Penitence 16

The Police Department of Ferrol was a modern building, and thus, Sato’s cell also befitted modern standards. It was clean, the toilet was behind a sight barrier, and, most of all, instead of a barred hole near the ceiling, it had a real window. Of course, this could not be opened and consisted of thick acrylic glass, but it allowed him to look at the Department’s yard where he could watch a few men preparing a van. Sato could see one of them wear a bulletproof vest and a helmet, and another one carried an assault rifle.

»Seems they took my warning serious!«

Of course, he couldn’t say whether this wasn’t just a training exercise, or if there had been a riot somewhere that had nothing to do with Johanna’s kidnapping, but when he once spotted Alvarez on the yard, he was sure that these preparations were meant for visiting the mansion.

»If only they would hurry up a bit!«

The rational part of his mind appreciated the meticulous preparations, but he was also impatient. Since he had sacrificed his freedom for the greater good, all he could do was watch from the distance. He looked at his watch; they had searched him rather superficially, had only taken his pocketknife and his phone, but left him with his watch and even some 20 Euro in cash.

»That’s three hours since I handed myself in! In this time, I could have failed at least two rescue missions!«

***

Down in the cellar, Ben waited until all those who could were looking at him. Melissa panted, knowing that Kim who was pressing against her chest would recognizee it, and Gabriela stared at him with widened eyes. Miranda was also nervous, as he had spoken of the »four non blondes«, which included her, too.

»Miranda, get over there«, he finally ordered, pointing at the middle of the room. The Spaniard obeyed, and he told her to remove her shoes. With a slightly puzzled expression, she obeyed, and Ben let his eyes wander over her outfit.

»Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?«

»P-pantyhose!«

»Good! Take it off!«

The skirt of Miranda’s dress was rather tight, and thus, it took her some fumbling to reach under it and to pull down the Nylon garment without exposing her crotch. She blushed, and she repeatedly sent nervous glances to Ben, but finally, she held the crumpled pantyhose in her hand.

Ben took it and formed a tight ball out of it. Raising an eyebrow, he stated:

»Too small! I need your panties, too!«

Miranda hesitated, but when he was about to open his mouth again, she once again reached under her skirt. For some 30 seconds, all that could be heard was her panting, accompanied by the rustling of her fingers under the skirt. Then, she peeled her white lacy panties down her legs and, her cheeks crimson red, handed them to Ben who ostentatiously sniffed on them before turning them inside out and wrapping them around the pantyhose ball. Then, he gave an order in the French dialect, and two of his henchmen approached Inga.

One of them grabbed the Swede’s scalp and pulled her head backwards, so she grunted and had to stare at the ceiling whilst her sitting astride Johanna meant that she pressed her breasts against the other’s face, almost pushing the glasses from her nose. The other man doubled a piece of rope and slung it around her waist, forming a noose. The end, he pushed between her legs from the front, causing Inga to squirm and to curse in Swedish. The cursing turned into a groan when the men pulled the rope tightly between her labia and cleft whilst his comrade still forced Inga’s head backwards. Ben gave another order, and he grabbed her chin, forcing his thumb and index fingers against the girl’s cheeks.

»Now, she can’t bite anymore! So, Miranda, you can do us the favour of gagging Inga! She won’t be able to hurt you!«

He handed her the balled up panties and pantyhose. Inga screamed and doubled her efforts to break free, grinding over Johanna’s lap and rubbing her boobs over her face. Miranda was reluctant, but she saw no alternative to approaching the gasping and drooling mouth of Inga, and to push the wad between her lips. Inga’s curses got muffled, and on Ben’s order, Miranda worked the gag deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. The one holding the crotch rope gave it another yank; then, with the help of his comrade, he brought the ends over Inga’s mouth and knotted them off, so the ropes cut into the corners of her mouth. When they let Inga go, she could not raise her head anymore, and she had to arch her back in a hideous bow. Her breasts were thrust out, forcing Johanna to lean back to not have her nipples touch her glasses. She grunted and whimpered, and when Ben approached and kissed her lips, she fumed with helpless rage.

One of the henchmen sealed her gag with a few pieces of tape, and they then withdrew from the trembling Swede.

»So, with this done, we can take care of the others! What have we got here?«

He approached the kneeling Gabriela who forced herself not to whimper as he brushed through her hair. Melissa protested through her gag and shook her head as his hand wandered down to her breasts, fondling them. Ben removed his hand and stepped back.

»Is she your friend?«

Melissa nodded, trying to express as much dignity and severeness as her position allowed. Ben stepped over to her and grabbed Kim’s long braid, using the tassel to brush over Melissa’s face.

»What about our little Martial Arts fighter here – is she a friend of yours, too?«

Reflexively, Melissa shook her head. Kim had knocked her out and tied her up, thus weakening their position. Without her, they would perhaps had a chance of escaping Ben. One second later, she realized that Ben not being Kim’s friend didn’t mean he was hers.

»So, we have two friends and two enemies, combined in three girls, all together in this room! This brings me to an idea!«

All three girls were freed from their bonds and had to introduce themselves to Ben before they were made to line up against one of the walls, guarded by two men who had drawn their guns. Melissa had to stand on the right side, her being 5’7’’, whilst 5’5’’ stood beside her, and 5’1’’ Kim on the left. Ben recited a nursery rhyme before his index finger pointed at Kim.

»Kim, do you think you can fight Melissa, fair and square?«

The Korean glanced at him with her almond eyes.

»I could fight you fair and square, and I wouldn’t even begin to sweat!«

Ben surprised her by slightly bowing towards her.

»Deal – under one condition!«

Kim just stood motionless, and Ben continued:

»We are fighting for clothes! Each hit costs the other one a piece of garment! The first one naked loses! Shoes don’t count, and I will also take off my jacket, to make things a bit fairer!«

He handed his jacket to Miranda who accepted her role as a servant, trying to draw as little attention as possible. When he had kicked off his shoes, Kim did the same, and the captives watched with disbelief as they both bowed to each other before Kim attacked. She knew that Ben was older, and she held a brown belt in Taekwondo. Her only disadvantage was reach, but she could usually compensate that with speed.

Ben surprised both her and his audience by dodging her attack and hitting her shoulder. The punch hadn’t been hard, but Kim seemed startled. When Ben made an inviting gesture, she took off one of her white sports socks.

This time, she waited for Ben to attack, and she managed to block his right and land a counterattack that was blocked by him. Ben jumped backwards, but when doing so, his left leg darted forward, and she ran into it.

»That’s your other sock, Kim! And I can see you are wearing no bra under that tight suit! So, my next hit will be – revealing!«

For a while, they both encircled each other. Kim now realized that she had made the mistake of underestimating her opponent. Ben was maybe twice her age, but that didn’t mean he was an old man, and he definitely was skilled. Her confidence ceased, and this allowed Ben to hit her once again – not hard, but it definitely counted.

Feeling the humiliation of both defeat and getting exposed, she opened the zipper of her spandex suit and wriggled it off, rendering her naked except for her black thong. Despite what she had said earlier, a fine film of perspiration covered her skin.

»Not much quantity, but definitely quality!«, ben commented. Kim attacked without waiting for him to get into fighting position, hitting his thigh. Ben smiled and slowly took off his tie.

»Since you are finally taking this serious, I have an additional offer to make! If Melissa and Gabriela agree, they can keep you in the game by sacrificing one of their clothes instead of you having to take off your panties! If they agree, they have to take off their shoes!«

Melissa’s jaw dropped when Gabriela took off her sneakers.

»What? She’s got a chance, he will get tired sooner or later!«

With a sigh, Melissa also took off her shoes. Kim glanced at them, as if to express that she needed no compassion. Then, she attacked again, using the same strategy than before. Ben let her come and dodged, and when Kim pivoted, he landed a punch at her stomach that drew the wind out of her lungs. Kim wheezed whilst, on a gesture from Ben, Gabriela took off one of her socks.

The battle went on quite one-sided, and when both Melissa and Gabriela stood there in their bra and panties, Ben had only lost his socks and shirt. His tight T-Shirt showed he was quite muscular, and though he was sweating, too, he looked fitter and more confident than the panting Korean who seemed to have given up the hope of winning already.

Her next attack got Kim’s wrist grabbed by Ben, and he twisted her arm onto her back, sending a painful stray through her shoulder as she tried to break free. However, Ben held her right arm locked in a vice grip and whenever Kim twitched, he increased the pressure. Whimpering, she slapped onto the ground, and Ben grinned.

»Are you giving up? You know, the winner takes it all!«

»Yes! I give up!«. The Korean hissed after he twisted her arm a little more. Ben kept her in his grip and ordered her to take off her panties. Wheezing, and with only her left, the girl peeled down her thong, revealing a hairless middle. Still, Ben didn’t let her go.

»All means all, Kim! Please, strip the others, too!«

When he once again distorted her shoulder, Kim could not oppress a whimper, and this caused Gabriela to step forward as she was ordered to. She had to squat so Kim could reach up for the clasp of her bra, and Gabriela reflexively crossed her arms over her exposed breasts.

»34B!«, an aching Kim read from the label, and Ben ordered Gabriela to fold her hands behind her head. When the Black aimed at Melissa, she obeyed, blushing like a beetroot. However, worse was to come as Kim, acting a bit clumsily with only one hand, had to peel down her lacy panties, rendering her naked.

Next was Melissa who endured getting taken her bra off and Kim announcing she was a 34C. With her hands behind her head, she steeled herself for the final stripping, but Ben had different plans and said towards Kim:

»This time, use your mouth!«

»No! Neveraaaaauuhhh!«

The flames shooting through her shoulder convinced Kim to do as told, and Melissa couldn’t blame the helpless Korean. She gritted her teeth and looked at Gabriela, trying to ignore as Kim took a bit of her panties’ waistband between her teeth and pulled them down her shapely legs.

Only now, Ben let her go. Kim massaged her burning shoulder, and it showed that she was defeated. When he ordered her to once again pick up Melissa’s panties, turn them inside out and gag herself with them, she obeyed, only retching a bit at the taste, for Melissa had now been wearing them for more than two days.

»I think you need some extra packing!«

He handed her one of his socks, and though she retched and her cheeks ballooned, Kim crammed it into her oral cavity, above the cotton panties. Ben tied his necktie between her lips, pulling it tight so it pressed the gag even deeper into her throat before knotting it off.

Ben took a long piece of rope and stepped behind Kim. He placed the rope over her nape and crossed it between her small breasts before bringing the ends back and knotting them off below her shoulder blades. Folding her arms behind her back, he used the dangling ends to tie her forearms in a parallel position. Still, the long ends dangled almost to Kim’s ankles.

Whilst he tied the girl’s legs at her thighs, above and below the knees, her ankles and finally her big toes, Melissa and Gabriela got their hands cuffed behind their backs and were positioned face to face, but with some yard between them. A chain was fixed to Gabriela’s handcuff chain and threaded through an eyelet at the ceiling, forcing her to raise her arms and to bend forward as the blonde henchman pulled. The chain was led through a second eyelet and then fixed to Melissa’s cuffed hands. When the man let the chain go, they found that they could lower their arms again, as the chain was too long to be tight.

Relief was short-lived, though, as the men now tied their ankles to the ends of two four feet bars, forcing them to stand with spread legs. Ben, who had finished tying up Kim’s legs, told his men, this time in English:

»Finish Kim’s gag – I will do that to the others myself!«

In his hand, he held what looked like a ball gag, but with the straps sewn to one side instead to both sides of the ball. On the other side was a small ring.

»Since Gabriela’s your friend, you sure won’t mind!«

Melissa offered no resistance when he gagged her with Gabriela’s panties he had turned inside out before. She retched a little when he added one of the Portuguese’s socks before securing everything by tightly buckling the ball gag on top. Melissa panted through her nose, trying to cope with the gag touching the back of her throat.

Ben had a second of these gags, and he threaded the two rings through each other, so the gag was dangling from Melissa’s lips. Gabriela looked at her despondently and her lips formed »I love you!« before it was her turn to be gagged. Ben started with Kim’s thong, adding the Korean’s socks on top, so Gabriela’s mouth was filled to capacity.

Both girls then had to bend forward, so Ben could strap the second ball gag behind Gabriela’s head. Not only did the ball force the gag deeper into her mouth, the two girls were now forced into a permanent involuntary kiss. When their soft lips brushed over each other, both thought that this wasn’t the worst part of their bondage.

»Just a few more touches! Isn’t it lucky that our host has got everything we need right here? It’s just as if she has been expecting us!«

He took four narrow belts and tied one around each girl’s waist, pulling them so tight they gasped and mewed. Worse was to come when he used number three and four to lash their elbows together. When he adorned their nipples with metal clamps, the little addition of pain hardly bothered the suffering girls.

He turned his attention to Kim whose face was now wrapped with duct tape from nose to chin and around her head multiple times. Ben’s second sock had been pressed over her lips before, and she was wheezing. When she was made to stand, the girl staggered as the tension in her muscles made her leg ties even tighter.

»Don’t worry, you may join your friends, too!«

Deliberately slowly, and obviously enjoying Kim could do nothing about it, he parted her cleft and pushed the ropes dangling from her tied arms between her legs, until he could reach them with his other hand he had pushed between her legs from the front.

»Nnggg! Mph!«

Ben pulled the slack out, then dropped the ropes to tie another piece around Kim’s knees, leaving the ends dangle. With the help of the Black, they then positioned the Korean between Gabriela and Melissa, fixing her big toes to the centre of Gabriela’s spreader bar.

Kim was lying on her back, but was forced to bend her legs as Ben grabbed the ropes tied around her knees and threaded them through Gabriela’s waist belt. The ends were pulled between her splayed legs and through her belt above her cleft, and when Ben tightened the rope, it bisected Gabriela’s crotch and Kim also groaned when her knees were pulled upwards, so her heels were lifted from the floor.

Ben slung the ropes over Gabriela’s handcuffs before tying them off to her belt, the knots out of reach for her fingers. Then, he bent down to Kim and grabbed her long braid.

»Uuuhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Despite her weak resistance, he forced Kim into a sitting position, so she had to stare at Gabriela’s crotch-roped middle. The Korean cringed when a drop landed on her own crotch, and she realized it was some drool from either Melissa’s or Gabriela’s mouth.

Ben still held her braid, and when Melissa started to squirm and moan, Kim at first didn’t get what was happening, but then, she also screamed through her gag. Ben was threading her own hair through Melissa’s belt and between her legs, turning her own scalp into a crotch rope. It tore on her, and the thought that her precious hair was now in direct contact with another woman’s labia and cleft was maddening. Though it increased both her and Meissa’s distress, she pulled and squirmed, albeit unable to stop Ben from slinging the end over Melissa’s handcuffs and securing the braid with a zip tie.

»Jean, a hand please!«

The Black took the chain dangling between the two eyelets and pulled it downwards, forcing both Melissa and Gabriela to raise their arms uncomfortably, and adding strain to their crotch ropes. Kim joined their muffled squeals as Ben pulled her crotch rope upwards and took care it cut deep into her labia before tying it off to the chain held by Jean.

»Now, you may struggle all you want!«, Ben announced, playfully slapping Melissa’s buttocks. He turned around to Miranda who had watched the girls’ ordeal as if it was a terrible show.

»Now, only you are left!«

Miranda opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the door was opened, and one of Ben’s other henchmen appeared.

»Boss! There’s Police at the door!«

***

Inspector Criminal Alvarez felt uncomfortable in the thick Kevlar vest he was wearing. However, whilst he had insisted on accompanying the SWAT team, the team leader had insisted on him wearing protection gear, too.

When they arrived at the door, five armed and armoured Policemen plus himself in a van, Alvarez had to admit that the man standing beside two expensive looking cars on the other side indeed looked as if he was the gorilla of a criminal. In addition, he had never seen him before on the two occasions he had visited Carmen Vega’s mansion.

Before he could ring the bell, he saw a woman walk down the path. She was wearing a short black dress, and she walked a bit as if she had forgotten to take out her vibrator. She showed a smile that looked strained even over the distance.

»Officer! What leads you here?«

Alvarez cleared his throat. His vest indicated that he hadn’t come to exchange polite phrases, as did the two men with assault rifles crouching behind the van’s doors, aiming at the bodyguard.

»We have a report about illegal activities going on at Senora Vega’s property! For your own safety, we recommend you to let us see that everything is all right!«

The woman, a Spaniard, seemed to think for a few moments before she replied:

»S-Senora Vega’s not at home, she w-will return tomorrow! She – she will call you as soon as she is back!«

»Senorita, I have to insist-«

»Sorry, I have my orders! Unless you have a search warrant, I have to beg you to leave!«

Alvarez sighed. It was that woman’s right to deny him access without an official warrant, and though he had already asked for one, the Public Prosecutor’s Office always needed some time, and he would not get the warrant before the evening.

»You haven’t seen me for the last time!«, he stated, watching as the woman left for the mansion, still slightly staggering. He wondered if she was drunk or on drugs, but without the warrant, that was not of his business, too.

»What now?«, the SWAT leader asked, and Alvarez knew that he had to show he was a capable leader, or he would be the butt of the joke for a long time.

»Withdraw for about 50 yards, so you are out of reach for pistols, but they can see we are still here! I will call for reinforcements to swarm out and surround the areal! I doubt that they will try to leave on foot, but just in case! They are trapped, and if they try to run, we are ready, and then, we don’t have to wait for a warrant!«

He could see in the man’s eyes that he had found the right words. Even if this turned out to be a terrible misunderstanding, he had not taken risks and respected the laws whilst at the same time taking any precaution if there was really a crime going on.

»Maybe, if we really catch a few criminals without anyone getting severely harmed, I might indeed get a promotion!«

***

»That was good, you are a born actress!«

Ben stood in the entrance of the house, waiting for Miranda who was escorted by Jean. He plucked the small microphone from her lapel through which he had overheard the conversation with the Police. Before he had sent Miranda out, he had told her that Jean would shoot her if she said something wrong or tried to escape.

Miranda looked at the man with a strained expression that only partially resulted in her inner tension. Before she had been sent to talk to the Police, Ben had lifted her skirt and applied an extremely tight crotch rope on her, »to remind her on every step who’s in charge«. And indeed, the ropes sawed through her soft flesh on every step, causing her slight staggering.

Another henchman who kept an eye on the road reported that the Police’s van had only withdrawn some 50 yards. Ben nodded; he hadn’t expected anything else, he was just surprised about the fast arrival of the cops.

According to Miranda’s report, the man who had delivered Babette to them had been a criminal, too – so, if he had gone to the Police, he would have been arrested, too. So, Ben had guessed that they could stay at the mansion until dusk and then leave. Now, however, they were already under siege, and soon, there would be more than just one Police car.

»At least, we are in a civilized country! They will sure play by the rules!«

Ben guessed that sooner or later (rather sooner, given the early arrival of the first car), the Police would surround the areal. He doubted that they would get over the fence before the Officer had once again tried to get access via the search warrant – but that could happen any hour now, and by then, the fence would only stop them for a minute.

Of course, they could entrench themselves in the mansion; his men were trained mercenaries, and he was neither a coward nor a weakling either. However, Ben had no intention to die because of a raid of which he wasn’t even the primary reason. The Police had come because of Carmen’s abduction of Johanna, and maybe because of the later shenanigans of Miranda and the other girls, but his part in the whole thing was too small for him to willingly die for.

»How about we just get into the cars and drive off?«, Jean proposed. »I mean, they won’t shoot first, and even if they do, the cars are armoured!«

Ben shook his head.

Even if we pass this first barrier, they can hunt us down before we reach the border – and they can also cooperate with the Spaniards!«

For a moment, he considered climbing over the fence before the siege ring had closed, but whilst he was sure that they would be able to make it to somewhere where his riches could get them cars and everything, he had no intention of leaving the girls behind.

»If Fortuna offers you something on a silver tray, take it and defend it! I lived after this credo for decades, and I won’t stop now!«

Though he wasn’t a religious man and considered Fortuna as little more than a metaphor, Ben looked up to the sky. In the distance, he saw a little plane. Was this already the Police, ready to observe them, or just a hobby pilot?

»Wait a minute!«

A wolfish grin appeared on Ben’s face, and Jean looked at his boss with some anticipation. Of course, he and the others served him because he paid well – but Ben wasn’t just one of those businessmen who could only fight by financial transactions. Ben was able to roll up his sleeves and stand for himself if necessary. And he always found a solution for problematic situations.

Ben turned towards Miranda who was leaning against the wall, panting as if she had just run a mile. He could read her problems as if they were written on her forehead: she desperately wanted to remove the crotch rope, but didn’t dare to lift her skirt with the men watching, and she also didn’t dare to leave for the bathroom without permission. Also, she was severely exhausted, but if she had sat down, the ropes would cut even deeper into her flesh, and so, she leaned against the wall, trying to find a more or less convenient position.

He stepped opposite her and leaned against the wall with his left to trap her. With his right, he gently brushed over her cheek.

»You really did great when you dealt with the Police! They will come back, but you bought us some precious hours, and that’s all you could do!«

Miranda stared at him with eyes like saucers, and she let out a small sigh. Ben kept up his smile and continued caressing her cheek.

»This rope hurts terribly, doesn’t it?«

Miranda panted as his hand, still gentle, wandered down over her breasts and belly, down to her knee. He pushed his right under her skirt, and she gasped when she felt his hand on her naked pubic mound. When he hooked his index finger into her crotch rope, she whimpered and involuntarily reared up her pelvis.

»I am sure you would do almost everything to get this off«, he whispered, slightly pulling on the rope, sending strays of pain through Miranda’s womb. She trembled, and when Ben’s other hand cupped her breast, she offered no resistance.

He fondled her for another minute, obviously enjoying her small sighs and whimpers as he pulled on the tight rope. Then, he withdrew from her.

»Too bad I don’t have the time to find out if Enrico exaggerated when he spoke about you! Now, you may serve us in another way!«

***