Combining Business and Pleasure 10

»Ah, Babette, great you could make it so fast!«

She didn’t tell Conradi that she had been awake for quite some time when he had sent her his message to show up at his suite. After a pleasing morning exercise with John, she had sneaked back to her room, only to see a mail from her boss, asking her to be at his cabin by 7:30. There had been just enough time for showering and redressing, and now, she was wondering why he wanted to see her before the usual start of her day.

»I just hope he doesn’t want to get – more realistic in faking our affair!«

Babette still wasn’t sure what she and John had, but it definitely felt better than having to sleep with Conradi. She anxiously looked around, but there was no sign of his wife, and at least, he was not welcoming her in his bathrobe.

»This Davenport wants to meet me right now!«, he explained once he had closed the cabin door behind them, »and I have a few things to sort! I will get you the folder, and you please prepare everything about the transactions with Müller, Takayama and with those Norwegians! I don’t know how long I will be, but Sato will show up at 8:30, so, you won’t be alone for too long!«

He obviously considered her excitement a flashback from her yesterday’s ordeal, for he looked concerned before he turned for the safe. Babette, however, could just not cope with the fact she was given another chance so soon: she would have one hour alone with Conradi’s papers!

He handed her a folder from which several loose sheets protruded and then excused himself for having to leave for Davenport. Babette placed the folder on the desk and opened it. She spotted an envelope with a signature she knew all too well:

»A. Davenport Inc.!«

There was a handwritten »confidential« on it, and to Babette, it seemed like an invitation to see what was inside. It looked like a sample draft for a treaty concerning the brewery deal – but the numbers seemed considerably smaller than those she had heard during the past two days. Babette drew her phone and photographed the sheet when her eyes fell on a small QR code near the bottom of the page. Frowning, she zoomed on it and then opened the site. It showed just one word:

»Busted!«

»So, you found the bait, Babette!«

She dropped her phone when she spun around. Out of nowhere, Sato now stood in front of her – and his gun pointed directly at her. Babette tried a timid smile.

»I-If I told you i-it isn’t what it l-looks like, would you b-believe me, a-and let me go?«

She tried her best puppy eyes, but Sato just shook his head.

»Sit down on the couch!«, he ordered, and suddenly, he held a coiled rope in his left.

***

 Hannah looked at Suzette sitting on the mat next to her. The musician had recognized her once she had been freed from the blindfold and earphones, but so far, the girls hadn’t been given an opportunity to talk. Each had been given a few minutes in the toilet, still gagged and with the ankles cuffed, and now, they were sitting side by side, with a few bottles of water and some fruits on a plate in front of them. Yema, accompanied by Sammy, looked down on them.

»Before you will be given breakfast, I have a few announcements to make! First, this will be your last day aboard this ship!«

The two girls had lost their sense of time a bit, but now, they remembered that this would be a full day at sea: at 11pm the previous day, the »Mauretania II« had left Cherbourg and would reach Porto some 26 hours later, not following the coast line, but cruising on the open sea, so the passengers would have the feeling on being on the »real« Atlantic for the first time.

»Our – business partners will take care of you, and soon, your new lives will begin – which brings me to point two on my list!«

The girls exchanged a worried look before they stared at Yema over their gag masks. Yema answered with a calm smile.

»I will not hide behind euphemisms – we are what some call White Slavers, and you are what us White Slavers call merchandize!«

This of course caused some muffled protesting and mewing as Yema spoke out what both girls had feared already. Sammy raised the bamboo cane, and Yema waited until they fell silent before she continued:

»I know that you may feel scared, disgusted, maybe overwhelmed – but you should concentrate on the facts now: your market value!«

She looked at her clipboard and turned towards Suzette first:

»You are pretty, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here! I mean, your breasts are nicely shaped, but medium sized, your legs are shapely, but not too excellent, but all in all, way above average, and you bring the bonus of being a natural redhead!«

Suzette shuddered when she was reduced to these optic features, and Hannah suddenly thought that, whilst her body could compare to Suzette’s, she was »just« a brunette. Involuntarily curious, she listened to Yema.

»Now, adding all that, I think bidding will start at 70 Grand – but if I were you, I would do anything to raise the sum, Susi!«

»Mhm?«

»It’s a simple logic: the more a man pays for you, the more he will consider you precious! You don’t let a racing horse pull a cart or throw darts at a Rembrandt!«

Though Yema’s metaphors were a bit far-fetched, both girls understood what the Asian wanted to say. Yema now made a gesture towards Sammy who went for the storage room, only to return with Suzette’s double bass.

»I hope that it didn’t get damaged by getting transported without the case, and I am afraid we don’t have a music stand – but you sure know some tunes by heart!«

She continued with telling Suzette to play the instrument whilst Sammy would film her – in the nude and still gagged.

»I heard your performance last evening didn’t go well! So, you better show what you can – for if you are a skilled musician, you will not only raise your value, it will also be more likely that you will entertain your future owner in a way you are used to!«

Sammy brought a stool, and then, Suzette was led towards it, her ankles still cuffed. The man handed her the bow and placed the double bass, and Suzette routinely started to attune the strings before she did a few strokes with the bow.

The routine, and having her instrument back, made Suzette feel better. She could even block out the fact that she was performing not to end up as a sex slave only – strange enough, but a part of her even wanted to prove that she could do better than the evening before. So, she played some demanding melodies, able to ignore Sammy who got quite close to get her breasts and pubic area on the video, too.

Hannah looked at Yema who was also listening to the indeed beautiful music. She still had her hands free, and she thought if she could make it to the door. It was just some six yards, but with her ankles cuffed, the would get her before she could get to it, and then, they would punish her. So, she waited until the concert was over. Both Sammy and Yema applauded, and Suzette reflexively bowed before she remembered where she was.

She was then ungagged and allowed to eat and drink. The girl greedily emptied the bottle, but refused the fruits. Instead, she started to ask questions, and so, Yema had her gagged again. Then, she turned towards Hannah.

»Now, how about you? I know you are a journalist – but that isn’t something really appreciated. Do you play an instrument, too?«

Hannah could play the piano a little, but there wasn’t any standing around, and in comparison to Suzette, her play was crap. Yema didn’t seem surprised.

»How about dancing?«

Again, the girl shook her head. Hannah could dance, but again, it wasn’t in a way that would make people applaud – or raise their bets. Sammy chuckled.

»Perhaps, she can such a golf ball through a water hose!«

»Can you?«, Yema asked as if this had not just been a lewd joke, and Hannah couldn’t help blushing. Then, though she felt she would die from embarrassment, she raised her hand. Yema ordered Sammy to remove her gag, and Hannah pointed at vertical bar in the middle of the room.

»I – I can do p-pole dance!«

It had been the headline of her first major report »Pole Dance – Sports or Sexism?«. Hannah had attended a course, and somehow, she had gotten addicted, though she had only ever once performed for her then boyfriend.

»And now, I am doing it for my captors, naked and gagged, to avoid being sold to some miser!«

Sammy uncuffed her feet, and Hannah staggered towards the pole. Suzette had to get to her double bass again, and, with a helpless look at Hannah, she then played some tunes that would enable her to perform to.

One of the advantages of pole dancing was that as long as the dancer was quite athletic and had a sense of rhythm, even simple moves looked good. Hannah knew it, and she knew that she was performing good, but it was a humiliation to feel the metal bar rub over her soft flesh as she slid down, and of course, both leaning backwards or spreading her legs was not just a tease, but it forced her to show everything to Sammy and his camera.

Once it was over, she was allowed to drink and even found herself able to have some food. Yema looked at her and said:

»Maybe, we should sell the two of you together! It would have some advantages for you, too! And this brings me to an idea!«

Hannah was led to the pole and had to sit down once Sammy had cuffed her wrists behind the bar. A second cuff was then fixed around her left ankle and the other end locked around the chain of her handcuffs, so she had to sit with one leg bent and her middle exposed. Yema brushed Hannah’s hair from her cheeks.

»Time for your daytime gag!«

She opened her mouth, to accept her socks and panties she had almost gotten used to. The gag, however, felt and tasted different, and Yema giggled.

»It’s the panties of your new best friend, a thong and some bikini briefs!«

Hannah moaned and tried to expel the strange underwear from her mouth, but this only caused Yema to pull a third pair from her frock pocket and pull it over her head, placing the crotch part over her nose before Sammy tied the cleave between her lips, followed by the ball gag. The Chinese smiled down at the fuming Hannah.

»Just a little souvenir from me!«

The pantyhose was pulled over her head, and again, it seemed Sammy had found a well worn pair. In addition to the tape wrapped over her mouth, he added a vet wrap bandage, further ensuring her silence. Then, they went for Suzette. The redhead endured getting her wrists cuffed behind her back, and for some reason, they also cuffed her elbows, forcing her to thrust out her boobs, before she had to sit down opposite to Hannah and also got her left ankle tied to her cuffed hands.

Suzette, much to her dismay, was then gagged with Hannah’s damp panties and socks, and she was hooded with Hannah’s thong before a cleave and the ball gag was added. She wasn’t spared the pantyhose hod, tape and vet wrap either, and they both knew that even if they screamed their lungs out, it would not been heard in the adjacent room.

»Time to get the two of you a little more acquainted!«

She grabbed Hannah’s right ankle and forced her to stretch her leg. Meanwhile, Sammy grabbed Suzette’s foot, and they arranged the two protesting and writhing girls so their legs were parallel – and their soles were grinding over the other’s pubic mound. Like that, they used up a long rope to tie their legs together, forcing them to stay in their embarrassing contact, with their heels pressing against soft flesh, and their toes brushing through pubic hair.

»Now, you can struggle all you want, and you will even learn to know each other better in the progress! Until later, girls!«

***

»Mr. Conradi was suspecting that you were trying to spy on him, Babette! Now, we will wait and see what he has in mind for traitors!«

Babette couldn’t respond other than breathing heavily through her nose and staring at Sato who was in return looking at her with considerable contempt.

From his coiled rope, he had made good use, taking all of it to retrain her. Once she had been sitting on the couch, Babette had to bend forward, and he had tied her wrists, followed by her elbows, above and below the joints. In between , her joints grinded against each other, and the tie forced Babette to pull back her shoulders and to thrust out her ample boobs, testing the buttons of her silk blouse to the limit. At least, Babette having chosen a more modest, secretary-like outfit was the reason that the sleeves offered a little protection from the ropes.

Her arms had been pulled over the backrest and tied to the framework, so Babette could not raise from the couch. Sato had then tied her ankles to the front feet of the couch, forcing her to almost do a side split and exposing her lacy silk panties under the sheer pantyhose, as her skirt was now crumpled around her hips.

Babette was also gagged firmly. Obviously, Conradi had kept the silk knickers of his wife she had been gagged with before, and now, she had to chew on them for a second time. A scarf was tied tightly between her lips, and above, Sato had sealed her lips with several strips of duct tape.

For a few minutes, he just stood there, staring at her, whilst Babette weakly squirmed in her tight bonds and mewed through her gag. Then, the door opened. She saw Sato look surprised, and then, Leonora entered. Her eyes fell on Babette, bound gagged, and with her legs spread, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

»So, she indeed is the snoop?«

Sato nodded. It wasn’t unusual that Conradi told his wife some of his business, but nevertheless, it had not been planned that she would be here now. However, he could not just send his superior’s wife out of her own cabin.

Leonora let her eyes wander over Babette, with an expression that made Sato’s look kind and warm in comparison. Then, she placed her hand on Sato’s shoulder.

»I think I can handle things until my husband returns!«

Sato hesitated, and Leonora raised an eyebrow.

»I know that Martin has some questions for her, and he will be able to ask all of them – but now, I would like to settle a few things, too! So, until my husband returns, you may retire!«

She left no doubt that this was an order, and so, Sato bowed and left. At least, he was sure that Leonora would not set Babette free.

Indeed, the blonde had for a moment hoped that Leonora would cut her loose and shoo her out of the suite, warning her to ever come back again. Then, she saw the ice in the beautiful green eyes of Conradi’s wife, and she gulped, swallowing some saliva filtered by the panties of the woman that now brushed over her thrust out boobs with her index finger.

»I told you to never set a foot in here again, didn’t I, Babette? Well, it seems that I have to rely on a saying of my late mother!«

She lowered her head and looked at Babette’s crotch, making her pull on her bonds to at least close her splayed legs a little. Leonora licked her lips and purred:

»My mother used to say: If you don’t want to listen, you’ll have to feel!«

***

Whilst leaving Babette alone with the folder had been the trap to see if she was snooping, Martin Conradi’s early meeting with Davenport was for real – though in reality, Conradi had initiated it. Now, the two men were having a light breakfast at the promenade deck, and Jeb had some time to have a look at Sato’s cabin.

»I really want to know why this sob has been in my room the day before!«

Once he had reached the door, he rummaged through his bag. Jeb had started his career as an enforcer, and he had never been subtle or diplomatic. So, he just used the small chisel to crowbar open the door and entered, a vicious looking knife in his right.

»Uuuhhmm! Mmhmmmm!«

Jeb frowned. The sound from around the corner had sounded female. Carefully, he closed the damaged door behind him and stepped forward, the knife ready to attack anyone that might be so silly to try attacking him.

During the last hour, Johanna had been exploring her bonds, more and more coming to the conclusion that Sato knew what he was doing. With her arms tied wrist to elbow, she could not work on the ropes, and all knots were well out of reach. In addition, the rope harness chaffed and rubbed over her skin – or over her panty-clad pubic mound, where it felt very irritating on the slightest moves. Johanna also could not hold her dangling left leg completely still for more than a minute – and whenever she moved it, she had to pull on her crotch rope, and the knot on her clit seemed like a finger massaging her.

Then, there was the gag. Johanna had been gagged twice in her life – once as a girl, during a cops and robbers game, and once when she and her ex had tried out some kinky stuff. He had tied a silk scarf between her lips, and Johanna could have easily spoken around or removed it.

Now, she had her own panties stuffed in her mouth, and for the first time in her life, Johanna regretted that she preferred fullback panties to thongs. The mass of cloth, though now damp and thus smaller, filled her mouth, reducing her screams to a groan. The taste was vile, no matter what Sato had said about the fragrance, and Johanna was very aware that she had been wearing them on a long hot summer’s day before.

She had always considered that cloth gags could be wriggled off, but the three scarves did a good job in preventing her from spitting out her gag. The cleave pressed the panties deeper into her throat, the second cloth added an additional layer, and the scarf tied over her mouth and nose not only forced her to concentrate on breathing, it also acted like a clamp and further secured the whole lot.

»So, I will stay bound, gagged and helpless, clad in just my underwear, until Mr. Sato decides to come back for me!«

Somehow, this didn’t just sound terrifying, not even as if she had given up. In away, Johanna was anticipating the Japanese’s comeback, and what he would do to her next.

She closed her eyes, and the rope harness felt more like a rough and tight embrace now. She writhed, and when she felt the ropes between her legs move, she continued…

The sudden sound of the door made her gasp, and she was still trying to cope with how she had been carried away when her eyes fell on the man entering now. It wasn’t Sato, but a tall, bulky man with a shorn head. She remembered him as Davenport’s bodyguard, and when she spotted the knife in his hand, she screamed through her gag and pulled on the ropes tying her to the armchair.

»So, that’s what my colleague’s doing in his free time!«

He lowered the knife, but the look in his eyes and his grin made Johanna feel even more helpless and vulnerable. Her chest heaved, and though she knew it would draw the man’s attention, Johanna couldn’t stop panting.

»He hasn’t even finished unpacking! What do you say, Blondie, shall I do him a favour?«

»Mmhrrmmmmm! Nnnggggg!«

He brought his knife close to her chest and then, he cut the shoulder straps of her bra, close to the cups. Then, he also cut the straps under her arms, and finally the one connecting the cups before he pulled on the straps, removing them. Under other circumstances, it would have looked funny as he used his fingers like pincers to pluck the cups from her breasts, exposing them.

»What a waste on a man with such small hands as Sato, eh?«, he chuckled, groping her boobs roughly. Johanna bucked and mewed, but he then pulled on the waistband of her panties and sawed through the seams on both sides. Then, two of his fingers pushed into the front panel, brushing over her pubic hair.

With the crotch rope in place, and because it seemed to further turn him on, Jeb pulled the cut garment very slowly from between her legs. He sniffed on the crotch part before he brushed over her pubic mound with the blade of his knife.

»What do you think – can I shave it off without cutting you?«

Johanna squealed as he rammed the knife into the desk’s table instead. As he bent over the girl again, the door once again burst open.

Jeb reflexively blocked Sato’s attack, and so, he could not grab his weapon. Sato would have had the element of surprise, but seeing Jeb bent over Johanna had made him attack without thinking, and now, he would have to pay for his impulsiveness. He saw that Johanna was stark naked now, and he angrily tried to land another chop.

Both men were trained fighters, with Sato being the more advanced whilst Jeb knew more about fighting dirty. Thus, both men were even, and their fight turned into a veritable duel. Both got entangled and, bumping against the cupboard and the walls, they then landed on the corridor where they continued fighting whilst more and more passengers tried to find out what was causing the commotion.

»Cool!«

A teenager who wanted to film the brawl got too close and got an elbow to his nose. Others were standing around, screaming and trying to stay away from the two combatants. Still, there was no sign who would win, though both now had bruises and were bleeding.

A more reasonable passenger called for the crew, and soon, some seamen stormed the corridor whilst a petty Officer approached from the other side. A laundry trolley stood in his way, and he wanted to manoeuvre it to the side, so his comrades could try to separate the fighters. So, he pushed it inside the next open door – and then, his jaw dropped.

In front of him sat a blonde woman, stark naked and tied to an armchair with several ropes. A cloth covered her mouth and nose, and she was staring at him with eyes like saucers. Obviously, she was also trying to scream, but the noise from the corridor drowned all sound she could make.

When the two fighting men had beaten themselves out of the cabin, Johanna had been too excited to even be afraid, and now, as she saw the man in the white uniform look at her, she felt relieved, though at the same time, she was blushing all over with embarrassment. Then, when she saw the grin on his face, her relief turned into fear.

»Sometimes, God is with the diligent!«, Andreas murmured and pulled the knife from the desk.

Meanwhile, one of the seamen had, after two of his  comrades had been accidentally hit by the two fighters, taken the water hose from the wall and stopped the brawl with a beam of cold water sending both Sato and Jeb to the ground, and disabling them enough for the six others to grab the two and forced them down the stairs, to the ship’s arrest cells.

In the commotion, nobody noticed the petty Officer pushing a laundry trolley towards the elevator. Nobody except him noticed that the canvas sack was moving slightly, and any sounds coming from inside were inaudible over the noise of the passengers discussing the fight.

»Three down, one to go!«

***

Babette had desperately pulled on her bonds when Leonora had picked a few things from her cupboard, only to the withdraw into the bathroom. She wasn’t raging, but somehow, the quiet and yet mean attitude of Conradi’s wife was even more frightening.

Th bathroom door opened, and out stepped Leonora, in an off-white silk bathrobe. In her hand, she balanced a small tray over which she had draped a towel. She placed this on the couch table and positioned herself in front of Babette.

»There was a time when Martin liked the sight of this! So, I think it fits when I use it when – spending time with what he likes now!«

She opened the belt and shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore a set of matching red silk bra and panties, both with black lace trimming, and a garter belt in the same colour, holding black Nylon stockings. Despite the outfit that would have fit in a brothel, Leonora still aired some class in the ensemble, and Babette had to admit she still was an attractive woman.

She reached under the towel and produced a pair of nail scissors – small, but for the helpless Babette, each sharp object in the hands of that woman looked devious. Leonora looked at the blonde’s heaving chest and smiled.

»If you are breathing a little harder, the buttons will pop off!«

However, she didn’t seem to want to wait for it, and she cut off the buttons, one by one, tugging the blouse from Babette’s skirt and exposing her white lace bra. The sight of the thrust out boobs, bigger than her own, seemed to raise her anger, and she pinched one of Babette’s nipples.

»Mmhhmm!«

Leonora pulled on the nipple until she only held the cloth of the bra cup between her fingers. With the scissors, she cut a hole the size of a palm, so the tip of the blonde’s breast was exposed. This was repeated to the other side, and then, Leonora held the scissors to her nipples.

»Snip! Snap!«

She frolicked at Babette’s whimper when she let the scissors snap a few times, only millimetres away from her breasts. Then, she knelt between Babette’s splayed thighs and the scissors brushed over her pubic mound.

»I guess you are shaved down there! No grass on a frequented highway, they say!«

She cut a small hole into the pantyhose and used her fingers to rip it bigger. Babette mewed when Leonora’s fingernails raked over her pubic mound, but worse was to come when she cut another hole into the front panel, also increasing it with energetic ripping. Then, she felt through the opening, ignoring Babette’s muffled protests, and she nodded, finding her suggestion confirmed.

»Soft and smooth as a newborn’s skin!«

She rose and suddenly changed the subject:

»I just had breakfast, you know! And since I am a hygienic person-«

She pulled the towel from the tray, and Babette, who would have expected other torture devices, spotted an electric toothbrush, some toothpaste and a glass filled with water. Leonora now indeed brushed her teeth, and Babette feared she would spit the water into her face, but she used the glass instead. She did so repeatedly, producing a foggy mixture of foamed toothpaste and water.

»This brand gives you a minty fresh breath, though some consider it a bit strong!«

She breathed into Babette’s face, and she indeed smelled of mint. In her hand, she still held the toothbrush and put some more toothpaste on it – and suddenly, Babette realized what she had in mind.

»Nnnggg! Mmhhmmph! Ghnnnn!«

She shook her head and writhed in her bonds as Babette pushed the toothbrush into the hole in her panties and switched it on. At first, it felt just a little irritating as she brushed over her pubic area with it. Then, the toothpaste got in touch with her soft flesh, and Babette reared up and wailed through her gag. The paste burned, and together with the humiliation of getting handled like that by Leonora, it was a terrible experience.

»If Martin will ever go down on you, he prefers it clean and smelling good! So, I am just doing your job!«

She interrupted her torture, but only to smear some toothpaste on Babette’s exposed nipples. Then, she put some more on the toothbrush and continued the brushing of the girl’s most intimate spots. With her legs spread so wide, Leonora had easy access to her labia and clit, and she made use of it, humming a melody that was drowned by Babette’s moans and whimpers.

»What do you think, Babette, should I add some Listerine?«

Pressing the oscillating toothbrush against Babette’s clit, she rose and brought her face closer to the blonde’s, so she could only see her green eyes and her shiny white teeth.

»Moan for me, like you moaned for Martin!«

She showed a sweet smile, but suddenly, it seemed to freeze, and she let out a strange croak. Then, her eyes twisted, and she collapsed on the floor.

»Mhhmmm?«

Her eyes fell on John who stood in front of her, staring down at her predicament with a mixture of horror and fascination. Then, as she moaned once again, he said:

»I will have you free in a nutshell – but I can’t cut the ropes, for I have to restrain her! She will wake up in a few minutes!«

He kissed her forehead and Babette sniffled away her tears as he loosened her right ankle. Babette sighed with relief when she could relax her strained leg. However, when he had freed her other foot, and she instinctively closed her thighs, she rear up and whimpered as this made her feel the remnants of the toothpaste burn between her legs.

John tied Leonora at wrists and ankles, putting her in a hogtie. Then, he carefully ripped the tape from Babette’s lips, loosened the scarf and helped her spitting out Leonora’s sodden panties. After a short kiss, he stuffed the garment deep into Leonora’s mouth and secured the gag with the scarf. Only then, he drew a pocketknife and freed Babette’s arms. She cuddled against him, and he kissed her, but with a look at Leonora, he grabbed the discarded bathrobe and handed it to the blonde.

»Put that on, we have to go!«

Babette staggered when she tried to stand on her wobbly legs, and there was still a painful tingle between her legs. However, when she had put on the bathrobe, hiding her torn clothes, she saw John rummage through the folder still lying on the desk, and despite she wanted to run away from that terrible place, she whispered:

»6-5-8-4-3-3!«

»Eh?«

Glad she could add something to the game and not just be the damsel to be rescued, Babette smiled:

»The combination of the safe! I peeped over Conradi’s shoulder when he opened it!«

The admiration in John’s eyes made her almost forget about her ordeal.

***