Ebony and Ivory 12

Annika seemed to be a bit puzzled, though the barrel of her gun still pointed at Louise. Silvana saw her licking her lips and stare at the direction from where the voice had come. As if she could see her, Valentina now said:

»I am now coming in, Annika! You better be not too trigger-happy, for you may hit your friend!«

Around the corner, there was the sound of a door getting pushed open, followed by some faint screeching that made Annika frown. She aimed at the corner when a shadow appeared. Then, she saw it was an old wheelchair.

»Mmhhrrmmm?«

Both Abina and Silvana mewed in unison when they recognized it was Nabia. She was secured to the wheelchair by numerous zip ties, and her mouth was covered by a strip of tape. She had her eyes closed, and Annika realized she was unconscious, and her head was held up by Valentina who was crouching behind the wheelchair.

»Just to proof I am not bluffing! Now, you will lower your gun and hand it to Louise! If not, I will have to use the dagger in my hand on your friend!«

Silvana couldn’t believe it! How on earth had Nabia, Abina’s former right hand, become the ally of a Policewoman? However, she saw how, after a few seconds of hesitating, Annika indeed put down her gun. Louise got up from the floor and took it, and now, Valentina rose from behind the wheelchair, too. She indeed had a dagger in her hand, but now, she also drew a gun.

»Give up! My backup will be here any minute!«, Annika tried to bluff, but Valentina just showed a sardonic smile.

»If they are as competent as you and Black Beauty, we have little to fear! In addition, if there will come some cavalry to save you, we better have some hostages!«

She gave the wheelchair a push with her knee, so it rolled towards Annika who bent over Nabia to check whether she was okay. Valentina let her do so, she didn’t even protest as Annika removed the tape from the Black’s mouth.

»She will remain unconscious for a while, but after that, she will be all right! Now, since you are our prisoner, you may have noticed that we have a special dress code for our prisoners!«

As on keyword, Louise now stepped beside Silvana and brushed over her nude body with the gun barrel. The girl shivered, and Annika knew that she could only prolong the inevitable by seconds, and by risking that her friends got hurt.

So, she took off her shoes, followed by the socks. Valentina told her to place the latter in Nabia’s lap, and she had an idea why she had given that order. The stone floor felt chilly on her soles, but she took off her sweater, not bothering that the T-Shirt came with it. Except for her panties, she now was naked.

»Hm, nice and pert! What are you, a 34C?«

»Yes! And before you ask, I am also a natural redhead!«

Annika peeled down the panties that had originally belonged to Judith, revealing a thatch of reddish pubic hair. Valentina made her put them into Nabia’s lap, too. Then, Louise changed the position of the gun, pressing it against Silvana’s labia so the barrel pointed upwards.

»Now, Annika, if you don’t want Silvana to get the cumload of death, you better don’t try anything funny when I now put away my gun! Please, come over to me!«

She put her gun into her belt and then pushed something towards the middle of the room. Though she was more than distracted by the gun between her legs, Silvana recognized it as a so-called Spanish Horse: a horizontal beam resting on four legs that ended in skids. It was like a rocking horse without a head.

»Now, get up, Annika!«

Reluctantly, the Policewoman mounted the contraption, clenching her teeth for the square beam was placed in a way one edge pointed upwards, forcing her to sit on it, with her weight pressing her soft flesh against it. Now, she could soften the pain by keeping her feet on the ground, but she knew that soon, that opportunity would be taken from her.

Valentina now produced two narrow leather belts and tied these around Annika’s knees. Then, she pointed at a key ring that was attached to each of those.

»If we choose to do so, we can put additional weight to your legs – but more of that later! First, I will make sure you’ll not leave your position unless you are allowed to do so!«

She produced four more of these belts; they were connected by the key rings, so she had two pairs. Valentina tied two around Annika’s thighs, close to her crotch. Then, she grabbed her right ankle, folded her leg and buckled the strap connected to the right thigh strap around it, so she had to keep her leg bent. Annika gasped, but a look on Silvana who was cringing when Louise pushed the barrel harder against her labia made her hold still when Valentina also tied her left leg. Now, she rested on the beam with her entire weight, and it already felt uncomfortable. Reflexively, she used her hands to push herself up and ease the pressure. However, Valentina demanded that she put her hands to her front where she shackled her wrists. The manacles had a long, thin chain attached to them, and Valentina now climbed on a stool and threaded the chain through an eyelet above Annika’s head. She pulled until the redhead’s hands were way above her head; then, she slung the end of the chain around Annika’s neck, so she would strangle herself if she lowered her head.

»It’s just a temporary precaution! Once I have dealt with your friend, I will make you more comfortable! By the way, what’s her name? After all, this is the 21st century, and so, I perhaps shouldn’t call her ›Black Beauty‹ or ›Ebony Princess‹!«

She giggled, obviously amused by herself considering political correctness inside a torture chamber. Annika, trying to cope with the chain around her neck, croaked Nabia’s name, and now, with her being restrained, Louise let Silvana go and pushed Nabia’s wheelchair over to Valentina who cut the zip ties restraining her legs, so they could remove her sneakers, socks and sweatpants. With considerable glee, Louise then removed her panties, letting the pink cotton garment dangle from two fingers, playfully waving her nose.

»How kind of Nabia to carry your gag with her, Annika, don’t you think? Phew, seems she has been thinking of you when wearing those!«

In fact, the scent of these panties was a very peculiar mix: first, Marlene had been wearing these during one of her Zumba lessons, then, Hilmar had used them to gag Nabia, but before, he had dabbed Marlene’s crotch with them, soaking up her juices. And then, after she had been chewing on them for a while, Nabia had worn them for an entire day.

All this went through Annika’s head as Louise now approached her. However, her position didn’t allow much struggling, and now, Valentina grabbed something from a wall hook and said:

»Will you accept your gag like a good girl, or do I have to make you?«

Annika glanced at her, but she knew that this woman would not just hurt her, but maybe also the other captives. And so, though she cringed her nose when she caught their fragrance, she opened her mouth as Louise brought the panties close to her face.

The blonde worked slowly, pushing the damp garment deep into Annika’s cheeks and throat. She retched as more and more of the substantial panties filled her mouth, and her chest heaved from her heavy panting. Valentina watched the gagging and then, she brushed some hairs from her victim’s cheeks before she held up yet another contraption.

»It’s a scold’s bridle, you may have seen one before! Since you were a good girl so far, we will use the one without additional spikes!«

The bridle consisted of two metal bands, one with a plug attached to it. This plug went into Annika’s mouth, pushing the panties even deeper into her throat, and then, the ends were tightened at the back of her head with a little screw. The band had a thin leather padding, so it didn’t cut her skin, but Annika nevertheless felt it cut painfully into the corners of her mouth. In addition, she now felt she would choke.

The other ring went under her chin, forcing her to close her jaw the little she still could with her mouth stuffed to the bursting, and over her head. Annika mewed when the chain was unwound from her neck, but Valentina instead threaded it through an eyelet at the top of the scold’s bridle, so she still had to keep up her arms and was feeling uncomfortable already.

Valentina and Loise now freed Nabia’s arms and stripped her of her T-Shirt and bra. Then, Valentina said:

»She deserves something special, doesn’t she?«

Louise chuckled, and the raven-haired woman brought something big and obviously quite heavy. It looked a bit like the pictogram on a men’s toilet, but it was made of wood and covered all over with metal knobs. It had the size of a grown man, and the two women now took a hook dangling from the ceiling, put it through a hole on the top and then pulled it up so it was in a 45 degree angle, its »feet« resting on the ground. To Silvana, it looked like a giant Gingerbread Man from hell.

They fixed the chain, and then, they carried the unconscious Nabia over to the figure and draped her on it. Valentina now brought a bucket that was filled not only with water, but dozens of the small leather belts they now used to secure Nabia to the board.

»Once the leather has dried, they will be even tighter«, Louise crowed, just to make Annika suffer even more.

The leashing was done very thoroughly. Her arms were secured at her wrists, halfway to her elbows, above and below her elbows, at her upper arms and her armpits. Her upper body was encircled above and below her ample boobs, at her waist and just above her pubic hair, whilst her legs were buckled at the top of her thighs, above and below her knees, and finally her ankles.

»Uuh, seems someone was excited, too!«, Valentina now said towards Annika. She had picked up the Policewoman’s panties and was now sniffing on them. Annika couldn’t help blushing. The panties had originally been worn by Judith before she had been gagged with them and then had worn them after her escape. She remembered how she and Nabia had playfully wrestled in the grass, and how this had sent a tingle through her loins.

Louise balled up Annika’s socks, draped the panties around them and forced the wad behind Nabia’s teeth before it was secured by another scold’s bridle. Then, Valentina brought three leather belts that were short, but each was some two inches wide. One was used to secure Nabia’s neck to the board, the other two further immobilized her head, going over her mouth and her forehead. Finally, the two captors pulled on the chain, so finally Nabia helplessly dangled a few inches above the floor, unable to move anything but her fingers or her toes.

»That should keep even her! Now, just in case Annika said the truth about her having a backup, I will take care of a few safety measures! Louise, you may call the Erzherzog now!«

She turned towards the captives and added:

»The poor old man! All he still can do is watch – and now, he has twice as much to put his eyes upon!«

***

»All right, let’s go!«

Hilmar, Marlene and Marcus were ready to leave the van and see where Annika and Nabia were staying. Marcus had been up to the castle, to pretend being a tourist, too, only to find that it was »closed due to repair measurements«. This was yet another sign that something went terribly wrong.

»Obviously, the drawing bridge leading over the moat to the inner castle is still functioning, for it has been pulled up! I could see it when I peeped through a gap in the door!«

They vaguely knew which way the others had taken, and so, they walked on, led by Marcus who was carrying their most potent weapon, a crowbar that had been inside the van. Hilmar had his pocketknife whilst Marlene had their only left cell phone.

Whilst Marcus had been trying to get into the castle, Hilmar and Marlene had decided to see if they could find some more information on the Baron/Erzherzog and his porn movie company, and they had found something: according to an old article, »Alois Archduke’s Adulteries« had not went bankrupt, but the company had been forbidden because the films it had produced had been such that depicted graphic violence – and obviously, Archduke Alois had gone too far in providing realistic material.

»Several of his actresses sued him, and it seems he even spent a few years in prison! He might now be in his 80ies, but this man is not just a harmless creep!«

Marlene had cuddled against Hilmar who had put his arm around her. She had looked at the article and then, they had decided not to tell Marcus: if he thought that Silvana was in the clutches of some modern Marquis de Sade, he would perhaps get to unnecessary risks. If they’d find out the truth, it would be early enough for Marcus to know.

Like Annika and Nabia before, they decided to leave the path and soon, they also discovered the hidden path leading to the hanging bridge. There, beside the post of the bridge, Marcus discovered two things: a small backpack, and a folded, turquoise-coloured cloth.

»That’s Annika’s«, Marcus concluded, looking inside the bag that only contained a half-filled water bottle and a few cereal bars. Marlene, who had recognized the cloth, added:

»And that’s the skirt I borrowed her!«

None of them had an explanation why Annika had partially stripped, but they were sure that the answers were on the other side of the bridge. Marcus tested its stability, and once he had discovered the acrylic glass and Nylon rope enforcements, he began walking over it. With a sigh, Hilmar followed, and Marlene, not wanting to stay behind, followed. She was walking slowly, with both hands at the railing, for she had slight problems with vertigo.

PLOPOPOP!

The series of small explosions didn’t sound very impressive, but Hilmar, who had almost reached the other end of the bridge, could see a few bright lightnings at the bridge’s posts. Then, for a terrible second, he felt like he was hovering when suddenly, there were no more planks beneath his feet.

»Fuck!«

The word echoed as he fell down the ravine.

»Hilmar!«

Marlene couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the white light, and then, the bridge collapsed. Reflexively, she clawed her hands into the railing she was holding. The bridge slammed against the bush-covered rocks, but she managed to keep her grip. Marlene wasn’t the most athletic woman, but she fought and struggled, and she still hung from the ropes when the remnants of the bridge stopped shaking around.

»Hilmar! Marcus!«

Marlene screamed their names, but there was no response, and when she dared to look down, she could not see any signs of one of the men. Her heart cramped, and tears ran down her cheeks. She managed to climb up the few yards to the plateau, and there, she was lying on her belly, trembling like aspen foliage and sobbing uncontrollably.

However, after some time, Marlene wiped the tears from her eyes and got up. Now, her face showed a determined expression. As she walked back the way they had come, her limbs aching, she repeated one sentence like a mantra:

»Revenge is mine, you bastards!«

***

»So, now, we will remain undisturbed for the foreseeable future – and by tomorrow, we will leave anyway!«

Valentina returned to the torture chamber where meanwhile, the Erzherzog had arrived, too, admiring the four naked, restrained and gagged girls. He had also recognized Annika, but he also didn’t seem too concerned about the fact that there could be more surprise guests.

»As Valentina said, by tomorrow, our work will be done! Then, I can die in peace, and both Valentina and Louise may live happily ever after, sharing my inheritance!«

Silvana noticed that he hadn’t mentioned what would happen to any of the captives. However, she then saw a strange detail: the old man now wore a sunshield held by an elastic band, and on it stood one word: »Director«.

Louise now fetched a tripod and placed a camera on top of it: an old-fashioned film camera from the previous century. She and Valentina brought other equipment like a spotlight on a post, a clipboard and a manuscript that looked as if it had been read over and over.

»During my time – out of business«, the Erzherzog explained, »I had plenty of time to develop one last opus, and I have developed ideas for a dozen films! Of course, in my niche of the business, one always has to improvise, but I think that in this case, the story tells itself! Ebony and Ivory in a torture chamber, who needs more to enjoy?«

He chuckled whilst he seemed to remember the times when he had been a younger man, directing films that were not meant for the broader public, but had always found their audience. Then, he sat down again and ordered:

»Valentina, Louise, I am afraid you’ll have to work both behind and in front of the camera! Please, get dressed for the shooting!«

»Of course, Your Highness!«, the two said in unison and curtseyed. Then, without hesitating, Valentina took off her boots and opened the zipper of her catsuit, peeling that down, too. She only sported plain, high cut black panties, and her body showed that she was slender, but athletic, with breasts defying gravity. From a cupboard, she fetched a pair of high heels and put them on.

»I am ready!«

Louise had withdrawn to change her dress, but when she returned, she only sported a transparent white babydoll that left little to imagination, together with frilly white panties and a pair of white pumps. She still wore her glasses, a touch that somehow added to the effect of her ensemble. Both girls now began to position both the camera and the spotlight, and Silvana saw that they were filming Abina who was writhing at her cross.

Nabia had regained her consciousness, but after a short, furious battle, she had learned that her bonds were unyielding. Now, she was slightly swaying from the hook, looking either at Abina or at Annika, who was shifting uncomfortably on her Spanish Horse.

Once the camera was positioned, Valentina approached Silvana and further lowered the torture wheel. The exhausted girl found herself in a position between standing and kneeling, and, by stretching her arms, she managed to sink down on her knees. Valentina took her face between her hands and stepped so close that she was embedded between her breasts.

»Now, tell me, Silvana, are you thirsty? You must be, for you are now gagged for hours, and when we found you in this box, you were covered with sweat. Sure, you’d die for a simple sip of water, wouldn’t you?«

Silvana knew that this was just the prelude of another perfidy, but she couldn’t help whimpering and nodding. Louise now approached, carrying a tray with a glass pitcher on it. It contained water that looked very refreshing.

Valentina now peeled on the tape sealing Silvana’s lips and unwound it. Then, she also removed the ball gag and the narrow strip of cloth tied between her lips. With some effort, she then worked out the dense packing that consisted of two of Nabia’s worn panties. Silvana panted and couldn’t help drooling over her chest.

Valentina once again took her face and before she could close her mouth, she had pushed the tip of her right breast in it. Her grip tightened, and she said:

»Now, you may drink – but if you bite me, we will get the funnel, and it will be pee instead of fresh fountain water!«

Louise now took the pitcher and poured water over Valentina’s chest. It trickled down her breasts, and some of it reached Silvana’s mouth. The girl, half mad with thirst, greedily began to suck and lick, ignoring how Valentina writhed and sighed as she did so. About half of the pitcher’s content reached her stomach, and when Valentina finally withdrew, she felt a little better – at least physically.

»All right, now, for your first take in our movie!«

She loosened Silvana’s shackles from the wheel and gently lowered her to the ground. Now, on her knees and elbows, she found herself at Abina’s feet.

»Abina’s thirsty, too! And even more, since she had not been able to enjoy the pleasures of a vibrator during her trip here, she is also thirsty for love! Now, will you be a good girl and give Abina what she desires?«

Abina mewed, and Silvana also weakly shook her head, withdrawing a bit from her co-captive. She could see Valentina’s boot beside her head, but the tall woman just stepped over her, followed by Louise.

»I think she needs a little persuasion – and besides, we haven’t taken much care of our newest guests! How rude of us!«

She once again grabbed the Martinet and handed another one to Louise. Matching their outfits, Louise’s was made of white leather whilst Valentina’s was black.

Valentina approached Annika and placed her hands on her boobs. The Policewoman groaned and shook her head, but Valentina lifted her up slightly, so some pressure was taken from her labia, and she could move her arms and head a bit more. Then, however, she let her go abruptly. Annika screamed into her gag as she landed on the beam, and the Spanish Horse slightly rocked back and forth. From behind her, Valentina heard an angry grunt from Nabia, and the chain she was dangling from clinked when she was trying to break her bonds.

»Well, Annika, you may have wondered why I knew your name without asking. It’s because when the Erzherzog chose Abina and Silvana, he also checked your profile, and so did Louise and me. It wasn’t much information, but I can remember one sentence from your profile page, Annika! Can you guess which?«

Without warning, she hit both of Annika’s breasts with her Martinet. Annika yelped, and her reflexive dodging caused the Spanish Horse to rock even more. Valentina watched her struggles and added:

»It said that you like it a bit rough! Well, I am sure that I can help you with that!«

»Hrrrrmmmmph! Mmhrrrrrrrrr! Uuuhhmmmmm!«

The sounds came from Nabia, clenching her fists in helpless rage, and screaming into her gag whilst staring daggers at Valentina who smiled at her.

»You must excuse us, Nabia, but we don’t know you as well as Annika yet!«

»To us, you are a blank slate!«, Louise added, and now, the two Martinets brushed over Nabia’s breasts, encircling them before the leather ribbons slowly wandered down her flanks. Nabia stiffened and began to pant, and Louise cocked her head.

»Can this be true? Such a tall, strong woman – and you are as ticklish as a little girl? How very amazing!«

Nabia’s eyes widened as Louise now fetched a roll of yarn and two feather dusters. She cut a length of yarn and tied it to Nabia’s right big toe, pulling it upwards before threading the rope through the Black’s waist strap. She pulled the slack out and then, she tied the end to Nabia’s left big toe, making the rope so tight the girl had to keep her feet perfectly vertical. Then, Louise crammed the handle of one of the dusters into a gap between two floor stones, so the feathers touched the Black’s soles.

»As long as you don’t fidget around, it’s not that bad«, Louise purred. Then, she took the second duster and began to move it over Nabia’s belly and flanks.

Valentina now stepped over to Silvana who had watched the scenario with horrified fascination, and she grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up to her.

»As said, Abina is waiting for you to be nice to her! Now, Louise will continue tickling Nabia, and I will start slapping Annika with my Martinet – as long as you have brought our Black Pearl to orgasm! It’s on you how long your companions will have to suffer!«

She walked back to Annika, and she took care that Silvana could see what she was doing as she quickly hit the Policewoman’s exposed soles, followed by her back and buttocks. Silvana turned her head, but she could still hear the muffled screams, accompanied by Nabia’s heavy breathing and wheezing.

Silvana looked up to Abina who squirmed in her bonds, shaking her head and screaming into her gag. There was a smacking sound, followed by a louder squeal from Annika, and Silvana knew that she had to do something.

A picture appeared in front of her eyes: an image of Abina, when she had been forced to introduce herself to the camera whilst being gagged. How Karl had forced her to pantomime her favourite sexual position. An embarrassed Abina had indicated she liked to be licked – and Silvana was sure that if she went up to her knees, she could reach Abina’s middle.

»All right, I must close my eyes and think of nothing but my goal!«

She closed her eyes and reached for the wall between Abina’s bound legs, slowly raising her upper body. When Abina twitched, her knee nearly hit Silvana’s face, but now, she grabbed her leg with her still shackled hands and held it tight whilst she began kissing the Black’s knee.

»Uuuhhmmph! Nnnggggg!«

Abina’s squeals mixed with those of Annika and Nabia, but Silvana blocked all of them. She continued kissing and licking the other’s knee, exploring the back of her knee with her tongue. When she felt that Abina either relaxed or had just gone out of breath, her mouth slowly wandered up her inner thigh.

She could now smell the other’s womanhood, and when she moved on, her nose was tickled by Abina’s pubic hair. Silvana hesitated. She wasn’t into women, and she had never done this to a woman before – but she had been on the receiving end, and technically, she could do to Abina what Marcus had done to her.

»Relax, Abina, try to enjoy!«

»Mhrrrmmm! Nnnngggg!«

Abina squirmed, and Silvana knew she had to be a bit harder. She pushed her hands under the Black’s rear, clawed into her buttocks and buried her face in her lap. Abina’s soft flesh moved over her nose, mouth and chin, and the taste, slightly bitter and salty, was even more overwhelming than the now much stronger fragrance. Silvana moved her fingers, kneading the other’s buttocks whilst keeping her from struggling too much, and she continued to kiss and lick her. She kept her eyes firmly closed, ignored the cacophony of muffled squeals and groans, and just kept on kissing and licking, licking and kissing.

She had no idea how much time had passed, just some seconds or several minutes, but suddenly, Abina’s moves became less spasmic, and she could feel a growing warmth against her face. There was also more moisture, and when she pushed her tongue forward again, she could easily push it between her now hot and wet labia. Silvana eased her grip on Abina’s butt and withdrew a little, teasing the other’s clit with her tongue and teeth. With a groan, Abina reared up, pressing her slippery flesh against her, and Silvana attacked again.

Her tongue was feeling a bit numb now, and Silvana thought how easy giving heads was in comparison. She felt that Abina enjoyed what she did, but she just didn’t know how she should get her over the edge. She pushed forward even more, fearing she would choke, and tried to trap Abina’s clit with her teeth, when suddenly, she felt how the other began to spasm. Once again, she pushed forward, clawing into Abina’s buttocks, and then, it finally happened. Exhausted, Silvana sank to the ground when she felt a hot liquid all over her face and chest.

Lying on the cold stones, the girl needed some time to regain her senses. She blinked, and above her, she could see Abina, glistering with sweat and panting as if she had just passed a marathon. There was a strange sound, and only when she managed to turn her head to her side, she could make out its source: the Erzherzog was applauding.

»That was amazing, Silvana! Valentina, Louise – I think that our pretty blonde with the restless tongue has earned herself a reward!«

***

FLAPFLAPFLAP!

The constant sound echoed through Marcus’ head, and he forced himself to open his eyes. He could see something green, also a few bright spots, and he blinked, aching as he tried to wipe his eyes and found it hard and painful to move his arm.

He gritted his teeth and tried again, this time being able not only to touch his face, but also to remove the twig that had covered his face and blocked his sight. There was some big red and white object, and when his brain more and more came back to life, he could add a word to the thing: it was a helicopter.

»Careful! He has got more than one fractured bone!«

The voice belonged to a man, wearing a red jacket and white trousers. He commanded two equally dressed men carrying a stretcher. Marcus saw a man lie on it, and the moment he recognized Hilmar, he remembered what had happened: the explosion, the collapse of the bridge, and their descent into the abyss.

According to his aching body, he was still alive, and obviously, somebody had found him and Hilmar. He wanted to say something, tell the men he was there, but when he tried, only a croak came out. Marcus swallowed and tried to raise, but he collapsed, and then, he had to watch as the men placed the stretcher inside the helicopter. The medics entered, too, and a few seconds later, it took off.

»Just because he’s a private patient, he’s getting advanced treatment!«

He shouted something after the vanishing chopper; then, he began an inventory of his aching body. He was covered with bruises, and when he moved his right leg, he felt a sharp pain, telling him his ankle was sprained, maybe broken. However, when he had managed to crawl from under the bush that had saved his life, he looked up to the rock where the remnants of the bridge were dangling, and he thought that he had been very, very lucky that he hadn’t suffered much worse. Aching, he brought himself into a sitting position.

»Well, my dancing career may be delayed, but I still can crawl, and if I get close enough, I might also beat the shit out of that fucking porn Archduke! I am coming, Silvie – it might just take me some time!«

***