Penitence 13

Gabriela felt a bit disoriented when she woke from her sleep. It was incredible, but though being naked, bound and gagged in the clutches of a criminal, she had dozed off during him massaging her feet.

Melissa and Babette had returned, both loaded with bags from different shops. The Policewoman dropped hers and stormed to Gabriela, hugging her and, since Sato didn’t object, started to undo her gag.

»Did you get everything?«

»Sort of«, Babette replied, »The town didn’t have an actual Sex Shop, and some of the other things also weren’t available! We had to improvise! BTW, Lizzie’s really good at such things!«

It took Sato a moment to understand that Lizzie was Melissa’s nickname, and he hoped that her and Babette bonding was a good thing. He saw the girls had also gotten some bottled water, so he got one and approached the two Policewomen.

»Melissa-San, maybe, you want to let her have a drink and then turn for her wrist bonds! I start at her toes, so we can meet in the middle!«

They did so, and when she freed Gabriela’s hands, Melissa noticed a slight fragrance. Had Gabriela reacted to her crotch rope whilst Sato had massaged her feet? She reached for the vertical rope between the Portuguese’s buttocks and pulled slightly. Gabriela sighed and looked at her, blushing all over. Overwhelmed by the cuteness of that, Melissa kissed her lips.

»One more!«, Gabriela breathed, and Melissa decided that Sato, who was just freeing her ankles, could also undo her knee ties. So, she kissed Gabriela once more, feeling a blissful tingle when their tongues met, though only for a second. She then decided to remove the crotch rope herself instead of letting Sato do that.

Once Gabriela was freed, Sato tossed her her bra and panties. He also handed Melissa her bra and told her that she should change into that and her panties, too.

Melissa was a bit reluctant, for to put on her bra, she had to undo her blouse first. Gabriela, now in bra and panties, put her hands on her shoulders and stepped so close she could act as a sight shield. When Melissa was in skirt and bra, she whispered:

»Almost like at the beach!«

»Almost!«

Whilst Gabriela’s panties had dried, hers were still wet with the Portuguese’s saliva. It felt strange, but not as disgusting as she would have expected. After all, it was Gabriela’s saliva and not that of some ordinary woman.

Babette had meanwhile arranged some cold food on a cloth, and they gathered around it as Sato said:

»I will now announce you my plan C.2, but it requires that we are all in possession of all our strength!«

He poured wine into four cups and handed one to each girl before picking his.

»To Johanna’s freedom and well-being! Kanpai!«

More or less reluctantly, all three toasted to him, and they drank. Sato then focussed the two Policewomen:

»Plan C.2 means that we are working together, but approach the enemy from different positions! I hope that freeing Johanna is enough of a reason to make us a team, at least until the job is done!«

»Let’s just hear what you have to say first!«, Melissa replied. She had heard a little from Babette already, and she had also drawn a few conclusions from the items they had bought – though some of them made no sense to her at all.

»Hai! Maybe, you want to see your outfit first! You may also try it, though it might be a bit inconvenient for sleeping!«

The barn was quite warm and stuffy, but both girls preferred being dressed for a change, and so, they rummaged through the bags Babette handed to them. One contained two pairs of black sneakers and matching socks whilst the others contained two tight sweaters and leggins, also in black. The latter were so tight fitting that Melissa was reminded of the joke about the girl whose leggins were so tight all men could read her wishes from her lips.

»They didn’t have balaclavas and catsuits, but in these, you can also vanish in the dark and not restraint in your movements!«

Babette, aware of women’s needs in such situations, had thought of hair ties, and when they had tied their hair into ponytails, Sato bowed towards them.

»The most beautiful SWAT team in the world!«

»And the most helpless! I doubt you will give us weapons, bulletproof vests and stuff like that!«

To Gabriela’s surprise, Sato drew the gun, grabbed it by its barrel and handed it to her. She took the weapon, and he said:

»There are three bullets left! So, don’t waste them on me, unless you put vengefulness over saving Johanna!«

Before Gabriela could even think of taking advantage of her having the gun, Melissa gently touched her arm.

»Let him continue! Maybe, his plan isn’t too far from what we want!«

She had to admit that she was curious, and Sato strained her patience by having a bit of Chorizo he poured down with wine before continuing:

»You are the ace in my sleeve, so to say! I think I figured out a way of getting you inside! Here’s some more things that might be helpful!«

He handed Melissa a flare gun plus a dagger to each girl. The German Policewoman felt intrigued, and she wanted to know how he wanted to get them over the fence without raising the alarm.

»This is where my gun comes to use!«

Like a boy, he presented the giant Super Soaker water gun. Putting on his sunglasses, he posed and asked how he looked like.

»Like Takeshi Kitano ordered by Wish!«, Melissa quipped. Babette, who had just sipped from her cup, swallowed the wrong way from chortling, and Sato stared at Melissa. Then, his lips trembled, and he burst out laughing, too. Still chuckling, he filled their glasses again.

»Humour – the last weapon of the defeated!«

»Pep talk isn’t your strong suit, hm?«, Gabriela asked, but she also joined in their toasting. Sato then explained his plan to them:

»The cameras catch the area up to some 20 yards from the fence, but there’s a dead angle, not far from the place where we met, thanks to a rock!«

When Sato had finished telling them his plan, Melissa wasn’t sure whether this was genius or Wile E. Coyote: they would approach the fence as far as they could undetected. Then, Sato would use the Super Soaker to sprinkle water at the electric wires, causing a shortcut.

»These systems usually have an emergency system, but you should have some ten seconds to get over the fence!«

»If we throw the blanket over the barbed wire, it could be possible«, Gabriela thought loudly; obviously, she now also was intrigued.

»Once you are inside, you hide! It is absolutely important that you stay undiscovered until I need you at the main door!«

»At the main door?«, the girls asked in unison, and Melissa added:

»What for? And when?«

Sato showed a grim smile.

»When, or whether at all, is unfortunately the great imponderable at my plan! If it works, Johanna’s captors will get to the main door to meet with me – together with her!«

»If they are interested in what he – what he has to offer in exchange!«, Babette added with a hoarse voice, and the Policewomen, who knew about Sato’s initial plan, just stared at her.

»I will send an email to Carmen Vega, telling her that I know about her having Johanna, and that I am willing to offer her an even better toy, young, crisp and buxom! You can live with that description, Babette-Chan?«

»Since I am 15 or 16«, Babette replied, trying to sound tough. The plan was dangerous, and she not only feared for herself, but also for Sato. The Japanese now looked at Melissa and Gabriela.

»Our only chance is if they don’t consider our mail a prank! So, the photos have to look convincing! Who of you is more skilled in photography?«

Gabriela reluctantly rose her hand.

»This plan is mad! What do you do if they don’t fall for our distraction and shoot at us?«, Melissa blurted. Sato looked at her with a stern expression.

»If so, I will try my best to keep them occupied long enough for you to run away with Johanna!«

For a few seconds, they stared at each other. Babette interrupted them.

»Let’s get started with the photoshoot, before I lose all my courage! Gaby, get the camera whilst I change my outfit!«

»A few hours ago, I photographed my bare breasts! Who thought that this would be topped on the same day?«

Melissa shook her head and took another sip of her wine.

»We are all going to die, most likely you!«

Sato chuckled, and she asked him what he considered so funny.

»I just thought about Gaby-San blaming me of doing bad pep talk!«

***

In the cellar, Carmen was put into a contraption Johanna had seen, but hadn’t come to usage yet: an Andreas’ Cross with shackles that had a leather upholstery, but were made of solid steel. The position was tolerable, but Carmen now was very exposed.

Johanna mewed when Inga brought what looked like a headless rocking horse; she had seen Spanish Horses in a museum, and the idea of having to sit astride a hard edge horrified her. Kim noticed her reaction, and she placed a towel on the horizontal beam. Johanna then had to mount the Spanish Horse, and she felt that it still was very uncomfortable, though they only strapped her ankles to the rear legs, thus allowing her to take some pressure from her middle.

»It’s not too bad as long as the horse stands still!«, Miranda announced, stepping on one of the skids, so the Spanish Horse rocked back and forth. Johanna tried to adjust to it by swaying around her upper body, and the towel padding suddenly felt very thin.

»I thought we are here for Carmen!«, Kim protested, »I am full of ideas how we can tell her what we think of her behaviour!«

The three withdrew, and Carmen and Johanna exchanged anxious views as the girls chatted, obviously discussing different torture methods. Occasionally, they giggled or said things like »she wouldn’t stand that for long!« that made the captives shiver. Finally, they put their heads together and whispered, until Miranda rose and stepped in front of Johanna.

»Each of us has got a lovely idea, and of course, if we would do a voting, everyone of us would vote for her own! So, it will be on you to decide! The method may have been done before, but I think it’s effective!«

Kim, who had went for one of the cupboards, returned and presented three small sticks to Johanna. They had the letters »I«, »K« and »M« written on them, and when Kim moved her hand a bit, she could see it were actually three clothespins.

»The rule is simple – the first clothespin you shake off will be the winner!«

Johanna gasped, and her chest heaved when Kim placed two of the clothespins on her nipples. It was painful, but she would not do them the favour of bouncing and rocking around. Miranda gently took the glasses from her nose and handed them to Inga.

»We don’t want those to get damaged in your struggles!«

Having said so, she placed the third clothespin on Johanna’s nose.

She had taken her victim off-guard, and once her nostrils got pinched shut, Johanna panicked. She tried to breathe through her thoroughly stuffed mouth, and she threw her head around to shake off the terrible thing. Her struggles made the horse rock, and she double her efforts when her desperate hyperventilating brought no air into her lungs.

Bright spirals danced in front of her eyes, and she bucked even more before she was about to collapse. Then, some precious oxygen reached her lungs, and it took Johanna some minutes of heavy wheezing until she realized that her nose was free again.

Inga had stood ready to take care the game wouldn’t end lethal, and it had been her who had plucked the clothespin from Johanna’s nose one second after she had shaken the one from her right nipple off. Since it was Inga’s, she felt generous and also removed the last remaining clothespin from Johanna’s left breast.

She was still panting and shivering when Miranda placed the glasses back on her nose.

»You sure don’t want to miss the show!«

With her breath slowly normalizing, Johanna now felt as if she had run a marathon, and her soft flesh felt sore from her struggles. She didn’t want to see what perfidious idea the Swede would now exact, but she nevertheless looked at Carmen writhing in her bonds. Inga stood beside her, letting her eyes wander over her naked and exposed body.

»So, you considered giving me to your White Slaver friend, just because you found a new toy? Sure, I am now one Million richer – but does that make me want to forgive you?«

Carmen just looked at her, panting, as she wasn’t sure what to expect. Both Inga and Kim had always been reluctant when it had come to Johanna’s exaggerated punishment, and Miranda had said that they would not go too far. However, it was them who drew the line.

»Actually«, Inga continued, speaking towards Miranda, but taking care that Carmen understood every word, »it was unfair to use Johanna as an oracle! I mean, maybe, she really was a bully when she was young – but she bullied someone we now want to punish ourselves! Nah, I think that Carmen should be her own oracle, to see if I can forgive her!«

Carmen feared that the clothespins would come to use again, that Inga would play a little asphyxiation game with her now. Instead, the Swede sat down on a stool close to her and brushed over Carmen’s neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair.

»However, I think this needs some preparation first! Kim!«

She whispered something into the Korean’s ear, and Carmen didn’t like the smile on Kim’s face as she left the room. Both Inga and Miranda waited in silence, enjoying the fearful anticipation on Carmen’s face.

Kim returned after some minutes, carrying a tray. From that, Inga took a pair of rubber gloves and put them on. Then, she grabbed a wooden spatula and poured it into a pot on the tray Kim held for her.

»Wax on!«

Carmen’s chest heaved, and she whimpered occasionally when Inga applied the hot wax on her pubic mound. Johanna couldn’t turn her eyes. She knew that many women, including a few of her friends, got rid of their pubic hair by waxing, and one had once told her that it was a little painful, but nothing to really worry about. However, these women did so on purpose and were not having it as some kind of perverted prelude whilst they were bound and gagged.

Once done, Inga waited for the wax to cool off before she picked on it.

»Wax off!«

This time, Carmen reared up and screamed through her gag, and when Inga had torn off the wax and hair, she still wheezed, and Johanna felt some compassion. And yet, she was sure that there was worse to come than just getting denied some Nivea cream.

Inga took off the gloves and took a pair of tweezers. Carmen’s eyes widened, and Johanna remembered all too well when these had been used on her pubic area.

»I did this for the first time, and so, I am afraid I didn’t catch every single hair, especially at the – less accessible parts! However, I want to be thoroughly – and you better don’t twitch and squirm too much now!«

She closely inspected Carmen’s slightly reddened pubic mound and plucked a single hair. She blew it off and stated:

»That was number one! If the number of hairs I find is even, you will be pardoned by me! If not – well, let’s hope Ben likes his women smooth and bold!«

***

Babette had known for what they had bought the cosmetic articles, and so far, the photoshoot hadn’t been harmful. She had left it to Sato to brush her hair whilst she had cleaned her face and put on some of the makeup. Then, they had done some pictures of her posing in her short beach dress, and Babette didn’t have to fake it when Sato ordered her to smile as if she was forced to at gunpoint, for she was feeling scared more and more.

»Okay, now for the R-rated part!«

Sato handed her the mug and patted her shoulder when she sipped some wine. Melissa also drank; then, she cleared her throat.

»Babsi, you will hate me for this – but we should film your stripping! And you should – act as if you were forced to do so!«

Babette took refuge in gallows humour:

»You mean, I should not express the joy and light-heartedness I am feeling right now?«

She looked at Sato who just took the belt from his trousers and let it swish through the air.

»We are still faking, hm?«

»Quiet, bitch!«, Sato barked, and the belt added a cracking sound as he hit the floor with it. Babette shrieked and jumped backwards, dropping her mug, and Melissa and Gabriela also gasped. Sato grinned.

»If the film shall look real, I thought that we should add some background noise, like me giving commands! I excuse for the bad language in advance, Babette-Chan!«

Babette placed her hand on her cleavage to calm down, for Sato had really managed to frighten her.

»If I pee onscreen, you cut that out, Gaby!«

Gabriela chuckled, but then, she raised her hand.

»May I – may I also add an idea?«

She explained it, and Sato seemed impressed. Melissa couldn’t help adding:

»You never fail to surprise me, Gaby!«

»Somehow, I am surprising myself! Madre de Deus!«

The idea was something Gabriela had once learned from a theatre workshop: Sato had to place his balled fist on Babette’s head, and she had to press his fist against her head with her hands. Like that, he could lead her around, and it looked as if he was pulling her by her hair without having to really hurt her.

It took seven takes until Gabriela was satisfied. Once, Babette’s hair hadn’t looked dishevelled enough, then, Sato had staggered, causing Melissa to giggle in the background, and the other five times were just so she could choose the best take. When they watched the result, Babette was surprised by the realistic look of the take.

»If just all of it was that easy to fake!«

Since she was only wearing the short dress and panties, filming her stripping scene shouldn’t have lasted for more than a minute. But again, Gabriela turned into the perfectionist director from hell whilst Sato showed a tendency to overacting. Like a Japanese officer from an exploitation film about WWII, he shouted orders and let the belt crack like a whip. When finally, the naked girl sank to the ground, covering herself with her discarded dress and whimpering, it was more from exhaustion than from trying to look real.

»Cut!«

Sato crouched beside her, brushing over her shoulder. In his usual calm voice, he told her that she had done great, but Babette couldn’t help sniffling. Melissa handed her a handkerchief, and Gabriela offered her to have a look.

»Just leave the dress and panties where they are! Continuity, you know!«

The clip looked terrifyingly convincing, and Babette shuddered, though she knew that it wasn’t really her being forced to strip by a brute.

»Disgusting!«

Sato brushed over her head.

»You are too hard to yourself, Babette-Chan! You are not bad for an amateur!«

This broke the ice, and Babette could let off her tension by giggling, first hysterically, then because she felt considerably better. Sato held up a coiled rope.

»All right, let’s do part three, and then, it’s just cutting, rendering, sending it off and hoping for the best!«

Babette had been tied up before, even by Sato, but this time, it was important that it all looked realistic, and Sato seemed to also enjoy binding her whilst she was stark naked.

»I think from a Japanese, they will expect something in Shibari-style!«

»That means it will not hurt?«, Babette asked, remembering her bondage being effective, but not too painful. Sato shook his head with a sad smile.

»This time, it’s unavoidable!«

Melissa held the mug to her lips whilst Sato crossed her wrists at her nape and tied them together, tying the dangling ends around her neck twice, leaving the loops loose enough Babette could breathe without problems. The position became more strenuous when he placed her hands palm to palm, so they pointed upwards, and tied her fingers with some thin rope. Babette gasped when he took her elbows and pressed them closer to each other.

»If the joints meet, it will hurt more, but the side effect will be worth it!«

Babette couldn’t help blushing when he repeatedly forced her elbows together, so she had to thrust out her ample breasts, whilst Melissa and Gabriela watched with unwilling fascination. Sato then helped her to get to the ground and tied her crossed ankles, leaving long dangling ends. Then, he cut another long piece of rope.

»This will be the painful one!«, he announced, doubling it and slinging it around her waist. Babette knew that this would become a crotch rope, and she remembered the last time a rope had been between her legs. She gulped and forced herself to smile:

»If Gaby won’t insist on too many retakes, I can stand it for a while!«

»No retakes this time – I will just take the camera and come close, scanning your body! All you have to do is writhing and moaning!«

Whilst Sato tied some knots into the rope around her waist, Gabriela looked all over Babette’s naked body, and she called Melissa for a second opinion:

»What do you think, some water drops, to look as if she’s sweating with fear?«

Melissa nodded and then, another idea came up in her mind. She shuddered, but she said towards Sato:

»H-how about some rouge on her b-buttocks – so it looks as if you sp-spanked her?«

»Good idea, Melissa-San!«

When Babette groaned, he playfully waved his right.

»If you prefer more realism, just tell me!«

With a sigh, Babette turned onto her belly and allowed Melissa to apply some rouge on her buttocks. Gabriela chuckled:

»If this all is over, we should publish a making of!«

Sato bent down to Babette’s head and caressed her cheek. In his other hand, he held her discarded panties, and she looked despondently at the sweaty garment.

»More realism?«

Sato nodded.

»Also, you might want to bite down on something when I apply the crotch rope!«

He shoved the panties into her mouth, followed by a scarf he pulled so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth before tying it off. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he then grabbed the crotch rope and turned her onto her side. Melissa had finished reddening her buttocks, and she told him not to smear her work.

Babette was still coping with the taste of her panties when he threaded the knotty rope between her legs and pushed the ends through the waist rope, pulling out the slack so it was nesting in her cleft and the knots chaffed her labia.

»Melissa-San, the better we all work together, the faster it is done! Grab her ankles and hold them tight, no matter how much she struggles! Gabriela-San, you tell me once the rope is inside her!«

Babette mewed, and Sato gently touched her shoulders.

»It hurts me nearly as much as it will hurt you! Now, close your eyes and think of England!«

He pulled, and Babette screamed into her gag and pulled on her bonds when the ropes between her legs turned into a line of fire. Sato looked at Gabriela who, her face a grimace of horror and fascination, shook her head. He pulled again, shielding his heart from Babette’s wailing, and when Gabriela nodded, he threaded the ends through Babette’s bent elbows and forced them together before tying the ropes off. Then, he took her ankles from Melissa and tied the dangling end around her elbows, too, putting Babette in a tight hogtie. Finally, he turned her so her front was fully exposed.

Knowing that any hesitation would only prolong Babette’s suffering, Gabriela filmed her, trying to see her with the eyes of a perverted predator, imagining what he would prefer to see. So, she caught Babette’s expression of pain, her heaving chest and zoomed on where the rope had disappeared between her labia before ending with a look at the reddened buttocks. A final full frontal shot ended the filming.

»C-cut!«

Sato quickly released her whilst Melissa went for some water. Babette was sobbing, and when the rope was removed from between her legs, she whimpered. Sato removed the scarf and plucked the panties from her mouth.

»Okay, short break before we do it again!«

Her eyes widened before she understood it had been a joke. She sniffled away her tears and showed him her middle finger, but didn’t resist when he took her in his arms.

»You did great, Babette-Chan! At least for an amateur!«

A few minutes later, she had provisionally cleaned herself up and drunk some water and wine. She had put on the other pair of her panties Sato had taken with him, together with the dress, and she held a plastic pack of half-frozen strawberries to her still throbbing middle. Together with the others, she watched Gabriela cut and render the video clip whilst Sato wrote the mail to the address he had found in the net, beside a picture of Carmen Vega advertising for donating to the local animal shelter.

»If the only one seeing it will be her secretary, plus some Policemen, I will kill you!«, she said towards Sato who apologized for not having access to the address Carmen used for her illegal affairs.

»It says ›private‹, so, we can hope for the best!«

In his text, Sato told Carmen that she had chosen the wrong woman, for Johanna was the love interest of his employer, a very rich and important man. He added some details about Johanna he knew, and he ended by making »an offer I hope you will not refuse«. Sato ended the mail by a short description of Babette.

»22 years, 5`6``, 34D – blonde, blue-eyed, buxom! If you want to see more, I hope the video will warm your heart!«

The girls prove-read the letter and added some small improvements. Melissa commented on the last sentence:

»People whose hearts are warmed by such videos should be charged to a livelong sentence!«

»Hey, show some more respect to my directing and editing!«, Gabriela protested, and Babette, having physically recovered from the shooting, though she still felt a bit weak, added:

»And for my acting! I was really good for an amateur!«

»And when will I get credit? After all, it was my idea, and I did all the ropework, not mentioning the shouting and whipping the floor!«

Sato’s parody of the girls’ pouting made Melissa chuckle, and she hugged Gabriela once the mail had been sent. She checked her watch.

»10 pm! We better should see that we get some rest! After all, this night will be short, especially for Gaby and me!«

They had agreed earlier that the best time for them to enter the areal would be between 4 and 6 am. Sato offered them to take the blanket and sleep at the hayloft whilst he and Babette would get into the car. When the two retired, he helped Babette to her feet and whispered:

»I think you should leave them some time for themselves! But if you want, we can sleep in different cars!«

Babette shook her head and took a half-empty bottle with them. Once they had made themselves as comfortable as possible on the leaned-back seats, Babette suddenly reached for Sato’s hand.

»By tomorrow, we can all be dead!«

»If so, we better finish this wine and try to enjoy it! After that, you might enjoy a foot massage which hopefully won’t be your last!«

»Deal!«, Babette replied, trying to swallow her fears.

***