Seven Summits 5

At Aurora’s flat, the girls had emptied the glass of Rum together. Since Emily had inadvertently filled it to the rim, and they had been drinking on empty stomach, all three had been a bit tipsy, causing them to pose for some photos and laughing. Somehow, their tension just needed a vent, and they did some hilarious shoots before Tamiko suddenly stormed to the toilet. Beatriz, thinking she had just gotten sick, wanted to look after her, and she saw the Japanese sitting on the closed toilet seat, her head buried in her hands. Her shoulders trembled, and it was clear that she tried to oppress her tears.

»Leave me alone!«, she croaked. Beatriz, however, went towards her and gently took Tamiko’s hand.

»You think we are betraying your friend, because we are laughing whilst she is in danger?«

Tamiko nodded, staring at her feet. Beatriz caressed her hand, and the Japanese looked up.

»Please, stop!«, she said, not very convincingly. The Chilean pressed her fingers tighter and asked:

»Why? Don’t you need some solace? I know I am afraid, and Aurora is at a safe place!«

»You are not a Karate Sensei!«, Tamiko replied with a forced smile. Beatriz looked at her, brushing over Tamiko’s cheek.

»Maybe, even Senseis need a rest from time to time, so they can be even stronger afterwards!«

»That’s corny!«, Tamiko replied, but then, she slung her arms around Beatriz, and the Chilean held her whilst Tamiko indeed allowed herself to sob a little. Then, when she had calmed down a little, she looked up and showed a stern expression.

»If you tell my students that I cried, I have to break your neck!«

Then, she smiled and breathed:

»Thank you!«

Beatriz kissed her cheek, and when Tamiko had washed her face, they went back to the living room. Here, they saw Emily looking at some paintings on canvas. Since comforting people wasn’t her strong suit, she had left it to Beatriz to look after Tamiko and had then detected some of Aurora’s paintings leaning in a corner. One of them showed a nude woman seductively eating an apple. It wasn’t too imaginative, but the painting was good, and Emily was sure that she knew the person on the canvas all too well.

»Oh! I thought she wanted to stow it somewhere where people can’t see it!«

Beatriz was a bit bashful when now both Tamiko looked at her and the picture. Then, she dropped a gracious curtsey.

»Yeah, it’s me! And if my father ever finds out, he will send me to a monastery!«

She giggled, indicating that her father wasn’t that strict in reality. then, she saw Tamiko still looking at the picture, and she added:

»I wouldn’t mind if you turned it around and concentrated on the original!«

Emily obeyed, but there was an impish smile on her lips. After all, she had also had Rum on empty stomach.

»So, you and Aurora-«

»Oh no, that’s just professional, so to say! If I were pretentious, I could say I am her muse, but to be honest, it’s just because I am modelling for a free meal!«

»Speaking of a free meal!«, Tamiko interrupted and pointed at the untouched food on the table. Then, she put the rice and shrimps into the microwave and the pizza into the oven before she placed a third plate and cutlery on the table.

»We have to eat, and I think it’s more than enough for the three of us!«

It was more than obvious that Tamiko wanted to distract from something. Emily thought that she was just trying to prevent her from looking at the image of the nude Beatriz any longer, but the Chilean had another suspicion. Could it be that Tamiko had more than just friendly feelings for Yini, and that Emily mentioning a relationship between her and Aurora had triggered the Japanese?

They ate in more or less silence, only to be interrupted again when there was a knock at the door. This time, Emily and Tamiko did not position themselves at the door, though Emily reached for her gun, and Tamiko went into a position that would allow her to attack if the door would open.

»Aurora, are you at home?«, a female voice asked, accompanied by another knock. Then, in bad Spanish, she added:

»Aurora, tu es aqui?«

»Who’s that?«, Emily hissed, but Beatriz just shrugged. She had occasionally met some of the other people living at the house, but she didn’t know with whom Aurora was on friendly terms.

»Come on, it’s me! Milli!«

With a gesture, Emily ordered Beatriz to get to the door. She opened it a little, and her eyes fell on a blonde girl with slightly dishevelled hair, holding an opened laptop in her hands. Looking at Beatriz, she frowned.

»Who are you? Isn’t Aurora here?«

»She’s gone-«, Beatriz answered, and the blonde raised the laptop, showing an apologetic smile.

»Sorry, I didn’t want to be rude, but my Wi-Fi broke down, and I need to do some research for my exam! So, I wanted to ask if I could use Aurora’s Wi-Fi! I – I will be gone in a jiffy!«

Behind her back, Beatriz made a gesture towards Emily, and the Policewoman put the gun into her belt, behind her back, whilst Beatriz let Milli enter. For a moment, Milena stiffened when she saw Tamiko, but there was no memory in the Japanese’s eyes. After all, she and Sabrina had both worn masks when they had attacked her and Yini, and when they had warned her not to go to the Police, Sabrina had been speaking, and Tamiko had already been hooded and packed.

Milena talked nonstop, apologizing for interrupting their meal and telling them about her exam paper. A seemingly annoyed Emily pointed at the router on the sideboard, and Milena/Milli thanked her. Then, she handed the laptop to the Policewoman who took it with a surprised look.

»Oopsie, sorry, my phone!«

She reached into her pocket, and then, she suddenly jumped forward, slinging her arm around Beatriz’ neck. The Chilean gasped, and Tamiko spun around, only to see that the blonde was pressing something against Beatriz’ neck.

»Don’t even think about it!«

From the corridor, another woman appeared, her black hair tied to a ponytail. She held a gun in her right, and from her left dangled Beatriz’ key ring.

Milena now pushed Beatriz against Tamiko. then, in a swift move, she grabbed the gun from the belt of Emily who still was holding the laptop. Now, two guns pointed at the perplexed girls, and Milena told Emily to put down the laptop. Then, all three girls had to kneel and to place their hands behind their heads.

»Too bad if a trap is too inviting! It may attract the dangerous animals, too!«

»My colleagues will be here any minute!«, Emily began, trying to make it sound convincingly. However, the two intruders just smiled. The black-haired encircled the three kneeling girls whilst Milena aimed at them from the front. Once she was behind Tamiko, Sabrina reached for her belt with her left, and a moment later, Tamiko reared up and then collapsed on the floor, twitching and uttering oppressed whimpers.

»Just to prove that we are not kidding!«, Sabrina explained, showing the taser to the perplexed Emily and Beatriz. Emily had seen them before, even once been at a mission where a colleague had used one, and she knew that for a few minutes, Tamiko would be unable to do anything but spasming uncontrollably. Sabrina looked at the helpless Japanese and commented:

»You are really a tough woman, Tami! Others would scream, or cry! Maybe, you will even manage to keep control over your bladder!«

Tamiko uttered something unintelligible, and Sabrina now rummaged through her pocket and handed a bunch of cable binders to Beatriz.

»Tie Emily’s wrists behind her back – and do it nice and tight if you don’t want to feel how the taser works, too!«

Whispering an apology, Beatriz obeyed, sensing how the Policewoman sharply inhaled as the cable binder bit into her skin. Sabrina then told Emily to lie down on her belly, and Beatriz had to take off her shoes before she zip-tied her ankles, too. Then, she had to use a third cable binder to connect these ties, hogtying Emily.

With the two potentially dangerous opponents now restrained, Sabrina lowered her gun and took off her backpack. From it, she took a roll of silver duct tape and tore off six pieces she taped to the edge of the sideboard.

»Now, Beatriz, will you please tie up Tami, too? Don’t worry, you can’t hurt her more than the effect of the taser does right now!«

Beatriz had no other chance than to tie the twitching Japanese hand and foot, and hogtie her, too. Tamiko’s shoes were removed, too, and whilst Emily wore pantyhose, the Japanese wore white socks she had to remove as well.

»Now, use one of the socks and three of the tape pieces to gag Tami, please!«

Tamiko gurgled, and Milena put the barrel of her gun against Beatriz’ temple when she hesitated to follow the order.

»All the way in!«

Now, the girl pushed the sock inside Tamiko’s mouth and then sealed her lips with the tape. Emily knew what was coming next, and she forced herself to remain calm. However, she reflexively clenched her teeth when she smelled Tamiko’s sock.

»Pinch her nose if she refuses to cooperate! Unless you want her to get tasered, though!«

Beatriz whimpered, and Emily, closing her eyes in self-denial, opened her mouth. She couldn’t help retching when the sock was shoved into her mouth, and Sabrina waved her index finger towards Tamiko.

»Do you hear that? Seems that Blondie thinks you should shower more often!«

Once Emily’s lips were taped shut, too, Sabrina rummaged through her backpack whilst Milena told Beatriz to close the roller shutters. Then, she told the girl to sit down on a chair, forcing her to watch as Sabrina placed coiled ropes, more rolls and bandages, and other things on the floor. Then, she purred »don’t go away, Bea!«, and left for the bathroom where she was rummaging for a while before returning with a pile of clothes. When she placed them beside the contents of her backpack, Beatriz could see it was some pantyhose, and a few pairs of panties. obviously, the black-haired had plundered Aurora’s dirty laundry drawer. Emily saw the pile, too, and when she remembered how Tamiko had been gagged, she shuddered. Even chewing on Tamiko’s worn sock was better in comparison to a pair of used panties!

Sabrina now was in the bedroom, and here, she took longer before she returned, pushing a large suitcase into the room. Over her shoulder, she had draped several coloured scarves. To Beatriz, she stated:

»You have to blame Aurora that we no longer have the van! Otherwise, you wouldn’t have to travel in the trunk!«

Beatriz looked at the suitcase and shook her head.

»No! No, you can’t-«

»This little contraption here says we can – and we will!«, Sabrina replied, showing the switched on taser to the frightened girl. Then, she added:

»You like to dance?«

Perplexed, Beatriz nodded, and Sabrina took away the dreadful taser and drew her phone instead. Soon, some Latin music filled the room, and she said:

»Now, you can combine passion and duty – your passion of dancing with your duty to remove your clothes!«

Beatriz opened her mouth, but the look of the barrel of Milena’s gun told her to keep her protests to herself. She looked at the two women that had promised to protect her, now both lying hogtied and gagged on the floor.

It wasn’t the first time she stripped in that very room. Though she and Aurora were nothing but good friends, or artist and model, they loved to joke around a bit, and when Aurora had wanted to do some studies of movement, she had asked Beatriz to strip, so she could draw a few sketches. Just for the fun of it, she had also played some music, and so, it was just a cruel repetition of that harmless afternoon with her friend.

She rose, placing one leg on the chair’s seat and exposing her knee before she loosened her sandal. Once she had repeated that to her other foot, she started to sway her hips lasciviously whilst she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Adjusting to a rhythm or melody just was her thing, even now when she was forced to do so at gunpoint by two women intending to kidnap her, and so, though she looked scared, there was nothing to blame on her performance.

She revealed a black lacy bra with transparent cups, and then, she began to pick on the laces of her wrap skirt. For a few times, she whirled it around like a Torero would have done with his cloth, and all could see that her black thong was the skimpiest of its kind. Just a cloth triangle the size of an eyepatch covering her sex, with a thin strap running between her buttocks.

She danced in her bra and panties until she realized that this wasn’t the end of it. Beatriz unclasped her bra and revealed her firm breasts, allowing the criminals to see them bounce as Sabrina changed for a faster rhythm. Then, as the finale, she peeled the thong down her shapely legs, revealing a thin strip of black pubic hair.

The girl then had to sit down, and just to add insult to injury, Milena forced her to spread her legs wide whilst Sabrina tied her wrists palm to palm, using some of her hemp rope. With a thinner cord, she tied the girl’s thumbs; then, she used the other rope to tie her elbows together. Beatriz gasped, and when she drew back her shoulders, her breasts were thrust out in a way that even distracted Emily and Tamiko from their current predicament.

Beatriz’ upper arms were fixed to her torso, with a double strand of rope below her breasts, and one above. She mewed when Sabrina then cupped her boobs from behind, trapping her nipples between her fingers.

»Come on, ask Tami, the nipple clamps would be worse!«

Tamiko had recovered from getting tasered, and she now stared daggers at Sabrina who playfully pinched Beatriz’ nipples before withdrawing and picking her rope and cord again. The girl deliberately closed her legs, though it was only so Sabrina could tie her legs. She started by tying her big toes with the cord, then worked her way up her legs, tying her legs at ankles, above and below the knees, and at her thighs, cinching each bond.

When she than pulled Beatriz into a standing position, the girl gasped as the tension in her leg muscles made the ropes feel even tighter, and she staggered. Sabrina cupped her breasts to steady her, and now, Milena approached, checking the ropework, too.

After some groping, Milena took one of the scarves and tied it over the girl’s eyes, plucking the orchid hairclip from her in the progress. Emily’s eyes widened as she then held a knife close to Beatriz’ nose, but obviously, this was just to check if the blindfold was tightly in place.

»Now, what do you think about being gagged with some used socks, too, Bea? Would you like the taste of another woman’s feet?«

»No!«, Beatriz spat immediately, and Milena’s sardonic smile told Emily and Tamiko that the question had been a trap. Sabrina now stepped behind the girl, grabbing her scalp with one hand, and pinching her nose with the other. Beatriz gasped and ached, and Emily protested through her gag as she saw Milena pick two of Aurora’s panties.

»Now, from Aurora with love! One white lacy thong, feels like the finest silk!«

With her nose pinched, Beatriz could only weakly squirm and try to fight with her tongue as Milena stuffed the garment deep into her oral cavity.

»Then, something more substantial: a red lacy pair of ordinary panties, also made of fine silk, but obviously worn on a warm day!«

»Uuugghhh!«

Both Emily and Tamiko also moaned compassionately as now, Milena took one of Aurora’s pantyhose, crammed the crotch part against Beatriz’ lips and then wound the legs twice around her head and between her lips, tightening the whole lot several times before knotting it off.

Carefully to not dislodge the blindfold and gag, another pantyhose was now pulled over Beatriz’ head. Milena took care the crotch part was over her nose; then, she further secured the gag with ten rounds of duct tape before adding some rounds over her eyes, too. Now, Beatriz stood there, trembling and weakly moaning, and her chest heaved from her trying to get enough air through her nose.

Three more scarves were now tied around her neck, her waist and her knees, and the criminals teased her with each cloth before knotting it off. Then, Milena opened the suitcase. Using the neck scarf as a leash, they forced Beatriz to hop a few steps, so she stood right in front of Tamiko and Emily.

»Now, Tami knows the drill already!«

From the front, Sabrina now worked the dangling ends of the scarf tied around Beatriz’ waist between her legs, obviously enjoying her mews of discomfort and her cringing when she touched her pubic area in the progress. When she could finally grab the ends from behind, she took them and pulled, so the crotch rope was snug. Then, she stepped back and yanked on the scarf.

»Mmrrrhhmmm!«

Beatriz reared up and screamed through her gag when she fell backwards and then, her weight was carried by her crotch rope. Sabrina slowly lowered her to the ground, but by then, the silk had found a way deep between the girl’s labia and buttocks. She panted heavily. Sabrina pulled the ends over her bound wrists, then, she turned the girl onto her side, and Milena forced her to bend her legs, so her heels dug into her buttocks. Sabrina tied the ends of the scarf to her ankles, and then, the neck and knee scarves were used to tie her into a tight ball, with Beatriz’ forehead pressing against her knees, and the girl being almost unable to move at all.

Beatriz barely fit into the suitcase, but finally, after some prodding that also seemed to be for the criminal’s enjoyment, Sabrina could close the lid. Meanwhile, Milena had rummaged through Emily’s handbag, finding the handcuffs.

»Are you a real Policewoman, or are you just kinky?«

Then, she found something else that drew her attention: Emily’s purse. She looked at her ID card and, looking down at the hogtied woman, she pondered:

»So, that’s where you are living, Emily! What do you say – if you are at Aurora’s apartment, what could I find if I spent a visit to yours? Well, I think after we have taken care you won’t feel bored for the next hours, we should see if everything is okay at your home, Officer Emily!«

***

At Emily’s apartment, Aurora had decided that the Policewoman’s »feel like at home« included they could have some of her wine, and since she was 25, Eileen and Helena had bowed to her authority. For the girls, it was more and more like a sleepover, not something to be afraid of. Of course, they had seen Tamiko naked, bound and gagged, but apart from it, it was somehow unreal to them; none of them had ever met Yini, and Aurora also had just a bad feeling about the van following her. Now, at the save haven, they were relaxing, and in addition, they were getting a bit drunk.

Perhaps, this was the reason why Helena had agreed upon Aurora’s desire to try something different when drawing her.

»You mean, you don’t want to draw me like your French girls?«, Helena giggled. Aurora took a sip from her glass.

»Actually, my only regular model is from Chile. However, I am trying to find my personal style. I mean, I can portray people like they look, but I sometimes feel like a courtroom painter!«

She looked at the armchair, an old-fashioned model, and she told Helena to sit in it, draping a blanket over her legs so she looked a bit like an old woman. This was completed when Aurora found a pair of reading glasses, and she also handed a book to Helena.

»Now, painting me sitting in a chair reading isn’t very unique either!«, Helena complained. Aurora smiled and replied:

»It will look unique when you take your top and bra off!«

Helena refused, but Aurora refilled her glass, and now, Eileen told her that it was only fair, since she got upskirted by Aurora. Finally, the tipsy brunette agreed after Eileen had closed the curtains, and she took off her top, followed by her white bra. When she had sat in the armchair, the blanket over her legs and wearing the glasses, Aurora nodded and took her pad, and Eileen also commented:

»Sexy and intellectual – you no longer have to choose between the two!«

Helena threated to throw the book after her; then, she tried to find a position Aurora was okay with and that she could keep for a while. Aurora sat down in the opposite armchair, and Eileen looked over her shoulder, her arms resting on the top of the backrest. Accompanied by talking, giggling and occasional toasting, Aurora now sketched the topless girl in front of her, admired by Eileen.

They had put on some music as well, and so, none of them noticed that there was someone in the garden, looking at the light coming from the gap between the curtains. Sabrina silently stepped closer and peeked through the gap. To her surprise, she stared at a panty-clad butt, only inches before her face. It belonged to Eileen, whose position made her thrust out her rear, so Sabrina had a good view on her white panties. She could see that there were two more people in the room, though she could only see a bit of an arm of the one who sat with her back towards her, and a bit of the other’s foot.

Sabrina smiled, and she withdrew into the dark, waiting for Milena who had checked the other windows. She reported that there was a small group in the living room, and Milena pointed at the house’s corner.

»This is going to be easy! The bathroom window is just ajar!«

Sabrina couldn’t believe it: the Police always warned people about being so careless, and here, one of their own literally invited burglars! However, to do justice to Emily, perhaps, this was the fault of her guests.

Still, there was the question if it was really Aurora. However, before they could have another look, Milena noticed a movement behind the curtain, and they both withdrew behind a bush, with Sabrina feeling for her gun.

It was Aurora, holding a glass of wine in one hand, and a sketching pad in the other. Beside her stood the tall blonde, trying to light the cigarette in her mouth. She then took a draw when a third girl entered the garden: a small brunette who was wearing sneakers and leggins, but only a white bra above the waist.

»Eileen! Since when are you smoking?«

The blonde coughed and literally placed the cigarette in Aurora’s mouth, who handed her the pad instead.

»I was just lighting it for Aurora! After all, she has got both her hands full!«

Now, the brunette wanted to see the pad, and Aurora handed it to Eileen who playfully held it up in the air. Two times, the brunette jumped; then, she poked the blonde’s sides, and with a squeal, she squirmed, allowing the small girl to pick the pad.

»That was an irregular attack!«, Eileen pouted, but Helena was now admiring the drawing. It felt a bit awkward to look at her own breasts portrayed, but she had to admit that Aurora really had talent.

»Too bad I will only be able to show it to two or three people!«

She hugged Aurora and then went inside to secure the drawing from getting stained. Aurora offered a cigarette to Eileen, »with her chaperone out of the way«, and the two girls smoked. Then, Aurora suggested to opened second bottle of wine. When Eileen hesitated, Aurora cocked her head and looked up to her.

»A Russian refusing alcohol? Now, I have seen everything!«

»I was part of the German minority, and my family left when I was a toddler! Besides, what would you say if I judged you only by stereotypes?«

Aurora spun around her axis, so her skirt whirled.

»Since, according to stereotypes, I am a fiery Latina, you may judge me as much as you like, Chiquita Bonita!«

Eileen giggled and then playfully slapped Aurora’s buttocks.

»Olé! Now, let’s kill another bottle!«

They kicked out their cigarettes and went inside, leaving the balcony door open. Milena had pressed her hand on her mouth not to burst out laughing, but when she looked at Sabrina, she could see that her comrade was thinking about something.

»What? Do you think it’s too dangerous?«

Milena couldn’t believe it. Compared to their last job, these three tipsy girls were no match. Sabrina shook her head and whispered:

»What do you think, would the boss mind if we bent the rules a bit?«

Having an eye on the ajar door, she quickly explained her thoughts to Milena, and the blonde smiled. Despite now being excited, she knew that she was lacking sleep, and if they followed Sabrina’s plan, their job would be finished. Even more, they could stay at their hideout when the Police started a real search once Emily had been found.

»Well, he bent the rules himself, when he selected Beatriz! In addition, he said that he chose us because we are able to show some initiative!«

They decided to give the girls a few more minutes, so they could enjoy their next round of wine, before they would launch their attack.

***

Like all members of the Criminal Police, Emily had spent two years with the ordinary Police during her training, including some time in a riot unit. Here, she had learned that extremists from both sides shared a hatred for the state forces, and the fact that she was a woman had hardly been an advantage: whilst the right wing extremist considered her on the wrong place for a woman, the leftists just showed the same hatred to Policemen of all genders. Emily had been verbally insulted, attacked, and even been thrown with faeces, and she had thought that she had gotten immune to humiliation. However, the two women who had left her tightly restrained had taught her differently.

To be exactly, there were several humiliations she could chose from. It started below her waist, with her feet being tied to the lower posts of Aurora’s bed. Since it was a French bed, it meant that her legs were not just spread, but obscenely splayed, and the blonde had even placed two large cushions under her butt, forcing her to thrust out her pelvis.

Emily still shuddered from the embarrassment when they had removed her trousers, revealing that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose, but hold-up stockings with lace trimmings. She knew that these were a bit raunchy, but one of her teachers had told her that as a Policewoman, she had to hide her femininity under a strong coat of professionality, and Emily had decided to take this literally, and she preferred very feminine, even slightly kinky underwear.

They had left her the stockings, but her white lacy panties were gone. Emily still cringed when she remembered how the black-haired had brushed through her strip of pubic hair, remarking that obviously, she was a natural blonde.

In fact, her stocking was the only clothing left to her. Emily’s wrists were crossed behind her neck, and tied with her own handcuffs. Half a pantyhose had been threaded through the chain and tied around her neck, loose enough to not block her breathing, but tight enough to prevent her from getting her hands over her head. Ropes tied to her elbows fixed her bent arms to the upper bedposts, forcing her to remain lying on her back.

Another humiliation, she couldn’t see, but taste. When Emily had thought that being gagged with one of Tamiko’s socks was bad, this had been tripled when they had wrapped the Japanese’s panties around it before forcing it back into her mouth. The only blessing was that, when she had been spasming from the taser treatment, Tamiko had indeed kept control over her bladder, but it was the panties of another woman, a woman that had been wearing them for an entire day. Emily tried to ignore the fact, though she was painfully reminded of it whenever she had to swallow.

The other half of the pantyhose was tied tightly between her lips, cutting into the corners of her mouth and pressing the panties and sock deep into her oral cavity. They had then crammed Tamiko’s other sock in the little space left between her lips and finally wrapped an entire sticky vet wrap bandage around the lower half of her face. Then, the »gag test« had followed.

They had seemed a bit disappointed that Emily wasn’t ticklish, but they had proved to be imaginative and fetched some ice cubes from the fridge. They had used two of them to tease her nipples, since they had been hard and erect. Only then had they squeezed her sensitive buds, testing it several times that she could not make a sound that could be heard on the corridor. The blonde had then massaged her nipples, and encircled them with the melting cubes, to »ease the pain«. Then, as a final insult, she had placed the cubes in her palm and cupped Emily’s exposed pubic mound, leaving them there until the helplessly writhing girl’s warmth had melted them.

»If we ever meet again, it will be an icicle deep inside you – on both sides!«, the black-haired had purred before they had kissed her nipples Goodbye, placed a clothespin on each, and had left Emily alone.

After some struggling, she had realized that her bonds were not only humiliating, but also very effective. All knots were out of reach, she could hardly move, except for some writhing that only emphasized her helplessness, and the gag not only stifled her cries, it also caused her to get out of breath after a few minutes of fighting her bonds. Emily would have to stay like that until someone found her, naked and exposed.

Forced to lie still, she thought what they had done to Tamiko. Sometimes, she thought that there was a faint mewing coming from one of the other rooms, but she wasn’t sure about it. There were only two things Emily could say for sure about the Japanese’s fate:

First, her bondage would be at least as inescapable and embarrassing as her own. Then, as the vile-tasting mass pressing on her tongue reminded her: whoever would find Tamiko, he would also find out about the whereabouts of Emily’s panties.

***