By the time she had untied all the ropes, the redhead opened her eyes, shook her head gently, and smiled. "My, my! That was very nice."
"You went too far," said the other, crossly. "Look at him. Whatever are we going to do with him now?"
"What do you mean? What should we do with him?"
"We can't leave him here."
"Whyever not? It's what we always do."
"You don't usually go as far as this. Look at him."
"All right. I'm looking at him. What about it?"
"He needs a doctor, or a hospital."
The red-head sighed. "Oh, do stop being stupid. Are you suggesting that we should drive him to a hospital?"
"No. But we can't leave him here like this."
"What do you suggest then?"
"I don't know," said the blonde stubbornly. "But we can't leave him. It might be ages before anyone found him here, and he's in no condition to do any walking."
"All right, then," said the red-head, getting to her feet and unstrapping the dildo. "We'll put him on the back seat and drive him down to the main road. We'll leave him there. He'll be found in no time. But we'll have to look slippy ourselves, or else we'll be found in no time too. That's why I don't like it." She put the dildo back into its plastic, and picked up her jeans and pants. "Does that satisfy you?"
"Yes. It's the least we can do." The blonde went to where the rug was, picked it up and brought it back to the car. She opened one of the rear doors and spread the rug over the seat. "That'll protect his leather."
The red-head watched her with narrowed eyes. "Have you gone soft on him or something?"
"Don't be silly," said the other shortly. "It's a pity to spoil a car like this, that's all. Come on. Help me lift him." She moved to the back of the car and put a hand under one of his arms. "It's all over," she said. "Can you stand up?"
He made no reply.
"You've forgotten to take out his gag," said the red-head.
"So I have." The blonde untied the stocking at the back of his head and removed his gag. "Can you stand up?" she repeated.
There was still no reply.
"Come on," she said to the red-head. "Help me."
Together, they led him stumblingly to the back seat and helped him to lie down. He made a number of moans, gave a great sigh, and lay still. The blonde covered him with the free end of the rug.
"Time to go," she said. "Do you want to drive, or shall I?"
"You. I'm too exhausted."
"Good. I've always wanted to drive a Rolls-Royce."
They gathered their various belongings and packed them into their ruck-sacks. They climbed into the car, looked once at the silent man, and shut the doors. The blonde took the engine key from her pocket and started the car.
"What heaven!" she said, as they moved out of the wood towards the road. "It's almost as good as love-making."
"What is?"
"Driving this car."
"You're foolish." The red-head let her head fall back on to the head of the seat. She closed her eyes.
Twenty minutes later, the blonde brought the great car to a standstill. "This will do, I think."
The red-head woke up. "Are we on the main road?"
"Yes. And quite near a town. Let's leave him here. But I suggest we get a train or a bus as quickly as we can."
"Shall we still go to Kiel and see Margarete?"
"I don't see what's to stop us. When they find him he'll be bound to tell them something of what happened, but I don't think he'll admit it was done by girls. He'll think of the newspapers. He's a baron and obviously rich. He's probably important enough for the thing to make quite a splash anyway. His masculine ego will keep his mouth shut about us."
"What's left of it, yes. He'll say it was men who did it."
"Anyway, we'll telephone Margarete first to make sure."
PART TWO
1
Karl Gunther got out of the taxi as it stopped outside a big apartment-block in one of the residential districts of Munich. He paid the driver and looked up at his employer's windows. Lights were burning. He sighed. There had not really been much chance that she would not be at home, but he had hoped. He went into the building and crossed the lobby to the lift.
His throat was very dry and his heart was thumping as the lift stopped at her floor. Although he knew he should hurry, he walked very slowly along the richly carpeted corridor to her flat, his legs seemingly unwilling to carry him any faster. His hand stayed poised above her bell for several moments before he could summon the resolution to press it.
As usual, she opened the door herself-her maids were given the evening free whenever he was to visit her-and, as usual, he caught his breath at her loveliness. Then his fear of her returned to him and he dropped his eyes.
She stepped aside to let him enter. "Good evening, Herr Gunther."
"Good evening, Fraulein Direktor," he said respectfully. He had learned that it was indispensable to treat her at all times with the full respect due to her as his employer. Once, in the middle of one of his visits, he had used her Christian name; she had made him repent it bitterly.
"You're a little late," she said. "It is unwise to be late."
"Only a very little," he said quickly. "Two minutes."
"Even so. It is unwise to be late. I thought I had already demonstrated that."
"You have, Fraulein Direktor. I'm sorry."
"I must demonstrate it again."
She led the way into the large dimly-lit living-room. She went to a cabinet containing bottles and glasses. She poured out a large glass of schnapps and handed it to him. "Your anaesthetic."
He took it from her with a small bow and drank it at a gulp. Then he began to take off his clothes.
She poured a smaller glass for herself and sipped it while she watched him undress. He folded his clothes and placed them neatly over the back of a chair. When he was quite naked he turned and stood, quite motionlessly, in front of her. His eyes held an expression of strong fear.
She regarded him with admiration, her heart beginning to beat a little faster. He was a very big man, with wide shoulders, a flat stomach and lean hips. Except where he had worn his bathing trunks, his body was deeply tanned.
"All right," she said, and handed him a key. "Go and get them."
He took the key and went to a carved cedar chest. He stooped to unlock it. He opened its lid and took out a number of whips.
"Bring everything," she said. "I'm going to give you a longer whipping tonight because I'm going away tomorrow."
He looked quickly round at her. She laughed as she saw the expression in his eyes. "Oh no," she said, "you're not going to lose your weekly whippings. I'll make up for them when I come back."
"How long will you be away?"
"Five or six weeks. So that means five or six extra whippings when I come back." She sipped her glass of schnapps. "As a matter of fact I should have gone today, but I didn't want to miss your visit this evening."
He bent over the chest and picked up a large variety of flagellation instruments. His back was covered with black, blue and red weals. On his bottom and legs were great livid bruises.
He straightened up, his arms full of the instruments, and came back to her.
"Put them on the divan," she said. "Side by side."
He turned and began to lay the various things-whips, heavy belts, a cat-o'-nine-tails, sprangers, canes, switches, birches-across the width of the divan. She moved up behind him and put her hand between his legs. She caressed the tight bag of his testicles and then put her fingers round his penis. It grew large and hard at once.