Wine and other Goods 3

At Luna Carstens’ house, the atmosphere was a strange mixture between a powwow and a sleepover. Luna had ordered some food, and though none of them dared to get drunk, none of them had refused a glass of wine.

Of course, they were discussing who was preying on the Carstens Wine Company, and why they seemed to show more interest in humiliating their victims than to actually make money.

»I mean, they did all this effort with the fake taxi service and the cellar room, only for us to escape after just some two hours!«, Kaede stated. She wore a borrowed short dress from Luna that reached to the petite Japanese’s knees, and she had surprised the others by the effortless elegance with which she had handled her chopsticks whilst balancing her bowl on her knee and discussing the ordeals of her abduction.

For Kaede, the worst wasn’t the loss of her belongings, since most of the important stuff was kept in a secured cloud, and the other things could be easily replaced. It also wasn’t so much being bound and gagged, and not even the fact she had been forced to chew on another woman’s used pantyhose. But their prison had turned out to be the cellar of a supermarket, and during their escape, they had stumbled at the crowded parking lot. Kaede was sure that pictures of her and Laya in just bra and panties circled on the internet.

Laya, still in her borrowed sweater, her long hair tied to a ponytail and a piece of pizza in her hand, looked the most as if this was a sleepover. She felt as if she had just stepped into something she didn’t belong to, as she was sure that their ominous attacker was aiming at Luna, maybe Kaede, but not her, a simple employee. Taking another sip of the excellent Riesling, she looked at Luna who, being the host and obviously keen on staying in style, sported an elegant combination of a black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, making her feel like a tramp in comparison.

»Are you sure that your father didn’t make any enemies? After all, he was quite a successful businessman for some four decades!«

Luna frowned.

»If so, he never told me, and since his death didn’t come unexpected, he prepared me for taking over his post and told me some of his secrets. Not that they are that grandiose. I mean, this is the wine business, not drugs or something where illegal deals and gang wars are the norm! Afaik, sending some of the local politicians a box of premium wine or inviting them to parties as a form of bribery was the most sinister thing Dad ever did!«

Laya, who had been working on the company’s files for two months now, had also not noticed any irregularities. Verena tried a different approach:

»Maybe, it’s something from your private life! A jealous ex who has maybe gotten full incel mode and thus thinks he has to punish all women, at least all those who have to do with you!«

Luna took a big sip from her glass, and Verena was sure that she was reliving the taste of the panties in her mouth. Still, the CEO hadn’t mentioned that part of her ordeal to either Laya or Kaede.

»Let me see: my first real relationship started when I was 16, and we broke up shortly after school, when we attended different universities! Afaik, Martin is married and has got a son, and at our last class reunion, he seemed to be happy. Besides, he now lives in Kassel as a teacher, so, I doubt he is running a gang of female criminals here at Bingen. I then had an affair at Stanford, but it lasted for only two months, until I found out he was cheating on his wife. And finally, there was Johannes. We were together for two years, but it was him who ended the relationship, and he also has found someone new. So, that’s it, not quite spectacularly!«

It sounded a bit as if Luna wanted to apologize for not having had more sexual relationships in her life so far. Verena nodded slowly – then, she turned at Laya.

»How about you? I mean, you were the target of these women twice, and maybe, someone’s mad at you!«

Laya, always a bit shy about such things, couldn’t help blushing slightly when she confessed that so far, there had been only two relationships in her life, and only the last had become physical.

»We separated after eight months, without much drama, and since then, I am single!«

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and when she noticed that the others watched her with interest, Laya shared a memory she had almost forgotten about.

»Some two weeks ago, I attended the local swimming pool, and when I returned, my locker had been broken! Luckily, I had taken my wallet and phone with me – but some perv had stolen my – my panties!«

Her cheeks burned, and Laya took another sip of wine, though she wasn’t used to drinking and already felt slight effects of the alcohol.

»I didn’t even report it! I mean, it was a loss of 10 Euro, and I wouldn’t have wanted them back after some creep touched them anyway!«

She chuckled and shuddered at the same time. Verena glimpsed at Luna who again developed the two red spots on her cheeks. However, she didn’t say anything, and Verena also didn’t dare to ask Laya what she was sure she knew the answer already: if the missing panties had been a white cotton pair, plain and quite substantial.

The story offered an explanation for Luna’s gag that left Laya innocent – but it opened a new rabbit hole, for it was unlikely that the panty thief had chosen Laya’s locker by sheer coincidence.

Verena startled when she noticed that Laya had asked her something. With eyes like saucers, the young Sri Lankan stared at her.

»You mean, some criminal pervert could prey on me, and on the women I interact with? But why?«

»It’s just one of several possible explanations«, Verena dodged the question. Sure, the crazy criminal freak usually only appeared in works of fiction, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist at all. It was a disturbing thought, for it was easier for the Police if a criminal followed a rational plan.

A phone call interrupted the discussion, and after a few minutes, Luna returned, with a concerned look on her face.

»It was Mr. Heller, head of distribution at my company! They need me to sign some papers, and it should have been done already!«

She scoffed.

»If these criminals plan to ruin my business by distracting me from my duties, it already works!«

Of course, none was very appealed by the idea of Luna having to get to the company alone – though a mean little voice inside Verena’s head told her that if Luna got assaulted whilst she was here with the others, it would mean that Laya indeed was innocent.

»I could come with you!«, she proposed, causing Laya to gasp at the idea of being left without Police protection. Luna assured her that her security system indeed was state of the art.

»How about your gun?«

Luna’s pistol rested on the mantlepiece; it was small, the epitome of a Lady’s pistol, but nevertheless, it was a real weapon. Verena shook her head.

»It may not be illegal in self-defence, but you are more likely to accidentally hurt yourselves than to actually shoot a criminal! I will accompany Luna (they had agreed upon calling themselves by their first names earlier), and you stay here! Just don’t leave the house, we will be back in an hour or so!«

Her voice was stern and reasonable, and so, five minutes later, Verena and Luna left. Kaede pointed at the mantlepiece. Obviously, Verena had taken the gun with her.

»Just because you are paranoid, it doesn’t mean they are not after you!«, the Japanese joked, causing Laya to giggle, too. However, they both knew it was the equivalent of whistling when having to cross a cemetery at night.

***

At the company, Verena had a feeling that she was getting paranoid, too. She had almost drawn her gun when escorting Luna from the parking lot to the entrance, and she had insisted under a pretence to stay in the room when the employee handed his CEO some documents to sign. Luna took the opportunity to run some more errands, and to announce that she wasn’t feeling well and maybe would take the day off, to show the city to Kaede Miura. When Heller seemed a bit too concerned, she scolded him:

»Look, I know that I am young and that things were handled differently when my father was in charge, but you will have to deal with me in his position now! I am not flawless, and I am grateful for your help and advice, but I do not need a nanny anymore!«

Verena oppressed a chuckle, and when Heller had withdrawn, she commented:

»Phew, sure you don’t have enemies around here?«

Luna raised an eyebrow.

»I am sure you also know a thing or two about men explaining your own field to you – constantly!«

They strolled back to the parking lot, and Luna suddenly grabbed Verena’s arm, pointing at a black van that hadn’t been there before. The Policewoman shook her head.

»If it was dangerous, it would be a white one!«

Before Luna could utter a polite laugh, there was a rustle from behind, and a second later, an arm was slung around Verena’s neck, and a damp rag was clamped over her face.

»Uuhhmmph!«

She heard a muffled sound from Luna, but she couldn’t see her, as the attacker, who was taller than her, was trying to wrestle her down. Reflexively, Verena had dropped her chin and risen her shoulders, so the other’s biceps couldn’t press on her throat. She could smell the fumes of the narcotic, and she knew she had to act fast.

Blindly, she kicked behind her, hitting the attacker’s shin. The kick didn’t cause much damage, but it had been just for distraction. Verena clawed both her hands into the arm around her neck and pulled it from her throat whilst bending forward. The grip loosened, and she managed to throw the person over her shoulder.

In a training situation, she would now have tried to keep the attacker in an arm lock, but there still was Luna. Verena jumped back and spun around, seeing a black-clad person drag the CEO with her, pressing a rag over her mouth and nose.

»Kiiiaaa!«

Verena darted forward and punched the woman at her chest, so she staggered forward and let the already groggy Luna go.

»Let’s go!«

Before Verena could reach for her gun, the two attackers ran away, leaving the parking lot with the van.. Verena bent over Luna who blinked and coughed, but obviously didn’t have been hurt. She was even able to complain about a ladder in her pantyhose.

»Maybe, I don’t need a nanny, but a bodyguard! Thanks, that was indeed impressive!«

Verena, who had neither been able to capture one of the attackers nor to note their license number, didn’t feel impressive at all, now the adrenaline left her. Again, Luna grabbed her arm.

»Kaede and Laya!«

Neglecting both he speed limit and two red lights, they drove back to Luna’s house, and Verena kept her gun raised, backed by Luna whom she had, against better knowledge, handed her own gun back. As they stormed the living room, they caused a shriek from the others, and under other circumstances, the scene would have been ridiculous: Laya and Kaede stood back to back, the latter armed with Luna’s biggest kitchen knife whilst the Sri Lankan wielded a golf club.

After a quick report of what had happened, Verena sighed:

»Now, I will have to call my colleagues and get blamed for the way I handled things!«

Luna seemed surprised.

»You took care of our safety, and you protected mine! Without you, I would now perhaps be elsewhere, bound and gagged!«

Verena gratefully patted Luna’s shoulder.

»Unfortunately, my superiors will say that I acted careless, risked your lives and by now, I should have called my colleagues already!«

Luna placed her hands on the Policewoman’s shoulder.

»Since the only one who got slightly endangered is me, no one has to know! They are already after the case, and you are doing a good job in staying with us for the night and protecting us! I feel safe with you around!«

»Me too!«, Laya agreed, also putting an arm around her, and moments later, Kaede did the same. Verena hid her emotions behind a joke:

»All right, but no one complains if we are getting attacked again and end up in that black van!«

***

»That bitch, I’ve got a bruise!«

The brunette woman, clad in just her bra and panties, inspected her chest where Verena’s punch had hit her. Her equally clad comrade scoffed.

»She threw me onto the gravel! Seems we both made a mistake by underestimating her!«

»Self-awareness is the first step towards improvement!«, the third woman in the room, the only one fully dressed, commented, looking at the other two who lowered their heads, admitting that the last action had been a failure.

»Now, it will be hard to hit another time! And though I like a challenge, I like success even more!«

She rose from her chair, stretching her body, so she towered the others even more than she did anyway with her 6’’. In a matter-of-fact way, she asked:

»Do you think they recognized you?«

The brunette shrugged.

»They hardly saw more than the two Asians from the station did!«

The tall woman nodded and put a hand on each of the others’ shoulders.

»I think so, too! So, if you take the other car, you should be able to follow that Policewoman! I have an idea that will either solve some of our problems or at least will tell her a lesson!«

With a sardonic smile, she added:

»Either way, we will all have some fun!«

***

Breakfast at Luna’s was early and none of the girls ate much, due to all of them having had not enough sleep. Feeling save had come at a price.

The attack on Luna and Verena had convinced them to sleep at the same place, and so, whilst Laya and Kaede had shared the bed couch in the living room, Verena had chosen her air mattress, and Luna had slept in her armchair. They hadn’t put up night watches, but whenever one had heard a sound and risen from her sleep, at least one of the others had also been awake. Even trips to the bathroom had been done by two, with one waiting in front of the door, carrying a gun.

Somehow, it had worked, for there had been no further attacks, but they all felt as if they had slept on a pile of rocks. Luna, usually perfectly styled, had rings under her eyes and maybe the first bad hair day since her childhood, Laya seemed to need all her remaining strength to keep her head a few inches above the rim of her coffee mug and Kaede had long given up for apologizing every time she yawned. Verena knew that for the next night, they needed a better solution.

»I will now get to the department and do my report! Don’t worry, I will keep a few things to myself, but I am still a Policewoman! I will look after you later, just take the precautions we have talked about!«

In the light of the morning, the world looked a less dangerous place, and they had decided that a shopping trip where they all stayed together would be without risk. Laya got up, staggered and had to lean against the couch. Kaede tried to hide a giggle.

»Sorry, I just had to remember that tonight, you told me your name means ›grace‹!«

Verena and Luna also chuckled, and Laya glanced at the Japanese.

»Good thing your name fits!«

Kaede frowned, and with a sardonic smile, she stated:

»Well, Kaede means ›maple‹ – and someone definitely sawed a few logs tonight!«

Kaede blushed when Verena and Luna chuckled again. The latter brushed over the Japanese’s arm.

»Sorry, you are my guest and an important business partner – let’s say you are purring!«

»I could still buy my wine from your competitors!«, Kaede pouted, and Verena did the German move by slapping at her thighs and getting up.

»So! I will now show up at my department, so, you may snore all the way you want!«

She quickly packed her belongings and left. Luna looked at the remaining two.

»I have two showers, so, one can have an eye on the security camera whilst the others refresh themselves! Feel yourselves at home! After that, we can make the best of our day off!«

Kaede looked up.

»I have an idea – maybe, it will at least help to pass time!«

***

In her report, Verena omitted the attack at the parking lot, but talked about Luna having spotted a black van, and she also told that she had spent the night at her house. The Police was looking after women who fit the phantom sketches already, and they were following a few more or less promising leads. Her Commissioner looked at Verena whose pale skin and the small wrinkles around her eyes told him that the Kommissarin was overtired.

»Take the day off, your colleagues are on the case! Tomorrow morning, you can rejoin the team strong as usual!«

Verena was so tired she didn’t even protest. On her way to her car, she considered looking at Gabelstein to discuss the case, but she didn’t feel mentally strong enough for the usual banter if she talked to him. In addition, it reminded her that she still was walking around without panties, and she decided that a few hours in her own bed, after a long and hot shower, would be better than sex.

Since her salary wasn’t that high, she had opted for a bigger apartment in the suburbs instead of a small flat in the city. The area was quiet, and she had three rooms all for herself – enough space if there would be someone in her private life again.

»As if I ever find the time to go out and meet that special someone!«, she yawned and staggered into her apartment, dropping the gym bag onto the floor. She went directly into her bathroom and turned on the shower, so the water would be hot until she had relieved herself and taken off her clothes.

The house had been built in the 1960ies, and whilst the kitchen and bathroom had been modernized, other things hadn’t, including the doors. So, the lock was no match for the three women that had closely followed Verena’s car. One of them pointed at the bathroom door from where they could hear the sound of the shower, and they started their preparations without a word, though they had never before been at these rooms.

Some five minutes later, Verena turned off the water and towelled herself. She yawned and decided that she would be able to sleep without the help of a drink.

»I must not forget to set the alarm on early afternoon!«, she thought and stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. At the corridor, she frowned, as a bright red paper had been shoved half under her door.

»A new delivery service?«

Verena crouched and grabbed the sheet. It had one word written on it with a thick black Edding:

»Surprise!«

She heard a sound from behind, and the fraction of a second later, something hit her bare thigh. An explosion of pain struck her, and Verena collapsed, her body twitching as she was trying to keep some control over her body.

»A taser!«, she thought as wave after wave of pain shot through her body. She wanted to get up, use her hands, scream for help, but her limbs refused to obey, and she was only able to produce some unintelligible croaks.

»In a few minutes, the pain will cease – but until then, you will be like paralysed!«

The voice sounded rasping and strange, and the person now bending over her looked strange. It took Verena some moments to realize that she was wearing a mask, like her two companions that now materialized in her blurred vision.

She was carried to her bedroom, and though she tried to fight, all she managed was to lose her towel on the way. She helplessly had to endure as they turned her onto her belly and tied her wrists palm to palm, using duct tape and a zip tie above. More tape and two more cable binders were used to tie her elbows, above and below the joints, so they grinded together. Even over the pain of the taser, Verena could feel how her shoulders were strained, and when they turned her onto her back, her thrust out boobs pointed at her captors. She once again croaked, her tongue still refusing to move.

A broad leather collar was buckled around her neck. It had an iron ring sewn to it, and one of her captors placed that at her nape before threading a long stick through it. It was a broomstick, and two of the three intruders now grabbed her ankles, bending her legs and tying them off to the ends of the stick. Verena now had to lie in an exposed vulnerable position and was barely able to move. The third intruder bent over her, removing the electrodes of the taser from her thigh, and she cupped the helpless Policewoman’s pubic mound.

»A landing strip«, the rasping voice stated, »Well, we are almost ready to land!«

Verena managed to groan, and one of the others who had finished tying her ankles brushed over her lips. The tall one bent over her.

»You are drooling, Sweetie!«

She pulled something from her back pocket, and though she still had problems in focussing, Verena could see it was a pair of lilac Lycra panties. The tall woman wrapped them around her gloved hand, so she could use the inside of the crotch part to dab Verena’s lips and chin.

»Uuuuggg! Nnuuugghh!«

The two others grabbed Verena’s head, steadying her, and one of them clamped her nose shut, thus allowing the tall one to slowly, very slowly, stuff the panties into her victim’s oral cavity. Verena retched and chortled, unable to bite her tormentor, or to even push against the gag with her tongue. The vile tasting gag was pushed deeper and deeper into her throat, and though the one pinching her nose now let her go, the helpless woman felt she would suffocate.

»Can you guess what I did when wearing these?«

»Glgg!«

The masked woman’s laughter sounded strange through her voice changer.

»Wrong answer – that deserves a little punishment!«

A second pair, black this time, was forced into her oral cavity. These were black bikini briefs, and they were considerably smaller than the first pair, but with Verena’s mouth already stuffed full, it took the tall woman a great deal of pushing and cramming until all was inside the Policewoman’s mouth. Her cheeks ballooned, her tongue was blocked in the back of her throat, and whenever she did something as energetic as gulping, her gag reflex was triggered.

A thin band, maybe a Nylon stocking, was wound twice between her gaping jaws and knotted over her stuffed mouth, pushing in the massive gag a little deeper. A third pair of panties, white lacy silk knickers this time, were pulled over Verena’s head, and a ball gag was buckled over her mouth, so the crotch part of these was pressed firmly against her lips.

»Ghhmmmmmm!«

»If you say so!«, the tall woman shrugged, and her comrade buckled the gag one notch tighter. An entire vet wrap bandage then finished the gag, and the three masked women left the bed, staring down at the naked and exposed girl. Verena panted, and she helplessly pulled on her bonds, but to no avail. Still, her muscles tingled painfully from the taser attack.

»You hurt my girls – and therefore, you have deserved to get hurt, too!«

The tall woman raised the taser, and she waited until Verena’s eyes widened with fear. With a snort that had perhaps been a chuckle, she dropped it and drew a black bag instead.

»That would be too easy, Verena! Instead, we will hurt you where it hurts the most!«

Verena groaned when she saw what she handed to the woman to her right: a vibrator. The smaller woman curtseyed, then knelt beside the bed. Her right hand went to Verena’s left foot, and she writhed and moaned when she felt the fingers brush over her soles, and felt fingernails rake over them and poke between her toes.

She lifted her mask, so her mouth was free, and bent forward. Verena, who was still coping with the ceasing pain and the tickling of her foot, cringed when warm lips brushed over her shoulder. She reared up when a nimble tongue darted forward, exploring her armpit.

Neither stopping her caresses to her foot nor her kissing and licking. The woman switched on the vibrator, and its buzzing head started a slow journey, starting at Verena’s calf. She did small circles with varying pressure at the sensitive skin at the back of her knees, then wandered up her thigh, but avoided her middle and pubic mound and brushed along her side, only to take more time on massaging her breast before going the way back again.

Wheezing, squealing and writhing, Verena didn’t notice the three items the other woman was handed, but soon, she had to explore them. The first was a rough nailbrush the girl used on Verena’s right foot, and the second one was a crocodile clamp that painfully bit into her right nipple. The last item, her tormentor kept in her hand: it was a tracing wheel, as it was used by tailors, and the teeth of the wheel soon rode over her knee, thigh, side and breast, tormenting her other side as her accomplice continued teasing Verena’s left.

The tall woman watched for a minute, whilst she carefully lubed a plug like object. Then, she pushed her free hand under Verena’s buttocks, lifting her up a bit.

»Now, close your eyes and think of one of the lesser-known songs of the Doors: I am your Backdoor Man!«

She spared Verena the singing, but the Policewoman nevertheless stiffened and mewed when she felt something push between her buttocks. She tried to tense her rear muscles, but the greasy object was pushed forward and moved back and forth until it was fully inside her. It didn’t hurt, but it was irritating and humiliating, even compared to the other attacks Verena was suffering from.

»Plug and play!«, the rasping voice chuckled, easily preventing Verena from pushing the intruder out of her rear.

»Not so impatient, Sweetie, this little toy has got more to offer than just its presence! In fact, it has got three funny extras!«

She pressed the first of three small buttons, and the plug started to oscillate. Verena whimpered, and like a good torturer, the tall woman explained the function:

»As you will soon feel, it is set on intervals! According to the manual, they react to your pulse and muscle contraction, but I think that’s just advertising, and they just come at random! Anyway, here’s feature number two!«

Once the second button was pressed, the vibrator rotated, like a finger stirring a glass. Verena now struggled in earnest, but her bonds rendered her helpless and almost immovable. She screamed, but her massive gag reduced it to faint gurgles and grunts.

For a few minutes, the two women continued her teasing whilst the tall one held the plug in place. Only when she had the feeling that Verena was struggling a bit less, maybe just due to exhaustion and lack of oxygen, she pressed the third button.

BZZZ!

The electric shock was nothing in comparison to the taser, but it nevertheless sent an electric shockwave through Verena’s rear, causing her to buck.

»This, you will only have to endure very occasionally – whenever I consider you are becoming a bit too emotionless and lame!«

She shifted her position, pushing her knee against the protruding end of the plug, so it would stay in place as she pushed between her accomplices and bent over Verena who stared at her through the lace-trimmed leg openings of the panties hooding her. The mask also hid her tormentor’s eyes, and she just whispered, but despite the voice changer, Verena understood every word the tall woman said loud and clearly:

»Of course, I like the dominating part of that game we are playing with you – but the icing of the cake is the paradigm shift!«

She bent even deeper, so her masked nose touched Verena’s hooded one.

»In the first act, we will try to bring you to orgasm, and of course, you will try to fight it! I agree, it is a bit unfair, as we are three, plus our electric friends, but on the other hands, you are a tough woman, and you will defend your dignity to the last!«

Verena mewed, and she twitched as the woman on the right poked her ticklish flank with the tip of her vibrator. The tall woman chuckled.

»At one point, however, you will have reached the end of your resources, and that’s when act two starts: you will beg for release, and we will deny it to you as long as possible – until, in the end, there will be a huge – climax!«

She withdrew and reached for the butt plug, sending another short sharp shock through her victim’s rear. Then, she made herself comfortable and pulled up her mask, freeing her mouth and nose. With the help of her teeth, she took off her left glove and placed two fingers on Verena’s pubic mound. She raked over her skin, along her strip of pubic hair, but this was just to pass time as she was waiting for Verena showing reactions to the constant and multiple teasing. With her face so close to her victim’s middle, she would notice every selling of her clit and labia, every moisture, and every hint of a specific fragrance, long before Verena would even know she was getting closer to act two. A smile formed on her full lips.

»As I have promised to the girls – we will have a lot of fun!«, she thought and sent another electric shock through Verena’s rear.

***