Wine and other Goods 4

Attending only crowded places, and staying together, the three girls had soon lost their fear of another attack, and since Luna generously paid their expenses, Kaede and Laya even got some fun out of their shopping tour. After a light lunch, they returned to Luna’s house where they shortly remembered their situation when Luna, her gun in her hand, inspected each room before declaring her home safe.

Little later, they met in the living room where they had pushed the furniture aside to have a few square yards for training. Each sported leggins and sports tops, an attire that to Laya, looked a bit strange on the usually perfectly styled Luna. She herself hoped that they would not have to do too much hopping. Being a 38D, she always felt a bit awkward when her breasts bounced, despite her new sports bra.

It had been Kaede’s idea to give them an improvised lesson in self-defence. She only held a green belt in Karate, but she had declared that sometimes, even a few skills meant the difference between being able to get away or to be assaulted. In addition, it was a distraction from having to sit around and wait.

Warming up was more like Aerobic, and it seemed that Kaede found some sadistic pleasure in causing Luna and Laya to sweat and pant. However, the few simple punches and kicks she then taught them seemed indeed effective, and sparring felt fun, with Laya losing the issues in getting into close contact with her CEO. She even joked about using her new skills in the next salary negotiations. Luna smiled.

»You just have to stay out of my reach! Without my glasses, I have to go into melee distance to land a punch!«

Though they knew that one lesson didn’t turn them into Martial Arts champions, Kaede gave them some confidence, and to her surprise, the usually rather shy Laya also found joy in learning some of the less honourable tricks against a stronger opponent.

»Just remember, I can’t make you invulnerable! If they have guns, we are still weaker than them!«

Before this thought could ruin the mood, Luna proposed to take a few selfies with them doing Karate poses and send them to Verena.

»Let’s just hope that she doesn’t think we have become so good that we don’t need Police protection anymore!«

***

Verena had been sure about a few things: that she would, like every man, break from too much pain, but never from the opposite of it; that she could never get stimulated against her will; finally, that she was definitely not into girls.

And yet, her three tormentors had taken the first barrier, by simply continuing to tease her until exhaustion prevented her from further struggling. Panting and with her throat sore, Verena had tried to simply endure the further attacks, not to give them the pleasure of reacting.

It had worked for about a minute. Verena had tried to focus at a small spot on the ceiling, tried to block out what was happening to her, but there had simply been too much external stimulation, starting at her head and ending at the tips of her toes.

With her head hooded by a pair of panties, and these now clinging to her sweaty face, each breath forced her to suck in the other woman’s fragrance, and somehow, the mixture of sweat, perfume and femininity felt less appalling now. Perhaps, she had just got used to it. The same was her gag, the massive ball of two panties stuffing her oral cavity to capacity. Verena had lost the fear of suffocating, but whenever her gag forced her to swallow, she knew all too well what her saliva had been filtered by, and she shuddered. Had shuddered. Now, it had become a minor discomfort, compared to the other things her captors did to her.

The woman on her left was the tender one. Her hand brushed over Verena’s sole, played with her toes and found the right amount of pressure that triggered her tickle reflex, but not too much, so it almost felt – good. Verena had tried to fight down that assumption, and yet, she could not deny that the electric strays shooting through her nerves were irritating, but not in a bad way. The same could be said about the vibrator in the woman’s other hand that did its round down her leg and up her side, with little stops at her knees, her belly button and finally her breasts. Verena had once risen her head, and the sight of her nipple standing proud and hard had made her feel guilty. And yet, when the buzzing toy had approached her breast again, she had reared up to feel it more.

A completely new experience was the restless tongue at her armpit. No one had ever spent so much attention to that part of her body, and it added to the blissful signals sent through the left part of her body.

The other attacker was of a rougher kind, kneading her foot more than caressing it, and putting quite some pressure into the tracing wheel that ran over her skin. The clamp bit into her throbbing nipple, and yet, this woman wasn’t a brute: with engineering precision, she had adapted to the ceasing pain of the taser attack, and so, the pain caused by her was just low enough not to make her suffer, but to stimulate.

The melting part of Verena’s pain fought like such words like »stimulating«, »blissful« or »arousing«, but she knew that she was losing the fight against her attackers and also her own body. The two women sent wave after wave through her body, and these waves met at the middle, sending even stronger tsunamis further down and thus adding to the sensations caused by the tall woman.

Verena had known in theory that there were a lot of sensitive nerves located at the anus, and now, she was given a very intense practical lesson. Once her exhaustion had forced her to uncramp her muscles, she had to admit that the buzzing and rotating intruder felt good, too. Irritating, also humiliating, but good, and either her tormentor had adjusted the rhythm, or Verena had adjusted to the toy, for she now writhed in a way that definitely didn’t show defiance.

Of course, the various stimulations had not left the only part of her body indifferent that had been left more or less untouched so far. With glee, the tall woman had watched Verena’s clit and labia swell and get moist, and she bent forward, planting a soft kiss on her victim’s most intimate spot. Even over the buzzing and panting, she could hear a sigh, and she intensified the kiss, plucking on the soft flesh with her lips, and teasing Verena with her teeth. With a guttural groan, the Policewoman thrust her hips forward, and she closed her eyes, balling up her fists and trembling with anticipation when she felt the other’s tongue push deep inside her.

The fields of Elysium came closer, and Verena was moaning and wheezing with anticipation when suddenly, the two vibrators were switched off, and the hands and tongues stopped moving. Verena writhed and let out an unwilling mew.

»You want us to continue?«

It was a soft voice, since the tall woman had taken off her voice changer. Verena nodded eagerly, and, after a few seconds of waiting, the game indeed started again, driving her close to climax again. Then, they once again stopped.

»You want us to continue, even if it means you are defeated?«

These words were like an ice bucket – but an ice bucket poured over a hot volcano doesn’t bring much of a cool-down. Verena bit down hard on her gag and tried to stiffen her muscles, but it didn’t take her tormentors long to bring her to the edge a third time.

»Do you admit defeat?«

»Mhhmm! Mmhhmm!«

Verena nodded, her pelvis thrusting forward, trying to feel the woman’s tongue again.

»Are you a slut?«

Obviously, she had nodded again, for the three women started again, slower, but nevertheless ascending the hill with her.

»I am a slut, I am a slut, oh my God, I am – Yes! Oh my God! Oooohhhh!«

This time, her captors showed mercy – and more. Verena had never before experienced multiple orgasms, had considered that these were maybe not a myth, but that she just wasn’t capable of it. However, the remnants of her rational brain insisted that she had climaxed twice.

»Once more, and I die! I am already in heaven, but then, I will die for sure!«

The panties over her nose billowed from her heavy breathing, and it took the exhausted girl to notice quite a few differences in her treatment. The two smaller girls were kneeling at her sides, washing her body with rough washcloths, and the nipple clamp had disappeared – as had the vibrator from her rear. Verena felt a bit sore, and she blinked, looking at the masked face of the tall woman.

»That was fun, wasn’t it? But you should always remember – we gotcha, and we can get you again! So, be careful in whatever you are doing next!«

She rose from the bed, as did her companions. Verena stared at her, her postcoital languor more and more washed away by humiliation and fear.

»We will leave now, you sure have a lot to think about! Bye, Sweetie!«

***

»We better don’t send Verene pictures of this, it might alert her unnecessarily!«

Both Luna and Laya sat on the couch, the latter holding her phone in her hand, having her thumb at the »Start« button of her stopwatch.

»Aaaand – go!«

She pressed the button, and Kaede began to writhe in the chair. Minutes before, Laya and Luna had tied her to it. Her wrists were tied behind the backrest with a thin scarf, and a bathrobe belt fixed her upper body to the chair, too. Her ankles were tied to the chair’s rear legs with two more scarves. Kaede was ungagged, as she had been keen un testing her untying skills, but had been unwilling to have her mouth stuffed with something.

»If we get tied up again, the most important thing is to free our hands!«

Laya felt a bit nervous when she watched the Japanese’s struggles; she knew that in a few minutes, it would be her or Luna’s turn to try her best. And yet, it would add to the little more in confidence if they all knew that they could perhaps escape on their own if the criminals – who still were on the loose – would be able to get one of them into their clutches again.

It didn’t take long until Kaede’s hands appeared at her front, and a minute later, She had loosened the last knot and jumped to her feet.

»Aaand –stop! That’s – six minutes, 43 seconds! Not bad!«

Though a sportive woman, Kaede now panted, and she was showing beads of perspiration. She bowed and smiled.

»After all, my country is the home of Shibari! Now, who is going to be next?«

***

Though she had tried in earnest, Verena’s escaping skills had gotten her to nowhere. She had tried to pick on her bound wrists, but though she could peel away some of the tape, there was still the zip tie, and she would never be able to free her elbows without help. In addition, her ankles were still tied to the spreader bar fixed to her neck, forcing her into an uncomfortable position, lying on her back barely able to move and exposed.

The gag also had remained firmly in place, and yet, her vanity prevented Verena from trying to scream her lungs out. Still, her embarrassment of being found like that was stronger than her fear of not being found at all.

The bed sheets were crumpled and moist from sweat and other juices, and though she couldn’t recognize it, she knew that whoever entered the room would be overwhelmed by the odour. The odour of her defeat.

Verena could not deny it: these thugs not only had rendered her helpless, they had forced her to climax, breaking her will. Still, she could relive the ecstasy in her loins, and she knew that if they would come back, they could again do it to her.

»Unless I kill them first!«

She snorted, knowing that she was not in the position to harm anyone. If her ordeal lasted any longer, she would not even be able to keep control over her bladder.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Verena gasped when she heard the sound from the corridor. Then, she heard steps, and a female voice asked:

»Miss Beil? Are you home?«

Who was it? Verena had no idea, all she could say was that it wasn’t Laya, Luna or Kaede. Whoever it was, she would soon find her – naked, bound, gagged and humiliated.

The voice once again called her name, and Verena felt as if her throat was blocked. With one moan, she could alert the strange woman, but if she did so, she would be embarrassed to her neighbour or whoever it was.

»Miss Beil, I found the door ajar, and I – eeek!«

The bedroom door swung open, and the woman shrieked when her eyes fell on the naked woman lying on the bed, staring at her through the leg openings of the panties hooding her. She stood there petrified, her mouth open, and her eyes as big as saucers.

»Mmhhmmph!«

The woman seemed to recover from her paralysis, though she still seemed insecure about how to react.

»M-Miss Beil? A-Am I coming – a-at an inconvenient t-time?«

Despite the circumstances, Verena almost had laughed.

»I just had a rough bondage session with my boyfriend, please, come back in an hour or so, or do you want to join in?«, she thought, and she felt a bit hysteric. The woman now seemed to realize that this was not something kinky and consensual.

»Oh my God! Oh my God!«

She bent over the bed, obviously trying not to touch any naked flesh. Her trembling fingers brushed over Verena’s tape-covered cheek, and she looked around nervously. Taking a few deep breaths, she asked:

»D-do you have some scissors? At your bathroom, or at the kitchen?«

Verena nodded, and the woman rushed out of the bedroom. Still, she had no idea who she was. She was tall, and a cascade of auburn curls fell over her shoulders. Maybe, some new neighbour whom she hadn’t met yet.

She returned, carrying a pair of nail scissors. She seemed uncertain where to start, and Verena raised her chin, mmphing.

»Oh, of course, your gag! That must be terrible!«

She reached for the tape and found an edge. She apologized for taking a few hairs with her when she unwound the tape, allowing her to remove the panties from her head, touching them with two fingers and wiping them at her sweater when she had thrown them to the floor.

»Eww!«

»Not my idea – but indeed, eww!«, Verena agreed in her thoughts, bending her head forward, so her rescuer could reach the buckle of the ball gag.

»I am Angelina Neumann, I am-«

»Mph!«, Verena reminded her that currently, it would be a one-sided conversation. Angelina unbuckled the ball gag and then cut the pantyhose cleaving her lips. She looked at the crammed mass of cloth in the Policewoman’s mouth and seemed reluctant to touch the saliva-soaked mass. Verena chortled and retched, trying to push out the gag with her tongue.

Her pity obviously winning over her disgust, Angelina assisted her with two fingers and pulled out the first pair of panties. When she saw what it was, she threw it away.

»Eww! I mean – poor thing!«

She managed to help Verene getting out the lilac Lycra panties, too, and the Policewoman panted, unable to utter a word or to prevent some drool from running over her chin.

Since things couldn’t get worse from now on, Angelina acted less confused. She freed Verena’s ankles, and the girl groaned with relief when she could relax her leg muscles and no longer had to lie there with her thighs splayed. When the collar had come off, she was able to turn to her side, so Angelina could remove her arm ties.

»Who did this to you? Oh my God, you – so tight!«

She didn’t seem to expect an immediate answer, and once her arms were free, Verena got up and staggered into her bathroom, slamming the door shut. Perhaps, it was ungrateful, but she just needed to pee!

Feeling a little relieved, she then took a shower and was glad her bathrobe was still there, thus not forcing her to step out of the room naked. Angelina held a glass of water to her, and though she had to grab it with both hands, she greedily drank.

»Th-Thank you!«

She felt a gush of cool air and noticed that Angelina had opened her bedroom window. She felt her cheeks redden, though this was just a minor embarrassment in comparison. When she staggered, Angelina led her to the next chair in the kitchen and took the glass from her.

»Do you need anything – maybe a drink?«

Weakly, Verena pointed at a shelf where she had a bottle of William’s Pear liquor. The tall woman filled a glass, and when she had placed it on the table, Verena managed to croak:

»Have one, too, if you like!«

With an insecure smile, but obviously relieved, Angelina filled a second glass and toasted to her. They both drank, and Verena sighed when she felt the warmth in her stomach. Angelina held the bottle to her.

»If I have more, I will – ah, forget it, give me one more!«

Angelina filled both glasses again, now only sipping warily. She showed a questioning expression, and Verena knew that her rescuer demanded an explanation. However, she also had some questions.

»So, who are you? A new neighbour?«

Angelina looked at her and shook her head. She seemed to be a bit hesitant to answer Verena’s question.

»I am a journalist, working for ›Crime Investigator Germany‹. I don’t know if you ever heard of us, it’s a startup, and we are only publishing online. Actually, we are active in the Frankfurt area, but we are expanding and so, I got this region.«

Verena frowned. So far, they hadn’t told the press about the assault on Luna Carstens and her secretary. Angelina seemed to have read her unspoken question:

»Yesterday, the pictures of the two women who were attacked and left at the supermarket in just their underwear went quite viral, and my boss said that I should have an eye on it. And so, after I found out who is the investigating Police Officer on that case-«

»Found out? Who-«

Verena had risen from her chair, but sank back and scoffed. Every Police Department had some leaks, and the press was very eager to find these.

»Petermann! I guess it was him who blabbed!«

Angelina showed a smile that said everything and nothing.

»As a journalist, I have to protect the immunity of my sources! Anyway, I was told that you are not on duty, and since your address was available in the phone book, I decided to give it a try. And then, when I found the door ajar-«

She didn’t mention that she had found and rescued Verena who, feeling a sudden shiver run down her spine, emptied her glass. Angelina took the bottle and looked at her questioningly, but Verena shook her head.

»And now, you are trying to fill me up, so I spill the beans?«

»It was worth a try«, Angelina stated with a smile. Then, turning serious, she added:

»I can already say that there’s more on that case than just a rude prank on these poor women! An attack on a Police Officer is quite rare – especially such an attack!«

Now, Verena was tempted to grab the bottle and have a long sip. Angelina had no photos of her being naked, bound and gagged – but perhaps, she had taken some pictures of the crime scene whilst she had been in the bathroom, and these, combined with a spicy story, would sure be clickbait.

»You will – publish what has happened?«, she asked with a drawling voice, trying to sound confident and threatening, despite her being the exhausted girl in the bathrobe, almost a foot shorter than the reporter. Angelina raised a hand.

»We are not Yellow Press – well, not more Yellow than necessary to survive in a sensation-hungry world! Anyway, what we have in common is that we both want to see the criminals behind bars – and if I am able to focus on the investigations that brings these thugs to justice, what has happened to you will be a minor detail that can be omitted!«

Verena recognized that her ability to read subtext hadn’t suffered from either her ordeal or the two shots on empty stomach. What Angelina was offering was to keep the raunchy details of what had happened in her bedroom to herself – if she was allowed to participate in the investigations and got first-hand information from her.

A few hours ago, she would have insisted on her integrity as a Police Officer, maybe even threatened Angelina with an arrest for trying to blackmail her. However, she had seen how fast things went viral – one of the clips showing Laya and Kaede she had checked had already had tens of thousands of clicks, and to call some of the comments lewd would have been a euphemism. Bingen was a small town, and even if Angelina only mentioned »a female Police Officer«, some people – too many people! – would be able to figure out who had been left naked, bound and gagged, and who had been the victim of some naughty games.

Verena made a decision. She rose from her chair, opened the belt of her bathrobe and handed it to the reporter who looked at her naked body with amused surprise.

»Are you – trying to seduce me?«

She managed to hold the reporter’s look when she replied:

»In your wildest dreams! But I am not Sherlock Holmes, and therefore, I can’t do my work wearing my bathrobe!«

She walked into her bedroom, gritting her teeth when she saw the crumpled bed sheets and the remnants of her bonds and gag. When she opened her underwear drawer, she heard a sound from behind. Angelina was standing in the open door, looking at her.

»What? Are you afraid that I am climbing out of my window, so you can’t become a pain in my ass?«

Angelina giggled.

»Funny that you mention your ass!«

The comment got Verena off-guard.

»What?«

»I couldn’t help noticing the cute dimples you have on top of your buttocks!«

Verena’s reaction was a strange mixture of slight embarrassment, amusement and rolling her eyes. Forcing herself to play confident, she turned her backside towards Angelina, chose a bright red thong and put it on ostentatiously slow, allowing the reporter to admire how the string disappeared between her buttocks. Spinning around, she put her hands on her hips.

»Do you insist on a matching bra?«

»Are we having a date then?«, Angelina asked with girlish enthusiasm, and this time, Verena’s laughter was one of genuine relief. Maybe, this reporter wasn’t too much of a burden.

She picked a bra that more or less matched her panties, and whilst she continued getting dressed, she ordered Angelina:

»Get to the kitchen and get a few freezer bags from the drawer under the fridge – and the kitchen tongs, they are beside the stove!«

Angelina seemed to have understood the reason for that order, for she began to pick the cut ropes from the bed and place them into the improvised evidence bags. The spreader bar and the collar were too big, but Verena, now fully dressed, only took the three bags that contained the panties that had either gagged or hooded her, placing them in her handbag.

»You – don’t want to share every detail with your colleagues«, Angelina concluded. Verena sighed at the memory of said details.

»I will share these special pieces of evidence with someone – equally special! There’s an MO, and if I have to embarrass myself to find out some more clues, so be it!«

She waited for Angelina to leave her apartment before she followed her, locking her door twice before walking down the stairs. The reporter followed her to her car.

»I – came by bus!«, she explained, and without further asking, she sat on the passenger seat, pushing it backwards so she could park her long legs. Verena chuckled.

»Not enough room for a big girl like you?«

Angelina sighed.

»You want to ask me how the air is up there, whether I can drink from the roof gutter, or if my boyfriends have to stand on a stool to look at my eyes? Believe me, I know all tall girl jokes! I was almost relieved when my boobs developed and offered people some distraction from my height!«

Verena laughed.

»Boohoo! I am 5’2’’, do you want to know what they called me?«

Angelina shrugged, showing an impish smile.

»Standing blower?«, she suggested. Verena chortled, pretending to look offended.

»Usually, the girls didn’t call me that!«

However, Angelina had one more arrow in her quiver:

»Did the boys also say that one could place his beer on top of your head whilst you went down on him?«

Verena’s attempt to look stern failed miserably because her lips trembled.

»Okay, busty beanstalk, I get it, I am short! Now, let’s try to be professional for a change!«

When they drove off, Verena thought that perhaps, the reporter wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her on this day.

***

»You-really know what you are doing, hm?«

Laya felt a mixture of slight fear, curiosity and fascination when Kaede placed a number of scarves and bathrobe belts on the couch’s backrest. The Japanese picked one of the belts and tested its strength by pulling on it.

»Let’s just say that I wasn’t completely indifferent to my ex-boyfriend’s – interests!«

She stepped behind Laya and folded her arms, so her forearms were parallel. Wrapping them with the bathrobe belt, she tied the knots in the centre, so Laya would not be able to reach them. Then, she took a long scarf, stepped in front of the Sri Lankan and slung it around her neck. Before Laya could protest, Kaede stated:

»Don’t worry, I will not block your breathing!«

She tied a double knot, and the noose was indeed so wide Laya could have easily gotten her head through it. Careful not to touch Laya’s ample breasts, Kaede brought the ends under her armpits and knotted them at the small of her victim’s back. Laya frowned: this tie seemed to have no other purpose than to uplift her breasts a little. Kaede picked a second scarf, a very long band of silk.

»Now comes something – special!«

Kaede’s voice sounded a bit hoarse when she tied the scarf around Laya’s folded forearms, leaving the long ends dangle.

»Please, spread your legs a little!«

Laya obeyed, her breath accelerating when Kaede took the scarf’s ends and brought them upwards. Though the touch was as soft as a breeze, Laya could feel the silk between her buttocks and also at her womanhood.

»This may seem like something kinky – but it also keeps you from too much struggling! Unless-«

Laya let out a fluttering breath when Kaede threaded the scarf’s ends over the knot between her breasts and pulled the slack out.

»Oouhh!«, she sighed, blushing at how high-pitched and excited she had sounded. With an enigmatic smile, the Japanese knotted the scarf off. Laya felt her arms pulled downwards, and though it didn’t hurt, the now snug crotch scarf felt very irritating.

Aided by Kaede, she had to get to her knees, and Laya felt that these movements had direct effects on the scarf, too. Struggling would become – interesting.

She then had to lie down on her belly and Kaede tied her ankles with another bathrobe belt. The ends of this were threaded through the breast scarf, and when Kaede pulled, not only were Laya’s legs folded until her heels were close to her buttocks, she also had to arch her back, and the scarf pressed against the lower side of her boobs. In addition, her crotch rope had also tightened a bit.

»A simple hogtie, but it adds a maximum of restraint with a minimum of discomfort! I think you may need a little longer than six minutes and 43 seconds to break free!«

Laya experimented with her bonds by writhing a bit. Still, they didn’t hurt, but on every move, the scarf between her legs moved, too. She felt her cheeks burn by the thought of how exactly Kaede (and her ex) had learned about such things.

»Of course, it would be even more effective with a blindfold!«

Kaede took a scarf and tied it over Laya’s eyes. She took care that she didn’t trap her hair, and she was gentle, but she also was careful to block her victim’s vision. Though it was just her friends, Laya felt helpless immediately. Kaede touched her shoulder, and Laya relaxed.

»I know what we agreed upon – but it would be complete if you allowed me to gag you!«

Laya panted, her breasts pushing against the carpet. Then, though her heart was beating like mad and her voice sounded hoarse, she breathed:

»Just promise to use a clean cloth!«

***