Ebony and Ivory 3

Martina hesitated. She wanted to get something for her money, at least, a sign of life from her daughter. However, Ben just repeated his order, now showing his gun to her. She didn’t fear he would shoot, but if Marcus would try something, Ben could either fire first and kill him, or at least buy enough time to drive away.

In a split second, she made a decision: she placed the suitcase on the ground, and then, she asked for Lisa. As she had expected, Ben told her she would get further information once he had gotten away with the money. He laughed when Martina called him a bastard, but when she returned for her car, her expression showed rather determination than devastation.

»Prepare to jump off when I stop next – and then, get him!«, she said towards Marcus once the door had fallen shut. She then left the parking lot, seeing Ben mockingly wave at her with his gun barrel. Martina stopped as soon as she was out of sight, and when the car slowed down on the side lane, Marcus unlocked the boot and jumped out of it once it had come to a halt.

The distance back to the parking lot was some 500 yards, and Marcus climbed over the railing to approach it through the bushes. It would cost him some time, but since he wasn’t familiar with the use of guns, he wanted to have the element of surprise.

However, when he reached the parking lot, it was on Marcus to be surprised: Ben had left his car and walked towards the suitcase. However, he now stood in front of it, and when Marcus looked closer, he could see that he had raise his hands. Then, he noticed someone approach Ben from the other side. It was a tall woman, and she was black. In her hand, she held a gun that pointed at Ben.

»What the-«

Marcus ducked behind a bush, knowing it would offer little protection from a bullet. In the morning sun, he could see another detail: the woman was wearing no shoes. From what Marlene had told them about their ordeal, he had an idea who she was. His sorrow for Silvana took over, and Marcus rose from his cover.

»Freeze, Nabia!«

Instead of obeying, the woman threw herself to the ground, firing into his direction, but missing him because her bullet had grazed Ben’s arm. Marcus ducked, and Ben cursed, reaching for his own gun he was carrying in his belt. Marcus, who had been holding his weapon ready to fire, added a shot into the air by accidentally pulling the trigger.

Ben had now raised his gun, but instead of firing, he ran for his car. Nabia fired again, hitting his leg. Ben yelled, and his walking turned into a limp, but he managed to get inside his car. Seconds later, the engine howled, and he left the parking lot.

Now, Nabia came to her feet and approached the suitcase, her gun aiming at Marcus’ direction. He knew that if he raised, she would hit him, whilst he would most likely miss her over the distance. So, he just watched as Nabia grabbed the bag and then withdrew.

»Come on, God, wasn’t the original situation just difficult enough?«, he murmured, looking up to heaven as he walked back to Martina’s car. She had heard the shots and was relieved that Marcus was okay, but of course, she was not amused that now, they had lost the money and Ben was on the run.

»What if he decides to leave – and Lisa will starve if nobody finds her?«

Her lips trembled, and though Marcus had similar concerns for Silvana, he put her arm around her. Martina sobbed a little, but then, she cleaned her nose and forced herself to calm down.

»Maybe, I am too pessimistic!«

Then, she looked at Marcus and added:

»May I please see – the picture?«

He knew what she meant: the picture of Lisa Ben had sent her, the last sign of life from her daughter. Since it had been the only mobile left, the conversation had been done via Marcus’ phone, and he handed it to her. Martina gulped, preparing for the fact that on the photo, Lisa was naked and gagged. She stared at the image – and suddenly, her eyes narrowed. She enlarged the picture, staring at its left side where a part of an arm could be seen. At first, Marcus didn’t understand her reaction: after all, they knew that Ben had other captives, too. But then, he saw what had drawn Martina’s attention: on the upper arm, there was a birthmark, light red and the size of a coin. Martina tipped on the display with her index finger.

»That’s Emma! Oh my God, this bastard has sent me an old picture of Lisa!«

Marcus, who had realized that the shared kidnapping brought Martina and her secretary closer together, didn’t wonder why Martina knew so much about where Emma had birthmarks. Martina panted at the implications of that information. With all her remaining willpower, she managed to vocalize them:

»So, either he no longer has Lisa in his clutches and tried to fool us, or he no longer has her – or, or-«

She was unable to say it, and Marcus just nodded grimly. It could also mean that Lisa was gone, either killed or sold. He rummaged through his head for something optimistic in the whole situation, and though it was the lesser of two evils, he said:

»I think they are still alive! I mean, these thugs are Slavers, and both Lisa and Silvie are beautiful! Whatever else, I think they are still alive!«

Martina looked at him, a tear in the corner of her eye.

»Sometimes, the straw of hope is very thin!«

She then shook her head and with a steadier voice, she added:

»We better get home to the others, before Nabia decides to go after us and to eliminate the only witnesses!«

***

Silvana looked up when she saw the men return, each of them carrying something a bit bulky. Ahmed placed a small table in a corner, and Brahim put a chair beside it. He had also carried a big gym bag he now put on the floor. Finally, Karl appeared, on his one hand an opened laptop he put on the table.

»We don’t want to miss the moment your mother responds to our mail – but a computer can also be used for other purposes!«

He had carried a smaller object in his left and now plugged it to the laptop. It was a webcam, and Silvana was sure that soon, it would be them who would be filmed.

»Now, there is no need to talk around it, Ladies: you are going to be sold, and this being the 21st century, we will have to show our costumers what we, or rather you, have to offer via the internet! So, we will produce a short clip in which each of you will tell something about herself! And since maybe, Martina will spare some of you that fate, we will sort you by the likeliness of you being rescued. So, it will be Judith we begin with!«

Karl leaned against the wall, his hand ostentatiously on the gun in his belt, whilst Judith was uncuffed by Ahmed and Brahim sat behind the laptop. The girl massaged her wrists and then, she removed the tape from her lips and spat out the rubber ball. Her eyes showed fear, defiance and a glimpse of hope that things wouldn’t be that hard.

»Just remember the penalty rule is still active, Judith! So, if you refuse following any of my orders, I have to think that you want your colleagues to suffer! If so, just be as reluctant as you want – but keep in mind that they maybe won’t forget until you are alone!«

Judith opened her mouth to say something, but finally just croaked:

»What do you want me to do?«

»First of all, I want you to remove your panties!«

For a few seconds, the girl just stood there, but before Karl could say something and maybe start giving her penalty points, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled down the garment, revealing a trimmed thatch of light brown pubic hair. Karl said something in Arabic to Brahim who then typed a few words. With a grin, Karl explained:

»I just told him to put a razor and shaving foam on the list – unless you prefer other forms of hair removal, Judith!«

The girl shuddered and instinctively covered her middle with her left. Karl told her to pick up her discarded panties and pointed on the bed.

»Now, as you can see, there are plenty of clothespins. So, I want you to pin these panties to the nipple of the girl you prefer will be gagged with them later!«

This order caused a gasp from all four captives, plus a chuckle from Ahmed who was also watching the scene closely. Judith looked at the bed, at the underwear in her hand, and then at the bed again. Only a day before, such an idea could have come from her own devious mind.

Silvana saw how Judith’s green eyes wandered over their bodies. Whom would she choose? Lisa, or her, who were most likely to be spared her fate? Abina, her former boss? Or maybe Annika, who was a Policewoman and therefore a criminal’s natural enemy, so to say?

»Mhhmmm! Nnnggg!«

Lisa squirmed in her bonds when Judith finally bent over her and, plucking one of the clothespins from Abina’s pubic hair, pinned the panties to her left breast. Karl clapped his hands.

»Good! Now, for an image! If I just offer a bunch of pretty girls, that would be not very distinguishing and so, we have to – individualize you a bit! Now, put on all the items Ahmed will be so kind to hand to you. I hope that they fit! If not, try not to show it!«

Ahmed unzipped the gym bag and, on Karl’s order, handed a pair of black boots to Judith. They had high platform heels, zippers on each side, and they reached up to the girl’s knees. Somehow, the boots made her look even more naked than before.

There was, however, no danger that Judith would be too covered, for the only other item she got was a broad belt, some six inches wide, that she had to buckle uncomfortably tight. As a final touch, Ahmed gave her a pair of black sunglasses she had to push up her forehead. Then, she had to get into position.

Brahim had to hand over his chair, and Judith had to place it beside her and place one foot on the seat, turning to the camera. The position left little to imagination, even more as Karl insisted that she stood straight and put her shoulders back, to emphasize her boobs.

»Now, look at the lens, and answer my questions! There is no need to sound lascivious, some customers are also attracted by reluctance, shyness, or rage!«

It seemed that Judith was choosing something between rage and fear, and Karl seemed satisfied, for he asked:

»Now, Judith, tell us a bit about yourself! Not your life story, just the essentials, i. e. age, height and bra size!«

Judith took a deep breath before she said:

»I am 24, 5’9``, and I – I am a 34C!«

Silvana suddenly felt a little pity for Judith. She knew from experience that having to announce the bra size was humiliating, even if the breasts had been exposed before. Karl waited until Brahim had noted these facts.

»Now, highest level of education!«

Judith seemed a bit amazed by the decrease of intimacy, but this was an information she had no problems to give:

»After secondary school, I became a nurse!«

»Language skills?«

»German, English, a little French.«

»Preferred sexual position?«

Judith gasped and stared at Karl who showed her a wolfish grin.

»This is not a job proposal! So, just answer – or we will find out the hard way!«

The grin on Ahmed’s face showed that he would love if Judith chose the hard way, but though she was blushing all over and only breathed, she finally answered:

»D-Doggie style!«

Now, Brahim asked something in Arabic, and Karl said:

»My colleague apologizes, but his German is a bit bad. So, would you mind explaining to him that term? Don’t be shy of using your body language, if it becomes too clumsy, we will cut this out!«

Judith blushed even deeper, but she then focussed Brahim and, her eyes still on the lens, she went on all fours.

»The girl goes like this – and the man gets behind her!«

Brahim still seemed a bit slow on the uptake, and so, Karl stepped behind Judith. He kept his pants on, but he placed his hands on the girl’s hips and stood so close his Jeans rubbed against her buttocks. Now, Brahim seemed to understood and laughed, uttering a few barking sounds. Karl also smiled and playfully slapped Judith’s buttocks before he returned to his place.

»Okay, we maybe keep this for the outtakes! Now, Judith, since you have shown to be a good girl so far, you may also want to help us in presenting the others! Let’s start with our lovely Doctor!«

***

Nabia couldn’t be called emotional, and the little shootout was just a light sparring in comparison to other situations in her past. And yet, she now felt a fast change of emotions run through her body.

The adrenaline during the shooting, and when she had then run back to her car was something she knew, and it almost worked like a strong coffee. Then, when she had brought a few miles between herself and the parking lot, and had opened the suitcase, Nabia had thought as if she had won the lottery and her sorrows were over.

She couldn’t tell exactly how much the gold bar was worth, but it weighed some kilo, and the Dollars and Euros that were also in the bag counted some 60.000 Euros. Nabia was rich!

However, she then more and more came to the conclusion that the money was not yet enough. It would allow her to hide from Uncle Kofi until the old man had lost interest in hunting for her, but there was still her family. Nabia guessed that the money would allow her to get all of them to Europe, but then, they would have to lay low for another year or two, and for all that, she needed at least twice the sum.

Then, there was Abina. It wasn’t that she could be called a friend. Nabia had acted as Abina’s bodyguard, and also had an eye on her that she did what Uncle Kofi wanted. Then, when things at the asylum had gone South quickly, she and Abina had even considered going into the White Slavery business. Well, Abina would now experience it from the other side, though in her case, it couldn’t be called White Slavery.

Nabia scoffed. She was an Ashanti, and her ancestors had also profited from the slave trade, but this was no longer the 19th century. And in addition, whilst Nabia wouldn’t have bothered to send the spoiled blondes into slavery, Abina was a different thing. Abina had been born with a silver spoon, but she had also struggled to gain her position as a Doctor in a foreign country. In other words, she just deserved better than to end up in some secret harem.

»Seems that this isn’t over yet! And since I have no idea where Ben is licking his wounds, I think I should get to where this money came from!«

***

Abina stood beside Judith, her arms defensively crossed in front of her breasts. Once the men had uncuffed her, she had pulled up her panties. Karl had not stopped her and only insisted that she would remain gagged.

»Judith will do the talking for you – and if things are unclear, you still can nod or shake your head. Now, let me see, you are 28, and, if I see you stand beside Judith, I’d guess you are 5’10. Am I right so far, Abina?«

Abina hesitated, but nodded when Karl reached for his gun. So far, nothing too private had been revealed.

»All right, now, for the last information. Put your hands behind your head!«

Karl had to give her one penalty point before she raised her arms and folded her hands at the back of her head. Her breasts heaved as she panted from embarrassment.

»Now, Judith, step behind her and cup Abina’s breasts! If she lowers her arms, or hesitates in any other way, you pinch her nipples!«

Abina’s eyes widened as she felt the other’s hands on her boobs. But she managed to hold still, though she now let out fluttering breaths.

»Now, Judith, feel well, take your time, and then tell us what you guess is Abina’s bra size! If you are wrong, you’ll get another chance, but each failure will get you penalty points!«

Abina mewed when Judith now groped her firm breasts. She had been forced to tell her size before, and this was just to humiliate her even more. It seemed to take ages until Judith finally said:

»She’s a 36D!«

»Is that true, Abina? Are you a 36D? Please, look directly into the lens!«

Abina nodded, staring at the camera as if it was a venomous snake. Judith withdrew her hands, but Karl told her:

»Oh, you are not finished yet, dear Judith! Please, feel again, and tell me whether they seem all natural to you. This firmness can’t be a product of nature and fitness!«

More groping followed, and Abina moaned again. Silvana could see that Judith took her job seriously, clawing her fingers into the Black’s breasts, before she confirmed that they were all natural. Karl told Judith to remove her hands and let his eyes wander over Abina’s breasts.

»A real wonder of nature! Are you proud of this pair of yours, Abina?«

He seemed to wait for an answer, and after a few seconds that gained her another penalty point, she shook her head. Karl shrugged.

»Well, you have other things to be proud of, of course! So, you have a doctor’s degree in psychiatry, and whilst I am sure you also speak some Ghanan idioms, let’s focus on the more common languages. Am I right that you are fluent in German, English and French?«

Abina nodded, and Karl then told Judith:

»Pull her panties down, but just over her hips!«

It could not be said whether it took Abina more self-control to keep her hands folded at her nape or not to scream into her gag as for the second time on this morning, her private area was exposed. Karl ordered:

»Now, Brahim will play a tune, and you’ll dance until your panties slide down to your ankles! The more effort you show, the sooner it will be over!«

»Nnnggg!«

Abina shook her head, and her hands went to her front to cover her bareness, though she didn’t dare to pull up her panties again. Obviously, Karl had reached the point where her sense of modesty and dignity was stronger than her fear.

Karl drew his gun, but only to hand it over to Ahmed. Then, he slowly took off his belt and let it swish through the air.

»There’s a market for girls with whip marks, too – but I am not sure whether these are the customers you’d like to attract, Abina! BTW, that was your third penalty point!«

He fell silent, and for a few seconds, the two just stared at each other. Abina let out a strange squeal, expressing her helpless rage and humiliation. Then, she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head again. Brahim started a music tune, and Abina began to shake her hips and danced on the spot. Her boobs bounced, and since Brahim had chosen something fast, she was soon sweating and panting. The panties slid down very slow, and only when they had reached her knees, things went easier for the poor Black. Karl made a gesture to Brahim and then said:

»Now, pick them with your toes and throw them onto the body of the girl you want to be gagged with them! Judith will then do the favour of fixing them with a clothespin!«

Raising her leg whilst being naked was just another level of embarrassment, but Abina managed to do so. Then, with an angry glance, she handed the panties to Judith. Karl laughed.

»That’s a nice one! I withdrew two penalty points for being imaginative! Judith, Abina’s choice is Abina’s choice!«

Reluctantly, Judith picked the panties, then grabbed a clothespin and pinned the garment to her left nipple. Her look at Abina showed some hatred, and this hadn’t gone unnoticed to Karl.

»Judith, you may now find something decent for Abina to get dressed! Just choose whatever you consider right from the gym bag!«

Judith bent over the bag, either not bothering or not noticing how she exposed her butt this way. Brahim said something in Arabic, and the men laughed. Silvana had understood one word, »Kelp«, the Arabic word for dog, and she had an idea in which direction the joke went.

Judith chose a white scarf with fringes and a necklace made of fake pearls. She hung the necklace around Abina’s neck, taking care it hung between her breasts. The scarf, she folded into a triangle and then tied it around Abina’s waist, so it covered one of her hips, but neither her middle nor her buttocks. On her lips, Silvana could see a glimpse of her former glee.

»Okay, that looks nice, thank you, Judith! Now, Abina, for one last question! You know which one I am talking about! Oh, and since you are gagged, you may use your hands to describe it!«

Had a hole opened in the floor, Abina would deliberately have jumped into it. However, there was no such escape, and so, she finally made a gesture like Spock’s Vulcan greeting. With the index finger of her other hand, she brushed over the skin between her fingers.

»You like Pythons?«, Brahim burst out, and Ahmed chuckled. Karl also grinned, but then, he stopped them and said:

»You fools, I am sure our Doctor loves it if a man does it to her with his tongue? Am I right?«

He looked at her whilst both Ahmed and Brahim made obscene gestures with their tongues. Abina cringed and lowered her head, but she nodded. Karl seemed satisfied, for he then gave a few orders to his men.

The two grabbed Abina and made her sit on the chair. Ahmed cuffed her wrists behind her head and then slung a narrow belt around her neck and slung through the chain of her cuffs. He buckled it at Abina’s throat, loose enough it didn’t block her breathing, but snug enough to keep her from struggling. Brahim meanwhile used two more belts to tie her ankles to the chair’s rear legs, forcing Abina to sit with her thighs open. Ahmed then stared at her pubic area and again flicked his tongue.

»Oh, one thing I almost forgot, Abina: are you into women?«

Abina shook her head before she realized that admitting to be hetero maybe wasn’t a good idea in her current predicament. However, Karl just shrugged.

»Well, you still have one penalty point, haven’t you?«

On his order, the two henchmen grabbed Judith and cuffed her hands behind her back.

»Aaaauuhhmmph!«

The girl screamed when Ahmed roughly plucked the panties from her nipple, but before she could get loud, he stuffed the garment deep into her mouth and sealed it in with a few rounds of tape. Then, Judith was forced to sit astride Abina, and her ankles were tied close to Abina’s, so she had to sit on her lap and their breasts touched.

Karl had meanwhile looked at the laptop, and he looked almost apologetically at Annika.

»I would have loved to have Judith play with you, too, but it seems that Martina has answered our mail! Now, let’s see what she’s saying!«

***

»I can’t believe it! Is this some kind of cruel prank?«

Martina wasn’t angry because Emma had read her mail, but because of the fact that a few hours after Ben had tried to get money from her, she had gotten a message from Karl now, with about the same offer: pay for your daughter, or she will be sold into slavery.

The difference was that in this case, a newspaper had been added to the picture of Lisa; once again gagged, and though the newspaper covered her breasts, it seemed that she was naked on this one, too. The camera had zoomed to her, but on the right corner, there was a bit of brown skin, implying that this was Abina.

The message said:

»Your daughter will have a successful future ahead, either here or somewhere abroad. If you prefer the first option, we already got offers up to 400.000. So, for 500.000, she will be yours! In case you want to offer others a future in Germany, we have another Blonde for the same prize, a redhead for 350.000, plus a brunette and a Black with a doctor’s degree, the two latter for 300.000 each! We would be glad to hear from you!«

Emma had expected Martina with this message, and she and Marcus had told what had happened at the parking lot. Now, they had all gathered around the computer, looking at the message from Karl. Martina finally said:

»We need time! I mean, nearly all the money I had in cash is now in Nabia’s hands, and I can’t get more until Tuesday! By then, I should be able to scratch together some million – if I take money from the company, too!«

Marcus took a sip from Martina’s excellent Whiskey, though it could also have been some cheap moonshine. The problem wasn’t so much the time, but the amount of money. Martina had enough for Lisa and Silvana, but not for Annika. The poor Policewoman he had more or less persuaded in helping him and Hilmar, ending with her being kidnapped, too.

»If only we could act, instead of just sitting around and reacting!«

Hilmar scoffed.

»If you’ve got an idea, call ,me interested!«

He forced himself to concentrate on facts:

»All right, Karl says he has got five women to offer – according to what he says, these are Lisa, Silvana, Annika – and Abina. I have no idea who number five is! Maybe, they quarrelled, and it is this Judith, which would explain why Ben is operating on his own!«

»Ben is wounded«, Marcus added. »I mean, I couldn’t see details, but he got hit in the leg! If it wasn’t just a scratch, and if he goes to a real hospital instead of some underworld feldsher, we could get him and ask him some less polite questions!«

Of course, even if they managed to find out in which hospital Ben was, it would be difficult to get close to him – and almost impossible to talk to him, friendly or not, before the Police did. Marlene, who had been silent during the discussion, said:

»What about Nabia?«

She hesitated to speak further, for when Judith had switched sides and Karl had overpowered both Abina and Nabia, she had been hooded, with her ears plugged, unable to notice the outer world and obsessed only by the vibrating balls inside her. However, Martina and Emma had also seen that Nabia definitely had no reason to like either Ben or Karl.

»Karl and Judith humiliated her, and left her behind«, Martina added, »She will definitely not ally with one of them! I mean, she fired on Ben, that sure wasn’t a fake!«

»And maybe, she wants to free Abina as much as we want to free Lisa and Silvana!«

Marlene didn’t mention Annika whom she hadn’t even seen during their captivity. Marcus grimly looked at his phone.

»The only problem is that we can’t contact her, and offer her a temporary collaboration, based on our shared hatred against Karl!«

»That depends«, Emma suddenly said, and when all looked at her, she slightly blushed.

»Well, tonight, I went up, and I – I hid something in the inner lining of the suitcase! A tracking device! I know«, she added, looking apologetically at Martina, »you were against it, but I thought that we should take this chance of getting a track of these – these bastards!«

Martina stared at her. Then, she got up and grabbed Emma’s shoulders. Hilmar prepared to interrupt the two, but Martina just kissed Emma’s lips.

»You – You mean, we can – track her?«

Emma lowered her head, though she didn’t shy away from Martina who had grabbed her hands.

»As I said, it depends on the fact if Nabia was expecting such a move. Maybe, she had just emptied the suitcase and it will lead us back to the parking lot!«

She sat in front of the computer and began starting a program, obviously the tracking device. Marcus now remembered another detail about Nabia:

»She had been wearing no shoes – and now that I think about it, her clothes looked rather stolen together than anything! So, it seems she has no hideout and is working on her own! Maybe, we can just-«

He fell silent when he saw that the program Emma had opened now said: »Signal detected!« There was even an offer to show the location on Google Maps. Emma took a deep breath; then, she clicked on the link and the map opened.

»By my Grandfather’s pubic hair!«, Hilmar hissed, and despite being tense, too, Marlene couldn’t help giggling.

The signal indicated that Nabia, or at least the suitcase, was just some 100 yards away. Marcus reached for the gun he still had in his belt.

»Either, she has a friend among your neighbours-«

»Or, she’s observing us!«, Marlene finished his thought. Reflexively, they looked over their shoulders, expecting Nabia to look through their window right now.

»Now, what do you suggest?«, Hilmar asked, »shall one of us get outside, waving a parliamentary flag, and invite her in, whilst the others prepare some coffee?«

Marlene’s eyes suddenly flickered, and her voice trembled, but at the same time, she seemed determined:

»M-Maybe, I-I h-have got a b-better idea!«

***