Ebony and Ivory 5

Annika focussed the man now looking down on her. She even managed not to blush when he seemed to scan her breasts, adorned by the clothespins.

»What do you think? Will Lisa’s mother pay for you, too? Or will you end up together with these two over there?«

He pointed at the chair where Abina was just shifting on her chair, since the weight of Judith on her thighs made them feel numb. Karl plucked the clothespins from Annika’s breasts, and she couldn’t oppress a sigh of relief. Then, she was relieved from the cuffs and allowed to take off her gag. For a moment, Annika considered trying to break through for the door, but at that moment, she noticed Brahim in the corridor, and there were also Karl and Ahmed in the room, both armed and obviously no fools.

»Now, here’s the offer, Annika!«, Karl said whilst she licked her lips, trying to get rid of the taste of the rubber ball, »you just give us the information we will need if we will keep you as a slave – but until we know for sure, we will treat you like a guest!«

Annika was glad the way he was talking allowed her to cross her arms over her breasts without looking just shy.

»What if I refuse?«

Karl shrugged.

»Then, you might regret it if Martina pays, and you will need a therapy to cope with what we did to you in the meantime!«

For a while, they looked into each other’s eyes, and even Anina and Judith interrupted their rustling and moaning. Then, Annika grimaced.

»Just ask!«

Karl quickly went through the facts: Annika was 27, 5’9’’, and, a point she added after hesitating for a second, a 34C. She had already been forced to tell her bra size to Judith the day before. Annika glimpsed at the naked woman sitting on the equally nude Abina’s lap.

»From her perspective, I am better off now than she is!«

She had no problem telling him that she had chosen an advanced training at the Police Academy after finishing High School, or that she spoke German and English, plus had had Latin at school. Then, however, Karl asked for her preferred sexual practice.

Annika’s eyes narrowed, and she hissed:

»Why do you ask? Whatever it is, I would be disgusted if you or one of your goons did it to me!«

Karl remained calm, as if he had expected some defiance from her.

»If you stay a slave, we will spend some time together! Then, we will do our best to keep you entertained!«

The implication of this made Abina scream through her gag, and when Karl looked at her, Annika acted instinctively. She slammed the edge of her hand at his neck. Karl had noticed the move in the corner of his eye, but he moved too slow and though she missed his carotid artery and only hit his shoulder, he staggered and landed upon Abina and Judith, causing the chair to topple over. Ahmed jumped up from his chair, but Annika’s heel hit his belly, sending him to the ground, too.

In the corridor, Brahim stood, aiming at her. Annika looked if she could get Ahmed’s gun, but though the man was cringing on the floor, he had his hands pressed to his belly, thus protecting his weapon. Then, she heard Karl from behind.

»Nice try, Ginger!«

Watched at gunpoint by Brahim, Annika just panted angrily as Karl and the still groaning Ahmed grabbed her arms and forced her onto the bed, so she was lying on her belly. Then, they used four pairs of handcuffs to tie her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts, spreading her wide.

Karl then grabbed her scalp and forced her to arch her head back. When she opened her mouth, the panties worn by Judith were forced into her mouth. He kept his hand clamped over her mouth until Brahim had handed him a ball from which some straps were dangling. The ball was wedged between her jaws, pressing the panties even deeper, and then, he buckled two of the straps tightly at her nape, so the gag almost touched the back of her throat.

Two more straps went up alongside her nose and met at her forehead, from where a single strap went over the top of her head and was buckled at her nape, too. A final strap went under her chin, forcing her to bite down on her gag.

The harness gag had a ring at the top of her head, and Karl now tied a thin rope to it, so he had two dangling ends. Using these like a reign, he pulled her head back, and with his other hand, her grabbed her panties, pulling the cotton deep into her cleft and between her labia. When Annika could no longer oppress a whimper, he tied the rope off to her panties, so she could not lower her head and the stretched underwear felt like a crotch rope to her.

He then left the bed and helped Brahim to get the chair with Abina and Judith back in place. They looked if the two girls had gotten hurt. There was a small bruise on Judith’s knee, but otherwise, they seemed unharmed. Karl turned his attention back to the panting Annika:

»Now, what do we have? Denial of answering a question, an escape attempt, attacks on two of your keepers, and finally hurting one of your co-captives! You as a Policewoman will admit that these are all punishable acts!«

There was a short discussion in Arabic, and it seemed that both Brahim and Ahmed disagreed with Karl, but finally did what he ordered. Annika gulped, despite the other woman’s panties filling her mouth. She had an idea how these men would punish her.

Karl sat on the bed again, positioning himself so he could get his hand around her throat, though his touch was surprisingly gentle. Her position prevented Annika from looking after the two other men, but it seemed that they had positioned themselves at the foot end of the bed. Then, her ankles were grabbed.

»Mmhhmph!«

The first time her bare soles were hit, Annika twitched more from surprise than from pain. Both men were using small plastic rulers, and they didn’t hit her with full strength. However, the repeated spanking added up, and the waves of pain straying through her feet grew bigger and bigger.

All the time, Karl kept his hand on her neck, slightly caressing her. She could see his expression; Karl had closed his eyes, and it seemed that he was following her punishment only by his ears and sense of feeling.

Finally, the pain in her feet forced Annika to scream into her gag. Karl, not taking the hand from Annika’s throat, raised his other hand, and the two men stopped the bastinado.

»That was for hurting Judith! Now, for your escape attempt!«

The two men also climbed onto the bed, and this time, the rulers aimed at her exposed buttocks. Again, they didn’t hit hard, but often, and Karl again felt Annika’s throat. Hoping that the punishment would stop once she screamed, Annika did so, but Karl just said:

»That was just fake! Get on, until she really can no longer stand it!«

And so, the two men continued hitting her buttocks, until Annika wailed and squirmed in her unyielding bonds. Karl let her go, and the two other men also left the bed. Annika blinked away her tears and heavily panted through her nose whilst her soles and butt still tingled painfully.

»Now, for attacking both Ahmed and me! Something that will keep you occupied a little longer!«

From the gym bag, he produced two small red items and handed one to Ahmed. The other, he held close to Annika’s eyes. She now could see it was a small toothpaste tube, dark red, with white writing on it. Ajona, a toothpaste Annika knew for having a strong minty taste, comparable to a Fisherman’s Friend.

However, it wasn’t meant for cleaning her teeth. The girl wailed and screamed into the panties in her mouth as Ahmed creamed her sore soles with the toothpaste whilst Karl took care of her buttocks, kneading them and putting the whole content of the tube on her rear. The toothpaste burned, and Annika whimpered as waves of pain, hot and cold at the same time, radiated through her nerves.

Karl once again caressed her neck and cheek.

»It will work off after an hour or two! Maybe, walking, or sitting down, will hurt a little longer, but by tomorrow, you will be as you were. Now, for some good news! I won’t have to punish you for denying to answer, for you already did!«

»Mhhmm?«

Karl laughed and brushed over her throat.

»I could feel your reaction whilst my comrades spanked you! Sure, there was pain, hatred, and disgust, but there was also something else! Annika, I think we discovered what stokes your oven! Seems you like it a bit rough!«

***

Hilmar frowned when his mobile rang. He had put his SIM card into his reserve phone, but he didn’t expect any calls on Easter Sunday, except maybe from his daughter. It wasn’t her, but it was a number he had in his phonebook: Hauptkommissar Bernd Seifert.

»Hilmar, I am risking my job for phoning you, so, you don’t only owe me to become your best man, but you also have to name any future sons after me!«

Bernd had lowered his voice, and in the background, there were some strange sounds.

»I am currently at the University’s Clinic! Today, we only have very few men on duty, and so, I had to get there, to record the statement of a man who has just been brought there because he had a bullet in his leg!«

Hilmar mumbled a curse. He had asked Bernd about Ben, and so, if he called him back, the criminal seemed to have said something important.

»Well, it turned out that this man has been on our list for quite some time. Burglary, smuggling, you name it. Well, he seems to have come to the conclusion that he can only reduce his sentence by telling us everything, and he told me not only about this Karl, but also about the coup he was involved in. Do you know a Martina Hartenstein?«

»I’ve heard from her«, Hilmar responded, and Bernd added:

»Look, whatever you have got to do with her, my next stop will be her mansion, and if we get there – in about one hour! –, you should better not be there, or you will have a lot to explain!«

He ended the call, and Hilmar quickly told the others. Martina, who had just returned from whatever she had been doing upstairs, grew pale, and Marlene asked:

»So, what’s it going to be then? Shall we – tell them?«

»You mean, every detail?«. Marcus asked, pointing at the hogtied Nabia lying to their feet. They could tell the Police that she was a criminal, but her presence would raise more questions than it answered. Martina leaned against a chair and croaked:

»If we tell them everything, they will also have an eye on – on my role in the whole affair!«

She looked at Marlene and added:

»I know, you have all right to wish seeing me behind bars – but if they arrest me, I might have difficulties in getting access to my money on Tuesday! And if Karl hears about the Police being involved – well, he might not kill Lisa, but he might then stick to his – original plan!«

Her lips trembled, and Emma took her in her arms. Marcus was thinking about the whole Police of Würzburg searching for Silvana. However, Martina was right: maybe, Karl would just leave if he thought that the cops were getting too close. Also, there still was Annika.

»The thing is, if this Ben told them everything, they know that Lisa got kidnapped! So, I can’t behave as if nothing has happened! And maybe, one of the Policemen will stay with me. So, even if you hide in the cellar, you couldn’t get out for quite some time!«

She took a deep breath before she continued:

»The person I trust most is Emma!«

She caressed the blonde’s hand resting on her shoulder, and Emma smiled wryly. Martina, however, reached for the suitcase with the money they had taken from Nabia’s car.

»However, I have no reason not to trust any of you! So, do you have a place where you can hide? I mean, including her?«

She pointed at Nabia who mmphed when she recognized Martina was talking about her. The list of possibilities was short: Marcus lived in a single room at the student’s hostel, and Hilmar thus concluded:

»So, it’s going to be either my or Marlene’s flat!«

Now, Marlene needed to breathe deeply for a few times. However, she then found the strength to answer:

»Hilmar, we were at your flat just a few hours ago – and your nosy neighbour was one question away of asking whether we were planning a church wedding or not! In my house, there’s just lovely anonymity!«

She shuddered, not only from the idea of having to host Nabia: some weeks ago, she had been kidnapped from that very flat, and indeed, nobody had noticed it. Hilmar took her in his arms and nodded towards Nabia.

»So, let’s make her a bit less suspicious!«

They worked together, assisted by Emma, whilst Martina said she had to prepare something. Since being barefoot would have looked suspicious, they removed Nabia’s ankle ties and put a pair of black boots on her feet. When she tried to kick, Emma hissed:

»Hold still – or I will tickle you until you faint!«

Her arms and knees remained tied, and Hilmar and Marcus used two belts to further secure her arms to her upper body. Then, one of Martina’s long coats was draped over her and buttoned up to her neck. Finally, a coloured silk headscarf was knotted under her chin, whilst a pair of Lisa’s sunglasses hid her blindfold. The gag was still visible, but over the distance, the black tape would not raise attention.

»Don’t forget, we have two guns!«

The one Marcus had used to point at Nabia had been a replica, but Hilmar’s had been real, and now, Marcus also had the Black’s weapon. Once they had taken Nabia between them, Martina appeared, an envelope in her hand.

»We now have to work separate, but together! So, I will stay here and talk to the Police! At least, I won’t have to fake being a worried mother!«

She sighed, but managed to continue:

»In the meantime, you will negotiate with Karl! Since he seems to prefer emails, he won’t be able to tell who is corresponding with him! Just do as he says, and maybe, you can arrange the exchanged for Tuesday morning! This envelope contains a power of attorney, together with a copy of my ID! So, once I have ordered the transfer of my money from my Swiss account to my German one, you may get there, fetch the money and hand it to Karl! With a little bit of luck, Lisa will be free before 48 hours – and Silvana, of course!«

She didn’t mention Annika, and Marcus knew the problem was simple arithmetic: at her Swiss account, Martina had close to a million; 961,000 to be exactly. Together with the money in the suitcase, including the gold bar, this made 1 million and 80,000 altogether. According to Karl’s demands, it was more than enough for Lisa and Silvana, but far from sufficient to pay off Annika, too.

»Just create some new mail account and inform me about what is going on, and any problem that may occur! And Good Luck to you all!«

Martina seemed to think of hugging the three, but when she caught Marlene’s eyes, she decided against it. Maybe, once the two girls were free, they could find a new basis for a relationship.

They would take Marcus’ (or rather Annika’s) car, but Marlene would drive, for the two men were escorting Nabia and had her beside them at the backseat. So far, Nabia had neither tried to put up a fight nor made more sounds than an occasional grunt.

When the car had crossed the corner, Martina turned towards Emma.

»Am I doing the right thing, Emma? I mean, will my biggest problem in two days be that Lisa asks me whether she has to call you ›Mom‹, too?«

Emma kissed her, and when she withdrew, she whispered, with much more confidence in her voice than in her heart:

»In two days, your biggest problem will be not calling me ›Mistress‹ during an important business meeting!«

***

At Karl’s hideout, a strange silence had fallen over everyone, both captives and captors. Locked in their tiny closet, Silvana and Lisa had stopped talking, as there wasn’t much to be said, and none of them wanted to risk yelling. With their hands still cuffed in front of their bodies, they were now loosely holding hands whilst trying to find a position where their bare breasts didn’t touch. Silvana still considered her companion a spoiled brat, and she had at least known some about her mother’s plan, but now, she was suffering, too, and perhaps, in two days, everything would be over for them. At least, their current captivity was more lenient than her previous encounters.

Ahmed was dozing on a couch whilst Brahim, who was sitting in the corridor, was playing a game on his phone to pass time. Karl was at the room where the other captives were held, checking his laptop and sipping from his now cold coffee.

From the chair, he could hear occasional moaning and grunting, for Abina had to make Judith shift her position from time to time, or her thighs would get numb. On the bed, Annika was trying not to whimper, though he could see that both her soles and her buttocks still were reddened from the spanking, and the toothpaste sure hadn’t worn off yet.

In fact, Annika was suffering from the waves of pain still radiating from her sore flesh. However, it was tolerable, and she only had to bite down on her gag from time to time to oppress a sob or mew. Her problem was that she felt as if Karl had ripped open her heart and looked at one of her best hidden secrets.

He had been true, Annika loved a little pain. Not in a sick masochistic way, she just enjoyed it if a little spanking was included in her physical love. A harmless kink, she had thought until some hour ago. Then, the men had beaten her, and though she still would have frolicked if she had been able to watch these three burning at a stake, the pain had triggered something she would have thought only consensual spanking could have done. She hadn’t been close to orgasm – but closer than one should be if she got beaten by her kidnappers!

»What if they do it again? And what if they combine it with some more tender touching? I don’t think I will be able to stand this forever!«

Right now, she could have relaxed for the moment, as Karl was somewhere else with his mind. There was the fact that they would have to leave the next day, even if it would be another day until they could get the money from Martina. However, not only was it a risk to stay at the same place for too long, it was also necessary for other reasons.

When they had failed in stopping Silvana and her friends from doing research on Karl’s ancestors, both Ahmed and Brahim had decided to stay in Germany, despite both didn’t speak the language well. They had even managed to find a job at a moving company; not very well paid, but nobody expected them to talk much, and, even better, nobody had given their fake IDs a closer look so far.

Their boss also held a few rental objects, and so, over the months, Ahmed and Brahim had found a possibility to make some extra money: they knew which objects were empty at the moment, and organizing copies of the keys had been piece of cake. And there were always some guys who needed a hideout for a few days, in exchange for some money. So, when Karl had asked for a save house, they had been able to offer him a furnished apartment in a quiet area, though some potential new tenants would arrive at Tuesday morning.

»If things turn out well, we don’t even have to clean up, for by Tuesday evening, we will have crossed the border!«

He checked another website, one that not many people had access to. He had uploaded a few pictures of Abina and Judith, to see what they were offering; at least these two would not be paid by Martina. And now, there was a request by someone who was interested.

»Not bad, but is that all you’ve got?«

The request came from »Erzherzog«, and Karl smiled. The nickname was German for »Archduke«, a title that had only existed for the old Habsburgs, before they had become Holy Roman Emperors. If this Erzherzog was from Austria, then, they wouldn’t have to do a long delivery trip.

»What are you interested in? I might have a redhead who loves some slightly rougher treatment!«

He had offered Annika to Martina, and the less deals and meetings, the better. But if the Erzherzog offered significantly more…

The unknown customer seemed to be online, for his answer came immediately:

»Nice, but I prefer the flag of the old Austrian Empire!«

It took Karl a quick Google search to find out this flag had been black and golden, and he replied to the Erzherzog:

»So, you are interested in Abina and Judith?«

For some two minutes, he could see the dancing three points until the other sent his answer:

»Judith’s a brunette! I would like a real blonde, as a contrast to the Black! Ebony and Ivory, so to say! Maybe, an offer of 600 makes this sound less corny?«

Karl had offered »additional photos plus the chance to contact the models« for 250 in both Abina’s and Judith’s case. It was a thinly veiled euphemism for him offering them at a quarter of a million each. He was about to tell the Erzherzog that he was sorry he couldn’t help him, but then, he thought twice: in the anonymity of the dark web, he could at least see how much the other would go.

»Triple the sum and we are talking!«

»Without pics? Forget it!«

Karl hesitated. He had the picture of Lisa, from his mail to Martina, but though it was unlikely on this site, it could be someone who knew that this was the daughter of Martina Hartenstein. He scrolled through his documents and found another folder, about nine months old and containing only a few pictures. Pictures of Silvana he had taken when she had been in his possession for the first time.

He chose one on which she wasn’t gagged, and where her boobs were clearly visible. Then, he added from his knowledge:

»Still 18, 5’6’’, 36D!«

On the photo, Silvana looked scared, simply because she had been scared when he had taken it. However, this either didn’t bother the Erzherzog, or he was turned on by it.

»800 for both sounds reasonable!«

The haggled for a while, and Karl noticed that the Erzherzog didn’t hesitate too long before he raised his offers, so they ended up at 1,500,000. Karl emptied his coffee, but his throat still felt dry.

The website was hosted, and one could only log in if he had offered some securities. Not only did nobody want any spies here, but there was also a strong objection towards trolls who made fake offers. So, it was quite likely that the Erzherzog really could pay one and a half million!

»That forces me to think about a few things!«, he thought and lit a cigarette before he thought what to write in his next mail to Martina.

***

During the trip to Marlene’s flat, they had reminded Nabia that if she tried to alert anyone, it would perhaps get them into prison, but she would end up behind bars for sure. The Black had remained calm, and as Marlene had expected, there was nobody noticing the tall woman in the trench coat and with a headscarf walking a bit staggering between the two men. So, they had managed to get her inside Marlene’s flat that smelled a bit stale, for she had left three days ago and intended not to come back before the next week.

»So, where do you think we can keep her?«

Marlene’s bedroom was meant for her and Hilmar, and because they had considered it would be the best if Marcus stayed with them, too, the couch in her living room was occupied, too. In addition, she had a small kitchen, the corridor and an even smaller bathroom. The apartment also had a balcony, but they knew that if Nabia managed to stand up, someone would notice her.

»Maybe, we can stow her in the shower! It’s just for two days, we could live with just washing for such a short time!«

However, the room also contained the toilet, and none of them was keen on relieving with Nabia being just one yard away. So, Hilmar decided for another option.

»Marcus, a hand, please!«

They removed Marlene’s biggest carpet from the floor and placed Nabia on it, taking off the sunglasses and the headscarf, but not bothering to remove her trench coat.

»We will now interrogate her, and if she sweats, she might answer more quickly and not force us to – well, to ask – more intensely!«

They rolled Nabia into the carpet, so on one side, only her head and shoulders protruded, whilst on the other side, it went to the midst of her calves. Hilmar tied a piece of rope around the package, then, he removed Nabia’s boots and tied her ankles with a zip tie. After a short hesitating, he then added another one, tying her big toes, too. Switching to English, he asked:

»You are fluent in English?«

Silently, the gagged and blindfolded woman nodded. Hilmar then said:

»All right, we have to be a bit harsh, but we are no monsters! So, if you answer our questions correctly, you will be treated as lenient as we can risk. This means that you will be given water and food and will be allowed to relieve yourself!«

Marcus and Marlene exchanged a look at the latter, knowing that meant they would have to accompany her when doing so. Suddenly, the hours until Tuesday morning seemed even longer.

»If we think you are lying, if you are trying to scream or do anything else we don’t consider cooperative, you may, however, see that we are quite desperate because of a situation you are not innocent of! And desperate men sometimes do – desperate things!«

Marcus, who thought that this threat needed a little illustration, brushed over Nabia’s soles. She twitched and her breathing accelerated as she fought not to squeal. Marcus stopped and Hilmar asked her if she had understood her situation.

Nabia grunted and nodded, and Hilmar wound the tape from her mouth. He did leave the blindfold in place, and he also didn’t assist Nabia when she worked Martina’s panties from her mouth. She panted a few times before she asked calmly:

»What do you want to know?«

»Do you know where Silvana is?«, Marcus asked, and Nabia shook her head. Then, she said in a hoarse, yet steady voice:

»I am looking for Abina, and it seems that Karl has them both!«

Frankly, she told them that she had followed them to their meeting with Ben and had seen her chance, not knowing that the man was just playing foul.

»Perhaps, he was looking for Judith – but now, he’s in prison!«

So, she had listened to their conversation at the mansion and understood enough of it. Marlene suddenly blurted:

»How could you do such a cruel thing?«

Now, Nabia’s lips cringed, showing a glimpse of a smile, and she scoffed:

»Money, duty, take what you like more!«

Now, Marlene was about to become enraged, but Marcus interrupted.

»I think we have heard enough for now! Marlene, could you get some water?«

Marlene did as he asked, and they let Nabia have a few sips. Then, Hilmar balled up the still damp panties, but before he gagged her, Marcus had one last question:

»Would you help us against Karl – in exchange for your freedom?«

»As long as you don’t mind if he survives«, Nabia replied and then allowed Hilmar to gag her, stuffing the panties back into her mouth and sealing it with tape. Then, he noticed that Marlene still was upset, and they withdrew into her bedroom where they had a whispered conversation.

»How could you offer her to let her go?«, Marlene attacked Marcus, »Don’t you think I want her to rot in a cell, after what she did to me – and to Silvie, for what that means?«

Hilmar put his arm around her, both to console her and to hold her back. Marcus, also showing some temper, replied:

»This Karl isn’t just a teenage gangster molesting people in the park! Last time, he almost killed Hilmar! And as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!«

They looked at each other, both panting. Hilmar stepped a little away from Marlene, but kept his hand on her back. His other hand, he placed on Hilmar’s shoulder.

»Guys, we are playing a very dangerous game – and therefore, we should consider all options to win, even those we might feel disgusted by!«

He waited until both Marlene and Marcus looked at him with interest. Hilmar took a deep breath, and his friends could see that he didn’t like what he was proposing:

»Nabia might not have been helpful as an informant, but Marcus is right, she might be a valuable temporary ally! However, she might also be useful in another way!«

He gulped, as if the mere thought caused him nausea, but then, he whispered:

»We are short of money to save Silvie, Lisa and Annika. And though you«, he looked at Marlene, »don’t know her, she definitely deserves to be rescued, too. So, if we are negotiating with Karl, and he insists on getting 1,350,000 for all three girls-«

»We might be forced to pay not only in money«, Marcus completed his thoughts. Hilmar nodded grimly, and Marlene shuddered.

»Last year, my biggest worry was if I could easily get used to working regularly again!«

***