Ebony and Ivory 4

Karl read Martina’s message carefully, though it was rather short. Surprisingly matter-of-factly, Martina told him that she had little money in cash, but could get at least one million, maybe even one and a half, by Tuesday, when the banks would re-open. He wondered why she didn’t plead more. Sure, Martina begged him to treat Lisa well, but he somehow had expected more excitement from the mother whose daughter he had abducted.

»So, your mother is willing to pay – and since she said that she can afford at least one million, it sounds as if she’s talking about you as well, Silvana!«

Beside Silvana, Lisa panted and let out some fluttering breaths, showing her relief. Silvana also felt hope, but she also looked at Karl’s face for any cruelty. However, he seemed just glad that he could announce Martina’s offer. Now, he turned towards Annika who was forcing herself to remain calm as he stared at her breasts:

»Maybe, you are also part of the package, for Martina can’t say exactly how much money she can scratch together. Anyway, and that’s the bitter pill for our two blondes, too, she can’t get any money until Tuesday, which means we have to stay together for another two days!«

Lisa mewed, but Silvana and Annika remained calm. Somehow, Silvana doubted that Karl would sell, if one used his vocabulary, »damaged good«. The next 48 hours would be no picnic, but he would not go too far. At least, that was what she hoped.

There was a short conversation in Arabic, and it seemed that Ahmed and Brahim had mixed feelings about having to let their beautiful captives go, though it would make them both rich men. Silvana looked over to the chair where Abina and Judith tried to sit as motionless as possible, to at least not turn their forced skin contact into rubbing and grinding. Whatever the next two days would bring, these two would be excluded.

»Now, it seems that at least two of you are no longer slaves, but guests! And as you sure know, hospitality’s holy to any Arab!«

***

Nabia ducked deeper in her car seat. She had chosen a place from which she could observe Martina’s door and carport, but that of course held the risk of getting seen as well. The door now opened, and for a second, she thought it was Martina, but then, she recognized Marlene, accompanied by a tall man. She had never before seen him, but according to Karl, he had left both the boyfriends of Marlene and Silvana inside a cell, and so, this was most likely Marlene’s. He escorted her to a small car, and then, they drove off.

»The nest empties!«, Nabia thought when she noticed that the door was still open. Now, another man stepped out, and there were also Emma and Martina. She cursed: now, she could not tell what the others were up to if she followed these three.

The man waited by the second car in the carport, and he ostentatiously looked the other direction when Martina and Emma hugged and kissed. Nabia grinned a bit wistfully; at least, these two had found each other during their captivity.

Then, however, she saw both Emma and the man enter the car and leave, too, with Martina looking after them. Nabia frowned. She could understand why Marlene and her boyfriend had returned to their place, and Silvana’s boyfriend could also have a reason to leave. But why did Emma leave Martina alone? Anyway, it meant that there now was only one person in the house!

Right now, Martina still stood in the carport, walking over to a bike and brushing over its saddle. Obviously, it had belonged to Lisa when she had been younger, for Martina wiped over her eyes; then, she went back for the door leading inside and got back in.

The door was one of these safety doors that closed very slowly, and Nabia made her decision in a fraction of a second. She looked around at the empty street, and then, she rushed over to the mansion and into the carport where she brought her finger between the door and the frame just before it fell shut. Again, she looked if anyone had seen her, at the same time listening for sounds from inside. Everything was quiet.

Nabia slipped inside and let the door fall shut. If Martina heard the sound, she would think that now, she was saved again. Nabia drew her gun and looked up the few stairs leading up to the next door. If she got detected now, Martina could scream, run out of the main door, or call the cops. Maybe, the rich woman even had a panic room installed at her mansion.

However, if Nabia managed to catch her, she would be able to improve her current situation quite a bit!

She put her ear to the door, and when there was again no sound, she entered the corridor. Where was Martina?

Nabia sneaked forward and saw a vast living room, with glasses and other signs that this had been used as a conference centre by her and the other four. However, there still was no sign of her target. Nabia thought twice.

»Her daughter has been kidnapped! So, I guess she’s in her room!«

She had no idea where Lisa’s room was, but she guessed  it would be upstairs. So, she sneaked up the main stairs and listened. From one corridor, she could hear faint music, and Nabia smiled: obviously, Martina was playing one of Lisa’s favourite songs, to be with her in her thoughts.

»I don’t mind the two of you reunited soon, I just want some pieces of the cake for me!«, she thought as she approached the room from which the music emerged. The door was ajar, and since the corridor was darker than the room, Nabia thought she could risk having a closer look.

Her eyes fell on a large cupboard with a mirror on it, showing her more of the interior. There was a large bed with a pink coverlet, and Nabia could also see the room opened to a balcony. There was a foot and a piece of leg, indicating Martina was sitting on the bed.

The song stopped, and Nabia heard the sound of the bed springs as Martina got up, obviously to get to the stereo and play it again. She entered, and indeed, Martina stood in front of one of the shelves, her back turned towards her.

Nabia’s German wasn’t good enough for a witty remark, and so, she just got close and pressed the barrel of her gun to Martina’s temple, clamping her mouth shut with her left.

***

»Look, I know that you helped me through school – I just thought you did so because we are friends, not to blackmail me!«

Hauptkommissar Bernd Seifert had wondered when Hilmar had phoned him once they were at his home where he had access to his reserve mobile. Bernd’s wife had told him that her husband had to work, though it was Easter Sunday, and so, he had phoned his office at the Würzburg Police, asking his friend to do something for him.

»It’s not blackmailing, I need a favour – and I am not asking you to kill someone, I just need an information!«

»A classified information! And you are even refusing to tell me what this is all about! Hilmar, what is going on?«

»Come on, it’s really important! If you do this one thing for me, I promise the next favour I am asking from you will be if you want to be my best man at my wedding!«

Bernd scoffed. When Hilmar had married Elisa, it had been her brother who had become best man, and Hilmar knew that Bernd had suffered from that. Marlene, who was listening to the conversation, gulped. Had this just been a very weird proposal?

»Ah, I hate you, Hilmar! I will call you within the next 30 minutes!«

Hilmar had come up with the idea to call Bernd, for if Ben had searched help at a hospital with his wound, the doctors had to report that to the Police. If so, and if Bernd would tell them, they would know for how long Ben would be out of the game, and if Bernd’s colleagues were following a track to the kidnapped girls.

»After all we know, he’s no longer together with Karl, and Nabia is also not his friend! Maybe, we can at least eliminate one opponent!«

He held Marlene in his arms, but she still was a bit reluctant to his caresses. When the phone rang, Hilmar responded after the first signal. Bernd now seemed even more concerned:

»Hilmar, are you dealing with criminals? If so, you know that you don’t have to blackmail me for help, for it’s my fucking job!«

»What’s up?«

Reluctantly, Bernd reported that indeed a man fitting the description had been brought to the Universitätsklinik some hour ago. He had been found unconscious in his car, and it seemed that he had lost quite some blood and would maybe limp for the rest of his life. However, he had regained his consciousness, and when asked who had shot him, he had given a very clear description to the Policeman taking protocol.

»He says the man who shot him was an Arab, but one who speaks perfect German and has the name ›Karl‹! So, either this is a very bad cover story, or he’s hallucinating, or you are messing with something bigger than yourself. Hilmar, I-«

»Tell your wife she’s lucky to have you! Thank you, Bernd!«, Hilmar ended the call and took Marlene’s hand.

»That’s a little light in the darkness! Let’s see if your plan works out better! I will just grab a few things, then, we can leave immediately!«

Marlene just nodded. It had cost her some self-control not to say anything when Hilmar had been talking to the Policeman. Maybe, Bernd was right, and they were really playing in a game too big for them.

She looked at her watch, telling her that it now was 37 minutes since they had left Martina’s mansion. This was the main problem of her plan: that both being too early and too late would endanger its success, and that none of them knew the right time.

***

»At least, it seems we are still alone!«

Though he was the man with the gun, Marcus felt a bit nervous as they approached the office building of »Pfister and Hartenstein«. Since they had to leave the house anyway, Emma had proposed that she could get to the office and see how much cash money was still in the company’s safe. Of course, she didn’t want to go alone, as there was a certain danger that either Schmidt or Ketteler would be there, and so, Marcus had accompanied her.

They had parked a little away, though the parking lot had been empty. Marcus then stood in the corridor, holding the gun like James Bond on a movie poster, whilst Emma sneaked inside Ketteler’s office. His predecessor had been one of the company’s founders, and he had had the safe there; and since it weighed several tons, they had simply left it there, because Martina hardly needed anything from that safe.

»Soon, this will be my office!«, Emma thought, remembering Martina mentioning she would need a new co-CEO. Then, however, she noticed that the safe was only ajar. She opened the door, and on the first view, she saw what had happened: some time between Martina telling him his plan had failed and now, Ketteler had been here, taking everything of value with him.

Emma cursed, and Marcus, who had never heard her use a bad word, looked inside. She told him what had happened, and Marcus felt a cold grip at his heart. Martina had told him she had some million on her private account, meaning she could pay for Lisa and Silvana. However, there was still Annika to worry about.

»So, what’s it going to be then? Is there another safe in here?«

Emma smiled humourlessly.

»About a dozen, I think, including the one at my office. However, they all contain just documents, nothing we need right now!«

Marcus cursed and slammed his fist against the wall. Then, he forced himself to calm down and he put his hand on Emma’s shoulder.

»Well, time for part two of our mission! With a little bit of luck, we will at least get the money from the suitcase back!«

***

Lisa’s room contained a so-called monkey swing, a chair made of bamboo sticks dangling from what looked like gallows. If  it wasn’t used by Lisa or one of her friends, it was usually occupied by a large Teddy bear that now was lying on the carpet, beside the cushion from the monkey swing, and stared at the ceiling.

Martina had been forced to sit on the bare bamboo bars whilst Nabia had tied her wrists behind the backrest, using a pair of Lisa’s pantyhose. She cinched the bonds and used a second hose to tie her wrists to the bars. Then, Nabia had cut another pantyhose in two and forced Martina to get her legs over the armrests. She had tied her knees off to the armrests then, forcing Martina to sit with her thighs splayed.

»Now, we can talk!«

She had started by asking why Martina had met with Ben, a question Martina answered deliberately; after all, she wanted to know whether Nabia knew where Lisa’s kidnappers were. However, Nabia shook her head.

»Don’t know! Looking for them myself!«

Martina suddenly seemed to understand what Nabia’s part in this was. She wasn’t just looking for revenge, but after Abina. And maybe, having the tall athletic Black on their side wasn’t the worst thing in their expected confrontation with Karl.

»Look, I have a clue where they are. My daughter, Silvana – and Abina! I-«

Her words ended in a croak as Nabia’s hand darted forward, grabbing her throat.

»Are you kidding me?«

»N-no!«, Martina croaked, »Karl – h-he sent me a m-message, asking for m-money!«

For a few seconds, Nabia had kept her in her vice grip, trying to figure out if she was lying. Then, she asked:

»Where message?«

»M-my laptop – in the l-living room!«

Nabia looked around, then grabbed two scarves from Lisa’s drawers. One, she balled up and crammed it into Martina’s mouth, the other, she tied tightly between her lips, knotting the ends off to the backrest, too, so Martina could hardly move, except for flailing her lower legs.

It took her some two minutes to get the laptop, and since it was still unlocked, she could read Karl’s message. Nabia needed some time to read the sentences written in German; then, she glanced at Martina.

»You pay 300.000 for Abina, plus half a million to me! Rest for Lisa! If you not pay, you die, and Lisa die!«

Martina moaned and shook her head, causing Nabia to bend over her, grabbing the front part of the linen dress she was wearing. With one brutal yank, she ripped the garment from her, leaving Martina in just her bra, panties and hose.

»You remember, I know your weakness!«

She brought her hands to Martina’s sides and tickled her skin, so the woman squirmed, mewed and flailed her lower legs. After a while, she paused, asking:

»You pay now?«

Martina panted, fighting to catch breath. Then, however, she shook her head no. Nabia grabbed her bra between the cups and ripped it away. Then, she pushed her hand into the pantyhose and took the front panel of her beige panties.

»Uuhhmmmmm! Nnnnnggggg!«

Nabia pulled upwards, giving Martina a front wedgie from hell as the panties were drawn between her legs. In addition, a few of her pubic hairs had gotten entangled in Nabia’s grip, adding to the pain. Nabia tensed her muscles and pulled, and whilst Martina screamed into her gag and reared up as much as her bonds allowed, she yanked on the panties until, after Martina thought she would be cut in two, the seams tore and she could pull the torn garment from between her legs.

Nabia then grabbed one of Martina’s ankles and started to tickle her sole. Again, the helpless woman squirmed, squealing and wheezing, and fearing she would pee any second. Her other calf twitched uncontrollably, and she almost passed out when finally, the doorbell could be heard.

»Who’s that?«

»Uhhmm!«

Nabia grabbed Martina’s scalp and with the other hand, she not very gently pulled the cleave gag from her mouth. She then removed the scarf.

»Who?«

Martina fought for breath, and she croaked:

»E-Emma! Sh-She brought Marcus h-home, a-and now-«

With a curse, Nabia stuffed the gag back in and tightened the cleave. Then, she balled up Martina’s torn panties in her left and grabbed her gun.

»Emma is other weakness! Soon, you will pay!«

When she left the room, Martina panted, and she saw herself in the mirror, naked, bound and gagged, dangling in the monkey swing. The others had taken their time, and now, she could only hope that Marlene’s plan would work out!

***

Emma’s heartbeat so hard she feared it would even be louder than the sound of the doorbell. So far, their plan had worked: According to her tracking device, the suitcase was inside a small Ford parked close to the mansion. The car had been empty, indicating that Nabia indeed seemed to be inside the house.

She had parked inside the carport and then walked over to the main door, not before she had provisionally refreshed her looks. If Nabia would see her and become suspicious too soon, they would not only lose her, but maybe even endanger Martina.

She took a deep breath when the door opened just a gap. One moment later, Emma’s wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled inside and slammed against the wall. The door was kicked shut, and before she could even utter a sound, Nabia had crammed something soft that tasted slightly bitter into her mouth and now was pressing her gun into her ribs.

»No false move! Don’t need you alive!«

»Same here!«

Nabia spun around, seeing that both Marcus and Hilmar were aiming at her with guns. They had placed themselves apart from each other, so by a surprise attack, she would only have hit one of them, and at the blank distance, even amateurs like the two men wouldn’t miss.

»Drop the gun and let Emma go!«

Nabia thought if she should use Emma as a human shield, but she had been one second too late, for now, Emma stamped on her bare foot and jumped out of her reach. Hilmar told Marlene to get the gun from Nabia. She handed it to Marcus who weighed it in his hand, now aiming at her with two weapons like a cowboy.

»Now, get on your knees, face to the wall!«

Once Nabia had done so, Hilmar used two of the zip ties he had brought from his home and tied her arms at the wrists and elbows. He could feel Nabia’s muscles and was glad he had brought the big ones. Nevertheless, they would soon have to restrain her further.

Once he had secured her legs at knees and ankles, using two more cable binders, Emma, who had meanwhile ungagged herself, handed him a crumpled wad of beige silk. Hilmar noticed it was a pair of panties, torn and obviously, they had been worn before.

»Just in case you want to gag her!«

»Well, we don’t have to interrogate her immediately!«

Hilmar put one hand over Nabia’s face, pulling her head back and pinching her nose. With the other hand, he stuffed the panties into her mouth, and Marcus approached with a roll of duct tape, sealing the gag with ten rounds. Once that was done, the two men exchanged a high five before Hilmar kissed Marlene’s lips.

»Your plan worked out, Sweetie!«

Actually, the plan had been simple, but it had relied on many details, among them some imponderables: Marlene had guessed that Nabia would try to get inside if only one of them was left. She even had volunteered, but Martina had insisted that it would look less suspicious if the owner of the house stayed behind. It was important that they all really left, for Nabia would perhaps wait a few minutes and notice if they just returned too early.

So, they had gone to Hilmar’s place, or the office respectively, doing some actual things to pass some hour before they returned; Emma to cause distraction at the front door whilst the others entered through the back door, to take Nabia by surprise.

Marlene was relieved, but also exhausted, though she hadn’t done much. Hilmar looked down on Nabia who stared daggers at him. He showed her a wolfish grin.

»Are you trying to tell me something?«

Nabia grunted, and Hilmar’s grin grew wider.

»A blindfold and a hogtie, of course! Marcus, a hand, please!«

With combined forces, they turned Nabia on her front and bent her legs until Hilmar could tie her ankles to her elbows with a fifth zip tie. Then, Marcus wound a few rounds of tape over the Black’s eyes. Emma, who had watched the trussing up of her former tormentor with glee, now said:

»I will better look for Martina right now! I-I will call you if I need help!«

Halfway on the way up the stairs, she stopped and yelled:

»Oh, and if you want to start on her – she’s ticklish!«

Marcus exchanged a look with Hilmar whilst Marlene shuddered. She remembered all the times when she had been helplessly trussed up and someone had taken advantage of her own ticklishness. Hilmar bent over Nabia and asked:

»Ticklish? A tall, strong fighter like you?«

The gag choked some Ghanan swear words, and Hilmar turned for her exposed soles and brushed over them. Nabia held out for a few seconds before she twitched and groaned. Hilmar nodded and in a voice that sounded harsher than he had ever thought he could manage, he said:

»Well, if you know the enemy’s weakness, interrogations don’t last long!«

***

Emma stumbled into Lisa’s room where she looked at Martina, naked except for her pantyhose and bound and gagged, but obviously unharmed. Her first urge was to untie her, but then, Emma thought twice and closed the door behind her, turning the key.

»Mhm?«

Emma approached the bound woman and brushed over her hair and cheek before kissing her forehead.

»We’ve got her – nobody got hurt, and the others take care of her now!«

Martina let out a sigh of relief. Then, she moaned again, raising her chin and demanding to be ungagged. Emma, however, brushed over her throat and let her eyes wander over her.

»Somehow, I like you that way!«

Again, Martina mewed, but when Emma now caressed her neck with both hands, she also reared up, and Emma could see that despite it being warm inside the room, her nipples grew hard. Emma now looked at her middle where the sheer pantyhose could not hide the strip of pubic hair. Emma now became more tender, and she whispered:

»She must have ripped them from you! Did it hurt when she did so?«

Martina nodded, and Emma kissed her lips whilst her right hand wandered into Martina’s lap, caressing her warm loins.

»Oouuhhmmmm!«

»Oh, now, I can feel it! You need a massage!«

Martina closed her eyes and thrust forward her pelvis when Emma shoved her hand between her legs. Emma put her other hand on Martina’s breast and kissed the nipple of the other, now hard and standing proud. Then, she brought her lips close to Martina’s ear.

»Before the others got her, Nabia quickly gagged me – she stuffed your panties into my mouth. And they tasted like – didn’t you wear them this morning already?«

Martina mewed and nodded, and Emma bit her earlobe before she continued:

»You wore them when I entered the room, after my shower, and my towel dropped! Have you thought of that moment a lot, sweet Martina?«

Her hand left Martina’s breast and brushed over her naked side. Martina cringed and squealed, but at the same time, she reared up to feel the hand still cupping her middle more. And unlike Nabia, Emma only sent small, blissful tingles through her nerves.

»I think you are a naughty girl, Martina! Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?«

The wetness Emma felt through the pantyhose answered the question to her.

***

Silvana wasn’t sure what to think of the »guest« status she and Lisa had gained. The men had removed the clothespins from their nipples and freed them from the bed, leaving their ankles cuffed and tying their wrists in front of them. Also, their gags remained in place as Karl and Brahim now led them into the small bathroom whilst Ahmed guarded the other girls.

»You may shower!«

After being forced to sweat, and with other sweaty bodies pressed against theirs, this sounded promising, but it was obvious that they would be watched by the men, and that they expected them to use the shower that had less than a square yard together.

The rippled glass didn’t offer much protection from the men’s prying eyes, and it was impossible to soap and wash without touching each other. And yet, the water felt refreshing, so both Lisa and Silvana couldn’t help sighing.

»Wash everywhere!«, Karl ordered through the cabin wall, and, reluctantly and blushing, the two girls lowered their panties and did their best to wash their middles and butts. At least, they weren’t ordered to wash each other there, though it felt almost like that in the narrow cabin.

When they had to step out of the shower, their wet panties still dangling around their cuffed ankles, Brahim and Karl each waited with a towel and dried them. Silvana had to endure getting towelled by Karl, and she could feel that he wasn’t indifferent to her naked presence. He didn’t touch her more than necessary, but he whispered into her ear:

»In your case, the questioning would have been short. After all, I already know you are a 36D – and I also know what floats your boat!«

Silvana moaned and lowered her head, her cheeks burning with shame. When he had abducted her, back in Egypt, Karl had touched her – and since then, he could boast that he had been the first man to get her to orgasm.

Marcus had been the first to really sleep with her – in a consensual act, and Silvana still thanked God that Karl’s assault hadn’t affected her in that way. However, she now could remember how he had touched her, and that was worse as if he had touched her physically.

Brahim had meanwhile towelled Lisa in silence, but the pink rash on her cheeks and cleavage indicated that there had not always been the towel between his hands and her nude skin. Now, the two men stooped and pulled up their panties again. They were still damp, and the material had become quite transparent.

»The guest room’s a little small, but you will be almost unrestrained, and we will even allow you to ungag yourselves!«

Indeed, the now wet tape was removed from their lips, and the two girls were allowed to spit their rubber gags into the sink. Karl even allowed each of them a short unattended trip to the toilet before they were led to the opposite room. Its original purpose had obviously been some closet, for it had barely two square meters, and was completely occupied by the bare mattress covering the floor. They had to lie down, and when the door had been locked, they noticed that the room had no lighting either. Silvana felt for Lisa’s hand, and the other suddenly sniffled.

»S-sorry!«

»Let it out, Sweetie, let it out!«

She took Lisa in her arms, and the other girl sobbed, at the same time trying to speak:

»I mean, my mother – without her, you would be free!«

Silvana had had that thought, too, but there was no use in insisting on blaming the girl for her mother’s bad decisions.

»As long as she pays for us and Annika to be released, I’ll forgive her! Come on, in two days, this will all be nothing but a bad memory!«

The girl cuddled against her, and though Lisa was four inches taller than her, and even three months older, Silvana was obviously the one to solace her. Well, giving each other some emotional support was the only thing they could do now anyway!

***

When Karl returned to the other room, he quickly checked whether Martina had sent another email, but there was still just her offer to pay between one and one and a half million. Well, even if she could only afford the smaller sum, it would be a nice price for the two blondes. Karl would have loved to give Silvana some more slave training, but he first and foremost was a businessman, and he would still have the others to train.

»Which brings us to you, Ginger!«, he said, looking to the bed that was now only occupied by Annika.

***