„Whatever they have put into Myra`s tea, if I will ever be alone with Andrea, I want some of it for us“, Zenobia thought with a mixture of amazement and disgust. She could understand that Myra did not try to break free from her bonds; Zenobia hadn`t tried it either. Their handcuffs were made of solid steel and despite their upholstery they kept their wrists tightly clamped. With their arms tied to the chair, it was impossible to stand up and even if they had been able to break free and to get their arms to their front, they would not have been able to ungag themselves, with the hoods locked at their necks. In addition, they were locked inside a room with no windows whose massive iron door was locked from the outside.
Zenobia could even understand that Myra had been teased by Madame Yini and then left in a state of arousal with a leather strap tied between her legs. But how could this woman show such a lack of self control?
Myra had not really tried to hold back her desires. She moved her pelvis and tried to rub her most intimate parts against the crotch strap. Since this was connected to the crotch ropes of both Zenobia and Vanessa, these had moaned and looked pleadingly at her, trying to make her stop. Vanessa, who was dangling from some ropes fixed to a grid, that in turn hung from a single chain, was swinging helplessly and frantically screamed into her gag.
Zenobia tried to solve the problem by thrusting her pelvis forward as far as she could, by this means getting some slack in the rope connecting their crotch ropes.
„Mmmhhhrrrr! Uuuhhmmmm!“
Myra opened her eyes and looked at her with a wild expression in her eyes, then, she increased her movements, trying to tease herself without the help of the constant pressure caused by the rope. Zenobia desperately waited for the girl to calm down, however, her own position was very uncomfortable and straining and so, she slumped back on her seat, giving the rope a sharp tug that was soon answered by constant, rhythmic pulls caused by Myra.
„Mmmph! Nnngggg!“, Zenobia tried to bring her protests into words.
„Mmmhhhrrrrrrr! Hhhhrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm! Hhhmnmmmmmmmmmpphhhh!“
Vanessa still screamed her lungs out and squirmed and wriggled, causing the grid to shake even more and so pulling on the rope, too.
„Mmmhhmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhhhhhhmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm!“
Myra had lost all interest in her companions. She was getting ready for her orgasm, accelerating her moves.
„At least, she is so easy to arouse. So, it will be over soon“, Zenobia thought. And indeed, after a short while Myra squirmed and spasmed and let out throaty grunts before she collapsed in her seat. Panting heavily, she kept her eyes closed. Zenobia could not say if she wanted to avoid eye contact or if she was just trying to keep out reality for a little bit longer, but at least, she had stopped moving.
„Hhhrrrrrrrr! Mhhhhhhmmmmph!“
Vanessa still screamed through her gag, but Zenobia could not feel any pity for her. After all Madame Yini had said, she had been her accomplice at their abductions and so, it was more than fair that she now got a dose of her own medicine. The problem was that she and Myra had to take this medicine, too.
***
The two men guarding Lien had discussed for a while if they could risk touching the bound and gagged beauty, but in the end, they decided that some fondling would be okay. So, they approached the bed and one of them bent over her.
„You know to fight like a man. But now, you look like a woman. Let`s see what you really are, don`t you agree?“
Lien looked at him calmly, but when he put his hands on her breasts, she slammed her forehead against his nose. He grunted an was thrown back by the blow. Lien raised her bound legs to her body, then, she kicked him in the groins with both her legs, sending him off the bed.
His colleague tried to grab her, but Lien rolled away and let herself slide from the bed, bringing herself in an upright position. He jumped at her, but she quickly jumped aside and he landed on the floor. Despite being bound hand and foot, Lien managed to jump some half a yard high and landed directly on his belly with her feet.
Now, both men were lying on the floor, holding their hands pressed to their bellies and aching with pain. Satisfied, Lien nodded. Bound and gagged as he was, she sat on the bed and lolled about till she found a comfortable position. The little fight had dishevelled her hair a bit, but she had not even sweated from the effort.
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Lien had told Mr. Wong and his servant to do a good job in binding and gagging her, but Lien knew that she would have been able to free herself sooner or later. But on the other hand, she still had to act as a hostage during the negotiations and so, she decided to wait for Mr. Dew to come back. The two men sure would think twice of attacking her once more. If not, Lien would wait for Mr. Dew sitting on the dead bodies of his two willful servants.
***
„So, you are saying that you want me to hand over my beloved grand-niece, a Princess and of so noble lineage that your Queen Victoria looks like a beggar beside her, to you, a foreigner whose plans are more than sinister?“
When they had met at the restaurant Mr. Wong had mentioned, both groups had searched the other`s for weapons. Then, they had given their men some money and told them to play Mahjong whilst they were talking.
Tyler soon realized that Mr. Wong had not chosen this reastaurant for it`s indeed delicious food only. The waiters only spoke Chinese and since he and Mr. Wong were negotiating in English, their discussion would stay private.
„Yes, and as soon as I have this Princess in my hands, I will bring her back to China, to her country. There, I will give her to some of the still fighting Taiping. They may use her as a symbol of resistance and maybe find the power for another rebellion.“
Mr. Wong now looked as if Tyler had lost his marbles. This plan was too absurd! However, this man did not seem like a lunatic to him.
„So, you want me not only to betray my family, but also my home country, with the intention of starting another civil war. This last war has cost at least 20 Million lifes. 20 Millon! that`s almost 40 times the losses you had in your recent war!“
Tyler raised an eyebrow.
„I am British, we fought our last civil war some 200 years ago.“
„American, British, you are all the same! But why on earth should I even think about participating in your idiotic plan?“
Tyler smiled. To Mr. Wong`s surprise, it was a real smile, warm and it reached his eyes. Then, he said just one word:
„Money.“
For a while, nobody said a word. Mr. Wong first looked indignantly, then, he made a move as if he wanted to go. Tyler just waited, looking directly into his eyes. Mr. Wong finally broke the silence and asked:
„Money?“
„Money. And power, if you want that, too. If my plan will work out, it will make both of us rich men. And I am talking about real wealth. Not the small sums you are generating so far.“
Now, Mr. Wong was sure this man was mad. His income was some 10.000 Dollars – a month. However, his curiosity still was alert. Tyler seemed to notice that and continued:
„During the Taiping rebellion, my country and France fought a war against China, too. As usual, we won and the Emperor had to open some more harbours for our trading ships. It was maybe not the most glorious victory our Empire ever won, but I can assure you that a lot of people are now millionaires. A close friend of mine became the director of a company and retired after only two years. Now, he lives in England, is a knighted Baronet and will have to live some 200 years to spend his money.“
Now, Mr. Wong smiled:
„And you want to do the same? By just throwing the Princess onto the game board?“
Tyler had noticed that his interlocutor had adressed Jinjin as „the Princess“ rathetr than „my grand-niece“. So, he obviously was more a businessman than a loving uncle.
Mr. Wong was indeed intrigued. He did not really care about inflicting another civil war. The government in Peking was weak, and there were rebellions and uprisings almost every year, wether he participated in that or not. And the European powers would exploit China anyway, too. Mr. Wong had once read the works of Machiavelli and had always thought that only the strong deserved to survive. However, he had issues to be illoyal towards his family.
„Let`s assume for the moment that I do not consider your plan as that of a complete lunatic. What will happen if the rebellion will not happen – or fail so miserably that the Emperor will not be weakened the least? Then, I have sacrificed my own flesh and blood for just a stupid idea and lost not only my beloved grand-niece, but also my reputation in the Chinese community here.“
Tyler once again smiled enigmatically.
„I have not planned to just send Princess Jinjin to her people, hoping that some will recognize her and put her on the throne or something like that. We, my superiors and me, are in contact with some Taiping groups who have signalled that a symbol figure, especially a pretty young Princess, would be all they needed – together with some modern weapons, of course, but I think such minor details like some 20.000 Enfield muskets should not be the problem. But in addition, once we have the Princess, we will also inform the Empress Dowager about our plans. If she will pay us an adequate sum and will give Britain some privileges, we will not support the rebellion. Then, I will have to wait for knighthood a bit longer, but being a millionaire will help me to get over that.“
Mr. Wong thought long about that. The Empress Dowager, who reigned in the name of her infant son, had in the past been forced to pay off the foreigners. However, he still was concerned about Jinjin, and so, he meant:
„And the Princess will die.“
„Not necessarily. If there is no rebellion, we will keep her in the back, as a constant threat to the Empress Dowager. We will keep her in a palace in India or so, secretly locked up, but treated like a Princess. If the rebellion happens, she might become Empress of the South or something like that. And even if she fails, we will help her to flee the country before it comes to the worst. Maybe, her loving uncle will help her once more.“
Now, the Chinese laughed. Tyler joined in and then, they shook hands, sealing their unholy plan.
***
The same time, Cheng and Madame Yini were making plans about how to get inside Mr. Wong`s house and to leave it with the Princess. Since she and Mr. Wong were enemies, Madame Yini hadn`t visited the house either, but she knew the architect that had built it. She had already sent him a letter, telling him that she would like to have a bigger house for herself and had heard that he was the best man in his job. Since her recent house was indeed a bit small, this would sound convincing. She had written that she wanted „a house like Mr. Wong, but bigger and prettier“ and had asked him for the plans to see by herself where she could have some improvements.
„Once we have the plans, we can look for a weak point in his defenses. This house has it`s own well, so maybe, we can get there this way.“
Cheng had to admit that this was a good plan. He had thought about that himself, but it would have been nonsense to search through the sewers just at random. However, even if they knew which pipe to take, there still would be the problem if the distance could be passed without drowning – an even more urgent problem on the way back, with a bound and gagged Princess as an extra package.
„Are you sure the girls you have worked with will not tell them too much about yourself?“, Madame Yini asked. Cheng had told her about his former accomplices.
„I don`t think so. All they know that a Chinese was interested in meeting the Princess. They don`t even know my name and these Whites can`t distinguish one Chinese from another.“
Madame Yini smiled and said:
„By the way, you told me that one of these girls was a Black, living at the hostel of Miss Hooke, my former co-worker? Well, I am sure she is just enjoying my hospitality, too.“
„Oh, I know. Actually, I had placed her as a bait for Mr. Wong`s men, but your men forestalled them. That was the reason why I decided to replace Miss Hooke as your business partner.“
Madame Yini did not show if she considered his behaviour as brave or impertinent – or both. She just smiled and took his arm.
„Maybe, you want to see how they are now. After all, since the Princess will soon join them, we have to ensure that they are an adequate company for a noble woman.“
***
When Tyler came back to the „Ambassador“, the receptionist stopped him in the lobby, wringing his hands.
„Mr. Dew, I beg your pardon, but it seems that during your absence, your servants seem to have taken some – advantages-“
Tyler raised an eyebrow and looked at the man with a smile that made the man involuntarily step back.
„I-I-I m-mean, they have j-jumped on the furniture and maybe broken some of it. There-there w-were some strange sounds-“
Now, Tyler`s smile became much more friendly and he reached for his pocket, handing a gold Dollar to the man.
„I understand. I told them to pack my luggage, since I`m leaving that very evening, and sometimes, they are a bit clumsy. Nowadays, it`s quite difficult to find good personnel. Of course, if anything got damaged, I will pay for it. Is there anything else?“
The receptionist bowed deeply and disappeared behind his desk. Tyler went to his room and could see that indeed it looked a bit messy. One of the side tables was broken, a curtain was ripped from the haltering and the bedsheets were crumpled. One of his men had a blody nose, the other a black eye. On the bed, Lien was lying, still bound and gagged and with her coiffure a bit in disorder, but obviously unharmed.
„Really? A single bound and gagged girl - and you lost the fight?“
The way the two man avoided to look at him told Tyler that he had guessed right. He took a deep sigh and meant:
„Well, let`s hope that our new guest is easier to handle for you.“
Lien was electrified. Not only had the man mentioned a „new guest“, his clemency towards his men`s misbehaviour and his ostendatively good mood told her that his negotiations with Mr. Wong had come to a satisfying and for him. But did that really mean her own granduncle had sold Princess Jinjin to that Englishman?
She considered if she should try to make it to the door. Now, they were five, and they now definitely knew that she was a skilled fighter, but Lien was sure she could somehow manage to at least reach the floor and draw some attention. On the other hand, if she was free, but Princess Jinjin still in the hands of Mr. Wong or that Mr. Dew, this was inacceptable for her.
So, Lien showed no resistance when Tyler ordered to wrap her in the carpet again and to get her back to Mr. Wong`s house. Once she was reunited with Jinjin, she could think of finding a way to freedom.
***
Zenobia had never had a higher educationa nd had never heard of words like „atavism“, but she could clearly see how thin the layer of civilisation and culture was that covered the rather animalistic traits of the human being.
Myra`s dedication to her body`s desires had told her so, but as the time passed, other problems had occured she had to cope with. Obviously, the adjacent oven was in permanent use and so, the cellar was overheated. It was not actually stifling, but the heat made all three women perspire and their nearly nude – or, in Vanessa`s case, fully nude – bodies were covered with sweat. The upholstery clung to her back and she had to shift her position from time to time, though this made the rope tug on her crotch rope and on those of the others. Zenobia could see that Myra was suffering from the same problems whilst Vanessa had not the luxury of changing her position. All the dangling blonde could do was wriggle her toes and finges and shake her head. She also could scream through her gag, but at least exhaustion had calmed her down for the moment.
Thirst was another problem. The only supply of liquid was her saliva, and she felt her mouth getting increasingly dry and sore.
„At least, I am no longer gagged with a pair of used knickers“, Zenobia thought. It was a weak consolation.
As time went by, another inconvenience came up. Zenobia had tried to ignore it as goood as possible, but now, she could no longer close her eyes from it: she needed to pee.
„No! I sure won`t wet my panties as if I am a little girl! Among all humiliations, this will not happen!“
She pressed her thighs together and shifted her hips with uneasiness.
„Distraction! Think of something else!“, she ordered herself. However, there was not much distraction around. The strange devices in the room were of course interesting, but not suitable for calming down. Some of them were self-explaining and Zenobia definitely did not even want to think of having one of these used on her.
„Mhhmmmm! Uhhhmmmm!“
For the first time after a while, Myra came to life. She moved her hips and looked at Zenobia whith what seemed to express – relief? Compassion? Understanding?
„Oh no, she thinks that I want to get some fun from my crotch rope, too! No, you stupid girl, I only have to pee badly!“
„Nnnnngggg! Mhhmmmph!“, she moaned, shaking her head, but unable to stop moving her hips and pressing her middle against the leather strap.
„Mmhhmmmm! Uuhhhmmmm!“
Vanessa joined the muffled conversation. The renewed tugging on her crotch rope had risen her from her dozy state and she once again tried to get free from her stringent bonds. Zenobia lowered her head. It was enough that Myra was obviously irritated by her movements. She just did not want to feel guilty towards Vanessa, too.
In a desperate attempt to keep control over her body, Zenobia arched back and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, letting out a deep groan.
„Oh, are we inopportune?“, a female voice asked. Zenobia stared at the door and panted through her nose. Madame Yini had come back. Beside her stood a man, but it wasn`t Yuen. It was Cheng.
Her first thought was that he had come to free her and Myra, but then, she realized that he was talking to Madame Yini in a friendly way. They spoke Chinese, but it looked as if they were gossiping on a dinner party.
„Mhhhrrrrrrr! Mhhmmmph!“
Zenobia frantically tried to raise their attention. Vanessa mmphed through her gag, too and only Myra remained silent, trying to prevent the Chinese from noticing her.
Madame Yini and Cheng stepped towards Zenobia and stood to either side of the rope running from her to Myra`s crotch rope.
„Have we disturbed you in having some fun with your friends?“, Madame Yini asked mockingly.
Zenobia rolled her eyes in frustration, but forced herself to remain as calm as possible. Such little games were part of the humiliation and she did not want to give her captors more to laugh about than necessary.
Cheng turned around and examined Myra`s still damp knickers. When he rubbed a bit of the black silk between his thumb and index finger and held them to his nose, Myra could not help blushing all over.
„Hm, perhaps she`s envious because this one definitely had some joy.“
Madame Yini turned to him and to Myra`s embarrassment, sniffed on Cheng`s fingers, too. Before she could say something, a drop landed on Cheng`s forehead. It was sweat that had dropped from the face of Vanessa who was frantically screaming through her gag once more. Cheng looked up and smiled:
„Oh, hello up there. Are you enjoying the view or just hanging around?“
Vanessa`s answer was an angry outburst of moans and grunts, accompanied by an energetically struggling and squirming, causing the grid to dangle like mad.
„Mmhhhhhrrrrrr!“
Zenobia moaned with rage and stomped her feet in a wild staccato. She gave nothing on dignity, she just needed to pee. Badly! Now!
Madame Yini turned down to her and padded her head.
„Oh, don`t be jealous, only because we are dealing with our other guests, too.“
Now, Zenobia looked at her like a pleading dog and whimpered through her gag.
„Maybe, she`s trying to tell us something“, Cheng, who was still admiring Vanessa`s strappado, presumed. „Maybe, we should ungag her.“
Madame Yini played as if she needed to think about this simple proposal for a while. Then, she shook her head.
„Unfortunately, I`ve forgotten the keys of these hoods in the sleeping room. But I can free her hands, so she can play pantomime for us.“
She crouched behind the chair and slowly released Zenobia from the cuffs. The girl immediately jumped up from the seat, only to be stopped by a sharp tug on her crotch. She had completely forgotten about the rope still there. With hasty hands, she opened the belt and threw it away. Then, she jumped into a corner, yanked down her knickers and squatted.
Relief! Sweet relief! Zenobia did not care about the humiliation of being watched by Cheng and Madame Yini who laughed and pretended that they had just now understood what had been her problem. Now, all that counted was relief!
When she was finished, she was hailed by Madame Yini who told her to step out of the knickers she had just pulled back in place. Though the woman had no weapon and Zenobia was free except for the gag, she saw no point in resisting. There was Cheng, too, and the door of the cellar was locked and Madame Yini had the key. Zenobia would have tried to kick her and to run for the door if it had been open, but she knew that she could not knock both her captors unconscious and then make her escape.
So she obeyed and handed the underwear to Madame Yini who put them on a table. Then, she cuffed Zenobia`s hands behind her back and hung them to a hook which she adjusted till the girl had to spread her arms from her back and could not unhook her wrists without help.
Then, Madame Yini turned her attention towards Myra again.
„Do you need to pee, too, or do you prefer some more fun from my hands? You must know“, she said, turning her head towards Cheng, „this one here is like a volcano if you push the right buttons.“
Myra lowered her head, but said nothing, too overwhelmed by embarrassment and feeling guilty about herself. However, Madame Yini did not let her go.
„I asked you a question, dear Myra. Would you like some fun now?“
„Nnngggg!“
Without raising her head, Myra shook it. Madame Yini slowly undid her waist belt and the crotch rope. Then, she let her hand slide under the waistband of her knickers.
„Are you sure, my dear?“, she asked, her fingers starting to massage Myra`s private parts.
„Mmmhhmmphh! Nnnnng!“
Myra once again shook her head, this time looking up at Madame Yini with pleading eyes. It was Cheng who rescued her.
„Maybe, we can play with her later. After all, we have some business to talk about.“
Shrugging, Madame Yini withdrew her hand. Before she released Myra from her cuffs, she held her index finger under the girl`s nose, forcing her to take a breath. Shortly hesitating, the girl went to a corner and relieved her bladder, too.
Madame Yini made her hand over her knickers and tied her hands to a chain in the way Zenobia was restrained.
„Mmmhhrrrrr! Uuuhhmmmmmm! Mph!“
Vanessa once again tried to get some attention. She expected to be freed, or at least to be tied in a more lenient position.
„Oh, come on, you are here for just a few hours. It`s impossible that you already want to go. Besides, Cheng and I have to talk now and so, we have no time to play with you.“
The two Chinese ignored the blonde`s further protests and fetched two chairs, since Madame Yini meant, wit a malicious glance upon Myra and Zenobia, that the two chairs they had sat in were „quite trenched“.
Then, they discussed their further steps, not taking notice of the three naked, bound and gagged women anymore.
***
„Mhm?“
Since their bondage was comparatively comfortable, both Andrea and Jody had dozed off after some short futile efforts to free themselves and so, they were surprised when Mr. Wong entered the room. However, their surprise became enormous when their eyes fell on Princess Jinjin.
The petite girl`s arms were bent behind her back and the way she thrusted out her chest told the watching women that not only her wrists, but also her elbows were tightly bound. More rope encircled her legs forcing her to hop into the room. Her mouth was covered by a broad folded band of silk and the way it bulged showed that her mouth was massively packed underneath. Her eyes were widened with fear, but she made no sound at all.
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„Well, as you can see, Mr. Dew and I came to terms about what to do with my beloved grand-niece. Unfortunately, she did not like our plans for her future and so, I had to ensure that she will do as we have decided for her.“
Now, Jinjin stared daggers at Mr. Wong and let out an angry grunt.
Before Mr. Wong could say more, two servants entered the room, carrying a rolled carpet over their shoulders which they carefully lowered to the floor. They wanted to unroll it, but Mr. Wong stopped them. Instead, he ordered his men to secure the roll with some rope. Then, they took another carpet from the floor and forced the now protesting and squirming Princess to lie down. The little girl was no match for the three man and so, they quickly rolled her into the carpet and secured this package with a rope, too.
„It`s a nice gesture that Mr. Dew has sent the hostage back, but I am sure she wishes to further accompany her mistress. So, I think I will send them to him both.“
With a sad expression on his face, he turned towards Andrea and Jody.
„The only problem now is: what shall I do with you two?“
***