Wine and other Goods 11

In the confusion at the guesthouse, Verena’s car had remained there, meaning that they all had to go by Colin’s car. Since they would get Laya to her apartment first, Verena had climbed onto the backseat, but Laya now considered this a bad decision. Colin’s car had sports seats, meaning she was sitting a bit deeper than in a usual seat, and the position made the already short coat slide up even more, forcing her to sit with her legs pressed together and her hands in her lap.

»It’s ridiculous«, she thought, »he has seen everything already, and so far, he has acted like a Gentleman!«

And yet, she tried to cover her assets, and whenever he looked over to her, she felt a bit awkward. At her apartment, Verena insisted that Colin should accompany her until she was safe inside her home.

»Just shy away from long Goodbye ceremonies – and, please, give Colin my coat, I am freezing!«

Laya managed to get out of the car before Colin, so he would not have to watch her getting out of the deep seat, and despite the gravel on the path and her being barefoot, she did not take his offer, meant half-jokingly, to carry her, but she accepted his arm.

At her apartment door, he looked at her, and Laya smiled a bit nervously.

»No long Goodbye ceremonies, she said! So – please, take care of yourselves, and stay unharmed!«

»Promise!«

He hugged her, and Laya slipped inside her apartment, thanking God that Angelina had hidden her clothes and stolen her phone, but at least had left her with the handbag containing her keys. In the corridor, she took off the coat, and, hiding behind the door, she opened it a bit so she could hand the jacket to Colin who tried to look as if he was not trying to peek through the gap.

»As I said, take care! Please!«

When he had reached the elevator, Laya closed the door, taking a deep breath that came out as a sigh.

»Aww, that was so sweet!«

With a gasp, Laya spun around, only to stare into the barrel of a gun aiming directly at her.

***

The lounge had been designed by Luna’s late father, or rather a room designer he had paid, and he had wanted a space of reclusion. So, both the door and the windows were all but sound-proof, which was an ambiguous thing for the two naked, bound and gagged women trapped inside. On the one hand, sounds from the street that led directly under the window was only audible as faint background noises, but on the other hand, it was possible that right now, rescuers were standing in the corridor, and they would be totally unaware, and even if they were, they could not alert them.

Luna had become slightly envious of Kaede whose strict bondage forced her to sit still, barely able to move at all. She, however, was denied such luxury: the edge of the table dug into her buttocks, forcing her to shift from time to time, and whenever she did so, the vibrator rubbed over her soft flesh, sending shivers through her loins. Shivers that were becoming less terrifying over the time. Kuna had had the hope that the batteries would wear off, but she knew that this could take another eight to ten hours. Before that, something else would have happened: she would have fainted, being rescued, or-

»Nnnngggg!«

Luna bit down on her gag to oppress a sigh of sheer helplessness.

Again, the moan had not been loud enough to trigger the camera, but it made Kaede twitch. The Japanese had found out that closing her eyes wasn’t an option, for it sharpened her other senses and made her feel the buzzing toy even more. In addition, it allowed some deeply hidden fantasies to show in front of her inner eye. So, she had tried to distract herself by looking out of the window, trying to avoid the reflexion of the naked Luna and instead focussing on cloud formations at the sky.

Now, Luna’s sigh had triggered a thought in Kaede’s head, a thought that she was able to fight down, but not to oppress completely; although that almost made her blush, though she had to admit there was some perfidious logic in it:

»If she gives in first, I have an excuse for letting myself go, too!«

***

Colin parked a little away from the allotment garden colony’s parking lot, and they walked the last 200 yards. There were four cars parked here, but none of them looked more suspicious than the other. Two had license plates from Frankfurt, but that was hardly a hint either. Colin pointed at a few huts at the other side of the rails.

»They must be somewhere over there!«

He drew his gun, and Verena regretted that she had not been able to get her own. She hoped that the young man would not be too trigger-happy, or, even worse, freeze when he was confronted with a real shootout for the first time.

The huts were surrounded by a few trees and some shrubbery that could euphemistically be called a forest, and Colin ad Verena decided to encircle the group of houses and meet on the backside, both trying to see if there were any hints which was the right one.

After 30 minutes, they met at one of the few bigger trees. Verena reported:

»On my side, we can most likely say that hut number two isn’t on the list! A man and a child just left it, heading for the parking lot! And number four looks as if it has been abandoned for years!«

Colin, who, maybe for no other reason than that it was the first time he was using it for real, still held the gun, pointed at a hut whose roof was visible through the bushes.

»I guess it is that one! First, it has got a satellite dish, and second, I could see that it has all its lids closed, like Mrs. Miura reported!«

Of course, the latter could also be an incidence that the hut had been left alone for some time, but they decided to give it a closer look, and they sneaked forward. And when they were close, Verena felt the well known tingle in her neck indicating her rising hunting instinct:

Since it was getting darker, they could now see a little light protrude through one of the gaps in the lid; someone was inside – or someone had left the light on, but that would have been even more a coincidence.

Colin, however, stared at the path leading from the hut to the end of the garden. In the grass, there was a narrow line of flattened grass, as if something had been pushed along recently; something like a large suitcase.

»All right«, Verena whispered, »we have the element of surprise, but they are maybe three, and we only have one gun!«

They made a quick decision: Verena grabbed a firm stick and sneaked towards the only door. If she heard approaching steps, she still had enough time to scream and alert someone. Colin meanwhile approached the window and would try to peek through the gap in the lid.

Verena crouched beside the door, pressing her ear against it. From inside, she could hear indistinct human voices, but she could not understand a word. However, it was female voices, and it was another proof that someone was inside!

She had to wait for some three minutes until she reached a message on her phone. It was Colin, having sent her a photo that was of bad quality, since it had been taken through the gap. It showed Angelina, sitting on a chair, and partially hidden by the body of a brunette woman that was adjusting a tripod. From what she could see, Angelina was naked and had a piece of tape over her mouth. Colin’s message read:

»Seems there are only these two!«

Verena’s brain worked quickly: if number three would have been outside, to guard the hut, they would have met her, and with just the two criminals, unsuspecting of their presence and just busy faking a blackmail video, they stood a chance. She texted to Colin:

»Get here!«

Sneaking around the corner like a secret agent on a mission, the young man showed up, and Verena breathed:

»If the door’s unlocked, we can take them by surprise!«

Colin nodded, and they inspected the door, carefully testing the handle. It was locked, and Verena felt the disappointment of having to call her colleagues and to get scolded for disobeying the rules instead of getting the fame for an arrest. She was interrupted by Colin who handed her the gun and stepped back one step, focussing the door.

Verena understood: the door consisted of plywood, and it opened to the inside. She raised the gun, ready to give Colin a backup as he took a few deep breaths, flexing his right leg. Then, he suddenly landed a heavy front kick.

Colin stumbled forward, unable to stay on his feet, but he managed to roll out of the way, so Verena could storm inside, the gun raised. In the fraction of a second she needed to pass the first room, she could see it was empty. She reached the door of the bedroom, and there, Angelina half stood, half sat on the chair, her hands, that had obviously not really been tied, at her sides, the tape still over her mouth. Elena had obviously fallen over the tripod, for she was lying on the floor on all fours, struggling to get up. Verena slammed against the door with the weight of her 108 lbs, so if Marina had been hiding behind it, she would have suffered from a broken nose. Then, she aimed at the two puzzled criminals.

»On your knees, bitches, hands behind your heads!«

***

Laya had still one hand on her door handle, but the gun in the blonde’s hand told her that she would regret any attempt to run onto the corridor. When Marina told her to get into the living room and to sit down on the couch, she obeyed. She now recognized her as the woman from the fake taxi service, but now, she was dressed in normal plain clothes.

»Angelina texted me about Verena  sounding as if she was becoming suspicious – and so, she told me to take care we have a backup – you!«

Laya panted, and she shielded her heaving boobs whilst trying to cup her pubic area with her other hand. The woman spoke calm, but there was a gleeful sparkle in her eyes, and she still held the gun aiming at her. Laya gulped and stammered, trying in vain to sound confident:

»They w-will arrest y-you’re a-accomplices! B-better give up!«

Marina pondered before she stated with a smile:

»Hmmm – no! I think we will follow our plan, maybe with some adjustments, according to how your friends behave! But don’t worry! Tomorrow at that time, it will all be over – and if you don’t try anything stupid, you will have lost nothing but your dignity!«

Laya took a deep breath that fluttered a little.

»What is this a-all about?«

Marina laughed ringingly.

»The old plot device where the villains waste time by revealing their masterplan? I am afraid, you will have to cope with just being a pawn in our game! And speaking of wasting time – catch!«

She threw a pair of handcuffs to Laya who had to put them around her ankles before she had to rise from the couch. Marina directed her to the bathroom.

»If you need to pee, it’s now or never!«

Laya glimpsed at her bathroom window. They were at the third floor, but she could perhaps cry for help or attract someone’s attention. However, she doubted that Marina would leave her unchaperoned, and so, she shook her head. Marina shrugged.

»Don’t blame me if you have to go later, with lots of people watching! Now, that we are here – get a towel, some body lotion – and the laundry hamper!«

The collection puzzled the naked girl, though she had a suspicion what the dirty laundry would be needed for. Back in the living room, she had to drape the towel onto the couch before sitting down again.

»I don’t want the cushions to get smeared! Now, take the lotion and cream your body!«

Laya was reminded of »Silence of the Lambs«, though she was sure that Marina wasn’t after her skin. Slowly opening the can, she asked:

»What will it be – another video of me, stark naked and exposing myself?«

She sounded rather despondent than scared. After all, she had experienced public humiliation the day before, and this would just be more of the same. Marina made a wavering gesture with her left.

»Sort of, but you won’t perform here, but, since we are at Bingen, on the Mouse Tower!«

The Mouse Tower was a Medieval tower on a small river island, and it owed its nickname to an old tale about a cruel Bishop who had had starving peasants burnt in a barn, comparing their death cries to the squeals of mice. According to legend, thousands of mice had then swum over to his tower and had eaten him alive. Laya wanted to ask again what this was all about, but Marina interrupted her:

»Less chitchatting, more creaming!«

The next minutes, only an occasional smacking of greasy hands on her skin and Laya’s panting could be heard. Then, Marina ordered matter-of-factly:

»If I were you, I would do an extra layer between your legs and to your cleft!«

Laya had no intention of doing so, with the blonde watching her, but there was something in the way she had proposed this that she would regret the alternative even more, and so, the girl rubbed a copious amount of lotion on her pubic area and between her buttocks. Marina allowed her to wash her hands, telling her to fill the sink with water in the progress. From her gym bag, she produced a coiled rope and placed it in the water.

»Leather straps – they shrink when they dry! In the meantime, we may find something to gag you! Please, empty your hamper onto the carpet!«

Laya’s legs grew a bit wobbly, and she staggered once when she walked back into the living room, forced to take small steps due to her ankle cuffs. She knew exactly what Marina had in mind. However, even if she had grabbed the hamper and thrown it at her, she would never have made it to the door unharmed. And yet, Laya considered her health higher than her modesty, or her having to chew on her used underwear.

She had to kneel beside the heap of clothes, and Marina ordered her to make three piles: ordinary clothes, socks and pantyhose – and panties. Marina picked up one of Laya’s bras and felt one of the cups with feigned disbelief.

»So ample! Oh, I see you cut off the label! What size are you, Laya?«

»38D«, Laya breathed, unable not to blush. Marina stared so blatantly at her breasts that the girl shielded them with her arm.

»I guess men were mad by just seeing them, let alone touching them!«

She giggled.

»Well, after the last day, one sure cannot count those who have seen them!«

Cocking her head, she whispered in a confidential tone:

»How many have touched them already, hm?«

She seemed to wait for an answer, and since any number would have caused some embarrassing remark, Laya decided to tell the truth:

»Three!«

Collecting her confidence, she raised her head and, lowering the arm from her boobs a bit, she added in a defiant tone:

»That is, if you don’t count some random gropers in the Frankfurt Subway!«

Marina giggled, and for the fraction of a moment, her face showed a glimpse of female solidarity. However, it was short-lived.

»Of these three, did any have large enough hands to cup them properly?«

Involuntarily, Laya had to think of Colin, and that she had indeed looked at his hands. They looked strong, though they were not big enough to-

She shook her head, lowering her head to hide her embarrassment. Marina also seemed to be keen on getting to another topic.

»Now, let’s make sure you stay nice and quiet! Let’s have a look at your panties!«

There had been four pairs in the hamper, now lying side by side. Two were plain white cotton ones, one had small blue dots on it, and the fanciest one had a thin lace trimming and was made of shimmering white Satin. Since Laya was buxom, and since she wanted to be covered by her underwear, all had in common that they were quite substantial.

»Which would you choose?«, Marina asked, almost jovially.

»None? Or a least one of the fresh pairs from my drawer?«, Laya asked despondently, and again, Marina giggled.

»You are so sweet in your helpless defiance! Now, what do we have? Cotton, of course, will soak up your saliva best, whilst Satin will feel more smoothly on your tongue! Or, maybe, you want to sniff, which pair is the – ripest?«

Laya shuddered. She once again looked at the four pairs, and she knew that the pair with the dots was made of slightly thinner cloth – but these, she had worn for jogging, after having spent twelve hours at the company.

»At least, these are mine!«

She grabbed the dotted pair and pressed it into a dense ball, trying to get them as small as possible. Nevertheless, it took her some effort and caused some retching to get them into her mouth. Marina nodded and rose from her chair.

»Now, we will wait for a while! Do you mind if I prepare a cup of tea in the meantime?«

»Ghhmmph?«

With a sardonic smile, Marina pulled a pair of black lacy bikini briefs from her pocket and draped them over the chair’s armrest.

»Over the time, the panties will get more and more soaked and therefore become smaller! Then, you will have enough space in your mouth to put mine on top!«

Horrified, Laya mewed, but Marina just went for the kitchenette. It was separated from the living room by a wall that was just three feet high, allowing her to keep an eye on Laya who was trying to breathe calmly through her nose and to cope with the taste of her own sweat and womb. She looked at her apartment door, just four yards away and yet unreachable.

»If only Colin was here!«

Under other circumstances, she would never have considered the boyish young man a potential White Knight, but at least, he was on the right side of the law and he had a gun. In addition, contrary to Verena, he had not yet been overpowered by the three villainesses.

Panting, she looked around. Maybe, if she could not avoid getting brought away from her home, she could leave a message, leading anyone looking after her (Colin?) to the Mouse Tower. However, her phone was in the hands of Angelina, and even if she had had pen and paper, Marina would have intervened before she had scribbled the first letter.

The blonde returned, and with her legs crossed, she sipped from her tea, watching as Laya was coping with her gag. The Sri Lankan managed to stay calm, but she retched occasionally, and whenever she had to swallow some saliva, she cringed with disgust.

»You better chew on them a bit! I know, the taste isn’t the most pleasant, but otherwise, the second pair might dislodge your jaw!«

After some minutes, when some saliva dripping from Laya’s lips indicated the panties in her mouth had become completely soaked, Marina ordered her to kneel, and she stepped behind her, gathering her hair.

»Mhhm, you have such wonderful hair! I have to think of a brush, so I can comb it, later, if we have some time for each other!«

She pressed the back of Laya’s head against her womb and with two hands, she slowly, but thoroughly stuffed her panties into the girl’s already packed mouth, pressing the dense wad against the back of her throat. Laya’s chest heaved, and she mewed faintly, but mercilessly, Marina forced the second pair into her mouth. Then, she reached for one of Laya’s pantyhose, pressed the crotch part over her packed mouth and pulled the legs towards her nape with all her strength. Laya felt as if the taut Nylon cut the corners of her mouth and pressed violently against her ballooning cheeks, but the blonde tightened the single knot at her nape twice before she brought the ends over her mouth and tied them off with a tight triple knot.

»Ghhmmmm! Mmhrrmmm!«

Laya weakly moved her unbound arms. She had somehow not dared to fight the blonde who now used a discarded scarf to loosely tie her hair to a provisional updo. Then, she produced a wide roll of tape. It was transparent, but, according to the strength she needed to peel it off, it was very strong and very sticky.

Marina seemed to have developed the ambition to compress the lower half of Laya’s head to diamond, given how tight she applied the tape when she wound it over her mouth over and over again, about a dozen times. Laya already felt her face getting numb, and she now could barely move her jaw at all. With a whimper, she touched the extremely tight gag, but Marina just tapped on the gun in her belt and waved her index finger.

She fetched the trenched leather rope and started to cut different lengths from it. To Laya, they looked like venomous snakes as they were draped over the couch’s backrest. Marina grabbed a strap that was about three or four yards in length.

»Your 38Ds and a tight  elbow tie would be a match made in heaven – but unfortunately, we have to consider«, she sighed, »practical issues!«

Laya had to stand with her arms dangling at her sides, and Marina wound the strap around her arms and upper body at the height of her waist, trapping her lower arms. After three times, she pulled the slack out and knotted it off below her belly button, cutting off the dangling ends and measuring them critically. Each was about one foot in length.

»I think they will do!«

With one of the straps, she cinched the rope between Laya’s flank and her right upper arm, adding some tightness to the so far relatively loose bond. She repeated the procedure on the left side, again cutting off the loose ends. Still, the tie felt not too tight – but with a shiver, Laya remembered what the blonde had said about leather shrinking when drying. Yet, the monstrous gag was still her biggest concern.

With another strap, Marina tied Laya’s elbows to her sides, cinching these bonds, too. The strap rounds slightly chaffed the base of her breasts, and Marina tied her arms and torso  with a third round above her breasts, cinching that, too. Then, she took a last long strap and brushed over Laya’s nose with one end.

»Do you think I am mean, sweet Laya?«

Not sure what answer she expected, Laya nodded, and the blonde kissed her gagged mouth. She got so near that she could hiss into the Sri Lankan’s ear:

»Then, what will you call it what I do to you next?«

Anxiously, Laya felt her thread the strap through the horizontal rounds of leather above her breasts, evening the ends before also pushing them under the ropes below her boobs. Then, she yanked the ends upwards, creating a slightly uncomfortable frame for Laya’s breasts, a bit like an inconvenient bra without cups.

The ends were brought over her shoulders and led under the bonds at the small of her back and at her waist, and Laya felt the leather straps dangle over her buttocks. Marina started tying knots into the two straps, about 20, it seemed. Cuddling against her victim’s side, she brushed over her pubic mound, chuckling as Laya cringed and mewed.

»Just three men who even touched your boobies so far, and yet, you are shaving down there – though you were a bit lazy during the last couple of days! Listen!«

The last word came so sharp Laya indeed fell silent, and so, she could hear the faint scraping sound as Marina brushed over her stubbles of pubic hair growing back. She whimpered with embarrassment at the humiliating touch – only to gasp when Marina’s other hand pushed between her thighs from behind.

»Uhhmmhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

To her surprise and relief, Marina indeed let her go, but Laya now sensed that she had threaded the knotted ends of the vertical rope starting at her breasts between her legs. She held them loosely by the last knot where two ends of about five inches were dangling, and Laya shifted her body uncomfortably when she felt the knotty rope touch her cleft and her soft flesh. Marina held the knot to her pubic mound where it was about an inch above her clit.

»Oopsie, silly me! I took the measurement wrong! This knot should be here!«

She tapped against the rope around Laya’s waist, about three or four inches above the knot. With a feigned shrug, she decided:

»Let’s see if we can get the missing inches by getting rid of some slack, shall we?«

She stepped to Laya’s side again and pulled o the ropes where they went over her shoulders, causing the ropes above and below her breasts to almost meet, and she pulled and tightened until everything was very snug, and the knots now were not only touching her cleft, but chaffing it, and the touch of the leather between her legs was very irritating. Marina held the last knot to Laya’s lower abdomen, noticing that there were still one or two inches missing.

»Now, you called me mean – but I even allowed you to cream yourself down there!«

With a quick gesture, she splayed the girl’s labia, pulled the rope between them and then started to thread the ends through her waist rope.

»Mmmrrhhmmm! Ghhmmmph! Mhhhuuhhmm! Mph!«

Helplessly, Laya struggled when the rope was inside her, now not yet painful, but tight, and at a spot where no rope was supposed to go. However, squirming only made things worse, and, according to Marina’s chuckling, she was well aware of that and didn’t scold her, though it took her longer to tie the ends off. When she was finished, she inspected her work, even pushing the panting and mewing Laya towards the mirror, so she could admire her crotch rope, too.

»Now, it’s just a little inconvenient – but of course, if the leather dries, well, then, you will make some experiences I am not envying you for!«

Laya’s eyes widened with horror. To her, the current predicament was far above being »a little inconvenient«. The crotch rope pressed against her clit, it felt very irritating and a little painful inside her, and if she had to walk, things got much worse, as she experienced as Marina now directed her to the couch, cupping her boobs from behind to do so. To her further embarrassment, she took a photo of her in her naked plight.

»Don’t go anywhere!«, she purred as she went to the corridor, only to come back with Laya’s coat she draped over her shoulders. Playfully rubbing the woollen cloth over her breasts, she slowly buttoned it close, noticing it ended about two inches above the girl’s knees.

»All right, have a seat!«

She pushed Laya who landed on the couch, immediately rearing up with a muffled scream as the sitting position caused the crotch rope to bite into her soft flesh. Laughing at her struggles to find a tolerable position, Marina cut another piece of leather and then approached her victim.

»Hold still!«

When Laya didn’t obey, her expression became angry, and with a quick move, she reached under the coat and yanked on Laya’s crotch rope.

»Mmhrrrmmmmm! Uuuhmmmmmm!«

The line of fire made her wail and squirm, and with a strict voice, Marina now barked:

»That was an order – and you better follow my orders! Is that understood?«

She once again hooked a finger into the crotch rope, and with tears in her eyes and whimpering, the girl nodded. Smiling as friendly as before, Marina withdrew and took the strap.

»This one, you will almost not notice in comparison!«

She tied the rope around Laya’s thighs, cinching it in a way there still was about an inch’s gap between her inner thighs. Then, she once again left and returned with a pair of boots Laya had considered fancy, but only rarely worn since. They were made of black leather, with high heels, and they reached almost to her knees.

Removing the cuffs, she put them on the girl’s feet, not bothering to put socks on them before. Then, she grabbed Laya’s shoulders and pulled her to her feet. The girl staggered and mewed as the thigh bond felt tighter as her leg muscles tensed, but after a while, she could stand on her feet. On Marina’s order, she also walked a few steps, and though she could only do small paces and felt the crotch rope saw on every move, it worked. In the mirror, she could see that the coat hid her bonds completely, and only her gag and the dangling empty sleeves were odd.

Marina seemed to have come to the same conclusion, and she stuffed the sleeves with some discarded T-Shirts before tugging them into the coat’s pockets. Then, she produced a white COVID mask and placed them over Laya’s face. She controlled the effect and didn’t seem satisfied.

Choosing one of Laya’s silk scarves, she slung it loosely around her neck, tugging the ends into the coat to conceal the girl was naked underneath, and to also hide the ropes. Then, she loosened the Sri Lankan’s hair, brushing through it with her fingers.

»So beautiful – that reminds me of something before we go!«

»Before we go?«, Laya thought with horror. She thought of something, anything to leave a hint – and then, it fell into her eyes. It was very vague, but perhaps, someone would notice it.

Marina was rummaging through the bathroom, obviously looking for a hairbrush, and she suddenly kicked the door ajar. Moments later, Laya heard a splashing sound, accompanied by a sigh of relief, indicating that Marina relieved herself.

Laya stumbled over to the cork board beside the door. There were a few postcards pinned to it, and one of them showed the Mouse Tower. By pushing against the board, she managed to make it fall to the ground.

The toilet flushed, and Laya looked for a place where the card would look wilfully placed. She pushed it towards the living room’s door, and she almost slipped when she spun around as Marina left the door. She smiled, playfully poking Laya with the hairbrush.

»Phew, that was urgent! But now, we can go!«

She grabbed her gym bag, but to Laya’s relief, she stepped over the postcard without noticing it. Then, she grabbed Laya’s shoulder and whispered:

»I know, there are other people outside, and you may be tempted to try something! But if someone notices you, I will shoot you, and maybe some innocent bystanders, too! Nad if you try something and fail to escape, I will hang you by your crotch rope! Did you get me?«

With a whimper, Laya nodded, and Marina kissed the tip of her nose.

»Well, let’s go then!«

***