Seven Summits 7

Actually, the leather seats of the Mercedes were designed for maximum comfort, even on long trips. However, even though the trip didn’t last long so far, Eileen felt as uncomfortable as she could be. Of course, it was less the fault of the car and more that of her captors.

It started with the fact that, after they had left the village, Milena had produced two tight black hoods and pulled them over her and Aurora’s heads, blindfolding them. Eileen guessed that they were still close to the city, since Sabrina hadn’t accelerated the car, but she had not the slightest idea where they were now.

Then, there was her gag. Eileen now knew what Tamiko had been through when being gagged with another woman’s panties. The lacy underwear of Helena and Aurora might look cute and sexy, but they both tasted vile, and Eileen tried to move her tongue as little as possible.

The way her arms were tied, with her elbows zip-tied together, meant that she could not lean against the backrest and had to sit unnaturally upright, and whenever the car took a curve, the crotch rope sent painful tingles through her loins. However, the icing on the cake of incommodities was coming from Milena.

The blonde thug had kicked off her shoes and removed her socks, and she was lolling in her seat in a way that wasn’t very comfortable, but allowed her to place her right foot in Aurora’s lap. Much to the Argentinian’s dismay, she either tried to trap one of her nipples between her toes, or she grinded over her bisected crotch with her heel. Milena’s left foot, she had put between the front seats, and whenever she thought Eileen was unaware, she brushed over her flank with her toe, causing the helpless girl to cringe and mew through her gag.

The car slowed down, and Sabrina told Milena to put her shoes back on because of the gravel. Indeed, there was the sound of tires on an uneven gravel path, and a few yards later, the car came to a halt. The seat belts were loosened, and Sabrina and Milena helped their captives to get out of the car. Eileen felt the little pebbles under her feet; obviously, they would not get their shoes back.

After they had obviously heaved something from the trunk, Milena stepped in front of the girls and plucked the hoods from their heads.

»Welcome to your temporary new home!«

Having adjusted to the dark, both girls looked around, seeing they were standing on an unpaved yard, in front of a flat building. There was also what looked like sheds or garages, and a row of large cages to their right. Eileen shuddered. Was this some kind of illegal prison, hidden in the vicinity of the peaceful city of Würzburg?

Beside her, Aurora moaned, and she was staring at the large suitcase their captors were rolling over the uneven ground. She had recognized it as her own, and, according to the faint noises coming from inside, she had no doubt about its content. Milena patted on the suitcase and stated:

»Seems that Beatriz is still awake! Well, you can have a happy reunion by tomorrow! Now, it’s bedtime for all of us!«

She yawned ostentatiously, and then, she pulled the suitcase towards the building in front of them. Sabrina drew her taser and showed it to the captives, making an inviting gesture towards the building with her other hand.

Aurora was a good dancer, and Eileen was an athletic girl, and yet, hopping the ten yards was a strenuous job, being able to breathe only through their noses, and having difficulties in balancing with their tied arms, and with not only their legs tied, but also their big toes. The crotch ropes made matters worse, and both girls panted when they had reached the few steps leading up to the entrance.

Sabrina aided her comrade in getting the suitcase up the stairs; then, she helped the girls one by one, meaning that she grabbed the upper arm, so they wouldn’t slip when they now hopped up the stairs. She had started with Aurora, so, Eileen had a few moments to look at a large sign beside the entrance. Her eyes widened. This wasn’t a prison, and she knew this place! In fact, she had been there before, albeit some twelve years ago!

***

For a few seconds, Emily was panting like a dog when she had finally untied the stocking from her mouth and could work the sodden panties and sock from her oral cavity. Then, she collected strength for the next step of freeing herself.

»If I fail now, at least, I can scream for help!«

This was, however, the ultima ratio, as Emily had no intention to meet any potential rescuer whilst she still was naked and spread. She listened for any sounds, and through the closed door, she heard the music the criminals had obviously turned on; not loud, so anyone would complain, but to blur any sound she or Tamiko could produce.

Tamiko! Emily wanted to call her name, but the only thing she had been able to hear so far had been an occasional moan when there had been a pause between two songs.

»She will be even happier if I not only say a few nice words, but come to her rescue!«

Emily pulled her bent arm as close to her mouth as possible, and she stretched her neck, so she could work on the rope with her teeth. It was a slow progress, and she repeatedly had to spit out fibres, but finally, her left arm came free from the bedpost, allowing her to worm over to work on the other rope. After what seemed ages, her arms were free, except for the handcuffs.

»All right, now for one last belly muscle exercise!«

Sitting up was quite easy, but then, she had to bend forward and to stretch her arms to reach for her ankle. Her leg muscles were aflame, too, and Emily was sure that before she had loosened the first knot, she would either have muscle aches or grown a sixpack. When her ankle came loose, she rolled on her side, her legs trembling, and she had to pat her aching tummy until she could undo the other stocking, too.

Now, another urge brought itself to her mind, and Emily wanted to get from the bed, but only managed to sink onto the carpet. She crawled towards the door, where she managed to reach the doorknob and bring herself into a kneeling position.

»All right, just ten more steps! One!«

She pulled herself up, and, though she was shaking and staggering, managed to stay on her wobbly legs.

»Two!«

She opened the door, and, using the doorframe and a chair as a help, she managed to stumble towards the corridor and to the bathroom door. With clenched teeth, Emily tensed her muscles for one final effort.

»Threefourfivesixaaaahhhh!«

She pushed the door open and staggered towards the toilet, managing to sit down in the very last moment. Relief, sweet relief! Emily was so occupied with peeing and wheezing that she needed some time to realize she was not alone in the room.

Two yards to her side, there was a bathtub, and in it, someone was sitting. Actually, Emily could only see a naked upper body, and a pair of breasts that seemed to point at her: breasts that were adorned with clothespins, like her own had been.

»T-Tami?«

»Uuhmmm!«

Emily rose from the toilet seat and flushed. The swift move made her stagger, but when she grabbed the sink to keep balance, her eyes fell on a pair of nail scissors.

»You’ll be – free – in a nutshell, Tami!«

She turned towards the bathtub, and now, she could admire the full amount of elaborate bondage. Tamiko was sitting, or rather crouching sideways, her back against the wall, and she was staring towards the ceiling. Her long hair, woven to a tight braid, had been wrapped around a handle two times and had been secured by zip ties to keep her in that uncomfortable position. Though Emily could only see Tamiko’s cheeks and chin, she noticed that a vet wrap covered the lower half of her face, and something had been pulled over it.

The Japanese’s arms were tied behind her back, wrist to elbow, and on each side, her fingers, encased in tape, protruded. Emily could see a rope had been brought around her neck and went down her front, with several knots in it. From behind, other ropes had been threaded through the meshes, producing a row of rope diamonds, one between her breasts, one framing her belly button, and the last on her hairless pubic mound. Emily stared at the woman’s crotch, noticing that the two ropes seemed to frame her labia and cut into the tops of her thighs.

Tamiko was balancing on her toes, as her legs had been tied ankle to thigh with copious amounts of thin cord that cut into her flesh. Emily frowned. Between her splayed thighs, under her middle, a small bowl had been placed, and in it, she could see – a cell phone. Carefully, she picked that up, and she could see that a sound app had been opened, producing strange crackling sounds.

»Uuuhmmm!«

»Just a second, I just put that out!«

The moment the crackling sound stopped, Tamiko suddenly twitched. Then, accompanied by a deep long groan, she lost control over her bladder.

»Well, better your feet than mine!«

Emily wasn’t sure where to start, so, she began by plucking the clothespins from Tamiko’s nipples. Then, she cut the zip ties fixing her hair to the handle, and when she had unwound the braid, Tamiko could look at her, with an expression of relief, embarrassment and sheer exhaustion. Now, Emily could see that Beatriz’ tiny thong had been pulled over her head, so the crotch part covered her nose. Emily removed it and then, before she started cutting the ropes, she turned on the water, so they got showered in the progress. Not only would it clean Tamiko and the bathtub, it also brought some refreshment.

She freed the Japanese’s arms, and ripped the tape from her fingers. Whilst she worked on the remaining bonds, Tamiko, as soon as she felt strong enough, began to pick on the bandage over her mouth.

When she had cut the body rope, Emily could see that the cords had been tight enough to leave reddish marks on Tamiko’s skin. She reached under her arms and pulled her from the shower, so she could get to her legs easier. Tamiko groaned with relief when she could move and stretch her leg. She had removed the vet wrap and was now peeling some pieces of very sticky tape from her mouth. Emily freed her other leg, and then, she helped Tamiko to open the buckle of the ball gag that had been underneath.

With one last effort, Tamiko then pulled the sopping wad, consisting of her own sock and Emily’s panties, from her mouth, drooling all over her chest. Well, the bathroom was a wet mess anyway. Emily’s eyes fell on the phone, and she asked:

»Why did they place this between your legs, in the bowl?«

Tamiko frowned, and Emily explained:

»It was in the bowl, and there was an app, making some strange sounds, like an interference or something like that!«

Now, Tamiko produced a row of strange coughs, and it took Emily that it was the closest the exhausted woman could do to laugh hysterically. Then, she looked up to Emily with a strange expression:

»They told me – it was – the taser! And if I would – pee, I would – get toasted!«

Though they were still both stark naked and dripping wet, Emily slung her arms around Tamiko, and after a few seconds, the Japanese repeated the gesture.

***

At their prison, a strange routine had established, though the girls could not communicate, and they had little to do, except lying on their camp beds or examining the bars of the grid doors.

Whenever one had to relieve herself, the others turned away, to allow a minimum of privacy, and whenever one thought she had heard something, all went to the door, though there was no real reason to do so.

Maureen and Anna Rose seemed to spend most of the time on their cods, but Salome was as unruly as before. Yini had managed to signal her that she had seen the pictures of the mountains above their heads, and Salome had nodded, having recognized them, too. She could see that over Yini’s cell, there was an image of the Mount Everest. Salome would have located it in Nepal, but perhaps, a part of it belonged to China. She frowned. Yini was Chinese, and though she had no idea which mountain was marking Maureen’s cell, she was sure it was an Australian mountain.

»And I will be damned if it is not the Kilimanjaro that’s above my head!«

She had no idea if it was the very country where one of the girls was from, or just the continent. Anyway, it was a strange connection between them – and a frightening one, given that there were more cells marked with photos.

her thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming closer; the specific sound of small rubber wheels on the floor, accompanied by some aching and laughter. Then, their blonde captor entered, pushing a large suitcase into the corridor.

»Good news, Ladies, we are complete!«

Now, the black haired one entered, escorting two girls that were hopping forward, causing their boobs to bounce, especially in the case of the first one, a tall blonde in a daringly short pink dress. At first, Salome thought they were ungagged, but then, she noticed the transparent tape plastered over her lips.

The second one was smaller, about 5’7’’, and she had long black curls and a tanned skin. She wore a calf-length burgundy red skirt and a white sleeveless top, and her mouth was sealed with transparent tape, too.

Both girls stood there, shaking to keep balance, and staring at the two rows of cells from which four pairs of eyes were staring at them. There was a girl with dark blonde curls, and when Eileen noticed her big breasts, she was sure it was the missing Maureen McMurdo. She was fully dressed, but her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and she had a black mask over the lower part of her face. Beside her, she could see an Asian in white bra and panties, bound and gagged the same way, and though she had never seen her before, she guessed it was Yini, Tamiko’s friend.

On the other side were also two prisoners. Closest to her was a blonde slender girl with long blonde hair, sporting a blue and white shirt knotted below her breasts, and a thong showing the stars and stripes. beside her was a black girl. she was tall, Eileen guessed that she was her height, and, since the girl only wore a transparent pantyhose and rainbow-coloured panties, she could also tell that their breasts were the same size, too.

Eileen got distracted when Sabrina and Milena opened the cell on the other side of the Black, and then, the blonde not too gently ripped the tape from her lips. Eileen was allowed to work both Helena’s and Aurora’s panties from her mouth, but before she could even breathe, she was gagged with a leather mask, with a cloth ball inside that was forced into her oral cavity. Once this had been buckled and padlocked at her nape, Milena cut the zip ties around her toes, ankles and thighs and cuffed her ankles before turning for her middle.

»You want to keep that?«

»Nnnggg!«

Eileen vigorously shook her head, and Milena undid the knots, not sparing her some teasing before finally, the crotch rope came off. Then, her arms were freed, and once her wrists were cuffed in front of her body, she was pushed inside the cell, and the door was closed and locked.

Aurora was next to be prepared to be locked in. In her case, Sabrina crouched and went under her skirt, like a 19th century photographer would have hidden under his black curtain. The girl’s heaving chest, and her angry moans indicated that she was doing something very unpleasant down there before she finally reappeared, waving another knotty rope.

The Argentinian was locked in the cell to Yini’s left, but the Chinese was more concentrating on Eileen. Tamiko had showed her pictures of her students, and the tall blonde had stood out, though she was just a yellow belt. Now, she was inside the cell with the double peaked mountain, trying to work on the strap of her gag.

Once Aurora was locked, the suitcase was opened, and the two criminals worked together to free the naked, sweat-clad girl inside, tie and gag her like her fellow captives and lock her inside a cell where Yini could no longer see her. the Chinese now was confused: not so much because this girl was completely naked; their own clothing was also not very decent, except for Maureen.

However, this girl had also looked like a Latin American, just like the one that was now beside her. Why did their captors have two girls from South America?

»See you tomorrow, don’t talk too much!«

Milena had packed the cut ropes, tape and zip ties into the suitcase and rolled it away, whilst from Sabrina’s hand, the five pairs of panties that had been used to gag the new girls were dangling. They left the corridor, leaving it to Eileen, Aurora and Beatriz to get acquainted with their prison and their fellow captives.

***

At Aurora’s flat, Emily and Tamiko had washed themselves, but when they wanted to get redressed, they had to notice that their captors had done one last mean thing before leaving, by cutting all fresh panties from Aurora’s drawer, including the bikini bottoms. So, they were left with a few unpleasant choices: putting on their own panties that were damp with the other’s saliva, or changing panties, so their own drool would touch their loins. Also, they could either put on some of Aurora’s used panties, or go bottomless.

In the end, both chose for their own, using Aurora’s hairdryer to get the moisture out. Then, as their own clothes had been cut, too, they had to rummage through Aurora’s drawers where Emily, who had a similar built, found everything she needed, but Tamiko, who was a few inches shorter, finally picked a short dress. None of them wore a bra.

»So, what now? Calling your colleagues?«

To her surprise, the criminals had left Emily’s purse behind, so she not only could open her handcuffs, but also, she still had her gun. She looked at Tamiko who so far hadn’t blamed her for her failure.

»Do I have an alternative?«

Tamiko shrugged.

»You could call a Taxi! As far as I could see, they also left you with some money!«

Tamiko’s plan was simple: they should get to Emily’s home, to free Eileen and Helena.

»These criminals are only after Aurora! So, if they have been there, then we have to go there first anyway! And then, you have at least something: two freed girls, plus maybe an additional lead to where the thugs are!«

Emily stared at her, as if the Japanese had opened her an escape from her current plight. Then, she uttered one word:

»Marten!«

»Who?«

Emily smiled.

»What, not who. I am talking about the animals. Martens, those little pests that like to chew on the cables inside car engines. Well, my landlord refuses to do anything against them without proof, and so, I installed a camera at the carport!«

»You mean-«

»Yeah, if they have parked in front of the house, we maybe have their car caught on it! We already know it’s a black Mercedes! That’s a valid track!«

She quickly phoned for a taxi, feeling excited now. Of course, she would still lose her job, but now, she could at least help in finding the kidnapped girls. She looked at Tamiko.

»Why are you not angry at me? After all, it was me who got us into all of this trouble!«

The Japanese showed a forced smile.

»I think the criminals are to blame, too!«

Then, she turned serious and sighed.

»Besides, the worst thing had happened before we even met!«

»Yini?«

Tamiko nodded and gulped, and Emily, always more curious than discreet, asked:

»Are you – are you – more than just friends?«

Tamiko took a deep breath. Under normal circumstances, she kept her feelings to herself. However, these weren’t normal circumstances.

»I love her!«

In a drawling voice, Emily asked:

»And she – does she love you back?«

»I don’t know!«, Tamiko spat, »I mean, we are good friends, but I – I never dared to tell her that I – I mean, what if she’s appalled, and doesn’t want to see me again?«

»Oh, I am convinced that right now, she would be more than happy to see you!«

Tamiko showed a weak smile. Then, she suddenly grabbed Emily’s arm, so tight the Policewoman gasped. The Japanese eased her grip a little.

»I failed in protecting her! I mean, I call myself a Sensei, but all I managed was to end up naked, bound and gagged twice! You may lose your job, but I have lost my face!«

Their taxi arrived, and for obvious reasons, they didn’t continue the conversation with the driver present. In Emily’s head, however, a thought began to grow. A nonsensical, even illegal thought that only proved she hadn’t learned her lesson, but nevertheless, it was there:

»If I try to find these criminals before telling my superiors that I failed, to redeem myself, she would understand – understand and maybe assist me!«

***

20 minutes later, they were at the house where Emily had her apartment. Here, she could see that her car was parked at its spot, indicating that the girls had indeed reached her place. She checked the small camera and removed the card, so she could check the pictures once she had access to her laptop.

Carefully, the two then circled the house and, squeezing themselves through a hedge, entered the garden. Emily drew her gun as she spotted the open balcony door, and then, she approached, whilst Tamiko did her best to back her.

The roller shutters were closed, as she saw now, but through them, she could hear a faint humming sound. It was the sound of a bound and gagged woman.

Tamiko, who had checked the rest of the garden, had seen the open bathroom window, and so, they entered via that way. The apartment seemed empty, the only sounds coming from the bedroom. Under the door, there was a little light, indicating that inside, the lights were on.

Just to avoid unpleasant surprises, Emily quickly checked the other rooms and then handed Tamiko the biggest knife from the kitchen. Then, they once again listened at the bedroom door. The moaning was now more audible, and they could also hear another sound: a buzzing that caused Emily’s nerves to tingle nervously. taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

In the bedroom, the shutters were closed, too, but every lamp had been turned on, so it was almost unnaturally bright. On the  bed, they saw a girl lying on her belly, her arms and legs stretched wide and tied to the bedposts. However, this wasn’t what made both Tamiko and Emily stand motionless with their mouths open.

The girl wasn’t just writhing, she had her fingers slung around her arm ties, pulling on them, and her butt was literally gyrating. To their surprise, her buttocks were marked with a big black »X«, and she was wearing a black garter belt and matching stockings. Helena’s moans sounded not as if she was panicking, and there was a specific fragrance in the air, sweat and-

»Helena!«

Emily broke out of her paralysis and jumped on the bed. The girl looked up to her, her eyes widened, and it seemed that she was rather confused than relieved. She blinked heavily, and when she began to unwind the bandage from her mouth, Emily noticed that the girl was blushing all over.

Tamiko had also wanted to help, and she turned for the strange X. Now, she could see it was two crossed strips of black tape, and she carefully ripped them from Helena’s buttocks. Now, she could see a knob protruding from Helena’s ass, and it was evident that the buzzing sound was coming from this strange object.

»These bastards! They shoved something into her ass!«

»I-I-I ha-handle that, ju-just ungag her!«, Emily stammered, and when she pushed Tamiko away, the Japanese noticed that the Policewoman was as red as a beetroot. Tamiko continued to wrap the bandage from the girl’s mouth, but she could hear the buzzing start, and in the corner of her eye, she saw Emily pull and turn her hand, as if she was loosening a screw, followed by pulling out a black plug-like object from the girl’s rear and throwing it under the bed. Helena shuddered and moaned.

Some time later, Tamiko was trying to gently pull the big white panties from her mouth, and Emily had cut her bonds. Since the Policewoman still looked as if she had been paraded through a biker’s club whilst being stark naked, Tamiko led Helena to the bathroom. On their way, she noticed that the girl’s middle was glistering wet, and there was no doubt about the fragrance coming from her swollen clit and labia.

A few minutes later, a freshly showered Helena, wearing Emily’s bathrobe, staggered out of the bathroom, still aided by Tamiko. They could see that Emily was bent over her laptop, staring at the video of her camera, and she didn’t look up and just asked:

»F-feeling a little better?«

Helena nodded. Then, she croaked:

»They – they said it was from your drawer!«

Even in the blueish light from the screen, they could see Emily blush again. Almost inaudible, she breathed:

»I – I cleaned it before-«

»Well, thanks, what a relief!«, Helena blurted before she started to sob. Tamiko took her in her arms, and she said, loud enough for Emily to hear, too:

»It was these criminals, not Emily!«

Then, after a deep sigh, she added:

»Had they attacked us at my apartment, and had they looked into my nightstand, they would have found a vibrator, too!«

»Plus some Ben Wa balls, a pair of plush toy handcuffs and a Martinet!«, Tamiko added in her thoughts, but she decided that she had not to go into details to support Emily. Helena wiped her eyes, and when Tamiko handed her a handkerchief, she cleaned her nose. Looking at Emily, she shook her head, her eyes still glistering.

»A vibrator is one thing – but this one’s for the – the backdoor!«

Then, the girl suddenly chortled, what turned into a giggle. She approached Emily and put an arm around her shoulders.

»Sorry for overreacting! It wasn’t your fault!«

»Just the fact that you were attacked in the first place!«, Emily thought, but she just brushed over Helena’s hand, still looking at the screen. Helena added, her voice sounding a bit shrill:

»Well, I have to admit that it worked!«

»Could we change the subject now?«, Emily asked, feeling as if her cheeks were aflame. She tapped on the laptop’s screen, and all three watched the scene where Eileen and Aurora were led towards the car and made to get inside. The ties and gags of the two were hardly visible, but at least, she now had some pictures of the two criminals.

»Fuck!«

The carport had a defunct lighting, and the car had been parked with the front towards the camera. Thus, she could not read the license plate, at least not on her laptop, using the normal picture enlargement.

»Why did they kidnap Aurora if they already had someone from South America? And why did the European girl have to be Eileen?«, Emily thought loudly. Helena, who had calmed down a bit, replied that the two women had been quite interested in Eileen’s Russian birthplace. That was a hint, but none that really helped.

»Wait a minute!«

Tamiko had watched the video again, and now, she slowly repeated the scene where the car left. She pointed at one of the tires, where something seemed to fall off and fly away. Before anyone could stop her, Tamiko stormed outside, only to return little later, waving a dirty and partially shredded sheet of paper.

»Here! This must have been stuck to the tire!«

She placed it on the table, and all three girls stared at it. It was an advertising, inviting all interested to the Summer Theatre at Rimpar. Emily frowned. Rimpar was a small village, some 15 kilometres from here. It had a small amateur theatre that had gained regional fame. But what could that theatre have to do with the kidnapping of now at least six women?

»Maybe, it just got stuck to the tire when the car passed through Rimpar, or the flyer was lying around somewhere-«, Emily tried to keep expectations low. However, she didn’t seem all too convinced. Emily was quite religious (luckily, she wasn’t catholic; otherwise, she would have had to mention a certain toy during confession), and couldn’t the flyer be interpreted as a sign from God? A hint to follow, to redeem herself for her mistakes in that case?

»Well, we still have the gun, and now, you also have your car! In addition, they are not expecting us!«, Tamiko added. Of course, a similar plan had led to their latest predicament, but she was led by the urgent wish to do something for Yini’s rescue instead of waiting for the results.

Helena cleared her throat and said:

»I am feeling much better already! So, if you could lend me some fresh clothes, You can call me in, too!«

***