Ebony and Ivory 7

Silvana stiffened when she was grabbed from two sides; then, she frowned when the three men started fondling her. Though this wasn’t the time for arithmetic, she sensed that there were too many hands touching her.

She was flanked by Ahmed and Brahim who, since each of them only needed one hand to grab her bound arms and keep her in position, were fondling her breasts with the other. Also, there was the surprisingly soft touch of Karl caressing her throat and cheek. However, there were two vibrating knobs gently pushing against her belly and slowly wandering South. Had he tied two vibrators together?

What the blindfolded girl couldn’t see was that Karl held just one vibrator in his left, though it was oddly shaped: it looked like a rounded, pink horseshoe, though the two ends built knobs, and the surface was covered with many soft spikes. The toy was made of silicone and had a spring in it, so it was very flexible, but would return to its original horseshoe shape.

For some time, Karl used it like a circle, positioning one  end in Silvana’s belly button whilst brushing over her pubic mound with the other. Then, he used it like some soft tweezers, massaging both her lower abdomen and clit. Silvana mewed and writhed, but couldn’t escape the attack from the three men.

»You know that you can fight it only for so long, Sensual Silvie! I know that you don’t like me the slightest – but your body remembers what I can do!«

»Nnnggg! Uuhmmph!«

Silvana shook her head, but at the same time, a well hidden memory worked itself to the surface: nine month ago, when she had been in Karl’s clutches, and he had brought her to orgasm. It seemed that Karl hadn’t forgotten which buttons to press – and neither had her body. When he now moved the buzzing knob over her clit, she felt a tingle radiate through her loins, and she reared up against the hands massaging her breasts.

For a while, this continued; then, a whispered command in Arabic made Ahmed and Brahim change their position: the hands from her boobs now held her upper arms, and they started kneading her buttocks, firmly, but not brutal. At the same time, whilst still massaging her pubic area, Karl began to fondle her right breast with his hand whilst he started kissing her left. Silvana wanted to buck, but she just groaned when he sucked on her nipple and playfully bit her. Her nipples stood hard and erect, and though her nose was covered with two used pairs of panties, she was sure that a treacherous fragrance had built between her legs.

»What am I doing? Marcus! I am betraying him!«

However, the voice of her ratio became less and less audible. Robbed of her ability to see, her other senses seemed to have sharpened, and the impressions were all leading into the same direction: she could taste nothing but panties, she could smell nothing else, and she could only hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator, mixed with her own heavy breathing. And her sense of feeling-

»Oouuhmmm! Mmhhmmmm!«

Somehow, the harsh bite of her ties, and the men’s rather rough fondling of her buttocks, corresponded with Karl’s tenderness, and her helplessness gave her an excellent excuse for giving in to it. She writhed, but no longer with panic, and when she felt the head of the vibrator almost carefully enter her, she wanted to feel it deeper inside her.

There were small smacking sounds, and the girl half realized that the two men massaging her butt now were using some oil and rubbed it into her cleft. Then, the vibrator was pushed between her tightly bound legs.

»Hrrrrrmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmm!«

The oscillating spikes rubbed over her soft flesh, feeling like a million blissful sparks, and the girl mewed with anticipation. Ahmed and Brahim clawed into her buttocks, pulling them apart, and then, she squealed when Karl used both ends to enter her from both sides, using the ends of the horseshoe vibrator.

Silvana was wet, and the oil made that the other end found its way into her rear without hurting her, too. Now, the spring caused the toy to keep her in a firm grip, and her leg ties prevented her from dislodging the intruders. Small electric strays were sent through her butt, meeting with the ones between her legs and those caused by the other knob that was now filling her from the front. Ahmed and Brahim stepped aside, only loosely holding her arms to prevent her from staggering, and they all watched Silvana squirm in sweet agony.

»We really should keep her!«, Ahmed said, and Karl grinned:

»Once we have left, you may choose for yourselves: if you do Lisa, you might cause some trouble, but there are still Annika and Judith! Now, let’s finish the show and get her stowed!«

The horseshoe vibrator had originally been designed for lesbian couples, and so, the switch was in the middle, but Karl didn’t bother shoving his hand between Silvana’s legs to stop it. The confused girl only realized it no longer buzzed when a rope had been tied around her neck, threaded between her legs and over her forearms and then brought back, pulling her arms to her body and downwards, and pressing the vibrator against her body.

»Soon, the joy ride will continue – and another ride will begin!«

Silvana felt that something soft was worked into her ears, and then, the world around her had become silent. She only felt her muffled scream as a vibration in her throat when something bit into her nipples – two metal clamps, connected by a small chain. She was lifted into one of the boxes, made to kneel and then, she had to bend forward until her breasts were mashed against her thighs. Silvana mewed when this made the nipple clamps bite her even harder, and thrusting out her butt had also effects on both her crotch rope and the toy inside her.

With some difficulties, Karl switched the vibrator on again. He doubted that the batteries would last for the whole trip, but until then, the girl would be unable to fight the attack on her sensual spots.

When they had taped the box, Karl clapped his hands.

»So! There’s a good medicine against indecent thoughts – hard work! Let’s get our things loaded to the cars, so we will end up rich soon!«

***

The minutes had passed slowly since Nabia had overpowered Marlene and was now waiting for the men to return. However, even if she had been able to look at her nightstand where her clock was, Marlene would not have been able to concentrate on the numbers.

Nabia had continued to massage her foot, caressing her sole and the sensitive skin between her toes. It seemed that either despite or because of her own ticklishness, the Black found some fun in torturing her victim that way.

And yet, Nabia had not exaggerated her caresses. Her goal had not been to cause Marlene to faint from stifled laughter, or to have her lose control over her bladder. It seemed that she just wanted her to writhe and moan, and somehow, the massage hadn’t felt completely bad. Perhaps, had she not been tied up in the undignified position, and had it been Hilmar instead of Nabia, she would have enjoyed it how the electric sparks shot through her foot and up her legs.

Marlene was panting through the now damp cloth over her mouth and nose, and despite her having just left the shower, she was covered with perspiration. Nabia still loosely held her foot, but seemed to grant her a pause. Marlene looked up to her tormentor, and she could see that Nabia, who was wearing no bra, hadn’t been indifferent to what she was doing, for the air in the room was too warm for her nipples to become that hard.

»I wonder what she might do if she wasn’t waiting for the men at the same time!«, she thought, and she was surprised that the thought rather intrigued her than it frightened her. When she had been held captive at the abandoned asylum, Nabia had most of the time just watched, but now, it seemed that she also had a kinky side.

Marlene’s thoughts were distracted when she heard steps at the corridor, and Nabia let her go and grabbed her gun. She didn’t point it at Marlene, she just waited whilst her victim didn’t dare to breathe. Perhaps, she could have warned Hilmar and Marcus, but she somehow doubted that Nabia intended to kill them.

Hilmar and Marcus entered the corridor and dumped their bags. Once Hilmar had closed the apartment door, Nabia suddenly squeezed Marlene’s toe, causing her to squeal. Marcus, who stood closer, pushed the bedroom door open – and more or less directly stared at Marlene’s exposed crotch.

»What the-«

Hilmar appeared, and he reached for his belt where he had the other gun, but Nabia now aimed at him, obviously not the least concerned.

»Get the weapon with two fingers, and throw it upon the bed!«

Looking at the bound and gagged Marlene, Hilmar obeyed, and the gun landed on the mattress, the barrel pointing directly at Marlene’s labia.

»What do you want?«, Hilmar asked whilst Marcus seemed to realize he was staring at Marlene’s assets, and he lowered his head. Though he had seen her naked before, and though this was the least of her problems, Marlene blushed.

»I want Abina! And you have got the money! That is, I am also open for a way to get Karl punished, so I get Abina and the money whilst you get the girls you are after!«

Put that way, it sounded simple. Hilmar made a gesture towards Marlene.

»Can you let her go? At least ungag her?«

Now, Nabia smiled.

»I like her that way! And you do also! At least, your friend seems to like what he’s seeing!«

Now, Hilmar glanced at Marcus, though this wasn’t the time for jealousy. Nabia once again grabbed Marlene’s foot and massaged it. She bit down on the panties in her mouth, but couldn’t help mewing and wriggling, though this made her hips and pelvis move almost invitingly.

»Come on, make her a compliment! Tell her what you like the most on her!«

Nabia waited, and whilst he stared at his girlfriend, squirming on the crumpled bedsheets, he knew that she had meant this seriously. He cleared his throat, and then, he straightened and answered:

»I love her smile and her wits! So, if you allow me, I would ungag her now!«

Nabia laughed and shook her head.

»You are a man! Don’t you tell me you are not fascinated by her breasts!«

She got up, and for a moment, Marlene thought that the Black would now touch her breasts. However, she just grabbed the gun from the bed and then leaned against the wall. To Hilmar, she asked:

»Now, tell me what you think about her boobs!«

»They are wonderful!«

Hilmar didn’t have to lie, and Marlene had to think of the evening they had first met: it had been at a parents evening, and first, she had regretted that she had worn a rather revealing blouse on that occasion. Then, however, when Hilmar had stayed for some additional questions, she had been glad about her choice.

Again, Nabia shook her head.

»Compliments aren’t your strong suit, eh? Marcus, what’s your opinion?«

Marcus now involuntarily stared at Marlene’s breasts, trying to at least not look at her crotch, and mumbled something that sounded like »nice«. Nabia sighed.

»Get on the bed!«, she ordered, pointing at Hilmar. He frowned, but obeyed, since it allowed him to be close to Marlene. Nabia allowed him to caress her, but stopped him when he tried to remove the cloth from her mouth.

Marcus was told to sit down on a chair in the opposite corner. Now, he could at least take his eyes from Marlene, as Hilmar’s back was blocking his view.

Hilmar knelt between Marlene’s splayed legs, trying to show some confidence. Nabia now ordered:

»Maybe, you are not a man of words! So, you will now kiss and fondle Marlene’s breasts – until your friend comes up with an idea how we can defeat Karl and free all captives unharmed! Maybe, without this bitch Judith!«

Hilmar’s first reaction was to protest, and Marlene mewed, too. However, Nabia now had two guns versus zero, and at least, it was better if he did it than if the Black fondled her – or thought of forcing Marcus to do it whilst he had to watch! He swallowed his anger and forced a smile on his face as he bent over Marlene.

»At least, I am not forced to do anything I don’t want!«

He kissed Marlene’s forehead before he turned to her breasts. And indeed, once he was close to her warm soft skin and sensed her scent, it was almost as if they were in bed on their own. He placed his hands at the base of her breasts and slightly squeezed them as he started to cover the tips with kisses and plucked on her nipples with his lips.

»If you want to have such fun with your girl, you better start thinking!«, Nabia said towards Marcus, and he frowned at her.

»Are these games necessary, since we both want more or less the same?«

»Who’s in charge?«, Nabia dodged his question, and Marcus tried to block his anger, his worries about Silvana, and the occasional sounds coming from the bed as he thought of what they could do to please Nabia’s wishes without endangering the other hostages.

They could, of course, consider sacrificing Annika – or Lisa, for Martina would not be present during the exchange. Marcus didn’t know Lisa, but he had met her mother, and though her actions had caused the whole misery, her feelings for Lisa were real. He just couldn’t speak it out loud to take the money reserved for Lisa to pay for Abina’s freedom.

»Well, our surprise card is you«, he started, »for Karl knows about Hilmar and me. Besides, if you are the one hiding in the background, you should stand the best chance of hitting your target!«

He couldn’t say if Nabia reacted to the flattery, but she nodded to his considerations so far. Then, she replied:

»Our problem is we don’t know how many men Karl has now! Ben’s out, but it seems he has found some new friends!«

An oppressed squeal from the bed made her turn her head to the left. Knowing he was under surveillance, Hilmar had not dared to try working on Marlene’s bonds and had instead followed Nabia’s order. And, like he had said, spending time with her ample breasts wasn’t something he did reluctantly. In addition, Hilmar wasn’t one who was shy about being watched if they walked hand in hand or kissed in public. So, he had more and more gotten into it, groping her boobs whilst adjusting to her breath, and also kissing her neck and cleavage. Marlene had responded to his caresses, and now, she had no longer been able to oppress a squeal of passion.

When Nabia moved, the gun she had placed on her lap slid from her thighs and landed on the floor. Marcus jumped forward, and one moment later, he felt a pain in his stomach. Noticing his move in the corner of her eye, Nabia kicked him, and though she had only aimed badly and was wearing no boots, her heel hit his stomach, causing Marcus to cringe.

Nabia now got up and landed a hit on Marcus who could block her, but was sent to the floor as he lost his balance. His shoulder hit the doorframe, distracting him from the pain in his belly, and as he got to all fours, Nabia stood there with the gun in her right. Hilmar had risen from the bed, but he was in no position to attack.

»Nice try!«, the Black commented, not even panting from the little struggle. She made Hilmar to get over to Marcus who had come back into a standing position, but was rubbing both his belly and his shoulder.

»All right, you are no coward, but I think we should negotiate in another way from now on! You«, she pointed at Marcus leaning in the open door, »step aside!«

Marcus obeyed, and Nabia looked at the bags the men had deposited in the corridor. Nodding as if she saw what she had expected, she said:

»So, you brought your laptop – and I already saw that Marlene has got one, too! So, you two will go to one of your places, and take the laptop with you! We will continue our conversation via Discord! It will allow me to still have leverage on you, whilst you are no longer tempted to attack me!«

Of course, the idea of leaving Marlene in Nabia’s clutches wasn’t what any of them wanted, but Nabia insisted:

»Before you go, you send a message to Karl, asking him about where and when the exchange will take place! If we know the location, we can figure out how to strike – and if we planned well enough, nobody gets hurt, including Marlene!«

Her expression softened a bit, and she added:

»As long as you are not working against me, I have no intention to hurt Marlene! I am a soldier, not a killer! Even if we fail, and it wasn’t your fault, I will set her free once this is over!«

She looked at the two men, and the expression in her brown eyes told them that she was meaning what she said. Hilmar straightened and he looked down on Marlene whose breasts showed that she had not been indifferent to his caresses, as her nipples literally pointed at him.

»When this is over, we will have a nice holiday, just the two of us! Everywhere except Venice!«

He forced himself to smile, and Marlene just nodded slightly. Marcus followed him to the door, but then, he suddenly cramped and steadied himself at the doorframe. Hilmar thought he needed to throw up, and Nabia, who was aware of another attack, raised her gun, but after a few coughs, Marcus nodded and took the laptop bag again.

»False alarm! Just let’s go, we may send the message to Karl from the car, too!«

They closed the door behind them, and Hilmar noticed that once they were in the staircase, Marcus seemed way better off. There was a flickering in his eyes, and once they had brought one store between themselves and Marlene’s apartment, he whispered:

»I have an idea! If you think it’s too risky, we can drop it – but maybe, you don’t want this Black Amazon to be in charge for much longer!«

***

Marlene stared at Nabia as she returned to the bedroom, carrying Marlene’s laptop she placed on the chair.

»How long do you think it will take them to get to one of their places? 15, 20 minutes?«

Marlene nodded. She had no idea where they would go, but it was more likely they would get to Hilmar’s apartment, and it was some 20 minutes away from her own. Then, her eyes widened as Nabia took off her T-Shirt, revealing her firm, ample boobs and her trim belly. Whilst she opened her jeans, the Black said:

»I just want to take the opportunity to have a quick shower, too! Just don’t go anywhere!«

Once she was naked, Nabia rushed into the bathroom, and Marlene tried to work on her tight bonds, but to no avail. A few minutes later, she returned, still naked, her hair wet, and some water drops still on her dark skin. Her butt danced in front of Marlene’s eyes as she bent over the laptop. Then, she turned towards the bed.

»I turned on Discord, so we will notice they contact us!«

Marlene mewed as she then climbed upon the bed and cuddled against her, in a way that Nabia’s breast touched one of hers. The black then let her hand brush over Marlene’s belly.

»Until then, we can learn to know each other better!«

Marlene cringed as Nabia’s fingers touched her side, and she protested through her gag. Nabia stopped her caresses and looked at her.

»You don’t like this, Marlene?«

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Marlene vigorously shook her head, and Nabia showed a pensive expression before she asked her next question:

»But you want us to succeed, don’t you? You want Silvana and the others to be rescued, and if Karl gets caught or killed, you wouldn’t mind either?«

Reluctantly, trying to figure out where the trap in Nabia’s words was, Marlene nodded. Now, the Black let out a deep sigh.

»You know, you are not the only one who has a reason to hate Karl! He humiliated me, too! And for that, he deserves to be crushed!«

For a few seconds, her expression showed that this wasn’t just banter, but Nabia really suffered from what Karl had done to her, by overpowering her, and leaving her behind, naked, bound and gagged. Being hooded at this time, Marlene hadn’t even witnessed Nabia’s biggest defeat: getting tickled until she had wet herself.

»You see, if we want to be successful, I have to get this out of my system and to become my old self. A tough, capable soldier, strong and the master of all odds!«

Her hand once again started to caress Marlene, and she shifted her position so she could bend over her.

»I think«, she now breathed, »I start building confidence by fully enjoying the joy of being in charge again!«

***

Annika had only partially been able to say what had been going around right beside her. The box she was stuffed inside was made of solid cardboard, so she had only heard some of the conversation and other things.

Obviously, they had had their way with Silvana – Annika had heard a strange buzzing, accompanied by sighs and mews that had not sounded as if the girl had been suffering –, and they had also told her that her destiny would not be to be freed together with her and Lisa.

»What happened? Did this mean Karl find a higher bidder? And what can I do to help her? For God’s sake, I am a Policewoman, and so far, I have only made things worse!«

Perhaps, Annika was a bit harsh in her self-criticism, but for sure, she hadn’t done anything to get herself or any of the others free. Before she could consider what to do, however, she felt that her box was moved. It seemed that her captors used the sack truck to do so.

»Mhhmmm! Uuhhmmmm! Hhrrrmmm!«

She squirmed and moaned as she was driven along a corridor and then, bumping down step by step, a few stairs. If there were other persons, she could perhaps raise attention. However, she could only hear how a van’s side door was opened, and then, she was placed inside. Rather by accident than by meanness, Annika now was lying on her back.

Tied in a ball position, this wasn’t too uncomfortable, though as she tried to shift her position, she noticed that she could not reach her face with her fingers, meaning she would remain gagged. Her fingers felt the gap between the two parts of the box’s lid, sealed by some duct tape.

»Maybe, I can pick on it and try to get out of this box! Then, maybe, I can-«

Her thoughts were interrupted when the men returned, and then, her box suddenly was squashed a bit. Annika mewed anxiously, but the cardboard remained intact, just deformed a bit under the weight. Obviously, a second box had been placed upon hers. From the faint rustling and humming, she guessed that it was one of her co-captives.

»So much about opening the lid!«, Annika cursed. She heard the men load more and more boxes into the van, all the time talking in Arabic. Then, the side door was shut, and little later, the car began to move.

»Phew! He might just have made us rich men, but I am glad that we will most likely never again meet this man!«

Ahmed wiped some sweat from his forehead and lit a cigarette, offering one to Brahim, who was driving the van, too. His friend nodded, and though none of them would have confessed that loudly, both felt relief, for they had been a little afraid of Karl. Brahim inhaled and then, a grin appeared on his face.

»Just some 36 hours more, and we are rich! And in between-«

He placed the cigarette between his lips, so he could make an obscene gesture with his right. Ahmed chuckled. Karl had warned them not to touch Lisa, but there were still Judith and Annika, and if the prize for having half a million each was only having the redhead and the brunette to have fun with, they were both willing to pay it!

»Let’s just get to the hideout! And then, we will make sure that these two will never doubt that we are both grown men!«

***

Once the van had disappeared behind a corner, Karl took a sip from his water bottle before he entered his car. It was a small Opel, and with the backseat’s backrest folded, there had been just enough room for the two transport boxes. Some of the people living nearby had watched them from the distance, but since the van had the label of a moving company on it, and they had acted as if they had all the time in the world, nobody had said something. Perhaps, one had wondered why they were working on a holiday, but nobody would call the cops on that.

The only annoying thing had been the constant gossiping. To drown the sounds coming from the boxes, he, Ahmed and Brahim had constantly talked, and now, he had a dry throat. However, Karl could get himself the finest Champaign once he had met with the Erzherzog.

According to his navigation system, it was exactly 387 kilometres to Reutte, and since the tank was full, he would be able to do the trip with just one small stop to follow nature. By 11 pm, he would be at their meeting point, and by midnight, the only bitter drop in his overfilled chalice of sweet wine would be that he would never see Silvana again, nor be able to put his hands on her.

»That is, if I don’t give a fuck on the money and keep her for myself!«

He laughed and shook his head about such an irrational thought, though his »little Karl« would have thought different. Karl started the car and once he had switched on the radio, he no longer could hear any sound emerging from the boxes behind his backrest.

***

Nabia didn’t bother to get from the bed and just leaned over Marlene as she released her ankles, allowing her to lie on the bed in a normal position, with just her wrists tied to the bedposts. However, as she then let her hand wander over her victim’s belly and to the top of her triangle of pubic hair, and Marlene defensively squeezed her thighs together, Nabia grinned wolfishly.

»Playing hard to get, hm?«

She attacked her sides and armpits from both sides, tickling Marlene until she squealed through her gag, thrashed in her bonds and flailed with her unbound legs. When Nabia allowed her to catch breath, it took her some time to realize that the Black had changed her position. She was now above her, resting on her arms, and her legs were both between Marlene’s.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnnnggg!«

She squirmed and tried to escape when Nabia lowered her pelvis, pressing her pubic mound against Marlene’s. She then bent her arms, so her breasts were touching Marlene’s, and she had her trapped under her tall, athletic body. She looked down on Marlene who was still panting from the previous tickle attack.

During the last months, female kidnappers had played sexual games with her, and she had been brought to orgasm whilst she and Silvana had been tied together. So, forced intimacy with another woman wasn’t especially new to Marlene. However, now, with Nabia lying on top of her, it felt different. To her horror, the first comparison that came to her mind was – Hilmar!

There were some physical similarities: both Hilmar and Nabia were about 6’, and since the Black had trained muscles, the difference in weight also wasn’t big. However, it was more the way she was lying on top of her, in a way that could also be described as dominant. Marlene could see her grin, the strong arms and shoulders, and she could scent Nabia’s fragrance, strange, but not appalling.

»If you fight now, it will be all the funnier for me, Marlene!«

Nabia’s hands tetched to Marlene’s wrists and then slowly brushed along her arms. She still rested upon her victim – prey – and Marlene could feel the heat of the other’s womb pressing against her own. Whenever she breathed, her boobs heaved against Nabia’s, and she could feel that the Black’s nipples had grown hard. Marlene moved when Nabia’s fingers wandered over the inside of her upper arms, approaching her armpits.

»I could squeeze you«, Nabia breathed, but she didn’t sound very threatening, and when she pressed her fists against Marlene’s exposed armpits, she stopped before it became more than a little painful. Then, she showed something that Marlene had never before seen on the soldier woman’s face: an impish smile.

Slowly, she decreased the pressure and at the same time, also very slowly, she opened her fists. Marlene felt the tips of her fingers brush over the sensitive skin of her armpits, and the tingling started, forcing her to squirm and writhe.

»Hrrrrrmmmmm! Mmhhuuhhmmmm! Gghhnnnnnnn!«

Marlene screamed through her gag, spluttering and wheezing from helpless laughter, but there was no escape from Nabia’s surprisingly nimble fingers, nor from the weight of her hot body, now glistering with sweat. Marlene flailed with her legs, her heels drumming on Nabia’s buttocks, but the Black just continued.

Hyperventilating, and fighting not to faint, Marlene realized only after a while that something had changed: Nabia’s hands had wandered under her body, and she was thrusting her pelvis against hers. Nabia’s eyes were closed now, and through her slightly opened lips came small sounds, half breath, half groan.

»Oh my God, she’s so – strong! Passionate!«

Somehow, she knew that these were way too positive adjectives, but at the same time, Marlene could only feel the heat of Nabia’s body, her strength and firmness, and the way she pressed against her, more and more unable to oppress her growing passion. Marlene adjusted her breath to Nabia’s, and she also reared up whenever the Black’s pelvis thrusted against hers. She closed her eyes, too, and leaned back, offering her throat to Nabia like a surrendering animal. She felt hot breath on her throat, then lips, and when Nabia playfully bit her shoulder, Marlene groaned and her ankles crossed over Nabia’s butt, pressing her closer.

Despite Marlene being so thoroughly gagged, and Nabia not allowing herself to get too loud from her growing passion, the panting, moaning and groaning, together with the sounds of the bed springs, caused that the two women didn’t recognize the signal of the incoming call from Marcus and Hilmar for quite some time.

***