Chapter 6
Hans and I followed Valentia when she and Gretchen left her apartment in a car. We wound around the back streets of Berlin until we reached a large house that was well hidden by a high stone wall.
Hans didn't know anything about it. It was a new place for him but there was nothing we could do for the moment. He would have to check to see if there was any information in the police files about it or if they had had any complaints.
Gretchen walked into the house to experience things she had never thought about. She had heard stories but nothing positive.
The second she walked in the door, a woman ripped her dress off her. As she stood naked and in fear, the woman jammed a finger into Gretchen's cunt so hard that she gasped in pain. The woman hooked her finger deep inside and pulled up, forcing Gretchen to her toes. The woman then pulled her into a room off to one side of the entrance. Gretchen followed as well as she could but the woman tugged so hard that when she tripped, the woman grabbed her by the hair and held on tightly with her finger in Gretchen's sore pussy.
When she was in the center of the room, the woman released her grip only to put a leather strap on Gretchen's elbows. They were pulled together until they touched. Gretchen's tits stood out. They were already well out but with the added pressure, they stuck out even more, making them a tempting target for any one inclined to hurt them.
Another strap was put on her wrists and then still another wide strap was hooked around her neck. A half hood was connected to the neck strap. Gretchen was pushed over and she landed on her ass on the floor.
Ankle straps were put on her and ropes were connected to them. Then they began to pull the ropes up toward the ceiling. Gretchen's legs began to raise and to open. They pulled until her face was at cunt level and her legs were severely stretched apart. She knew better than to complain even though she felt so helpless and alone.
The woman got out a wide leather strap. She turned to Valentia. "Do you want to tenderize her cunt?"
"I've never done that. It might be fun to try," Valentia told her. The woman handed the strap to her and she took up a position between Gretchen's widely stretched legs. Gretchen had been whipped between her legs many times but she never got used to it. It was not only painful, but it was so humiliating. Her most private part was exposed and defenseless. Anybody could do anything to it and she could not fight them. Now there was still another person who knew her most intimate parts.
Valentia brought the strap down with some force. Gretchen gasped in agony. The pain raced through her legs and into her brain. How many, she wondered. Only the woman knew. Time and time again the strap hit her cunt until it was red and swollen. She hung upside down. Tears fell from her eyes but she did not cry out or beg for mercy.
They let her hang for a few minutes, then brought in six girls. They were all naked except for a leather band around their necks, to each, their cuffs wrists were attached with chains. In back of them was another strap which went down to their assholes and attached to a dildo that was buried deep in those holes. The leather strap kept it from falling out or from going in any further.
The first girl was brought over to Gretchen. She stood facing her. The half hood that was connected to Gretchen's neck strap was pulled up, forcing her face into the girl's cunt. The end of the strap was buckled to the end of the strap that was holding the dildo in the girl's ass. Each movement by Gretchen was felt by the girl. The Dildo was covered with hard rubber knobs and it seemed to the poor girl that she could feel every one of them.
"Now. Stick your tongue in that cunt and get busy. We will let you go as soon as each one has been licked to a climax," the woman told her.
Gretchen had eaten pussy before so it didn't make much difference to lick a few more. She felt the tongue on your sore labia, then felt it work its way down inside of her hole. Gretchen didn't fight it. She would have to have a lot of cums before she could get out of the awful position.
She worked her hips into the girl's face. She forgot about the misery and concentrated on getting a cum. She forgot about the dildo that was stuck in the girl's ass and when she moved her head trying to get a better angle to lick, she heard the girl moan.
The first girl came in her face. Another one was put in her place. Again Gretchen was busy licking. Her jaw was already aching but she knew better than to stop. She licked until she felt the girl's cunt muscles grip her tongue and felt her push down toward her face. Two down, thought Gretchen. But they didn't release the girl until Gretchen had her second cum.
Each orgasm grew further and further apart. And each one made her cunt more sore. But she could do nothing but eat and be eaten. She didn't think of anything except tongues and cunts.
The first few cums were easy but after the fourth, they came very slowly. Her cunt was really sore and her mouth tasted like one big cunt. Her face was soaked with pussy juice. She had only one thing to be happy about, she didn't have a dildo stuck in her ass like they did.
By the time the last one was in place, Gretchen was crying. Her cunt really hurt. Even a soft tongue felt like a piece of sandpaper. Valentia watched in amusement while Gretchen suffered. It made her hot and she took hold of one girl by her hair and pulled her down to her cunt. Valentia closed her eyes and felt the tongue dig deep inside. She came in seconds but Gretchen couldn't. The girl had to lick her for almost an hour before they finally called a halt.
"Do you want to watch?" the woman asked Valentia.
"Of course. I've never seen it done before."
The woman brought out a long thick needle. Gretchen still hung upside down. She felt them touching her cunt. She wondered what else they could do to her.
When the woman took hold of her very sore labia and without hesitation, punctured it with the long needle. Then she immediately inserted a thick ring. She closed it by forcing the one end into an opening in the other end. The ring could not be moved without it being cut.
Gretchen didn't feel much more pain than she was already experiencing. She didn't even cry out. The woman looked down at her to see if she had passed out. When she saw Gretchen looking up at her, she ordered a couple of the girls who were not chained, to release her and let her sit down.
Gretchen could barely move. She walked with her legs open but even the added pain did not make her cry out.
The woman told her to sit on the edge of the chair and to keep her legs open. The last part of the order was easy to obey. Gretchen couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to. There was too much pain down between them.
In a few minutes, a girl arrived with some salve. The woman knelt between Gretchen's legs. She opened the jar and began to pat some balm on the sore cunt.
"I usually let my girls suffer for awhile but you seem to be a pretty good kid. At least you don't act like a baby just because your honey pit gets a little attention."
The relief was almost immediate. There was still pain but nothing like before. Her vagina hurt the worst. Too many tongues were inside of her and it had been worn raw. She looked down at the ring. It wasn't so bad. If she wanted to tease a man, that was a good way to do it. It was somewhat heavy and pulled on her labia. She liked it,
"Now, I want you to keep your legs open all of the time except when you are walking. You must stand with your legs open wide enough so that anyone who wants to feel your pussy will not touch your legs. When you are sitting, you must sit on the edge of the chair and your legs open so that if anybody wants to lick you, or to fuck you, you will be in the proper position. In other words, your cunt must always be ready and always open. If you follow the instructions, I will not have to tie them. You will be free except for your arms and once in awhile a chain will be connected to your new ring."
Gretchen sat straight in the chair and listened. It wasn't as bad as she thought even though her cunt was still hurting.
"I want you to watch what we do to girls who are not cooperative or who are always begging."
Gretchen watched them bring in a girl who had rings up and down her cunt lips and on her labia just like she did. There were more rings, one through each nipple, through her rings, and another through her nose. She was led into the room with a chain attached to the nose ring. Her hands had been pulled up tightly behind her back and encased in a sheath of leather. Thongs were tied from the end of the sheath to her earrings. She had to work to keep her hands well up in back.
They stood her in the center of the room and connected tiny chains from the rings «on her nipples to the ceiling. The chains were hoisted until the girl was on her toes. But to increase her misery, her legs were pulled apart to force her even higher on her toes. Her ankles were tied with ropes to rings in the floor. She was already in tears and was begging to be released. She could not put up with even the least bit of pain.
Gretchen watched in disinterest. She had enough problems to worry about another girl. She didn't say anything or show her emotion but she felt lost. There was no way she could get out of there. She was to be a slave of sadists. She wondered if there was anything that anybody could do for her.
Hans and I waited for a time but no one entered or came out. We decided to call it a night, but before we gave it up for good, Hans gave me a couple of bugs. I put them in Valentia's apartment while he waited for me outside in the car. He couldn't get involved with any illegal activity so I had to do the dirty work.
He dropped me off at my place and I sat down to have a drink before turning in. I got out my briefcase to look over the last arms order for Adhir. When I reached for it I noticed a slight trace of white powder around one of the seams. I did not know heroin from baby talc but I suspected something. I examined the case from one end to the other but couldn't find the opening that had to be there. I could tell where it opened by the fine line but the method eluded me.
I called Hans. He wasn't too happy about being called so late at night but when I explained my suspicions to him, he agreed to come over.
He took one taste and knew that it was a high grade of heroin. It took him only a second to open the case. The thing popped open. There was a compartment the size of the case itself and about two inches deep. The inside had more of the powder.
"I suspect that one of the bags came open and spilled out," he said, still in thought.
"Whoever emptied it was in too much of a hurry. It's a wonder that they didn't clean it out more thoroughly."
"Got any ideas?" he asked.
"The only person I see when I'm back here is the girl. Of course, I don't keep it with me all of the time, so anybody could break in and take whatever is inside."
"I'll take this down to the lab and see if the microscope people can find out anything."
"Don't you think that you should leave the case here in case somebody comes back for it?" I asked.
"I agree. Let me just scrape some of it and we'll close it up again."
"And also show me how to open it. It must be used both ways. I will bet you anything that there is money in there by the time I'm ready to get back to Dakarto."
"That may be our answer to the girls."
"What do you mean?"
"If you go back and whoever is at the other end finds an empty case, somebody is going to get a little upset, don't you agree?"
"I could get killed."
"I doubt it. You're just a fall guy. They're just using you and they feel that you are more than happy with the arms sales. After all, you are making a goodly number of D-marks."
"OK. So what happens when they find it empty?"
"I don't know," he smiled. "Let's wait and find out. Whatever happens, it should break open something, particularly when there is no money. They will get very distrustful of each other and soon somebody will get it."
"I hope it's not me. I'm still too young."
"Hell, Duffy, you were too old years ago."
Hans left me with my thoughts. I had to try to figure out what was going on.
Not painful, but she could no longer look at her friends. She was too ashamed. Nobody does things like that even when they are forced to, but yet she did it and didn't put up any resistance. Her friends understood but still she felt humiliated.
Adhir felt that after their display that night they were ready to be shipped off to the continent to be used in one of the houses there. His only problem was in finding more girls to take their place, but that was Valentia's job. Thus far she was getting all he needed but this last batch was slow in coming.
Valentia had to travel to other cities to arrange other groups to go to Dakarto but now she had used up just about all of them. In each city she had arranged a fake modeling agency and then disappeared as soon as the girls were safely in Adhir's hands. There had been so many that now she was hard pressed to find an angle to lure them into her trap. There were plenty of girls but most of them did not meet the specifications. Too many of them had connections who would question their disappearance. That could cause too much trouble but she would soon have to take a chance.
I had made all the arrangements to get Adhir's arms shipped off to Dakarto. It was easy as long as Hans gave me a few leads. I was about ready to fly down to meet the shipment. I almost forgot to tell Valentia. I checked the hidden compartment of the briefcase and found it empty, but after telling Valentia it was a different story. I had expected to find it filled with money but instead there were diamonds.
I called Hans to let him know. By agreement, I left them in my apartment where he could find them.
Dakarto was somewhat lonely without Gretchen in the apartment waiting for me. There was plenty of sex but there was no companionship which she provided.
I told Adhir that his shipment was on its way but he seemed very cool toward me. I didn't understand until I went back to my room and found the briefcase had been opened. So he did not receive payment for the drug shipment. I got past the first hurdle without being killed. He probably did not suspect me.
I spent some time playing with the girls and even managed to see Karen again. Once more she was nude. I wondered what she looked like with clothes.
We had a few minutes alone in a place that seemed safe from bugs and cameras.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
She looked at me with a stunned expression. "Can you do that?" she asked in a voice too loud.
"I'm going to give it a try, but we have to be very careful."
She leaned over my cock and sucked. She wouldn't take it in her hands because her arms were encased in a single glove. It was laced with leather from her wrists to above her elbows. On the tip was a strap that went under her crotch and locked to a belt that was strapped tightly around her waist.
"You don't have to do that."
"If you don't go out of here with a limp dick, I'll have my ass whipped again."
"What about your friends? Do you think they want out?"
"I don't know. They act like they love it. Of course you have to be in our situation to realize that some of us are putting on acts to keep from being beaten. I don't get much chance to talk to them. We spend a lot of time with gags when we talk too much. Believe me, a gag is no fun." She stopped talking to go down again. She was really good at it.
"I wish I didn't have this strap around my cunt. I could do a better job with my love palace."
"Do you want me to release you?"
"It's locked." She said like it was a normal state of affairs. Sure enough, there were locks on her.
The other three girls were also in the room but they were not in any position to do any talking or to get fucked.
The three of them were hanging from the ceiling. They were in harnesses. Straps went around their hips, above and under their tits, and around their stomachs. Another strap was under their cunts. It connected to the others on its way up to the ceiling. The strap split into two parts in back, and also in front after it was above their tits. Their arms were extended above their heads and cuffs with chains held them to the ceiling. They had their choice, hang by their arms as long as they could hold themselves up, or rest on their cunts. Huge gags kept their mouths wide open.
"How come you aren't hanging there like they are?" I asked her.
"I was for awhile but I have a reputation of being the best cocksucker here so they decided to let me use my mouth on you. They are punishing our cunts and asses for some reason or another so that leaves only my mouth. I hope you like it."
"Ya, you are good. Where did you learn that?"
"When I was younger, I was afraid of getting pregnant so instead of fucking my boyfriends, I sucked them off. They liked it and so did I, particularly when they went down on me."
"Will they put you back up there?"
"I hope not. There is a lot more misery up on those straps than you can see. They all have rough dildos inside of them and the inside of the strap is all chopped up. It's really hard. It was rubbing my pussy raw. It really hurts."
"Take your time then. The longer I last, the longer you can stay off it."
"I don't know if that works or not. You never know what they are going to do to you."
"Well I can tell you that you are about to get a mouthful." Just as I said it, she brought me to a nice solid cum. She swallowed every drop without any change in her sucking.
"How many girls are here? Do you know?" I asked her.
"Not for sure, but they brought in five more the other day. They looked like they were Orientals."
"Couldn't you tell?"
"No. They were all facing the wall. They were hooked to it the same way we were when we first got here. Their arms were tied in back of them and they had hooks in their cunts which held them tight to the wall. The hooks were too high and they all had to stand on their toes. Believe me, that hook hurts like hell. Anyway, they had their heads down so I couldn't see their faces. A couple of them already had whip marks on their behinds."
With new girls that meant that Karen and the others would soon be shipped out. How could I interrupt them and catch them before they were sent to houses where they may never be found? I would need a lot of help from Hans.
When I left Adhir and had his check in my hands, I went back to my apartment and packed. I was tempted to check the briefcase but I resisted even testing the weight of it. I picked it up just like it was a routine thing to do.
Hans was waiting for me when I returned. We went to my apartment after we made sure that nobody was on our tail or waiting for us. We didn't want to be seen together. Sure enough, the briefcase was once again filled with bags of white powder. Hans was a step ahead of me. He substituted some harmless stuff for the real. His next step was to arrange to have my place watched to see who would pick up the stuff.
Hans figured out that the whole thing was one big round-robin of importing and exporting. Adhir had the drugs and was paid for them with stolen diamonds. The girls were for amusement only. Adhir had his fun with them and when he was finished and they were trained to the point that they were afraid to run away, he turned them over to Valentia who got money for them from the various houses.
"You got into the act for only one purpose. You had reason to travel since you already had an import and export license. Customs wouldn't question you when you went back and forth so much. They didn't think that you were smart enough to catch onto their scheme. You don't look very smart anyway."
"Ha, you don't have to agree with them do you?"
"You wouldn't want a friend to lie to you, would you?"
"Anyway, the arms you are shipping provide him with not only a nice profit, but he makes a lot of new friends by supporting their terrorist activities."
"OK, when do we move in on them?"
"In a very short time. We will have all flights from Dakarto watched to see where he is shipping the girls. When we have the whole set-up, we can close down the operations. We want to get as many of them back as we can."
"How about putting some pressure on Valentia? She could probably tell you where every house is located?"
"We can't question her unless we can hold her; otherwise we could give the whole thing away."
"Is there any way that we can get Gretchen out of that house now?"
"You hung up on her? You could cause a lot of problems by looking for just one of them. They could get edgy and move the whole operation. We could lose out in the long run."
At that moment, Gretchen didn't give a damn about the whole operation. She was being tormented again by the woman who ran the place.
"I like working on you," she told Gretchen. "You are so squeamish. You can take a lot of pain before you start screaming. You aren't like the others. I have to gag them and gags take so much away from the beauty of a young lady, don't you think?"
"Do I have to put up with this every day? You've been working on me for five days now. I'm really in bad shape. I ache all over," Gretchen told her.
"Maybe you're right. But at least I let you sleep in peace, don't I?"
"If you call sleeping with a chain on the ring sleeping in peace."
"Come along with me, I'll show you some of the other girls and how they get their rest."
In the first room they went to were two girls. One was on her back. She was not tied at all but she couldn't move because there was another girl kneeling above her. The one on the floor had a nose ring which was connected to the pussy ring on the girl kneeling over her face. The kneeling girl also had nipple rings and these were connected by chains to a frame that was over her head. If she tried to stand, her pussy ring would pull the nose ring of the other girl. She was not able to sit down because the tit rings were pulled too tightly.
In another room, a girl was sleeping on her side. Her hands were strapped in back of her. Gretchen did not see why the girl's legs were pressed toward her chest until she walked further into the room. Then she saw that there was a chain connected to one of her tit rings, pulled around her legs, and connected to the other tit ring.
Gretchen saw how far the girl's tits had been stretched and thought it unbelievable that she was able to sleep at all. When she walked closer, she noticed the strings hanging from the girl's cunt and ass. When the woman saw her looking, she laughed. "Watch this," she said to Gretchen.
The woman took hold of the string sticking out of her ass and pulled it hard and fast. The girl jumped, almost ripping the rings from her tits in the process. The string had small balls attached to it. There was at least ten of them. They came out of the asshole one at a time.
The girl looked over her shoulder and remembered where she was and what had happened to her. She waited for the other string to be pulled out of her cunt.
The woman pulled it very slowly. Gretchen could see the girl's cunt hole open and close each time another ball was pulled free. The girl seemed to enjoy it. She moaned and humped her ass. When the woman offered them to the girl to lick, she gobbled them up quickly. She took them in her mouth and sucked. She spat them out and licked. She seemed put out that they were swinging back and forth, preventing her from getting a good hold on them. The woman teased her by keeping them just an inch from her mouth. The girl strained to take them in her mouth. She looked like a bird fresh out of its shell trying to get its first meal.
"Would you like to have your cunt eaten?" she asked. The girl nodded her head vigorously.
Gretchen was offered the opportunity. She knew better than to refuse. She stuck her head down at the wet hole and started to eat. The girl panted and gasped for air. She came within a second or two.
"She got the hottest pussy in the city. You need only touch her and her cunt is spraying out its juices."
Gretchen stood up and looked down at her. The girl was still humping her ass even though there was no one touching her.
"The men love her. She wears them out and still wants more. I bet she could take on the whole city and still want more."
Another girl who had a ring through her tongue was on the floor, unbound except for the tongue ring being connected to another ring in the floor. "This girl licks cunts but she doesn't put her heart into it. You ate like you like it but she eats like she hates it, therefore it is necessary that she be taught to use her tongue."
It was an awful way to sleep. The woman said the girls were resting; Gretchen wondered what it was like when they were working.
Gretchen was taken to a vacant room. There was nothing there except on one wall, there were any number of various shaped and sized dildos to fit inside a cunt or ass.
The entire room, ceiling, walls, and floor were of wood. It was bare except for the single ring that was set in the center of the floor. Just a fraction of an inch away from the ring was a small hole. Gretchen learned that it was used to screw the dildos into the floor.
"Since you haven't been too bad, I'm not going to make you sit on any of the nice loving tools that we use on the girls, but let me show you how it works just in case you get any ideas."
The woman took a large dildo off the wall and screwed it into the floor. She made Gretchen sit on it, then she connected Gretchen's pussy ring to the ring in the floor. Gretchen couldn't move off it. She had to sit there with the big rubber cock filling her cunt. It would have felt nice if it had been on a man and screwing in and out of her, but to just sit on it was causing her much discomfort. Besides, the wood floor was hard on her ass.
The woman stood in front of Gretchen and opened her legs. She released the crotch strap that kept her cunt hidden and pushed her hairless cunt into Gretchen's face. "Eat." Gretchen ate.
When the woman had her orgasm, she released Gretchen and removed the dildo. She put a long chain on her cunt ring and attached it to the floor. "Have a good night." She said as she left the room.
Gretchen would have to eat a lot of cunts before she could be freed. She would be used exclusively to serve the madam and to put on shows for the paying men.