Penitence 11

»May I take it, just for the finish?«

Only when Kim gently took it from her hand. Johanna realized she had still been holding the Ping pong ball. So, she obviously had subconsciously decided to not drop it on her own will.

The Korean now painted her nails, whilst Inga was busy with her foot nails and Miranda collected things from one of the cupboards. She appeared with a bundle of things that looked a bit strange, though it obviously were clothing items.

One her feet were done, Johanna’s right ankle was untied, and Miranda put a sheer, yet shiny stocking on her leg. It had a lace trimming and ended at the top of her thigh. Her left leg was next, and then, Miranda tied a lacy garter belt around her waist and clasped the stockings to it. Johanna had always considered such lingerie a bit slutty, but now, she had little choice.

She mewed when the next item came, a corset. It was white, too, and when it was put around her waist, she realized it did not cover her breasts, just slightly lift them. Inga, the strongest of the three, did the job of tightening the laces to a degree that mad it at least a bit uncomfortable.

They released her arms, and once again, she was restrained by an armbinder, only that this one was white to match her outfit, and the straps attached to her fingertips did not go directly between her legs, but flanked her labia and pubic mound.

»Now, for one last thing!«

Miranda tied a white leather collar around her neck. It was soft, but had a chain attached to it, so she could use it as a leash. Kim took a clean cloth and polished Johanna’s glasses before putting them back onto her nose, and Inga fetched a big mirror, holding it for her.

The sight was startling. The corset hadn’t reduced her to a wasp waist, but it emphasized her hips and breasts – and the latter were also thrust out because of the armbinder forcing her elbows together. Johanna had always felt a bit awkward about being busty, but now, they were presented in a way that would have even made a 90 year old priest get touchy.

Down below, things also had changed. The garters framed her pubic mound that now looked even more nude than before, and to her amazement, the first word that came to her mind when she looked at her trimmed pubic hair was »neat«.

The icing on the cake, however, were her glasses. They added an intellectual aspect to her voluptuousness, and the contrast was stunning. Johanna blushed as her three captors let their eyes wander over her body before Miranda took the leash.

»I think Carmen’s at her bedroom now!«

***

Gabriela had only started the car after Babette had promised her to explain to her immediately what this was all about.

»We are going to the place where they offer helicopter flights! After all, we need a better look at the areal, and from above is a good way of doing so!«

Seeing the expression in Gabriela’s face, she added:

»He won’t hurt Melissa if you help us on this! He’s very – determined, but he’s not a brute!«

Gabriela scoffed, thinking of how the rope had bisected Melissa’s pubic mound. Though it didn’t matter, she also could not forget the detail that Melissa had her pubic hair shaved off, except for a thin strip.

»A landing strip«, a voice inside her head whispered. She shook her head, as if to shoo that thought, and asked, forcing herself to stay calm:

»I get it why he keeps Melissa to force me to help you! I also get why he trussed her up, and I even understand why she was stripped! But why did I have to put on her clothes instead? Is this some kind of fetish?«

Babette looked at the borrowed sleeveless blouse, and she could see Gabriela’s aureoles through the thin cloth.

»I think it shall help us to persuade the pilot to give us a free ride! At least, he was very fascinated by my boobs when we were there earlier!«

»Madre de Deus!«

Gabriela felt uncomfortable in showing herself off that way, and only the thought of doing it for Melissa prevented her from screaming, or overpowering Babette to get her to the Police.

»How did you become his accomplice?«

Now, Babette giggled, slightly hysterical.

»My original role was as an offer for the criminals, in exchange for Johanna! As I said, he’s very determined! Ahh, look!«

The last was meant because Gabriela had nearly rammed a tree. She steered back to the middle of the road and panted, trying to cope with the information.

The rest of the trip was almost silent, with Babette occasionally telling Gabriela where to drive. There were now more people at the little airfield, and only one of the two pilots she had talked to still was there. He smiled when he recognized her, and his smile became even broader when he looked at the pretty dark haired girl beside Babette. Gabriela blushed and oppressed the urge to cross her arms over her chest.

»I come back for the offer you made earlier – a free flight! I hope you don’t mind I brought my friend Gaby with me?«

The pilot’s smile turned into a grin.

»Well, I made that offer, sure – but these flights are very expensive, and with your friend, it will take even more kerosene!«

»Are you saying Gaby’s fat?«, Babette protested, putting her hands on her hips and arching back her shoulders a bit to emphasize her breasts. The pilot denied, adding a corny compliment about Gabriela’s beauty. Then, he stated:

»I now have sixty minutes of free time! A normal flight is 30 minutes; so, there is another half an hour to pass! Don’t worry, we have a chamber with a real bed in the barrack!«

Babette made her puppy face.

»I thought that a real Gentlemen of the Air would help two beautiful girls for just a kiss!«

The pilot scoffed.

»If I wanted just that, all I needed was to go to a bar or club and tell any of the girls there that I am a helicopter pilot!«

Babette looked at him. The man wasn’t Mr. Handsome, but it could have been worse, and, what mattered more, he looked as if he was perhaps making indecent proposals, but would not ignore a deal.

»A real kiss, tongue and all, and you may touch my breasts!«

Gabriela gasped, and the man seemed to enjoy the haggle. Letting his eyes wander over the Portuguese, he asked whether the offer included both of them. Babette shook her head.

»Gaby’s shy – but maybe, she will open her blouse, so you may have a look – no touching, just looking!«

Gabriela’s jaw dropped.

»What? Never ever!«

Babette stepped closer to her and hissed in German:

»I am trying to get us a free flight, and you also want to know what is behind that fence! So, it would be helpful if you were a little cooperative!«

»Oh, sorry my Mom didn’t raise me a slut!«

Babette knew she had to play dirty.

»Do it for Melissa!«

Gabriela cringed, thinking of Melissa, the poor girl in Sato’s clutches. The naked, beautiful girl that she had embraced last night. Reluctantly, she stepped forward, forcing herself to look at the man.

»Okay! One look, no photos!«

Ostentatiously, the pilot scratched his head, letting his eyes wander over Gabriela’s chest in a way that made her cheeks burn. Finally, he shook his head.

»No!«

»What?«, the girls exclaimed in unison, and Gabriela noticed that reflexively, she had also put her hands on her hips. The man made a soothing gesture.

»Oh, I like what I see – but I started by having sex, whilst you just offered a simple kiss! Now, you moved towards me a little, and I am doing one step forward now, until we meet at a compromise in the middle! I say, one blowjob, whilst the other one poses for some nude photos!«

What followed was the most bizarre haggles Gabriela could have imagined. She considered accusing the man of harassment, but the problem was that he wasn’t withholding anything that they needed; they wanted a favour from him, and he wanted a payment, and asking for sexual services if the other could deny it wasn’t illegal.

Babette seemed determined to get the flight, and Gabriela felt that she not only owed it to Melissa, but also to Johanna, unknown to her. If the flight gave them prove that she was held captive at the mansion, it would be a huge step to her own rehabilitation.

So, she more and more participated in the negotiations, and this had the side effect that the pilot always had to switch between Spanish and English, confusing him a bit. In the end, Babette summarized the result:

»Okay, Felipe! We do French kissing for two minutes in which you may knead my bare boobs, plus an upskirt photo of me, and the same without kissing from Gaby! May we fly now?«

»One short grope in advance?«, Felipe asked, cocking his head. Babette sighed and thrust out her boobs, allowing him to touch them once. When he looked at Gabriela, she showed him her middle finger.

»Hijo de puta!«

»Hard words from the girl who just sold sexual services to me!«

He playfully poked her nipple before he finally made them follow towards his helicopter. Gabriela turned towards Babette:

»Just one question, Babsi! Why did you and Sato have to get Melissa and me into this? Why couldn’t you give selling you in exchange for Johanna at least a try first?«

***

Melissa couldn’t oppress her fear as Sato stepped behind her, and she needed all her strength not to look over her shoulder all the time. Would he now spank her, or would he try something else? Memories of her captivity in the load of the »Mauretania II« began to crawl from their graves at the back of her head.

»Mhm?«

Sato came back, carrying a ladder he put to the hayloft. From there, he fetched a blanket he draped on the floor. Melissa’s breath accelerated as he again approached her and stepped so close she could feel his jeans touch her naked skin. He reached for her thumbs – and loosened the rope, then carefully lowering her to the ground, placing her on the blanket whilst Melissa whimpered as the agonizing crotch rope was removed from her.

»I wanted it to look as painful as possible, to keep Gabriela-San in line! But now, she’s gone, and you may enjoy a little more convenience!«

Melissa’s chest heaved, from relief, from anger about him having fooled Gabriela, and from the painful tingle she now felt between her legs. Sato reached for the roll of duct tape.

»Speaking of convenience-«

Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her in a sitting position. Then, he wrapped her fingers with tape, completely encasing them.

»You are an escape artist – so, I will not risk your escape by being too kind!«

Sato now undid the rope that tied her arms together above her elbows, and Melissa felt a little of the strain in her shoulder taken from her.

»Mhhmph! Nnnngg!«

He slung the doubled rope around her waist, brought the ends over her bound wrists and then threaded them between her legs, reaching for her labia as he took them from the front, pulled the slack out and knotted them off to her waist rope. This new crotch rope wasn’t as tight as the one before, but Melissa knew that it would make her think twice before struggling.

Now, he freed her from the other elbow tie, and Melissa sighed when she no longer had to thrust out her boobs. Sato put her in a loose hogtie, so she could shift her position, but not kick at him, or trying to hop away.

»I can’t free you further, but it maybe takes some pressure from you that I do not intent to kill you, even if Gabriela-San and Babette-San take more than two hours! After all, I need your further cooperation on this!«

Had she not been thoroughly gagged, Melissa would have loved to ask Sato if he had ever considered just asking nicely. Perhaps after she had kicked him into his balls.

With not too many options, she sat up and leaned her upper body against her knees, so Sato could at least not see  her naked front. Sato rose from the floor and stepped behind her. Melissa mewed when he placed his hands on her shoulders, and she stiffened under his touch.

»You look very tense, Melissa-San! I am not blaming you, I just want to help!«

Her shoulders cramped even more. She didn’t fear that he was trying to grope her (or worse), but the touch reminded her of Karim – Karim who had also massaged her, who had used his magical hands on her, to make her feel relaxed. Karim, whom she had considered a friend and who had turned out to be one of the White Slavers. He had used his skills to make her lie down on his massaged table, allowing him to narcotize her without her even really noticing it. When she had woken up, she had been in the load, bound and gagged.

Sato’s hands were still kneading her shoulders, with his index fingers brushing over her carotids in small circles.

»You can of course continue fighting relaxation, Melissa-San – but you could also allow your body some relief! The last days must have been strenuous!«

»Indeed, and the main reason for that is right now sitting behind me!«, she thought. However, the sheer absurdity of his remark also made her relax her shoulders a bit, and she could not oppress a sigh when a warm tingle strayed through her neck and shoulders.

As if he had sensed that tingle, Sato’s fingers continued their work, and Melissa felt that indeed, his words made sense: after all he had done to her and Gabriela, he owed them some compensation, and a tender massage was not the worst treatment.

She leaned back, exposing her front, and allowed him to continue his magic, reflexively closing her eyes and concentrating on her breathing.

***

Johanna was led up the stairs and along corridors, allowing her to admire the expensive and at the same time stylish furniture and art. Whatever she had suffered in the past, Carmen had come out well when it came to her finances.

Miranda, leading her at the leash, but not yanking on it as Johanna followed her without resisting, stopped at a door and knocked before opening it. When she tugged on the leash, Johanna stepped on a carpet so thick her toes vanished in it.

The room was dominated by a French bed, and on it, Carmen was lolling around, stark naked and reaching out with her hand. Miranda placed the end of the leash in it, curtseyed and left the two women alone.

Since carmen didn’t move or say something, Johanna also looked at her captor. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and there were no signs of her rough time as a drug addict. Instead, it looked as if Carmen was working out regularly, and her breasts, though smaller than Johanna’s, didn’t show any sag.

»So, though you are no longer having the ball, do you think you can make me forget my well-preserved anger, hatred and contempt for you?«

Carmen rose in a lithe move and removed the collar from Johanna’s neck. Then, she draped herself on her back, presenting her nude front to her captive.

»She’s expecting me to do something!«

Having been shy and almost a bit prudish all her life, Johanna had usually let the men take initiative when things got physical. Seducing a woman, unable to talk or use her hands, would have been difficult even for an outgoing person who was into girls.

»Do the unexpected!«

At the University, in an attempt to raise her confidence, Johanna had attended a theatrical group, and the director had told them that on stage, one had to surprise the viewer by subverting his expectations. Not the most original advice, but a good one – and now, she remembered him saying it to her.

»She’s expecting me to either do nothing, or endure what she’s doing to me, or to try to run away! So, what can I do instead?«

Johanna straightened, swaying slightly, so Carmen could admire her ample forms. Then, she stepped onto the bed with her right foot. Carmen slightly rose her perfectly plucked eyebrows and let her eyes wander over her.

»I removed your leash, so you are no longer a dog! That means you are allowed to get on the bed, Johanna!«

A mattress is a shaky ground, and with her arms trapped in the leather sheath, Johanna couldn’t keep balance well. So, she concentrated on attending the bed without falling onto her side. She stood with her feet wide, looking down on Carmen in whose face she could now read a slight curiosity.

Taking small steps, Johanna walked forward, between Carmen’s open legs. When she was close to her knees, she used her toes to brush over the smooth skin at the back of Carmen’s knee. She didn’t seem to be ticklish there, but nevertheless, she seemed to enjoy the caress. Johanna took a deep breath.

»At least, I know that she likes women! Well, let’s see if I can build on that!«

Her stocking-clad toes brushed over Carmen’s inner thigh, approaching her pubic mound, and in the corner of her eye, Johanna could see that Carmen’s chest was heaving.

Like a careful explorer in a jungle, her foot now touched her pubic mound, and Johanna tried to find the right amount of pressure as she encircled her hot spot, but didn’t yet touch it. For some time, the only sounds were the slight rustling of her silk-clad toes brushing over Carmen’s pubic hair, the occasional screech from the mattress, and Carmen’s accelerating panting.

With an impatient sigh, Carmen finally grabbed Johanna’s ankle and led her toes to touch her where she wanted to feel her the most. Johanna closed her eyes and fully concentrated on her sense of feeling, realizing the hot moisture on her toes, and the way Carmen writhed and moaned. Instinctively, she wriggled her toes and continued her massage, until she felt Carmen more and more react to it.

When she withdrew her foot, Carmen protested, but it was replaced by a gasp when Johann sank on her left knee and placed her right foot on her belly. Her heel wandered over Carmen’s abdomen and between her breasts, and again, she grabbed her ankle, trying to lead her towards her hard and erect nipples. Johanna sternly looked at her face and shook her head – and Carmen let her go.

Her foot wandered forward further, and demandingly, her toes pushed against Carmen’s lips. They were wet from Carmen’s arousal, and yet, she parted her lips, and as Johanna pushed forward, she began to lick her toes and suck on them. Her pelvis thrust forward, and she rubbed her moist middle against Johanna’s left knee and thigh.

The position wasn’t the most convenient, and Johanna had to withdraw her foot from Carmen, just to release her other leg. Carmen protested, and when she saw her eyes, Johanna was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of power: it was her who was tied, gagged with two pairs of used panties and forced to do sexual things to Carmen, and yet, it was Carmen who now pleaded for her to continue, and Johanna who could deny it. It was a strange feeling, warm, powerful and frightening; not the sweet dominance back in the days when things between her and her ex-husband had still been good and she had sometimes made him beg for relief. It was she sheer knowledge that now she was ruling the game she had been forced into!

Johanna withdrew and positioned herself on her back, in a way she could lie conveniently on her sheathed arms. She closed her thighs, and Carmen slowly approached on all fours. She grabbed Johanna’s feet and began kissing them. It tickled slightly, but in a blissful way, and Johanna parted her legs a bit, so Carmen could kiss and lick her ankles whilst she caressed her cheeks and neck with her toes. Johanna panted, and the part of her that wanted Carmen’s mouth to go further grew louder. However, she knew that she still needed to control the game.

Carmen began to caress her legs, and when her hands were between her thighs, Johanna pressed them together, trapping them. Carmen writhed, and she breathed:

»Set me free! Let me continue, please!«

Johanna slowly shook her head, and Carmen placed her chin on Johanna’s knees.

»Set me free, and I will be grateful!«

She kissed, licked and playfully bit Johanna’s knees, sending tingles up her thighs, and Johanna loosened her grip, catching Carmen by surprise and trapping her head between her thighs now.

Her now free hands wandered over Johanna’s legs and hips, clawed into her buttocks, but obviously didn’t dare to touch her middle. Johanna knew that it was still her who had to rule the game, and she opened her thighs a bit, allowing Carmen’s head to move forward, slowly, and stopping her again when Carmen’s face was so close that she could feel her hot breath on her pubic mound.

Johanna had never been intimate with a woman before, and her experiences with men were also limited, but suddenly, all felt natural, and she knew what to do to get her own pleasure and at the same time keep Carmen in the game.

She splayed her legs, and with a surprised gasp, Carmen’s face bumped against her middle. Johanna pushed her legs under Carmen who, having recovered from her surprise, clawed her hands into Johanna’s buttocks and began to kiss her clit and labia. She positioned her feet between Carmen’s legs and when she felt something hot and moist at her toes and insteps, she began to wriggle and move them.

Johanna closed her eyes, and she was overwhelmed by the intensity her other senses now experienced. The way Carmen kneaded her butt was almost painful, but this almost made the difference between painful and blissful; the restless tongue and lips, sometimes even teeth, between her legs were even better, and Johanna reared up, groaning through her gag. Reflexively, she moved her feet, massaging Carmen. It reminded her of operating her sewing machine, and the simile made her chuckle, allowing her to keep control longer, and getting Carmen over the brink exactly when she was washed away by her own orgasm.

In sweet languor, Johanna was wheezing and staring at the ceiling when she felt a movement on the bed, and Carmen’s face appeared over hers, her hair sweaty and dishevelled, and her face reddened and covered with fluids.

»Th-Thank you!«, she breathed, sinking against her and cuddling against her breast whilst one arm hung over Johanna’s body. With the aftermath of her orgasm slowly ceasing, Johanna was able to reflect what had just happened more and more. To her surprise, the feeling of regret and embarrassment was much weaker than she would have expected. Sato forced himself into her thoughts (why him?), and Johanna closed her eyes to see him clearer.

The imagined Sato bent over her, kissing her forehead, and it was as if he was speaking for real:

»Stupid Carmen who tried to ride a volcano!«

Johanna smiled under her gag, and the imagined Sato caressed her cheek.

»Soon, Johanna-Chan, we will see again!«

The image faded, but Johanna felt strengthened by his visit. She knew that she had changed something in Carmen, and in her position, this could only be a change for the better.

***

Felipe was maybe someone who took advantage of situations, but he was also a capable pilot. Gabriela, who had never flied before in her life, was impressed by how the bay of Ferrol looked from above, and she almost forgot for the moment why they were there.

Babette pleaded him to fly over the estate of Carmen Vega, as low and slowly as he could without raising too much suspicion, and Felipe stuck to his part of the deal and did it. If he wondered why the girls took photos of a bungalow and a pool rather than of the bay or the hills, he kept it to himself, and he only talked when he reminded them that they had to get back to the airfield now.

Back on Earth, Gabriela’s legs still felt a bit wobbly from the new experience, and only when Felipe opened the side door, she was pulled back into reality – and to the fat that now, they would have to pay.

He had taken off his helmet and jacket, and Babette took his hand, allowing him to assist her in getting out of the chopper. She smiled at him.

»Well, a deal is a deal!«

Since both of his colleagues were currently in the air, showing the bay to tourists, and the woman running the office was busy watching her soap opera, they had the barrack to themselves, and Babette reached for her nape, undoing the knot of her beach dress. Felipe’s eyes widened when she exposed her breasts, and he seemed almost reluctant to get his kiss. Babette took the initiative, and though he responded when she kissed him and slung her hands around his neck, his hands were more on her back than actually on her boobs.

When the kiss ended, his cheeks had reddened, and to Gabriela, he seemed like a boy after his first kiss, though he was at least in his late 20ies and had seemed so confident. When Babette begged him to reapply the knot of her dress, he did so, and she brushed over his cheek.

»Now, what would you prefer now, Felipe? Getting your upskirt photo, or one last kiss?«

Since he only croaked, Babette had to guess, and she kissed him again.

»Thank you, Felipe! I hope you don’t feel that you got underpaid!«

His smile, though a bit shy, reappeared on his face.

»Definitely not, Babsi!«

Babette breathed a last kiss on his lips and went for the door.

»Let’s go, Gaby!«

»One moment!«

She approached Felipe and reached out her hand.

»Sorry, I have – reasons that I can’t kiss you – but I don’t want you to think of me as the ungrateful one! Give me your phone!«

Looking like an oxen hit by a hammer, Felipe obeyed, and Gabriela unbuttoned her blouse. Knowing that any second, her confidence would be washed away by her embarrassment, she straightened and took a picture of her bare breasts. Then, she pushed the phone under her pleated skirt and took a second photo.

When she checked it, she saw that the light coming through the cloth had created  a dim lighting, but her lacy panties were clearly visible. She handed the phone to Felipe and quickly closed her blouse.

»Thanks for the flight!«

She rushed out of the barrack, and when Babette closed up to her, she hissed:

»Let’s go, before one of the other pilots sees my red head from above and thinks it is the alarm beacon!«

They entered the car, and when Gabriela started it, her eyes fell on the watch on the panel.

»Fuck! The two hours are almost over!«

She ignored Babette’s objection that she was sure Sato would not harm Melissa, even if they were a little late, and speeded back to the barn, ignoring a red light and making more than one pedestrian jump out of the way.

They arrived at the barn two minutes late, and Gabriela jumped out of the car. Inside the shed, her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the dark, and for a second, she thought that Melissa had vanished. Then, she realized that instead, she was sitting on the ground.

Gabriela’s jaw dropped, for she was not just sitting there, but was leaning against Sato who had his hands on her shoulders. Her bare breasts were no longer thrust out in the unnatural way the elbow tie had caused – but they were covered with a fine film of perspiration, and her hard nipples seemed to point directly at Gabriela.

She gasped through her gag when she noticed Gabriela, and her cheeks turned crimson. Sato rose, slowly and not looking as if he had been interrupted by anything. Gabriela could see no treacherous bulge in his pants, and he sounded calm when he now bowed towards her, though there was an impish smirk on his lips.

»Don’t worry, Gabriela-San, Melissa-San just had a massage! But I am sure she only thought of you all the time!«

Gabriela sank on her knee and hugged Melissa, asking her whether she was okay. Melissa nodded, and there was a slight surprise in her eyes, as if she was puzzled by the assumption that she could be anything but okay.

»He didn’t hurt you?«

Melissa shook her head, and the look in her eyes told Gabriela that Sato had also not hurt her in ways she couldn’t see immediately. She grabbed Melissa’s shoulders and looked at her with disbelief.

»A massage?«

She nodded, and when she felt Gabriela’s eyes on her still erect nipples, she blushed even deeper. Her cheeks also aflame, Gabriela breathed:

»Did you really think of me all the time?«

Again, Melissa nodded.

***