Wrong Place, Right Time 11

Exhaustion, fear and embarrassment – three good reasons Marlene would have preferred to hide in a corner, sling her arms around her legs and to block out the horrors of reality. However, she was denied all that, only able to close her eyes to escape from her current predicament.

With her arms still trapped inside the leather sheath, she felt uncomfortable lying on her back or rather her arms, her thrust out boobs pointing at the ceiling. However, with Lisa’s head tied between her legs, she could not turn to her side, and the constant wriggling and squirming of the girl reminded Marlene of her presence. The blonde’s hair grinded over her pubic area and lower stomach, and Marlene knew all too well that Lisa just tried to avoid closer contact with her still wet middle. The memory of how she had climaxed – with Silvana’s face trapped between her legs! – turned Marlene’s cheeks aflame, and she hoped that Silvana could ever forgive her.

Lisa of course had the most uncomfortable position of the row of damsels, being in the middle between Marlene and Silvana. At least, Marlene could rest her head on the floor, and Silvana didn’t have to feel another woman’s presence at her loins. In addition, Lisa had no further experience with such situations, and in addition to her endless squirming, she was moaning and panting. Marlene had searched eye contact with her, but Lisa had just stared daggers at her, obviously blaming her for having let herself go.

Close to them, Martina was obviously also coping with similar problems, fighting to keep on her wobbly legs, and needing the support of Emma who was forced to outbalance her companion with her hands tied to the other’s crotch. So, none of the five damsels could get much relief from the fact their captors had given them a break.

And yet, they knew that when the door would open again, new horrors would follow, and perhaps, they would refer to their current plight as the lesser of two evils.

***

»When I was in the garden«, Karl started once they had re-entered the building, »I found a spot where I had access to the network, and therefore could contact one of my – business partners. I would have talked to you first«, he said with a look at Ben, »but it seemed you were – occupied, and in addition, the others should know, too. So, we have to make a few decisions!«

Ben oppressed a gulp. He knew that Karl’s plans were different from those of the two Blacks, and also, there was Judith. Abina exchanged a look with Nabia before Karl continued.

»First, I think we should not stay here for too much longer, and so, I think we will leave by dusk – together with the damsels, of course!«

Now, the others frowned because of his sudden haste. Karl showed an almost apologetic smile and added:

»I don’t know whether the Police is on our tracks, but if so, the worst we can do is to sit and wait for them to come by!«

This caused some unruliness by Abina and Judith, whilst Ben now allowed himself to swallow some saliva. He had some experience with shaking off the cops, but obviously, the women were new in the crime business. It seemed that they had considered their hideout to be save enough, but it was always just a matter of time until a steady place would be detected.

»In addition, we are lacking in mobility. We only have one car – ours. So, once we have left, you’ll be sitting ducks!«

Karl fell silent, allowing his words to sink in. After a short, whispered conversation with Nabia, Abina asked:

»So, what do you suggest?«

»Well, getting a second car, of course. Luckily, I have some pocket money left, not too much, but it should get us something that won’t break down after just a few miles!«

From his back pocket, Karl produced an envelope, showing it was filled with banknotes. Ben frowned. Why hadn’t Karl spoken to him before?

»Today’s Saturday, and so, it might be a bit difficult to get a sufficient car. However, I am sure that Ben might be able to get us what we want, since we aren’t too far from Frankfurt, and he sure is good in organizing something.«

He looked at Ben, who, after some hesitating, nodded. There was a grey market for cars in each bigger city, and for an extra Grand, the paperwork would also not be a problem. Karl handed him the envelope, and whilst Ben counted the money, he continued:

»Of course, one of you will have to accompany him, for Ben can’t get back here with two cars! So, whom of the two you can live without for a few hours?«

His eyes landed on Judith who stood beside Ben, but Abina stepped forward.

»Why aren’t you going with him?«

»Because we are not friends, but allies by necessity! In other words, I don’t trust you! And so, I insist on staying here with you!«

For a few seconds, he and Abina stared at each other, and finally, the Black lowered her head. Then, after another whispered conversation, she said:

»Judith, you’ll go!«

It seemed the best solution to her: Abina had not been unaware that the nurse and Ben seemed attracted to each other, but that was no real problem. She considered Karl the more dangerous one, and so, she wanted to have Nabia as a backup, who seemed able to easily defeat any opponent. Karl nodded, and he just said towards Ben:

»Just get nothing too small – we will have some excess baggage!«

A few minutes later, the car left, with Ben and Judith in it. Nabia closed the grid door behind them, and then, they went back inside.

***

Close to the wall, the garden had a small shed that was half filled with old gardening tools. Here, Annika was crouching behind the blinded window, peeking at the group of people now entering the main building.

The Arab had pulled the suitcase over the gravel path and inside the shed before he had opened the lid. Before Annika had been able to scream or say something, he had clamped her mouth shut, and then, he had spoken, his voice now showing no accent at all:

»Listen, we have to play this game a little longer! Was the man who brought you here right about you being a Policewoman?«

Annika had oppressed the urge to shake off his hand and had nodded. Now, the man had grinned and continued to whisper:

»That’s good, for I could need a little help here! Are you expecting any backup?«

Still, he hadn’t said anything about who he was, and so, Annika had shaken her head. The man’s eyes had wandered down a little, and though she was tied into a ball, Annika was aware that her blouse had been ripped open. To her dismay, the man now pushed his free hand between her bent legs and her upper body, reaching between her breasts.

»Mhhmph! Nnngg!«

Instead of groping her, he just plucked something from her bra, and Annika shuddered when he held the small pin to her eyes. The detecting device that was a toy rather than a serious spy’s equipment had a small red light on it. When he had tied her up, Schmidt hadn’t noticed it, but in the dimly lit shed, Karl had recognized the small red glow. Now, he looked at the small device and Annika felt suddenly very helpless and vulnerable. Then, the man smiled, and though it didn’t reach his eyes, his voice became friendly:

»Look, I can’t tell you right now who I am, but we are fighting the same enemy! So, do you want to help me to bring down those who abducted Martina and Lisa Hartenstein?«

Still, he had kept his hand over her mouth, only allowing her to nod. He then removed his hand, and Annika looked at him. He was a Turk or Arab, but his German had no accent. Of course, he could just have foreign ancestors, and his behaviour indicated he was some secret agent or something like that. Though she was still tied hand and foot, Annika relaxed a bit: an agent was a far better ally than her two amateur friends.

He had then freed her, whilst revealing his plan to her. It was daring, but Annika saw some hope in it; hope to not only free the damsels, but also to present herself as their rescuer, showing Marcus and Hilmar that she was not just the helpless damsel to be rescued by them.

***

»What the-«

Marcus hid behind a big tree, pulling Hilmar with him, when he heard the approaching car. A few seconds later, he could see a plain Volkswagen drive by, with two persons sitting in it. Hilmar raised his gun, but, looking at the display in his hand, he then shook his head. Whoever these two were, and wherever they were heading to, Annika was not inside the car.

Avoiding the road, they approached a building surrounded by a brick wall. It seemed to be some four yards high.

»Now, how about your climbing skills?«

»The more important thing is what is expecting us on the other side!«

At least, they knew that two of their opponents had left, but how many were still behind this wall? Hilmar looked at the display and frowned. The signal was stronger, indicating that Annika was less than 100 yards away, but it also led away from the walled building.

Carefully, the gun in his hand, he followed the signal, whilst Marcus, who had grabbed a thick stick, was watching his back. So, they approached an oak tree. As ridiculous as it sounded, according to the signal, Annika was a few yards above their heads.

»Annie? Annika?«, Marcus asked in a lowered tone, whilst they tried to peek through the foliage. The two men exchanged a puzzled look. If Annika was hiding up there, why wasn’t she answering? But on the other hand, why should her kidnappers have brought her up a tree?

Marcus shooed away the dreadful image of Annika dangling from a noose around her neck, and he leaned the stick against the trunk.

»Get me the phone!«

Hilmar, obviously glad that Marcus did the climbing, did as he asked, and Marcus then climbed up the tree. It was a strenuous task, and with every yard, he was on the one hand relieved that Annika had not been hanged there. However, she wasn’t there alive either, and yet, the signal now told him that she was within touching distance.

He climbed up another yard, close to a point where the branches became too thin to carry his weight. Here, he suddenly noticed a small red glow, and when he looked up, he had to oppress a laugh at the coincidence.

»Fucking hell!«

It was a bird’s nest, obviously that of a magpie, according to the collection of tin foil, beer caps and other glistering things in it. On top, he noticed the small detecting device. He cursed – and then, he heard a sound come from his side, and something painfully hit his ear.

»Fuuck!«

Marcus managed to grab a branch and to stop his fall whilst the magpie circled around him, complaining about the intruder. His ear hurt from where the beak had hit him, and he suffered from another bruise, but Marcus managed to climb down, reporting to Hilmar what he had found out.

It was hardly good news. Not only did it indicate that someone had found out about the tracking device, but in addition, Marcus had dropped the phone that had now broken, leaving them with only his own to call for help. Unfortunately, he had left his phone in the car.

»Seems that we have to rely on ourselves! Well, we have some experience in being the heroes of the day!«

Carefully, they went back to the wall.

***

The humming and mewing of five gagged damsels greeted Karl and the two Blacks as they entered the cellar room. Nabia leaned beside the door, her submachine gun beside her, whilst Abina and Karl stepped into the middle of the room. Here, Abina took a deep breath. Karl had made a proposal that had shown his perfidy, but that had also sounded intriguing.

»In a few hours, it will be time for some of you to go on a journey! But before, we will take care of your well-being!«

Now, Marlene and Silvana mewed anxiously, knowing that the »journey« was meant for them, and it would be no fun cruise. However, the first to be released was Emma. On wobbly legs, she staggered away from Martina, still gagged and held by Karl. He led her to another gridded opening in the floor, stepped behind her and cupped the girl’s breasts, ignoring her moans and the weak fluttering of her arms.

»Relieve yourself!«, he ordered and forced Emma to crouch. Blushing, the girl obeyed, and once she was finished, Karl removed her gag, allowing her to get to the tap and drink some water. Next was Martina, who, after her forced orgasm, was desperate to pee. She and Emma stood close, but avoided looking at each other.

The next were Marlene and Silvana, who endured the humiliation and then stood there, hugging each other, when it was Lisa’s turn to relieve herself. In her case, the girl fought a dire battle between her dignity and her needs, but finally, all five captives were lined up side by side, some even too groggy to cover their bareness.

»Now, Martina and Silvana, step forward!«

Reluctantly, both obeyed, and Abina continued:

»As you may have guessed, Karl insists on you, Silvana, to join him, and you, Martina, have to sign a few papers and therefore can’t go on any journeys. However, whilst you are constants, the other three are variables!«

She let her words sink in, noticing something in the eyes of her captives: together with fear, there was also a glimpse of hope.

»If Karl and Ben leave with all four others, it will be just you, Martina – unable to tell where her daughter has gone, or how-«

A gasp from Lisa interrupted Abina’s speech, and when Martina desperately looked after her daughter, Abina smiled before she said:

»On the other hand, I could also live with a scenario where only Silvana ends up in some Arabian harem, and you become the puppet of your former co-CEO, whilst the other three continue their old lives. However, this is up to you. So, Martina, are you ready to play a game, for the freedom of your beloved daughter?«

Martina took a deep breath, and then, she nodded. Silvana also agreed to play for Marlene, though both knew that the competition would not be a game of chess. Abina now looked at Emma and, with a sardonic smile, she added:

»Don’t worry, you will get your chance, too!«

She then turned her attention towards Silvana and Martina again.

»Now, you two may play ›rock-paper-scissors‹ who begins, or I will decide. The other one will just have to wait a bit!«

Martina stepped forward, trying to look as determined as her nudity allowed her. Abina nodded, and Karl now took a clipboard and a pen. Abina explained:

»Now, if you want your daughter to suffer from nothing more than a few bad memories, all you have to do is tying her up! You’ll find all you might need in the storage room!«

Martina exchanged a look with Lisa who tried to stay calm. After all, getting tied up was something she had experienced before, and being restrained by her mother couldn’t be worse.

»Of course«, Abina continued, »it won’t be just you tying her wrists and the game is over! Instead, you will have to be convincing in three categories. The first will be, you can guess, tightness and inescapability!«

If Martina had hoped she would be allowed to be lenient on her daughter, this hope now had gone. Abina added:

»Second category is humiliation! The more Lisa will feel embarrassed by what you do to her, the better in the long range! After all, you have to reach 100 points!«

The two just stared at Abina who now explained the third and last rule:

»Finally, since this is also about you, you’ll have to arrange Lisa in a way you consider the hardest for you, for we will tie you up the same way later. And if we are not convinced – well, Lisa will only be set free once you have signed everything!«

Now, Abina leaned against the wall, beside Nabia, and Karl took over.

»Just for one last thing, Martina! The Inquisition had the idea of ›showing the instruments‹ before the actual torture, and I always liked that. So, before you do something to your daughter, you’ll explain what you are planning – and why! Now, may the games begin! You have got 30 minutes – and, if you need some help, you may ask Emma!«

He now leaned against the opposite wall, the clipboard in his hand. Martina looked around, then rushed into the storage room from which she returned some minute later with a few coils of rope and a roll of duct tape.

»I-I will start by tying Lisa’s wrists behind her back, palm to palm!«

The girl didn’t fight when her mother brought her arms behind her back, though she now could no longer hide her nude front. Martina tied her wrists with duct tape before she took a pair of scissors and cut some of the rope.

»I first used the tape, so I can pull the ropes tighter without cutting her circulation! Afterwards, I will use another layer of tape, so the knots are well hidden!«

Karl nodded approvingly, and Martina did what she had announced. The way Lisa gasped and squeezed her eyes showed that she was indeed pulling the rope tight before knotting it off. Martina continued by tying Lisa’s thumbs with a zip tie before encasing her fingers with more tape. Then, she cut a second rope and tied it around the girl’s right elbow.

»Now, I will tie her elbows – which will not only render her even more helpless but will also force her to thrust out her boobs!«

»Mom!«, Lisa gasped, but Martina slung the rope around Lisa’s left elbow and pulled. Lisa now bucked and wriggled, and so, Martina asked Emma for help. Together, they were able to tie Lisa’s elbows, making the joints meet. Lisa ached, staring at her mother with disbelief.

»I am doing this for you!«, Martina whispered, kissing her daughter’s cheek before leading her towards the revolving chair. Lisa had to sit down, and Martina put her arms over the backrest. With another cord, she then fixed her wrists to the central post, so the girl had to sit upright, and the edge of the backrest dug into her armpits.

Martina now secured Lisa’s upper body with the straps attached to the backrest, one went over her waist, the other one just below her breasts. Then, Emma had to help once more, as they bent the girl’s legs over the armrests and tied her knees off to it. Karl stepped closer and examined the bondage, staring down at Lisa’s thrust out breasts and her exposed crotch until the girl blushed all over, and her chest heaved from anger and embarrassment.

»Okay, I can give you 20 points for tightness and inescapability, but even with the elbow tie and her not being able to close her thighs, that’s just another five. Also, the bondage is quite generic so far – up to now, you have reached 28 points, Martina! So, you might put all your skill into the gag!«

Martina groaned. It had cost her quite some willpower to restrain Lisa that way, and now, it had only brought her little more than a quarter of the acquired points! She took a deep breath; then, she went for the pile of discarded panties that had gagged them before. Lisa saw this and screamed, flailing her unbound lower legs.

»No, Mom, please, not one of those, I-«

»Emma! Silence her!«

Martina sounded shrill, but Emma obeyed, pressing both her hands over Lisa’s mouth. Martina now searched the still damp garments. Finally, she selected three items and returned for the moaning and writhing Lisa, balling up a white pair of panties.

»I – I am using Marlene’s panties to gag her!«

»Mmhrrrmmm! Nnnnngggg!«

»Why those?«, Karl asked, his calm and polite voice contrasting with Lisa’s panic. Martina avoided looking at her daughter, and, trying to buy a few extra points, she began:

»They are the biggest pair, and they – they smell!«

Karl looked over to Marlene who couldn’t help that her cheeks reddened. Then, he asked, seemingly just being curious:

»Smell? Of what?«

Karl enjoyed how Marlene cringed as Martina counted:

»Sweat, some too sweet perfume – and her – her womanhood!«

»Ahh, I see! So, if I will grant you three extra points, you’d not mind turning them inside out before stuffing them into Lisa’s mouth?«

Again, Martina groaned, but she did as she had been told. Then, Emma withdrew her hands from Lisa’s mouth, but grabbed her scalp to steady her head.

»No, Mom, no, pleeaaauuhhmmph!«

Martina forced herself to press the sodden garment on Lisa’s lips. The girl clenched her teeth, but Martina pinched her nose shut, and so, she had to gasp, allowing her mother to force the panties as deep into her oral cavity as possible. Lisa had a smaller mouth than Silvana, and so, her cheeks ballooned, and her moans grew faint and throaty.

»Sorry, Dear«, Martina whispered. She had tears in her eyes, but she forced herself to continue with the terrible procedure:

»Now, I will secure the gag with Emma’s pantyhose, so Lisa will have the taste of another crotch on her lips and also just below her nose!«

She wound the legs twice around Lisa’s head, pulling hard on the Nylon, before she tied the ends off over her mouth. Then, Martina reached for the panties of Silvana that had gagged Marlene before, pulling them over the girl’s head. She gathered the cloth at her nape and secured it with a zip tie, so the material clung to Lisa’s face, before she wound some ten rounds of tape over her mouth and around her head. Finally, she used the final strap to fix her head to the backrest. Martina avoided looking at her daughter, but she caressed her shoulder whilst she panted as if she had just run a marathon. Karl once again inspected the bondage.

»All right, the gag looks quite humiliating, with all these panties and that – but is it efficient, too? Why don’t you find out, Martina?«

He whispered something into Martina’s ear. She shook her head and wanted to protest, but Karl just shrugged.

»It’s five more points if you do it instead of me – your choice!«

Martina once again apologized to her daughter. Then, she pinched her nipples.

»Mhrrrmmmm!«

Lisa reared up the little her bondage allowed, but her scream was indeed very muffled. Karl nodded, and then, he said:

»Maybe, you want to rub away the pain whilst I count the points?«

Reluctantly, Martina massaged Lisa’s hurting nipple whilst Karl began to calculate:

»Convincing – humiliating – and rendering her even more helpless! So, together with the 28 points you already gained, it’s now – 68 points!«

Martina let out a scream of sheer frustration. Still, she wasn’t even close to 100! Karl patted her shoulder and meant:

»You really performed well – but still, I don’t see how this will be more useful on you than on any other captive! I still need some – personal touch! BTW, you only have four minutes left!«

Now, Emma bent towards Martina and whispered something into her ear. Martina’s eyes widened, and she looked at her helpless daughter. Then, she reached for the scissors and cut a long piece of the thin rope. She then doubled it and put it around Lisa’s waist, forming a tight belt. Lisa groaned as she then brought the dangling ropes behind her back, a groan that increased and was accompanied by more flailing of her calves as Martina threaded the ends between her legs and then pushed them through the waist rope.

Above the chair, an eyelet was fixed at the ceiling, and Martina now brought the rope ends through it. Twice, she yanked hard, ignoring her daughter’s muffled cries, until the crotch rope had disappeared between Lisa’s labia. With the help of Emma, Martina then tied the ends off to the girl’s big toes, forcing her to keep her feet upright and her legs stretched. Martina panted, and her voice sounded a bit shrill  as she now reported to Karl:

»As you can see – her soles are now – easily available! Unlike my daughter – I am very ticklish! So, with a simple feather – you can break my resistance before long!«

Karl looked at her for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Then, his lips formed a cold smile as he looked at Martina.

»Excellent! And you still have 80 seconds left! Ah, come on, don’t let us be stingy! Add a pair of clamps to her nipples, and you’ll get 100!«

Martina obeyed, but having done so, she sank to the ground, sobbing. Emma put her arm around her, and she didn’t push her secretary away. Meanwhile, Karl looked at the remaining panties. Now, there were just Martina’s panties, plus the ones that had once belonged to Emma. He guessed that those would be just enough for gagging Marlene.

»Now, Silvie, try to get your 100 points!«

***

Annika checked her wristwatch. It was now some 50 minutes since the man had left her. His order had been for her to wait for one hour before she would enter the house and get to the cellar. And since he had been very insisting on that point, Annika forced herself not to follow her impatience and rush for the building.

»I will have to play my role, so, if you see or hear me doing something that sounds as if I am the worst criminal since Jack the Ripper, just ignore it! Just concentrate on our opponents, for you will only have one shot!«

She looked at the small pipe he had given to her. It looked like a straw, and was not longer than her palm. In it was a small dart, and he had told her that she should use it if she was sure that she would hit her target.

»It’s a strong narcotic, but it will need a few seconds to work! So, hide somewhere, then fire your shot once the enemy’s close, and then hope for the best!«

Annika had done some Martial Arts training and was sure that she could fight off an attacker. However, she was also feeling a bit nervous. The man had told her that once she would hear the car leave, there would be just two women left, both black. He would try to lure one of them to the corridor, so Annika could knock her out.

»If it’s one about your height, wearing a white lab coat, I am quite sure you’ll have no problems with her! But if it’s the tall one, she might be a tough nut! Just try your best, and by the evening, we will be the heroes of the day!«

The man hadn’t seemed convincing somehow, as if he was playing some game with her. However, if he had been one of the kidnappers, he would have just left her inside the suitcase, or even killed her. So, she had no choice but to trust him.

Annika took off the high heels that would not be helpful on the uneven ground  and sneaked out of the shed.

***

»Okay, 4000, my last offer!«

The man held his hand to Ben, but he was looking beside him, where Judith was sitting on the engine hood of an old Porsche, in a way he could see she was wearing pink panties. Ben noticed where he was looking, and he guessed that Judith knew it, too. Grinning inwardly, he took the man’s hand.

»Deal!«

The parking lot of the used cars dealer looked as if some third class script writer had mixed all cliches about such places together. The owner was a fat chain smoker in a bright shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, and the two Turks that assisted him also looked like some goons from a gangster flick. However, Ben could not be picky, for not only did he have a limited amount of money, but he also needed a dealer that was willing to bend the law a bit.

Technically, the man would do nothing illegal. He would give the car to Ben, together with a red license plate for a transfer journey. Sooner or later, Ben and Karl would have to get some regular plates and change them. If the Police caught them, they would perhaps get to the car dealer and ask a few questions. So, most car dealers didn’t like such deals, and the others made their customers pay for the extra service.

So, despite Judith’s efforts in distracting the man during the negotiations, Ben had only gotten a 12 year old Japanese van for his money. It looked rusty, and the mileage counter most likely had been manipulated. However, it still had a street permit for one year, and it looked plain enough to not raise too much attention.

Ben paid, and they left Offenbach, with Ben driving the van whilst Judith drove ahead in his car. They had agreed upon not sticking together and to meet at the asylum.

When Ben passed the outskirts of Offenbach, he noticed an open hardware store, and he drove onto the parking lot. If he really wanted to get into the White Slavery business, at least temporarily, he wanted to be equipped as good as possible, and in addition, Karl had not told him what to do with the money left.

»So, let’s see if they have everything a professional White Slaver needs!«

***