Since it took Charlotte some time to prepare their mission, it was the night of January the 7th when she, Andrea and her two servants finally left Tengyue. It had been quite easy to get away for them. The group would leave for Rangoon the next day and the men were drinking in the living room whilst Charlotte had pretended that she had to supervise Amila and Ela in packing her belongings and that Andrea was still not feeling too well in the society of men.
Tengue was far away from the battlefields and in addition, they wanted to get out, not in and so, the guard opened the door for the little group. They were all dressed up in men`s clothes. For Andrea, it was her favourite wardrobe and Charlotte quite often changed her dress for shirt and trousers to do some practical research. But whilst Ela seemed to see this as a funny alternative to her usual dress, the shy Amila still looked uneasy. For her, this was an attack on modesty for the trousers did little to hide the shape of her legs.
After a while, Andrea felt to her surprise that her butt was becoming numb from sitting in the saddle. Obviously, the last months in which she had not been able to move much had taken it`s toll and she had become a bit effeminate. But she decided not to be the first who would ask for a rest. After all, they wanted to rescue Zenobia.
However, it was Charlotte who halted the group after some ten miles.
„We will rest now and continue our trip tomorrow at dawn. I have left a letter, telling the Captain that I wanted to visit an ancient temple at the border and that we would meet in Rangoon. So, even if they will look after us, they will go into the wrong direction.“
Andrea would have preferred to ride as fast as possible, but she knew that they had to work out a plan to rescue Zenobia before just riding into Dali. All they knew was that she and Diane had been bought by a rich fat man who looked like a salesman. Charlotte was sure that in a city that was quite near to the Burmese border, two Indian girls like Amila and Ela would not attract attention and they would sure be able to find out in which house the girls were held captive.
„From then on, it will be a bit difficult, but I am sure that on the 10th, Zenobia will be back in your arms.“
„Get the British to Dali.“
Again, this thought came up like a breath and had disappeared before she really could get hold of it. Anyway, there was another thought that made her feel strange. Her thoughts about Zenobia circled always around her carnal desires.
Of course, their relationship had always been based on a strong physical aspect. To be true, only two things a loving couple would do had not happened between them yet: since they had been both thoroughly gagged whenever they were naked and together, they had never exchanged a real kiss – though Andrea sometimes felt as if she had experienced a passionate kiss with another woman, but she considered that to be a dream or a reaction to the situation she had been into. Another thing was that Andrea had not had the pleasure of an orgasm when being together with Zenobia. It sounded ridiculous, since they had been naked and squeezed together for days alltogether, but when she had finally admitted that it was not just a reaction from being bound to die or a method of compensating her stress, they had been in the box in which they had been transported to the ship. There, they had both tried to make the best out of their enforced intimacy – and hell, had they both tried! - , but with their hands tied behind the other`s back and their mouths thoroughly stuffed, they had not been able to get each other over the brink. After that, there had never been a moment where they had been alone and Andrea, who was a bit shy about such things, had not dared to touch herself when she was lying in her cell on the ship or when they were at the palace of CC. And Diane, that stupid girl, had disturbed them when they had finally been willing to ignore modesty when in the coach.
Andrea had always been good in oppressing such thoughts, but since she had been in the palace, she somehow had the feeling that her body had become more demanding and that she thought of Zenobia not as her close friend or the poor damsel she was about to rescue, but as a hot and beautiful woman with a body she would never let go once she would be back in her arms.
In other words, Andrea was horny.
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The same time, but many miles away, Jacqueline Dusseau sneaked into the stable, looking for Lieutenant Alain Clusiot. She had met him when he rapported to her uncle, Colonel George Delon, and she had managed to talk to him alone. After some smalltalk, she had told him that she would like to have a look at the new horses they had bought, but that she would not have time before Sunday after dinner. The young man had looked a bit sheepishly but Jacqueline was sure that he had understood the hint.
Some ten months ago, her life at a private girl`s high school in Paris had ended abruptely. There had been rumours about a „scandal“, involving her and some boys from the adjacent officer`s club. Though there had been no evidence, her parents had decided to get her out of the way for some time, until people had forgotten about that. So, she had to accompany her uncle, who went on a military mission to China.
„China has got an old and rich culture, you will see things your friends will be more than envious when you are back“, her mother had told her at the harbour. However, these were not the things Jacqueline wanted to see.
Though she had pretended to be as innocent as a newborn lamb, the scandal had in fact been the truth, although a bit exaggerated. Jacqueline looked like an innocent girl with her fair blonde hair, her big blue eyes and her pout, but in fact, she knew that men were only good for one thing. In the last three of her now 18 years, Jacqueline had had sexual affairs with no less than 13 men (she didn`t dare to write about that in her diary, but she had an exact memory). She would not have called herself a whore, since she never asked for any presents. Of course, when she was offered a golden ring or some other jewelry, she took it, but normally, if she considered a man to be attractive, he just had to be there and willing to get into her bed.
However, the last ten months had been disappointing. At the ship, there had been no opportunity to lure one of the officers into her cabin, since she had to share it with her uncle, who treated her with the rough cordiality of an old soldier. And once in China, they had only spend a few days in the indeed fascinating city of Hongkong. But then, he had to go on his mission and she could not make him let her stay behind.
The Chinese army had grudgingly accepted the fact that their weapons were too old-fashioned to allow them to defeat their enemies. Not only had they lost two wars against Britain and France, they had also severe rebellions of their own people. So, they had bought several modern guns and cannons in Europe. In addition, they had asked for some military experts to train their artillery.
So, Colonel Delon, his men and his niece were currently somewhere in the Yunnan Province, not far from the rebellious Sultanate, and Delon and his men tought the Chinese how to use their new artillery best. Her uncle was proud about the rapid successes his „pupils“ made and in addition, his work was well paid. But for Jacqueline, the little city and it`s people could be described by three words: terrible, enormous boredom.
She had been left to herself for most of the time, since they were some 20 miles away from the front, but there was literally nothing for her to do. But now, she had at least found one handsome – and French, for she had at least some standards – man who would become her number 14.
She sneaked into the small stable where the newly bought horses were sleeping or peacefully eating their oat. Since it was Sunday, the soldiers were somewhere drinking, playing cards or visiting the local brothel whilst the officers were sitting together with her uncle, just drinking and playing cards.
Jacqueline looked around if Alain was already there. The stable contained twelve boxes and in each was a horse, but a ladder was leading to the hayloft. And suddenly, she heard a clink from above.
Shortly, she hesitated if it could be someone else. But if it would have been another soldier with his mistress, she would have heard more than just a clink. So, she decided to climb the ladder.
„A bit rustic, but after ten months, I wouldn`t mind if there were thistles instead of hay. But I have to take care of my dress.“
since her uncle would be suspicious if she had stalks of hay on her clothes, she checked if really nobody was outside. Then, she took off her dress and carefully folded it before putting it on a stool. Then, she took off her boots, too. After she had once inadvertently kicked a man`s toes when he was standing behind her, she dispensed with shoes whilst she had sexual intercourse.
To not ruin her silk stockings, she put them on the stool, too, though she knew some men liked them. Now, she was only wearing her camisole with the attached garter belt and her white silk knickers. She thought of taking these off, too, but Jacqueline knew that most men liked to do that by themselves.
„If someone would enter the stable right now, I would have a lot to explain“, she giggled. Then, she went up the ladder.
Since the moon was shining through a small lid, the hayloft wasn`t completely dark. In a corner, she could see the silhouette of a man.
„He looks taller than I remembered him to be“, Jacqueline thought, but she definitely wasn`t sad about that. Smiling, she went closer to the man.
„Oh, Lieutenant Clusiot, it seems that I have forgotten to dress correctly for our little rendevouz. Sometimes, I really don`t know how to behave properly.“
He didn`t answer, but he had already been shy when she had first met him. And her current dress did not leave anyone uncertain about what she wanted. But now, something else came up to her mind – or rather her nose.
„Really, he smells like one of the horses! I really would have expected him to take a bath before coming here.“
But then, she thought that they would both become quite sweaty anyway and decided that it would be an exotic variety to have a man fresh from the back of his horse. Jacqueline only hoped that he was a good – rider.
When she was some yard away, a cloud that had covered the moon had obviously been blown away by the wind for now, the bright moonlight shone on him. Instantly, more details came to her mind. The man had no resemblance with Alain – or anyone of the French military expedition. He had a large curved mustache, narrow eyes and a dark complexion. And his jacket was made of fur and didn`t a bit look like a French uniform.
It took Jacqueline one second to realize that she was standing face to face to a Chinese man. In that second, he had already grabbed her wrists whilst another man who had sneaked behind her slung his arm around her lower face and pressed his biceps on her open mouth.
„Ghhhmmmm!“
A faint gurgling was all Jacqueline could utter when she more nad more realized what was happening and frantically tried to break free. However, she was busty, but small and she had never been very sportive, let alone that she had ever learned how to fight. The man who had taken her wrists now took them in one of his paws and without haste took a leather thong from his belt whilst the other one kept her in his vice grip. Grunting and trying to wriggle her mouth free, Jacqueline kicked at the men, but with her bare feet, she did not inflict any damage.
When he had tied her hands, he hung her bound arms over his head. Now, Jacqueline was involuntarily hugging him and since he was a really tall man, her feet lost contact to the ground.
„Mmmhhhph! Hhhrrrrrrrr! Uuuhhhmmmmmphh!“
She bit into the man`s arm but though she could taste blood, he didn`t loosen his grip. If only she could alert the soldiers! But instead, when she was just taking breath for another muffled cry, the man behind her withdrew his arm, but only to stuff a fistful of hay into her open mouth.
„Ooouuuhhmmmmpphhh! Mmhhmmmmpphhhh! Uuuhhhmmm!“
Jacqueline tried to fight it, but he just grabbed her scalp and pulled her head back whilst he stuffed more hay into her mouth until it was literally as full as possible. Then, he tied a leather band between her lips and knotted it off in her neck. This pushed the huge ball of hay even deeper into her throat and Jacqueline now felt as if she was choking. Small stars danced in front of her eyes and her frantic flailing became a bit weaker.
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Now, the man grabbed her ankles and tied them with another leather thong. To Jacqueline`s horror, the other one now took her wrists and ankles and hung her over his shoulders, like a shepherd carrying a lamb. They climbed down the ladder and the other man carefully watched out of the stable`s door.
„Mmmhhhrrrrrrrr! Hhhmmmmmmmmph! Uuuhhhhmmmmm!“
Jacqueline strained her lungs in her desperate attempt to get someone`s attention. She tried to squirm, but the man kept her in his iron grip whilst the other one opened the doors of the boxes and silently shooed out the horses. Then, he opened the main door and soon, the horses began to explore the court. They were not galloping in panic, but they were curious and soon, eight of them were outside and after a minute Jacqueline could hear the shouting of the soldiers who tried to catch them. The men nodded to each other and sneaked outside the back door.
Now, the rumour was so loud that even an ungagged Jacqueline would not have been able to alert the soldiers running around and trying to get hold of the horses who had found p,leasure in playing catch. Nevertheless, the girl screamed into her gag as they carried her to their own horses that were hidden about half a mile away. There, the man who not carried her tied her bound feet to one of the stirrups.
„Oh no, they will drag me over the rocks“, Jacqueline thought with panic. However, that was not what her abductors had in mind. The man tok her from his shoulders and took her wrists. Then, he mounted his horse and pulled her up. His colleague took her arms and tioed her wrists to the other stirrup. Now, the blonde was hanging over the horseback, just in front of the rider, and her whole scantily clad body rubbed against the horse`s. The pommel pressed hard against her pubic mound and the flimsy silk of her knickers did little to protect her from that.
„Uuuuhhmmphh!“
Jacqueline mewed when the man slapped her butt, though it was rather an attack on modersty than really painful. With a friendlier slap, the man made his horse walk and the two men disappeared in the dark.
The Black Fox was content about today`s work. Actually, he had only been ordered by the Sultan`s military supreme commander to have a look at the cannons of the Imperial army and to find out if rumours were true that there were French military advisors around. He hated working on orders and so, he had done his job rather cursory. He could tell that there were indeed some ten cannons, maybe more, and that he had seen a French flag and some Europeans in blue uniforms. But then, he had seen the stable and he and his companion had sneaked inside and considered if they could steal at least a few of these beautiful animals without being detected. But then, the girl had appeared.
In regard to the slave trade, the Black Fox followed a few simple rules. He spared his own people, even those who were subjects of the Emperor in Beijing. This was neither a matter of race nor of patriotism; the prices for Chinese slave girls were just not high enough to interest him. But women from Europe or the USA, especially blondes, could get him a fortune.
He had never really thought of doing that business, since he lived far away from cities like Hongkong or Guangchou where there were lots of foreigners now. He also knew that if he had abducted a woman there, it would have provoked a reaction from the woman`s country, maybe even another war. But if the White were so silly to come here, where he ruled, and brought their pretty women with them – well, as a solicitous headman he didn`t want his clan to live in poverty!
It had started with another French woman last year which he had sold to the Sultan`s palace himself. Then, some weeks ago, his men had conquered the coach of the Imperial officer.
Well, „conquered“ was a bit of an exaggeration, since after some shooting, the enemy had run away with only two of them slightly wounded. But inside the coach, he had found a prey better than gold. Three women, locked in a cangue and strangely, they had been gagged and blindfolded, too. But that was not of importance, for two of them were white and one black. The Black Fox vaguely knew that black people had been or were still forced to work as slaves in other parts of the world and that many Europeans considered them to be a minor race. But here, a black women was just exotic, like a white one. And that made her precious, especially if they were relatively young and pretty like these three. They had paid a large sum for them in Dali and the only drop of bitterness had been that the Sultan`s man had not been able to buy more than just the brown haired one, since the silk trader had just been too rich. But now, he could make another offer to Sultan Du Wenxiu.
Looking down at the petite blonde in front of him, he smiled. She seemed to have given up struggling for the moment and only mmphed from time to time or tried to look up to him with fearful eyes. Letting his fingers slide over the silk covering her firm butt, he calculated what he could earn and this made him even forget that he had not gotten even one of the precious horses he had originally come for.
***
„Jesus, I need a break!“, Zenobia panted.
„This is not his country! Now, get up and try again!“
Immediately after she had revealed her plan of getting her and Diane into the Sultan`s harem, Yamei had told them that it would be quite suspicious if she would just go over and offer them to him.
„It would look as if uncle Quan had found out about some mistakes you two have and would now try to get rid of you. It would be an insult, not a gift. I have to wait for a better opportunity. And until then, we will do our best to prepare you for your job. After all, he is my ruler, too, and I can`t offer him just everage merchandise.“
Zenobia felt a bit insulted about being talked about as if she was a thing, but in her years as a slave, she had got used to it and besides, she was curious what Mei was talking about. However, she and Diane should find out immediately.
Mei had developed a tightly packed schedule for the two girls. The teachers were herself, Lin and Xiao. Each morning, Lin woke them very early and forced them to do some fitness training before breakfast.
„If you have to climb the walls or to run away from the guards, you have to be in a better condition than now. And besides, the Sultan prefers slender women.“
Neither Zenobia nor Diane considered herself to be fat, but it turned out that both of them had spend too much time sitting or lying around being bound and gagged and so, the walks, sprints and other exercises Lin forced them to do were more than strenuous for them. Lin however, didn`t even sweat a bit and it turned out that, like Xiao, she was not only fluent in English, just like her Mistress, but also could be quite mean.
During breakfast and some time after, Mei tought them both to speak a little Chinese and some Chinese etiquette, including how to eat with chopsticks and how to prepare tea properly.
„Of course, you can`t learn in a week what needs years of training, But you should at least distinguish a bit from a buffalo in your behaviour.“
Zenobia, who had been a house slave in a mansion for years, learned quicker than Diane, who had been raised in a poor family and worked in a taylor`s shop before her abduction.
After that, their most hated lesson under the began: tying and unleashing.
„If you get detected, they might tie you up and then, you may perhaps help yourself. So, here is the rule: after I have tied you up and gagged you, I will turn the big hourglass which runs for two hours.
If you manage to get free earlier, you have time to rest until the last grain of sand has fallen. If you fail to free yourself in the given time – well, we know that there are ties that cannot easily be undone. But we want you to do your very best and so, if you fail, we will tie you up exactly the same way for the night. So, you have more time to practice“, Xiao had told them.
Horrified, Zenobia had tried to tell the Chinese that she had already had more practice in being bound and gagged for two lifes, but that had turned out to be a terrible mistake. Xiao had asked her about her experiences and so, she had told her about when her former master, Mr. Drake, had punished her for her escape attempt. Little later, she had been naked, tightly bound on her arms and legs and with a tight rope bisecting her crotch and her limbs bound to a rigid hogtie. Her mouth had been thoroughly gagged with a variety of scarves stuffed in and tied over her mouth. At least, they hadn`t stuffed her cheeks and throat with cotton wool like Mr. Drake had done, but this was a little consolation.
She had watched Diane trying to avoid being treated the same way. Xiao had moved to quick for her to see what she really had done, but after a few seconds, Diane was lying on her stomach with Xiao distorting her arm. The blonde was begging for mercy and after the Chinese had released her, she stripped voluntarily and accepted without any further resistance to be trussed up and gagged like Zenobia.
„You may use everything you can find in the room and you may also help each other“, Xiao explained before she turned the hourglass.
However, it turned out that that tie, though it had seemed inescapable to Zenobia, was not a big problem if they were two. After some struggling, she had managed to squirm over to Diane and to get her mouth close to her fingers. The blonde had her thumbs bound together and fixed to her tight crotch rope, but even with numb fingers, she managed to get the gag from her mouth and to help Zenobia to spit the gag out.
The Black looked anxiously for Xiao if she would regag her, but the Chinese just watched and her expression revealed no emotion.
With her teeth, Zenobia could free Diane`s wrists. The blonde mmphed, wanting her to ungag her first, but Zenobia knew that getting their hands free was more important. The only problem was that Diane`s thumbs were still tied and for reaching that knot, she would have had to bury her face between her colleagues buttocks. So, Zenobia freed her elbows before she told Diane to turn over. Ignoring her muffled protests, Zenobia brought her face close to the other`s crotch rope and began to chew. Diane bucked and squirmed but Zenobia cursed:
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„Hold still, stupid bitch! It`s no fun for me either!“
„Mmhhhhhhmmmph! Uuhhmmmmph!“
she continued to chew and after a while, she had indeed frayed the rope. Diane yanked her hands free and immediately began to work on her gag. When she had spat out the second of the two scarves that stuffed her mouth, she panted heavily before she scolded Zenobia:
„Next time, you ungag me first! Then, I would have been able to tell you that if my legs were free, I would have been able to get my hands to my front and to undo that rope by myself. I would have preferred that to having your chin rub over my pussy all the time and you pulling that rope even deeper inside me! Phew, five minutes longer and I would have lost my self control! I know you like such kinky girl-to-girl-stuff, but I sure don`t!“
Zenobia turned her head since now, even her dark complexion could not hide that she was blushing all over. However, Diane`s rage seemed to have vanished already and she began working on Zenobia`s ties. Soon, both were standing in front of Xiao who applauded them and said:
„Well done, you have more than an hour left! However, I think we shouldn`t waste time by just sitting around if we can learn something. Maybe, you want to tie me up the same and I will show you how to get free from such a tie when you are alone.“ She smiled: „Maybe, you can also have some revenge on your strict teacher.“
Diane, who was busy putting her loincloth back on, said with a gleeful smile:
„Well, that includes that you are naked, too!“
The Chinese just shrugged and undid her dress without hesitating. She was only wearing a loincloth beneath. Zenobia looked at her small, but nicely shaped breasts and her slender, but sportive figure. Diane, a bit abashed by the other`s willingness to get naked, just wanted to tell her that she could keep her underwear on. However, Xiao, obviously not the least prudish, had already peeled them down.
Zenobia could not help looking at her private area. She already knew that Chinese women often removed her pubic hair, but the sight was still a bit strange for her. Then, she noticed a short golden rope between the girl`s legs. It looked as if the rope was protruding from – within her.
Xiao noticed her stare. Smiling, and not the least embarrassed, she reached for the rope and pulled. Out came three iron balls, threaded on the rope with some inch distance between them. Both Zenobia`s and Diane`s eyes became as big as saucers.
„These are Ben Wa balls. They are good for training the pelvic floor muscles and in addition, they are quite pleasant to wear. Don`t you have such things in America?“
Blushing deeply, the two girls could only shake their heads. Again, Xiao clapped her hands:
„Well, we can exchange love techniques later! Now, tie me up, and better do a good job!“
After some hesitating, Zenobia and Diane indeed found some pleasure in tying up Xiao as stringently as they could. When it came to gagging her, Diane gleefully wadded up Xiao`s loincloth and stuffed it deep into the girl`s mouth before adding a cloth to the gag. Xiao didn`t resist, but the look in her eyes made Zenobia shudder. Sure, the Chinese would remember that little detail until tomorrow.
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When they had finished tying and gagging Xiao, Zenobia looked at the hourglass.
„We have forgotten to stop it! Now, she has only some ten minutes left!“
„Mph!“
Xiao shook her head as if she wanted to say that this was more than enough time for her. Then, she proved it. Surprisingly fast, she wriggled over to a vase and by throwing herself against it, she managed to break it without getting hurt at all.
„Well, I sure won`t try that! I might cut my arteries, clumsy as I am sometimes“, Diane said. Zenobia, however, was fascinated.
With a shard, Xiao quickly cut her hogtie and brought herself in a standing position. Then, Zenobia saw with disbelief that she pulled on her crotch rope. It now looked as if she was bisecting herself in two, but so, she managed to cut the rope and get her thumbs free, followed by her wrists.
„She can never undo her elbow tie“, Diane said.
Xiao paused for a moment and held her head crooked as if she wanted to say
„Look and learn, Whiteskin!“
Then, she lowered herself to the ground and turned to her belly. She brought up her feet to her wrists and undid her toe tie before jamming the shard between her big toes. Then, she arched her back further and further.
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„Oh my god, does she have any bones at all?“, Diane breathed.
Xiao was now bent in a hideous bow, but indeed, she managed to work on her elbow tie with the shard between her toes. After a surprisingly short time, her arms were free and she quickly freed her legs and ungagged herself. Triumphantly, she jumped up and pointed at the hourglass.
„Still some two minutes left. Now, what do you American girls do if you want to have some fun, but need your hands free?“
Both Zenobia and Diane were too perplexed from Xiao`s litheness and her escapology skills that they hadn`t even listened to what the Chinese had said. Xia shrugged and reached for the Ben Wa balls.
„The only problem is that they don`t get you over the brink“, she explained in a way another girl would have explained the functionality of an iron. „Sooner or later, you need a man – or a woman“, she smiled, looking at Zenobia who took a little bit too long to look indignant. She was more than happy that Xiao changed the subject.
„Of course, in a usual cell, there are normally no vases standing around. But be imaginative! You can use almost everything to work on your ties and gags. At least, nobody has been able to keep me for long so far. But perhaps, you will teach me better, though I doubt that. But now, time`s up! Now, Lin will teach you a little Wing Tsun. You know what that is?“
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