Wine and other Goods 6

At the time her friends opened the file, Kaede had regained her consciousness, but there was little she could do with it, as her captors had restrained her with great diligence and expertise.

Her arms were folded behind her back; not in the almost convenient way she had tied Laya, but her wrists were crossed at her nape, and secured there with a scarf around her neck that left her with an anxious feeling, though the noose wasn’t so tight it blocked her breathing. A second rope had been slung around her waist, brought between her legs and then slung around her elbows, forcing them together and pulling them downwards. The tie forced Kaede to sit upright and to prevent sudden movements, for if she bucked, the crotch rope bit into her soft flesh, and her elbows were put under even more duress.

In her relationship with Taro, Kaede had experimented crotch ropes, but these had been meant to tease, not to increase her discomfort. This one was tight, and a knot tied into it pressed hard against her clit. She was glad that her captors had left her with her panties, though it was the only garment she was still wearing.

Well, technically, that wasn’t true, for a heavy coat made of scratchy wool had been draped over her and been buttoned close, hiding her bonds, including the tight rope that tied her legs above the knees. She wore high heels, but without sockets or pantyhose, and they felt uncomfortable already.

Her mouth was stuffed full with something soft and vile-tasting, and her lips were sealed with strips of tape. Above, a Corona mask hid her gag, and a pair of sunglasses covered the small pads that taped her eyes shut. Over her hair, Kaede had a silk headscarf that was knotted extremely tight under her chin.

She was sitting in the backseat of a car that drove on a normal pace, and she was secured with the seat belt. Beside her sat one of her captors, and once she realized Kaede was awake, she stated:

»It’s just another 15 minutes! Are you feeling comfy?«

On Kaede’s grunt, she pushed her hand between the buttons of the coat, cupping the Japanese’s breast.

»Seems that the friction of that coat wasn’t enough! Well, I will see what I can do for your entertainment until our arrival!«

***

Gathered around Luna’s laptop, the four women stared at the screen. Following the image of Kaede, there had been five more sites: one with detailed instructions for each of them, and a threat what would happen to Kaede if any of them disobeyed the orders down to the last detail or talked to anyone outside their little group.

Luna, who was sitting in her rolling chair, was calm on the outside, but there were again the two bright red spots on her cheeks, and the hand resting on the mouse was trembling. Laya, who had not dressed yet, tried to pull the towel tighter around her body, and Angelina was either hyperventilating or trying to calm down by breathing deeply. Verena just stared at the laptop, like petrified.

»Th-they can’t b-be s-serious!«, Angelina finally stammered, and Luna added, almost inaudible:

»Perhaps, I am still unconscious, and any second, I will wake up!«

The orders were different, but they had in common that they were all meant to humiliate the respective victim. Verena drew her phone. It would be one call to get help from the entire team at the Bingen Police Department, and behind these was the Police of the entire country. However, she didn’t press the »Call«-button. Perhaps, the kidnappers were only uttering empty threats – but if not, she was playing with Kaede’s life.

Angelina suddenly staggered, having to lean against the backrest of Luna’s chair. She apologized; then, with a distressed look, she asked:

»What are we doing now?«

Three pairs of eyes looked at Verena who would have loved to give them some advice, or at least a little solace. However, she had no idea what alternatives they had to obeying the orders without risking Kaede’s life and health.

Luna rose from her chair. Her legs seemed wobbly, too, and when she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse and raspy:

»Since my – task can be done here, I better don’t lose time! Laya, can you please do the filming?«

Luna’s fingers still trembled, and she balled her fists in an attempt to remain calm. Laya just nodded, though she also felt the urge to scream.

»I – I just p-put on some clothes!«

Luna chuckled, sounding a bit hysteric.

»I have to change a little, too, before the shooting begins!«

Laya stumbled back to the guest room and put on her newly bought clothes. When she thought of what was lying ahead of her, she shuddered, and if the kidnappers hadn’t stolen her phone, too, she would have called the Police. For a moment, she considered jumping out of the window and running away, but then, her sense of loyalty won, and she returned to the living room.

Here, Luna had prepared for the shooting. Instead of the T-Shirt, she wore a bra matching her panties and garters, she had put on high heels, and obviously, she had also provisionally refreshed her makeup and done her hair. Laya had to admit that the combination of the lingerie and Luna’s glasses was indeed sexy.

In her hands, the CEO held a bottle of her best Riesling, and she was just pouring its content into four glasses. Laya wanted to protest, as she wasn’t used to drinking much alcohol, but when she saw the expression on Luna’s face, she kept her mouth shut and took her glass. Luna raised hers.

»To Kaede’s well-being – and to a gruesome end for her kidnappers!«

They toasted, and Laya was a bit bewildered when Luna emptied her glass in one. Noticing Laya’s look, she shrugged.

»What? I need the tank filled for my task!«

She was either a bit tipsy, or she had taken a pill, too. Balling her fists, Luna took a few deep breaths. Then, she placed the empty bottle on the centre of the carpet. Angelina placed a funnel in it and turned the bottle a little.

»The label bust be visible on the video!«

»Not just that!«, Luna commented. She reached for the waistband of her lacy knickers, then for her garters. She tried to loosen one of the straps, but her fingers trembled. With an apologetic smile, she explained:

»I better get the garters above the panties for – you know!«

Except for one occasion where she and her friends had dressed as the ensemble of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, Verena had never worn garters, and she had always considered them to be a bit of a dilemma: if a woman put the panties above the straps, it looked a bit unsexy, but with the panties underneath, it was a bit bothersome in the bathroom.

She approached Luna and put her hand on the CEO’s, feeling how ice cold her fingers were.

»You need a hand?«

Luna blushed, but with a grateful expression, she nodded. Trying to touch her as little as necessary, Verena unclasped the straps one by one, threaded them under the panties and fixed them to her stockings again. Forcing herself to sound confident, she ordered Laya:

»All right, try to stay focussed, and don’t ruin the take! None of us wants to take reshoots!«

Laya went on one knee, steadying the phone with both hands as she positioned it, so both the bottle and Luna standing behind it were inside the display.

»Ready whenever you are!«

Luna scoffed.

»That would be Saint Neverday!«

She took one last breath; then, she stepped forward, positioning herself behind the bottle and looking at the camera. Her smile looked quite strained, and her voice sounded a bit croaky, but she didn’t hesitate, and every word was clearly understandable.

»Hello, I am Luna-Marie Carstens, CEO of the Carsten’s Wine Company – and today, I am showing you the secret of our famous Riesling!«

The smile frozen to a grimace, Luna lowered her panties and squatted over the funnel protruding from the bottle. Three, four seconds of silence followed; then, a splashing sound indicated that she was following the order and peed into the bottle.

»C-cut!«, Laya stammered, and Luna quickly pulled up her panties. Verena put an arm around her, and Angelina brought a bathrobe and helped her into it. Laya looked despondently at the phone in her hand.

»Shall I – send it?«

The bathrobe closed to her neck, Luna straightened and approached her.

»Let’s see if the camera loves me! After all, if by some mistake, the take is ruined, we indeed have to do it again!«

With horror, Laya remembered an occasion where she had tried to film one of her friends and later, it had turned out she had forgotten to save the clip. However, when they looked at the display now, they could see that technically, Luna’s video was all right.

»At least, that was it for me, except for not talking to anyone!«, Luna concluded when Laya had sent the clip to Kaede’s phone that was now in the hands of her kidnappers, too. Neither Luna nor the others could say whether the criminals would keep it as a leverage, to ensure Luna’s cooperation – or if they would post it online once they had it.

»Now, I have to suffer«, Angelina stated with despair in her voice.

***

The road became bumpy, indicating Kaede that they had left the asphalted street and were somewhere in the countryside. A few minutes later, the car stopped. She tried to buck and struggle when she was pulled from the car, but it only ended with her captors carrying her inside what she guessed was some kind of hut. Unceremoniously, she was dumped onto the wooden floor, and she heard the sound of a door getting slammed close and locked.

»Now, you can have it the easy way – or the hard way! Your choice, Cherry Blossom!«

It was the voice of the woman that had fondled her breast, and Kaede grunted through her gag, trying to get into a sitting position. She had no intention to make things easy for these bitches, but she needed to be able to see and fight to do something effective. So, she did not struggle when she was helped to her feet, and she even held still when one of her captors put the one shoe she had lost during her struggling back onto her foot. Kaede would have preferred to be without the high heels, as they were bothersome both for running and fighting, but it would have to wait a bit.

The rope around her knees was removed, and she was led a few steps, until some hard edge stopped her. »A table!«, she thought when her ankles were grabbed and tied to the table’s legs. Then, the coat was unbuttoned and removed.

»Is it chilly, or are you glad to have met us?«

A hand brushed over her nipples, and Kaede twitched and fumed through her gag. Her captors undid the headscarf, the sunglasses and the Corona mask, and finally, nimble fingers peeled the tape from her eyes. Kaede blinked, and she could see her captors for the first time.

The one who had groped her was  a fair blonde with curly hair and blue eyes that looked a bit fragile. The other one was a brunette, and Kaede recognized her as the woman that had spoken to her and Laya at the station, pretending to be a taxi driver. She realized that neither of the two was masked, and she hoped that this wasn’t a bad sign.

The hut looked Spartan, but clean, and, according to the ceiling light, it was equipped with electricity. Kaede, who was tied to the table, could see a few plain wooden chairs and a shelf, also a window with the lid closed.

»Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like – well, don’t feel at home too much, for if your friends do as they are told, you won’t be here for too long! And if they are defiant – well, our patience isn’t endless!«

The implications of these last words made Kaede shiver, but she managed to remain calm. The blonde, obviously the leader or at least the speaker of the two, focussed her.

»You won’t be allowed to talk much for your time here, but just in case you are – I am Marina!«

»And I am Elena!«, the brunette spoke for the first time. She held something in her hand that Kaede recognized as her own wallet, and she took her passport from it, handing it to Marina.

»We thought of ordering to call us ›Mistress‹, but it would have been confusing with the two of us, and so, we decided to keep things informal, and you may call us by your first names, Kaede. As we are not in Japan, you may forgive us not to use ›San‹ or ›Chan‹!«

Kaede glanced as Marina spoke as if this was a cocktail party. The blonde smiled and raised the passport, comparing the photo to the original.

»Just a few formalities! So, you are Kaede Miura, 31 – what do you say, Elena, doesn’t she look younger?«

The brunette let her eyes wander over Kaede’s nearly naked body in a way that made her cheeks redden. She seemed to examine every inch of her indeed trimmed and wrinkleless body she owed a strict sporting program.

»You look not a day older than 30«, Elena joked. Then, she spread her thumb and index finger on both hands and placed them under her captive’s breasts. Kaede mmphed, and when Elena cupped her breasts, she fumed and panted. The brunette brushed over her cheek.

»Aww, you look so cute when you are angry and helpless!«, Marina crowed. »Anyway, your passport doesn’t give us your bra size, and so, Elena had to estimate it!«

Matter-of-factly, Elena stated:

»She has got a small ribcage, and though she’s quite well endowed for a Japanese, her boobs are not quite a handful! I guess she’s a 32B!«

She had guessed right, but being watched and discussed like a piece of meat made Kaede pant even more from helpless rage. Marina dropped the passport.

»Bend forward!«

»Mhm?«

»You heard me! Bend forward, so your tits touch the table plate! Don’t worry, there are no splinters!«

Seeing no point in being defiant, Kaede obeyed. Marina grabbed her shoulders and pressed her upper body even harder against the table, so her chin rested on the plate, too. The blonde crouched, so her face was only inches away from Kaede’s.

»A few minutes ago, I asked you whether you prefer the easy way or the hard way! Well, the easy way is, of course, soft!«

She placed a kiss on Kaede’s forehead, soft as a breeze. Then, her grip on the Japanese’s shoulders tightened.

»The hard way, however – well, feel for yourself!«

Without warning, Elena’s hand landed on her panty-clad buttocks. The brunette used just her bare hand, but she spanked her with considerable strength, and she only stopped when Kaede no longer could oppress a whimper. Marina let her go, and she rose, her chest heaving. Kaede angrily blinked away a few tears that resulted more from the humiliation than from the slaps, though her butt tingled nevertheless. Marina slowly strolled over to her, and her hand brushed over Kaede’s rear.

»Just remember, things can be easy-«

Her fingers were soft as a breeze. Then, she pushed her thumb under the crotch rope and yanked it upwards, so Kaede reared up and yelped through her gag.

»Or hard!«

***

With the help of Luna’s hairbrush and some of her makeup, Angelina had made herself look presentable. Meanwhile, Luna had placed a chair in front of a white wall, and Laya was preparing to film once again. The reporter sighed.

»Well, at least, I am doing my job – somehow!«

She approached the chair, and when Laya started recording, she faced the camera. With a smile, she took off her T-Shirt, the only item she was wearing except for her panties. Upright, and still smiling, she sat down and crossed her legs.

»Hi, I am Angelina Neumann from ›Crime Investigator Germany‹! Usually, I am reporting about mysterious crimes, but now, I decided to do something so many of you requested and will tell you something about my boobies!«

Laya could assume that said requests were genuine. Being busty since she had been a girl, she knew how focussed many people were on breasts, especially if they were hidden in the www’s anonymity. Arching back her shoulders a little, Angelina continued:

»As you can see, and as many of you were so kind to mention, they are quite big – to be precisely, I am a 36D! And let me assure you that they are all natural!«

She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them a bit, only to let them go, so they slightly bobbed. This, she repeated a few times.

»As you can see, despite their size, they hardly sag! Sometimes, I myself cannot resist playing with these big, ripe melons!«

For some 30 seconds, she kneaded and mauled her breasts, all the time smiling at the camera, though her smile looked forced and frozen. However, Laya doubted that anyone watching the video would look at Angelina’s face.

The presentation continued with Angelina explaining and demonstrating the effect an ice cube had to her nipples.

»Cut!«

The smile literally fell from Angelina’s face, and she reached for her discarded T-Shirt and hastily put it on again. When Luna handed her her glass, she poured down the rest of her wine.

They did the inevitable quality check and Laya sent the clip to Kaede’s phone. When she did so, she could see that the kidnappers had already received Luna’s video. Though she only followed orders to protect Kaede, Laya felt guilty.

»Now, it’s just you and me!«, Verena tore her from her contemplation. »I think we start with getting to your place, so you can change, and then, we can drop you at – at the designated place!«

She put a hand on Laya’s shoulder, kneading it. The Sri Lankan looked out of the window. It was a beautiful day, albeit a bit cold. There would be lots of people.

***

Since Kaede had not yet tried, or even had the possibility, to disobey any orders, her captors seemed to have decided to go easy on her, at least for the moment. Marina offered to take off her shoes, and though the hut was a bit chilly, Kaede nodded, relieved to get the high heels off her naked feet. The blonde ostentatiously sniffed on the shoes, playfully waved with her hand and then held them to Kaede’s nose. She swallowed her anger; without these, she had a better chance if there ever came an opportunity to run.

Elena had meanwhile placed a bottle of water on the table and put a straw in it.

»The rule is easy, Cherry Blossom! I will now take off your gag, and if you remain nice and quiet, you may drink! If you scream, or even talk a single word, you will be punished – and from then on, you will be gagged 24/7 – which may become literally, depending on your friends! So, it’s your choice!«

She peeled an edge of the tape and then ripped it off with a single yank, causing Kaede to gasp. Marina held a bowl under Kaede’s chin, but none of the girls helped her to work the gag out of her mouth. It took some hard work of her tongue, including some chortling and retching, until two wads had landed in the bowl, together with some saliva. With disgust, the panting Kaede realized it were two pairs of panties.

»We chose these from Luna’s dirty laundry hamper, I hope she doesn’t mind!«, Marina stated, and again, Kaede had to bite her tongue not to tell her a thing or two.

She was also offered no help in drinking, and so, she had to bend forward, until her lips could reach the straw. Greedily, she drank, at the same time trying to check her prison. There was the entry, the closed window and another door, obviously leading to another room.

»So far, our guest seems docile! Maybe, we can offer her some more leniencies!«

Marina hooked a finger under Kaede’s crotch rope.

»You want to have this off?«

Kaede had almost quipped »Yes!«, but was able to stop her tongue from falling into that trap. Instead, she nodded vigorously. The blonde produced a knife and cut the rope that not only pulled on her middle, but also her elbows. Kaede let out a fluttering breath when the dreadful rope came off.

»You need a massage, until the pain ceases?«, Marina offered and chuckled at Kaede heavily shaking her head no.

Obviously in a generous mood, they methodically changed her wrist ties. Elena put a cuff around Kaede’s left wrist and kept the right in a vice grip whist Marina untied her hands. Her arms were then brought together above her butt and cuffed together. She was still bound, but it was way better than before.

»Maybe, you want to sit down a bit!«

Elena put a second cuff around Kaede’s right ankle and loosened the rope. She intended to tie her feet together before releasing her from the table, and when she was squatting, Kaede saw her chance. She yanked her right foot free and kicked the brunette. She hadn’t been able to put much strength into it, but Elena shrieked and landed on her backside.

With a scream, Kaede pulled on the table with her left leg. The heavy furniture moved a little, but she was still trapped.

»Freeze, Bitch!«

Kaede spun around and tried to kick Marina, but the blonde stayed out of reach. She drew a gun and aimed at her. At the same time, Elena came to her feet.

»I said – freeze!«

Kaede panted, frantically looking for an escape. But she was still tied to the table, and in addition, she was cuffed, and there were two opponents, one of them armed.

»You bastards!«, she spat, trying not to cry from despair. Marina showed a malicious smile.

»Someone has just opted for the hard way!«

***

Verena’s car was small when it was occupied by four people, and though the tall Angelina tried to get her seat as much forward as her long legs allowed, Luna and Laya were nevertheless stashed on the backseat. However, none of them had been very keen to stay behind, and so, they all went for Laya’s apartment. Here, Angelina and Luna waited at the parking lot, and only Verena accompanied the girl. After some 20 minutes, they returned, the Sri Lankan wearing a long coat under which a coloured skirt protruded. When she approached, a rhythmical clinking could be heard.

»I have never seen someone having so many bracelets!«, Verena stated, and Laya shrugged.

»I have no bands with jingles on it, so, this is the closest I can get!«

The backseat became even more uncomfortable as now, Angelina had to squeeze onto it, wedging Luna between herself and the wall. However, it was necessary, so Luna could quickly jump out of the car once they had reached the waterfront promenade.

On the passenger seat, Laya sipped from the hip flask Luna had filled with some peach brandy. It had been recommended in her instructions from the kidnappers to get tipsy, but Laya also needed something to increase her courage – and to reduce her sense of modesty. She wasn’t a big drinker, and she had already had a big glass of wine on empty stomach, but she knew that she could only stand through the next 30 minutes if she was at least slightly drunk.

»Here we are! Good luck – and don’t forget, you are doing it because you were forced to do so! There’s nothing to be ashamed of!«, Verena said. Laya grinned wryly.

»Tell that to my mother if she sees the video!«

She left the car, and the closing of the door felt as if the last retreat had just been cut off. Verena drove off, and though Laya knew she wasn’t doing so out of cowardice, she envied the others for not having to get where she had to go.

As she had feared, the waterfront promenade was filled with people enjoying the weather and the nice scenery at the river Rhine, with the vineyards in the background.

Laya approached the narrow wall at the shore and placed her handbag on it. She started her phone, and after a few clicks, a faint fanfare told her that her boom box was now connected to it, ready to play music.

The instructions had left it to her which music to play; it had just said that it had to be at least ten minutes. Or until the Police arrived, whatever came first.

She had chosen some modernized versions of Indian dance music. The people here would not be able to distinguish it from Sri Lankan music, and subconsciously, Laya had felt the urge not to desecrate the music of her home country with what she had to do now.

»All right, I am doing this so Kaede will soon be save and alive, and I am drunk enough to stand this through! Let’s go!«

She turned up the volume and started her playlist. A high-pitched voice shouted »Everybody dance now!«, and a few people turned their heads towards her. Taking a last deep breath, Laya stepped onto the wall and unbuttoned her coat.

When it fell off, a few more passers-by stopped to watch. Laya wore a bright red wrap skirt with golden embroideries, and her upper body was bare, except for a colourful scarf she had slung around her neck, draped over her ample breasts and knotted at the small of her back. The thin silk could not hide that her nipples were already reacting to the chilly air.

Laya also wore some two dozens of bracelets around her wrists and ankles, together with several rings, a pair of fancy earrings and a gold-plated headband that held her hair from her face. She had combed it out, so it fell to her waist. Laya kicked off her ballerinas, for she had better grip with bare feet, and she began to move to the rhythm.

The tune was what some of her friends, including her ex, had called »belly dance music«, and Laya had given up explaining the differences to them. In addition, the rhythm acquired moving her hips and belly, and what her tummy lacked in trimness, her buxom forms more than equalized. A few people had stopped already, and Laya saw the first smart phones raised.

Laya was a good dancer, and she was almost able to block out what she was doing. However, when the first tune came to an end, she knew what she had to do next.

She opened the ribbon of her wrap skirt and took it off with a dynamic gesture. There was applause and even some hooting, and Laya was tempted to jump into the river, but managed to dance on.

Being just 5’ 4’’, her legs weren’t too impressive, but they were bare, and except for her breast cloth, she now only wore a pair of panties. The instructions had demanded a thong, but Laya didn’t own one and so, she had chosen her most daring pair – black cotton bikini briefs with a Playboy bunny at the front panel – and pulled the rear part into her cleft, securing the gathered cloth with a small ribbon, so it looked almost like a thong from the distance. The feeling between her buttocks reminded her why she didn’t appreciate thongs, and she blushed when she noticed that more and more people stopped and watched.

»I am going viral!«, she thought despondently, and she hoped that the Police would arrive and stop her before she had to go further.

The third song started, and it was a fast staccato rhythm that forced her to twitch and twist. It would have made her boobs bounce and bob anyway – but Laya now reached behind her back, pulling on the knot in the cloth.

»Wooohooo! You go, girl!«

With cheerful disbelief, the crowd applauded when she indeed did not just pretend stripping, but really took the scarf off, revealing a pair of bouncing boobs that were adorned by now hardened nipples. The phones held at her were now counting by the dozens.

The tune reached its finale, and Laya raised her hands, moving her upper body in rhythmic spasms so her breasts juggled. Mercilessly, she had to do so until the tune ended, and she graciously curtseyed, knowing that maybe right now, her own parents would attend the internet and see what their daughter was doing in her free time.

She was still standing there, enjoying – or rather enduring – her applause when two Policemen pushed themselves through the crowd and approached her. One of them, an elderly man with a moustache, put his hands on his hips.

»What the hell you think you are doing, young Lady?«

His colleague was rather busy to not too ostentatiously stare at Laya’s bare boobs. She jumped from the wall and reached for her skirt, searching for the ribbon with trembling fingers.

»You know what this is? Causing a public nuisance, that’s what it is! There are little children around – and people with a sense of modesty!«

Some of the people spoke to her defence, calling the elder Policeman a Philistine. Laya had managed to wrap the skirt around her hips and to tie it in place. When she looked for the breast cloth, She saw the younger Policeman standing beside her, holding her coat. Gratefully, she slipped in and quickly closed the buttons. The man seemed a bit bashful.

»That was really not your best idea! I mean, you won’t end up behind bars, but we will have to take you with us and to note your Personal details!«

No longer distracted by her boobs, he suddenly noticed a specific detail of her personality.

»Do you even understand our language?«

Laya was used to people assuming she wasn’t German, and under normal circumstances, she would perhaps have given a witty remark. Now, however, feeling embarrassed, in high spirits and scared at the same time, and having drunk on empty stomach whilst not being used to it, her body decided for a hiccup.

»Hick!«, she replied, in a way confirming her alibi of being intoxicated.

***