Ebony and Ivory 14

From a corner, Valentina now brought a throne whilst Louise carried a small table. Actually, it was just an upholstered armchair, but the carved wood had been painted golden. It was placed close to the chair in which the Erzherzog was sitting, and the table was put beside it. Louise then placed a carafe with a golden liquid on the table and poured some into a glass whilst Valentina aided the Erzherzog in getting up. Before he sat down in the throne, Louise helped him to put on a bright red robe.

»I would invite you to have a glass with me, but under the given circumstances, this would be a bad idea!«

He chuckled, what turned into a cough, and took a sip. Meanwhile, another chair was placed opposite to the throne. It was made of iron, and seat, backrest and armrests were covered with spikes. Silvana mewed when now, Marlene was freed from the ceiling and placed inside the dreadful chair. Valentina used leather straps to tie her wrists and elbows to the armrests. Meanwhile, Louise ripped away her T-Shirt, followed by her bra. She read the label of the torn garment.

»38D. Or, as Canadian lumberjacks say, ›just a handful‹!«

She continued stripping Marlene whilst Valentina stepped over to Silvana. She untied the waist strap, but then ignored Abina and also freed Silvana’s ankles.

»Allow me!«

Silvana was still to horrified by Marlene saying that Marcus was dead that she didn’t react when Valentina removed her garter belt and the now completely ruined stockings from her. Louise had now removed Marlene’s socks and Jeans and had her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. She made room for Valentina, and they removed the garment together. Then, she was further restrained by two straps securing her upper body to the backrest, one below her breasts, one at her waist. They then bent her legs over the armrests, tying Marlene’s knees to it. Valentina then grabbed her victim’s scalp, and they waited until Marlene regained her consciousness.

It took her just a few seconds to realize she was once more tightly restrained, and that moving around would cause pain. The spikes were so many that only a little of her weight rested on each, too little to actually pierce her skin. But they hurt because the straps pressed her against them, and the way she was tied, with her legs bent over the armrests, not only was exposing and embarrassing, it also put her buttocks in an inconvenient position. Helplessly, Marlene waved her lower legs as Louise slowly took off her frilly knickers, making sure the Erzherzog had a good view.

»It’s really hot in here!«

She balled up the damp garment and approached Marlene. Valentina tightened her grip at the woman’s scalp and also pinched Marlene’s nose shut, so she had to accept the gag. Though she was still horrified from what had happened to Hilmar, she retched when the panties touched the back of her throat.

»There’s room for some more packing, I think!«

Valentina released Marlene’s mouth, but only to clamp her mouth shut. Louise stepped behind her and peeled down Valentina’s black panties. These were put on top, with Louise using both hands to get the stuffing as deep into Marlene’s oral cavity as she could manage. Then, she tied Silvana’s garter belt over the mouth packing, tying it tight so it cut into the corners of Marlene’s mouth.

»Let’s see if it works!«

Now, each of them grabbed one of Marlene’s ankles, and then, they tickled her soles. Marlene squirmed and writhed, unable to stop, though this sent painful shivers through the parts of her body where it touched the spikes. Her squeals and moans were stifled by the gag, but the two tormentors didn’t seem satisfied.

One of Marlene’s socks was balled up, crammed in the little space left between her lips. Valentina tied it in place with one of Silvana’s stockings; then, they took Marlene’s panties, making a show of sniffing on them, playfully waving their hands and commenting on their victim’s fragrance. Then, the panties were pulled over Marlene’s head. Finally, Louise brought a black leather mask that went over Marlene’s nose, mouth and chin and buckled it at her nape.

This time, they tickled her sides, but though she wildly flailed her calves, her chortles and mews were now barely audible. Valentina nodded.

»Don’t worry, we will see for your further fun when we are finished with the others!«

In Annika’s case, »finishing« just meant that they turned the Spanish Horse some 30 degrees, so the Erzherzog had a better look at the Policewoman’s nude front. Then, Louise produced a long rope that was made of braided leather and had a knot in it at every inch. She tied one end around Annika’s waist and then brought the not to her back. Here, she squeezed Annika’s still reddened buttocks, causing her to mew.

»Come on, we all know you love it rough!«

Ignoring Annika’s sense of modesty, she pushed the knotty rope between her legs and then threaded it through her waist rope, pulling the slack out, so there were knots in her cleft, and she had to sit on two of them, too. The crotch rope still wasn’t too tight, though, as she then hung it over a hook in the ceiling, right between Annika and Nabia.

»We would have loved to rearrange you, Nabia – but we don’t dare! A strong fighter like you should be kept helpless 24/7!«

Nabia fumed, and Valentina slung a second knotty rope around the Black’s waist, holding the ends loosely in her hands. Louise brought the now empty pitcher.

»As you know, His Highness wants to watch you do one peculiar favour to him!«, she said, holding the pitcher between Nabia’s legs, some four inches below her crotch.

»At least, you can’t say that this is hell without relief!«, Valentina added. She now stepped back, stretching her left arm towards Nabia whist she brought her right hand to her shoulder. Then, she started changing this position from left to right repeatedly, causing the knotty rope to rub over Nabia’s exposed sides. She twitched, but this caused the feathers under her soles to join the game, making things even worse.

The Erzherzog raised his glass, toasting towards Nabia who stared daggers at him, trying to fight down her urge to squirm and giggle. Her breath accelerated, turned into wheezing, and she trembled from the effort. She knew that she would lose that game, and she knew the sooner she did what they wanted, the sooner it would be over, but Nabia didn’t want to succumb, and so, she bit down on her gag and tensed her muscles.

Her fight, accompanied by squealing, panting and writhing, lasted for several minutes. Then, she twitched and let out a few whimpers before she finally lost control over her bladder. Valentina stopped teasing her and brushed her cheek.

»Good girl, let it all out!«

Nabia felt physically exhausted when she was finished. Louise removed the pitcher, and Valentina now applied a crotch rope to her, putting it over another hook a few inches apart from the one Annika’s crotch rope was dangling from. She pulled so both ropes were snug and then tied them together. Then, she hooked her thumb on the rope between the two hooks and pulled downwards, so the pressure on both crotch ropes increased.

»Now, I could tease you both with one single finger! Unfortunately, Louise and I don’t have too much time!«

Louise came back, carrying what turned out to be a bell. It was made of brass, had the size of a head, and seemed to be considerably heavy. Both Nabia and Annika reared up and grunted when it was hung to the rope, so both their crotch ropes were yanked painfully tight.

»Just to add a deeper sound to the light jingles!«

Valentina and Louise now produced a handful of small brass jingles. Each was attached to a clamp, and they placed six of those on the nipples of Nabia, Annika and Marlene. Now, there was the sound of these bells, accompanied by an occasional sound from the big bell, as the three women squirmed in their bonds.

Now, they turned for Abina, who had managed to withdraw to one of the corners, but, hooded and in her armbinder, was no match for the two women. She was pulled into the centre of the room, where her leash was fixed to yet another ceiling hook. It was loose enough the Black could stand without problems, but sitting down wasn’t an option.

To »make things more entertaining«, a rope was tied to her crotch strap, led over the ceiling hook and then tied off to her knee, forcing her to raise her right leg to the level of her breasts. Now, whenever Abina moved her leg, or tried to lower her body, the crotch strap would turn from painful to agonizing. Louise placed two bells on her nipples and then, with a giggle, she added one to the big toe of her dangling foot. Seeing this, Valentina giggled.

»Nice touch!«

Taking the last two jingles, she clamped them to Marlene’s big toes, so the bells brushed over her soles when she moved, adding to her discomfort.

»Now, Silvana, last, but not least!«

The two  now worked together, tying the girl’s ankles to her opposite knees, forcing her legs into a triangle. Then, her arms were freed from the block and tied behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow. The rope was wound around her lower arms and knotted off so she could not reach any of the knots then, she was put on her belly, so she lie on the floor, some two yards away from the Erzherzog who had spilled half of it when he had refilled his glass. He seemed relaxed and excited at the same time, as if he was on drugs.

Valentina stepped over Silvana, tying a rope around her waist before treading it between her legs, pulling the slack out. Then, tightening her grip, she grabbed Silvana’s upper arm with her free hand and asked:

»Do you know the old counting rhyme?«

»Mhhm?«

Valentina put the rope over her bound arms. Then, she pulled with all her might.

»Eenie!«

»Mmhrrrrrrrrr!«

Silvana screamed into her gag. The line of fire between her legs shooed away her grief for Marcus, and it made her eyes water as the rope found a way between her labia and buttocks. Valentina now pulled downwards, so Silvana had to arch back, and slung the rope around her lower legs.

»Meenie!«

»Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmhhrrrmmmmm!«

She pulled until Silvana’s lower arms and lower legs were only inches apart, forcing her body into a hideous bow. She then wound the rope around her arms and legs a second time before she got up, pulling the rope towards the ceiling, so Silvana’s thighs were pulled from the floor and all her weight rested on her hips and her breasts.

»Minie!«

»Mo!«, Louise added. She had brought an even bigger brass bell she now hung to the end of the rope Valentina had put over yet another hook. When she let it go, the bell swayed, sending a sonorous sound through the room as the girl helplessly squirmed and rocked on the floor, grinding over the stone surface. She vigorously shook her head, causing Valentina to deny her that ability to move. She tied a piece of cord to the ring at the top of her scold’s bridle, forced her head back and tied it off to the vertical rope leading to the ceiling. Now, Silvana had to stare forward and could hardly move her head at all. Louise nodded approvingly, and Valentina now raised her voice, so the five damsels coping with their stringent bondage would listen:

»Now, since this is just a little inconvenient, you may ask yourselves why this is called ›The Grand Finale‹!«

Valentina stepped over to a corner where an Iron Maiden was placed. As she opened it, it revealed that not only was there a narrow door hidden inside, but also a large, cylinder-shaped object. With the help of Louise, Valentina now placed it outside the Iron Maiden, and the captives recognized it as a big gas bottle, painted bright red.

»The Erzherzog has always dreamed about a real torture porn, with the Holy Inquisition not only torturing witches, but also burning them in the end! Unfortunately, he was prohibited from doing so – until now!«

There was a chorus of mews and grunts, accompanied by jingling bells. The Erzherzog, an enraptured grin on his lips, took another sip from his drink, but now, the glass fell from his fingers.

»His Highness decided to die on his own will, but his last moments will be the grand finale he has dreamed of all the time!«

Louise now stepped behind Marlene’s chair. There was a drawer under the seat, and she removed it, holding it so all five damsels could see how Valentina placed a few tealights in it and lit them. Marlene squirmed and screamed through her gag as the drawer was put back under her seat.

»Relax, Big Tits, it will take a time before it becomes really unbearable. The main reason for this is, however, not pain, but to give us a head start!«

Valentina screwed the safety cap from the gas bottle’s top.

»You maybe know that butane gas is heavier than air. So, the room will fill with gas from the bottom. You will feel a bit dizzy from the fumes, but it will only be dangerous if it reaches the level of Big Tits’ butt. Then, it is – boom!«

The two women kissed the Erzherzog’s cheeks, but the old man was already under the influence of both his drugs and the show he was expecting. The poison in his drink made him immune to pain, but it also affected his ability to think.

»Now, we better go, before we become a part of the show!«

Valentina turned a valve on the gas bottle. Then, they left through the secret passage hidden in the Iron Maiden, closing the door behind them.

The heavy door cut off all noise. Among all the muffled screams, rustling, heavy breathing and the jingling bells, there now was another sound: a faint hissing that came from the bottle and sounded vicious and threatening.

***

»You must be that Yawo Nabia has spoken so much about!«

In fact, Nabia had told him quite little about the man from the Ghanan embassy who was not only her superior, but had also a higher position in the Ghanan Secret Service. The man grinned, showing his white teeth, and lit a cigarette, offering one to Marcus, too.

»I doubt she made many words, and if so, they weren’t too kind! However, I do care about her, at least as long the interests of my country are involved!«

Now, it was Marcus’ turn to grin. So far, Yawo seemed conciliant, and he would need any ally he could get.

»Your country’s interests – or Uncle Kofi’s?«

Nabia had only shortly mentioned the Grey Eminence of Ghanan policy, but the way Yawo now raised his eyebrow told him he had landed a hit.

»There isn’t much difference between the two. Now, before anything else – where are Abina and Nabia?«

Marcus gave him a short summary of the latest events. Yawo looked up to the castle.

»So, there is maybe just an old man and a blonde woman, but maybe, some more henchmen, and they do not shy away from trying to kill you – though they are not very successful!«

Marcus scoffed. The medics who had transported Hilmar to hospital had sounded as if he was still alive, but he hadn’t seen a sign of Marlene so far. Okay, he had only checked the area for a short time before he had limped back to the car, but there had been no shattered corpse lying around. Perhaps, Marlene was still alive.

»They seemed determined enough to me!«

Yawo jumped out of the car. Marcus sat up and looked outside, noticing he had returned to his own car, a plain VW Golf, and was rummaging through his trunk. He made a gesture towards Marcus to remain sitting and returned with a gym bag.

»Now, it seems that I have to take a look inside the castle, and the only one available as a backup is you! Now, let me see!«

He produced a first aid kit and applied a bandage to Marcus’ ankle that felt as if he knew what he was doing. Then, he opened a bottle of water and held a pill to Marcus.

»What’s that, Cyanide?«

»Actually, it’s a further development of a German invention from WW2 – Pervitin 2.0, so to say!«

As a history student, Marcus knew that Pervitin was an early form of Methamphetamine, a drug the Wehrmacht had used during the war. It reduced pain and the urge to rest – in other words, exactly what he needed to do more than lingering in the background when it came to saving Silvana.

»The enemy of my enemy is my friend!«, he said, swallowing the pill. Yawo opened another bottle, and they toasted.

»On our temporary friendship!«

Yawo reached him his hand, and after a moment of hesitation, Marcus shook it. This man did indeed have interests similar to his own – and contrary to him, Yawo wasn’t injured and had a gun.

The drug worked quickly, and though it left a furred feeling on his tongue, he felt the pain in his ankle cease. Yawo put the gym bag over his shoulder and they walked up to the castle’s main gate. Here, the Black took off his suit jacket and handed it to Marcus before he quickly climbed over the wall. A minute later, he opened the small door from inside, seeing Marcus check the contents of the gym bag. In his hands, he held a shortened pump gun.

»Are you robbing banks in your free time?«

»Have you ever tried to live from the salary of a Ghanan embassy member?«, Yawo replied. Then, he became serious and asked Marcus if he could handle such a weapon.

»Pump – fire – pump – fire?«, Marcus asked with a wryly grin, and Yawo shook his head.

»Just use it only if I am standing behind you! Now, let’s go!«

They approached the inner wall where they detected the improvised stairs made from beer crates. Yawo frowned.

»Seems like someone else wanted to enter after the doors were closed!«

There weren’t many possibilities who that could be: either, Marlene had reached the castle and tried her best to save Silvana, or they had missed Nabia and Annika, and they had entered that way. There was also a vague possibility that Karl had escaped from hospital and now was on his own path of revenge.

»Well, at least, we now can enter easily!«

It was easier for Yawo than for Marcus, but they managed to enter the inner court. Here, the Black noticed a movement at one of the windows and he pulled Marcus behind a corner. He noticed something white slowly fall down, moving like a bird. Since whoever had thrown the thing wasn’t visible, they approached the main building where Yawo picked up a wite garment. It was a babydoll, and it felt damp.

»Your girlfriend’s?«

Marcus took the babydoll and shook his head. He now noticed that it not only was damp, it smelled of a mixture of sweat and perfume. However, he knew Silvana’s fragrance, and this wasn’t hers. Yawo whispered:

»Maybe, it’s just my hormones speaking, but I think we should get inside and see who the owner of this lovely piece of silk is!«

***

In his throne, the Erzherzog’s eyes were now half shut, and his hand had fallen from the armrest, dangling slightly in the air. He still showed his smile, though it had become fossilized. No one could say whether he was still alive, but none of the other five people in the room would have cared in the slightest.

Annika had tried to free herself, but to no avail. The same chain that pulled her hands over her head went over a hook and was fixed to her scold’s bridle; so, if she tried to lower her arms, or pull herself upwards to dismount the Spanish Horse, she painfully yanked on her head, and if she had succeeded, she would have hanged herself. All she had managed was to make the horse rock even more, causing the tight knotty rope to chaff her soft flesh even more. She screamed into the panties stuffing her mouth, but the muffled groan was drowned by the cacophony of small and big bell sounds.

Opposite to her, Nabia was swaying around, partially forced to move by Annika’s attempts to get free. However, it was not only the combined crotch rope forcing her to move like a pendulum, it was also the feather duster under her feet. Nabia wailed with frustration. Even now, facing not only her own death, but that of the woman she loved, she was reacting to getting tickled. Once again, she pulled on the tight straps with all her might, but whilst she might have easily ripped one or two, she was trussed up by a few dozen.

»So, that’s the end?«

As a soldier, Nabia had sometimes imagined her death. It had always been something dignified, maybe even glorious – and now, she would end up naked, tied into a helpless bundle, and gagged with another woman’s used panties. This was not how a hero’s death was spelled!

»Forgive me!«, her eyes tried to signal to Annika.

She would have apologized to Abina, too, but the black doctor was hooded, unable to see what was going on around her. She only had a vague idea about the death trap in the room, but she knew that she would die if she lost balance. Her left leg was aflame from having to balance on it, but whenever she tried to ease the pressure, her neck collar reminded her that this was a bad idea.

»Mmhrrrmmmm! Uuhmmmmmm! Hmmmmmmphhh!«

Sheer panic took over, and she didn’t even notice the pain from her crotch strap as she squirmed in her bonds, knowing that all that was left to her was the choice between die in the explosion, strangle herself to death, or suffocate under the hood and panties covering her nose.

To her feet, Silvana was rocking back and forth, aching from the pain her tight bonds caused, especially the line of fire between her legs. She would have lied still, despite her growing panic, but with her breasts mashed against the floor, she had to move simply because she breathed, and this caused the bell to sway, which made her move in response.

She could hear the hissing of the gas over the sounds of the different bells, and she remembered Valentina’s words about butane being heavier than air. She was lying on the floor, but she could not tell whether she still could smell the gas. Not with the panties over her nose, not with the stale air, smelling of sweat and female arousal! She would have thought of Marcus, but now, she was just overwhelmed by atavistic fear, and her only rational thought was that she hoped she would faint before it soon happened.

Marlene had screamed her lungs out, but being gagged so thoroughly, she had quickly been out of breath. Her frantic flailing of her lower legs had only caused the damn bells to tickle her soles, and her struggles had only caused the hundreds of spikes in her seat, backrest and armrests to poke her painfully.

The worst thing, however, were the candles under her seat. It was small tealights, and perhaps, she was overreacting, but now, she could feel that the chair was getting warmer. It would not get red hot, but it would be very uncomfortable, causing her to shift and wriggle more and more – until the level of the butane had finally reached the flames.

»If only I could see Hilmar one more time!«

***

Whilst Louise had decided that since they had packed already, there was enough time to have a shower, Valentina had decided to enter the Erzherzog’s private rooms before she would dress. The old fellow would soon be dead, and they were his heirs anyway.

»Perhaps, I can find a nice little extra!«

Of course, they had the access number to the Swiss bank account, where a million in cash was waiting for them. After all, that was the reason why she and Louise had worked for the old creep.

She remembered how they first had met. The woman’s prison in Vienna had had a resocialisation program, and though neither she nor Louise had felt much resocialized, they had joined in it, and they had ended up as aides in a psychiatric clinic.

First, serving the Erzherzog’s needs had been just convenient: he could use the bathroom without help, he didn’t yell or get violent (the guy was 86, he would have broken his bones just from trying to do so!), and he even was polite, like an old gentleman.

In the three months they had been at the clinic, they had built up trust, and when another nurse had revealed to them that Alois von Bergenau was actually a former porn producer who had served seven years in prison for trying to produce »all too graphic stuff«, it had intrigued Valentina, whilst Louise had been a bit hesitant at the beginning.

Before they had left, they had exchanged numbers, and some two months ago, he had suddenly contacted Valentina. He had left the clinic some time before and rented a castle near the German border, where he could need help in doing guided tours for the tourists. When Valentina had asked him why he told her that, he had just invited her and Louise to visit him.

At the castle, he had revealed his plan to them: his »Grand Finale«, a torture porn movie without any limits. The Erzherzog had had a very compelling argument for them to aide him: money.

»According to my doctors, I have some six months to live! So, I have to do it now or never! If you help me doing it now, I will leave all my money to you! Which is one Million, waiting in a safe at my bank in Zurich!«

And so, they had been hooked, and they had served the devious plans of the old man. Now, however, they were finally free!

During their time at the castle, Louise and she had been forbidden to enter the Erzherzog’s private rooms, but now, this didn’t matter anymore. Valentina ignored the bathroom, felt a little contempt at the porn collection in the video room, and then, she examined the old man’s papers lying in disorder on his desk.

She skimmed the medical history form, knowing already the lethal diagnosis, and at first, the bank accounts with the red numbers also didn’t bother her. After all, it was possible that the Erzherzog had ignored his debts that had nothing to do with his final project since he would be dead before any executor would spend a visit to him. Then, however, she found a folder filled with bank statements, and when she looked through these, she realized that there had been a moderate fortune of some 50.000 Euros the time he had been released from prison and entered the clinic. Over the years, the sum had become less and less, including two large sums: 20.000 for a used Land Rover, and another 20.000 as a deposit for the castle.

The Erzherzog had told them that he had a trust fund from his successful years, and since he had paid until his diagnosis, he now had a Million he had turned into cash and deposited at the safe, to pay her and Louise for their help. However, of the many sums that had left his account over the past ten years, not one cent had gone to Switzerland.

Valentina grabbed the gun, a harsh expression on her face. Bound to death or not, the old fart would have to answer a few questions to her!

Still naked, she stormed down the stairs – only to see a man stand in the lobby, a gun in his hand. He was black, and she had never seen him before. Valentina raised her gun and shouted:

»Drop the gun and get down on your knees!«

Yawo didn’t panic, but he obeyed, knowing that if the woman he had heard behind his back knew her job, he would be dead if he spun around. When he turned around, his jaw almost dropped, for there was a tall woman with black hair, but a pale skin – and she was stark naked.

»I said, on your knees!«

Yawo thought of asking her whether it was because he was black, just to confuse her, but he decided against it. Slowly, he went on his knees and folded his hands behind his head.

»I am sure you want an explanation!«, he began, but Valentina just pulled the cock of her gun. Instead of a faint »click!«, she heard a loud metallic »KLICKERADOMMS!«, and something hit her from behind. The shot missed Yawo by two feet, and Valentina stared with disbelief at the armour that had been standing in the corner and now was lying in pieces. Where it had been, another man stood, his T-Shirt in rags, and he was holding a pump gun.

Before she had fully recovered from the surprise, Valentina felt something push against the back of her head, and a hand took the gun from her right. The guy with the pump gun aimed at her, and the Black now told her to lie down on her belly.

A minute later, she was hogtied by two zip ties, and Yawo stuffed a rag into her mouth before he sealed her lips with a few rounds of tape, adding two rounds over her eyes, too. Then, he pointed at the shattered armour.

»Thanks for saving my life – but why didn’t you use the pump gun?«

Marcus scoffed.

»I tried – but the trigger jammed! So, I just slammed it against the armour, to cause some distraction! It isn’t silly if it works!«

He grinned, feeling a bit in high spirits from the Pervitin. Yawo checked the gun and shook his head before he pointed at a small lever.

»If you put this down, it should work properly!«

They rushed up the stairs, from where the babydoll had fallen, hearing some loud music come from one room. As they carefully entered, they could hear another sound: obviously, the woman was taking a shower.

Deciding that this was  not the time for being polite, they didn’t knock, and one minute later, a still naked and dripping wet Louise was lying in the bathtub, hogtied with zip ties and gagged with a washcloth and tape that also blindfolded her.

»Okay, now, there’s still the old fellow, plus maybe some more naked Amazons!«

They quickly checked the rooms, finding no other persons, and then, back in the basement, Marcus suddenly saw something in a corridor: at the end was a cupboard standing slightly askew, and between it and the wall, a sneaker was jammed. It was a sneaker in white and pink, and Marcus knew that Marlene had been wearing such a shoe.

»Maybe, we are close to what we were looking for!«, he said towards Yawo.

***