Repentence
by Arthur
translated by Gillian B
Chapter 1
"Just for once, I would like to have an evening to myself," said the Director to
herself as she heard the door intercom buzz. A click on the remote control and
the face of her intrusive caller appeared on the monitor. "Li-Anne!" she said,
somewhat relieved to see the slender outline of her pretty Chinese-American
assistant.
"I'll switch off the alarm and you can come in," she told her visitor.
Having shut off the alarm, the Director stood in front of the mirror and tidied
her red hair, disheveled from being sprawled in front of the television. She
looked good in her short cotton dress, snugly fitted at the waistline and
showing off her shoulders and slender but firmly muscled arms.
Another button on the remote control allowed Li-Anne to pass through the
reinforced door into the apartment. The young woman was dressed entirely in
black leather: trousers, knee-length boots, a tight jacket and gloves. "Wearing
battledress Li-Anne?" asked the Director in surprise, not that she would have
entrusted a mission to this particular special agent.
Li-Anne looked worried. She spoke hurriedly, "I must explain quickly, Ma'am. I
have accomplices waiting for me in a van outside."
"Accomplices?" repeated the Director with raised eyebrows.
"Accomplices. Not mine, but my twin sister's"
The Director's expression was increasingly astonished, so Li-Anne explained
further, "I don't have a true twin sister, only a half-sister. I have not seen
her for years and because of that, I did not really expect to see her again."
The Director stared at the young woman, getting a little irritated by the length
of the preamble to her story. "Get to the point," she seemed to be saying. Her
wish was granted.
"I was kidnapped!"
"How did that happen?"
"Yesterday, while I was going back to my apartment, in the underground car park.
I parked my car. There was a hand over my mouth. They must have used chloroform.
It was horrible when I woke up. I was in a sort of dungeon, tied up tighter than
I ever had been before. I was on the ground on my front, hands tied behind my
back. My elbows tied too, almost touching. My ankles were crossed, folded back
against my bottom and tied to my wrists. Another rope bound my toes and pulled
them towards a strap jammed between my lips. The strap held a piece of cloth in
my mouth with an unpleasant bitter taste. You can imagine how I felt when I woke
up. And I forgot to say I was almost naked in that dank dungeon. The kidnappers
had left me in just my panties. I was glad they had at least left me those;
there was a rope (another one!) tight around my waist and the end went between
my thighs and was tied to my wrists. Every time I moved my hands it was torture
as my crotch was split in two by the rope.
"Split? Surely she exaggerates..." thought the Director, wishing just a little
that she could have enjoyed the sight of the beautiful Li-Anne, half-naked, in
her desperate plight.
"I was like that for an eternity... for hours anyway until at last the door
opened. I recognised my half-sister Mariko, all dressed in leather. Just for a
moment I hoped she had come to set me free. I was quickly disappointed; her
first words were to taunt me. She asked whether I enjoyed her taste in my mouth.
Do you realise, I had been gagged with my own sister's panties?!?
The Director understood perfectly. She nodded her head sympathetically as her
assistant spoke, but her thoughts were much less sympathetic...
Li-Anne continued, "After watching me for a long time, Mariko finally removed my
gag. I won't bother with all the details because we're in a hurry... The
important point is that she told me she worked for a criminal organisation whose
main objective I still don't know. On the other hand, I did get an explanation
for my abduction; they wanted to make use of our resemblance to each other by
putting me out of action and sending my sister here posing as me."
"But why?" the Director asked, puzzled.
"To kidnap you!" exclaimed Li-Anne loudly. "But why?" repeated the director.
"I don't know; Mariko didn't tell me that."
The Director raised her eyebrows, "But how is it that you are here and not this
unpleasant sister of yours? You should still be tied up in a dungeon..."
"...from which I escaped!"
"Tell me how!" demanded the Director, suspiciously.
Li-Anne continued her explanation, talking even faster, "Mariko had already
taken my gag off. I complained that my bonds were too tight. Mariko knew that;
she had tied me up herself. She only agreed to give me a little respite for a
few minutes. She released the rope which was bruising me between my legs and the
one which pulled my wrists so far my fingers could touch my heels! I asked her
to free my legs, which were very stiff, for a while but would only rub them.
That was enough; as soon as the circulation returned to my legs, I surprised her
by kicking her in the chest with both feet. Then I clamped her neck between my
knees and squeezed hard until she lost consciousness. With my hands still tied,
I searched through all the pockets in her leather outfit until I found a clasp
knife. After that it was child's play to free myself. I stripped her and slipped
on her clothes before tying her up in exactly the way I had been. I was able to
go before the head of the organisation and be mistaken for Mariko..."
"You identified the head? Who is it?"
"No, she interviewed me in a big room lit by a single lamp which was shining
right at me. I was only able to make out the silhouette of a large woman... I
think she had her hair in a bun."
"She discussed my abduction with you?"
"Yes, the plan seemed to have been worked out already and she was just giving me
the final instructions. Fortunately, Mariko had already explained some of it to
me; I was to pretend to be... me... in order to get into your stronghold and
neutralise you."
"She didn't tell you the reason for my abduction?"
"No, I don't know anything else about this organisation. Also, I was brought
here in the back of a van and I don't know the location of their
headquarters..."
The Director looked Li-Anne squarely in the eye, "I can see the only way to find
out more..."
"...is if I really kidnap you."
"The most serious risk in my opinion..."
"...is that Mariko could make them recognize her."
"You look exactly the same?"
"Just like identical twin sisters."
"Then there is no reason why they would believe her!"
"There is still a risk though."
"If this organization wants to capture me, the risk will always be there, just
as long as we don't know who they are."
"They are waiting for me. I must signal with the lights as soon as I put you out
of action."
"Then do it quickly."
"Let's say that I took you by surprise and overpowered you with some trick you
weren't expecting. Now, I will have to tie you up... just as Mariko would have
done."
"Let's do it. If you want, I have some scarves in those drawers."
"No need, this outfit has pockets full of different kinds of rope."
"OK, tie me up," said the Director. "Let's get on with it..."
She crossed her wrists and held them out. Li-Anne moistened her lips nervously
and shook her head, "Mariko would have tied your hands behind your back."
"Very well... let's put my hands behind my back," said the Director, turning
round and putting her arms behind her.
Li-Anne took a thin cotton rope and doubled it. She made three turns round the
Director's wrists horizontally then three turns vertically, before tying several
knots. She made three more horizontal turns and one last one vertically.
The Director looked straight in front of her impassively. Li-Anne took the two
ends of the rope up over the Director's bare shoulders, lifting her wrists up
into the hollow between her shoulder blades. Li-Anne passed the ends of the rope
under the Director's armpits and brought them back to the wrists, making several
more turns round them vertically before tying a last, very secure knot. She took
another rope, a little thicker than the first, wound it round the wrists
horizontally this time and took the ends out sideways to encircle the Director's
arms, above her elbows. Li-Anne tied them firmly and took them round to the back
again, where she tied them round round the wrists again.
The Director tried to move her arms, "Hmm... I think that's enough; I can't move
my hands at all."
In the mirror, she could see Li-Anne behind her with a slight smile on her face.
Li-Anne looked through her pockets for a third length of rope. The pretty
Chinese-American found what she was looking for, pursed her lips and said,
"Sorry... but for Mariko, it still isn't enough."
This rope was even thicker, a full half inch. Li-Anne made a loop which she put
over the Director's head like a necktie, letting the end hang down on her chest,
between her breasts. Taking it down over the Director's stomach, she guided it
between her thighs, rolling up the cotton dress with the other hand.
"The famous crotch rope..." commented the Director as the rope went up between
her buttocks and settled itself into the crack, despite the protection of her
fine pink silk panties.
"Yes, one of Mariko's favourite tricks. That's what she told me. She says there
is nothing quite as incapacitating as a rope cutting into the crotch.
"It does indeed seem dissuasive," agreed the Director, grimacing when Li-Anne
gave a sharp tug on the rope before tying it around her wrists wedged between
her shoulder blades. The Director tested her bonds again. She was now completely
immobilised. The least movement of her wrists caused a painful burning sensation
between her legs.
She turned her head and looked at Li-Anne coldly, "Don't you think that would be
enough for Mariko?"
"For the arms, certainly," agreed Li-Anne. "But there's still your legs."
The Director shook her head, "Obviously, but I thought you would tie them once
we were in the van?"
"No, the plan is for one of the others to come and help me carry you to the
vehicle. Can you sit down?"
The Director sat down on the dark red leather sofa slowly and carefully. The
rope between her legs made its presence felt and she tried to move with as
little pain as possible. She sat so as not to press her arms twisted up behind
her against the leather backrest but her efforts to lean forward made her dress
slide still further up her silk-covered thighs.
Li-Anne took another length of rope and wound it several times round the
Director's ankles, cinching it by tying the ends vertically betwen her ankles.
She prodeded to tie the thighs in the same way, just above the knees. The
Director examined the rope cutting into the flesh of her slender thighs desite
the nylon of her stockings.
"That will leave marks," she noted regretfully.
"Sorry, Ma'am," acknowledged Li-Anne in a tone of sincere contrititon, "but
Mariko tied me very tightly too. Do you want me to loosen the rope a little?"
The Director sighed, "No, it's OK. You're quite right; this has to be done
right. You have done a good job. I have never been tied up as well as this!"
Li-Anne helped her kneel on the Persian rug. She ran her fingers through the
Director's auburn hair and apologised, "One last detail and not a pleasant one.
Where do you put your dirty underwear?"
The Director understood what she meant at once. She grimaced, "Is that really
necessary? I have some very nice panties, clean and ironed in my dressing table
drawers."
"Sorry, again, Ma'am, but Mariko prefers to use panties that have been worn for
a long time and which are very smelly. I promise you that!"
"I believe you," the Director replied, with an air of resignation. "Look in the
utility room and you will find something to keep you happy there..."
The Director knelt quietly wile Li-Anne went to search in the utility room. She
returned holding a pair of black and tan panties like a trophy.
"Those will do," she acknowledged. Hesitantly, she continued, trying not to
laugh, "Have you kept them for at least a week?"
The Director gazed at her steadily, "I came three times while I was wearing
those. Does that suit your purpose?"
Li-Anne shrugged her shoulders and held the Director's pretty pointed nose. She
opened her mouth reflexively and Li-Anne stuffed in the panties, rolled in a
ball. She tied a stocking over it, which she had also retrieved from the dirty
clothes basket, and tied it tightly at the nape of the Director's neck,
eliciting a muffled snarl.
"I think we're ready," commented Li-Anne while she stood up and tugged gently on
the rope which held the Director's arms above her elbows, to check that it was
secure. That done, she switched the light off and on three times. Less than a
minute later a big black woman entered the apartment. The Director waited,
kneeling on the carpet, motionless in her bonds while Li-Anne held a gun to her
temple.
From her kneeling position, the captive looked up at the newcomer. At first
sight, the woman could not have been more impressive. She was over six feet tall
with broad black shoulders and arms like a bodybuilder, shown off by a white
tank top which barely contained her ample chest. Her khaki shorts were almost
too tight for her powerful thighs. She wore heavy boots with white socks rolled
down to her ankles. The Director was fascinated by her hair; it was not crinkly
but stiff, worn in a crew cut and cropped very short on the temples. Her
physique and her hair style gave her a masculine bearing, moderated by the fine
features of her face out of which shone dark eyes with long lashes.She had a
full, greedy mouth, its thick lips coloured with a fiery red lipstick. The
Director was just thinking that the hair must have been trated in some way when
she was grabbed by the woman and slung over her shoulder like a parcel. The
black bodybuilder held the Director with one arm across her knees, her head
hanging down behind the black woman's bare shoulder. She was carried to the
waiting vehicle in this dubious and humiliating fashion.
The Director expected to be put on the floor of the van but it was not to be.
The black woman sat her on one of the benches along the sides of the van and sat
on her left, Li-Anne taking the seat opposite. A muscular arm gripped her round
the neck, pressing her tightly against the giantess. Her bare arms, bound behind
her back were painfully crushed between her back and the metal side of the van.
The vehicle started.
The first unpleasant sensation for the captive was to feel the gaze of her
neighbour fixed on her thighs which were now uncovered up to her stocking tops.
The pressure of the woman's powerful black thigh against her leg was not at all
innocent. The Director would have liked to pull the hem of her dress down but
was powerless with her hands bound behind her back. Squashed against her jailer
like this it was not even possible to twist enough to make her dress move down
even an inch.
The second unpleasant sensation was the way Li-Anne, sitting opposite her,
looked at her with an ironic glint in her eye. The Director realised that her
assistant appreciated the position she had put her superior into. "And what if
it's really Mariko and not Li-Anne at all? Then they would have caught me like
an amateur!"
Finally the third unpleasant sensation was much more immediate and physical; the
weather was very hot on this August evening and even hotter in the back of this
van which had been parked in the sun all day. The passenegers all perspired
profusely. The Director had her head wedged in the black woman's armpit. The
woman apparently never bothered to shave there and the long frizzy hairs were
soaked with the flow of sweat. The odour was unbearable for the gagged prisoner,
forced to breathe through her nose. She tried to breathe using her mouth but
that only made the taste of her panties in her mouth worse and did not let any
fresh air in.
For the first time in this escapade, the Director was surprised to see a look of
compassion in Li-Anne's eyes. The girl was sitting opposite them, fully six feet
away but still able to smell the giantess's pungent odour and could well imagine
how it must be for the captive stuck right at its source.
The rear windows of the van were tinted and it was impossible for the Director
to judge the route it took. She could tell that it was a long journey. She could
not check the time as her watch was out of sight on one of the wrists twisted up
behind her back. She could just make out Li-Anne's watch and she thought they
had been travelling for nearly two hours when the van finally stopped.
Li-Anne opened the door and the giantess took up her load again, the Director's
nose now pressed against a sweaty shoulderblade.
From her precarious viewpoint, the prisoner was hardly able to make out their
surroundings in the dark. They seemed to be in wooded parkland. They reached a
huge white-walled mansion and climbed a wide staircase. There was a succession
of corridors after that. She did not even make the effort to lift her head as
they went. The effort was too painful and the information gained worthless.
The black woman ended the journey by tipping the Director over her shoulder. She
fell onto a stone floor. The giantess broke her fall as she dropped her. Being
dumped down like a bundle of wood was worse than the fall itself.
She was not left on the floor for long. Li-Anne helped the black woman lift her
onto her knees and dragged her to a device whose purpose the Director understood
immediately and which sent a shiver up her spine. It was a wooden bar held about
four inches off the floor on two iron supports embedded in the flagstones. The
Director was forced to kneel on the bar.
"Hold her, Mariko!" commanded the black woman as she took a length of red rope.
Li-Anne took hold of the Director's arms, insinuating her pale bronze fingers
into her armpits. The black woman had tied the rope around the bar to the right
of the captive's knees. She passed it over the top of her calves, through the
hollow behind the bent knees and tied it to the bar on the left of the knees.
The woman ran the rope back through the hollow behind the knees and, with
obvious pleasure, forced her right hand between the thighs to thread the rope
through. She wound the rope vertically twice round the bonds securing the
Director's knees and the bar. The knees were so tightly bound that the woman had
to push the rope between the thighs quite high up, her hand lingering on the
naked flesh above the tops of the Director's stockings.
That done, the woman stood to attention on the Director's right while Li-Anne
did the same on the left.
