Penitence 6

The bedroom was only six yards away, but getting there meant hopping on one leg, quite a challenge to keeping balance. Melissa did a first hop, to see how she could balance it out. Since she was an athletic woman, it went well, though she only got some four inches closer to the goal. So, it was another 50 to 60 hops to do.

Close behind her, a grunt told her that Gabriela had started the embarrassing trip, too. With her mouth stuffed, she got out of breath easier, but Melissa now faced another problem: since her breasts were larger than Gabriela’s, they bounced more, and the towel was only tugged. On each hop, she felt it come a little looser, and she knew that she would be topless before she had reached the doorstep.

In fact, the towel fell immediately after she had passed the door. Melissa quickly did the last three hops and let herself fall onto the bed, on her belly, to cover her bareness. Little later, an equally towel-less Gabriela landed beside her on the mattress, blushing when she looked at her, and panting heavily.

Their ordeal wasn’t over, as Sato forced them to lie on their backs, side by side, so their bent knees pointed to the sides of the bed, and Melissa’s right foot touched Gabriela’s left.

Sato took his bag, placing more zip ties and a roll of tape on the bed. He made both girls stretch their free legs and tied them together at the ankles and above and below the knees, using three long cable binders. With a smaller one, he tied their big toes together, too. The girls’ legs now formed an arrow, pointing at their crotches.

He had another zip tie, and he now felt under their legs, for their other feet that touched at the soles. Here, he also fixed their big toes together, and Melissa felt Gabriela twitch as he did so, accompanied by a chortle.

»Don’t tell me you are ticklish!«

With a sad expression, Gabriela nodded. Sato seemed to have overheard that, for he took the tape and turned to their hands, encasing their fingers. Melissa fumed when she felt his finger test the plastic tie around her neck.

»I just wanted to see if it is not too tight! I know that you will struggle to get free once I am gone, and I don’t want to add murder to my list of evil deeds!«

»The list is so long that 20 years more won’t matter!«

Sato sighed.

»Now, I have a tight schedule, so, can we for the moment assume that I know I am a bastard and a son of a bitch who deserves to die a slow and painful death and skip that part?«

He plucked the dishcloth from Gabriela’s mouth, and for a few moments, the two stared daggers at him, panting from helpless anger. Then, Gabriela asked:

»What do you want? You said you wanted to talk, and so far, all you did was humiliating us!«

»I give you that«, Sato admitted, »So, let me start with a question: is it true that you caught the abductors of Johanna Müller, but found no sign of her?«

Both girls remained silent. Being embarrassed by having to lie nearly naked under his gaze was bad, but this was just humiliating; giving the man details about their investigation would be unprofessional. Sato smiled.

»I consider your silence a ›Yes‹! However, I have also been at the old prison. Unfortunately, I have also been too late to save her! If you don’t believe me, wait for the forensics: they will confirm that the bullets in the criminal’s car tires match those from your gun!«

He patted the weapon in his belt.

»When I arrived, Johanna was transported away – in a helicopter! This helicopter, to be exactly!«

He showed them the photo on his phone, and Melissa couldn’t hold back any longer.

»Did you get its number? If so, we can-«

Sato shook his head, looking honestly sad.

»I am afraid it had no number. But I did some research with what I had! The model is a Bo 105, quite a common type of chopper! With an extra tank and with not much excess package, it has got a range of up to 400 miles. So, given the fact it flew to the old prison and back, Johanna must be within a radius of 200 miles!«

»That would exclude Morocco«, Gabriela concluded, and Sato skipped to a second photo. It showed a coat of arms, similar to that on the helicopter. It showed a tower or castle, two cannons, encircled by a laurel wreath, and on top, Melissa could read »Ferrol«.

»That’s in Spain!«, Gabriela blurted, and Sato nodded.

»In Spain, and within the radius! I have never been there, but I guess those who own coloured helicopters won’t number by the hundreds! So, I hope that I will find her there! If not, you will get into the game!«

They frowned at him, and Sato explained:

»I need a head start, that’s why I had to restrain you! However, two escape artist like you sure will get free sooner or later, and then, you will be my backup, whether you like it or not! Either to free Johanna, or to arrest me, you will follow me and finish my work if I failed!«

Melissa forced herself to ask calmly:

»What’s your plan? Face an unknown enemy who, given the fact he has got a helicopter, will also have some henchmen? You are not Chuck Norris!«

»Never heard of her«, Sato joked. Then, his expression became grim, and he added:

»My plan is a little more elaborate than that! Let’s say, I will try to negotiate!«

He left the room, only to return a minute later. From his left hand dangled a black and a white piece of garment. Gabriela fumed:

»These are my panties, you pervert! What have you got in mind with those?«

Melissa, who had already endured such a situation, answered her question:

»He will now gag us! And since he’s a creepy bastard, he will use those!«

Gabriela’s jaw dropped.

»M-my panties? Bu-but I – I have worn those!«

Melissa sighed.

»That’s why he has chosen them! I hope you change them regularly!«

Melissa wasn’t half as cool as she pretended with getting Gabriela’s underwear stuffed into her mouth, but some gallows’ humour was all she had left. Sato placed two rolls of vet wrap on the bed; then, he went for Gabriela’s drawer and took two scarves, tying a knot in the centre of both. He picked the panties and sniffed on both before choosing the black pair for Gabriela, and Melissa had to oppress the urge to ask him if these were the fresher or the smellier ones.

»Kuso jaro!«

»Eh?«, Gabriela asked, staring at her balled up underwear in the Japanese’s hand as if it was a venomous snake. Sato smiled.

»Yesterday, you asked me what ›son of a bitch‹ means in Japanese! It’s ›kuso jaro‹! I thought you might feel a little better if you can call me that before I gag you!«

Gabriela stared at him, uttering a mixture between a cough and a hysteric giggle.

»You are mad!«, she breathed, shaking her head.

»That would be ›baka‹!«

»Kuso jaro!«, Gabriela replied, and Melissa admired the girl for how steady her voice sounded. Sato worked the panties into her mouth, causing some retching sounds, and placed the knot of one of the scarves between her lips before tying the ends off at her nape. He tore five strips of tape and plastered them over her mouth before he used one of the vet wrap rolls to wind it around the lower half of her face until the roll was finished. Melissa looked at him when he reached for the white panties.

»What’s Japanese for ›let us go and hand yourself to the Police, you are only making things worse for you, and for Johanna‹?«

With a chuckle, Sato said something in Japanese of which she only understood »keisatsu« (Police) and »Johanna«. Melissa sighed.

»Kuso jaro!«

He gagged her with the panties, and whilst he tied the scarf at the back of her head, she looked at Gabriela, trying to signal to her that they would get through this. She could not say whether Gabriela could read her eyes, but at least, she didn’t panic.

»Now, for one, maybe two last things!«, Sato announced when he had finished Melissa’s gag with tape and the second vet wrap roll.

»The first thing is mandatory! Now«, he checked his watch, »it is close to 9am! At 12, I will call your colleagues, telling them to get here and set you free! Just to give you some further motivation to escape earlier!«

He looked at the two pair of naked breasts, reminding the two helpless girls of what exactly their colleagues would see if they failed to free themselves.

»Now, for number two! It depends on one thing-«

He went for the nightstand, and Gabriela mewed as he rummaged through the drawer.

»Ah, just what I hoped to find! The friend of any single girl!«

Gabriela blushed all over when he presented a vibrator, and Melissa started to hyperventilate, as she got a flashback of what the Chinese woman had done to her on the ship.

To their surprise, Sato didn’t even come close to their panty-clad crotches. Instead, he pushed them between their thighs, above the cable binder tying their knees, so its tip was between the feet of their bent legs, touching their soles.

»We don’t want to make things too easy either!«

He switched the toy on, and Melissa felt the vibration at her sole. Gabriela started to pant and tremble, and moments later, she squirmed and twitched, sending high-pitched mews through her gag. Sato bowed and left the girls alone. Before he left the apartment, he turned on the TV and went to the bathroom for one last time, picking the last pair of panties from Gabriela’s dirty laundry. He put it into his jacket, beside the set of picklocks Broken Nose had sold him. Maybe, they were not worth ten Grand, but so far, they had helped him in working on his rather ill-developed plan.

***

Joanna passed a vast living room that showed its owner had money combined with style. However, she was pushed forward, towards a staircase, and the sack truck bumped down the steps. Then, after a corridor, Miranda opened an iron door and when she switched on the light, Johanna moaned with fear: the room was a mixture of a medieval torture chamber and the wet dream of a BDSM freak.

»Welcome to your new home!«, Miranda mocked. She spoke English with a strong accent, and Johanna guessed she was a Spaniard. Her shoulder-length black hair was sleek, and her skin of which her light blue bikini hid little was tan. She did a slow 360 degree turn with the sack truck, so Johanna could get a glimpse of all the interior, but then, she seemed to wait for the appearance of Carmen.

She appeared in the company of two more bikini-clad women. One was a blonde like herself, quite tall and looking as if she worked out regularly. The last one was a petite Asian with high cheekbones whose braided hair reached to her waist. Carmen waited until all had positioned themselves in front of Johanna.

»Let me introduce to you my temporary household – apart from Miranda, we have Inga«, she pointed at the blonde who nodded shortly, »and Kim.«

The Asian bowed slightly, and Carmen continued:

»You could know Inga and Kim from your flight, but I doubt you did much of a chatting! Not with you chewing on a pair of panties, whilst you not even have the decency of wearing some!«

She spoke German, and Johanna could see a slight frown on her henchwomen’s foreheads. As if she could read her thoughts, Carmen explained, changing into English:

»None of them speaks German, but I doubt that you will be very talkative during your stay here! In fact, I intend keeping you gagged until I am ready with you!«

»Uuhhmmph!«

»Don’t worry, it won’t be too long! On the one hand, I am waiting for this for 20 years, and you also have to pay for what Katharina and Emilia did!«

Johanna let out a fluttering breath.

»I was a child, please, forgive me!«, she wanted to plead, but her gag prevented her from doing so. Carmen showed a smile that would have been friendly if it had reached her eyes.

»On the other hand, I can hardly blame you for everything that happened after I left the school, and in addition, Enrico taught me to believe in a qualitative sense of time! So, you will be here for just 21 days – one day for each year, how does that sound? And before you think I am a monster – you will not be killed after these three weeks! That, I promise!«

She had continued to speak English, as if she was addressing her henchwomen rather than Johanna. After that, she gave some orders in Spanish, and Inga went for a cupboard, fetching a knife. Johanna mewed with alarm, but the tallish blonde just cut the tape from her legs. Miranda held a bull whip and let it swish through the air, hitting the floor with a crack.

»Just in case you might think of escaping once your arms are free!«

When Inga had cut her loose, Johanna collapsed on the floor, rolling into a foetal position. Inga and Kim grabbed her arms and forced her back to her feet, leading her over to a narrow bench with a high, upright backrest. Johanna mewed when she saw the seat was covered with what looked like spikes, but when she was forced to sit down, she felt it were just knobs – a bit inconvenient, but not painful.

Hemp rope was used to tie her wrists and elbows behind the backrest, and they made her elbow joints get as close as they could manage. Then, Inga took a long rope whilst Kim grabbed several shorter lengths. Johanna had to place her legs on the bench, and whilst Kim began tying her ankles, Inga sat astride on her lap, so her bikini-clad breasts touched Johanna’s nude ones. She slung the rope around the backrest, put the ends over Johanna’s shoulders and tied a double knot she placed between Johanna’s breasts. Bending forward, so her boobs squeezed Johanna’s, she then crossed the ends behind the backrest and pulled, so Johanna’s upper body was forced against the wooden board, and her upper arms were even more immobilized.

The rope was pulled forward, and a second knot was tied above her belly button before the ends were tied off behind the backrest again. Johanna’s upper body was now welded to the board, and Kim had meanwhile tied her legs not only at her ankles, but also below and above her knees. Each tie was cinched, and she added a fourth around Johanna’s thighs. Carmen held a shoelace and used it to tie Johanna’s big toes, smiling sardonically when her victim couldn’t oppress her tickling reflex.

»I don’t know whether you are familiar with the concept of a Tiger bench, Johanna!«, Carmen announced, and as on keyword, a belt was slung around both her thighs and the bench, fixing her upper legs to it. Kim withdrew and brought a tray on which a cloth covered something.

»Tada!«

Carmen took away the cloth, presenting three ice blocks the size of bricks. She took one, and using the shoelace tied around Johanna’s toes, she pulled up her feet.

»Uuuhmmmmmm! Nnnngggggg!«

With her thighs fixed to the bench, even the few inches hurt. Carmen placed the ice block under Johanna’s feet, so she could not lower her legs anymore. She whimpered, and her chest heaved as the four merciless women looked down on her.

»You are lucky that we only spent two years on the same school!«

Johanna screamed through her gag and shook her head vigorously as a second block was added. Carmen put the cloth over it, to avoid Johanna would get ice burn on her heels.

»As said, I am no monster, I just want to have your penitence! So, since this is our first day together, we should break the ice – or rather melt it!«

Miranda and Inga placed themselves on Johanna’s sides whilst Kim went to her feet. Carmen sat astride her thighs, like Inga had done before, and cupped her captive’s heaving breasts.

»The rules of the game are easy! We play until the ice has melted, and as long as you are nice and quiet, I will be gentle to you!«

She began to knead Johanna’s breasts, and she mewed with protest. Carmen shook her head.

»That wasn’t quiet!«

Without warning, she pinched Johanna’s nipples, causing her to rear up and scream through the panties stuffing her mouth. Then, she continued her humiliating, but at least tender massage.

»You see, as long as you don’t make a sound, everything will be fine! Vamos, chicas!«

The last order was meant for Miranda and Inga who started to brush over Johanna’s sides and armpits, and for Kim whose fingernails now raked over her soles and explored the spaces between her toes. Johanna bucked and squealed, and carmen shook her head again.

»You really don’t know what nice and quiet means, Johanna!«, she scolded, once again pinching her victim’s nipples.

***

Melissa was two inches taller than Gabriela, and also a bit stronger. Thus, she was able to hold against her companion’s squirming and spasming that would otherwise have forced her to participate in her helpless writhing. Nevertheless, Melissa was also covered with sweat and panting, just from trying to not fall off the bed.

It was a vicious circle that came in waves: the vibrator, shoved between their soles, teased Gabriela who tried to remain calm until her accelerating breath and her trembling indicated that her self-control was about to break. Then, with a wheezing explosion of muffled laughter, she started to twitch and squirm, making things worse by her desperate attempts to shake off the vibrator. The mattress moved and swayed like a raft, and Melissa had to thank Sato he had left the ties around their necks deliberately loose, for otherwise, they would have involuntarily choked themselves.

Thoroughly gagged as they both were, Gabriela soon got out of breath, and she lay there, trembling and hyperventilating, waiting for when the tickling would again become stronger than her defence mechanisms. In these phases, she even managed to look at Melissa, her eyes begging for an excuse for her body’s weakness.

Ironically, it was during one of the peaks of attack that the girls were finally relieved: both were so sweaty that their bodies had become slippery, and when Gabriela, who had fought to lie still for some seconds, reared up with a squeal, the vibrator slipped from between their feet. It took Gabriela a few seconds to realise, but then, she stopped squirming, and they lay side by side, panting like they had ran a marathon uphill with their mouths stuffed. Finally, Melissa, who was by far less exhausted, managed to sit up. Her eyes fell on the clock on the nightstand that had fallen off during their struggles. It was close to 10, meaning they only had two hours to get loose.

***

On his way to the hotel, Sato checked his phone for the local news, and though he couldn’t understand them, he could recognize the phantom image of him. The translation program told him that there was no specific accusation, but people were warned of him being armed and dangerous.

»Well, let’s hope that to the Portuguese, all Asians look the same, too!«

He took off the coloured shirt and put on a light jacket, replaced the cloth hat with a baseball cap. Sunglasses and a COVID mask completed the superficial disguise that would not fool a Police control, but hopefully the hotel clerk.

The hotel had an underground car park he could access via his key card, though he would have had to pay 20 Euro per day for a parking lot. He just hoped that he would find a free spot, and that nobody would blame him for staying there just some 30 minutes.

He went to his room unseen and packed his few belongings in a bag, not even forgetting to leave a few Euro for the chamber maids. Then, he forced himself not to run as he walked the corridors towards Babette’s room. For a moment, he feared the worst as he saw an open door and heard the chamber maids chat; then, he saw it was the adjacent room, and the »Please do not disturb«-sign still dangled from the doorknob.

He impatiently waited for the two women to enter the next room before he went to the door and slipped inside. In the TV, there was a silent scene, allowing him to hear some muffled sounds from the cupboard.

He opened the door and heaved the girl out of it, freeing her from the blanket and unwrapping the tape from her pantyhose hood so he could pull it off. Babette stared at him, sweaty and exhausted, and he gently, but firmly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

»Babette-San! Do you believe me that I do not want to kill you – but that I will if you force me to do so?«

He tried to look just sincere, not threatening. With a chortle, the girl nodded, and Sato focussed her.

»So, please, act correspondingly!«

He showed her the gun before placing it on the desk. Then, he freed her from the ropes tying her into a ball and helped her to sit on the bed. Rummaging through her cupboard, he found a light jacket that looked as if it was long enough to reach to the midst of Babette’s thighs. He placed it on the bed, and the girl looked questioningly.

»We are going on a little journey!«

He freed her arms, but left her legs tied and stopped her from touching her gag. Instead, he ordered her to take off her T-Shirt.

»Mhhm? Uuhmmph!«

»My car has no air-condition, I don’t want you to get a heat-stroke!«

Reluctantly, Babette pulled the sweaty T-Shirt over her head, pressing the garment against her bare breasts. Sato rushed to her bathroom, and when he returned, he held out his right. With a sigh, she handed him the T-Shirt, blushing slightly as she saw him look at her breasts.

»Raise your arms!«

With a puzzled expression, Babette obeyed, and Sato sprayed some deodorant at her armpits.

»No offence, but I think it’s better this way!«

To her surprise, and though it was the least of her problems, Babette felt a little embarrassed by him implying that she smelled of sweat. Sato took a hemp rope, doubled it and wrapped it around her torso and shoulders, above her breasts. Forming a noose, he tightened the loop, then, he cinched the bond. Babette gasped when he touched the sides of her breasts in the progress, but again, Sato did not touch her more than necessary.

A second loop went around her upper arms below her breasts and also got cinched. Sato tied a double knot at the small of her back, then brought the dangling ends forward, threading them through the upper loop and pulling downwards before pushing them through the lower horizontal ropes. He pulled until the two loops met, then put the ends over her shoulders and knotted them off behind her back. Now, her breasts were framed by ropes, and the whole arrangement was a veritable rope harness, trapping her upper arms.

With a second rope, he tied her wrists to her sides, cinching that rope, too. Sato then freed Babette’s legs and assisted her in getting to her feet, holding her arm until she could stand on her own. She could feel the ends of her wrist tie dangle over her butt, and when he asked her to spread her legs a little, she knew what was coming next. With horror, she remembered the time she had been crotch-roped, and she was glad that at least, this time, she wore panties.

»You want me to tie a few knots in it, for – distraction?«

»Mmhhmmm?«

»Just an offer!«, Sato shrugged and brought the rope ends between her legs, threading them through her waist rope and pulling out the slack. Babette moaned as her pubic mound was split in two, but Sato tied the knots off as the crotch rope was just inconvenient, not painful.

He then draped the jacket over her shoulder, closing the buttons and putting the sleeves into the pockets. For a superficial viewer, her bonds now were hidden. Sato cut another rope and tied it around her thighs, so it would just be hidden by the jacket. Once this rope was cinched, he crouched and put her heeled sandals to her feet. Then, he admired his creation. Three things still disturbed his sense of perfection.

He tore seven pieces of tape, the last two very small, and then filled a glass with water. Having ungagged Babette, he allowed her to drink. Babette panted and looked at him with a mixture of fear and resignation of fate.

»I guess this is only a temporary relief?«

He nodded, and Babette sighed.

»And I also guess you insist on using my panties to gag me?«

Sato raised an eyebrow, and she could see a smirk on his lips.

»Of course not, Babette-San!«

He reached for his pocket, and Babette saw what he was holding in his hand.

»Wait, that was not whaauummph!«

He stuffed Gabriela’s lacy panties into her oral cavity and sealed her lips with the five bigger pieces of tape, forcing her to close her mouth as much as possible before.

»Not your panties, just as you wished!«

Babette snarled and stared daggers at him. Sato hid her gag under another COVID mask and reached for the small tape pieces.

»Close your eyes!«

Gently, but thoroughly, he taped her eyes shut, then covered the blindfold with Babette’s sunglasses. The girl mewed when she felt him touch her hair. Sato had taken her own hairbrush and now brushed her hair, and though Babette felt a bit like a mannequin or a serial killer’s victim, she had to admit that, though her tresses were sweaty and dishevelled, he managed that he almost  didn’t pull and it would have hurt more if she had brushed it by herself.

»As pretty as I could manage! Now, for one last thing!«

Babette mewed as he opened the first button of her jacket and pulled the lapels apart, revealing her cleavage.

»You still have rope marks on your legs – but now, no one will look that deep!«

Babette felt him grab her arm, firmly, but not brutal.

»Please, remember I still have the gun and I will use it if necessary! It’s just a few steps!«

He led her to the door and onto the corridor. Babette staggered a little: with her thighs tied, it was a bit difficult to walk in her high-heeled shoes, and she knew that running wasn’t an option. In addition, the blindfold was an additional obstacle, though she vaguely knew where she was.

She could hear some chatting in Portuguese: obviously, the chamber maids were still at work, and she could even hear Sato say a friendly »Olá!«. Babette considered screaming through the panties filling her mouth, trying to break free from his grip, or trying to get in the direction of the chatting. Even throwing herself to the ground and flailing her legs would have caused enough attention. But to which price? She knew that Sato wasn’t someone who just bragged; if necessary, he would use the gun, and Babette didn’t want to get hurt or even die.

They reached the elevator, and on the way down, she had the hope that in the lobby, someone, anyone, would realize her predicament. However, they went one floor deeper, and the only other people in the underground car park were 20 yards away and just entering their car, not even taking notice of the strange couple, an Asian and a blonde wearing COVID masks.

Sato opened the passenger door and aided her in sitting down. Babette whimpered when this movement caused the crotch rope to tighten a bit, and Sato lifted her lower legs into the car before closing her seat belt and closing the door. A few seconds later, he sat down beside her and started the engine.

Sato took off the inconvenient mask, but for obvious reasons, he left Babette’s in place. His Navi told him that it was 203 miles to Ferrol if he avoided the highways. Maybe, the trip would be a little shorter, for he would not stop at the city centre and ask people if they knew someone who owned a coloured helicopter.

Once they had left the car park, Sato switched on the radio. He had no reason to drown Babette’s occasional moans, and he didn’t understand the host either, but the music helped him to think about his next steps.

In addition to his worries about Johanna’s well-being and an indistinct excitement about a dangerous mission, he felt guilt. Sato had a slightly weird sense of honour, and according to that, lying was worse than committing a crime (at least some crimes). And he had lied to Babette – at least, he had not told her the truth: Sato didn’t know that she would not be killed, he just hoped so.

His plan B, still quite vague and unelaborate, based on his hope that Johanna’s kidnappers had not chosen her for her for her personality or her writing skills, but because she was blonde and had big boobs.

Melissa had been right: a single man against an unknown enemy who most likely had several henchmen was a suicide mission. However, once he had found out about the kidnappers’ whereabouts, he would not come empty-handed, but he had an offer he hoped they would not refuse: another blonde with big boobs, even younger than Johanna, in exchange for her.

Sato looked at the masked and blindfolded girl beside him who shifted slightly in her seat. Though she had spied on his superior, he could not hate her, and he wasn’t proud of his decision to sacrifice her for his vague plan.

»Futatsu no aku no uchi, yori mashina aku mo yahari warudearu!«

»Mhm?«

Babette’s reaction told him he had spoken out his thoughts loud, but Sato denied her the translation of the sentence:

»The lesser of two evils is still an evil!«

***