Penitence 12

»Now, what shall I do with you, Johanna?«

Carmen had cuddled against her, her head resting on Johanna’s right breast whilst her hand was lying loosely on the left one. Johanna was still gagged and couldn’t answer, and she was aware that Carmen could sense her heartbeat or feel if she was stiffening.

»That was fun! I had no idea that you are so – creative! On the other hand, you are a writer, so, you better be!«

Johanna still was a bit confused about what she had done, and what she had achieved by it. Obviously, Carmen had enjoyed their encounter, but did that mean that she would forgive her – or that she would decide to keep her?

Carmen shifted her position, so her head was embedded between Johanna’s breasts. Her left hand brushed over her belly, with the tips of her fingers touching her pubic hair. Johanna forced herself not to close her legs and to remain calm.

»It would be a shame if this would be over by tomorrow! Maybe, we should think about an alternative to sending you with Ben, to end up at some godforsaken place in Africa! As an author, you could also work from here, couldn’t you?«

»Mhm?«

Carmen’s hand wandered a bit deeper, cupping her pubic mound. Whilst she gently massaged her captive, she continued:

»I am not thinking about taking away your money! After all, I am richer than you! However, since I have some errands to run here, you’d have plenty of time to work on your next novel, whilst you would enjoy living in my mansion and getting served by my employees. And the more I could trust you, the more liberties you would gain!«

Johanna’s breath accelerated. Carmen was offering her an escape – only after she had spent some more time as her plaything. Could she stand weeks, maybe months, doing what she had just done? To add to her confusion, Johanna knew all too well that it had not only ended in an orgasm for Carmen, but also for her. She thought of Sato, but got distracted as Carmen rather thought loud than actually speaking to her:

»Of course, Ben would be disappointed if I had nothing to offer for him!«

She chuckled and added:

»When it comes to women, he’s quite superficial! If they are blonde and well-endowed, they have all he wants! Maybe, I will have to sacrifice Inga!«

***

Miranda shut down the laptop. The camera had been installed even before Carmen had moved in at the mansion, and sometimes, she had sent Enrico videos of her and Carmen whilst he was on a business trip. Following her intuition, she had also recorded Carmen and Johanna, to see if the blonde author was just a plaything or a threat to her position.

She didn’t mind that Johanna had proven much more innovative and active than she had expected. Miranda wasn’t jealous in the usual way, and if Carmen had sex with other men or women, she didn’t mind – as long as her own position wasn’t in danger.

Now, however, it sounded as if Carmen considered to not only keep Johanna as a bed companion, but to also turn her into a veritable affair, maybe a relationship. If so, Miranda would be reduced to being a mere servant – and maybe, Johanna would even demand that she would be replaced. Miranda had gotten used to her current lifestyle, and in expectance it would continue, she hadn’t too many savings to keep up to it if she lost her position.

»It seems that I have to take some precautions!«

***

Not too far away, at the abandoned barn, a laptop screen was also the centre of attention. Babette had connected the camera to her laptop, so they could all look at the photos she and Gabriela had taken. A simple »Later!« from Sato had stopped Gabriela as she wanted to free Melissa, and so, the German Policewoman still was naked, bound and gagged, with Gabriela sitting close to her, her arm put around her shoulder.

Most of the pictures showed them what they already knew from Google Earth: the roof of a vast bungalow plus some smaller buildings, most likely a garage or a pool house, also the blue rectangle of the pool. Suddenly, Melissa mewed, and Babette interrupted the slide show.

»Did you see something?«

»Mph!«

Melissa nodded, glancing at Babette, for she felt as if the blonde was behaving like talking to Lassie. Sato made a gesture towards Gabriela who started to unwind the vet wrap from Melissa’s mouth. Obviously also impatient, he made her work faster, and when she had undone the wrap, he ripped the tape from her mouth, causing Melissa to mew.

»You are hurting her!«, Gabriela protested, »Better get some water for her, you brute!«

Sato obeyed, and only Melissa noticed the amused smirk on his lips. Gabriela untied the cleave gag and then reluctantly plucked the two pairs of sodden panties from her friend’s mouth. Melissa panted, and when Sato reached Gabriela the water bottle, she greedily drank.

»Now, what have you seen?«

»The-«

Her voice came out as a high-pitched croak, and she had to gulp and take another sip of water before she could speak clearly:

»The small hill behind the garage – it isn’t on Google Earth!«

Sato looked on his phone, and indeed, on the image, there was just a plain piece of grass behind the garage. Babette enlarged the photo, and now, Melissa could see the slight irregularity in colours.

»That’s a camo net! They have hidden something large underneath it!«

»Something like a helicopter!«, Sato concluded, »Good work, Melissa-San!«

»Good enough to set me free?«, Melissa replied, and Sato smiled.

»Can’t you see it as a sign of respect for your skills as an opponent?«

»I see it as something rough and inconvenient between my legs!«, Melissa mumbled, and Gabriela caressed her back, but also couldn’t help  peeking at Melissa’s crotch rope.

No matter how close they looked, they could not tell for sure the object was a helicopter, and so, they searched for further evidence. Gabriela pointed at the pool where, on the deck chairs, two bikini-clad women were lying, but none of them seemed to be restrained, and Sato could swear that none of them looked like Johanna.

»These two relaxing could mean that our suspicions are wrong, and that Carmen Vega just enjoys being left alone by people!«, Gabriela pondered when Sato suddenly detected something in a corner. As he enlarged it, it turned out to be a sack truck.

»Just another incidence!«

He remembered how he had seen Johanna, hovering above him, tied to such a sack truck. Then, he suddenly focussed Melissa and Gabriela:

»Wait a minute! Only I saw the helicopter! So, why have you been at the mansion, too?«

Both Policewomen looked at him, and Melissa stated:

»Free me and let me have my clothes back and I will tell you!«

»Tell me, or your girlfriend loses hers, too!«

»Stripping me will get none of us anywhere!«, Gabriela added, and Sato looked at her.

»Well, we would improve optically!«

This caused Melissa to scoff, and Gabriela also smiled involuntarily, though she also blushed. Sato let out a sigh.

»Gabriela-San, you may free her legs and remove the crotch rope, but leave her hands tied and her fingers taped!«

Gabriela did as she had been told. When she removed the crotch rope, she felt a bit awkward, and she tried not to touch Melissa too  much. Once Melissa was free except for her hands, Sato tossed her discarded panties to Gabriela.

Though it was embarrassing, it was obvious that Melissa would need help, and so, Gabriela pulled the garment up her legs. Once her crotch was covered, Melissa looked at Sato.

»Caudillo!«

She added the explanation that this had been the nickname of the person who had bought Johanna, and so, she and Gabriela had been looking for people at Ferrol who were related to the late dictator Franco.

»Carmen Vega’s late husband was his great-grandnephew!«

Sato looked at the picture of the mansion.

»To me, this builds a Venn diagram, with this building in its centre!«

None of the girls spoke against his conclusion, and Melissa, enjoying that she not only could move her legs again, but also no longer was fully naked, asked:

»So, what now? Something tells me you are not intending to just call the local Police!«

Sato looked at her and Gabriela.

»I am intending to rely on the help of an international team of Policewomen!«

***

The drug Carmen had mixed into the drinks of Kim and Inga was based on a mild antidepressant, and thus, it helped them, unbeknownst by the girls, to oppress their concerns about participating in kidnapping and torture without rendering them apathic or high. Like usual during Siesta, they were chilling beside the pool, only interrupted by an occasional short swim.

»You want some iced lemonade, freshly made by my tender hands?«

Inga looked at Miranda who positioned the tray on the side table between the two deckchairs, and Kim stretched her limbs, yawning. Miranda filled three glasses and reached each of them one before she looked at the pool.

»Will you miss living here? I mean, as it now seems as if Carmen might pardon Johanna completely?«

»Really?«, Kim asked, and Miranda noticed the glimpse of hope in her voice. Obviously, the Korean was glad that there would be no more humiliation to do. Inga also lowered her sunglasses, and Miranda knew that she had to play careful. She nodded slowly.

»Seems you two will be off the hook soon! That is, if Johanna doesn’t have any wishes for revenge, and if Carmen isn’t willing to let her have her will!«

Inga chuckled.

»If so, she would also hold a grudge against you!«

Miranda sipped from her lemonade.

»I am not only sharing the bed with Carmen, I am also doing her paperwork! So, she will think twice before punishing me or getting rid of me! You, however-«

Inga blinked, and Kim also leaned forward, staring at Miranda. After a few seconds, the Korean broke the silence:

»What did she say?«

»To me – nothing so far! To Johanna, however, she mentioned that she could imagine living together with her! Seems that Johanna left quite an impression!«

With their emotions still sedated, Inga and Kim quickly analysed the situation: if Carmen would start living at the mansion with Johanna, they would not just be sent away; if Johanna wanted revenge, Carmen would know where the two were to find.

»Why are you telling us all this?«, Kim asked, »Shouldn’t you be loyal to Carmen?«

Miranda sighed.

»My loyalty depends on how loyal she’s to me – and right now, she’s considering to have that blonde bitch to take over my place!«

»Maybe, you are just overreacting«, Inga mentioned, and this allowed Miranda to take the two with her, showing them the video. Since they had to expect that Carmen would call for them any minute, she put the sexual encounter on fast forward and only pressed »Play« when Carmen started to talk. She stopped at the point where Carmen offered Johanna more and more freedom if she’d trust her more.

»What is this talk about her sending Johanna to Africa?«, Kim asked, and Miranda feigned another sigh before she answered:

»Well, her initial plan was to have her way with Johanna and then give her to her old friend Ben, as a gift! I don’t know him that well, he is running several businesses at several states on the Black Continent – and maybe, he has got use for a blonde slave! Maybe, it is just for his private pleasure!«

Miranda could almost see the little cogs in the girls’ heads work. More and more, they understood that they had been hired under false pretences: assisting in giving a former bully a short sharp shock was one thing, but had Carmen followed her initial plan, she would have made both of them partners in human trafficking – the very crime Enrico Vega had saved them from!

Inga mumbled something is Swedish that most likely wasn’t very nice, and Kim held her glass so tight Miranda feared she would break it. Now, the most difficult part of her plan came:

»I know what you think: that I knew about all this and that I let you run into her trap! I am guilty of that – but her new plans are really a little too much for my loyalty!«

She pressed on »Play« again, allowing the two henchwomen to witness Carmen considering to offer Inga to Ben, in exchange for not getting Johanna. The chest of the Swede was heaving, and the glass from Kim’s hand dropped to the carpeted floor. Miranda gently placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

»Now, how do you think about hitting three birds with one stone? Not committing a real crime, teaching Carmen a little lesson about how far revenge should go and finally getting a little compensation for her betrayal!«

When both heads turned towards her, Miranda knew that she had won two allies.

***

Gabriela sat on the blanket, her knees bent so they almost touched her chin. She was looking at Sato who sat close to her with a mixture of fear, anger and slight curiosity.

Before he had sent Babette and Melissa to do some shopping, he had insisted to keep a hostage, and »for reasons of justice«, he had decided that this time, Gabriela had to stay behind. Of course, both Policewomen had protested.

»I know, I should trust you more! On the other hand, if I am not trusting you and you prove to be honest, I can still apologize – if not, and I trust you, I will end up in jail! In addition, Melissa-San can assure you that I won’t be more cruel than necessary!«

»And the decision what is necessary lies by you!«, Gabriela had protested, but Melissa whispered towards her:

»It was okay – well, except for the gagging, maybe!«

So, whilst Babette had freed Melissa’s hands and Sato had watched, the hand loosely on the gun in his belt, Gabriela had taken off Melissa’s clothes, leaving her in just her lacy panties. Once Melissa had been dressed, he had looked at her.

»For reasons of justice-«

»Kuso jaro!«

Staring daggers at him, Gabriela had taken off her panties, noticing how Melissa looked at her with interest. When she noticed that the Portuguese had seen it, she blushed slightly.

Sato tied her wrists and taped her fingers, but left it to Melissa to apply her crotch rope. When she did so, she whispered:

»He won’t hurt you! And in my mind, I am with you!«

Not letting Melissa out of his eyes, Sato then tied her legs above and below the knees and at her ankles, adding a thin strap around her big toes. Gabriela groaned when he picked the two pairs of panties that had stuffed Melissa’s mouth. At least, one of them was hers.

»Isn’t one enough?«, Melissa intervened, and Sato drew his gun and aimed at her crotch.

»This one would be enough!«

He put the gun back into his belt, and Melissa looked at Gabriela. She gulped, but then, she forced a smile on her face:

»If it’s okay for you – one is better than two!«

Melissa reached under her skirt and peeled down her panties. When balled up, they weren’t too big, but she had been wearing them for two days now. She approached Gabriela, and before she gagged her, she breathed:

»Sorry, Dear!«

Her lips touched Gabriela’s, soft as a breeze, and the Portuguese allowed her to shove the cotton ball into her mouth, only retching once. Sato applied the knotted scarf, some tape and a new roll of vet wrap. Then, he reached into his pocket and handed his credit card to Babette.

»The credit frame is 4.000, that should be enough for everything! Just bring some food, too!«

To Melissa, he confirmed that he would not hurt Gabriela or take advantages, unless she would force him to do so. Still feeling bad for the girl, Melissa left with Babette, and Sato sat down on the blanket, close, but not touching Gabriela.

»The first time I tied you up, I couldn’t help noticing that you are ticklish, Gabriela-San!«

»Mph! Nnngg!«

Gabriela’s eyes widened, and Sato raised his hands.

»Don’t be afraid, I am not intending to tickle you! Anyway, having such sensitive reflex zones isn’t actually a bad thing!«

Gabriela frowned at him. However, being gagged with Melissa’s panties (that tasted vile, no matter how much she appreciated their owner), she had little choice in the topic of their one-sided small talk. Sato opened his palm and started to tell her about the different zones in the human sole, how men and women differed in that condition, and he told her that in the right hands, a ticklish person could easier be brought to feel relaxation by a massage.

»If you don’t believe me, there’s only one way to find out! If I am fooling you, you can still kick my balls!«

Gabriela and Sato sat side by side in silence for some time. Then, she placed her bound feet in his lap, her eyes telling him that she was curious, but also distrustful. He took her feet in his hands, grabbing them firmly and placing his thumbs on her soles.

Gabriela let out a fluttering breath, and she almost instinctively wanted to twitch when he moved his thumbs over her soles. However, Sato’s grip was firm, and after a few seconds, she realized that he wasn’t actually tickling her. It felt as if his thumbs had found a narrow valley between two ticklish mountains, and though the touch also sent shivers and tingles through her soles, it was a pleasant feeling. More and more, the girl relaxed, and Sato continued his massage. Afte a while, Gabriela sank back on the blanket and closed her eyes.

»I want Melissa to come back soon, but if she’s just a little late, I won’t blame her!«

***

Johanna was still bound and gagged, and she was resting on Carmen’s bed. Carmen had allowed her to use her bathroom, but decided to keep her restrained for a while, so she could figure out how to best prepare her henchwomen for the changed situation. Now, she could hear the sound of the shower through the ajar bathroom door when the bedroom door opened.

 At first, Johanna wasn’t even startled, for perhaps Carmen had given orders to get her back to the cellar. Then, she noticed Inga and Kim position themselves beside the bathroom door whilst Miranda approached Johanna with a gun.

»No sound, if you know what’s good for you!«

Puzzled, and with the barrel of the gun at her temple, Johanna waited with the others for the sound of the shower to stop. They could hear Carmen hum a tune, and she then stepped into the bedroom, clad in nothing but her slippers.

»Miranda, whaauuhmmph!«

From behind, inga slung her arm around Carmen’s lower face, silencing her and also keeping her in a chokehold. With Carmen still not fully aware of what was going on, Kim drew a pair of handcuffs and tied her wrists behind her back.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Kim cuffed Carmen’s ankles with another pair of cuffs, and whilst Inga still held her in her vice grip, Miranda rose from the bed, the gun still pointing at Johanna.

»Let her talk, Inga – but if she screams, break her neck!«

The Swede lowered her arm, so it was just slung around Carmen’s neck. The overpowered woman licked her lips, glancing at Miranda.

»What the hell do you think you are doing?«

Miranda showed a cold smile.

»Well, as you sure know, the TV program is terribly boring at the afternoon, and so, I switched on channel 69!«

Johanna could see Carmen go pale. She had no idea that said channel had been the code of Enrico for the camera in the bedroom. In the beginning, Carmen had allowed him to film them, but then, she had demanded that it would be deinstalled – obviously, Miranda had not followed that order.

»Miranda, you don’t understand, it was just-«

»I did understand very well!«, Miranda snapped, »And so did Inga and Kim!«

Now, Johanna got what was behind this palace revolt: Miranda was referring to Carmen pondering about giving Inga to Ben. Carmen again wanted to say something, but on a gesture from Miranda, Inga handgagged her.

»The last few days, you were all about teaching lessons – it seems that you also could need some re-education! Luckily, we did come well prepared!«

She took a bag and produced a pair of plain black cotton panties that looked considerably big. Carmen groaned when Miranda held them to her nose.

»Too bad Inga doesn’t like thongs, hm?«

The Swede removed her hand, but only to pinch Carmen’s nose, and when she had to open her mouth, Miranda slowly, but thoroughly worked the whole big wad into her oral cavity. Inga wasn’t fat, but she was an athletic woman that stood 5’10’’, and she preferred fullback panties. So, it was a lot of cloth Miranda had to cram behind Carmen’s teeth. Inga put her hand over Carmen’s mouth again whilst Miranda went for the bag.

»Kim, however, loves thongs!«

Carmen’s mouth was so full that even the small red piece of cloth wouldn’t have found a place in her mouth, so Miranda pulled them over her head, placing the crotch part over her nose and mouth. Above that, she tied a harness gag, and when Carmen groaned and struggled in Inga’s grip, Miranda pulled each strap one notch tighter.

»Now, you listen, and I am telling you our plan!«

Carmen panted, but Miranda just sat down on the bed and crossed her legs.

»You know, though you wanted to go full rogue, Inga, Kim and I won’t! Well, to be honest, our plan is quite illegal, but you will get out of it with a Black Eye – not literally, I hope!«

All of a sudden, Kim punched at Carmen’s face, stopping only millimetres before she actually hit her, and smiling when Carmen gasped and shied back. Kim patted her cheek.

»As said, not literally!«

Johanna didn’t dare to utter a sound. The change of events had startled her, but she was not sure whether it meant an improvement for her. She gasped when suddenly, Miranda cupped her chin, making her look at her.

»You are a successful writer – what do you say, can one be reasonably vengeful?«

She didn’t seem to want an answer, but it was just the prelude for what she had to announce towards Carmen:

»We are all pretty pissed, but at least I will also remember that up to now, you were a decent employer – and our – less formal meetings were also enjoyable! Though I am afraid that our busty writer stoked your oven better than I did!«

Johanna blushed at the memory, and Miranda continued:

»So, don’t be afraid of me getting too rough on you! I will just leave your services, once you have paid me a little sum to live from, until I found something new! And of course, you owe some compensation to Inga and Kim!«

Carmen stared at her. The whole attack had taken her completely off-guard, and whilst she had sometimes experienced being handcuffed before, being gagged was new to her, and being gagged with Inga’s panties was definitely disgusting. However, her eyes also expressed some hope. If Miranda only wanted money, this was a problem that could be solved.

»Since I am doing most of your paperwork, I know how much you can afford without risking to starve or having to beg in the streets! So, I think three Million for me would be okay, plus one each for Inga and Kim!«

Carmen’s chest heaved, and Johanna could see how she was calculating. Five Million was a huge sum, even for a rich woman like her. However, after some seconds, she nodded, and Miranda smiled, patting her cheek.

»Fine! Let me just get your laptop, so you can transfer the money!«

She left the room, and they waited in silence. Inga now only held Carmen’s arm loosely, but with her cuffed wrists, she wouldn’t have gotten far. Johanna’s legs were free, but with her sheathed arms and thoroughly gagged, she would also not have stood a chance if she had run for the corridor. Still, she wondered what these girls had in mind for her. Would they just let her go? Would they make sure they had a head start? Or would they decide to let the evidence vanish? The latter thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Miranda returned and placed the laptop on a desk. Turning towards Carmen, she said with a sardonic smile:

»Now, will you do the transfer voluntarily, or do we have to get rough?«

Carmen’s wrists were released, only to be retied in front of her, and she had to kneel in front of the laptop. She started typing, and after some two minutes, Miranda brushed over her head.

»Good girl! Now, I feel much better about being unemployed soon!«

Johanna could see the grin on Kim’s face when she got paid, and Inga made a triumphant gesture with her fist. Miranda looked at Johanna:

»Don’t worry, we left her enough the two of you can live happily ever after with it – in a few days, that is, of course!«

»Mhhmmph?«

Carmen tried to raise, but Inga stopped her. Miranda chuckled.

»Of course, that wasn’t your entire punishment! Now, the next thing you do is contact Ben and tell him that you can’t have him here because you have gotten a surprise call from Germany and have to go there, because of your inheritance! And then, once he has confirmed that, we will make sure you never forget that what you did to us was bad!«

Carmen mewed, and Miranda laughed.

»Don’t worry, just a few days, maybe a week! After all, we have to take care that our new wealth won’t be taken from us once you will be able to call the Police! In the meantime, we will prove that we have been apt pupils when you taught us about exacting a revenge!«

She looked at Johanna. Picking the leash and collar rom the floor, she approached her and put the strap around the girl’s neck.

»Of course, we can’t let you go now, Johanna! But none of us holds a grudge against you, and I am not even jealous about you being her favourite pet now! We just have to make sure that you don’t alert anyone before we have made our getaway!«

It sounded like a tolerable thing to Johanna: the next few days, even if she was kept locked in the cellar, bound and gagged, could not be worse than the last 24 hours, and she somehow believed Miranda that she didn’t intend to kill her. So, she just watched as the Spaniard now forced Carmen to send an Email, obviously to Ben. The laptop was shut down, and Carmen’s hands were recuffed behind her back. Inga then threw her over her shoulder, letting her hand land on Carmen’s buttocks with a smack, causing her to scream through her gag. Kim grabbed the leash, forcing Johanna to follow the two, and Miranda was last, carrying the laptop. She stepped beside Johanna and stated in a way as if they were doing a walk in the park:

»Don’t worry too much about Carmen, we don’t want to do lasting damage to her! Just to give her a little of her own medicine!«

Had she not been gagged, Johanna would have remarked that said »medicine« had also come from her and her henchwomen. In addition, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted Carmen to be punished or even felt a little pity for her. Things got more confusing by the minute!

Miranda placed her hand on Johanna’s shoulder, in a way she could rake over her breast with her fingernails.

»You also should not worry too much about yourself! We know that it can be boring to just watch, and also, Carmen might feel better if she’s not alone in her ordeal! So, don’t expect to be just a watcher, but a participant in our games!«

***