Wine and other Goods 12

Inside the hut, had forced both Angelina and Elena to kneel side by side, their hands folded at the back of their heads. With hardly oppressed glee, she had not allowed Angelina, who was only wearing a pair of white Lycra panties, to cover her breast, nor to even rip the tape from her face. Also, she had ordered Colin to search Elena for weapons or keys, and though the young man had not taken advantages, she had seen how this embarrassed the brunette – a lovely sight in Verena’s eyes.

»Now, it seems that your evil schemes have almost come to an end, bitches! Sure, Marina’s still on the run, but without accomplices, without any support, and with an entire Police force behind her, that will only be a matter of hours!«

She held the gun with both hands, feeling her memories of what these two had done to her threatened to overwhelm her. Verena knew she would not shoot, but perhaps, she could get some revenge, in addition to justice being done.

»Now, shall I call our colleagues?«, Colin asked, a bit confused. Since these two had also humiliated and kidnapped Laya, he let no sympathy for them, but he was also a Policeman who actually didn’t support self-justice. Verena took a few deep breaths before she could answer:

»Maybe, that’s the best we can do!«

At least, she would have the small satisfaction that some of her male colleagues would get to see Angelina topless. Verena wasn’t sure what hurt her more: Angelina sexually humiliating her, or that she had quite convincingly played her friend.

»Prt! Prt!«

The faint buzzing came from the table, and Colin could see a phone with a still lit display, indicating that a message had just arrived. Verena stated, not taking the gun from their captives:

»If it’s Marina, tell her that we have her friends, and that she better gives up right now!«

Colin took the phone and opened the message. His expression became abashed, and he looked from the two kneeling women to Verena and back to the display.

»Marina! She – she has got Laya!«

He held the phone to Verena, and instinctively, she looked at the display, seeing an image of the Sri Lankan, naked, tied with straps and the lower half of her face covered with transparent tape that seemed to keep a massive amount of packing inside. She was shocked, and that was all Angelina needed.

When the phone call had distracted her captors, she had put her weight on one knee, and being 6’, she of course had some range. She darted forward, and her hand slammed on Verena’s right wrist, causing her to drop the gun. A moment later, both women were entangled in a brawl, and Colin tried to assist  her, but now, Elena had managed to reach her own gun.

»Stop it! Stop it, or I’ll shoot!«

As a Policeman, Colin had received some basic self defence techniques, but he also knew that an opponent with a gun was tricky, and in addition, there was still the message from Marina. So, he intervened the catfight. Angelina got to her feet and ripped the tape from her lips. She panted, but she seemed to have regained her confidence. From the floor, she grabbed the discarded gun and now, two weapons aimed at Verena and Colin.

»You«, Angelian addressed Colin, »seem to be the more reasonable of you! So, pick up the phone and tell me what you see!«

Colin obeyed, picking up the phone.

»It’s Laya, she is bound and gagged – and naked!«

»Also, she is in Marina’s custody, and if you have expected some cozy reunion – they are not coming here! Instead, they are preparing one part of the finale! The other part will now be taken by you!«

Not bothering to cover her breasts, she once again turned towards Colin:

»A bird twittered to me that you have a soft spot for Laya! So, if you don’t want her to suffer and to be killed, which is not part of our plan, but also not out of the question, you do as I say! If you are a good guy, by tomorrow, you may taste as much – cinnamon as you like!«

Colin was drawn between confusion, his worries for Laya and him trying to see an escape. Verena just panted, glancing at Angelina who now leaned against the wall, her gun still aiming at both her captives. A sardonic smile appeared on her lips.

»Young man, as you may be pleased to hear, Laya is just our backup! So, if you help us preparing the main act for the finale, we will tell you where to find her once we have made our escape! Marina knows what she’s doing, so, if she has to leave Laya somewhere, bound and gagged, she will stay like this until – well, let’s better hope you are cooperative!«

It was irritating to see her so confident whilst still only wearing her white panties, but the gun in her hand spoke a clear language and so, Colin reluctantly nodded. Angelina pointed at Verena.

»I think she’s overdressed for what lies ahead of her!«

For a few seconds, Verena stared at her with a mixture of oppressed anger and contempt. Then, with an annoyed groan, she bent down to loosen her shoelace. Angelina raised an eyebrow.

»What are you doing? I said nothing about taking your clothes off!«

A bit puzzled, Verena straightened. With a sweet smile, the tall woman added:

»Since your colleague seems lower in rank, he will sure do you the favour!«

Verena gasped, and Colin looked as if Angelina had hit his forehead. After a few seconds, she purred towards him:

»Don’t worry. Elena and I will take care that she won’t bite you! Now, do something, so we might consider letting Laya go!«

With an apologetic look, the young man approached Verena, and she avoided his look, but said nothing when he crouched and took off her shoes. When he removed the socks next, Angelina ordered:

»Put these o the bed, we might need them! Oh, and she’s ticklish! If you know what’s good for you, you find out yourself!«

Murmuring an excuse, Colin grabbed one of her ankles and brushed over her sole. Verena couldn’t help twitching and chortling from oppressed laughter. Luckily, Angelina let her and Colin off the hook, and he took off her jacket. The sweater became a bit more intimate, as Colin had to step close behind her and to pull it over her head whilst she stood with raised arms. She gulped. These mean women had seen (and touched) everything already, but now, each piece of clothing would reveal more of her body to them and Colin.

He pulled the T-Shirt out of her Jeans and took it off like the sweater, revealing her white lacy bra. She saw Angelina’s eyes wander over her breasts, and she knew that a new perfidy would come.

»Young man, what do you say? Not quite Laya’s – dimensions, but ample nevertheless! What do you guess, without looking at the label?«

Colin stepped beside her, and he seemed a bit abashed, but calm when he looked at her breasts. After a few seconds, he stated:

»She’s a 34C!«

Despite having more severe problems, Verena raised an eyebrow.

»How do you know?«

The young man showed a slightly bashful grin.

»Observation skills!«

»Hey, show, don’t tell!«, Angelina interrupted, and Colin wanted to unclasp the bra. Blushing slightly, Verena breathed:

»I-it opens on the f-front!«

Under other circumstances, Colin’s attempts of not touching her boobs when opening the clasp would have amused her. When the garment had fallen, Angelina told Colin to hand it to her, but she discarded it.

»Too small for me, too big for Elena or Marina! And you won’t need it in the near future!«

Verena oppressed the urge to cover her breasts. Instead, she let her arms dangle, opening and closing her fists. Angelina noticed it and scoffed.

»Oh, since you love that position so much – fold your hands behind your head!«

When Verena had obeyed, she added with a cold, threatening smile:

»If you know what’s good for you, you keep that position! If I see you lower your arms, I will have your colleague tickle your armpits until you wet yourself! You«, she turned to Colin, »take care of the rest of her garments!«

 A bit clumsy, Colin started to fiddle around with her belt, but once again, Angelina interrupted him:

»Open her fly first!«

To her dismay, Verena realized that she was wrongly dressed for such a humiliation: her Jeans had no zip fly, but buttons, turning the opening process into some 30 embarrassing seconds. Colin had to widen the gap, and Angelina commented:

»At least, bra and panties match! And what material is it? Young man?«

When Colin hesitated, she ordered him to feel. Verena let out a fluttering breath when his index finger brushed over her pubic mound, though he didn’t use more pressure than necessary.

»Cotton!«, he reported with a hoarse voice, and Angelina nodded.

»Now, since we all share a – kinky past, Elena and I already know what kind of panties our petite Kommissarin is wearing! Now, if you want to guess-«

»Do I have a choice?«, Colin showed some weak defiance. Angelina smiled.

»Of course you have! Let’s make a deal: if you guess what nickname Verena had at school, I will let you off the hook with the panties! And, you even get a little hint: it has to do with a distinctive feature of her body – though she told me she hated her nickname, and only some of the boys actually used it!«

For the first time, Elena joined the game. She held the display of the phone to Colin, showing the picture of Laya in her predicament.

»Don’t forget for whom you are doing all this!«

Colin took a deep breath, and for a few seconds, he let his eyes wander over Verena’s body, of course focussing on her ample breasts. Then, apologetically glimpsing at her, he stated:

»Tit Mouse?«

Angelina burst out laughing, and Elena also chuckled. Blushing all over, Verena glanced at Colin who made a shrugging gesture.

»Verena, Dear, will you please tell your young colleague what the real nickname was?«

The urge to jump at the tall woman and to die scratching her face was overwhelming. Verena’ chest heaved, and her cheeks now were aflame from rage, not just embarrassment. However, if she refused to answer, Angelina would tell – and maybe add some more humiliating games.

»Standing Blower!«, she hissed, and Colin couldn’t completely oppress a nervous chortle. Angelina reminded him that there were more mysteries to be solved.

»Now, since you failed, and since you sure don’t want Laya to pay for it, we will up the ante: you have to find out three things: the kind of panties she is wearing, if they have lace trimming, and how Verena has groomed her pubic hair – or does she have any left?«

She added the rule that Colin had to leave the Jeans where it was and was not allowed to loosen the belt or to pull up the panties, so he could look at them. Colin took a deep breath.

»Sorry! But even if it were not about Laya, they are still those with the guns!«

Verena nodded and gritted her teeth, preparing for the next humiliation. Her Jeans was tight, and so, he had to put some effort in pushing his hand into them, at her butt. She panted when she felt his fingers grope her buttock.

»Definitely a thong!«, he stated when his fingers approached her cleft and still felt no cloth, »No lace trimming!«

He withdrew his hand, and when he went for her front, he chuckled nervously.

»I better take the other hand!«

Verena’s lips trembled from a hysterical giggle building in her throat. Colin obviously thought that it would be a bit less inconvenient if he pushed his fingers through her open fly; however, when he pulled on the cotton panel to feel for her pubic mound, Verena once again blushed all over and cringed with embarrassment.

»A landing strip!«, he finally stated, and Angelina clapped her hands without dropping the gun. Him loosening the belt and pulling down the Jeans was almost a relief in comparison, and even the removal o her panties felt less humiliating than Colin’s examination before. He had to hand the panties to Elena who brought them to her nose. After taking a few breaths through her nose, she playfully waved her index finger.

»You naughty, naughty girl! Someone had an orgasm not long ago!«

If a gap in the earth had opened right now, leading directly to hell, Verena would have jumped, maybe with a sigh of relief. She had put on the garment immediately after she had masturbated for Gabelstein, and obviously, Elena had a fine nose. Angelina ostentatiously cleared her throat.

»I like a good climax story like the next girl, but we have some work lying ahead! Now, first of all, we have to see to how tiny a ball we have to tie up Verena, so she fits into our suitcase! It was quite narrow for Kaede, and now, we have some extra padding to stow!«

Colin was told to get the suitcase from a corner; he obeyed, but when he lifted it, he suddenly staggered, leaning heavily on the suitcase and coughing.

»Come on, it isn’t that heavy!«, Angelina joked, but Colin just panted, rubbing his left upper arm.

»Fuck! My heart – I-«

Verena jumped towards him, placing her hand on his right arm. Colin cringed – but when she caught his look, he winked shortly.

»Come on, you are too young to-«

The suitcase was indeed not very heavy when empty, and Colin was a regular visitor at the gym. So, he threw the bulky thing directly at Angelina who staggered backwards, dropping her gun. Before Elena, taken by surprise, too, could react, Colin had grabbed her right arm and forced it behind her back in a vice grip. Disarming a person was common ground, since they regularly trained it at the Police Academy, and he knew how to force someone, especially someone weaker than him, to drop something, or to suffer the consequences.

Verena had meanwhile grabbed the gun from the floor and aimed at Angelina who had just come to her feet. Panting, and with fire in her eyes, she aimed at the tall woman.

»Please, let her make one false move!«, she thought and cocked the gun. Angelina’s eyes widened with fear.

With a shriek of pain, Elena dropped her gun, and Colin took it, pushing the brunette towards Angelina. Now, he could also aim at the two criminals. Hardly looking at the naked and wheezing Verena, he said in a loud and calm voice:

»Everything under control, Officer!«

After a few seconds, and after Colin had repeated his word another time, she seemed to have recovered enough to answer. With a frightening smile, she gasped:

»Now! – let’s show! – these bitches! – who’s in charge!«

***

With her thighs tied, Laya could only take small steps, the crotch rope seemed to saw through her soft flesh on every move of her hips, and she felt short of breath after they had just reached the elevator. Marina smiled, groping her breast through the coat. She patted her pocket in which, as Laya was all too aware of, her gun was hidden.

»Don’t worry, the car is just some 100 yards away from the house! Too bad you are not living in a more secluded area, I would have loved to have you hop the whole way – without that coat, of course, so they can bounce freely!«

At the lobby, Laya could see one of her neighbours just leave the house. He just nodded, not giving the pair a closer look, and left. Waiting for a few seconds, Marina directed Laya towards the entrance. The two stair steps to the lane were a bit of an obstacle, but though Marina had to grab her arm, and the crotch rope caused her to whimper, Laya managed not to slip.

Around her, she could hear the sounds of people that were free, careless and completely unaware of a kidnapping taking place in plain sight. She could see people behind windows or in their gardens, some just mere yards away, and she felt the cold grip on her heart tighten on every staggering step she took towards the parking lot.

Marina stopped at a van – silver grey and at least ten years old – and made her stop at the sliding door at its side. Leaning against the car, Laya had a few seconds of being unwatched by her captor when Marina rummaged through the load. She looked at a garden, just eight yards away. In it, a small girl was sitting on a rocking horse. When she saw Laya, she waved with a broad smile. Laya’s eyes widened. She didn’t dare to moan, but she desperately tried to signal with her eyes that she was not okay. The child cocked its head and looked questioningly. Laya cringed and looked pleadingly, and the girl’s smile suddenly reappeared.

»Mama! Laya needs wee-wee! Laya needs wee-wee!«

She ran for the house, and Laya felt a hand on her shoulder. Marina looked after the vanishing child and whispered:

»Let’s hope she didn’t recognize anything! You sure would not want to endanger a little girl, would you, Laya?«

She looked around and quickly grabbed Laya’s shoulders, pulling her inside the van and closing the sliding door. When she cuffed her captive’s booted ankles, Laya flailed and tried to escape her grip. Marina shook her head.

»That, my busty friend, was a bad mistake!«

Having cuffed her ankles, Marina forced Laya to flip around, so she was lying on her belly. Using the chain of the ankle cuffs as a handle, she pulled her over the floor to the front wall where she fixed the chain to an eyelet some foot above the ground. Two or three times, she pressed on Laya’s shoulders, squeezing her boobs against the floor.

»Luckily, you brought your own cushioning, the springs of that car definitely have seen their best days! Well«, she heartily slapped Laya’s buttocks, »it won’t be a long ride, and only the last third of it will be bumpy!«

Her laugh drowned Laya’s whimpers as she left the load. A few seconds later, the engine started and the van drove off.

***

The bang, if one wanted to call it so, came around 8 pm. Tied so tightly to a heavy leather chair, Kaede had been sweating profusely, and her back had literally become glued to the backrest. Then, when she twitched a little harder, the negative pressure there caused a sound as if someone had let a bubble gum collapse. The sound startled Luna – and obviously, it had also triggered the camera, for the LED now turned green.

Now that it didn’t matter anymore, Luna let out her built up tension and inner pressure in a desperate groan, and she trembled from sheer desperation. All the self-control she had kept up for hours had just been ruined in a second, and now, 276 more potential customers, friends or employees could witness that via the recorded clip.

Kaede, now with her sweaty skin sliding over the smooth leather, found a little freedom to move. It was just a writhing, but after being forced to sit more or less motionless for so long, her body demanded its right, and she shifted in her seat as much as her tight bonds allowed. It was all too natural – as was that her wriggling caused her middle to grind over the buzzing vibrator, and her most sensitive spot to push harder against the clit stimulator, each time sending almost painful, very intense tingles through Kaede’s loins.

»Ooouuhmmmph!«

When the touch became unbearable, the Japanese thrust forward her womb, and this sent a shock through her moist, swollen flesh that she reared up and let out a sigh that would otherwise have been unusual for a modest woman like her even if she hadn’t been gagged.

Luna’s glasses had become fogged up, and she could just see the blurry image of Kaede twitch, accompanied by what sounded like a sigh of hardly oppressed lust. Before she could even fully rationalize it, her body had come to a conclusion:

»If the guest of honour lets himself or herself go, you may also lower your level of countenance – otherwise, your guest may feel uncomfortable the next day!«

Of course, this was not in the slightest what her father had had in mind when he had given her that advice. However, her body, exhausted, sore and constantly teased for hours, saw it as a brilliant excuse, and Luna shifted her position.

»Oooouhhmmm!«

Instinctively, she had leaned back as far as she could for most of the time, trying to reduce the contact between her clit and the buzzing vibrator to a minimum. To do so, she had pressed her buttocks against the edge of the table, and when she now moved, the dull pain turned into a more vivid one, straying through her butt. At the same time, the stimulation to her front increased, feeling like a blissful reward for all her suffering. Luna wriggled her pelvis, feeling she could repeat the combination of pain and joy by just finding a rhythm that pleased her.

Her glasses were now completely fogged, and Kaede had closed her eyes; so, the constantly green LED didn’t bother any of them, and reality more and more became a vanishing ballast on their way up to the fields of Elysium.

***

Colin was glad that he met no one on the way back to his car. He had given his uniform a quick check in the mirror before leaving, but he was sure that everyone could see that he had already left the path of virtue and was about to step even further down to whatever this might end up with.

Until two days ago, the most dangerous thing in his life had been during a Football match, when a hooligan had attacked him with a broken bottle. On that occasion, Colin had been wearing his Kevlar vest and an anti-riot shield, and though the drunken man had been one head taller and some 50 lbs heavier than him, Colin’s baton had hit its target, and the scratch on the back of his hand he had received from this brawl had vanished after a few days and not even his mother had considered it a scar.

Then, beginning with Alwin and him being called to the waterfront promenade, his life had started to turn into a roller coaster. He remembered having seen Laya for the first time – dancing on the wall, almost naked, like something from a feverish (and yet very pleasant) dream. Then, in the car, when Alwin’s lecturing of her had mad him feel the urge to defend her, and somehow, the memory of Laya sitting in the back of the Police car, closing the collar of her coat with one hand whilst trying to  get her hiccup under control felt stronger than when he had seen her bare boobs. Perhaps, because this memory, he did not have to share with anyone who had seen the performance at the promenade.

He had been on Office duty when the ambush at the guesthouse had been discovered, but of course, office gossip had told him some of the raunchy details, including that among the women that had been found naked had been Kommissarin Verena Beil, the wet dream of more than half of his male colleagues. Had he been honest to himself, Colin could have counted himself among those, too. However, another one of the damsels had been again Laya.

Then, when trying to bond with her, she had literally fallen into his arms, stark naked, and then, Verena had recruited him on the spot, and Colin had not even hesitated to break the rules.

He had reached the car, and he looked over his shoulder, though some trees hid the hut from his eyes. Verena had assured him that she had everything under control, and yet, he was not sure whether he was doing the right thing.

Colin had watched Angelina and Elena at gunpoint whilst Verena had provisionally gotten dressed by putting on her Jeans and T-Shirt. She had then ordered him to keep them under control whilst she had rummaged through two bags standing around.

»We can’t risk them pulling up anything again!«

Her voice had sounded calm, and it had been a convincing thought, after what they – well, primarily Verena – had just gone through. So, he had not protested when Verena had ordered both Angelina and Elena to lie down on the bed, on their bellies, and had then secured them with four pairs of handcuffs she had found in one of the bags. She had tied each woman’s left wrist to her right ankle and vice versa, putting them into hogties and thus ensuring that they would not be able to land any surprise attacks again.

»Now, take that phone and see for Laya! I will stay here and wait for the others, to take care of these two – presumable criminals!«

Colin had been more than reluctant about leaving the Kommissarin alone with two women that had just humiliated her, and, sounding calm, but showing signs of oppressed emotions, Verena had put her hand on his shoulder and stated:

»I am okay – well, actually, I am not – but I haven’t lost my marbles completely! I have everything under control – including myself! These two will face a fair trial!«

To further prove him that she wasn’t planning any severe self-justice, she had handed him the confiscated gun, and when she had insisted on her rank, Colin had finally left the hut. Verena might be currently suspended, but she was a Kriminalkommissarin whilst he was just a rookie, and Police was almost as much about hierarchy than the Military.

He took the phone, Laya’s, not his, and looked at the photo Marina had sent. Laya, naked, bound and gagged, at the mercy of the third and hopefully last of the criminals that had caused so much trouble during the last two days.

His fingers were a bit sweaty when he enlarged the picture, so it only showed her face: her brown eyes seemingly staring at him over the massive gag, fearful and pleading. Colin entered the car and reflexively patted his gun holster.

»I am coming, Laya! My armour may be rather blue than white, and my horse might be needing new windshield wipers – but I am coming!«

***

Both Elena and Angelina glimpsed nervously at Verena who was rummaging through their bags of equipment again. Elena gasped when she held the taser in her hand, pondering as if she was deciding whether to use it on them.

»Listen!«, she blurted, »We have got Luna and Kaede, too! If you let us go, we will tell you where they are and-«

She fell silent when the taser was pointing at her. Verena seemed calm, but the sparkle in her eyes was sending alarming signals to her captives.

»So, once again, when I have you under my control, suddenly another accomplice pops up, to make me do another mistake! I know, sometimes, strange things happen, but that would be called a literal Damsel ex Machina!«

Again, Elena wanted to say something, but when she saw Verena’s index finger brush over the taser’s trigger, she didn’t dare, and Angelina also tried to play another card:

»If you have to, call your colleagues – not that you end up in jail, in a cell adjacent to ours!«

The smile on Verena’s lips was frightening.

»Oh, I will – but I have to think of which of them can handle such a delicate subject! And until then, you have the right to remain silent – and I better see to that right now!«

She dropped the taser, but only to draw a vicious looking knife. The two captives panted, and Verena climbed onto the bed and grabbed the waistband of Angelina’s white Lycra panties. She yanked hard, pulling the garment deep into her cleft and vulva, lifting her middle from the bed. Angelina whimpered, and Verena brushed over the tall woman’s buttocks with the blade of the knife.

»So nice of you that you brought a gag for Elena!«

She sliced through the seams, pulling the garment off Angelina, and whilst the tall woman panted and squirmed on the bed, Verena jumped from it and approached Elena, grabbing her hair and arching her head back.

»Steel or Lycra, your choice!«

Obviously not opting for steel, the brunette accepted the massive gag without trying to fight it, only retching when the panties touched the back of her throat. Elena had a rather small mouth, and so, Verena decided it was enough of a packing. She picked one of the ball gags from the gym back, energetically pushed the anties that had come out of Elena’s mouth a little back behind her teeth and then buckled the gag between her jaws. When Elena whinced, she pulled the straps one notch tighter and hissed:

»Still too loose?«

When Elena just blew air through her nose, Verena took the roll of duct tape and further secured the gag with ten rounds of it, each one pulled as tight as she could. Panting, Verena looked at the naked Angelina.

»Now, for you, I have something with a personal note!«

She picked her white thong that was lying on the floor. She had chosen not to put it on again, though her Jeans felt a bit strange without panties. However, Elena’s mentioning of her scent of arousal had somehow soiled them for her. Holding the knife to Angelina’s throat, she forced her to take the thong into her mouth, only to decide that this wasn’t enough of a packing. So, she added her discarded socks on top. Verena was sure that the woman’s mouth wasn’t filled to capacity yet, but she took a harness gag, something she only knew from the internet. She forced the ball deep into Angelina’s mouth, buckled the straps tight at her nape and pulled the other straps that met at her forehead over her head, also pulling them tight. Finally, by tickling her victim under her chin with the blade, she made her bite down hard onto her gag before she also strapped the last strap under her chin firmly in place.

Still not satisfied, she removed Elena’s shoes and socks, folded the latter and pressed them over Angelina’s lips, taking care that the sweaty cotton was close to her nose when she secured them in place with several rounds of tape. In a typical German gesture, she slapped at her thighs.

»So! Now, I can call my colleague!«

She went for the adjacent room and left the door ajar, so she could have an eye on her writhing an dwheezing captives whilst she phoned with a low voice, so the two could not understand what she was saying. After a few minutes, she returned.

»He will come soon – but until then, there is still a thing or two to take care about!«

With widened eyes, Angelina and Elena mewed when Verena approached the bed, in her hand the dreadful knife.

***