Seven Summits 3

At first, the situation had been quite strange for Emily, for she would have preferred to hear what Aurora had to say without any civilians listening. However, Tamiko, Eileen and Helena had also reported a crime, and in addition, the two cases seemed linked in a way, and thus, she asked Aurora whether she would mind reporting with the other women listening.

Aurora had brought the hat with her, but though it was quite noticeable, none of the others had an idea who the American girl had been – or if she even was from the USA. Also, neither of them had ever seen Aurora before, so, the connection between the cases became even more obscure. Then, Helena looked up.

»Could it be that someone’s trying to create some kind of – collection?«

It had occurred to her that a distinctive feature of the missing girls was that each of them was from a different continent. Emily frowned, for it made sense: Yini was Asian, Maureen from Australia, and the cowboy girl most likely from Northern America.

»And I am from South America!«, Aurora concluded, followed by a dreadful silence in the small office. Of course, the more rational explanations for the missing girls would also not have been pleasant, but some mad collector wasn’t following the rational paths of a normal investigation.

To start somewhere, Emily checked the license plate, telling her that they belonged to a car reported stolen in Frankfurt some week ago. It was a red VW Passat, which would maybe lead somewhere, though it was a quite common car. Then, she checked the reports of people missing, wondering that it were so many. Eight of those were female, but none of them sounded African. Emily placed a question mark beside all who were under 40, since Yini was 32, according to Tamiko.

»A collector would explain why the kidnappers left you behind«, she said towards Tamiko, and the Japanese nodded, adding:

»It also explains why they have been stalking Aurora! Unfortunately, I was less aware of this, and now, Yini is gone!«

To distract Tamiko from her self-accusations, Helena asked:

»Now, what will you do? Start a large-scale manhunt?«

Emily sighed. A plan had developed inside her head; a plan that wasn’t without risk, but that could work. She looked at the four women.

»If I promise to you that you won’t be in danger, would you help me in setting up a trap?«

Tamiko agreed immediately whilst the others were more reluctant. Emily took a deep breath.

»Now, based on Aurora’s report, I will launch a general warning to the public, about a supposed kidnapping. We will increase patrols, and there will be a radio and internet warning to young females to be aware of strangers. However, we have one advantage – thanks to you!«

She pointed at Helena and Eileen, further explaining that the kidnappers couldn’t know that Tamiko had already been set free.

»According to their plan, you wouldn’t have been found before the afternoon or even later!«

Tamiko balled her fist, so her knuckles turned white, and she glimpsed at the crumpled panties still lying on the desk. She all too vividly relived her helpless hours in the box, naked, bound and gagged. However, she forced herself just to nod slightly, and to beg Emily to continue.

»The kidnappers know that we know about the abduction of the American girl, which fits the general warning in the press. However, they don’t know yet that we already know that this is part of a greater scheme – and maybe, they will try to strike once again within the next hours!«

She looked at Aurora whose eyes widened when she understood what the Policewoman was having in mind.

»You- you want to use me as a b-bait?«

Emily padded her hand and shook her head.

»Not exactly! As I said, you won’t be in danger!«

***

Some panic-struck gurgling and mewing, accompanied by helpless banging against the bars, told the other captives that the latest captive had regained her consciousness. It seemed that their captors watched her in her helpless rage for a while before they interrupted with a sharp order.

»Quiet! Now, girls – step towards the bars and place your hands on your heads!«

It took some time until the captives obeyed the order, Yini standing quietly, Salome panting with oppressed rage, whilst Maureen was slightly trembling and Anna Rose stood on wobbly legs and was whimpering through her gag. Again, the woman raised her voice:

»Now, wait for my colleague to make the round – and don’t try anything silly, for I am having an eye on you!«

This was followed by a crackling sound, and the captives were sure that she had used a taser or something similar. Yini then heard a rustling, and she felt a hand on her ankle. She oppressed the urge to land a kick and allowed her captor to cuff her ankles. The other three got their feet tied, too, and then, the cell doors were opened.

»Now, step out, and form a line, with your hand on the shoulder of the one in front of you!«

Given that all four girls were hooded, this caused some commotion, accompanied by mewing and grunting when searching hands accidentally touched boobs or hips, but in the end, they stood there lined up, with Maureen being first, followed by Salome, Yini and Anna Rose. Maureen squealed when she felt something tighten around her neck: it was a piece of rope, and there was a tug on it, forcing her to stagger forward, following her captor like a dog on a leash. The others followed her, and they slowly walked along the corridor, taking small steps with their cuffed feet.

The trip didn’t last long, and now, they were made to stand side by side, leaning against a concrete wall. Each got her wrists cuffed in front, and then, the chain of their handcuffs was fixed to an eyelet above the head, forcing all four to stand with their arms above their heads.

»We will now remove your hoods – but if any of you screams or yells, they will not only come back immediately, we will also leave you like that for another 24 hours! Do you understand?«

She waited until all four captives had nodded. Then, Maureen felt them remove the padlock from her hood, followed by opening the belt at her neck. When it was pulled from her head, it took some effort to get the foam ball sewn to the hood from her mouth, and she couldn’t help drooling all over her chest. Panting, Maureen blinked at the neon light and looked around.

Right in front of her stood the girl that had pretended to »rescue« her from Michael. Maureen cringed from the thought that right now, she would have appreciated if her greatest worry had been to prevent this guy from trying to touch her breasts.

A little afar stood a second woman, clad in black, though it looked casually. Her black hair was just long enough to be tied into a ponytail. She seemed rather small and petite, and she watched the captives in a relaxed, even amused manner. In her belt, however, Maureen could see something that looked like a taser.

She looked to her left where the blonde woman was now removing the hood from a tall black girl wearing high black leather boots, a tight black mini-skirt and a sleeveless red top that emphasized her ample breasts. Her chest heaved, and when the hood came off, she stared daggers at her captors, but managed to remain silent.

Third in line was an Asian woman, small and petite, and she was wearing only plain white bra and panties. She remained calm, and she also managed not to drool when the foam ball was pulled from her mouth.

The last girl looked as if she had dressed for a fancy dress ball, wearing tight jeans to bright red cowboy boots, and a blue and white shirt with fringes that showed her midriff. This girl trembled and whimpered, and her captor repeatedly reminded her of the punishment for all four if she screamed. Only when the girl nodded, the hood came off, revealing long, dishevelled blonde hair and a sweaty face, dominated by eyes like saucers.

»Now, I understand that you have a lot of questions, and you may also feel the urge to shout at me and my colleague! I may promise two things – some of your questions, though not all, will soon be answered, and each attempt of interrupting us will be punished immediately! The only one who can hear you is us and our employer, and we all want you quiet! So, enjoy the time before you will be gagged again!«

She looked at the four captives who all swallowed their fear or anger and waited for her to continue. The blonde smiled.

»I have already introduced myself to Salome as Milena, and you may call me by that name, too! My colleague here is Sabrina!«

The black-haired girl waved and smiled coldly, and Milena produced a large bottle of water and a measuring glass.

»Now, this glass can take up to half a litre, and it will be on you how much you will get! Each 50 Millilitres will require that you answer one question! However, if you lie, and we find out, well-«

As on keyword, Sabrina drew the taser and pressed the button, causing frightened gasps as the blue sparks showed, accompanied by a crackling sound. Milena approached Maureen.

»Now, how much water would you like? Just a sip, or the whole glass?«

Suffering from her hangover, and with her mouth parched from being gagged for hours, Maureen would have deliberately emptied the whole bottle. In addition, answering questions couldn’t be too hard. So, she croaked:

»The whole glass – please!«

Milena filled the measuring glass and then held it to her mouth, adjusting to Maureen’s speed of drinking as she emptied it. Then, she raised her fist and asked:

»Now, as we keep things informal – what’s your first name?«

Feeling slight relief, Maureen answered, and Milena raised her thumb. Then, she asked her whether she had a nickname she preferred to her real name. Since more or less all her nicknames referred to her ample boobs, Maureen shook her head, and Milena raised her index finger, indicating that there were eight questions to follow.

»If she continues like that, this will not be too bad!«, Maureen thought, and indeed, the next questions were about her age (19) and her height. When she replied »5’7’’«, Milena made a gesture to Sabrina who brought what Maureen thought to be a stick. It was, however, a folding rule, and she told Maureen to stand straight as she checked her height.

»It’s 5’7’’ with shoes, but since you are wearing Cons with thin soles, I will consider this the right answer! Now, you might be glad to hear you won’t have to announce your weight in public! After all, we can see that you are only – well padded where you should be!«

Maureen blushed when Milena let her eyes rest on her boobs. She could guess question number six before Milena spoke the words:

»What’s your bra size?«

Maureen wished that she would have been able to shield her breasts with her arms, or that she was wearing a less tight T-Shirt. She took a deep breath, knowing that this made her chest heave, and she croaked:

»36 DD!«

Without a word, Milena stepped even closer, her own breasts pressing against Maureen’s as she slung her arms around her. She deliberately grinded her chest against hers as she pulled up the T-Shirt, searched for the label and seemed to need a full minute to decipher two numbers and one letter. Then, she withdrew, announcing in a way that made Maureen cringe:

»Again, she told the truth! She’s a 36 DD!«

Maureen felt as if her breasts had been exposed, but Milena managed to confuse her even more with her next question:

»All natural?«

Blushing like a beetroot, and lowering her head, Maureen nodded. Milena reached out and caressed her cheek until the girl looked up at her, her eyes wide with fear.

»Now, since you won’t be too excited about me checking if you told the truth, I will leave it to you which method I will use. Number one«, she reached for her pocket and produced a small, but vicious-looking knife, »is that I cut off your T-Shirt and bra and look for operation marks!«

Maureen stared at the blade and let out a fluttering breath. Milena now placed her hand on Maureen’s shoulder, so her palm rested on the top of her right breast.

»Second option is that I feel if you are a true product of nature! Now, choose well, Maureen!«

Maureen panted, and she felt the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. Both options were horrifying! However, she definitely didn’t want the knife to get in close contact with her skin, and in addition, if Milena cut her T-Shirt and bra, she would be topless. So, gulping before she could speak, she breathed:

»O-option two!«

Smiling sardonically, Milena removed the knife. Then, however, she called Sabrina for a »second opinion«, and then, each of them used two hands on one of her breasts, kneading and fondling them for what seemed to be an eternity.

»Bastards!«, Salome hissed, and immediately, the two withdrew from Maureen. For a moment, the captives feared that they would hit the Black, or regag her, or punish them all. However, all they did was that Milena removed Salome’s ankle cuffs whilst Sabrina held the taser to the Black’s throat. The blonde then opened the zippers and removed the boots before cuffing the girl’s ankles again.

As if nothing had happened, Milena then turned towards Maureen again and informed her that she had once again told the truth.

»Only three questions left – and one of them, you have already partially answered!«

her eyes wandered to Maureen’s middle, and she could almost feel how she was staring at her crotch. Then, she said:

»When you pulled up your trousers after peeing, you forgot to close your zipper! So, I can see what colour are your panties, and you only have to tell me what style and which material they are!«

The information that she had been standing there with her zipper open made Maureen blush again, though she had just endured that the two women had fondled her breasts. The knowledge that the black jeans would contrast with her light blue panties didn’t make things any better. Milena reminded her she still had to give some more information.

»C-cotton, bikini briefs!«

Again, Milena approached, not bothering to open the belt of Maureen’s jeans as she squeezed her fingers inside to feel for her panties. She nodded approvingly; then, she cocked her head and looked at the Australian.

»Now, tell me how you do your pubic hair!«

Maureen staggered, feeling physically exhausted from the constant humiliation. »Only two questions to go!«, she told herself, and she whispered something barely audible, so Milena repeated it loudly to the crowd:

»A landing strip, just as I guessed! Allow me!«

She pushed two fingers into the open zipper and for a minute or so, her fingers raked over Maureen’s pubic mound. Not bothering to close the zipper, she nodded and caressed the girl’s cheek.

»It’s almost over, Maureen! And for the last question, I am sure you will have only one answer: would you like to be spared the hood?«

The mere sight of the dreadful leather contraption made her nod emphatically, and Sabrina brought a black leather item formed like a bra’s cup, with straps dangling from it.

»Of course, I have to gag you again – but as you said, no hood!«

Inside the leather cup was a cloth sack that was now pushed inside her mouth. When she explored it with her tongue, she could feel it was filled with something soft. It was smaller than the foam ball, and when the mask had been strapped and padlocked at her nape, Maureen felt that it was indeed much better than the hood, for she could see, and her nose also wasn’t obstructed. When Milena turned towards Salome, she sighed with relief, though she felt egoistic for that.

»Now, how many questions is it, Salome?«

Though fuming with rage, Salome had listened carefully to Maureen’s questions, and the first four had been harmless. So, she decided for four questions. Milena measured 200 Millilitres into the glass, but then, she grabbed one of Salome’s boots.

»Since you called us ›Bastards‹!«

She poured the water into the boot. Salome stared daggers at her, and as she approached, she shook her head.

»Fuck you!«

Again, Sabrina jumped by and held the taser to the Black’s throat. Milena put down the boot; then, she reached around Salome’s waist and opened the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down her long legs and forcing the girl to step out of it. Maureen could see that under a black transparent pantyhose, Salome wore rainbow-coloured panties, and she had the ridiculous thought that now, she also wouldn’t have to answer that question.

With her knife, and working deliberately slowly, Milena now cut off the buttons of Salome’s top one by one, revealing a pink lacy bra. then, she sliced through the shoulder parts and threw the torn garment away.

»Now, will you drink like a good girl, or do we have to continue?«

Though she was retching from the humiliation, Salome drank the water from her boot. Milena even added 300 Millilitres more, to prove that she wasn’t that much a bastard. Then, she looked at the partially clad girl and stated:

»Now, since I only have four questions, I won’t waste any to which I already know the answers! You are Salome, and since I like the name, even if you might be called ›Sally‹ or ›Sal‹, I don’t care! In addition, I was at your rehearsal, so, I also know that you are 24. So, the first question is your height!«

Salome stood straight when Milena measured her 6’, but her chest was heaving at the perfidy of that woman. Now, she would have to announce her bra size, tell whether her breasts were natural and talk about the material of her panties.

»Now, how about a two-for-one offer, so to say? the bonus is that neither Sabrina nor I will touch your boobs – for now!«

She approached the tall girl and went on her tiptoes to whisper something into her ear. Salome’s eyes widened, and she looked as if she would have killed Milena the moment she had the opportunity.

»I am waiting«, Milena purred, and Salome, staring daggers at her, chose the lesser of two evils. Through her clenched teeth, she hissed:

»Okay!«

Maureen mewed when Milena drew her knife and cut the shoulder straps of Salome’s bra. Then, she carefully pushed the blade under the piece of cloth between the cups, slicing through it. Salome gasped when the remnants of her bra were then plucked from her, and even the other captives couldn’t take their eyes from her firm boobs that seemed to defy gravity.

»A 36 D«, Milena read from the label. then, she made an inviting gesture towards Salome who, to the others’ dismay, started to hop on the spot. her breasts bobbed and bounced, and Maureen was sure that under her dark skin, Salome was blushing all over.

»It’s another way of identifying implants!«

Both Milena and Sabrina watched the bouncing boobs from a few inches distance before they decided that they were all natural. Panting, Salome stopped, and when Milena offered her et another drink, she accepted, though she once again had to drink from her boot.

To her surprise, Milena then asked her whether she wanted to be spared the hood. Salome wondered if she had skipped one question, but she didn’t protest when she was gagged with a similar mask with a cloth sack in it like Maureen was gagged with.

»My last question, you can answer without talking – are you ticklish?«

Involuntarily, Salome shied back towards the wall, and with a sardonic smile, Milena stepped on the chain of her ankle cuffs. Then, she placed her hands on Salome’s flanks and began to rake over her skin. The girl squealed and squirmed, shaking her breasts as if she was trying to hit Milena with them. She only stopped when Sabrina warned her that Salome might wet herself.

Yini had watched the scene with cool contempt, and when now Milena turned for her, she made the rational decision that to keep her strength, she needed as much water as she could get. So, she decided for ten questions, and she didn’t stir when she had to drink them from Salome’s boot, too.

Quickly, they went through her name, that she had no nickname, was 32 and measured 5’3’’. Once Milena had controlled her height, Yini didn’t wait until she was asked.

»32 B!«

Milena just checked the label; then, obviously convinced that Yini’s medium-sized breasts weren’t enhanced, she just massaged them for a while, obviously disappointed that the Chinese didn’t show more of a reaction.

»Well, I can see that your panties are white cotton bikini briefs! So, let’s get to question number eight, shall we?«

Again, Yini remained calm.

»Completely shaved off!«

»There’s no grass on a frequented highway, eh?«, Milena mocked as she peeled down Yini’s panties to reveal her pubic mound. Then, she brought her ear close and brushed over it.

»I can feel a few stubbles – maybe, we will soon have to shave you again!«

This caused the other captives to gasp, but still, Yini remained cool, even when Milena didn’t adjust her panties, leaving her crotch exposed. then, she looked at the Chinese.

»Sure, a self-controlled bitch like you isn’t ticklish either!«

»If I were, I wouldn’t show it!«, Yini replied. Now, the others could see that she was thinking of a way to get an emotional reaction from Yini. However, she was sure that by hitting her, she would also not be able to make her whimper. So, she decided to change her strategy:

»So, since you are such a strong and self-controlled girl, you may even have enough strength for Miss America here! She will get the full ten questions – but except for the first two, you will answer them – and for each wrong answer, she will lose one clothes item!«

Anna Rose whimpered, and she trembled as Milena approached her. She grabbed the American’s scalp and hissed:

»If you pee your panties, I will gag you with them! Now, drink!«

Anna Rose chortled and sputtered as she had to drink the rest of the water from Salome’s boot. Then, she answered the question for her name and, stammering, she added that some people called her »Annie« or »Rosie«. Milena decided that she preferred Anna Rose. Now, she forced her victim to look at Yini and asked the Chinese:

»How old is she?«

Yini looked at the girl. She wasn’t that good in guessing the age of Europeans, but that girl was young, even though she was wearing lipstick, mascara and eye shadow, now all looking a bit ruined. She took a deep breath, hoping that they wouldn’t count each year she missed as a single mistake.

»She’s 18!«

Anna Rose let out a sigh of relief, and Milena, who knew already from her previous research on the girl, nodded. Yini now looked at Maureen who was 5’7’’. Anna Rose looked about the same height, but she was wearing boots, and she was slimmer than the Australian. So, Yini decided for 5’6’’.

Anna Rose wanted to protest when Milena removed her boots, but she said it was for the measurement. Then, she told Yini she had again been right. However, she didn’t give the girl her boots back and just recuffed her ankles.

»Now, what can you tell us about Anna Rose’s bra size?«

Yini’s first guess would have been 32 D: the girl had a slender ribcage, just like her, but a very ample cleavage. Then, however, she considered the breasts a bit too uplifted, and she was sure that Anna Rose was wearing a push-up bra.

»She’s a 32 C – pushed up!«

»A push-up! So, you are a cheater, Anna Rose?«

The girl moaned and shook her head as Milena unbuttoned her shirt. then, both she and Sabrina felt and kneaded her breasts before they sliced the bra and threw it away.

»Again, you were right, Yini! Now, is she just a cheater by padding her bra, or is she padded underneath, too? To make things easier for you, you may look!«

She exposed Anna Rose’s breasts, and Yini decided, though it was hard to tell as they were heaving from the girl’s panting, that an 18 year old girl most likely didn’t have breast surgery.

»Right again!«, Milena admitted, feeling a bit disappointed obviously. Then, she smiled.

»Seems you need a little more of a challenge, Yini. So, the next question will be three-fold: design, colour and material will all be one clothes item! You have as much time to think as I need to cut off the buttons!«

Anna Rose’s gaping shirt had five buttons she now removed one by one, and Yini tried to remember the many times she had seen her students change clothes. Most girls of her age, especially those who liked to show off, preferred thongs, and most panties were made of cotton. The colour, however, was a different thing. She looked at the girl, her choice of clothing, and she decided to risk the girl getting partially stripped.

»Anna Rose is wearing a cotton thong, featuring the stars and stripes!«

Before Anna Rose could comment on this, Sabrina clamped her mouth shut. Milena reached behind her, pushing her hand into her tight jeans. Yini saw as the girl’s eyes widened when she reached for her panties.

»She’s wearing a thong!«

Much to Anna Rose’s dismay, she then fumbled around, poking into her cleft, until she could hook her fingers into the thong. Then, she pulled, and the girl mewed as the material was pulled tight between her legs.

»I can see red, and white-«

Then, causing the American to scream into the hand over her mouth, she yanked once more, giving the girl a painful wedgie. Now, the front panel was partially visible, and it indeed showed the stars and stripes. Yini allowed herself to smile. She had indeed guessed right again!

Milena meanwhile checked the label, and she also smiled triumphantly.

»It says 70% cotton, 30% elastics!«

Despite Anna Rose’s muffled protests, she unbuckled her belt, slowly unbuttoned her jeans and then pulled it down her shapely legs. Quickly, she removed the cuffs, took off the trousers completely and then retied the girl’s ankles.

»Two questions to go!«

Yini looked at the still slightly crumpled thong. It didn’t leave much to imagination, and she couldn’t see a single hair. Now, it was 50:50, landing strip or completely shaved.

»Landing strip!«, she guessed, and whilst Milena hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Anna Rose’s thong, Sabrina played a drum solo on the girl’s boobs with her fingers. Slowly, the garment was peeled down, and whilst the American cringed and was blushing all over, a thin strip of light brown hair appeared.

»No hoods for the two of you, I guess!«

Both Yini and Anna Rose were gagged with masks similar to those the others wore. The American still stood with her shirt open and her panties pulled down, but the captives now fell silent as Sabrina produced a gun.

»You may now feel a bit angry about us, or even more determined to try to escape! So, when Milena will now free your cuffs from the wall, you will put your hands on your head and then walk back into your cells! Nod if you understood me!«

She waited for the girls’ compliance; then, Milena one by one loosened their handcuffs, but left their wrists tied in front. Though it was a slight disobedience, she didn’t scold Anna Rose who immediately pulled her panties back up and then knotted her shirt under her breasts, so they were no longer exposed. Yini also adjusted her panties; then, they slowly walked back into their cells.

Once they were locked inside, Anna Rose withdrew to the corner of her bed, her arms slung around her bent legs. Salome stood by the bars, her fingers grabbing two of them, and Yini just watched motionless whilst Maureen was trying to work on the padlock of her gag.

»We have to see that the four of you will have some company! We might be some time, but I think you are not that hungry yet! So, you will have a few hours to sleep, relief yourselves, or to plan your escape from here!«

»Just don’t chitchat too much!«, Sabrina added. Maureen now grunted and she shook her head, once again pulling on her gag strap.

»Is it too tight? Well, I am afraid you will have to cope with that! You better should take care of your zipper!«

Maureen quickly adjusted her zipper, and now, Sabrina slapped against her forehead, as if she was remembering something obvious.

»I know what her problem is! She has discovered the secret of their new gags!«

Reflexively, all the others now explored their gags with their tongues, too. During the last minutes, all had been too distracted to realize, but now, they could sense that the cloth sacks somehow tasted vile. Milena grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

»Usually, these cloth bags can be left empty, or they can be filled with almost everything that fits in – cloth rags, cotton wool – or, in your case, my or Sabrina’s worn panties! So, even if we are gone, you may enjoy our taste!«

»Rogue’s finest, so to say!«, Sabrina added, and the two villainesses pranced away.

***