Penitence 14

Johanna shifted slightly on her inconvenient seat, biting down hard on her gag to oppress a whimper. The throbbing in her soft flesh had become agonizing, but she did not want to remind the three devilish women of her presence.

With considerable glee, they had plucked the remaining hair from Carmen’s pubic area, counting each one, and now, at 37, Kim did a thorough search if there was one more left, to see if Carmen would be pardoned. The humiliation of the intimate search added to Carmen’s discomfort, and Johanna could see how her chest was heaving as the tweezers brushed over her labia.

»Ah, you lucky daughter of a bitch!«

Kim had found a fine small hair left and plucked it. The Korean seemed slightly relieved herself, for neither she nor Inga had planned to torture her former employer for more than a short sharp shock. She overplayed her feeling by mockingly placing the final hair on her palm and blowing it at Carmen’s face.

»That calls for a toast! Everyone who wants a glass of Carmen’s best wine may raise her hand!«

Since Miranda was the only one having a key to Carmen’s climatized wine cabinet, she rose and left the cellar whilst both Inga and Kim withdrew to a corner, maybe discussing what to do with their new richness. Johanna looked at Carmen who seemed rather exhausted from embarrassment than actually relieved that her ordeal would be over soon. She couldn’t help looking at her bald pubic mound, looking so smooth and vulnerable, and when Carmen’s and her eyes met, they both blushed.

The door opened, and Miranda’s head appeared, her face slightly pale.

»Girls, we have a problem!«

***

Melissa was lying on her back, her arm draped loosely around Gabriela who was cuddling against her. She couldn’t find sleep, but at the same time, she didn’t want to talk, though she was sure that the Portuguese was awake, too.

There would have been plenty of topics to discuss, of course: what would their attack on the mansion be like? Why were they working together with Sato, instead of using their newfound freedom to either arrest him themselves, or hand him over to the Spanish Police? And, most of all, what was it that had developed between the two of them?

»I am sure if I asked Gaby right now, she’d start by uttering ›Madre de Deus‹!«

Melissa had always considered herself straight, albeit a bit curious, but she had to admit that she did not just have friendly feelings for Gabriela. Seeing her naked had been – exciting, and now lying close to her wasn’t unpleasant either. And, as she had confessed earlier, she had thought of Gabriela when Sato’s massage had made her react to the rope between her legs…

Her hand brushed over Gabriela’s flank, and the girl sighed and cuddled closer, but still, she didn’t dare to say something, or to try to do more than caress her side under the thin sweater.

A few yards below, Babette was looking out of the car’s side window, where she could see a bit of the moon. Beside her, Sato had managed to force his body to fall into a light sleep, but though he had helped her to calm down by a tender foot massage, the girl was still fearful about what they soon would encounter, and she glimpsed towards the dashboard where Sato’s phone was connected to the power bank. It would signal once his mail to Carmen Vega had been answered, giving them a deadline for his daring plan.

Technically, his plan was taking a bone from a dangerous dog by distracting him by offering a treat. If one was fast enough, such things could work out – but it usually ended bad for the treat, and in Sato’s plan, this was Babette’s part.

»Maybe, I am really naïve, for not running away from him as fast as I can!«

***

When fetching the wine, Miranda had routinely looked at the incoming mail – and seen the new mail, sent from »A Friend in Boobs and Bondage«. Usually, she would have considered such things spam, but having just come from a cellar where they kept two naked, bound and gagged women, she had opened it.

Now, she, Inga and Kim stared at the video clip on which a frightened blonde was forced to strip by someone shouting at her with a hard accent, followed by the camera showing her stringently bound and gagged. Inga’s lips trembled, and her fists opened and closed, and Kim’s breath fluttered from her oppressing a gasp. They both had flashbacks of their own kidnappings, and it also reminded them with what people Carmen had connected, just to exact her revenge on Johanna.

»I wonder why he sent it to that account«, Miranda, the one the least affected, thought loudly. Carmen had used her late husband’s access to the darknet to contact Johanna’s abductors, but this was her official address. The next email was one from the orphanage, sending her the annual donation receipt for her tax declaration.

»M-maybe, it’s just a mean prank«, Inga croaked, but Miranda shook her head and pointed at the text of the mail:

»Whoever sent this knows that we have Johanna Müller! I mean, we could just accept his deal, but-«

»No!«, both Inga and Kim said in unison, and the Korean added:

»We have helped Carmen in punishing Johanna, and that was the farthest Inga or I were willing to go! But if we accept this offer, Johanna will end up – like we would have ended if it hadn’t been for Enrico Vega!«

Miranda thought about the obvious solutions: calling the cops wasn’t an option, and if she called back Carmen’s other employees, among them two ex-soldiers, they would have an advantage, but also more people who perhaps would not enjoy their palace revolution.

»I’ll write back, telling him that we accept and want to meet with him here by tomorrow morning at dawn!«

Before the others could protest, she explained her plan to them, and so, Inga and Kim allowed her to send the message. Then, they withdraw to discuss the details of Miranda’s plan.

The mail had prevented Miranda from checking on Carmen’s private account, too – and so, they missed the message from Ben, announcing his arrival at the mansion, an event Miranda sure would have called off otherwise.

***

Sato rose from his sleep when the mail was announced by a »Ping!«. Babette, who had managed to doze off finally, came to life with some grunts when he read the answer.

»Tomorrow at dawn! How dramatic! That leaves us some six hours – four for the other girls!«

The drowsy Babette shivered, and Sato deliberately misunderstood her reaction:

»Luckily, we have all we need to prepare some hot coffee! Please, wake up the others, I don’t think we will be able to fall asleep again anyway!«

The battery-driven water boiler only allowed him to prepare some insta coffee, but none of them complained as they sat together, sipping from it and studying the short answer. Only Sato was able to eat a little, and soon, they headed for the mansion in Sato’s car.

It was a walk of some half a mile to the point where they had detected the dead angle between the two cameras, and whilst Melissa and Gabriela put on their balaclavas, Sato positioned the watering gun on a branch fork, like a professional sniper.

»All right, it’s 3am now! Are you ready?«

Both Melissa and Gabriela nodded. They had stowed their equipment in small backpacks, and they held the blanket ready. Melissa looked at the barbed wire, and Gabriela whispered:

»When this is over, you owe me!«

Sato aimed and then sent a beam of water towards the fence. When it hit the wire, at first, nothing happened, but when he continued to spray at it, there was a small lightning and a crackling sound.

»Go!«. He whispered, and the girls sprinted forward, throwing the blanket over the top of the fence, allowing them to climb over the barbed wire. Each second, Melissa was sure that an alarm would raise, or some automatic firing system would set off, but she managed to land on the ground on the other side, and when she looked up, she could see Gabriela beside her. Since this was not the time for long Goodbyes, they rushed forward and hid behind a bush from where they had a look at the now dark mansion.

»Now, what do you consider? Wait for dawn, or see what the area looks like?«

Gabriela shrugged. She felt for the gun in her belt, and it gave her the confidence she needed to answer the question:

»Well, if Sato’s plan shall have a chance, we should know how many enemies are there!«

***

Johanna pushed her toes against the floor, biting down on her gag as she pushed herself upwards the little her bonds allowed. She knew that she would pay a hard price, but the constant sitting on the edge, though it was thinly padded by the towel, had made her feel numb between her legs. She shrieked and staggered as her labia parted from her seat, sending painful tingles through her womb as the circulation sat in again. In addition, her movement caused the Spanish Horse to slightly rock, and once she had sunk back, she got an involuntary and not too gentle massage by the slight movement.

A few yards away, Carmen was writhing in her bonds, but to no avail. Her position was perhaps more comfortable, but nevertheless, she was helpless. She looked at Johanna and mewed, and it wasn’t clear whether she wanted to try communicating or was just expressing her frustration.

»I wonder what the problem is Miranda has been talking about!«

As on keyword, the door opened, and Miranda stepped in, followed by the others. Instead of their trademark bikinis, they now had changed: Miranda sported a short black dress with a white frilly apron, making her look like a waitress or maid, whilst Kim wore a tight black spandex suit. Inga had changed the most, wearing a black coat that reached to her knees, matching boots and a black hat. In her hand, she held a riding crop, and she looked like a cartoon villainess.

»You may be pleased to hear that we found a solution to our problem! However, we decided that you shall be surprised by it!«

Miranda stepped over to a corner where a metal sarcophagus was standing. On the pressing of a button, the front part swung open, and Johanna mmphed when she could look inside: the inside of the door had hundreds of long, vicious-looking nails on it.

»an Iron Maiden!«, she thought. To her horror, Carmen was released from the Andreas’ Cross and pulled over to the contraption where she was strapped inside by more than a dozen leather belts, fixing her to the backside and rendering her immobile. Two straps went above and below her breasts, a third over her waist, and each of her arms was secured at wrists, elbows and shoulders whilst no less than six belts went over Carmen’s legs. One strap went over her neck, and a final one over her forehead, denying her even to move her head.

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«, Johanna protested when Miranda closed the Iron Maiden’s door. Carmen, who had been surprisingly quiet when she had been strapped inside, also mewed – a sound that was abruptly cut off when the door closed. Miranda held her ear to the box and nodded.

»All save and sound! Now, for you, Johanna!«

Johanna got the collar with the chain attached to it cuffed around her neck, and then, her ankles were released. She staggered and whimpered when she dismounted the Spanish Horse, but Inga just cuffed her ankles whilst Kim held the leash. Miranda meanwhile cleaned Johanna’s glasses before putting them on her nose again.

»Let’s go!«

With Kim tugging on the leash, Johanna had little choice than to follow her captors. They at least walked slow enough for her cuffed ankles, and they even helped her up the stairs. The trip went to what looked like a small office, and Miranda switched on a screen. It was a video camera, showing the entrance area of the areal.

»We are expecting a visitor who has asked for you – but don’t worry, he may look at you, but will not be allowed to touch you!«

She opened a metal cupboard and handed a small gun to Inga who hid it in her boot. Miranda put a similar one into the pocket of her apron, and Kim grabbed an assault rifle that looked gigantic in the petite girl’s hands.

***

Sato had insisted that Babette stayed at the car; he had taken the key with him, but she could have walked away, and with enough of a head start, she could have made it to the next village. However, she was still there as the Japanese sat down on the driver’s seat.

»They are inside – and so far, I didn’t hear any shots or screams! Now, our part begins!«

Babette nodded with a despondent look. Sato drove back to a small secluded parking lot and they both left the car.

»Strip!«, he ordered, and Babette had to involuntarily chuckle at how he managed to sound like a professional White Slaver. She took off her short dress and though Sato had seen her naked before, she felt a bit awkward.

»I think there’s no chance for me to keep my panties?«

The Japanese shook his head.

»We are creating an illusion, like a magician! And one of the main things a good illusion needs-«

»Is distraction!«, Babette sighed, hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled down the garment, handing it to Sato who instead gave her a pair of black boots. They looked fancy, but, as he had explained to her, they had flat heels and thus would allow her to run if required. Whilst she put them on, Sato cut several lengths of rope.

»Now, let me see, Babette-Chan!«

She forced herself to stand straight, her hands on her hips, and to whirl around as he looked at her in nothing but the boots. Nodding approvingly, he handed her a small can.

»What’s that?«

»A lubricant! It will make applying the crotch rope a bit more comfortable!«

Babette gasped, shuddering from the memory of the tight rope between her legs, but when Sato discreetly looked aside, she applied some of the cream to her pubic area and cleft.

»So, you had this lube all the time – even when we filmed the scene of me with that damn rope inside me?«

Sato grinned apologetically.

»Now that you say it, we could indeed have used it – well, maybe next time!«

He slung a long rope around her neck, taking care her hair didn’t get trapped, and tied some knots in it before threading it between her legs and up her spine where he put it through her neck rope, knotting it off. The rope was snug, but not tight, but Babette knew that this would soon change.

A second rope was threaded through the mesh built by two knots at her throat and at her navel, and when Sato parted the mesh, it framed her breasts, and the ropes between her legs tightened, though the lubricant indeed helped that they didn’t hurt when they tried to find a way inside her. It felt very irritating, nevertheless.

»Now, please, put your elbows together, as close as you can!«

The rope was wrapped around them and then cinched. Sato put his hands on her shoulders and explained:

»I tied the knots in a way they will come off if you pull hard on them! Do you want to try?«

Babette did, and though she needed some strength, her elbows indeed parted after a few seconds. Sato reapplied the rope and warned:

»Now, please, don’t struggle anymore, or your bondage won’t look convincing once we arrive!«

A third rope was used to tie her wrists in a similar way, and Babette panted. The wrist bonds were tolerable, but the rope had been threaded through her rope harness, creating a second mesh now framing her belly button. Now, the crotch rope had disappeared between her labia, and she blushed all over when Sato admired his work. He  even tightened it a little more, so one of the knots was now directly over her clit.

»If you sway your hips when walking, it’s almost like a tender massage!«

He admired her thrust out breasts, but didn’t seem completely satisfied. From another bag, he produced a short chain with clamps on both ends. Babette groaned.

»More distraction?«

Sato nodded gravely and placed the clamps on her nipples, causing her to gasp.

»Ouch! Can’t we fake these, too?«

»Thanks for reminding me of gagging you, Babette-Chan!«

When he balled up her panties together with Gabriela’s, forming a sizeable ball, Babette protested:

»We are only faking, did you forget? There’s no need to put these back into my mouth again!«

Sato placed his hand on the back of her head and held the panties so close she could sense they still had quite some fragrance left.

»If our plan succeeds, this is the last time I will have to gag you! So, I want to do a good job – and also enjoy it!«

»I thought you like talking to me!«, Babette pouted. Sato surprised her by kissing her cheek.

»I do – and if we succeed, there will maybe more occasions where we can talk – but none where I can gag you!«

With a sigh, she opened her mouth, and though he tried to be gentle, she had to retch as he worked all of the entangled silk deep into her oral cavity, causing her cheeks to bulge. He then tied a Nylon stocking tightly between her lips. Babette breathed through her nose as he gathered her hair and tied it into a loose ponytail. Placing his left under her chin, he made her bite down hard on her gag before he wrapped her lips with some ten rounds of transparent tape. When he let her go, Babette could not lower her jaw anymore, and when he begged her to try to scream, all that came out was some chortles and a high-pitched whimper.

»Now, we stand a chance!«

He assisted her in getting onto the passenger seat, and, to make things even more convincing, he not only fastened the seat belt, but also leashed her knees with a belt and pulled an opaque hood over her head. Before he sat behind the wheel, he put the gun-shaped lighter into his belt. Another distraction, for it would force their opponents to look at him.

»In one hour, this is all over, Babette-Chan!«

»Gllggg!«

»If you say so! Anyway, I will talk to Johanna and see whether she’s okay with giving you another foot massage! Now, just remember to keep your elbows together until I say ›Run!‹!«

***

According to Gabriela’s watch, it was 4:37 am – another 30 minutes until dawn. Already, the sky had changed from black to dark blue, and the stars were beginning to vanish. She looked if she could see Melissa who soon would have to approach.

They had carefully encircled the bungalow, and to their relief, there had been no loose watch dogs or armed guards. In fact, except for a bird bathing in the swimming pool, there had been no one. There had been only one lit window, but the curtains had been closed, and so, Melissa had decided:

»Gaby, you go to the pine on the hill close to the entrance! It’s a perfect hideout, and we have to be prepared if Sato appears early! Even if they«, she pointed at the house, »try to hide there, too, we already have that spot and can defend it! I will try to see if I can figure out how many they are! See you in 20 minutes!«

Gabriela hadn’t liked the idea of separating, but she had obeyed and had positioned herself at the pine where a small hollow behind one of the roots offered cover and allowed her to vanish. From here, she could hit any target at the door that was just some 50 yards away.

***

Melissa held the knife in her right as she sneaked towards the lit window. Now, she could see that there was a gap between the curtains, and though she could hear no sound from inside, she could see moving shadows, indicating that some people were behind the curtain.

There was a bush on one side that covered her back, and she slowly rose, so she could peek inside the room. Melissa oppressed a gasp when her eyes fell on a pair of thrust-out breasts and a triangle of pubic hair, separated by a tight white corset. The naked woman was partially covered by a woman with black hair sporting a maid’s outfit, but when she moved, she could see that the lower half of her face was covered by a leather mask. Above, there was a pair of black rimmed glasses, and this, together with the blonde curls, told Melissa she had found Johanna Müller.

Inside the room were two more women, a tallish blonde in a black coat that must feel uncomfortable inside the house, and a petite Asian in a tight black spandex suit. To Melisssa’s amazement, the latter was wielding an assault rifle, and now, she was nodding towards the black haired one and leaving the room!

»Fuck!«

Even without sound, it was clear that this woman should man some place from where she could take the entrance under fire. What if she chose the tree where Gabriela was hiding? But even if the Asian, not limited by the range of a pistol, would go somewhere else, she would be a terrible threat – if Melissa could not neutralize her before!

Sato had equipped each of them with several zip ties and a roll of duct tape, just in case they would have to overpower an opponent and restrain him. She took two of the cable binder into her left and then listened for the opening of the main door.

The Asian remained on the gravel path, thus making enough noise for Melissa to sneak soundlessly over the grass, trying to get closer to the girl. 15 yards, ten, five. Melissa tightened the grip on her knife, and she looked over her shoulder, to make sure that none of the others was following them.

In a swift move, she darted forward and slung her left arm around the girl’s neck. The Asian gasped, but before she could even think of struggling or screaming, the blade appeared in front of her eyes, glistering in the dim light.

»No sound! Drop the gun!«

The girl obeyed, and Melissa ordered her to put her hands behind her back. To tie her wrists, she had to loosen the grip on the Asian’s throat, and suddenly, things happened very quickly.

A hand clawed into her crotch, and at the same time, the back of the Asian’s head hit her chin. Melissa grunted, and all of a sudden, the girl was no longer in her grip, and a punch hit her solar plexus, driving the wind out of her lungs.

»Ugh!«

Something painfully hit Melissa’s carotid artery, and she could see the Asian’s face like an epiphany before everything went black.

***

»So far, everything went well!«

Sato had reached the asphalted path that led directly to the main door. He slowed down to 10 mph, so he could see if there was already a reception committee. So far, they were alone, and the automatic door was still closed.

Babette made a small sound under her hood when Sato removed the belt from around her knees. She trembled, and her chest heaved.

»I will remove the hood once we are inside and have left the car! And as said, if I yell ›Run!‹, you run out of the areal and hide somewhere! No further heroism!«

Babette nodded, hoping that her heroism would not cause her to slip if she was running. Sato brushed over her hooded cheek.

»The door is opening!«

Once the opening was big enough, Sato rolled forward, stopping on the doorstep. Thus, they would not be able to close the door behind them. He put out the lights so he could adjust to the dark and looked. At a tree, he could see a black figure and he left the car, opening his jacket so his fake gun was visible even from afar.

»Stay where you are! I can hear you from here!«, a female voice shouted, and Sato responded:

»I brought what I offered – but where’s your part of the deal?«

He knew that this was a critical moment – they could shoot him right now, without him even seeing Johanna for one last time. However, from the dark, another figure materialized. It was a woman in a maid’s outfit, and she pulled another woman behind her. Sato oppressed the urge to lick his lips when he saw the thrust out breasts and the thatch of pubic hair. Except for when the helicopter had flown over his head, he hadn’t seen Johanna naked before – and it was her! Since she was still some 80 yards away and also gagged, he couldn’t tell whether she had also recognized him.

He went for the car’s side door and unfastened Babette’s seat belt.

»The games have started!«, he hissed, and, following his intuition, he used the nipple chain to force the girl out of the car. Then, he pulled off the hood and grabbed the girl’s scalp.

»As I promised, blonde and busty – and also ten years younger!«

Babette cringed and whimpered, and he hoped that she was just playing her role. As he had hoped, the two women now approached a bit, pulling the leashed Johanna after them. Carmen Vega sported a black coat and a hat, and Sato thought that she had looked smaller on the photos on her website.

»Freeze! Hit the ground!«

From behind a pine tree, suddenly a black clad figure appeared, aiming at the little group. Despite her wearing a balaclava, Sato knew it was Gabriela, and he wondered where Melissa was when suddenly, Gabriela seemed to jump forward. The gun flew from her hand, and she landed heavily on the ground. Sato saw the petite figure behind her.

»Run!«, he yelled and pushed against Babette’s back. He threw himself into the other direction, and a moment later, a bullet hit the spot where he had been standing.

He stared at Johanna who was making a few steps towards him, but was pulled back sharply by her leash. Again, a bullet hit the ground very close to him, and Sato zigzagged behind his car.

Gabriela had recovered from the attack and wanted to grab her gun when a heavy boot stepped onto her wrist. A gun pointed at her face, and she looked at the face of a blonde woman that just shook her head.

»Don’t even think about it!«

Sato ducked behind his car and could see Babette who had freed her arms run down the road. She suddenly was very well lit, and he now could see the lights of a car approach. Who the hell was that?

It was actually two cars, and when the passenger door of one sprung open, Sato could see the silhouette of a man. He threw himself to the side, and the shot only grazed his arm. The car came to a halt, and before the man could aim better, Sato sprinted towards the dark.

What saved him was Babette who stumbled towards the man, vigorously shaking her head and waving her arms.

»Mhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

There suddenly were more men, and a few shots were fired. A strong hand grabbed her arm, and Babette looked up to a black man in a suit that had a gun in his right. Again, she tried to convince him that this was not what he thought it was, but he just pulled her with her as they approached the gate still blocked by Sato’s car.

The distraction had made Inga remove her foot from Gabriela’s wrist, and the Portuguese had punched her. As she tried to get her gun, the two started a brawl and were rolling over the grass. Miranda stared at two armed men approaching her, and she thought of drawing her gun when she saw that they were already aiming at her. She dropped the leash as she raised her hands.

Kim, still holding the assault rifle, had seen the lights coming, and when they approaching men had fired at Sato, she had thought it was perhaps a Police team. She had hesitated whether to throw away the gun, run away or open fire – and that second had been one second too long. There was a »Phup!« sound, and a bright lightning exploded, blinding her. The rifle was knocked from her hands, and she was thrown to the ground, with a heavy knee landing on her back. Kim tried to kick the man, and she hit him hard enough to cause him to grunt, but when a second threw himself onto her legs, they didn’t need long to secure her wrists and ankles with zip ties.

The whole scene hadn’t lasted longer than a minute, and the perplexed Miranda now could see yet another man slowly approach her. He was tall, and she recognized him even before he spoke to her in his dark voice:

»Miranda, how nice to see you again! What a strange welcome after all the time! Where’s Carmen, and what is this all about?«

He didn’t seem to wait for an answer as he observed his men clearing the scene. Two stood at the entrance, looking out if Sato would try to return, and one was holding the naked blonde who had miraculously freed her arms in a vice grip. Two more had just finished tying up Kim, and the sixth henchmen was watching the catfight between Inga and Gabriela, obviously amused, but a gun in his hand.

Ben let his eyes wander over Johanna who had staggered and now knelt in front of him. She had recognized Sato when he had spoken, and then, before she could even think about doing anything, hell had broken loose.

Miranda had told her that they wanted to free the woman that had been offered as a price for her, trying to shoo or necessary kill the man who would bring her. But the man had been Sato, and now, there was a bunch of men that had not been part of the plan, and for sure were not on Sato’s side!

Their leader, a tall man with grey hair that sported an expensive looking suit and seemed the only one unarmed now focussed Miranda again:

»You still haven’t answered my question – and the more I see, the more further questions I have! Why don’t we all get inside and have a little talk?«

***