Wine and other Goods 7

Always watched at gunpoint by marina, Kaede had to stand still whilst Elena freed her foot from the table, only to cuff her ankles together. The rope was tied around her neck, and when Elena used it as a leash to direct Kaede towards the other room, she didn’t take much care whether she was able to follow her without stumbling.

This room was equipped with a double bed and an additional camp bed, a cupboard and a TV on a table. Like the first room, it had a window whose lids were closed.

»The third bed would have been yours – but obviously, you are not yet ready for being treated like a guest of honour!«, Marina stated and squatted, pulling something from under the double bed. It was a standard wooden Euro pallet, measuring 48 to 32 inches. Marina placed it beside the bed.

»Since you decided to be a naughty girl, you will have to be punished, and also, we must teach you a lesson about not even thinking of escape!«

Sitting down on the bed, she still aimed at Kaede and left it to Elena to fetch a gym bag from which she produced a ball of thin rope from which she cut three pieces, two of them two yards in length, the third just one yard. Kaede frowned when one of the longer pieces was slung twice around her knee and then, after the slack had been pulled out, was knotted off, so the ends dangled to her ankles. The procedure was repeated to her other knee, and then, Kaede had to kneel down on the pallet, not the easiest task with her wrists and ankles cuffed.

»Are you familiar with square numbers?«, Marina suddenly asked. Kaede was puzzled by the subject.

»Well – yes, of course!«

A moment later, Kaede realized she had spoken without permission, but it seemed that answering a direct question was okay. Marina had a second question:

»So, you sure can tell me what is three times three?«

She knew that this was the prelude to some perfidy – maybe, she would get spanked nine times. However, she answered, fearing that defiance would only make things worse.

»According to my memory, you tried to escape, you kicked Elena, and you finally called us ›Bastards‹! So, as you just confirmed, you will be given nine penalty points – and we will reflect to that number in the way we will prepare you for the night!«

Ostentatiously, Elena selected nine narrow leather belts from the bag and placed them on the bed, side by side. To Kaede, they looked like venomous snakes – and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they would soon bite into her bare skin.

She had to sit down on her heels, and two of the belts were used to tie her ankles to her thighs. Elena pulled the straps so tight that Kaede sharply inhaled. Her ankles were released from the cuffs, but Elena now grabbed her feet and forced her to cross her big toes, so she could tie them with the last piece of cord. The position was already a bit uncomfortable, and when the ends were tied off to one of the planks of the pallet, she knew that she would have to stay like this. However, worse was to come.

»Too bad, she’s not ticklish – not like the Policewoman!«, Elena complained, having brushed over Kaede’s soles. The Japanese couldn’t feel relief, for her captors would look for something else to taunt her.

Elena and Marina each took one of the ropes tied to her knees, and they forced her to splay her folded legs wide before tying them off to the pallet, too. Kaede now could barely move her legs at all, and she panted from oppressed rage and pain.

A third belt was threaded through her handcuffs and buckled around a plank, so she was further restrained in her movement. Marina grabbed a fourth belt and stepped behind her whilst Elena knelt before Kaede and cupped her breasts.

»32B is not quite a handful, but we will see what we can do!«

Marina slung the belt around Kaede’s elbows and forced the joints together before she buckled it shut. The Japanese writhed, and she could not oppress a whimper.

»Still five belts left!«, she thought with growing horror.

Marina took belt number five and slung it over Kaede’s right upper arm. Holding the buckle in her left, she led the strap over her victim’s breasts and over her left upper arm. Then, she pulled. With her elbows crushed together, the pulling on her upper arms was terribly painful and also, the belt bit into her breasts, literally bisecting them. Kaede no longer was able to oppress a groan, and she had to blink away some tears. Her chest heaved, though breathing in now came at the cost of pressing her boobs even harder against the tight strap.

»N-no! Please, Pl- Nooooo!«

Kaede’s countenance and self-control were almost gone when the sixth belt was slung around her upper arms, bringing them even closer together, so not only her shoulders were aflame, but the chest strap tightened even more. Wheezing and whimpering, the Japanese slightly rocked back and forth, in a desperate attempt to shake off the terrible belts.

»Please! I-it’s t-too tight!«, she ached, causing Marina to laugh phonily.

»For a Cherry Blossom, she’s terribly noisy!«

The aching Kaede saw Elena rush back into the other room, getting the bowl that contained the two pairs of panties that had stuffed her mouth previously. Luna’s panties. Luna’s used panties. Kaede let out a deep groan.

»There, there! What would Luna say if she heard how you think about her unspeakables? They are made of the finest silk, and it’s not her fault they are damp with saliva!«

Marina grabbed Kaede’s scalp and forced her head backwards, so she had to stare at the ceiling, unable to close her mouth. Elena picked one pair, black lacy silk knickers, and brought them to her nose.

»Phew, I would say their scent is Luna’s fault! They definitely need a second washing!«

Marina used her free hand to press her thumb and index finger against Kaede’s cheeks, so she couldn’t close her jaws and had to endure getting the panties stuffed back into her mouth. They still tasted vile, and her own saliva did little to improve the experience. Kaede retched, but mercilessly, Elena worked the garment deep into her throat before adding the white pair that matched the first in style on top. Marina clamped the Japanese’s mouth shut whilst Elena, ostentatiously slow, tied a triple knot in a cloth. This was crammed between Kaede’s teeth, and Marina tightened the cleave gag twice before finally tying it off at her nape. Five rounds of tape sealed her gag, and when they let her go, all Kaede could do was helplessly mew and shake her head, trying to cope with the dreadful packing. Elena picked up the remaining three belts and seemed uncertain how to use them.

»What do you think? A crotch rope? Or shall we improve on her small waist?«

Marina pondered, letting her eyes wander over the writhing Kaede until a malicious smile appeared on her lips. She whispered something into Elena’s ears, and the brunette giggled with glee.

They took the scarf that had been tied over her head during her kidnapping, and Kaede mewed with alarm when Marina slung it around her neck. However, the blonde took care that it didn’t block her breathing, she even acted surprisingly gentle. Elena watched, hiding something behind her back until her comrade was finished.

It was one of Kaede’s high heels, and she held it over the helpless woman’s face, so her nose was trapped in it. The scent of leather and sweat was overwhelming, and Kaede wheezed and tried to shake Elena off. Then, she felt Marina’s hand at the backside of her panties.

»Uuuhmmmph! Nnnnggggg! Mmhhmmnnnnn!«

Pulling the panties upwars, Marina gave her a mean wedgie, pulling the cotton deep into her soft flesh and between her buttocks. Elena, still pressing the shoe over her face, forced her head backwards, and now, Kaede realized that Marina had threaded the belt through her panties. It was buckled above the sole of her shoe, and now, any attempt to raise her head meant either increasing the pressure on her middle, squeeze her nose, or both.

»Mhhrrrmmmmm! Ghhmmmm! Mhhmmph!«

Laughing, Marina connected the two remaining belts and threaded them through the pallet at the middle of the front side. The other ends were buckled at Kaede’s nape, and she understood the scarf had just been for padding. Nevertheless, the belts forced her to bend forward whilst the belt pressing the high heel over her face and pulling her panties inside her wanted her to lean backwards. Her back arched, barely able to move at all, Kaede fumed and whimpered. Distracted by all the pain, it took some time until she noticed fingers brush over her middle.

»She’s not shaved, but I think she is trimming the edges, in case she wears a bikini!«

»Maybe«, marina admitted, »but now, with the panties pulled so taut, they cover less than usual! Cherry Blossom must feel embarrassed with her pubic hair showing!«

Kaede groaned, more from humiliation than from pain, when Marina plucked out one of her pubic hairs. Little later, Elena did the same.

»As said, we are just trimming the edges! After all, you should be grateful that we do something to you, so time passes faster!«

»Nnnngggg! Mmmhhmmmmph!«

»As you calculated yourself, three times three is nine – so, your punishment will be nine hours!«

With a pearly laugh, she plucked another pubic hair.

***

»I wonder whether they have searched my apartment whilst I – you know«, Verena stated, avoiding to mention her ordeal. It was hard enough to get back to her flat, though both Angelina and Luna were accompanying her.

»Perhaps, they just considered that a Policewoman has got such things!«

In fact, the Police cap was a present from her brother when she had finished the Police Academy, and it was that of the U. S. Police. It had come together with a plastic badge and a fake baton. Verena would have loved to have a real baton and to use it on these mean criminal women, but instead, she chose a bright short-sleeved shirt and pinned the badge to it. Draping it on the bed together with the cap, they considered that it would look convincing enough.

»At least, you are not faking your identity!«, Angelina tried to console her. Verena scoffed: hiding her identity before what she was about to do would be a blessing!

She had issues entering her bedroom, but she also didn’t want Luna or Angelina to do so, as she didn’t want them to see the remnants of her bonds, the crumpled bed, and maybe notice last traces of the specific fragrance.

She preferred wearing socks, but she had a few pairs of pantyhose, and though she shuddered, she knew exactly which Kaede’s kidnappers would expect her to wear: a nude one, so transparent it left nothing to imagination, and only giving her legs a slight shimmer.

»Once I get you, I will sacrifice my job by what I will do to you!«, she swore her invisible enemies before she returned to the lobby where Luna had discovered a pair of shiny black high heels, the fanciest Verena possessed. Angelina chuckled.

»Wearing these, you will almost know what looking on life from my perspective feels like!«

Verena put all items into a bag. Before they left, she went to her desk and handed a wallet to Luna.

»My passport and some 1.000 in cash!«

When Luna raised an eyebrow, she added:

»After that, I will either get suspended, or they will at least give me some time off! You said you wanted to go to some hotel, and I am used paying my own bills!«

Luna nodded and took the wallet. Since the criminals knew about her house and how to get inside, she wanted to stay at a safer place until the whole ordeal was over. Rummaging through her handbag, Verena also handed her the car keys.

»You can drop me at the mall! I think that my colleagues will see for my transport, and once I can do what I want again, I will call a taxi and come to the hotel, too!«

From her late father, Luna knew about a little hotel, rather a guesthouse, at a small village some eight miles away from Bingen. There, nobody would suspect them. The CEO had even gone so far to check her small suitcase she had packed for the trip whether it contained a bugging device, and she had taken her second smart phone with her.

Angelina suddenly hugged her.

»You won’t die from it, Verena! Luna and I are also still here!«

Verena nodded and forced a smile on her face!

»Once they are in my hands, they will wish to die!«

They drove towards the mall, and Verena went straight to a public bathroom. She had left her handbag in the car, and the clothes weren’t too expensive. She took off the coat and removed the sweater, T-Shirt, so she could put on the fake Police shirt. She left the first three buttons open and knotted it off at her belly, so her cleavage and the lace trimming of her bra cups were visible, as was her belly button. With a sigh, she kicked off her sneakers and took off the socks and her Jeans, so she could put on the pantyhose. She could still clearly see her bright red thong, and soon, others would be able to do so, too, for the only other garments allowed to her were the high heels and the Police cap.

She left the cabin and saw herself in the mirror. This wasn’t a Policewoman, but a whore playing one. The high heels forced her to sway her hips, and she felt embarrassed already.

»Ad that’s even before anyone has seen me!«, she thought with despair and opened the door, stepping out at the crowded mall.

***

»Comfy?«

Kaede sure wasn’t, though her captors had soon lost interest in plucking her pubic hairs and had turned to something she hadn’t been able to see. Kaede hurt from head to toe.

Starting by her big toes, these now were cramping from her not being able to wriggle them, and from having to sit with them tied to the plank. Her leg muscles cramped and were aflame, but that was just a minor inconvenience compared to the vice grip of the excruciatingly tight belts around her arms and chest, turning each breathing in into a painful experience.

Not that breathing would have been pleasant otherwise. Her mouth was stuffed with two pairs of panties that had been worn by another woman, and each time she had to reflexively swallow or some saliva trickled down her throat, she was all too aware of that fact. Her nose was covered by her own shoe, and after she had been forced to wear it without socks or pantyhose, it didn’t smell like roses. Her head was pulled backwards, and each time she had tried to raise her head, her panties had been wedged even deeper between her labia and buttocks. Kaede was covered with beads of perspiration, and her only response to Elena’s question was a long deep groan that demonstrated her state of exhaustion.

Her first thought was that the brunette wanted to further torture her when she tugged on the belt threaded through her panties, but instead, Elena loosened the belt and removed the strap. The shoe fell off Kaede’s face, and accompanied by a whimper because her neck muscles were cramped, the Japanese raised her head. Elena brushed through her dishevelled hair.

»We are no monsters! So, each hour, one belt comes off!«

Her hand wandered to the back of Kaede’s neck and she gently massaged her nape. The groggy Japanese couldn’t help moaning with relief. Marina appeared, and she caressed Kaede’s tape-covered cheek.

»On the other hand, we still have to make sure that you understand that trying to resist us was wrong! So, each belt will be replaced by a little reminder of who is in charge!«

She showed a small metal device to Kaede. It looked like a clothespin, but it had small metal teeth, and it seemed that the spring was considerably strong. Kaede felt the taut leather strap bisecting her breasts bite into her flesh when her breath accelerated.

»Too bad your nipples are under that other belt! So, this has to go elsewhere! And since we have to think of the boss’s collection-«

She reached for Kaede’s left ear, caressing it. With nimble fingers, she removed the small pearl earring; then, she put the clamp to her earlobe.

»Mph!«

»Almost like a lover’s bite, hm, Cherry Blossom?«

Elena bent forward and bit Kaede’s other ear; not brutal, but not gentle either.

»Now, you have a comparison!«

***

The Policemen had allowed Laya to put her shoes back on, but they hadn’t left her alone and so, underneath her coat, she still was naked from the waist up. During the ride to the Department, the elderly Officer had continued scolding her, and Laya had seen that the younger man was rather annoyed by this and even said something in her defence once and awhile. Laya didn’t dare to thank him; she was sitting on the backseat, bent forward and with the breast cloth pressed to her mouth, hoping that the damn hiccup would finally stop.

At the Department, the Officer had once again repeated his lecture about causing a public nuisance, only to tell her that after the personality check and an official report, she was free to go without further charges. The elderly man left the room, and his colleague showed a friendly smile.

»He’s actually okay, he just doesn’t know when to stop!«

Laya answered with an insecure smile, and he obviously felt encouraged to go further:

»Would you like a coffee? At this Department, it is better than its reputation!«

Laya would have preferred to hide in a closet from everyone who today had seen her nearly naked, but on the other hand, some coffee would perhaps help against the turmoil in her stomach, and besides, it would allow her to put the breast cloth back on when he left the room, too. So, she agreed, and obviously pleased, he left.

She slipped out of her coat and had just grabbed the cloth when the door opened again.

»Milk or su-oops!«

The door was slammed shut, and a blushing Laya quickly tied the cloth over her breasts before putting the coat back on, buttoning it to her neck. Little later, the young Police Officer returned, trying in vain to act as if nothing had happened.

»I – I brought Milk and sugar, too, so you may do as you please!«

He seemed truly sorry, and Laya smiled at him.

»You didn’t do it on purpose! And at least, it cured me of my hiccup, so, perhaps, I even should thank you!«

He smiled, too, and she took the coffee and sipped from it. It wasn’t overwhelming, but okay.

»It’s indeed delicious! Did you make it?«

»Alwin!«

On her questioning look, he added:

»My colleague that doesn’t some kinds of public performances! As I said, he also has his good sides! By the way, my name is Colin!«

The way he looked at her, together with him telling her his first name, made Laya suspect that he was trying to flirt with her. It made her feel a little bashful. Sure, she knew that men usually considered her as quite easy on the eye, and in addition, he had already seen what he would get. She dodged any reaction by taking another sip from her coffee. Colin cleared his throat.

»Miss Potu-«

»Laya«, she interrupted him. After all, he was kind, and under other circumstances, she would perhaps have responded to his advances, at least talked to him.

»Laya – I was wondering whether you need a ride home! My shift is over, and so, I could get you to your apartment!«

Colin had written down the report, and so, it wasn’t surprising he still knew her address. Laya shook her head.

»Thanks, but I am staying with some friends – at Klausenfeld! They will pick me up here once I called them!«

Colin frowned.

»I hope these are different friends than those who persuaded you to do your little stunt at the promenade!«

During the report, she had stated that she had met with some friends; they had all drank a little too much, and then, she had lost a drunken bet, forcing her to perform. It made her seem a naïve and careless airhead, but it obviously fit into the other Officer’s assumption of her. So, she had kept up the white lie. She was about to tell Colin that she was able to look after herself, but she noticed that he wasn’t lecturing her; he seemed really concerned that she was with people who did not persuade her to expose herself in public when she was intoxicated. All of a sudden, she felt the urge to tell him the truth about Kaede’s abduction and what they had gone through. She opened her mouth, but then, she hesitated; she didn’t dare to tell him what had happened, at least not without having spoken to the others before. So, she instead said:

»They – they are different friends! And they will take good care of me! But thank you for your offer – Colin!«

He nodded; then, it seemed as if he was forcing himself to make one last effort:

»Are you talking about Klausenfeld/Rhein or Klausenfeld/Oberbingen?«

»Klausenfeld/Rhein«, she replied with a slightly distrustful look. Colin took a deep breath.

»I don’t want to push myself upon you – but right after Klausenfeld/Rhein lies Weiningen! My mother lives there, and I am visiting her anyway, so, if you trust a man of the law to behave, you wouldn’t have to bother your friends and could be there within the next 30 minutes!«

Laya was about to refuse, but then, she thought twice: if she called Luna now, she sure would take at least an hour before she could pick her up. But with every minute she stayed longer at this Department, she risked that some of Colin’s colleagues would bring Verena – under the more or less same accusations as her. Perhaps, Alwin would be put on the case – and she definitely didn’t want to be here if that happened!

»You are right! So, you said you wouldn’t mind getting me there right now?«

»Mylady!«

With a mocking bow, he opened the door, and Laya grabbed her handbag. He escorted her to the parking lot and opened the door for her, but made no attempts of touching her. Laya relaxed. Klausenfeld was a small village; she could tell him to drop her anywhere at the centre, and she could walk the few yards to the hotel, so he wouldn’t know her exact resting place.

When he had left the parking lot, Laya noticed that his way would lead him very close to her apartment, and she tried to test her luck:

»Colin – would you mind a five minutes’ stop at my apartment? I just have to pack a few clothes!«

With a shy smile, she added:

»Right now, I am a bit underdressed for the countryside!«

Colin grinned like a schoolboy.

»I am sure they would have liked your current outfit!«

Though his remark made Laya blush, it was also the first time on this terrible day that her smile was genuine.

***

Laya indeed missed Verena being brought to the Department by just a few minutes. She had been forced to walk up and down the mall for some time until someone had finally called the cops, for she was technically still dressed. However, an anonymous phone call had informed the Police about the scantily clad woman’s true identity, and so, her superior had given the order to get her to his office immediately once the information turned out to be true.

Verena wasn’t restrained, but, either from being over-obedient or from sheer Schadenfreude, the men arresting her had not given her the chance to change her clothes before. So, when Kriminaloberrat Herbert Meyer looked at the petite woman on the other side of his desk, he could see her ample cleavage, the lacy bra cups, and the skimpy thong rather emphasized than hidden by her transparent pantyhose. Verena managed to sit upright and to answer his frown with a calm attitude.

»Kommissarin Beil«, Meyer began a bit cumbersome, »is there any explanation for your – less than ordinary behaviour?«

Usually, the Kriminaloberrat was feared for his sharp wit, but it seemed that the gratuitous offer of femininity distracted him a little. Verena licked her lips. There was an explanation for what she had done, but this would lead to further questions about how she had handled the situation. Showing initiative and bending the rules a bit was one thing, but Verena had suppressed evidence and kept vital details of the case to herself.

»I – do you remember last summer, when we were at the career fair?«

Like many towns, Bingen held an annual career fair to inform pupils about possible careers, and of course, the Police was always present at such events. Last year, Verena had been among those informing teenagers about a career in the Police.

»Well, so many young women considered Police work, and I quote, ›unsexy‹, and, well, I thought that I could prove the opposite!«

Verena had deliberately chosen a white lie that would sound absurd. Meyer raised his eyebrows, looked at her in her attire and scoffed involuntarily. Verena showed a wryly smile.

»Maybe, the idea sounded better in my head than it actually turned out to be!«

It looked as if Meyer had an urge to loosen his tie, or maybe, to have a drink. He panted, and he slowly shook his head whilst he was trying to find an answer.

»Miss Beil«, he finally started, and Verena gulped. She had heard that Meyer always started a suspension by denying the Officer the mentioning of his rank.

»Miss Beil, I was so far pleased with your work – but maybe, you have been dedicated to it too much during the last weeks! You must have collected weeks of extra hours, and sooner or later, an exaggerated amount of workload takes its toll!«

The punishment was less hard than Verena had feared: just a one week’s suspension without a salary cut, but with the order, masked as an advice, to »seek some rest« and to stay away from the Department until the dust had settled a bit. Meyer allowed her to use his phone to call Luna, not even asking whom she was talking to, and he also allowed her to stay in his office until Luna and Angelina were reported to be waiting in the lobby.

Verena rose from her chair and looked at the door. Between her and the lobby were two long corridors and a staircase, all with her colleagues passing by. She looked up at Meyer.

»So, the walk of shame is included in my punishment!«

Meyer, having found back to his sarcastic self, grinned.

»We reap what we sow!«

Verena thought of closing the buttons of her shirt, and to loosen the knot in it that bared her belly. However, it would only make her look even more like a slutty tramp. She straightened, thrust out her boobs and put on the Police cap.

»Well, Herr Kriminaloberrat. True dignity comes from within!«

Her head up, her hips swaying and her high heels clacking on the floor, Verena pranced through the corridors and approached the two women waiting for her. She managed to keep up  her attitude until they had left the building, but she was nevertheless grateful that Luna had thought of bringing a long coat with her.

»All right, girls, let’s go!«

***

Coli had accepted to wait in the car whilst Laya had quickly packed a few things at her apartment. Back in the car, she had avoided him asking more about her, her friends or her dance performance by a simple trick that worked with most men: she had asked him to tell her more about himself.

Colin was 20, child of a single mother, and he had decided for a Police career after finishing High School. His goal was attending the Criminal Police, but right now, he was doing his mandatory two years’ service at the regular Police.

»Most of the time, I do the things Policemen in the movies are always ordered to do when they have failed in the eyes of their superiors: traffic control, boring paperwork, patrolling the dangerous streets of Bingen, you name it!«

»Or arresting people that have committed causing a public nuisance«, Laya added with a mixture of a sigh and a laugh. Colin grinned, and despite the traffic, he looked at her and seemed to like what he saw.

»Actually, that was the highlight of the day!«

Laya lowered her head to hide her blush.

»Why am I bothering?«, she thought, »it’s not as if he’s the only one who has seen me! I am sure going viral already!«

They had reached Klausenfeld, and though Laya had meanwhile googled the address of the guesthouse, she made him stop at the village’s obviously only shop.

»I need a few cosmetics, thanks for the ride, Colin!«

A bit reluctantly, she added with a smile:

»I hope that the next time we see, it will be under more dignified circumstances!«

Klausenfeld was located on the street along the river Rhine, but it had just some 800 inhabitants, and so, the walk from the shop to the guesthouse was just some 300 yards.

Laya didn’t notice that Colin hadn’t left the village and was instead looking at her from the distance. He frowned when she approached the guesthouse, a frown that deepened when little later, another car appeared – a car he knew belonged Kommissarin Verena Beil. Said Kommissarin left the car, accompanied by two other women.

»That’s interesting!«

He wrote down the address of the guesthouse before he drove off.

***