Wrong Place, Right Time 14

»Damn this terrible ticklishness!«

Nabia bit down on her gag as Marlene once again squirmed on the floor, causing the rope slung around Nabia’s upper body to brush over her flanks. Despite her trying not to react, she shuddered and helplessly squealed as the chafing continued. Marlene reared up against the vibrator tied to her crotch, then, she once again relaxed.

Being a strong and fight-hardened woman, Nabia hated her only weakness, turning her into a trembling bundle and keeping her from working on her bonds. Not that they were encouraging such thoughts, for her arms were sheathed in the armbinder, and her legs zip-tied to the pallet she was sitting upon. Her gag was making anything but breathing through her nose impossible, and Nabia felt a wave of hatred and disgust each time she had to taste the panties and socks stuffing her mouth. If she would ever get loose, Judith would have to suffer!

Marlene’s break in squirming allowed her to analyse their situation more clearly: Martina and Emma were balancing on the turning chair, not knowing that the nooses around their necks would not kill them if they slipped. She had even tried to signal that to Emma who was facing her, but the blonde had just not understood what the Black had meant by shaking her head and rolling her eyes. The two were just thinking that Marlene would kill them once she pulled too hard on the chair her feet were tied to, and on which the two were standing.

Marlene, the connection between them all, so to say, was only dimly aware of the outer world, being hooded with her ears plugged. She had felt that she had been tied off to what seemed to be the armrests of the chair, and occasionally, her feet had touched the skin of either Emma’s or Martina’s ankle, but she had no idea of the arrangement, and she also didn’t know that each bigger movement of her made the rope tied through her armpits brush over Nabia’s sensitive skin.

Maybe, even if she had known, she wouldn’t have cared much, for Marlene was fighting her own demons. Not only was the crotch strap pressing the buzzing vibrator against her pubic mound, inside her, there were the also vibrating balls, both inside her vagina and her rear. Reduced to her sense of feeling, Marlene felt these vibrations very intense. They were irritating, disturbing – blissful.

»Oouuhhmmm!«

It was embarrassing to know that maybe, right now, her tormentors were looking down at her. But at the same time, the constant teasing had an effect on her. So far, she had been able to fight down her growing arousal, but each time, there had been some left, and Marlene was getting weaker. Sooner or later, she would lose the battle against her body.

***

Hilmar and Marcus had just paused trying to break open the door when suddenly, the lid was opened. To their surprise, it was not Karl but Judith.

»I just wanted to tell you we are leaving now! Marlene and Silvana send their best wishes to you!«

She giggled.

»Maybe, they just said that you two have got tiny dicks! It was hard to tell what they were saying, with their mouths stuffed with panties!«

Neither Marcus nor Hilmar did her the favour of raging, and so, she just continued:

»Anyway, we are leaving now, and before we do, we will turn off the light! This is not to make you feel even more uncomfortable, but this place gets its electricity by a generator, and we don’t want it to accidentally overheat and set the house on fire once we have left! Don’t worry, it will be for just one night – and I even brought you something to pass the time!«

Two things were pushed through the lid and landed on the padded floor. It was a bottle of Stroh 80% Rum, and a can of salted peanuts. The girl’s chuckling was cut off as the lid was closed. Marcus picked up the bottle and the can and looked at the items.

»Fantomas!«

Hilmar frowned, and Marcus showed a humourless grin.

»Fantomas, a fictional gangster. I saw some of the film adaptations, and in one, he had a prisoner and gave him raw bacon and liquor instead of water and bread. So, whenever the prisoner ate, the salted meat made him thirsty, but he only had the liquor and so, he was constantly drunk and slowly faded away!«

Hilmar looked at the Rum. Within one night, they wouldn’t die from thirst, but it just added to their misery. As he just was deciding whether to take a sip, the light went out, leaving them in complete, black darkness.

***

Inside the van, none of the girls had come closer to rescue, despite their desperate struggles. Silvana felt sore between her legs from the rubbing of their combined crotch ropes, but Lisa still was trying to wriggle herself free. Their breasts grinded against each other, and Silvana could read from Lisa’s eyes that she was somehow also blaming her for getting her into this, though it should have been her to be angry with the other blonde.

Annika and Abina were also struggling furiously, but all they had managed was that the rear window now was blinded from condensed sweat, and the air had become stale inside their prison. Then, all four let out a combined gasp as the van started. Then, they renewed their squirming and mewing as their prison turned shaky, forcing them to sway on every yard the van passed down the gravel road.

However, though this turned better when the car reached asphalted ground, it also meant that Karl could accelerate, getting them away from their friends, and closer to a terrible fate.

***

»You mind if I smoke?«

Karl had fished the pack from his breast pocket and had already put a cigarette between his lips. Judith shook her head.

»Not as long as you open the window, and get me one, too!«

There was no window to the load, and the sounds of the engine drowned any moan from their captives. So, they could enjoy a moment of relaxation as Karl steered the van towards the next village, from which a curvy road would get them to the Autobahn. Judith rummaged through her handbag, producing her cell phone.

»As soon as we will have access to the net, I will send a message to Ben!«

Karl just nodded. He would have done so himself, but it didn’t matter whether he got the direction from Ben himself or via the girl. So, he just followed his own thoughts, even allowing himself to feel a little triumph, though their journey wasn’t over yet.

***

Marlene panted through her nose, greedily sucking air through the tiny openings of the hood and the panties covering her head underneath. She was completely exhausted already, and she knew that fighting down this growing wave of arousal had been the last time she had been able to do so. The tingle inside her had grown into something driving her almost insane, and the balls in her rear – well, Marlene had been reminded of the ass hook she had been impaled upon during her abduction in Venice. At that time, she had learned the hard way that she was not appalled by a stimulation to her back door. That the balls were less hard, but more buzzing than a hook didn’t matter.

She had tried everything, including reliving her previous ordeals in front of her inner eye, to keep herself from getting further aroused, but her mind had somehow picked the thrilling and exciting bits from her bondage and mixed them into a blend of images and impressions that even stoked Marlene’s fire. This time, she had managed to keep contact to reality by pulling on her crotch strap, but now, the painful tingling mixed with the more blissful ones, and the vibrator did also still attack her walls of modesty.

»Next time, it will happen!«

Marlene felt another feeling radiate through her nerves: relaxation. Somehow, the acceptance of her coming defeat was having a soothing effect on her, and Marlene knew that this wave of joy would carry her closer to the edge. And yet, she knew that there was an end to every fight.

So, she relaxed her muscles and at the same time, she reared up, allowing the vibrator to touch her more. Though she was so thoroughly gagged and hooded, she found a way of breathing deeply, and she began to wriggle her hips, anticipating the building tsunami inside her loins.

Close to her, Nabia was also panting, but not from sexual tension. Partially, it had to do with the repeated tickling from the ropes brushing over her nude skin, but Nabia also concentrated on the only chance she would get.

Now, as Marlene moved, the ropes tied to her big toes also dangled, slightly tickling her, and causing her to twitch. These ropes were those also chafing Nabia’s sides, and she knew that soon, she would no longer be able to stand the teasing. However, she could see and smell that Marlene would not be able to hold back this time. This woman would cum – and then, she would either faint or fighting for breath. One way or the other, she would not move for some time, and this was when Nabia had to be ready to fight her bonds.

The fibres of the cord brushed over her skin, and Nabia twitched and chortled. Soon, she would turn into a helpless bundle, screaming into her gag, gasping and wriggling. The only thing was that she would not faint, for then, she would miss the precious minutes of not getting tickled.

Marlene let out a deep, guttural grunt and reared up her ass, causing Emma to mew with alarm. She was staring at the hooded woman to her feet, and she also knew that this time, Marlene would get over the edge. If so, she would be spasming and squirming, causing the chair to move even more than she did now. Reflexively, Emma moved her fingers, rubbing over Martina’s pubic mound. The other woman moaned, and her hands moved over Emma’s pubic area, too.

»Under other circumstances, this would be so hot!«

The thought came out of the left field, but it felt as natural as considering that their situation was dire. Martina was hot, and in addition, Emma now vividly remembered how she had been forced to torment her employer. It had felt terrible and good at the same time. Emma liked Martina, and she also didn’t want Lisa to suffer, but dominating her boss had triggered something inside her. She stared at Marlene, now accelerating her moves and her middle glistering. Emma’s fingers continued caressing Martina’s private parts, and she could feel some warm wetness as she pushed them between the other’s legs.

»Obviously, she’s not appalled either!«

Her index finger slid inside Martina, and she felt her companion rear up, grinding her buttocks against Emma’s. The blonde sighed with anticipation as Martina’s hands found their way to her hot spots, too, and she let out a sigh.

»If this is it, we at least won’t die completely unhappy!«

The threat of death was horrifying, and Emma felt the noose around her neck as she breathed, but also, this was terribly exciting, and she had to force herself to concentrate on Marlene instead of closing her eyes and enjoying what Martina’s fingers did to her.

There were some squeals, and the Black in her lotus position was shaking her upper body, convulsing from the constant tickling. Marlene now seemed close to the edge, as she was moaning and her big boobs heaved, her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her loins trembled, she rocked her hips, and then, she suddenly stiffened and there was a moment of complete silence.

»Here it comes!«, Emma thought as she waited for the explosion, trying to balance her weight the best she could on the shaky seat.

***

»At least, I had this last idea!«

Hilmar looked at the peanut can he had opened, emptying its content to the ground. Then, he had poured some of the rum into it and lit it with Marcus’ lighter, creating a makeshift candle that offered some light. It was just a blueish gleaming, but it was better than nothing, and by sacrificing their socks and adding some rum from time to time, they could keep their source of light alive for some time.

Marcus didn’t listen to him. He had ripped off some of the toilet paper, and for a moment, Hilmar had feared he would take a shit. However, Marcus had then grabbed the lid of the peanut can, trying to flatten the metal. The toilet paper was to protect his fingers from the sharp edges.

»What are you building, a medal for me re-inventing the fire?«, Hilmar asked, and he could see Marcus grin. However, it wasn’t a reward for his lame joke, but instead, his comrade now examined the flat metal disk. Then, he told Hilmar:

»Get the can, I need as much light as necessary!«

Marcus approached the door, but instead of getting to the hinges, he felt for the gap of the lid. Then, he carefully pushed the can’s lid into the narrow gap, slowly moving it from one side to the other.

When they had been forced to enter the padded cell, he had gotten a glimpse of how the door looked on the outside. The lid was secured by a simple bar, and if he had had a knife, he would have tried to open it from the inside before. Marcus had even broken his ADAC membership card by trying to push it into the gap, realizing that such cards were too small and slightly too thick. Now, however, he had a piece of metal that was thin enough, and some three inches in diameter.

He felt some resistance, and he doubled his effort. Hilmar was as fascinated as him once he had realized what Marcus was doing. There was some oppressed cursing, then, the metal disc suddenly moved better. Marcus took a deep breath; then, he reached for the rum bottle and took a sip.

»Now cometh the moment of truth!«

He pushed against the lid – and it opened! Only a little light from the corridor came in, but now, they had a chance to reach for the door handle! Marcus pushed his hand through the opening and then twisted his body, so he could get his arm through.

»Can you reach the door?«, Hilmar asked, but Marcus just blindly felt for the handle. He could reach it, but when he pressed it down, the door remained locked.

»Fuck!«

***

Nabia’s lungs burned from her trying to catch breath, but she ignored it, forcing herself to stay awake when Marlene had stopped spasming and twitching from what seemed to have been an earth-shaking orgasm, though her tight bondage and hooding had only allowed her to squirm a little, and to send grunts and chortles through her gag.

Now, she seemed to have fainted, for she was lying there without a move, except for her heaving breasts. The two girls balancing on the chair were still there, having miraculously been able not to slip when Marlene had lost control over her movements. Nabia bent forward, feeling her crotch strap tighten as she did so. She knew that she had only a little strength left, and so, she wanted to be successful at her first attempt.

She took a few deep breaths; then, she threw herself backwards with all her might. Her shoulders landed on the floor, her head bounced against the tiles, and she felt the zip ties bite painfully into her legs. However, as she then carefully moved her legs, it worked. The heavy movement, combined by her tensing her leg muscles, had destroyed the zip ties! Now, Nabia’s legs were free from the pallet.

It wasn’t a reason to celebrate, for her arms were still trapped in the armbinder, and her ankles were still tied to her opposite knees, but now, she could at least worm from one place to the other.

She heard a mewing from the chair, and when she looked up, she could see it slowly rotating around its axis. Martina and Emma, who had survived Marlene’s orgasm, had now fallen off when Nabia’s move had pulled Marlene over to her, and where obviously about to realize that they had not died from hanging.

Nabia wriggled her feet and pulled on her leg ties, and since Karl had relied upon the zip ties, she managed to free her legs. Now, though they were wobbly, she would soon be able to get to her feet. Even with her hands still tied, and her mouth still firmly gagged, Martina, Marlene and Emma would be no match for her.

»Maybe, the tide has turned yet another time!«

***

»Can we stop there, please?«, Judith asked, pointing at a sign telling them a parking lot with a toilet was just 500 metres ahead. She had reached Ben who had sent her the address they were heading to, and it was still some 20 kilometres ahead.

»Well, before you wet your panties!«, Karl replied and left the Autobahn.

»Did you forget, mine are currently in Nabia’s mouth!«, Judith reminded him. Once the van had stopped, she jumped from her seat and rushed towards the small hut that contained the toilets. Karl thought of having another cigarette and reached for his breast pocket when his eyes fell on Judith’s handbag. Obviously, the girl had left her mobile in it.

With one eye, Karl looked at the toilet, but he took the phone and opened WhatsApp. He then read Ben’s message, though Judith had read it to him already. He frowned. It gave the address he was now heading to, but there was one sentence the girl hadn’t read out aloud:

»Send in Karl first!«

He scrolled up, and there, he could read a short conversation, with Ben asking her whether Karl was looking over her shoulder. Judith had denied that, asking whether he was intending to write something kinky. However, Ben had just replied by sending the address, and this simple four words:

»Send in Karl first!«

There was only one explanation for this: Ben, who hardly stood a chance in a fair fight against him, had prepared a trap, and he didn’t want his girl to get hurt. And obviously, this slutty nurse had not asked any further questions, let alone warning him about Ben’s intentions.

When a seemingly relieved Judith returned to the car two minutes later, Karl had not only put her phone back, but also managed to show a friendly smile to her. Judith sat down beside him, and sighed theatrically.

»Phew, this was urgent! But now, we better get our cargo to Frankfurt!«

She patted the wall between the backrests, and as an answer, there came some faint sounds from the four bound and gagged damsels in the load. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the girl’s face.

»Should we look after them?«

Karl also smiled, but shook his head.

»That would be a bit risky, if someone choses to park right here whilst the side door’s open. Besides, I have two questions!«

His right hand darted forward and grabbed Judith’s throat, causing her to let out a croak and stare at him with eyes like saucers. With a hard expression, Karl hissed:

»First: Why does Ben want me to enter first?«

Judith croaked once more and tried to break free, but Karl just tightened his grip on her throat. Then, he brought a rag close to her face.

»Second: does this smell like chloroform to you?«

***

Seeing that his escape plan had led to nothing had caused Marcus to slam his fist against the padded wall a few times before sinking to the ground. Hilmar handed him the rum bottle, but Marcus shook his head.

»We need it to keep our candle alive!«

Hilmar scoffed.

»I can’t believe it! I mean, I am surviving a bullet to my heart, and then, we are stopped by a fucking door lock!«

He suddenly stopped, frowning as he remembered them being brought here. In his memory, the girl opened the door whilst the man aimed at them with his gun. The girl opened the door. Her hand had just-

»Wait a minute!«

Marcus watched Hilmar push his arm through the opening, obviously feeling for the door. In the glooming light, Marcus could see his strained expression, but then, it turned into a grin. A moment later, there was a clicking sound, and Hilmar fell backwards as the door opened.

Marcus wiped his eyes and worked himself to his feet.

»Was this some engineer’s magic?«

Hilmar, having freed his arm, grinned like a Cheshire cat. When Marcus had staggered onto the corridor, he pointed at the door handle.

»This door has a turning lock, like public toilets, but on the outside! All I had to do was to stretch my arm and turn it around!«

Marcus chuckled and patted his friend’s shoulder. Then, he went back inside and took the rum bottle, handing it to Hilmar.

»Just a few drops left for you!«

Hilmar emptied the bottle. Then, he grabbed it by its neck and slammed it against the door. Holding the broken glass like a dagger, he suddenly showed a grim expression.

»Now, let’s kick some asses, and rip a few bellies!«

***

Emma’s first thought was that heaven looked a bit shabby, more like a neon light. Then, as she felt a bruise on her arm, she more and more realized that she was indeed staring at a real neon light, and that she was still inside the cellar room, though now lying on her back, still bound and gagged. The noose around her neck was still there, but now, she saw a hole in the ceiling where the hook had come off. A wave of relief shot through Emma’s body.

»Uuhmmph! Mhhmm!«

Something moved underneath her, and Emma realized that she was lying on top of Martina, who was lying on her belly and tits, trying to catch breath. Emma rolled to her side, so Martina could do the same – and she screamed into her gag, as she now saw Nabia standing at the wall she had used to get to her feet. The Black was still gagged and sporting the armbinder, but her legs were free, and she was now looking at them with a stern expression.

However, she suddenly disappeared from Emma’s sight as the door opened, and two men stormed inside, one waving a broken bottle.

»Marlene!«

The man dropped the bottle and stormed towards the still unconscious hooded woman, bending over her. His comrade approached Emma and Martina.

»Silvana! Where is she?«

»Uuhhmmm! Mhhmmmmph!«

The man seemed to realize that Emma couldn’t answer, and he started to work on her gag. His body prevented Emma from looking behind him, but when finally, he could pull the sodden panties from her mouth, followed by some saliva, Emma could see that the Black had vanished.

A few minutes later, both Martina and Emma were freed, with the two hugging each other whilst still lying on the floor, panting and sobbing. Hilmar had removed the still buzzing vibrator from Marlene and opened the crotch strap, but then, he had started to work on the buckles of her hood. Marcus now approached, working on her armbinder.

»Is she okay?«

»I don’t know! She’s still breathing, but-«

He now could take the hood off, only to see that Marlene’s head was wrapped in tape he now carefully unwound. Marcus had opened the laces of the armbinder when he saw a piece of rope protruding from Marlene’s rear. Frowning, he decided to leave that to either herself or Hilmar, and he concentrated on removing the sheath.

Hilmar felt more relieved than ever in his life when he had removed Marlene’s blindfold and her eyes blinked. He kissed her forehead, and then continued to remove the tape from her mouth. Once he had also removed the cleave gag, he could finally pull two pairs of sodden panties from her mouth. Marlene panted and it took her a few attempts before she could finally croak:

»I – I thought of y-you!«

Hilmar took her in his arms and kissed her lips, but he looked questioningly, and Marlene added:

»D-during my o-o-orgasm!«

Tears ran down her cheeks, and she let out a helpless mixture of chuckling and sobbing, as Hilmar gently kissed her again. Marcus looked at the other captives, noticing that Martina had sat up, focussing him and making no attempt to hide her bareness.

»They took Silvana with them! Together with my daughter!«

***

Ben smiled when he looked at the display of his phone. The picture was dark, but it was clear for him to see that Judith had taken a shot from underneath her skirt – and she seemed to have removed her panties!

»Karl has to concentrate on the traffic, but maybe, you want some impression from our trip! See you soon!«

»Once I have used this on Karl, I have something else for you, Darling!«, he thought by himself, patting his stun gun.

***

»At least, he now will have a little reminder of you!«, Karl grinned, showing the message he had just sent to Ben from Judith’s phone. The girl didn’t react, as she hadn’t either when he had put the phone under her skirt to take the picture. Judith was still unconscious, and besides, her mouth was stuffed by a pair of Martina’s panties Karl had taken with him when they had kidnapped the Hartensteins from Emma’s apartment. They were held in by several rounds of black tape that were also wrapped over Judith’s eyes. The rest of the roll, he had used to tie her entire upper body, and her legs from her knees down to her ankles.

Karl was sure that Ben wouldn’t call the Police once he would recognize that he was waiting in vain, but he had to get rid of the van anyway. In addition, he needed someone to help him with his now five captives.

He stopped the car and typed a number he hadn’t used for months. It belonged to two guys that were named Brahim and Ahmed, though Karl usually referred to them as »Tweedledumb« and »Tweedledumbass«. Both were not the brightest, but they were loyal, and they were in Germany.

He grinned and looked at the wall behind which he knew the naked, bound and gagged Silvana was waiting. It had started with her and her girlfriend doing a true crime podcast about his great-grandaunt, which had caused some trouble for Karl’s family. Brahim and Ahmed had been ordered to frighten the girls and failed, but now, he could have use for them.

»Brahim, my friend!«, he said in Arabic once the man had answered his call, »I could need some help in earning a few hundred Grand! Listen-«

A few minutes later, he started towards a new direction, where Tweedledumb and Tweedledumbass would be expecting him. Obviously, they had not done so well during the last months, for when he had mentioned the money, Brahim hadn’t hesitated for long.

A faint noise from his right indicated to him that Judith was regaining her consciousness. Karl reached over to her, pushing his hand under her skirt and feeling for her naked middle.

»I am afraid your and Ben’s plan didn’t work out, but you can still enjoy an interesting insight into the White Slavery business! However, you won’t be my partner – but part of the merchandize!«

His laughter drowned the girl’s frantic mews as the car drove into the dawning night.

***

 Andreas Bruckner kicked down on the brake of his car. On this side road in the middle of nowhere, he would perhaps have expected a deer to cross his way, but this definitely wasn’t a deer.

His jaw dropped as he loosened his belt and left the car. There, kneeling beside the road, was a woman, a tall black woman, and she was stark naked. Haunted by all kinds of thoughts, he approached her.

»Oh my God, Miss, what happ-«

The edge of Nabia’s right hit his neck as he bent over her, and Andreas collapsed. One minute later, Nabia was wearing his Jeans and jacket, and was driving away in his car. She had taken the man’s phone and purse, too, for she would have to go on a long trip. If she told Uncle Kofi what had happened, she would be doomed – and in addition, she wanted to teach both Karl and Judith a lesson they would not forget so soon!

***

A search of the old asylum had brought them some discarded clothes for Emma, Martina and Marlene, but there was neither a sign of Silvana, Annika and the others, nor any hint where they had gone. Marcus had tears in his eyes, and he slammed his fist against the wall.

»Don’t you think this is over, you bastard! I will find Silvie and you, and if I will have to hunt you to hell and back!«

Hilmar placed his hand on his friend’s shoulders. With his other arm, he was helping Marlene to stay on her feet. She was still too weak to walk on her own, but now, she spoke to him, her voice hoarse, but steady:

»I will help you!«

Hilmar could feel how this sign of courage made her tremble, and he tightened his grip around her as he said:

»So, if Marlene won’t take a few weeks off to recover, I can also take my remaining holiday to help you in your search! So, it will be the three of us!«

Behind them, Martina cleared her throat. She was aided by Emma, and she just sported an old lab coat that barely closed over her ample boobs, but she also seemed determined.

»I want my daughter back! So, once I have made it back to Würzburg and have taken care that both Ketteler and Schmidt end up behind bars, I will give you all the support money can buy! If necessary, you pay these thugs any sum they demand for my daughter – and for your girlfriend, of course!«

Martina felt Emma take her hand, and she looked at her, forcing a smile on her face.

»If you are not too appalled by my presence, I could need a new co-CEO!«

Emma gasped, but Martina came closer and added, whispering into her ear:

»I could also need some support until Lisa’s back home – emotional support!«

And so, as the group approached Marcus’ car, Emma firmly held Martina’s hand and though she was also worried about the fate of the kidnapped girls, she felt very, very light at the same time.

The End

(so far)