbled towards his car.

»What happened? I saw Schmidt, and-«

»Well, I also saw him – and our cars also touched! And now, mine is lying five yards below the lane – on its roof!«

Luckily, Hilmar hadn’t been harmed, instead for a light injury on his ankle and a few bruises. In addition, he still had the gun – and his phone, with the tracking app on it. As he turned it on, there was a faint »PING!«.

»So, Annika’s within a radius of half a mile! Maybe, we should leave your car here and see where Schmidt has brought her!«

***

Both Judith and Ben had been too hungry to bother things like foreplay, or even taking off more clothes than necessary. They hadn’t even found their way to Judith’s bed, but instead, he had taken her on the plate of her desk. Nevertheless, it had been a way to ease quite some pressure, and instead of enjoying their cigarette afterwards, they had both dozed off.

Now, Judith opened her eyes, needing a few moments to find out where she was. Beside her, Ben came to life, too, grinning.

»When I was young and didn’t know better, I thought that quickies are unsatisfying!«

Judith cocked her head.

»They are – next time, I demand you to take at least three minutes to please me!«

Ben chuckled and got his pants back on.

»If there is a next time! After all, Abina wants us to leave asap, and I am afraid Karl also doesn’t want to extent his stay here!«

»I thought you two are partners, and now, you sound as if he’s your boss!«

Ben’s expression hardened, and she kissed him before she asked:

»By the way – are you really intending to – sell these two?«

She sounded rather fascinated than appalled. Ben didn’t specify on the fact that Karl did have other two in mind than the woman beside him, and he nodded. Judith leaned forward towards him, and her green eyes suddenly sparkled.

»So, you will do more or less what Abina and I did – do some coercion on those helpless, naked, beautiful women?«

Again, her voice had become hoarse, and she made her words sound as if she was describing her favourite sexual practice. Which, somehow, was the case. Ben felt a tingle in his loins. He knew that he should tell her that Karl would never accept her as an additional partner, but he didn’t want to sound as if he was just dancing after Karl’s fiddle.

»Well, we could maybe need an expert on our side – someone who knows bet where the hidden weaknesses of a woman can be found. But now, I think we should show up and act as a team, as long as we are one group!«

When they stepped into the garden, Abina and Nabia were also there, standing together and obviously talking in their native tongue. Abina looked at them, ignored the signs of postcoital disarray on Judith, and asked Ben:

»Where’s Karl? I thought he was with you?«

»I am not into threesomes, at least not with a male majority!«

Karl strolled towards them, coming from behind the house. Abina frowned.

»Where have you been? Marking the area?«

Karl grinned and replied:

»I just looked after our car. Maybe, one of us should get the tank filled as long as there are no extra passengers in the trunk!«

Ben knew that the car was okay, and he was sure that Karl was lying, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, and in addition, this wasn’t something to ask his partner about when all the others were present. After all, they would have to talk under four eyes later on anyway, he thought, looking at Judith standing beside him.

Karl let his eyes wander over Judith just long enough she slightly blushed and took care of an odd button on her nurse’s outfit. Ben offered him a cigarette, and he took it. When he did so, Ben noticed a scratch on the back of his hand that hadn’t been there before.

»Where has he been?«, he thought, and it took him all of his self-control to keep up a neutral expression when he lit Karl’s cigarette.

»Maybe, we should see after our guests now!«, Abina said.

***