Combining Business and Pleasure 7

Bound, gagged and helpless, Hannah was grateful for every small accommodation, one of them being the wall clock in the Aerobic room, telling her how much time had passed. Now, it was 5pm, and she watched the chatting people leave the room, unaware of her being so close.

She had given up trying to call for help. The closest she had gotten to draw anyone’s attention had been when the Aerobic teacher had been posing in front of the mirror, looking as if she was looking directly at Hannah, with the music just being turned off. She had screamed her lungs out, and the woman had looked a bit puzzled, as if she had listened something strange. Hannah had managed to scream again, and after a few seconds of desperate hope, the Aerobic teacher had just shrugged and turned back to the desk.

Now, Hannah was just exhausted. Her butt felt sore and clung to the artificial leather of her seat, her limbs ached, and her mouth felt parched from the perpetual gagging. So, she sat, her head dropped, and she dizzily stared at her partially exposed nipple. The clasps of her bra were still loose, and she had no chance of fixing it.

Still, she had no idea who her captors were, or what they were planning to do with her. A term had built in her mind, sounding terrible and slightly mythical at the same time: White Slavery.

According to what she knew, it usually went the other way round nowadays – women from Africa, Asia or Eastern Europe were lured or trafficked to countries like Germany, to work as prostitutes. However, it would explain why they had kidnapped a girl that wasn’t rich, for the whole thing seemed to elaborate for her captors just being a bunch of psychopaths.

»I am not even a blonde!«

Hannah raised her head, too exhausted to do more, when the door opened. It was Yema, this time followed by a man she hadn’t seen yet, a tall, Arabian looking man in white pants and T-Shirt. Behind them, Sammy and the petty Officer that had groped her breasts followed. Yema touched her chin, forcing Hannah to look at her.

»We haven’t got too much time, so, here’s the deal: follow our orders, and you will be allowed to stretch your legs, given a meal, allowed to use the toilet and even to shower – plus your one question! Disobey, and you will be restrained for a full 24 hours! So, will you be a good girl?«

As on keyword, she felt a slight cramp in her leg, and so, Hannah nodded, and both Sammy and the Arab approached her. Whilst Sammy started to unwind the tape from her mouth, his accomplice untied Hannah’s right leg. She mewed when he started to knead and massage it, but he was too strong for her to break free, and he just stated:

»Relax, I am just trying to help!«

And indeed, he seemed to know what he was doing, and she relaxed her leg muscles. Sammy chuckled and cupped her breasts.

»Relax, I am just trying to help!«, he mocked, and the Arab slightly shook his head.

»You are a peasant, and you will ever be, Sammy! If you want to be helpful and satisfy your nether instincts, you can remove her bra, so she can breathe unrestricted!«

Hannah gasped when the man obeyed, cutting the straps of her bra with a small pocketknife and pulling the bra from her. The petty Officer looked with interest, and Yema rolled her eyes.

»Lads, more business, less pleasure, please!«

»Mam, yes, Mam!«, Sammy barked and continued to ungag Hannah whilst the other man now massaged her other leg. She had to admit that he indeed had helped with her muscle cramps, though her legs still felt wobbly.

Once the tape was over, Sammy pulled the sweaty pantyhose from her head and looked at it. The sticky tape had caused some ladders.

»I have to see what I have in my kinky box!«

Considering himself a businessman, Sammy had three jobs aboard the »Mauretania II«: aside from being a bosun of the technical crew and a human trafficker, he had also made a deal with the women who did the cleaning of this deck.

The poorly paid cleaning personnel considered the changing rooms their jackpot, for the passengers regularly lost things, sometimes even jewellery or money. Thanks to Sammy, they also had a customer for worn female garments – 5 Euro for a pair of socks or pantyhose, 10 for a pair of panties. Though it was the beginning of the trip, he already had a few items in it. They would make nice, humiliating gags, and what was left, he could sell to some perverts on land.

He removed the ball gag and the cleave, and then, Yema arrived with a plastic bucket and plucked the socks and panties from her mouth. The Arab freed her wrists, and Hannah reflexively shielded her breasts, though all four captors had already seen them.

»I am Karim, by the way, and the guy in the uniform’s Andreas«, the Arab said, »Would you like a shoulder massage, too?«

Hannah shook her head. Her shoulders felt sore, but she didn’t want to be touched even more. However, she needed Karim’s help to get to her feet, and he led her to the toilet where she was again given a few minutes of privacy before a knock on the door ordered her back to the main room.

Yema handed her a bottle of water and a few sandwiches, even apologizing that none of them were working in the kitchen and therefore, they could only offer rather frugal meals. Hannah would have laughed at the absurdity of that apology, but she was hungry and thirsty and therefore devoured her meal. Then, she looked at her captors.

»May I ask my question now?«

Yema made an inviting gesture, and Hannah suddenly felt very vulnerable, clad only in her thong and watched by four pairs of eyes. She gulped.

»Are you – are you intending to – to sell me?«

Yema focussed her:

»Short answer: Yes! Slightly longer answer: You will not end up in a brothel!«

For a few moments, the girl sat motionless. Then, she suddenly jumped up, heading for the door that was just a few yards behind Andreas’s back.

She didn’t get far. Though caught by surprise, Yema managed to kick her legs, so Hannah slipped, and before she had gotten back to her feet, Both Sammy and Andreas had grabbed her arms. She opened her mouth to scream, but now, Karim slung his arm around her lower face, and only a muffled groan came out. Whilst she was still struggling, Yema stepped in front of her.

»That, girl, was a bad idea!«

With her arms in a vice grip, and with Karim’s biceps pressing on her lips, Hannah stopped writhing, and when Yema ordered the men to get her to her feet, she stared daggers at the Asian, panting through her nose.

»You have just degraded yourself from lenient to mediocre treatment! Also, you have to be punished! However, since it was your fist act of defiance, I tend to be mild if you will behave from now on!«

She looked at Hannah’s middle and added:

»I will now take off your panties! If you let me do so without any wriggling and leg squeezing, let alone trying to kick me, this will be your only punishment! If not – you will lose them as well, plus you will experience new levels of pain!«

Hannah’s chest heaved, and she was wheezing as Yema approached her, but she remained motionless when she felt her fingers at the waistband of the thong. The Asian was right – there was nothing to gain for her right now. So, though she was blushing all over and could see both Sammy and Andreas stare at her strip of pubic hair when Yema slowly pulled the panties down her legs, she held still and even stepped out of the garment.

She was then dragged into the small shower room where four showerheads were placed. The men let her go, and Yema pointed at a small shelf.

»Now, soap and shower yourself! Do a good job, or one of the men will help – or two, if I consider it necessary!«

Under the prying eyes of her captors, Hannah lathered her nude body with the soap and then turned on the shower. At least, no one touched her, and they even spared her lewd comments. However, when she was allowed to turn off the water, Yema, holding a big towel, said:

»Now, to further prove you are a good girl, you will allow one of the men to towel you! Your choice – but ›none‹ is not an option!«

Hannah stared at the three men. The idea of any of them touching her body felt horrifying to her. And yet, she chose Karim who had been the gentlest so far. With a smile, the Arab took the towel and began rubbing her body. He did indeed not grope her more than necessary, but he was thorough, and he even dabbed the dampness from between her thighs and then made her raise her legs one by one, so he could towel her feet and toes.

She then had to clean her teeth and was offered another quick trip to the toilet before she was led back to  the fitness room again. She did not have to sit at the adductor press again but was made to lie down on the bench of the weight bench, though reverted, with her feet pointing to the end with the big dumbbell. On each side, heavy weights were fixed to the bar, and whilst Yema tied her wrists under the bench with upholstered cuffs, both Karim and Sammy grabbed her ankles and lashed these to the bar, so Hannah had to lie with her legs raised and spread.

A collar made of soft leather was then tied around her neck and the leash attached to it was fixed to the upper end of the bench, so Hannah couldn’t raise. Then, Yema opened a cupboard and brought something that looked like a bra cup.

»Overnight, these gags are more secure!«

Inside the cup was a large soft nerf ball that was forced inside her mouth, and when the straps were buckled at her nape, the leather cup covered her lower face and chin. Then, a sleeping mask was put over her eyes.

»You will also get noise cancelling headphones, but before, one last thing, since you are now receiving mediocre treatment!«

Something was pulled over her head, and Hannah gasped when for a moment, her nose was blocked. Then, she felt that she could still breathe, but something was now covering her nose – something soft, and it smelled like-

»Uuuhhmph! Nnnggg!«

»Come on, it’s your own panties after all! Now, before we leave, the men want to say ›Good Night‹! In the order of the alphabet, we start with Andreas!«

Hannah mewed when hands crabbed her breasts, kneading them slightly, and a kiss was placed on each of her nipples. Karim then did the same whilst Sammy even licked over her nipples and bit them playfully. Then, Yema said:

»Sleep tight, Hannah! I will say Good Night after I put on your headphones!«

She placed them over the girl’s ears, and now, Hannah, who was also blindfolded, felt even more disoriented. She could hear almost nothing, and then, she groaned and reared up as something painfully bit into her nipples. As the squeezing didn’t stop, she realized that Yema had placed clothespins or clamps on them – obviously a part of the »mediocre treatment«.

»Next time I fail in trying to escape, it will be harsh treatment!«, Hannah realized, and she screamed into the foam ball in her mouth. She felt the vibration, but could not hear a thing.

***

John was relaxing by the pool when a shadow fell over him. It was Babette, and he noticed that she was clad in a plain white T-Shirt and a black skirt instead of a bikini. Her expression was strained, and she sat down on his deckchair, not withdrawing as he took her hand.

»Babsi, what’s wrong?«

Babette looked around, not seeing a sign of Conradi, Davenport or their henchmen. She bent forward and whispered:

»Can we talk?«

She withdrew from him, and John rose. Though he realized she was heading for his cabin, she seemed eager to not be seen too close to him, and he guessed that she had meant it literally when she wanted to talk.

Once inside, Babette gave him a short summary of what had happened. She then looked at him with tearful eyes.

»Now, my boss uses me as a pawn, his wife thinks I am a whore, and whoever attacked me is still free and could be everyone!«

»Come here!«, John said warmly, and Babette cuddled against him as he closed his arms around her. She oppressed a sob and complained:

»It would be really nice not to be treated like either a hooker or a piece of flesh for a change!«

»Okay, this time, you may pay for the drinks!«

Babette looked up, and when she saw his grin, her lips also trembled, and she chortled. Pressing closer against his chest, she breathed:

»Hm, humour is indeed a good start!«

Their lips met, but when the hand on her back wandered to her buttock, she withdrew a little.

»Sorry, but – not yet!«

His hand wandered back to her waist, and he still held her in his arms. Then, looking down on her, he said:

»The worst thing is that I am thinking about using you as a pawn, too, Babsi!«

He stepped back one step and sat down on the bed, looking up at her whilst still holding her hands. He took a deep breath before he continued:

»Look, as I told you, I am also after Conradi and Davenport! And my original intention was – well, I was trying to seduce you, so you would help me get some valuable information!«

He held her hands so loosely she could easily have withdrawn, and it seemed that he was expecting to be slapped. Instead, Babette pondered, looking at his eyes whilst thinking that their colour had changed; nothing weird like turning to red or something, but they now seemed to have a darker grey than she originally had assumed.

»Seems we both want the same thing!«

Now, he seemed puzzled, as her body language made clear she was not referring to being seduced. Babette decided that she needed an ally, and John’s interest of getting a good story did not interfere with her intention to find out about irregularities in Conradi’s business.

»I am not only his secretary«, she confessed, »I work for the Ministry of Finance! My job is to find out if there are stains on Conradi’s white vest – others than cheating on his wife, I mean!«

»So, we are partners, somehow«, John stated. Babette withdrew her hands from his and stepped back a little.

»Only if you agree upon holding back with publishing until he is behind bars! After all what has happened, I am more than ever convinced that Conradi’s not playing by the rules!«

»Well, if he, or both he and Davenport end up in jail, this will only make my story all the better! So – what do you say, partner?«

He reached out his hand, and when Babette took it, he pulled her forward, so she had to sit on his lap. He slung his arm around her.

»I could mention that my bonus for a revealing story will be so high that I could afford sharing with you! However, weren’t you intending to get away from earning money for doing bad things, Babsi?«

Babette cocked her head, noticing his eyes were seeming brighter again.

»Hm, 50:50 sounds like a good partnership for me!«

»Deal!«

This time, she did not keep her mouth closed when he kissed her.

***

»Allow me!«

Sato had noticed a stain on Johanna’s glasses, and so, he took them from her and meticulously polished the lenses before placing them on her nose again. If he had trampled them on the floor instead, Johanna wouldn’t have bothered; she was still trying to cope with Sato’s offer – so simple, so logically (from his point of view), so terrible (from her point of view).

Sato had fetched a camera from his cupboard, even joking about him fitting yet another cliché about Japanese people. Then, he had explained to her that, since his intention was that she kept away from Conradi and also kept her mouth shut, he would have to make sure that Johanna would not run to the next authority once he had let her go.

»So, I will take a few pictures of you – in the nude! As long as you keep your mouth shut, no one but me will see them, not even Mr. Conradi! If you talk, however-«

He had made a gesture that seemed to include all the internet. Johanna had whimpered through her multiple gags and shaken her head no. Shrugging, Sato had sat down on the chair, looking at her with his thin smile.

»You will stay here until you have decided otherwise!«

For some 20 minutes, she was now sitting on his bed, bound hand and foot and thoroughly gagged, with Sato silently looking at her. Him cleaning her glasses had been the only time he had interacted with her since.

»What will he do if I am trying to escape? Somehow, he doesn’t seem as if he wants to hurt me!«

Of course, she remembered him warning her that he would get rougher if he had to, but Johanna also had to think of Paula Drache, the heroine of her novels, who would at least have tried to escape, if only to show she wasn’t defeated.

Carefully, she shuffled forward, knowing that this would expose even more of her thighs, until she could feel the carpet under her soles. Sato didn’t react, and so, she swung her upper body back and forth a few times before she tried to get to her feet.

»Uuuhmmph!«

She screamed through her gag as she realized she had too much impetus and was falling forward, against the sitting man. Of course, Sato had seen her movements, but he had considered that she was trying to just change her position. So, he acted reflexively, and Johanna’s fall was stopped by his hands on her breasts.

»Hoppla!«

Johanna moaned and tried to shake his hands off, but Sato just rose from his seat, pushing her in a standing position. Then, with an impish glance in his eyes, he asked:

»You still need my help, or may I withdraw my hands now?«

»Hrrrmmm!«, came the angry reply, and Sato ostentatiously took his hands away. Johanna staggered as she now felt how standing and thus tensing her leg muscles made her leg ties feel tighter, and she landed on the bed behind her, glancing at Sato, and stomping her bound feet in a helpless effort to kick him.

»So, what was it? Have you changed your mind about the photos?«

If looks could have killed, Sato wouldn’t have survived for much longer. He oppressed the urge to tell her how beautiful she looked when she was angry and asked her whether she needed a trip to the bathroom. Johanna shook her head, but the thought made her shiver: what if this went on for so long she really would have to go?

»So, this was either a very clumsy escape attempt, or you just wanted to find a more convenient position! Since escape attempts would have to be punished, I will decide for the benefit of doubt! Allow me!«

He bowed deeply, and Johanna mewed when he grabbed her ankles, turning her 90 degree, so she was lying on the bed. Then, lifting her upper body, he placed the pillow under her bed and allowed her to lie down. Johanna gasped when he then pushed his hand under the small of her back and lifted her pelvis.

However, he just straightened her crumpled skirt, so her legs were covered to the knees again. Then, he got up, and he placed his hand under her heels.

»Mhhmm?«

Raising her legs, he sat down on the bed, so he could lean against the wall with his back, and he then placed her bound feet in his lap. Johanna raised her legs again, trying to punch his balls with her heels. Sato grunted and cringed a bit, but she hadn’t been able to kit him hard. He steadied her ankles with  his left and looked at her with a stern expression. However, he didn’t say anything, let alone punishing her. Instead, he brushed over her exposed soles with his other hand.

»Uuhmmph! Nnnggg!«

She was only slightly ticklish, but now, being helpless at this man’s mercy, the soft touch felt scary. Sato grabbed her foot, his thumb now pressing harder against her sole as he moved it up and down. Then, he did the same to her other foot, too. Without stopping the massage, and not even looking at her, he said:

»I know that you owe it to your sense of modesty not to give in too early! However, there is no need to feel inconvenient!«

***

Suzette fumed as she returned to her cabin, though she knew that partially, she was mad at herself. After all, it had been just a non-binding little flirt with John. And yet, when she – for the second time! – had seen the blonde bimbo come out of his cabin, she had felt the sting of jealousy burn in her stomach.

This time, she had been wearing her own clothes, but her slightly reddened cheeks had told her that they had done more than talking.

Suzette didn’t even know why she was bothering. Not only had there been nothing between her and the man, it wasn’t that there were no men who would look at her! She got into her bathroom and looked at her impression in the mirror.

»I! Am! Gorgeous!«

Almost angrily, she brushed her curls, enjoying how the slightly wild hair emphasized her angry look. However, for the concert in the evening, she would have to wear an updo, together with a green silk robe that matched her eyes. It would be just background entertainment during the dinner, and not even for the first class, but she would be seen and heard, and maybe, the applause would not be just polite. Maybe, someone would recognize her talent and get her an option to start a solo career.

She carefully selected some decent jewellery and put on an equally decent makeup before she got dressed and did her hair. In her eyes, it just looked okay, and she decided to go to the ship’s hairdresser the next time.

»Now, break a leg, Susi!«, she said to the mirror, grabbed her double bass and left her cabin to get to the dining hall. When she was struggling with one of the corridor doors, it suddenly opened without her effort, and she saw a man in a white uniform.

»Now, let me help you with that heavy thing!«, he said and took the handle of the case from her. Since it ran on rolls, the case wasn’t actually heavy, just bulky, but Suzette enjoyed being treated that way and so, she allowed the Officer to assist her.

»Unless there’s your dead lover in it and you want me to throw the case overboard, I guess you are heading for the dining hall?«

She had heard similar jokes quite often, but in her current state, imagining either John or the blonde bimbo getting dumped into the sea was enough to make her chuckle.

»Maybe«, she thought, »it’s going to be a good evening!«

***

When his phone vibrated, not only Sato startled, but also Johanna. When he drew it from his pocket to read the message, she blinked, noticing that not only had she closed her eyes, but she had also enjoyed the foot massage. Blushing, she was quite sure that she had even sighed with pleasure when he had found the ominous pressure points in her soles.

Now, however, reality had her back as she was still bound and gagged, and Sato now looked at her with real regret:

»Sorry, but my boss just called! I will have to leave for some time. I guess you know what that means, Joanne-San?«

Johanna thought that he was talking about leaving her in the room, bound and gagged, and she quickly imagined her chances of escaping:

»Once he’s gone, I could hop to the door, and I sure could open it! And on the corridor, someone will find me!«

Then, she saw him place some more ropes on the desk, and her heart sank: obviously, Sato intended to truss her up even more. He turned towards her.

»I might be several hours – you need to go to the bathroom?«

Johanna nodded. The bathroom door was just one yard away from the corridor, and if he freed her so she could go, she could-

She gasped when he pushed his hands under her and cradled her in his arms. Like that, he carried her into the bath and placed her in front of the toilet. Then, he went on one knee, looking as if he intended to propose.

»Excuse me, Joanne-San, but I can’t risk untying you!«

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

She cringed and shook her head when his hands went under the skirt of her dress, feeling for her hips and then hooking into the waistband of her panties. He didn’t try to stare as he pulled them down to the ropes above her knee, and he lifted her skirt as he helped her sitting down on the seat. Again, Johanna shook her head, but Sato just turned his back towards her and waited in the open door.

»That’s all the privacy I will get!«

It was embarrassing – but the rational part in her head told her that her chances of escape would be even smaller if she would try to work on undoing her bonds whilst her bladder was about to burst. And so, blushing all over, she relieved herself.

Sato adjusted her panties, again without peeping, and he flushed before he carried her back into the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed. One by one, he undid the three cloths tied over her mouth, but instead of removing the wad stuffed inside, he pushed it even deeper into her oral cavity and then, the three cloths were reapplied a bit tighter. As an additional precaution, he buckled a small belt tightly over her gagged mouth.

»Mph!«

»I know, Shibari’s an art, but what I am doing to you is just perfunctory, Joanne-San! I promise to do better next time!«

He then made her lie down on her belly and tied one of the additional ropes to her ankles. Then, he fixed this to her arm ties, putting her in a hogtie, though she felt that he could have done it more rigid, but had chosen not to do so.

She then mewed when he pushed another rope under her armpits from behind. When he could reach the ends from the front, he pulled the slack out and tied the ends off to the bedframe. A similar rope was pulled through her bent knees and fixed on the other side. Now, Johanna would have to stay on the bed, no matter how much she would try to squirm around.

For a terrible moment, she thought that he had changed his mind and decided to kill her when she saw him hold the pillow in his hand, but he just asked whether she wanted him to put it under her head. She nodded slightly, and he took care that she could rest her head without risking to block her breathing.

He checked the knots of her binding for one last time, and then, he took her head between his hands, reaching for her glasses.

»They might fall off if you struggle, and I am afraid you won’t just lie still and wait for my return, Joanne-San!«

»Oh, when it comes to your trial, I will of course mention how thoughtful you were!«, she thought, but not with real hatred. Sato bowed towards her and promised to come back as soon as possible. Then, he turned on the radio and left the cabin.

***

»Will you also listen to my concert?«, Suzette asked the gentle petty Officer who had maneuvered her double bass through the corridors and onto the small podium on which she was meant to perform. Some helpful person had already placed a chair and a music stand there.

»Well, yes and no, Miss Bonhomme!«

»Oh, please, call me Suzette – or Susi, if you like – Andreas!«

Like all crew member, he wore his name on a plaque. He explained to her that he was obliged to eat at the petty Officer’s mess, and it would not be good if he would be hanging around in the dining hall wearing his uniform.

»Our guests would think that I am controlling who takes seconds from the buffet! But no one can forbid me to stay in the lobby, and therefore, I will be able to enjoy your performance, albeit a bit quieter than the guests!«

She seemed pleased, and Andreas left the dining hall. He indeed placed himself close to the entrance; though he was off duty, it was not unusual for the younger Officers to show up in their uniforms, so they could flirt with the girls who were attracted by that.

His intention had to do with girls, too, but he didn’t intend flirting. Instead, he wanted to see where Johanna Müller, their next target, had gone. He had lost her when she had left Melissa’s office, and he was sure that sooner or later, she would have dinner.

He had, however, not lied about listening to Suzette’s music. If she was talented, it would raise her value almost as much as a pretty face, ample breasts or shapely legs did.

»So, once again, I am combining business and pleasure«, he thought.

***