Wine and other Goods 10

Verena rushed over to the Police Department, instinctively dodging behind a car when she saw one of her colleagues pass by.

»Idiot!«, she scolded herself, »you need their help, even if you will get punished for holding back information!«

She felt for her gun, realizing that it had been among the things that had been confiscated at the guesthouse. Cursing, she walked along the building, to where she guessed the shelter room was, and tried to peek through the skylights.

The room lay in darkness, and she couldn’t see whether anyone was inside. In addition, no sound emerged through the thick glass.

»She can’t have kidnapped all three of them! Not in broad daylight, not even if her two henchwomen helped her!«

However, there were other implications of what a dark room could mean, and the option that Laya, Luna and Kaede were inside, bound and gagged, was the most pleasant one. Verena forced herself to act calm and natural as she entered the building and carefully stepped down the stairs.

The iron door looked like it had done before, but that meant nothing. Maybe, the bomb at the guesthouse had just been a fake, but what if this time, Angelina had left a real one? Verena still pondered what to do when she heard steps from above.

She squatted behind a corner and saw a young man in a Police uniform carrying a tray. He looked a bit like a warden, but when he had reached the door, he just knocked. When there was no response, he put down the tray and reached for the handle.

»No!«

Verena had oppressed her scream, but since they were alone in the corridor, he of course heard her. The man spun around, and his hand was on his holster when he recognised her, and he calmed down.

»Kommissarin? What are you doing here, and where are your friends?«

Verena approached him and hissed.

»Don’t open the door! It might be booby-trapped!«

The young man frowned, and he focussed her.

»What are you talking about?«

Verena had no intention to confess everything to some random Policeman, and so, she countered with another question:

»Have you seen anyone leave the building? Any of the women that have been inside, I mean!«

He shook his head.

»I just started my break, and since Laya, I mean Miss Potu, seemed to have enjoyed my coffee, I just wanted to ask her whether she would like some!«

Within the fraction of a second,  Verena made  decision. It was extremely unlikely that Angelina, who had just had her handbag with her when they had arrived, had been carrying explosives with her. She pointed at the young man’s gun.

»Do you know how to use that?«

He nodded and drew the gun, obviously understanding that this wasn’t a joke. Verena grabbed the door handle.

»Okay, I will now open the door, and if there is anyone except Laya, Luna or Kaede, you shoot without warning!«

The door opened to the outside, and Verena pulled whilst the man aimed at the entrance. Carefully to not expose himself, he leaned against the frame and reached around with his left. With a flicker, the neon lights went on.

The room was empty – almost too empty, as there was nothing of their belongings to be seen. The Policeman lowered his gun when they heard a faint bumping from the other side of the room. Raising his weapon again, he pointed at the bathroom door.

As they carefully approached, Verena spotted a wedge that was blocking the door. She felt a slight relief: someone was behind the door, obviously still alive, and it was very unlikely that it was Angelina.

She crouched and pulled on the wedge, but it didn’t come off.

»Can you get it?«

Dropping his gun, the young man pulled on the piece of wood, and since he was obviously no stranger to the gym, it came off. The door popped open, sending him to the floor, and a woman slipped and landed upon him. It was Laya – stark naked and damp, but alive and unrestrained.

The girl seemed not hurt, just puzzled, and when she recognized Colin, she cuddled against him, sobbing. For what had seemed an eternity, she had been locked inside the pitch black bathroom, with no sound but her heavy breathing around her.

A bit clumsily, Colin put an arm around her, trying to sit up.

»There, there!«

Verena, who had quickly checked the bathroom, returned with the roll of toilet paper. Clearing her throat, she held it towards the Sri Lankan.

»After you have cleaned your nose, you may tell us what has happened!«

Veena hid her excitement behind sarcasm. Laya took the roll and cleaned her nose. Colin asked whether she was okay, and, having wiped her eyes, she nodded.

»I am unhurt, it was just-«

She realized that she was still stark naked, and she sat up, slinging her arms around her bent legs to hide her bareness. Both Colin and Verena looked for something she could use to cover herself, but not only her clothes had vanished,  but also the blankets and towels. Verena took off her coat and draped it over her shoulders.

»Now, what happened? Where are the others?«

Haltingly, Laya reported how someone had entered the bathroom whilst she had been taking a shower, leaving her locked inside in the darkness. To Verena’s relief, it seemed that at least Luna and Kaede were okay, as they had left for the company before.

Colin, who was lacking context and who also didn’t want to stare on the naked Laya all the time, had stepped aside a little, and so, his eyes fell on a folded note lying on one of the bare mattresses. He handed it to Verena who unfolded it.

»The busty beanstalk decided to come with us! If you want to ever see her again, wait for further advice!«

»Oh my God, they have Angie!«, Laya breathed, causing Verena to scoff. Quickly, and leaving out some of the raunchier details, she reported what Gabelstein had told her.

»Do you understand? She is one of the criminals – but she doesn’t know that we know, and therefore, she is trying to pull another one of her tricks!«

She drew her phone and patted Colin’s shoulder.

»Stay with her, I have to get upstairs and see if they have already sent me some ›further advice‹!«

Colin’s eyes wandered between the vanishing Kommissarin and Laya, and he asked the latter with a confused smile:

»Is it possible that you are more than just a beautiful girl with exhibitionistic tendencies?«

Though she was blushing all over, Laya had to chuckle.

»No shit, Sherlock!«

***

Luna shuddered at the touch at her nape, knowing it was the barrel of Marina’s gun. The blonde criminal had used a scarf to blindfold her, so she could concentrate better on her order: kissing Kaede’s nipples. Like a skilled torturer, Marina had explained how the teeth of the clamp would bite into the Japanese’s tender buds, and that she expected Luna to do full five minutes on each side.

»And I will take care that you are not just placing your mouth over her breast! I want to see those lovely lips, tongue and teeth work!«

So, Luna did as she had been told, plucking on Kaede’s nipple, licking over it and playfully biting it. She could sense the Japanese’s panting, and she was sure that, perverse, or all too natural, Kaede reacted to the enforced caresses. Her nipple hardened, and once and awhile, a sigh mixed into her panting.

Luna was trembling with relief when the ten minutes were over, and when Marina presented her the result of her efforts – Kaede’s nipples stood hard and erect, and her breasts were glistering with saliva – both Luna and Kaede blushed.

»Now, time to get you ready for the show!«

At gunpoint, Luna had to remove her clothes, except for her high heels, stockings and garters. The effect of that, with her pubic mound framed by her lacy lingerie, she felt even more naked than before. She would have loved to cover herself, but Elena tied both her wrists and elbows behind her back, using two pairs of padded handcuffs.

»Sit down on the table, at the middle of the long side!«

The table was large and massive, made of oak wood. Luna had considered replacing it by a more modern one, but three men had not been able to lift it, and she had not wanted to have her father’s furniture destroyed. Yet, sitting on the edge sounded tolerable, compared to Kaede’s exposed position. Elena had turned the Japanese’s chair, so Luna involuntarily stared directly between her legs.

Taking the long coiled rope, Elena tied one end off to Luna’s right ankle and then pulled her foot towards the table’s right leg, forcing Luna to spread her legs to keep balance. She blushed, though Elena didn’t force her into a real side split, just a very wide stance.

The rope wasn’t tied off to the table’s leg, but slung around, only to be threaded under the plate, to the other end where Elena bent over and threaded the rope through the chain of Luna’s handcuffs. When she pulled, the CEO had to lean backwards, so her thrust out breasts were pointing upwards.

The end of the rope was brought back under the table, slung around the table’s left leg and tied off to Luna’s left ankle. Now, she had to stay in the undignified position, with her legs spread and her upper body arched back. She could steady her body with her arms, but the position already felt uncomfortable, and Luna ached.

»Easy, girl, I haven’t forgotten about your gag!«

Elena and Marina both climbed onto the table, the brunette taking Luna’s head between her hands, steadying it whilst Marina let a white piece of cloth dangle over her face. It was Kaede’s panties, or rather her own she had borrowed to the Japanese. Her nose cringed when she sensed that Kaede hadn’t had the opportunity to shower since her abduction.

Marina took her time in stuffing the garment into Luna’s mouth, even trying to trap her tongue through the silk, and obviously enjoying every retch and chortle Luna produced. As she had feared, A plain pink cotton pair was added on top, and Elena did not forget informing Luna it was hers. Whilst she prevented Luna from getting the dreadful gag from her mouth, Marina tied a triple knot into the scarf and then pondered.

»What do you say, her mouth is slightly bigger than Cherry Blossom’s, isn’t it?«

Elena shrugged with a sardonic smile.

»Better safe than sorry!«

Kaede’s Nylon sockets were crammed into her already full oral cavity before the knot was forced between her jaws and the scarf was knotted off at the back of her head. Her mouth was sealed with five pieces of tape, and a light blue vet wrap then finished her gag. Luna panted through her nose, unable to utter more than the faintest of sounds.

Kaede’s chair was moved, so it was beside Luna, albeit not so close that it covered her bareness. Both women now were facing the window, and Elena was now positioning a small tripod on the board. Both captives mewed when they saw it held a small webcam.

»We considered a live stream, but then, you would be detected too early! Also, we want to give you a chance to diminish the number of people who see this!«

A laptop was placed on the floor, and Elena connected a few cables to small contraptions and typed for what seemed entire ten minutes. Marina meanwhile explained:

»The camera is connected to two more devices – one is a noise detector! The camera will only film you once you get above – 69 Decibels!«

She chuckled at what she considered a pun. Luna knew from a lecture on workplace security that average human conversation was ranged between 60 and 65 Decibels, and as thoroughly gagged as they were, they would hardly be able to produce so much noise. However, the perfidy was clear: it would make them think twice before trying to make themselves noticeable once the two criminals had left.

»Now, you may think that just staying quiet until someone finds you might do the trick – but that may take some time! Except for us, only Peter Graf knows that you are here! And the poor incel was very cooperative, just in exchange for me being a little nice towards him! Don’t be too harsh on him, though! All he knows is that we wanted to be undisturbed, for you had some – kinky desires you wanted to share with us! He doesn’t know that only half of us is enjoying what we are doing right now!«

Her pearly laugh drowned Luna’s and Kaede’s muffled screams.

»So, I guess you will be here until the next morning! But don’t worry, we won’t let you die from boredom!«

Marina knelt in front of Kaede’s armchair, right between her splayed thighs, and due to the armrest, Luna couldn’t see what she was doing. In the reflexion of the window, all she could see was the back of Marina bent over Kaede’s middle, and the way the Japanese shook her head and twisted her eyes. She struggled in her bonds, causing the chair to sway slightly, and she moaned and gurgled through the panties stuffing her mouth. Luna could also hear another specific sound: the tearing of duct tape.

When the blonde withdrew, it took Luna a few seconds to see the change. A few strips of tape were fixed to the chair’s seat, and they were holding something between Kaede’s legs. Something long, the size of a small banana, with a protruding hook that rested directly on Kaede’s exposed clit. Though she had never used one herself, Luna recognized it as a vibrator with clit stimulator.

The toy had not been shoved inside Kaede, she was sitting on it, but according to her panting and whimpering and to her blushing cheeks, she didn’t enjoy the humiliating experience in the slightest. Luna’s eyes widened when Marina now approached her.

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnggg! Mph!«

The way Luna was sitting on the table’s edge meant that the vibrator was positioned in a 45 degree angle. Marina fixed it between Luna’s legs with a thin rope she slung around her victim’s waist and tied the ends off to both ends of the toy, so she was riding the stick, and its head was at her cleft. Luna mewed and squirmed, and she desperately tried to get her hands close enough to remove the vibrator. This caused her to pull on her feet, and involuntarily, she thrust out her pelvis, pressing harder against the plastic stick. Marina giggled.

»Easy, it isn’t switched on yet!«

She stepped aside before she continued her explanation:

»As I said, the camera only films when you are above 69 Decibels – to make things easier for you, all you have to do is to look at the small LED above the lens. As long as it is red, the camera is on standby, but when it turns green, the show begins!«

She pointed at a black box that looked like a VCR.

»You know these diallers some companies use for advertising? Some AI randomly calls thousands of people per hour, telling them about the latest products. I don’t know if they are even legal in Germany, but«, she laughed, »I think we already left that path!«

She waited until two pairs of widened eyes and heaving breasts indicated her that both Luna and Kaede had understood what this was about.

»Well, this little device sends emails instead – little video clips, to be precisely! The first time you hit 69 Decibels, 69 email accounts will get mail, the second time, it will be 276, then 621, and so on!«

»We are following the row of square numbers, multiplied with 69«, Elena explained in a tone as if she was presenting a new feature on a Thermomix. She finished something at the laptop before she rose and added:

»Don’t worry, most of these addresses are commercial ones! So, your little kinky clips won’t bother Grandma Smith, but rather, they will be seen by companies, offices, …«

Kaede let out a fluttering breath, and Luna helplessly pulled on her bonds. The two criminals quickly packed their remaining belongings, plus the bag that contained their victims’ clothes. Before they left, each wet to one of the captives, gently kissed her cheek and then switched on the vibrator.

»Have fun, Ladies! And don’t forget to smile for the camera!«

Once the door had fallen shut, Luna once again pulled on her bonds and screamed through her gag at the top of her lungs. Only when exhaustion forced her to pause, her eyes fell on the window, on the reflexion of Kaede who, with a wild expression, heavily shook her head. Luna’s eyes wandered to the camera, and she understood:

Her little outburst had caused the LED to turn green.

***

When Verena came back into the cellar, she saw that Laya had put on the coat she had borrowed her. Since the Sri Lankan was two inches taller than the petite Policewoman, and she also was more buxom, it looked not too decent, but it covered at least the essentials. Colin stood beside her, a hand on her shoulder whilst Laya needed both hands to keep her coffee mug steady.

»That bitch already sent me a message!«

The icon told Laya that Angelina had taken her phone with her. Not that it mattered anymore, given her betrayal. The photo she had sent showed the face of Angelina, her eyes wide open, and with several strips of tape over her mouth. The text said:

»If you want her back, do exactly as described in the attachment!«

»Oh, I want you back – back here, to face your trial!«, Verena hissed before she clicked on the attached Word document. As she had expected, it was a short list of orders how she should humiliate herself in public. Verena scoffed.

»At least, I don’t have to dance!«

Obviously, Colin saw this as an attack on Laya.

»Hey, at least, Laya can dance!«

Laya wanted to signal him that it was okay, and reflexively, she brushed over his hand on her shoulder. At the same time, getting defended by him felt good, and she left her hand on his whilst they both waited for what Verena intended to do.

»Well, obviously, she still thinks that I think she’s a friend – and that will break her neck! So, I already sent an answer! I demanded a real proof of life from Angelina: a life video call, within the next two hours!«

Colin frowned.

»So, they will just call you, and Angelina will fake being tied to the chair and to be speaking at gunpoint, or something like that! Or do you expect to find out where they are by analysing the structure of the wallpaper in the background?«

Verena ignored him and went to the table, picking up the map.

»For sure, they are at their hideout, preparing the video, so it looks real! Maybe, Angelina will even strip, we know that she isn’t prudish! And we have already narrowed down where this hideout must be!«

Suddenly, a flashback made Verena shudder, and she had to sit down. Angelina had indeed shown that she wasn’t prudish – the memory of how Angelina and her henchwomen had assaulted her, forced her to climax, felt haunting, and she had to oppress the urge to scream whilst Laya and Colin looked at the map, with the girl briefing him on what Kaede had told them about their captivity. Colin studied the map, and after a while, he pointed at the one that Verena had also considered the most likely.

»What’s that, male intuition?«, Verena asked sceptically, and Colin showed a slightly shy grin.

»Just old school deduction! Mrs. Miura said she was transported to the guesthouse at around 10 or 11 pm, and that they had to wait for a passing train! Well, the line that passes the other allotment garden colony doesn’t go that late!«

Verena was shaking between admiration and scepticism.

»You know the train’s schedules by heart?«

Colin’s smile grew more confident.

»I know the schedule of that one! After all, I had to take it twice a day when I went to High School!«

It was a compelling argument, and Verena felt her hunting instinct tingle at the back of her neck. She formed a pistol with her finger and pointed it at the circle on the map.

»Gotcha, bitches!«

Colin seemed a bit hesitant, as if he was waiting for an order. Unlike Verena, he wasn’t currently suspended, but on the other hand, she was older and had the higher rank.

Verena was facing a dilemma: the official way would have been that she went straight up to Meyer’s office, told him what she had found out and leaned back whilst a SWAT team arrested Angelina and her two henchwomen. However, if she did so, she would have to answer how she had gotten this information – and she definitely didn’t want to discuss her interactions with Gabelstein!

When Colin ostentatiously cleared his throat, she focussed him.

»If you were in my place – what would you do?«

She expected him to say that he would go to the authorities – a part of her hoped that he would say so. However, the young man surprised her:

»If they are there, and we send a SWAT team, we have a clean arrest and have done our duty! However, if, for some reason, they are somewhere else, we have followed a false lead and maybe even warned them that we know about Angelina’s identity!«

»So?«

»So, once I had taken Miss Potu to her apartment, I would get to the allotment garden colony and see if there are any suspicious women filming themselves, pretending to be kidnapping victims!«

Laya was about to protest to be sent to bed like a schoolgirl, but then, she had to admit that without any experience in Police work or even firing a gun, with bare feet and only clad in a borrowed coat that barely covered her butt, she would be nothing but a nuisance. Verena nodded slowly.

»Do you know this colony?«

Colin shrugged.

»I have been there maybe half a dozen times! A classmate of mine sometimes held grill parties there! I mean, I do not know who owns which hut – but«, his grin reappeared, »I think I can already narrow it down to two or three huts!«

»Old School deduction, hm?«

Colin chuckled.

»Only partially, most of it is a mixture of coincidence and luck! But we know that the hut is on the other side of the rails than the parking lot – and there are just some of the older huts! So, if we take out those who have no electricity-«

»Let’s not forget about the satellite dish! Kaede said that there was a TV!«, Laya added, glad that she could bring something to the table, too. Verena shook her head, smiling.

»Maybe, I should send you and stay behind!«

Then, becoming serious again, she asked Colin:

»Won’t your colleagues become suspicious if you won’t return for your shift?«

Now, the young man seemed a bit abashed.

»Actually, I am free! I still had some extra time to compensate, and so, I could take the rest of the day off!«

He cleared his throat before he added:

»I was hoping that maybe, Laya would accompany me to a little trip to the bakery, if she wanted some cake to her coffee!«

Verena looked at Laya who couldn’t help blushing, though she didn’t shy away from Colin who stood close to her.

»The last time a woman did so effectively turn a man’s head by dancing, it was in the Holy Bible – and it cost John the Baptist his head!«

***

After a minute or so, in which the naked, bound and gagged women had barely dared to breathe, the LED of the camera switched back to red, indicating it was no longer recording their predicament. Luna let out a fluttering breath, oppressing a sigh of relief.

Of course, some damage already had been done. The video showing her and Kaede had already been sent to 69 random addresses. To calm herself down, Luna tried to analyse what the most likely outcome would be:

Most browsers (but not all) would mark a mail of dubious origin as spam, and most people (but not all) would delete spam mail without checking it before. Also, she doubted (but didn’t know for sure) that the dialler had been personalized, and so, with a little bit of luck, these mails would end up at some spam mail account of someone in a remote country who would never set a foot on German soil, let alone ever meet her.

Another thought, albeit embarrassing, was that nobody who would watch the clip would be interested in their faces, and with the gags, they would perhaps not be recognized at all if someone saw them under normal circumstances.

However, all this could not mitigate that they were still bound and gagged, with no chance to be found before the next morning, and with also no chance of getting free on their own accord. Luna’s shoulders hurt from the inconvenient position, and sooner or later, her legs would be aflame, too.

Then, there was the gag – two pairs of panties and a pair of sockets, all previously worn by someone else. The mere thought made Luna retch, and she shuddered when her retching forced her to swallow her saliva, filtered by her dreadful gag.

In the reflexion at the window, she saw the end of the vibrator protrude from between her legs, and she could o course feel it buzz down there. Luna had never before used a vibrator herself, but of course, she knew how they worked, and she was grateful that at least, they hadn’t forced it inside her.

That did, however, not mean that it wasn’t irritating. The clit stimulator tried to do what its name implied, and the vibrations between her legs and at the bottom of her cleft also sent shivers through her loins. Luna was far from being aroused, but she could imagine a few terribly realistic and at the same time frightening and humiliating scenarios:

»What if the pain in my shoulders becomes so bad that I will see for some distraction? What if I need to pee and start wriggling my hips?«

»Mph!«

She could not hold back a sigh, and though it hadn’t been loud enough to trigger the noise recorder, she could see in the window that Kaede was staring daggers at her. It was still too bright outside for her to see details, but the Japanese also was panting, and Luna was sure there were a few pearls of sweat on her forehead.

»So, you aren’t made of steel either, Cherry Blossom!«

Immediately, Luna hated herself for such a thought. Despite the series of ordeals Kaede had gone through, she had always been loyal and friendly towards her, and she had never blamed Luna for what had happened. And yet, if the Japanese allowed herself a little weakness, it was like an excuse to do so as well.

Indeed, Kaede was fighting with some inner demons, and her façade of countenance and calmness was wearing down. It wasn’t just fear – though Kaede was scared, and also not embarrassment – though she felt her cheeks burn whenever she caught her own reflexion in the window and saw her nudity, her bare breasts and her obscenely splayed thighs. She blinked at the camera that, to her relief, still showed a red light.

Her main problem wasn’t even her hatred for the two thugs – that rather helped her to keep another thought under control. Since her times with her ex Taro, Kaede had been into Shibari, and the feeling of being helplessly bound and gagged had thrilled her. Of course, she had only enjoyed it as part of a consensual game – and yet, a small devilish voice deep inside her had always fantasized about how it would be to have such an experience for real.

Now, this wish had been granted, and unlike the last night, she could not focus on hating her kidnappers, at least not as good, simply because they weren’t around. Her bonds were painful, but at least now, they were tolerable, and even the threat of getting publicly exposed and embarrassed could not kill the small spark in her loins that considered her whole ordeal exciting and thrilling.

Kaede took a deep breath and forced herself to let the air out slowly and calmly. She pressed her tongue against her gag, hoping that the slightly bitter taste would help her to focus on the fact that their situation was horrifying, maybe exciting, but in no way arousing.

»Uuuuhhmmm!«

Luna moaned, accompanied by rearing up. It had not triggered the camera, and obviously, she had just tried to ease her shoulders by shifting her position. Kaede shook her head about her initial thought on what she had seen.

»For a moment, I really thought-«

She didn’t allow herself to finish the thought, but somehow, it found its way down between her legs, where she suddenly felt very sensitive to the constant vibrations of the clit stimulator. A shudder strayed through her loins, and Kaede moaned faintly.

***