Combining Business and Pleasure 13

Hannah felt an irrational envy about Suzette, just because the musician could turn her head from Melissa’s ordeal. However, though it seemed that Suzette was trying to bury her head in the mat, Hannah knew she wasn’t able to block out what was happening, for whenever the martinets hit Melissa’s body with a smacking sound, the girl cramped, and her foot, pressed against Hannah’s pubic mound, twitched.

Hannah could have closed her eyes, but like when one saw an accident on the street, she couldn’t turn away, and though she was about to cry from pity, a small egoistic voice inside her head whispered:

»Better her than me!«

It was a mean thought, and Hannah was ashamed of herself, but at the same time, she knew that she would have done everything (well, almost everything) to avoid being treated like Melissa.

Andreas and Sammy didn’t whip her hard, and their lashes covered quite a large part of Melissa’s body. However, the spanking now lasted for what seemed an eternity, and the girl’s breasts, flanks, shoulders, upper arms and belly had reddened, as if she had sunbathed and forgotten to put on lotion. She still didn’t scream or sob, but tears were running down her cheeks, and since the last 20 or 30 slaps, each caused a faint grunt.

Below her waist, Yema also was reaching her first successes: she had brushed over the helpless girl’s pubic mound, clit and labia with the buzzing vibrator since the spanking had started, and still, Melissa was resisting. And yet, she wasn’t made of steel: her clit and labia were swollen, and over all the sweat, she could sense another fragrance. Soon, very soon, she would be able to push the vibrator forward, and there would be no more resistance.

Johanna, without her glasses, unable to turn her head and facing the other direction, couldn’t see Melissa’s ordeal, but she was suffering from an almost surreal show: on the other side of the mirror, some women were practicing Aerobic, hopping, dancing and laughing, but instead of their cheerful sounds, she heard oppressed whimpers and the smacking of leather on naked flesh. She screamed into the panties filling her mouth, though she felt self-piteous in comparison to Melissa.

In the end, it was an occasional look at his watch by Andreas that saved Melissa. Noticing it was shortly after 10pm, he lowered his Martinet.

»It’s getting late! We better get them ready for transport now!«

Sammy hit Melissa’s breasts one last time, and Yema switched off the vibrator and smiled at the panting and trembling Melissa.

»Let’s call it a draw, or maybe, you have made it to the extra time! We will spare you for last, so, we maybe have time for a change!«

She bent down to Melissa’s face, holding the vibrator under her nose.

»How do you think about the men whipping your pussy whilst I am teasing your boobs with this little toy?«

Satisfied with the fearful widening of Melissa’s eyes, she dropped the vibrator and clapped her hands. She and the men, now also exhausted, had some water whilst they watched the dancers left the adjacent room.

»Let’s start with the blonde!«

The tape pressing Johanna’s head against the backrest was cut, and Sammy loosened the ropes fixing her to the adductor press. Then, leaving her otherwise bound and gagged, they carried her outside the room. Before she followed them, Yema looked at the other three captives.

»Don’t chitchat too much, we will be back soon!«

When the door fell shut behind her, there was a silence of a few seconds. Then, Melissa’s tension broke, and she screamed and screamed into her massive gag, producing sounds of utter helplessness and frustration that sent shivers down Hannah’s and Suzette’s spines, and they were almost glad when they ceased to a heavy wheezing.

***

 If Davenport had tasered her, Babette doubted she would have felt more shattered. She was completely abashed, unable to even form a word, let alone coherent sentences. In her mind, fear, humiliation and disappointment competed in making her feel miserable.

Davenport now sat on the chair, his gun still aiming loosely at her, whilst John, not the least embarrassed by the other man seeing him naked, had withdrawn to take a shower, stating with a grin that he would need cold water. He had blinked at Babette who was lying half on her belly, half on her side, covered with sweat and not even able to gather the blanket over her body.

What was worse? That John was working for Davenport, that the American had seen her in the throes of passion, or what they would do to her now? Babette was unable to focus, and she startled when Davenport rummaged through his pocket and tossed something black onto the bed. It was a thong, looking crumpled, and the seams cut.

»I found these at Jeb’s cabin when I went there earlier! Now, put them in your mouth!«

Mechanically, Babette obeyed, barely tasting that the panties had been worn before. Davenport had meanwhile picked something from the pile of Babette’s torn garment: her white lacy panties, with the hole in the front panel, torn by Leonora.

»These too!«

The panties were more substantial then Hannah’s tiny thong, but Babette stuffed them on top whilst the American seemed to look for something. Though her mind was still working on autopilot, Babette knew what it was before it landed on the bed: her black lacy silk panties she had worn when John had first seduced her, and whom she had left behind, because they had been too moist to feel comfortable on her loins.

It took some effort to get the third pair into her mouth, and Babette retched and chortled as she pushed and prodded, and her cheeks ballooned. John came from the bathroom, wearing a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt, and Davenport grunted:

»She’s got a nice rack, but she seems a little lifeless to me!«

John chuckled and patted Davenport’s shoulder.

»Must be your intimidating presence, Boss! Before she saw you, she was quite lively!«

Babette’s cheeks went aflame, and a tear built at the corner of her eye. John bent forward and gently kissed her puffed out cheek.

»I don’t blame you for being out of breath, Babsi!«

From his cupboard, he grabbed a silk tie and climbed on the bed. He placed the strip of cloth between her lips and methodically pushed the panty wad deeper and tightened the cleave repeatedly before knotting it off at her nape.

»You know it was me, don’t you? I mean, the first attack on you, when I left you on Conradi’s bed. Unfortunately, the safe was closed, and the folder you had with you didn’t contain anything that looked interesting!«

Babette whimpered faintly when he sat her up and tied her wrists with a second tie, palm to palm, whilst Davenport stared at her exposed, sweat-glistering breasts.

»And so, I had to intensify my flirting with you, Babsi! But I want to be fair, I really enjoyed the time spent with you! Combining Business and Pleasure, so to say! And to respect your dignity, I won’t make you admit that you also enjoyed it! Four times, altogether!«

Davenport raised an eyebrow, and Babette would have cringed with embarrassment, but John had taken another tie and forced her elbows together, so she had to thrust her breasts against the American instead. Though he wasn’t too brutal, he made her joints meet, and he also tied a third tie around her upper arms, further immobilizing her arms and adding strain to her shoulders.

»Each Christmas, and on each Birthday, Mr. Davenport gives me a silk tie – and now, I finally have use for them!«

»Luckily, I didn’t give you bow ties instead!«, Davenport chuckled, and John produced a large roll of sticky black tape. He wound it tightly around her arms, starting at the middle of her upper arms, and all down to the tips of her fingers. Then, he did a second layer, as tight as the first, back from her fingers to her upper arms. The sheath was so tight Babette couldn’t even wriggle her fingers and hardly bend her elbows.

Finally regaining some strength, Babette shifted on the bed, and Davenport looked down on the naked girl.

»She seems a little upset! Maybe, we should tell her that we have not the intention to kill her! After all, she was very helpful to us!«

John nodded and kissed Babette’s cheek.

»She found out about Conradi’s tax frauds! And now, we know too, and thanks to Babsi, we also have evidence! Seems that now, Conradi will have to sell to your conditions, Boss!«

Babette mewed, and he once again kissed her.

»Don’t blame yourself, Babsi! You aren’t dumb – just a little naïve!«

»Mhhrrmm!«

She tried to slam her forehead against his nose, but John withdrew with a laugh, and, surprisingly fast for a fat man his age, Davenport grabbed her ankles.

»We better finish restraining her before we play ›villains reveal evil masterplan to damsel‹!«

Obviously, John was in Davenport’s services for some time, for he produced some more coloured ties from his drawer and placed them on the bed. Davenport held her feet in a vice grip, allowing John to tie her ankles. Having done so, he ostentatiously slapped his forehead.

»How thoughtless of me! That’s something they never show in the movies!«

He grabbed Babette’s upper arm, and once she stood on wobbly legs, Davenport took her other side. Like that, she had to hop to the bathroom where John quite unceremoniously made her sit on the toilet seat.

»It’s enough that I leave you with bad memories – we shouldn’t add a bladder infection to that!«

Two pairs of eyes gazed at Babette, and they waited until the girl finally peed, blushing like a beetroot in the progress. On the way back to the bed, she almost collapsed, but the men assisted her in reaching her destination safely.

With three more ties, John tied her legs above and below the knees and at the midst of her thighs before adding a double layer of tape over each of these bonds. As a final touch, he tied her big toes together with a shoelace.

»Co you think her gag is good enough?«, Davenport asked. »I remember she’s quite a screamer when she gets excited!«

»Better safe than sorry!«

He carefully checked the tightness of Babette’s cleave gag, keeping the wad of three panties in her mouth. Taking her shredded pantyhose, he pressed the crotch part onto her lips and slung the legs twice around her head before tying them off above her open mouth, adding further pressure on the gag packing. Babette retched, and she now not only had to endure the taste of her (and Hannah’s) body, but also her scent, as the pantyhose almost touched her nostrils.

»A hand please, Boss!«

John positioned himself behind her and placed his hands under her chin, forcing Babette to bite down hard on her gag. Davenport took the tape and wound it over her mouth and around her head, pulling each round tight. When they let her go, Babette realized she could not lower her jaw anymore. Without warning, Davenport pinched her nipple.

»Hhrrrmmmmm!«

The men nodded, obviously satisfied with the faint sound, and Babette was amazed how little noise she could produce now. As a finish, John tied the scarf she had been blindfolded with during their act over her mouth and nose.

»The ship will dock in two hours! And the more of a head start we have, the better! How about-«

John whispered something into Davenport’s ear, and the man grinned.

»She won’t like it!«

John looked down on the helpless exposed girl, and his smile showed some slight sadness, as if he was really regretting what he had to do next.

»Sorry, Babsi, but it will help you to get over me! Otherwise, you might think I am a rogue with a golden heart who can be redeemed!«

From his cupboard, he took a rope, some four yards in length. He doubled it and then tied several knots into it, leaving two dangling ends on one end, and a noose on the other. Babette’s eyes widened when he pulled the noose over her head. John freed her entangled tresses from the rope and checked that the noose wouldn’t tighten when he pulled on the other end.

»As said, none of us wants to kill you!«

»And since there is at least some honour among gangsters, I won’t fuck my best employee’s girl either!«, Davenport added. Either because he was really impressed, or to further humiliate Babette, he shook his head.

»Four times in less than a day! I am feeling old!«

John grinned and positioned the rope, so it dangled between Babette’s breasts. Then, with some effort because of her tightly tied legs, he tried to thread the ends between her legs. Babette tried to wriggle and mewed faintly, but Davenport again grabbed her feet, and so, John could work the rope between her legs and reach for it as it protruded at her backside.

»Mmhhrrmmmmm!«

Babette groaned as the rope was pulled tight and the knots now pressed against her soft flesh and pubic mound. It was, however, just the beginning.

The rope ends were now brought under her bound and wrapped arms and threaded through the noose. John then pulled again, and the inconvenient pressure at her most intimate spots turned into a line of fire. Babette wailed into her massive gag, and Davenport needed all his strength to keep her feet in his grip.

Merciless, John pulled and adjusted, forcing Babette to arch her back into a hideous bow, and getting the knotty rope between the girl’s labia. Then, he turned her onto her belly, and Davenport bent her legs and brought her feet higher and higher, until her heels were at the height of her elbows, before John tied off the rope ends to her ankles. Babette whimpered and weakly shook her head, trying to cope with the pain and strain.

She heard the sound of tearing duct tape, and the end was placed over her gagged mouth. Her head was forced backwards, and John wound the tape around her insteps and back over her mouth, doing several rounds to immobilize her head and to add even more pressure to her gag. With the remnants of the roll, he even cinched the loop.

Almost gentle, he turned her onto her side, and Babette helplessly watched the men pack together the folder and her laptop. John then bent over her, kissing her forehead.

»Thanks for both your help and for the joy, Babsi! The room service will find you tomorrow morning!«

Davenport mockingly bowed, and a few seconds later, the two men left the cabin.

***

Martin Conradi was born and raised in Hamburg, and thus, he wasn’t the most emotional man under the sun. So, him getting drunk was a quiet affair, with him sitting in the most remote corner of the bar, occasionally ordering the next drink. He had told the waiter to throw him out if he started to annoy the other guests, but there were only two more, and up to now, he hadn’t even raised his voice.

Where was Leonora? And why hadn’t she even told him it was over? Sure, getting bound and gagged during an assault was something to ger her out of her mind, but the Leonora he knew would not act that clueless, at least not over such a long time.

He thought of Karim, his oily friendliness, and he balled his fist as he emptied his glass and asked for a new one.

»Or, even better, leave the bottle here!«

The waiter, who had already gotten a generous tip from Conradi and who knew a passenger from the first class if he saw one, brought the desired, together with some crackers and a glass of water. Conradi took a sip.

This Karim had obviously not just given Leonora an ordinary massage. After all, Leonora had made him pay 20.000 to this guy. Conradi scoffed.

»20.000, whilst I am sure he would have banged her for free!«

Suddenly, another thought came up in his mind: what if the money hadn’t been for sexual services, but for something else Leonora needed help with? What if she was planning her withdrawal from their marriage in a way she would get more than she would get by a regular divorce?

»This bastard must know something!«

Conradi came to his feet, staggered, but managed not to slip. Then, he took a last sip directly from the bottle and left the bar.

***

Leonora wasn’t sure whether she was trembling with fear or embarrassment. Never had she thought that her own body would betray her that way.

At first, she had protested through her vile tasting gag and squirmed in her bonds when Karim had kneaded her breasts; then, she had tried to endure it, not to give him the pleasure of seeing her suffer. However, after some time, a well known tingle had strayed through her boobs, and her nipples had hardened. In the end, she had closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as he had continued massaging them, adjusting to her breath.

He had then changed his position and now sat opposite to her, massaging her feet whilst looking at her nude front, noticing every sweat drop on her skin, every heaving of her breasts, every sign of growing arousal between her legs.

»After all what I have done, and after all I am planning to do, you still like to feel my hands on your body, Leonora!«

She whimpered, and Karim pulled her chair closer, so the seat touched that of his. He placed his hands on her thighs, above her knees, and slowly wandered downwards, kneading her flesh. Leonora let out a fluttering breath and Karim went further, until his hands were at the top of her thighs, his thumbs flanking her labia whilst his index and middle fingers raked through her pubic hair, brushing over her pubic mound and getting close to her clit, but not touching it.

»Uuuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

Leonora writhed and thrust out her pelvis, trying to feel his fingers where she wanted them the most. Karim chuckled.

»You really want it, hm?«

She nodded, and Karim brushed over her clit, soft as a breeze, and withdrawing as she tried to shuffle closer to feel him more.

»Do you admit that under your posh and ladylike attitude, you are nothing but a horny slut?«

»Uuuhhmm! Uuuhmmm!«

Leonora nodded emphatically, now mad with desire. She no longer wanted to feel him, she needed it. Karim massaged her clit for a few seconds before he withdrew again.

»Even though I have to kill you if your husband refuses to pay before we reach Tenerife?«

Leonora whimpered, but then, she nodded again.

***

In the room next to the fitness studio, Johanna was freed from her restraints, but left gagged. The exhausted woman more hung from Sammy’s arms than she was standing, and she sighed with relief when the crotch rope came off.

Sammy dumped her onto the toilet and watched her from the door.

»Don’t touch your gag – and you should better take the opportunity, for the next stop will be some time tomorrow!«

Johanna panted, and though the pantyhose hood and the scarf tied over her nose and mouth hid it, she was blushing all over. A splashing sound finally told Sammy that Johanna had chosen relief over dignity, and once she was finished, he pulled her back into the room that was filled with all kinds of boards.

She had to lie down on her back, and Sammy and Andreas grabbed her arms whilst Yema reached for her right ankle and tied a thin rope around it. Using the end as a leash, she then grabbed the blonde’s other ankle and made her raise her legs and fold them into a triangle, so her soles were pressed together. Johanna groaned, for now, nothing between her legs was left to imagination.

Yema wrapped the rope several times around her insteps before securing the end to the other ankle. With a thin cord, she then tied her toes together, nit only the big toes, but all of them, causing Johanna to twitch from the tickling.

»We will work up your body, Blondie! Now, keep your legs up!«

Whilst the men still held her arms, Yema fetched a heavy wooden grid. It was a Euro pallet, 1,20 metres long and 80 centimetres wide. This, Yema turned onto one of the long edges and pushed it against Johanna, until the planks touched her buttocks and legs.

Using several lengths of cord, and threading the ropes around the planks and Johanna’s limbs, she now fixed her legs to the pallet, so they were completely immobile, as each leg was secured at three different spots above and below her knees.

The men pulled on her arms to raise her, and when the board toppled over, Johanna was sitting on the centre in a Lotus position that already felt inconvenient. Yema admired her ropework and cupped Johanna’s chin, forcing her to look at her.

»Reyarp!«

»Mhhmm?«

Yema giggled.

»A little more admiration, please! It’s very hard for a Chinese to pronounce a word with two ›R‹ correctly! Anyway, the answer to the riddle is spelling the word backwards.

With her mouth stuffed, Johanna couldn’t have spelled anything, even if she had wanted to, but she could turn the word in her mind.

»Prayer!«

As if she had read her thoughts, Yema reached for the coiled rope and cut a length.

»So, you are now experiencing a reverse prayer!«

Johanna got the pun when the men now twisted her arms and forced her hands between her shoulder blades. It hurt her shoulders, and she ached, but Yema placed her hands palm to palm: now, they were pointing upwards, like a parody of a praying child.

Her wrists were tied together firmly. Then, a rope was threaded through her bent elbows, and when they were pulled together, the pain turned from bad to unbearable. Johanna wailed and whimpered, and she desperately tried to break free, but with the help of Sammy, Yema tied her elbows who were only prevented from the cinch that the joints actually met. The dangling ends were pulled downwards and tied off to the board, so Johanna could no longer bend forward without risking to dislodge her shoulders.

»So helpless – and I love the side effect!«

The tie forced Johanna to thrust out her ample breasts, still adorned with the clothespins on her nipples. The men once again kneaded her boobs for some time, before Yema clapped her hands.

»We have to see for her gag!«

The pantyhose was pulled from her head, and Yema then undid the three scarves one by one. Johanna was too exhausted, and the dense packing was too big, so, the Chinese had to help her getting the sodden panties from her mouth. The blonde panted, unable to mind she was drooling over her breasts, let alone to think of screaming.

»Since we won’t see again, we want you to have a souvenir from each of us!«

A pair of plain white cotton panties was shoved into her mouth. They were smaller than Johanna’s, but they tasted even worse.

»That’s from me with love! Sorry for the taste, but I wore them when Karim massaged me and what can I say – he has got magical hands!«

She chuckled and held her hand clamped over Johanna’s mouth until Andreas had taken off one of his socks. This went in, too, and Johanna groaned when she saw that Sammy held another sock – a big woollen one that looked very filthy.

»Gghhmmmm!«

»I guess it’s tolerable unless you gulp!«, Sammy joked, and they all laughed whilst Yema tied the knotted cleave between her lips again, tightening it a few times before finally knotting it off. On top, she wound some thin electrical tape between her lips.

»Can’t have you wriggling your gag off, can we?«

The next layer was an entire medical bandage, followed by ten rounds of duct tape and a vet wrap bandage. Except for a few throaty chortles, Johanna now was muted.

For no other reason than to make her suffer even more, Yema now pulled the panties that had gagged her previously over her head. Then, she rummaged through her pocket.

»I also found these when cleaning up!«

It was her glasses and, pushing the holms through the leg openings of the panties, she placed them on Johanna’s nose. The helpless girl made a faint sound and wriggled her fingers. Yema spotted it, and she whispered something into the men’s ears.

The ropes tying her elbows to the pallet were loosened, and she was forced to bend forward. Yema grabbed the thin cord and started to tie her fingers together, beginning by her thumbs, and Johanna then felt a hand on her exposed butt.

»Hold still!«, Yema hissed, trapping her head between her thighs so she could finish immobilizing her fingers. Trembling and moaning, Johanna felt how some oil was rubbed between her buttocks. Then, she groaned and winced as something was shoved into her rear.

»Just a butt plug, so you don’t mess!«

The object was small enough to not hurt, but big enough to irritate, and it had the shape of a pear, so she couldn’t just get it out without the help of her hands. Whilst she was still trying to cope with having the plug inside her, she felt how a rope was pulled around her waist and tightened to the extreme.

The rope ends were led between her legs, and either Sammy or Andreas splayed her labia to get it in between. Johanna wailed and twitched as it was pulled tight, nested in her cleft and threaded through her waist rope. Again, the man pulled, then, the ropes went the way back before being tied off to her waist rope. Johanna panted and mewed faintly: the crotch rope Sato had applied had been irritating and dissuasive; this one was sheer horror!

Ignoring her suffering, Yema finished tying her fingers before encasing them in tape. Johanna then was made to sit up, and her elbows were fixed to the board again.

»You sure will learn to hate bumpy roads during your trip!«

Six hands and eyes then checked the tightness of Johanna’s bonds, and Yema found a possibility to improve on it. She cut a piece of cord and threaded it through the small eyelet on the outer end of the butt plug. The ends, she pushed under the outer two of the four ropes bisecting Johanna’s crotch; then, she pulled until they formed a rhombus on her pubic mound, tightening the whole lot a bit. In addition, it added pressure and security to the plug.

»All right, finish her off, I am seeing how the other girls are doing!«

Johanna, reduced to an immobilized bundle, unable to scream or struggle, couldn’t think of any more cruelties. Her eyes widened, and she moaned when Sammy showed her an electric screwdriver and let it run a few times, showing a mean grin.

Andreas had meanwhile fetched another board, made of plywood and with a thick foam mat glued to one side. It fit exactly to the long side of the pallet, and Sammy screwed it in place. Johanna now had an upholstered backrest, and when the men added three more of these boards, she was now confined to a small padded crate.

»Mind your head, Blondie!«

The lid was put on top, and Johanna now sat in almost complete darkness, the only source of light being the gaps between the planks of the palette. She could feel that the inside of the lid was heavily padded, too, and when it was screwed in place, she knew that she was trapped.

»All right, let’s get her stowed!«

A pallet truck was pushed under the box and lifted. Then, They slowly maneuvered their load through the corridors of the ship. Even the sound of the small rubber wheels on the floor was enough to drown all noise Johanna could produce.

***

Captain Schmidt stood in the open door of the bridge, looking at the illuminated silhouette of Porto he would see for the last time being a Captain. The »Mauretania II« was towed to two harbour boats who were pulling her to her pier, and his Officer of the watch was doing the little manoeuvring acquired on the last mile.

»Captain Schmidt?«

It took him a few moments to recognize Martin Conradi, his shirt slightly crumpled, and panting heavily. He could see and smell that the man was drunk. However, he was also the co-owner of his ship, and so, Captain Schmidt forced himself to be polite.

»Captain Schmidt, you have to release Sato immediately! I need his service!«

His voice sounded sharp and louder than usual, but he didn’t babble, and his eyes were slightly reddened, but clear. The Captain hesitated. This man’s butler, or henchman or whatsoever, had participated in a serious brawl where people had gotten injured. However, Davenport, whose gorilla had also been involved, had already generously paid for the damage, and just an hour ago, he had asked for his man to be released – a request he had given in to, since Davenport would leave the ship anyway.

»Can you guarantee that he won’t cause any more harm, Mr. Conradi?«

»Well, of course! As you may have noticed, I had one too much, and some things, a man better can discuss with another man than with his wife!«

Schmidt could understand that, and so, he quickly wrote an order for the man at the arrest cell that Mr. Sato was to be released.

Conradi sucked in some fresh air once he held the note in his hand. He was indeed drunk, but at least, he hadn’t lost his ability to lie convincingly.

»If necessary, Sato will do a lot of harm!«, he thought as he slowly walked down the stairs.

***