Cheng did not trust his eyes: the three men had brought Zenobia to a house that definitely did not belong to Mr. Wong. Instead, it was the property of a woman that called herself „Madame Yini“. Whilst Mr. Wong was related to the family of Princess Jinjin and might support her, Yini sure wouldn`t. She was a member of a family that had a feud with Jinjin`s family for decades. Of course, here in America, Madame Yini would not act against the other clan, but she would not work together with Mr. Wong either.
Cheng knew he could ask Madame Yini herself, but he knew that this would get him rather a dagger in his back than answers. The woman was quite well known even in China, and the governor had told him before leaving:
„Yini means both ´charming` and ´deceptive`, alsways remember that if you have to deal with her. She might look like a porcellain doll, but she is the head of a quite influencial gang, despite her sex and her youth.“
So, Cheng thought about getting his answers from somewhere else. The landlady of Zenobia would maybe know something about the case.
***
Myra`s eyes widened when a brown haired man stepped in, followed by two Chinese carrying a sack. This sack was large and two naked feet protruding from it told Myra that it contained a woman. The fact that both her ankles and her big toes were tied told Myra that she was obviously trussed up completely and from the colour of her skin she concluded that it was the woman that had lived next to her door for some weeks, together with a white woman.
„We have already packed her a little more securely, Madame“, Kane told Madame Yini in his broken Chinese. He referred to understand his employers and colleagues and so, he trained his skills whenever it was possible.
„Well, thank you, Mr. Kane. I was totally occupied with getting a bit more – acquainted with the last guest you brought to my house.“
She caressed Myra`s hair who blushed violently from being naked and exposed to the three men. Myra knew only too well that her pussy was still glistering wet, her nipples were hardened and a scent of female arousal was lying in the air. However, worse was to come.
„As you may notice, she now really appreciates my company. Actually, she almost enjoys it.“
„Mhhmmmmph! Nnnnngggg!“
Myra squirmed when Madame Yini once more caressed her between her open legs. She was still longing for relief, but now, with three men watching, the attack on modesty was much, much worse than just letting herself go in Madame Yini`s presence.
„Mhhmmmpphh! Uuuhhhmmmm! Hhhmmmmmmmm!“
Myra was left with a ridiculous choice. She could either close her eyes – looking to the men as if she was enjoying being womanhandled. Or she could keep them open and look into the lecherous eyes of the men standing some two yards away.
„Hhhrrrrrrr! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mhhmmmmmphhh!“
Betrayed by her own body`s desires, Myra began to move and to bend her pubic mound against Madame Yini`s hands. It would be embarrassing to come in front of spectators, but at least, she would feel the pleasures of-
Again, Madame Yini withdrew her hand. Myra`s groan of frustration was overtoned by something she told the men in Chinese.
When the panting girl regained her senses, she saw that the men had taken the sack off the black girl. She was stark naked and indeed trussed up like a turkey. Cinched ropes tied her legs together, at her ankles, below and above the knees and at her thighs. More rope encircled her upper body between her waist and her breasts and the way her boobs were pointing at the spectator, Myra guessed that not only her hands were bound behind her back, but also her elbows. A tight rope went from the girl`s waist rope and disappeared between her legs, reminding Myra of her own crotch rope she had had to endure earlier.
Two broad bands of silk were tied over the girl`s eyes and mouth and Myra could tell from the bulge beneath the latter and from the faint sound the Black – Zenobia, Myra now remembered – made that she was thoroughly gagged under the cloth.
„Mmmhhmmph!“
Myra got distracted when Madame Yini tied a scarf around her waist and brought the knot to her back. Then, she brought the end to the front, threading it under her butt and between her legs where she put it through the scarf encircling her waist.
„Again, a crotch rope“, Myra thought, „but this time, it might help me to end what this bitch has started so many times!“
However, the Chinese just let the end dangle in Myra`s lap. It was too loosely applied to even tease her swollen clit a bit. Myra mewed with frustration, but then, her eyes fell on what they did to her and Zenobia.
First, they untied the bar spreading Myra`s legs from her deckchair and made Zenobia stand in the triangle formed by the bar and Myra`s legs. One man assisted the Black in keeping her balance. Then, they made Zenobia kneel, trapping the stick between her folded legs. When they tied her ankles to her wrists, Zenobia could not shift from her kneeling position between Myra`s legs. The girl`s upper body remained upright and so, her head was some 20 inches away from Myra`s exposed pussy, but the way Zenobia turned her head away and the small sounds of disgust she uttered through her gag told Myra that the other woman knew very well which fragrance was tingling her prominent nose. Now, Madame Yini said in English:
„As you have been living together for a while, I do not need to introduce you to each other. However, you might take the opportunity to learn to know each other a little bit better.“
To Myra`s horror, Madame Yini took the dangling end of her crotch scarf and tied it to the uppermost of the ropes encircling Zenobia`s upper body. The rope was running directly under the girl`s breasts and so, she had to bend forward. Now, her head was embedded between Myra`s thighs. Her hair tingled the inner sides of her legs and when Zenobia lowered her head, her nose was brushed by Myra`s pubic hair. To avoid this, the girl bent her head back as far as possible, but this did not only tighten the crotch scarf, the position was also quite straining and she could not keep it for long.
„Enjoy yourself, I will look for you as soon as I find time, but unfortunately, this might be not very soon“, Madame Yini purred before she and the men left the room.
***
When Cheng approached the hostel, he could see quite a strange sight. A group of Chinese men were waiting at the next corner. It was not forbidden for Chinese people to leave Chinatown, even at night, but it was more than unusual behaviour. Cheng hid behind a barrel and watched. The men spoke quietly, but they obviously did not think that any of their nationality was around and so, Cheng could overhear the words „Princess“ and „American Ladies“. After a while, a small figure approached from the hostel. It took Cheng a few seconds to recognize the slim figure clad in black shirt and trousers as the maid of the Princess, Lien. The girl shook her head and the group silently left.
„Obviously, they were looking for Zenobia, too. But why? Is Mr. Wong trying to get all of those who have met the Princess in his hands? Or are they working all together now?“
He knew that he had to find a way inside Mr. Wong`s house as soon as possible. But when he followed the group, he could see them enter the building through the main entrance instead of revealing a secret door to him. He just wanted to turn his head when he heard a man`s voice:
„Tell your master I have to meet him on neutral ground.“
Cheng quickly ducked and watched. A tall, blonde man in an elegant suit was standing near the entrance, escorted by four Chinese men carrying clubs. The man, who had spoken Chinese, was holding a walking stick in a way that told he did not need it as a support, but that he would use it as a weapon if necessary.
After a short discussion, one of Mr. Wong`s men went inside whilst the others vigilantly watched the European`s group. Lien was hiding behind a broad-shouldered man. Cheng was sure she hadn`t done so from cowardice. She wanted to see what was happening, just like him.
Now, Mr. Wong appeared in the door, holding a gun in his hand. Behind him, Cheng got a short glimpse of blonde hair before the woman it belonged to hid behind the door.
„Who are you and what do you want at that hour?“
The European smiled and answered:
„Mr. Wong, I am not used being treated like a beggar, at least not if I want to do serious business. So, I would say that we will meet at a quiet place where we can talk in private.“
„So, Why don`t you just come inside? My office is a nice and discreet place to talk.“
Now, the European smiled: „Rumour has it that not as many people have left your house as have entered it. And there are my partners who are waiting for me and the results of our negotiations. My rich and influential partners.“
Mr. Wong got distracted by something behind the door. Obviously, the woman hiding there was talking to him. After a few moments, he said:
„Well, Mr. Unknown, one of my guests just told me she has recognized your voice as that of someone who has abducted her and kept her prisoner. Someone who wanted to know about her relation to another guest of mine. To one of my grandnieces, to be precicely. So, I am afraid I am not interested in talking about family matters to a – stranger.“
He spat out the last word like an insult and the European reached inside his jacket. Mr. Wong and his men prepared for him raising a gun, but he only held a small piece of paper in his hand.
„Allow me to give you at least my business card. If you are thinking twice, you can find me at the hotel „Ambassador“. Ask for Mr. Dew.“
Without haste, the man and his entourage left. Some moments later, Mr. Wong`s men disappeared behind the door.
Cheng now was perplexed. It had started with the four Chinese men attacking the Princess.
Obviously, they belonged to that „Mr. Dew“, since he had recognized the men as his entourage. And they seemed to have kidnapped one of the other girls, too. Since Andrea was still inside the house and Zenobia had been brought to Madame Yini, it must have been Jody. So, it had been her of whom he had seen a glimpse in the door. Cheng had also noticed that the man had spoken fluent Chinese. According to his accent, he was an American or Englishman, but he definitely was more than just an ordinary street robber.
„So, it`s three parties who are involved: Mr. Wong, Mr. Dew and Madame Yini. Four parties if I count myself in, too. I really hope that the girl`s landlady can enlighten my brain a bit.“
***
Since she was thoroughly blindfolded and by misunderstanding what Madame Yini had said about the two momen knowing each other, Zenobia thought that the woman between whose legs she was forced to kneel was Andrea. Of course, she had been happy to be reunited with her friend, but she had also felt pity for her. From what she had sensed, Andrea was bound and gagged, too, and obviously, they had stripped her naked as well. Then, a third feeling had come up in her mind: jealousy.
„Whatever they have done to her, it does not seem that she has had no fun at all“, she thought.
The fragrance coming from the other woman`s private parts was as treacherous as it was overwhelming. It smelled as if Andrea was more than only a bit aroused.
„These Chinese must have found a way to her heart that I haven`t found yet“, Zenobia thought with some bitterness.
„Mmmhhmmph! Uuuhhhmmmmph!“
Andrea had started to move. A tug on the rope encircling her chest told her that the other woman was moving her pelvis and she obviously tried to move her thighs, too, since Zenobia`s ears were occasionally touched by some naked flesh.
„Mhhmmph! Uuhhmmph!“
„What do you think we are here for? This really is not the time for encountering that you love women, too!“
Zenobia blushed from the memory that their last intimate encounter had been quite similar. The taste of the cloth stuffing her mouth to capacity told her that her abductors had chosen Andrea`s knickers as a gag for her. They still tasted like her. But then, her thoughts got distracted by a vehement move of her companion. Zenobia was pulled forward and her head was pressed between Andrea`s legs. She quickly arched back, but the short contact had told her that Andrea was wet from arousal and obviously trying to get to climax.
„Mhhmmmmmm! Uuhhhmmmmmm! Mhhmmmmm!“
The moans and sighs were not that of a woman in peril, but they were the clear prove that Andrea was on her way to the peak of extasy. Zenobia gave in to her fate.
„I have always hoped that our next – being together would be more romantic and consensual, but now, here we are and we don`t know what they will do to us. So, if we will die, this was her last chance. But if we get out of this, now, she has no chance of evading me any longer. If we get out of this, we will definitely have another relationship. A closer one, hopefully.“
So, Zenobia rocked her upper body back and forth, adjusting to her companion`s rhythm. Though Zenobia sported a crotch rope, too, she had no chance of getting some fun out of it. In her kneeling position, she could not move her pelvis enough and also, it was too tightly applied to allow some lustfull teasing.
„Mmmhhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhhhhhhhhmmmmm! Hhhrrrrrrrrrr! Uuhhmmmmmmm!“
Zenobia`s head again and again bounced against the other woman`s pussy and finally, when she felt that Andrea was about to lose control, Zenobia pressed her forehead against her womb to at least be as close as possible to her friend, if it was impossible for her to join in. With a throaty groan and accompanied by heavy spasms, Andrea finally reached the peak. Her heavy movements made her pubic area brush over Zenobia`s forehead and so, the blindfold came off.
When Zenobia raised her head, expecting to look into Andrea`s beautiful blue eyes, she looked into the sweat-clad and reddened face of a woman she had hardly ever seen before. A heavily panting Myra was looking down at the woman between her legs with blinking eyes.
***
Vanessa Hooke played the role of the friendly and charming landlady very convincing to the people. This meant that she was living at the hostel, too. Though her rooms of course were bigger and offered more luxury than those of her tenants. At about midnight, when Mr. Kane and his men had left with their newest prey, she had put the money into her safe and decided to go to bed. since she lived in the first floor, she kept her shutters closed during the night and so, she had to undress lit only by an oil lamp.
„Only some more deals with Madame, and I can finally buy a nice mansion and stop living here in this barn“, she thought by herself when she tried to see her image in her mirror. She now only wore her nightgown and was just brushing her blonde curls. When she put away her hairbrush, she felt being grabbed from behind and a strong hand clamped her mouth shut.
„Mmmhhhph! Uuhhhmmmph!“
Vanessa squirmed in the attacker`s firm grip and tried to get his hand from her mouth. With flailing hands, she tried to beat or scratch him and she kicked at his shin with her bare foot. The man suddenly pinched the side of her neck. Vanessa felt a sharp pain and then, with a sound of surprise, she fell unconscious.
Cheng lowered the woman to the floor and quickly looked for something to tie her up with. The secret nerve punch he had been tought by a Wing Tsun master was efficient and left no traces, but it only rendered a person unconscious for about ten minutes.
He carried her to her bed and tied her wrists to the bedposts, using the curtain strings for that purpose. With another curtain string, he bound her ankles and tied them off to the lower end of the bed, stretching Vanessa`s body into a big „Y“. Then, he looked around for a gag and blindfold. He was sure that Vanessa, once she was free, would not be able to distinguish him from other Chinese men, but he wanted her to feel more helpless.
Draped over a chair, he found the woman`s discarded underwear. Cheng had had no intimate experiences with European – or northern American – women so far, but he could guess which part of the white silky garment was meant for what purpose. Cheng took the frilly silk knickers and smelled the woman`s body and perfume before he thoroughly stuffed her mouth with them. He then took one of her silk stockings, sung it twice around her head and tied it off between her lips, cleave-gagging Vanessa and pushing in the knickers even deeper. Now, she would not be able to cry for help, but Cheng wanted to be sure. So, he ripped her slip into three long strips. In one, he placed a big knot and pressed it between the woman`s open jaws before tying off the ends in her neck. Then, he blindfolded her with the second. The last strip, he pulled over her nose and under her chin befor tying it off. Now, Vanessa would have to concentrate on breathing and would not be able to make noises worth mentioning.
He looked down on the still unconscious woman. Cheng had not seen many white Ladies before and he could only guess her age. Vanessa seemed to be some 35. her sleeveless nightgown revealed the tops of her breasts. Cheng would have liked to see these, but he knew he had to keep his fingers by himself – at first. But there was something else he had always wanted to know, since a more experienced friend had told him about that. He grabbed the hem of Vanessa`s nightgown and lifted it. His friend had told him that white women were – different – down there and indeed, he could see a thatch of dark blonde hair at her crotch.
A faint moaning told Cheng that Vanessa was awake. Feeling like caught, he let go the hem and grabbed the chin of the now squirming and moaning woman.
„I have some questions. I know that our conversation is one-sided with you being gagged, but you can nod or shake your head. If I am satisfied, you will stay unharmed. But if you refuse to cooperate, You will find out that I have not brought this blue steel“, he touched the trembling woman`s bare neck with the stalk of a tea spoon, but Vanessa obviously thought it was at least a Bowie knife, since she whimpered fearfully, „only for fun. Did you get me?“
He released her chin and the gagged and blindfolded woman nodded emphatically. She was definitely not very courageous and Cheng was sure he would get some of the answers he needed.
***
„So, I hope you have enjoyed being together, though you hadn`t much opportunity to talk“, Madame Yini said when she entered the room, followed by Yuen.
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Indeed, the last hours had been horrifying for the two girls. When the throes of her long missed orgasm had died away, she had more and more sensed what she had just done. She would have preferred if the earth had opened and swallowed her, but instead, she still had the other woman kneeling between her spread thighs. Zenobia, on the other hand, had tried to arch back as far as possible. Soon, her back arched from the inconvenient position and she had tried to avoid the other`s muffled pleas for excuse. After a while, Zenobia had not been able to keep her straining position any longer and had lowered her head to Myra`s left thigh. As the hours passed, Myra had dozed off from sheer exhaustion, but Zenobia had been unable to find some sleep.
Now, Madame Yini quickly loosened the still damp scarf around Myra`s legs and freed her legs. Still gagged and with bound arms, the woman had to stagger to the bathroom where Yuen took care of her. Madame Yini turned her attention towards the still kneeling Zenobia:
„As you may be pleased to hear, my customers are interested in everything that`s exotic. For them, a white woman is as exotic as a black. Well, maybe, you are even more exotic. That means you are more precious than your friend.“
„Mmmph?“
Zenobia now was perplexed. She had thought that her kidnappers were the same that kept Andrea in their clutches. Those Chinese who had something to do with the Princess. But now, here were some other Chinese who were talking about selling her into slavery?
„If you behave good and play your cards well, you will have a splendid future. If your new owner is pleased, you will once eat from golden bowls.“
„Mmmmph! Nnnnggg!“
Zenobia raised in her bonds in a desperate attempt to look defiant. Her new freedom definitely meant to her and she sure did not want to end up in the Chinese equivalent of a harem! However, her angry look only made Madame Yini laugh.
„Ah, it seems you will need some more training, but be assured, sooner or later you will do as you are told. I am in the business for some years now, and I have never heard a word of complaint from any of my customers.“
Now, Yuen approached, alone. Quickly, they freed Zenobia from the ropes, but tied her wrists and ankles with cuffs instead. Then, they assisted her on her way to the bathroom. There, Myra was kneeling. Her handcuffs seemed to be threaded through her leg ties, forcing her to stay in this position. Myra kept her legs pressed together, but could do nothing to hide her big boobs from view.
She still was thoroughly gagged and looked up to Zenobia and her captors with a mixture of fear and defiance.
Madame Yini helped Zenobia to sit down on the floor. Then, the man grabbed her right ankle whilst the woman loosened the cuff. To both women`s horror, they forced Zenobia to enclosure Myra with her legs before thy tied her ankles behind Myra`s back. Zenobia tried to pull then away, but the ankle cuff had been fixed to Myra`s chains. She was forced to keep her legs around the other girl`s legs. Myra`s closed knees were just a few inches away from her open crotch.
„As Yuen has told me, you“, she looked a t Myra, „have finally got the pleasure you had been waiting for so long.“
Myra blushed and turned her head away. The Chinese giggled and continued:
„Since you two are friends, it seems kind of unfair to me that your friend shall come away empty-handed. So, I think you should retaliate.“
„Mmhhmmmppphh? Uuuhhmmmmmph!“
„Mph! Nnnngggg!“
Both women protested into their gags when they fully understood what the Chinese woman was talking about. Though Zenobia was into women, she did not want to prove that delicate fact in front of her abductors. Myra seemed disgusted, too. However, the Chinese again only laughed at the ostendative embarrassment of the two helpless women.
„Bound like you are now, it will be a bit difficult for Myra to please you, Zenobia. So, we will help you a bit with that!“
„Mmmhhhhmmm! Nnnnnnnngggggg! Hhhrrrrrrrrrmph!“
„Uuuhhhmmmmph! Mmmhhmmmmm!“
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Giggling with glee, Madame Yini took the scarf that had been tied between Myra`s legs and held it under Zenobia`s nose. The Black did not do her the favour of showing any reaction, but Madame Yini did not seem to be too disappointed. She tied the scarf around Zenobia`s waist and threaded it between her legs from behind. To her surprise, she did not thread the end through her scarf belt, but took the end in her hands. Yuen, who had stepped behind Myra, bent down the reluctant girl`s upper body till her boobs were squeezed against her thighs and her head was only some inches away from Zenobia`s lap. Madame Yini now tied the end of the scarf around Myra`s neck. Then, the two Chinese stepped one step away and watched.
Myra`s first reaction had been to draw back immediately, but by doing so, she tightened the noose around her neck. Her eyes grew wide and she made terrible retching sounds, but Yuen let her suffer for an entire minute before he bent her forward and loosened the scarf a bit, allowing the girl to breathe.
„You should avoid such sudden movements. You have just seen why. On the other hand, you should not avoid all movenments, otherwise Zenobia will have no fun by that.“
Zenobia let out an indignant grunt. Did they really expect her to get off in front of them, only because that scarf was tied between her legs. Zenobia knew only too well about the effects a crotch rope could have, but now, she was not about to die and this other woman wasn`t Andrea either. Of course, they could force them to stay like this, but they could not control her desires!
„If you don`t get started soon, you will lose any of the privileges you were given so far. If Myra were allowed to talk, she could tell you about the less convenient treatment we have in store. And she has not been to our cellar yet.“
Still, Zenobia stared defiantly at their captors whilst Myra tried to find a position that did not strain her back, allowed her to breathe and that was as distant to the other girl`s crotch as possible. Madame Yini took a hairbrush from the table and bent down to Myra`s backside. Then, with a hard blow, she hit the girl`s bare soles.
„Mmmhhhhrrr!“
Myra screamed with pain and involuntarily raised her head. Zenobia mmphed through her gag, too, when this movement tore on the scarf between her legs. Again, the man waited for a minute before he loosened the noose. Now, Myra had tears in her eyes. Then, closing her eyes, she slowly began to rock her upper body.
Zenobia wasn`t quite sure what they expected from her. The scarf teased her intimate area a bit, but she was far from feeling aroused. Besides, the scarf did not touch her clit.
„Is she doing a good job? If not, she will be punished severely, I can promise you that.“
„Mmmhmmph! Nnngg!“
Zenobia shook her head, desperately thinking of a way to spare the other girl suffering. Then, a memory came up into her mind. The slave huts where she had to spend the nights during most of her time as a slave were quite narrow and they did not offer much privacy. So, she had soon known what men and women were intended to do with each other. Though, by luck or by coincidence, Zenobia had only been together with two men on her own will - and never against her will - , she knew from telling what men expected.
„If you don`t feel anything, just fake it! No man`s interested in the difference!“, an elder woman had once told her.
So, Zenobia tried her best to pretent being aroused by what Myra was doing. She shifted her hips the little her bonds allowed, trying to press her crotch against the scarf. She closed her eyes, arched back her upper body and started to sigh and moan through her gag. Myra stopped moving for a while, but then, she continued to slightly tighten the crotch rope.
„Mhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhhmmmm! Ghhhhmmmmmm!“
Zenobia panted and squirmed as if she was enjoying what she was doing. She thrusted her pelvis towards Myra, pressed her legs at her sides and moved her head in the rhythm of her breath. She then more and more accellerated her moves and groaned louder into her gag. Then, with a last tremble, she collapsed in her bonds, lowering her upper body until the two girl`s foreheads came in touch.
„Bravo!“, Madame Yini applauded and loosened the scarf around Myra`s neck. The girl rose immediately, looking puzzled at Zenobia who was now grabbed by her hair by the Chinese.
„Bravo for your talent as an actress. I know what is real and what is just a show. It`s okay for now, but next time you try to fool me, you will both find yourselves in the cellar!“
***