Wrong Place, Right Time 12

Silvana looked from the helplessly trussed up Lisa to Martina and Emma, sitting beside the chair, and finally, her eyes went to Marlene, who tried to hide her fear. It was a gruesome game: the crueller she trussed up her friend, the more likely she would not share her fate. Silvana avoided looking at Karl, but at the same time, she could think of nothing else but how she had once been in this man’s clutches – and that this would be her fate again, if nothing would happen. However, Marcus would not look for her before Monday, and he would be in the Villa of the Hartensteins, and not at this abandoned building of which she herself had no idea where it was located.

»He knows my greatest fears all too well, for he is one of them!«

She knew that when she tied up Marlene, she would have to do so in a way that she would find the hardest to bear, for it would be the way she would be restrained. For Silvana, just having Karl in charge was an ordeal, but she had to be more specific to gain the necessary points.

Silvana reached for the armbinder Marlene had sported before, and she stepped behind her friend who brought her arms behind her back, allowing Silvana to sheath her arms and to apply the straps that went over her shoulders. Then, she took the laces and pulled. She forced herself to ignore Marlene’s aches, pulled until her elbows not only met, but were crushed together. She could see how Marlene’s shoulders were under strain, and her ample boobs now looked even bigger. Whispering an apology, Silvana tightened the straps and also fastened the one that went around Marlene’s waist. Now, only the final strap was dangling from her fingertips.

»Looks a bit loose to me«, Karl commented when she had applied the crotch strap that was snug, but not really tight.

»I am not finished«, Silvana replied, She went for the storage room, where the shelves looked as if someone had collected all kinds of restraints from previous decades. What were her greatest fears? Her eyes fell on a black leather hood, with some straps attached to it. It was considerably heavy, for the leather seemed to be thick and stiff.

»I hope you can ever forgive me!«, she whispered as she stepped beside Marlene. The other looked at her, tears glistering in her eyes. However, she forced a smile on her lips, knowing that Silvana didn’t act on her own free will.

»T-This is h-harder for you than for m-me!«

It was a lie, but Silvana had to block out all softness. She had found some cotton wool and now, she thoroughly stuffed Marlene’s ears before she reached for the two pairs of panties, both torn. With the damp ball, she then dabbed her cheeks and forehead, soaking up her sweat and the remnants of Marlene’s juices. Then, she pressed the panties between Marlene’s legs and rubbed over her pubic mound before she forced the big wad into her mouth. Marlene groaned and retched, but Silvana pushed and prodded the gag deep into her throat before she secured the gag with a knotted piece of cloth she tightly knotted off at Marlene’s nape. She then sealed the gag with ten rounds of tape, and with five more, she taped two balls of cotton wool over Marlene’s eyes.

The hood came next. It had a face modelled in it, and two small openings at the nostrils were the only air supply. Once she had gathered Marlene’s hair under the leather, Silvana methodically fastened the straps. One went around the neck, the second over her mouth, adding more pressure on her gag, and the third one went under her chin, forcing her to bite down hard onto her gag. Silvana looked at Karl who showed an indifferent expression. She took a deep breath and then, she placed a hand on Marlene’s shoulder.

»Sorry!«, she breathed, though she knew her friend couldn’t hear her. Then, she pinched Marlene’s nipple. The groan was very muffled, but Silvana buckled each strap one notch tighter. Then, she looked around. Karl noticed it and asked:

»What do you need, Dear?«

»Another pair of – of p-panties!«

She blushed all over and looked to the ground when saying so. Karl chuckled.

»Maybe, you should ask the Doctor!«

Abina gasped, and suddenly, Silvana felt something else than embarrassment and pity for Marlene. She straightened and stepped towards Abina, reaching out with her hand. It felt marvellous to see how only the woman’s dark complexion hid her burning cheeks, and how she stared daggers at Karl. Then, she reached under her coat and skirt, and, with some wriggling and fumbling, she managed to take off her panties without revealing her womanhood. Panting from the humiliation, she handed the pair of plain pale blue cotton panties to Silvana who mockingly thanked her before returning for Marlene. Before she could regret the idea, she pulled them over the hood and made sure that the crotch part went over the nose. Then, she turned towards Karl.

»I think sensory deprivation is a way of keeping a prisoner helpless. In addition, Marlene’s now more or less reduced to her sense of feeling, for her ability to see or hear is blocked, and her sense of taste and smell’s – well, severely limited to one specific impression!«

Silvana couldn’t believe she was saying this without even her voice trembling, but she repeatedly told herself that she did so to save Marlene an even worse fate. Her fate.

Karl nodded and grinned.

»And I am sure that the flavour of our dear Doctor is the icing on the cake!«

Again, Abina was glancing at him. For a moment, she considered to order Nabia to kill the man here and now.

»Well, let me see!«

Karl stepped over to Marlene, brushing over her body, enjoying how she cringed under his touch. He hooked his thumb into the crotch strap, forcing Marlene to raise onto her toes, before he tickled her side with his other hand. Marlene twitched and let out an almost inaudible squeal. When Karl let her go, she was staggering, and her chest was heaving.

»Not bad – but since you are not ticklish, I can only give you 50 points so far, for she also still can run around!«

Silvana once again forced herself to concentrate, looking away from Marlene in her predicament. What would frighten her the most during a long transport to a dire fate?

Her memory came in a colourful flashback, and the answer was as clear as it was horrifying: what had been worse than being helplessly bound and gagged had been the fact that her captor had been able to control her arousal. She trembled from the mere thought, but she knew that Karl also knew about that fact, and if she wanted to save Marlene, she had to act.

In the storage room, there had been several items, each packed in plastic bags, that looked like balls stuffed into a rubber hose, with an eyelet on one end. Some had just three balls, each some inch in diameter, whilst the whole device was some four or five inches long. If one shook the device, the balls slightly vibrated, for inside each ball was a smaller metal ball that moved around.

The other things were of similar length and had similar balls, but they consisted of five or six smaller ones. These contraptions also had eyelets on one end. Silvana knew that these things originally had been designed for training the vaginal and anal muscles, but had been used as sex toys ever since, too. Beside the box, Silvana had also found a bottle with lube.

Marlene still stood there, unaware of what was going on around her. Silvana gently made her sit down; then, she went for the spreader bar used on Martina and tied her ankles to the ends.

»I need some gloves!«

Once she had put these on, Silvana loosened the crotch strap and knelt on the spreader bar to steady Marlene. Then, ignoring the warm softness at her fingers, and the helpless squirming and faint chortling, she massages a copious amount of lube between Marlene’s buttocks and labia. She also greased two of the items, carefully inserting one with small balls into her rear, and one of the others into her vagina. Threading the strap through the eyelets, she then fastened the crotch strap, tighter this time, so the contraptions wouldn’t come off.

»Now, she will think twice of moving – but if she gets transported, it won’t be her choice whether she moves!«

Silvana knew that she was actually illustrating her own fate, and she shuddered as she stepped back, watching how Marlene wriggled her hips, trying to cope with the intruding balls, and showing that she was quite irritated by them. Karl applauded.

»I think that earns a full 100, Silvie!«

Like Martina before, Silvana felt her legs get wobbly, and she sank down onto the tiles. She avoided looking at the squirming Marlene, though she at least had bought her friend freedom – if Karl stood to his word.

Behind his back, whilst Karl was still admiring Silvana’s work, Abina and Nabia were whispering in their Ghanan idiom. Suddenly, Karl spun around.

»That’s an interesting topic, Ladies!«

The two stared at him, and Karl burst out laughing. It had been intended as a joke, for he didn’t know a word in that language – but he had noticed the reaction in Abina’s eyes. Obviously, they had not just talked about the weather or about nail polish.

He looked at his watch. It would be some time until Ben and Judith would return, but if the redhead Policewoman had stuck to his plan, she would now enter the building. Time to separate the two chatterboxes!

»We should now take care of the other three, too – but we are lacking gagging material – if you know what I mean!«

He could almost see how Abina’s cheeks burned. There was enough tape and also several gagging restraints lying around, but he was referring to panties, and she obviously still felt embarrassed for having to sacrifice hers. He decided to hit the same wound again:

»If you tell me where your drawers are, I’ll get them!«

Karl expected that she would not want him to rummage through her laundry and therefore would either go herself or send Nabia. He would have preferred if the bodyguard would go, for Abina would be no match for him.

Abina dodged his demand:

»Shouldn’t we find out whether Emma will be allowed to enjoy her freedom soon?«

She had a point there, and so, Karl had to improvise.

»Give me five minutes! I need a cigarette!«

Abina frowned, but Karl just, seemingly absent-mindedly, searched his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter, placing his cell phone on the floor before he went for the door. He hoped that this would convince the two that he wasn’t planning something.

He deliberately left the door ajar, and once he had reached the stairs, he drew his Swiss knife. Then, he ripped his trouser at his knee and cut his skin, so he wasn’t limited in his actions, but had some blood to present.

With a cry, he kicked against the metal railing before he threw himself at the floor. Then, he added some curses, loud enough that the girls would hear him.

»ah, fuck, my ankle! It’s sprained! Fucking hell, I am – aaahh!«

Again, he produced some noise, as if he had slipped when trying to get to his feet again. If they thought that he was a clumsy and whiny idiot, the better: it would make them careless.

He had his gun ready under his body, when, to his surprise, Nabia showed up. She had handed her submachine gun to Abina, but she was holding a handgun in her right, aiming at him. Karl feigned a pain-filled grin on his lips.

»I just – slipped!«

Karl cursed inwardly. Instead of bending over him, the Black just leaned in the corridor and watched him. The distance was too big for him to attack her, and if he reached for his gun, she would be able to fire before him. He wanted to show her he was indeed severely injured, and he raised his blood-stained hand.

»Just a scratch, get up!«, Nabia insisted, cocking her gun. Then, she suddenly twitched. Her left hand went for her neck, and she then looked with disbelief at the small dart in her hand. Then, she twitched again, her eyes widened, and she spun around. Karl jumped forward and grabbed her ankles. Nabia kicked at his cheek, missing his nose, but her shot also missed Annika that had thrown herself to the ground.

With a croak, Nabia freed her feet, but then, as she tried to aim at Annika, the gun fell from her hand. She then sank to her knees, and whilst she was still trying to grab her weapon, her eyes suddenly twisted, and she collapsed on the floor.

Karl rose from the floor, when he could hear screaming and the sounds of a fight from behind Annika. The Policewoman uttered a curse, grabbed Nabia’s gun and approached the room from which the sounds came.

For Annika, the last minutes had felt as if an action movie suddenly had become true. She had entered the building and when she had heard some indistinct noises from behind one of the doors, she had decided to explore the end of the corridor, the pipe with the dart ready between her lips. When she had just looked into what had looked like a rubber cell, she had heard steps from behind. Then, there had been a man screaming, and when she had approached, she had seen the man that had freed her bleeding, and a tall black woman aiming at him.

She had hit the woman’s neck, and then, she had fired at her! It was the first time Annika had been the target of a shot, and she was still high on adrenaline when she now stormed inside the room. However, even in her coolest state, the sight would have caused her to drop her jaw.

On the ground, two naked women, a blonde and a brunette, were wrestling with a black woman dressed in a lab coat, whilst a third nude woman stood beside the fighters, obviously unable to decide what to do.

Beside the group was yet another woman lying on her back, her legs tied to a stick, and her large boobs pointing at the ceiling. When Annika looked to the far side of the room, she saw a fifth nude woman sitting in a chair.

»Freeze! Stop it! Police!«

When the struggling women didn’t stop, Annika thought of firing at the ceiling when she felt a hand on her arm. She spun around, but could stop herself from hitting the man who gently took the gun from her hand. Annika, still confused by the rapid turn of events, didn’t protest. Then, the blonde who had not participated in the fighting screamed.

»I-it’s okay, w-we are here now«, Annika stammered and approached the blonde, making soothing gestures. The others now stopped fighting with the Black and suddenly, they also screamed, pointing at Karl.

»He’s one of them!«

Annika clamped the blonde’s mouth shut, and she yelled:

»He just faked it! He’s a colleague!«

Now, all, even the Black, stared at her with disbelief. Then man, leaning beside the door, now grinned, and Annika noticed that he now had two guns, each pointing at them.

»I am afraid that it was when talking to you when I was faking! However, before we can speak about how I hurt your feelings, I could need some more help from you!«

***

Judith cursed when she approached the asylum. Not only did it lack internet access and other comforts of the 21st century, she also had to stop by the door, get out of the car and open the door like people had done a 100 years ago. However, in a few minutes she would be able to see how the captives had done without her helping hand – and after that, she would maybe find some time to get physical with Ben again. Maybe, for even more than three minutes.

She was just working on the old lock, when she suddenly heard a sound from behind. A moment later, she stared into the barrel of a gun. An arm was slung around her neck from behind, and then, the man with the gun roughly felt her body.

»Seems she has no weapons! Now, where’s the other guy?«

Judith could not see the man holding her, but the man talking to her was tall and dressed in Jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. He looked as if he had played in the dirt, and his expression was that of oppressed anger.

»Who-who are you?«, she croaked. The man now held the gun to her chin, pressing the barrel painfully against her soft skin.

»I am your worst nightmare – at least if you won’t do exactly as we say! Now, we will get inside, and you better pray that Marlene and the others are well and alive!«

Hilmar turned the key, and then, he pushed open the door. At that moment, the sound of an approaching car could be heard. It was a white van, and a man was driving it. Marcus, who had considered pulling Judith behind a tree, now presented himself with her in a chokehold, and Hilmar now aimed at the driver.

The van stopped, and Ben got out.

»Hey, leave her alone!«

Marcus let Judith go, and she staggered over to Ben who took her in his arms. Hilmar showed a wolfish grin.

»Now, we will see what-«

»Hello, stranger!«

Hilmar turned around, seeing a second man, with a dark complexion, aiming at him with a gun. He and Karl fired at the same time. His shot slightly hit Karl’s left upper arm, whilst the Arab’s bullet hit Hilmar’s chest.

***

Annika rolled her eyes in frustration. Her wrists hurt, but she wasn’t able to break free from her bonds, no matter how she fought.

The man, who had introduced himself as Karl, had forced her to tie the three naked women and the Black simply, but effectively by tying their wrists and ankles with zip ties, hogtying them. He then had put her in the same predicament before he had placed a piece of tape over each captive’s mouth. He had then shortly left and pulled the unconscious Nabia inside.

»Now, for something I will find upstairs!«

Once he had left, all had squirmed on the floor, trying to work on their bonds. However, it was to no avail. Perhaps, if they had tried long enough, they would have been able to remove their gags, but they would still be tied, and a scream would only alert the man.

The door had been left open, and after a few minutes, they heard two shots fired at almost the same moment. Annika mewed. What if this had been Hilmar and Marcus? Then, there were steps, and Karl entered. He was followed by a girl with light brown hair and a man that looked a bit nervous. With a grin, Karl announced:

»The cavalry arrived – but they then met the artillery!«

He patted his gun, and Annika screamed into her gag.

***

»Ella will never believe me what happened to her lucky charm!«

Marcus had seen with horror as the shot had hit Hilmar, and he had landed on the gravel. He had bent over his friend, not sure what to do, for such scenes, he only knew from movies. In a gesture more driven by compassion than knowledge, he had felt for Hilmar’s chest, and then, he had frowned. Hilmar was still breathing, but there was no blood.

A moment later, Hilmar groaned and opened his eyes. Aching, he felt for his chest, producing a shard from his breast pocket. He coughed, and it took Marcus some time to realize that this was a relieved laugh.

Karl’s bullet had hit perfectly – but the ammonite his daughter had given him had taken the bullet. It now was shattered, but except for a bruise, Hilmar was completely unhurt.

His luck, however, had its limits, for now, the Arab directed him and Marcus into the van where he watched them at gunpoint whilst his accomplice drove the car inside. He looked at them and said, moving his hit arm:

»You are not used to firing guns, are you? Even a German Policeman would have hit me on blank distance!«

»Give me the fucking gun, and I will try it again! Where is Marlene?«

Now, the Arab showed a smile.

»Ah, so you are related to her! And I presume that your friend is here because of the blonde goddess called Silvana?«

Both were slightly surprised that the Arab had so quickly deduced that, but he just added:

»Well, I wouldn’t say they are well, but they are alive and unhurt – and this will stay that way! Unfortunately, you can’t see them right now. I am afraid they are a little tied up – if you forgive me the pun!«

Hilmar told him where he could put his puns, but the man just laughed. The van stopped, and Hilmar and Marcus were led down into the cellar. In one of the corridors, they heard the high-pitched mewing of gagged women, and they wanted to get to the room, but Karl stopped them.

»I know, I know, you are mad to see your girls, and you could also rip out my heart and eat it raw! So, this is the right place to calm down a bit!«

They were directed into a room that turned out to be a rubber cell. The door was locked, and Hilmar angrily landed a few punches on its padded surface. Marcus leaned against the wall and sank to the floor.

Their rescue mission had failed completely.

***

Karl waited for the mewing and grunting to his feet to cease before he announced:

»It seems that at least Marlene and Silvana have people caring about them. There were two guys pretending to be their boyfriends – I think you heard the shots!«

Marlene could not hear what he was saying, but both Silvana and Annika gasped. Before Silvana could burst into tears, Karl added:

»So far, they are both fine – and I am not a killer, unless I have to become one. So, if you are a good girl, Silvie, I will just leave them in their cell, with some water and food, and once we have left the country, I will call someone to set them free. However, if any of you tries something funny, I will shoot them and let you watch!«

This caused Silvana to hyperventilate, but Karl was already busy with something else:

»Maybe, I won’t even have to phone, for there are more and more people finding their way here already. So, we will leave asap – the question’s just, who will come with Ben and me?«

This time, Martina moaned, and Karl could understand her problem. She had tied up and humiliated her own daughter, only to now find that the new man in charge changed everything! Karl showed a cold smile.

»Come on, at least, you are no longer subject of these two thugs’«, he pointed at Abina and the still unconscious Nabia, »shenanigans! According to me, you can do whatever you want, as long as you wait until I made my getaway!«

He turned to Judith, handing her the submachine gun.

»Please, Judith, could you have an eye on our guests, Ben and I have to talk about a thing or two – in private!«

Judith’s eyes sparkled as she took over the gun. Karl put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and led him to the corridor. He had mixed feelings: on the one hand, it seemed that he considered Judith as a team member, given the fact he had handed her the gun and left her in charge. On the other hand, why didn’t he talk to him in front of her?

»Ben, I will make this short, though it is a wide field: let’s talk about trust!«

Ben frowned, and Karl continued:

»I think that I can trust you, and I hope that you feel the same about me. However, it seems that we are three now – and I am afraid that your judgement on Judith’s qualities as a team member is a bit – biased by your balls!«

Ben wanted to protest, but Karl interrupted him:

»I am not saying that she’s not trustworthy, but we have to be sure if she’s going to become our partner!«

After a few seconds of thinking, Ben asked him what he had in mind. Karl’s answer took a few slopes before he came to the point:

»We will need a save house for the next two or three days. Since you are working in the area, I am sure you have such a location, or at least can organize something! I, on the other hand, am a foreigner, dependent on you!«

A bit reluctantly, Ben nodded. In his business, having a save hideout was essential, and he knew of two or three places where even a van full of kidnapped girls wouldn’t raise attention. Karl grinned and continued:

»Now, I want you to get to an appropriate place in your car and prepare everything. Judith and I will follow later in the van!«

He once again raised his hand to stop Ben’s protest.

»I know, you don’t like the idea, but when she helps me preparing the girl for transport, I can see whether she really is suitable for the job. If so, you’ll see her again in a few hours!«

»And if not?«

Ben feared for what Karl could do to the girl, but he now showed a surprisingly warm smile.

»Then, you will also see her in the evening, but we will do the job alone. You may pay her some money, but that will be from your share! Judith won’t go to the Police, for she would only get herself into trouble, and as said, I am no killer.«

»Unless you are forced to kill«, Ben finished the sentence. He didn’t like the plan, but he even more disliked the idea of resisting and to risk Karl getting angry at him. He was a skilled burglar, but this man looked dangerous. So, he had no choice but to trust him.

»Okay, do you want me to explain it to her, or do you want to do so yourself?«

Ben just returned to the room, and Karl went upstairs to give the two a few moments. When he returned, Judith had tears in her eyes, and she angrily glanced at him, but when Ben left, she remained behind and just asked Karl:

»So, how can I prove that I am worthy?«

She spat the words, but Karl just smiled and replied:

»We have to start by taking care of Nabia! The narcotic will wear off soon, and she should be nicely trussed up when she wakes up!«

Only now, she realized that Karl had brought a wooden pallet with him he now placed on the floor. Judith looked at the unconscious Black and then let her eyes wander over the other captives bundled up on the floor.

»I think we should undress her first!«

Karl’s smile became broader, and he patted the girl’s shoulder.

»Now, we are talking!«

A smile appeared on Judith’s lips, and she began to pull on Nabia’s T-Shirt, whilst Karl opened the laces of her boots. He removed the shoes, revealing her sweaty cotton socks. He playfully waved his hand in front of his nose, and Judith giggled.

»Come on, it won’t be you who will have to chew on these! BTW, our Black Beauty’s a 36C, just in case you are interested!«

Karl’s and her eyes met, and there was some mutual understanding between them. Judith had taken off Nabia’s bra, and she now only wore her cargo pants. With a grin, he turned to the unconscious woman’s belt.

»Any guesses what she’s wearing underneath?«

Judith cocked her head and showed a sardonic smile.

»As far as I know her, I would guess it’s canvas!«

***

Inside their cell, both Hilmar and Marcus had quickly come to the conclusion that banging or kicking against the padded walls was getting them nowhere, and so, they had sat down, to collect some strength. The only item inside the room was a roll of toilet paper, and so, they had emptied their pockets, to see if they had anything useful.

Hilmar had a bunch of keys and his wallet, whilst Marcus could add a lighter to that. Grimly, Hilmar scoffed:

»McGuyver would have built an atomic bomb from that!«

Marcus tried if he could cut through the rubber panels with one of the keys, but though these were soft and also some 40 years old, the material was very durable. After all, it had originally been built to resist the teeth of some raving lunatic unlucky enough to end up here.

»We will die of old age before we make any remarkable progress!«, Hilmar commented, and Marcus spat:

»Any better ideas? Or did you land to hard on the gravel?«

He regretted his outburst, but Hilmar looked at him as if he had said something enlightening. Then, he reached for his breast pocket. The broken ammonite was still in it, at least what was left of it. Carefully, he took out the stone pieces, and then, he brushed over the edges. A grin appeared on his face as he held one of the shards up.

»Well, as an engineer, I would say that we start by using the right tools!«

He held the shard like a knife and moved it over one of the rubber panels that covered the door. A gaping cut appeared in the surface, and as he repeated the process, some of the filling came out. Marcus took another shard and together, they continued cutting through the padding.

***