Cruise (28 page)

“Do exactly what I say and you will be fine,” Hermann said quietly, moving the knife towards one and then the other woman. Looking around quickly, she realized that she had apparently entered the ship’s brig. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“We…we’re here to release the prisoner. Captain’s orders,” Campbell said quickly, gesturing towards one of the cells.

“Do it,” Hermann said, wondering who was being held in this secret jail.

In a few moments, Hermann discovered that her contact, Marianne Castillo, had been the prisoner and was now free. This was an unexpected plus to Hermann’s otherwise bungled plans.

“Do you know the original plan?’ Hermann asked her as she rubbed her sore wrists and studied the two crewwomen who were now pressed face first, up against the bulkhead.

“Si, yes, of course,” Marianne said nervously.

“Then go and do your thing. I have some use for these two. But, on second thought,” said Hermann, “help me get them over to my cabin,” and she handed her the knife. “Are there handcuffs and shackles here?”

“I suppose so,” Marianne said. “They threw me in here without giving me much orientation.”

“Right. Watch these two. Slice an ear off if they move an inch.”

“With pleasure,” Marianne said, grinning while Hermann opened cabinets and drawers, pulling out an assortment of straps and cuffs and stuffing them into a small canvas bag with leather handles.

“That should do it,” Hermann said. “Let’s go.”

***

Hermann was determined to keep at least one of the younger women as a hostage, which he might need in the event things did not turn out as he expected. Thus, the two crewwomen he now had bound in his cabin were, as he saw it, his ticket off the yacht when the time came. He was beyond caring about Marianne.

Campbell sat on the wooden bench fastened to one bulkhead and her colleague, Gossett, sat next to her. Both women were silent and unable to move. Hermann used a restraint harness that he removed from a locker in the brig and put both girls into this ultra-confinement device as soon as he got them to his cabin.

Campbell and Gossett were identically restrained. Their ankles were strapped together; Campbell’s left foot to Gossett’s right. Each girl’s ankles were closely strapped together as well. The same system extended up their legs: both legs closely strapped. Their legs were fastened side by side as well, with straps just below the knee, above the knee, at mid and top of thigh. Their arms were in a different type harness, what Hermann called the “X-Box” restraint because it used the arms to form a square on the captive’s back. Initially, Hermann fitted them each with a nylon harness designed apparently for large dogs. It worked perfectly on humans as well, with the side straps going over the shoulders and back under the arms and meeting at the central portion of the harness where sturdy steel D rings, as well as a release latch for the harness were conveniently placed. Once fitted snugly on the captive, the various adjustment straps and buckles were tightened to the point where the harness could not be removed without opening the release and this was locked. A short nylon brace, which was intended to cross the dog’s chest and connect both fore leg straps, worked well on the women for the same purpose and it rested above their breasts.

The next and equally important part of the X-box was a set of common leather bondage cuffs, arranged in couples and wrapped around the biceps on each girl. These cuffs also could be locked and had several D rings for attachment to the rest of the box-like configuration. From the cuffs on Campbell’s upper left arm, two straps went around her chest, one over and one under her braless breasts. These straps fastened to the twin cuffs on the right bicep and were pulled snug, but not fully tight until later. Identical double straps went from cuff to cuff across the back of the victim, and then all four straps were mercilessly tightened, pulling the arms close to the rib cage and sides, making the tits stand out from the intense side pressure and leaving the lower arms dangling at the girls’ sides.

Now Hermann placed the lower arms together, parallel across the girl’s back and strapped them with similar double sets of cuffs, binding wrist to arm just below the elbow and then adding another set of cuffs, larger ones, at mid arm just to make sure the box design was stable and complete. Thus, Hermann’s hostages were tightly strapped together and found their arms and legs equally useless. As a compliment to this stringent bondage, Hermann added mouth-filling beanbag gags filled with salty sand. These terrible devices sucked the moisture from inside the mouth slowly until the gagged captive could not make a sound because their mouth, throat and tongue were functionally disabled from lack of moisture. It was a cruel and unusual punishment, the kind Hermann specialized in. An open-face leather hood was then fitted over each girl’s head. The hoods had several hard points with large sturdy D ring mounts on them. This left only the eyes and nose exposed and pressed the gags further into the sealed mouth. Hermann laced the back of the hoods carefully, making sure there was pressure on the entire captive head and watching the eyes sort of pop out from the increased tension of the leather helmet.

Hermann studied his hostages and, seemingly on the spur of the moment, reached down and seized Campbell’s left nipple, squeezing it until the girl screamed into her gag and the hood, making very little noise, but also making it clear that her nipple was being badly tormented. Hermann did this several times with both girls until he felt sure that any noise the two made would be of little or no consequence. As an added touch, she went to the built in drawers on the bulkhead and removed four tiny pieces of jewelry from a small box.

“Know what these are for?” Hermann asked, dangling the shiny metal items in front of his captive audience. Two heads slowly shook a “no”, but Hermann thought he saw recognition in the frightened eyes of Campbell and so he decided to demonstrate the silver metal devices on her first. “These are nipple clips,” he said simply. “They are of a type that not only clips the nips, but slowly drives the very sharp ends of the spring rings though the flesh to eventually become highly effective nipple rings.” Both girls whined silently, eyes fastened on the dangling pain jewelry.

“Oh yes,” said Hermann, nodding his head in the affirmative. “They can be removed, but the true benefit of these little gems is that while you wear them, they are endlessly digging their own little anchorages in your tits. Very, very effective for control, as you’ll soon learn.”

Both girls shuddered, straining at their strapped arms and legs, going nowhere.

“Here goes number one,” Hermann said. “We have four in all, so howl to your heart’s content, girls, these little babies are your reminders that I can and will do anything I need to do to get off this boat when the time comes and I’ll lead you two around by your pierced nips to make this happen.” Saying this, Hermann reached for Campbell’s already injured left nipple and, squeezing the shiny clamp ring, he aligned the needle-like ends with the base of the nipple and slowly released the tension of the spring. The needle’s ends immediately sunk deeply into the nipple flesh and the struggles and muted screams from behind the helmet and gag evidenced the painful effectiveness of the device. Hermann, already bored with the torture work, quickly attached the remaining three clamps to the offered nipples and then went to the head in his cabin for a bit of relief. When he returned, his “double dates”, as he called them, were writhing and bouncing on the wooden bench, incapable of reaching their tortured tits and moaning in tune to nothing.

“This thing isn’t really necessary,” Hermann said as he tightened the lacing a second time on Gossett’s hood. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it, Honey? I’ll wrap this up for now with a matching padded blindfold that I can take off if I need for you to be able to see what is happening later on,” he said, attaching the blindfolds to each helmeted head and securing the bands behind their necks.

From the duffel bag at his feet, Hermann then produced a half dozen short leather dog leashes with snap fasteners at both ends. He hooked four of the leashes to the nipple rings and two more to the D ring on the forehead of each girl’s hood. He pulled forward and down on the leashes, forcing the girl’s bound body to bend at the waist until her leather-encased head rested on her strapped lower thighs, her gagged mouth pressed to her upper legs where the above knee straps were in place. Hermann fastened the head leash to the knee straps, making sure that there was no slack for the bent body to benefit from. Then he reached under Campbell’s contorted form and ascertained that her large breasts were pressed to her thighs as well. Hermann pulled on the leash attached to each nipple and was rewarded by more painful howls from inside the hood. The tit leashes were tightened and snapped to D rings on the ankle cuffs, completing the entire ensemble and causing Hermann to lick his lipsticked lips happily. Campbell had slightly larger breasts than Gossett, so it took Hermann a few moments to make sure that both girls were in equal discomfort with the strap, harness and leash restraint and their pierced, stretched tits.

“I wonder how long these two can stand this,” Hermann said to himself as he locked the cabin door and headed back to the galley.

He turned one passageway corner and was struck in the neck by the edge of Bibi’s stiffened right hand. As Hermann went down, a second powerful blow crushed two vertebrae at the base of his neck, partially paralyzing him. He crumpled to the deck, useless hands trying to clutch his shattered windpipe, trying to breathe and get away from the killer woman who now stood over him, a heavy automatic with silencer aimed at his head.

Bibi and her team surrounded Hermann, expecting him to say something useful.

“You’re Hermann?” Bibi asked sharply.

Hermann nodded painfully, still choking and partly paralyzed.

“You planned to blow up the ship and kill us all?”

Again the nod.

“You’ve been torturing the captives?”

Hermann was silent. Bibi kicked him in the groin, hard.

Hermann shook his head. His right hand, partly paralyzed, moved slowly, seeming to want to reach his shattered neck, behind his head.

“What cabin?” Bibi asked, her voice like cold steel.

Hermann looked stupidly at her, not knowing what she meant. His twitching hand moved closer to his neck.

“You are not a woman, are you?” Bibi asked, kicking one of Hermann’s fake breast forms hard enough so that it broke under his jacket, oozing clear silicone fluid out from the cuff and neck of the jacket. “One more time and then you go over the side with a bullet in your head,” Bibi said. “What cabin were you in?”

“Aghug, iizzz,” Hermann gagged, still unable to speak or breathe and close to passing out. His hand disappeared behind his head and came out with a short, double-edged dagger that he swung, with all his remaining strength, towards Bibi’s right ankle, hoping perhaps to sever her Achilles tendon or worse.

But Hermann was slow and Bibi was faster. She kicked the knife away without taking her eyes off Hermann.

“Now I’m really pissed off, you miserable worm. One more time, what cabin?”

“Uck U,” Hermann added and slumped on the deck.

Bibi shook her head once and fired one hollow nosed round into Hermann’s forehead. Then she and her team moved on down the hall, checking each cabin until they found Campbell and Gossett, the two ringed and leashed hostages Hermann had been tormenting.

Once they released the girls, the constantly growing group moved on until they found and liberated the captain, Norquist and rest of the crew who were handcuffed and locked in the aft section, under the helo hangers.

“They plan to blow up the ship,” Norquist said as they freed his hands.

“That much, we know,” Bibi responded. “What we need is a ruse to convince them that they succeeded before we raid the freighter.”

“I think we can help you there,” Captain Ingram said quickly.

In a matter of minutes, Ingram and Norquist outlined a plan that was then executed to use one the of the yacht’s life rafts, load it with explosives and put it over the side, then move Altuna away, detonating the charges from a safe distance. Because the slave ship was over the horizon, all they would see, if they were looking, would be a display of flashes with enough light to convince anyone watching that Altuna had, in fact, been blown up by the charges the terrorists planted.

“Now,” said Bibi to the group gathered in the main saloon. “We need a two-phase recon and rescue plan and we need to execute it fast, before that freighter gets too far. Suggestions, please.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

Wink

Pony training is both art and science. You can teach a pony to do many things, but the real trick is to get it to not only do what it is supposed to do, but to do so with style and an attitude that says the pony not only is good at it, but perhaps enjoys it now and then as well. It came as no surprise to the trainers on the freighter than Wink, once indoctrinated, seemed to enjoy the workouts. She did not enjoy the sex that often preceded or followed and continued to resist as much as possible the blatant sexual attacks that the slavers constantly carried out. What changed this was a FAX that Oberly received one night from a buyer in Morocco who had seen the on-line videos of Wink and was already lined up to purchase her. His message stressed that he wanted her for a personal toy pony, not as a sex toy.

“I have plenty of sex slaves,” the message said, “but this slave would be a great asset as a pure pony toy and it will not be used for sex. I will pay double the highest price offered for her if you will curtail the sexual elements and just train her as a household pony.”

“Holy shit,” Oberly cried as he read and reread the message. “What a deal. I suppose it means we’ll have to make her off limits to the crew now, just when they were starting to look forward to screwing the little bitch.”

“Yeah, and if you hadn’t gotten carried away with the fuckin’ carrot, we’d not only have a no sex slave, but a virgin one as well,” said the twin.