Lieutenant Clusiot knew that he had to blame himself for getting himself into that all. If he hadn`t told the Colonel that his niece had asked for a rendevouz with him, his superior would not have sent him on a rescue mission for the missing Jacqueline Dusseau. He had insisted on the fact that he had done nothing with the girl, but Colonel Delon had said that he would ask her for her version once he had brought her back. So, he was riding through the mountains, accompanied by a dozen of Foreign Legionnaires, trying to find a hint of the blonde.
It wasn`t something he would call a mission without return: his men were skilled fighters and even if they were attacked by troops of the Sultanate or some bandits, he was sure that they would be able to fight them off with their superior firearms. The problem was that the kidnappers had left no traces, except for a staple of neatly folded clothes. Clusiot had tried to tell the Colonel that maybe Jacqueline had taken off them by herself, but he had scolded him for insinuating that his niece would do such things. Clusiot, who had seen the look in the girl`s eyes when she had asked him to meet in the stable, knew that she would have done even more indecent things but obviously the Colonel considered her to still be a virgin.
„If I were a dog, I could follow her scent of arousal over some miles“, he thought and once more scanned the hills with his spyglass. He hadn`t been in the stable for the rendevouz because he preferred more decent girls and deep in his heart he believed that Jacqueline earned her fate.
***
„So, look if you want to spend the day like her, Diane.“
Diane had been surprised by Mei`s fluent English, but then, she had remembered that she and her twin sister had had a British governess. But why did the Sultan need a slave for learning English then? Mei had read her thoughts:
„If Du Wenxiu thinks that he`s the only one who speaks English, he will speak careless in front of me. Maybe, this will be of some use sometimes. My position in his harem is not as good as it could be and so, I have to take care of improving it. Of course, I need the help of some loyal servants. Your colleague does not seem to be loyal to anyone but her disappeared friend, and so, she will have to pay for it. If you are on her side, you will be treated the same way. But if you serve me, you will live quite convenient and sometimes even reach freedom. It`s your choice.“
Diane shuddered as she looked down to Zenobia. In the morning, when the slaves had been set free, she had made another escape attempt. She had even managed to push Wanjun into a water basin and to run to the court before she had been caught. Four guards had been necessary to catch her but finally, Mei and Wanjun had been standing in front of the fuming Black and had told her that they would teach her how to behave on a Royal Court.
Wanjun tied Zenobia`s wrists and elbows tightly behind her back. Then, she took some thin cord and tied her fingers till Zenobia could not move them at all to work on the knots. To her surprise, Wanjun tied two lengths of twine to her thumbs. Then, she bent Zenobia`s legs and tied her thumbs to her big toes, keeping her in an inconvenient hogtie. Zenobia ached and Wanjun smiled:
„Time to silence you.“
Zenobia knew what would come when Wanjun fetched the knickers she had been gagged with the night before. However, it seemed that Wanjun wanted to increase the pain a bit. She reached under her dress and took off her loincloth which she wrapped around the balled up knickers. Then, she thoroughly soaked the silk wad in some liquid.
„It`s too much!“, Zenobia thought when Wanjun started to push the giant gag into her mouth. But one soldier grabbed her scalp and forced her to keep her mouth wide open whilst Wanjun prodded and squeezed with both her hands. Zenobia retched and tried to fight the gag with her tongue, but finally, her cheeks were filled to the bursting and the cloth tickled the back of her throat. The gag was so big she could not even close her jaws.
„Uuuhhmmmmmmm! Nnnnnggggg!“, she groaned. The liquid the knickers and the loincloth were soaked with now reached her senses. To her surprise, it wasn`t something disgusting. Instead, it tasted quite nice, though it titillated a bit, like Champagne.
Wanjun now wrapped a long silk bandage around and around Zenobia`s head, each round was pulled tight between her lips and increased the pressure on her gag a bit more. Finally, Wanjun tied it off and added a strip of wet leather.
„Mmmmmhhmmmmm! Nnnnnnnggggg!“
Now, Wanjun took another piece of rope and held one end to Zenobia`s pussy. The Black twitched back, but Wanjun only neasured the distance to her bent knee. Then, she said something to the guards. A soldier took a stake and hammered it into the ground till only a piece as long as the rope was left. Now, wanjun took another bandage, soaked it with the liquid and then wrapped it around the end of the stake till there was a round silk knob. Then, two guards grabbed Zenobia by her bound arms.
„Mhhmmmph! Hhhrrrrrmmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmmm! Nnnggggg!“
Zenobia tried to squirm as the men forced her to sit on the stake. The knob pressed against her sex and gravity was working against her. She desperately tried to get off the stake, but the men kept her still whilst Wanjun pushed on her shoulders, pushing her down. The knob was wet and the Chinese girl was strong. With widened eyes, Zenobia felt the knob entering her. It didn`t hurt and after some two inches, her knees reached the ground and the stick didn`t get deeper, but it was a humiliating and irritating experience.
„Just wait until the potion works. Then, you will like it“, Wanjun purred.
„Potion? What is she talking about? Oh!“
„Mmmphhhh! Uhhmmmmm! Hhhrrrrrmmmmm!“
Involuntarily, Zenobia had already swallowed some of the liquid her gag was soaked with and now, more of the liquid was slightly tingling inside her. It caused a slight warmth and it wasn`t an inconvenient feeling – but she felt as if she had to move her hips, rub her soft flesh against the intruding knob.
„No! I sure won`t give in! No!“
Wanjun caressed her hair.
„Just relax, dear. You can fight it for a while, but in the end, you will be all lust and desire.“
„Mmhhmmmmph! Nnnngggg!“
Wanjun took another rope and tied her legs to the stake, forcing her to stay in her undignified position with the top of the stick between her legs. Then, she padded Zenobia`s shoulders and went over to Mei and Diane. Mei whispered into the blonde`s ear:
„Actually, the potion isn`t really that strong. It makes you feel a bit more aroused, but not more than drinking Champagne and eating strawberries. But I am sure, Zenobia will think that it`s the strongest aphrodisiac ever.“
She laughed and Diane could indeed see that Zenobia was squirming and trembling. Her moans could hardly be heard from her position, but Diane was sure she was screaming her lungs out.
„H-how l-long will you k-keep her like that?“
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„Oh, just a few hours. But she will stay like this for an entire day, and so will you, if you will not help us in our little plan.“
Diane looked again to Zenobia who now was moving her hips up and down the little her bonds allowed. Then, she nodded.
„Tell me what you have planned.“
***
Since they had lowered their voices, neither Andrea nor Charlotte had understood what the Black Fox and his son were talking about. From the few words they had overheard they only knew for sure that they were talking about them. They exchanged fearful glances whilst the naked Jacqueline just remained silent.
„Well, father, if I try to catch the two other girls, let me do it my way. I don`t want them to get hurt“, Little Fox insisted. He had had to agree that it had been foolish to leave Amila and Ela behind and wanted to correct this error himself. His father nodded.
„Right. Which one do you want to use as a bait, the brown haired or the redhead?“
„The redhead. Once, an European traveller told me that in earlier times the Europeans tied redheads to stakes to burn them as witches or something like that. So, maybe she will feel like at home.“
Both men laughed and for the first time, Little Fox felt as if his father treated him like a man. Then, they rose from their places and stepped over to the three captives. Charlotte and Andrea protested through their gags as Little Fox put Charlotte over his shoulder and carried her outside. The Black Fox then waited for Andrea to calm down until he spoke:
„You back here, no good. Not know what to do with you. Behave, or killed.“
„Mmhhmmmph!“
Andrea nodded, seeing no point in being defiant. She knew that, if he had intended to kill her, he would have done so already. The Black Fox said something to his guards standing at the tent`s entrance and they stepped in. Then, they undid the rope and freed Andrea from the sleeping bag. She wanted to reach for her gag, but the Black Fox shook his head.
„Leave this. Strip now!“
„Mmph! Nnngg!“
Andrea had been naked in front of this man before, but at least, she didn`t want to give in without any protest. The Black Fox took a knife from the floor.
„Strip, or I do!“
„Mmmhhmmmph!“
Andrea made a move to stop the approaching man and began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her white camisole. When she had taken the shirt off, she looked at the man with pleading eyes, but he ordered her to get on. Andrea opened her trousers and took them off, too, followed by her socks. She had decided against stockings and garter belt and was now only dressed in her camisole and knickers.
„Get on!“
With a sigh, she pulled the camisole over her head, revealing her boobs. She made no attempt to hide herself. It had been once too often that she had been forced to be naked in front of strangers in the past. When the Black Fox still looked expectantly, she peeled down her white knickers, too.
„Mph!“, she meant defiantly with her hands put on her hips. The Black Fox smiled and his men took a rope and tied her wrists in front of her before tying them over her head, forcing her to stand with raised arms. When they took a bamboo stick of some two feet in length and tied her ankles to the ends, Andrea shuddered. If they intended to rape her, there was nothing she could do to stop them. However, the Black Fox cut the leather band holding her gag instead and helped her to spit it out. Greedily, she drank some of the offered tea. Then, she could see that the man had picked her knickers from the floor. He let the flimsy silk run through his fingers and carefully examined a little spot at the front that testified her previous arousal. Andrea could not help blushing.
„You miss man, or you like other woman?“, he asked her unexpectedly.
„I miss Zenobia“, Andrea could have answered, but she only looked at the Black Fox with a puzzled expression. He shrugged and brought the knickers to her mouth.
„No answer, you don`t need to talk.“
„Uuhhmmph!“
Andrea tried to remain calm, but could not help emitting a small retching sound when he stuffed the knickers deep into her mouth. She found out that he had taken care that the crotch part rested directly on her tongue, forcing her to taste her own arousal. Before he bound a strip of silk between her lips, he almost gently grabbed her hair and tried to trap as less as possible in the gag. Then, he stepped behind Jacqueline and cut her arms free. The girl fell to the ground with a moan of surprise. Then, she turned on her back and rubbed her numb limbs, trying to hide her charms from the man. She was also forbidden to reach for her gag.
Meanwhile, a man had brought a bucket and some cloths. The Black Fox pointed at Jacqueline, then at these items and then at Andrea.
„Clean her!“
„Mmhmmmph?“, Jacqueline asked.
„Uuuhhmmmm! Nnnnggg!“, Andrea protested.
Oppressing a yawn, the Black Fox reached for his whip and the frightened Jacqueline went for the bucket.
„Hair first“, the Black Fox, now sitting on a pillow and taking a sip from his mug, ordered and the blonde took a brush and approached Andrea who was relieved that nothing worse than getting her hair combed would happen.
„Mmph!“
Jacqueline wasn`t that gentle and tried to get the job done as fast as possible. The fact that she was some five inches smaller than Andrea meant that she had to stretch her arms and to get quite close to the equally naked woman to do her hair. But after a while, she had done her work to the Black Fox`s satisfaction.
„Now soap and wash.“
„Mmhhhhrrrrrr!“
„Nnnnggggg!“
WHIP!
He had hit the ground some yard away from the girls, but Jacqueline jumped up from fear and let out a squeal. Then, she went for the bucket and took some soap and a cloth. With a horrified expression in her eyes, she started to soap Andrea`s body, avoiding her butt, loins and breasts. When she wanted to reach for another cloth to wash the film of soap away, the Black Fox raised his hand.
„You not finished!“
„Mmmhhmmmph!“
Jacqueline looked at him with pleading eyes, but the Black Fox just reached for his whip again. Andrea closed her eyes in self-denial. Moments later, she felt that Jacqueline was applying the soap on her boobs. The girl tried to touch her only a bit, but again and again the man forced her to repeat the task. Andrea was blushing all over but forced herself to remain calm, since she didn`t want to increase the ordeal for the poor blonde. After what seemed ages, Jacqueline was allowed to now wash her butt. It was almost a relief, compared to have her breasts soaped and massaged, but then, she heard heavy approaching steps. She opened her eyes and could see the Black Fox standing directly in front of her. To her horror, he took some of her pubic hair between his thumb and index finger and asked:
„Want it shaved?“
„Mmmhhmmmm! Nnnnnnggg!“
Vigorously, Andrea skook her head and tried to step back, but he still held her pubic hair and the stick between her legs prevented her from moving fast. The man smiled and padded Jacqueline`s shoulder.
„Then, blonde will wash there good!“
Jacqueline moaned with frustration and Andrea could not help feeling guilty for having put her in this humiliating situation. „Think it would be Zenobia“, she told herself as Jacqueline started to soap her pubic area and the soft flesh between her legs. She could feel the trembling of the blonde`s fingers when she did so. Andrea panted heavily, but she tried to stay as calm as possible to allow the other to work as fast as possible.
„Uuuhhmmmm!“
Andrea was caught by surprise as the Black Fox, who had stepped behind her, poured the whole bucket over her. Laughing, he then ordered Jacqueline to towel her dry. Then, he took some rope and grabbed the blonde`s wrists. Forcing her to lean against Andrea`s belly, he tied her arms behind the other`s back. Now, Andrea`s chin rested on the top of Jacqueline`s head and both girls looked at the Black Fox with a mixture of fear and anger. For a while, the man just looked at them. Then, he smiled and said:
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„You really pretty. Me sorry if have to kill you.“
***
Zenobia had soon found out that she was not in danger to get impaled by the stake. The position was inconvenient, since all her weight rested on her knees - and on the knob between her legs - , but even if she would collapse, she could not get the knob that deep that it could hurt her. So, after a while, her panic decreased – only to be replaced by another sorrow: the lube was continuously tingling the soft flesh of her most intimate parts and a warm feeling was spreading through her womb. Zenobia tried if she could minimize the irritating sensation by shifting her position. Since her legs were immobile, she moved her hips and her upper body.
„Uuuuhhhmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm!“
She let out a groan of surprise and arousal as she arched back her body and the knob pressed harder at her most sensitive spot. Almost involuntarily, Zenobia repeated the move and once again, it sent shivers through her sex. Zenobia tried to adjust her position without teasing herself, but since the knob was touching her anyway, this was to no avail.
„Mhhmmmm! Uhhhmmm!“
She closed her eyes and her breath accelerated as she continued to move more or less rhythmically on her stake. She couldn`t move enough to get herself where she wanted, but, moaning energetically, she managed to increase the pressure by once more arching back her body.
„Ooouuhhmmm! Mmmhhmmmm! Hhhhhrrrrrmmmm!“
„This! Time! No one! Will! Stop! Me!“, she thought, pressing her pelvis against the stake. She moaned and grunted and finally, she found herself in the throes of passion. Zenobia screamed into her gag as she came with vigor. After her climax, she collapsed and it took her some time till she felt a hand on her shoulder. She blinked and saw the face of Mei.
„Not, bad, not bad! I would have thought that you were too tightly bound to get off like you did, but you proved the opposite! You are really a fighter – somehow!“
Zenobia trembled and turned her head away.
„What have I done?“, she thought with upcoming embarrassment. Her triumph had only proved her to be a helpless slave of her body`s desires. She didn`t know how many people had seen her in her more than obvious predicament. Tears formed in the Black`s eyes. Mei gently caressed her hair.
„Oh, don`t be like that! After all, you have earned a favour. You may watch your tormentor suffering in the same bondage. If Wanjun can`t bind you in a way that you are not able to have some fun, maybe, she should get the same treatment, just to learn where her mistakes lie.“
Zenobia looked puzzled, but Mei was talking to Wanjun and one of the guards. The maid went pale, but she didn`t protest. With tightened lips, she took off her dress whilst the guard hammered another stake in the ground, some yard in front of Zenobia who watched with horror what was happening. Not that she felt pity for Wanjun, but she wanted to be taken from her stake at once! Now, that her passion had died down, her knees ached and she felt a growing urge to pee.
When the stake was ready, Mei herself wrapped the top with a silk scarf soaked in the lube. Zenobia watched with disbelief as Wanjun mounted the stake and allowed the stake to slide inside her. If it hurt her sense of modesty to be treated like that in the relative public of the little court, her face didn`t show it and she didn`t utter the slightest sound as the guard tied her exactly the same way as Zenobia. Then, Mei called for Diane who approached reluctantly. Her face showed a mixture of disgust, pity and fear as she looked at Zenobia.
„Diane, dear, I have use for what you call your knickers. You may guess for what purpose, I presume!“
Mei giggled and Diane blushed all over. What did Mei expect her to do? She wanted to go to a place where she could remove her knickers, but Mei told her to stay. Diane gulped. She was wearing only a knee-length tunic and so, she revealed quite a lot of her legs as she obeyed the order. With some difficulties, she managed to keep her pubic area covered whilst she peeled down the silk garment. She handed it to Mei who started to stuff them into Wanjun`s mouth. The maid parted her lips and accepted the packing, but her eyes bulged and she could not help emitting small retching sounds. When the fabric was wedged between her teeth, Mei found out that Wanjun`s small mouth was as full as it could be. There was no chance of getting any additional packing in. Shrugging, Mei completed the gag with a long silk bandage and a strip of wet leather. Then, she stepped between the two tied and gagged girls and said:
„Since I am a nice mistress, I will give you a chance to minimize the time you have to spend like that. As Zenobia has proved, your bondage allows you to move enough to have some fun. So, here`s the deal: the first to climax three times will be released. The other one will stay like this until tomorrow. Now, it`s Zenobia one, Wanjun zero. Have fun!“
Zenobia didn`t believe her ears. Did this mean lady really want her to do that whilst she, Diane and whoever came to the court was watching? She watched with disbelief as Mei sat on a bench in the shadow of a tree whilst Diane took the opportunity to disappear inside the house.
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„Oh, thank you for nothing, Blondie, just leave me alone“, Zenobia thought, though it would not have done her any better if Diane had stayed. Then, she looked at her tied up companion. Wanjun`s moves told her that the Chinese was trying to win the embarrassing contest in earnest.
***
Charlotte had always tried to find a real adventure, but now, her dream had turned out to be a nightmare. She would end up on a stake, burnt by some barbarians who had kidnapped her.
Little Fox, again only accompanied by his best friend, had loaded her on his horse and they had ridden for about half an hour till they were on a hill with an upright stake on it`s top.
Actually, it was a remnant of a ceremonial tent, but to Charlotte, it looked like a stake used for witches in medieval times. She screamed into her gag as she saw rthe two men stack some brushwood around the stake before they freed her from the ropes and the sleeping bag. Despite her frantic wriggling and flailing, they stripped her to her camisole and knickers and tied her arms behind the stake. Then, they wrapped her entire body with more rope.
Had Charlotte not been filled with panic, she would have noticed that both men were acting like they were on a stage. They yelled to each other and made great gestures. They hadn`t gone insane, but they wanted anyone around to see what they were doing. Little Fox had come to a conclusion: if the two Indians, who sure had been able to free themselves by now, had returned to Tengyue, there wasn`t much they could do about it. But if they had decided to follow their tracks to rescue the two Whites, they would be somewhere around. Since the Black Fox was one of the Sultan`s men, he had had no reason to keep his camp hidden and he and his friend had not tried to hide their tracks when they had kidnapped Andrea and Charlotte. So, he had decided to prepare a show for the two girls: a faked burning of the redhead. If they would try to rescue her, he would have no difficulties in getting them into his clutches.
Of course, this arrangement was not necessary, but Little Fox liked to play games, unlike his father who preferred to act in a clandestine way.
He approached the squirming and moaning Charlotte and with a wolfish smile, he ripped the hem of her camisole, revealing her left breast. The redhead was so filled with panic that she didn`t even realize that humiliation.
His friend had meanwhile lit a torch and had placed it some two yards from the stake.
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„Still no sign of the girls! Maybe, we should pretend doing some ritual dances, just to kill some time“, Little Fox laughed. Then, he saw that his friend showed a concerned expression.
„What is it?“, he asked and went over to him. Some 500 yards away, he could now see a dust cloud caused by some horses – at least a dozen of them. Like most nomads, Little Fox had sharp eyes and could see that the men were heading towards them and that they were wearing blue uniforms.
„Soldiers. But neither the Sultan`s nor from the Empire. They look European. British, maybe?“, his friend presumed whilst he checked his rifle. Little Fox shook his head.
„They look like the French my father has told us about. Maybe, they are only on a patrol mission. But I am quite sure they have seen us and that they want to disturb our little game here.“
„So, what do you want to do?“
Little Fox hesitated. He was no coward, but he and his friend were only two men and armed with one shot rifles whilst the approaching soldiers sure had modern carbines. They would be able to kill some three or four, but their death would bring them no honour. It was more important to inform the Black Fox about the foreign soldiers so close to his camp. As if to help him with his decisions, one of the soldiers fired a shot. The bullet didn`t even reach their position, but, after one last look on the tied up Charlotte, he nodded towards his companion.
Quickly, they jumped into their saddles and disappeared, riding in a zigzag to avoid the few shots that were fired after them.
About a minute later, Lieutenant Clusiot and his men had reached the stake. They dismounted and looked at the tied up and gagged girl dressed only in her underwear. Some of the men were disgusted, since the place really looked as if the two Chinese had just tried to burn the woman alive. Others stared at the bare breast of the pretty Charlotte who was mmphing to accelerate the men`s moves to set her free.
When she was freed from the ropes and the gag and wrapped in a blanket, Charlotte leaned against Clusiot`s chest and sobbed. When he was just about to ask her what had happened, one of his men called him and pointed at two approaching riders.
„Help! Help!“
Clusiot had for one moment thought that the two persons were male, but instead, it were two women wearing men`s clothes. They looked Indian and the fact that they spoke English seemed to prove this suspicion.
„Amila! Ela!“, the redhead suddenly cried and made a few steps towards the approaching girls. The blanket slid from her shoulders, but she didn`t care. When they had reached the group, the two Indians dismounted their horses and the three girls embraced each other. Then, they turned towards Clusiot. Charlotte, who knew French, spoke to him:
„Officer, thank you for saving us! We were attacked last night! Oh my god, it was so terrible-“
Clusiot cleared his throat and offered the blanket to Charlotte. Now, the girl realized that she once again was only clad in her knickers and her ripped camisole and that her left breast still was visible to everyone. Blushing, she took the blanket and wrapped it around her body.
A while later, she had told the soldier what had happened to them and that they were actually on a rescue mission for Zenobia and that Andrea still was missing, a prisoner of the brigants who had assaulted them.
„Their camp is only a few miles from here. I am sure I can lead you and your men there. If you will free Andrea, we-“
With a raised hand, Clusiot interrupted her.
„Mademoiselle, I have only twelve men under my command. Even if I don`t leave any of them behind to protect you, and even if we attack by surprise – which is hardly possible, since the two men will sure warn the others - , it would be a suicide mission. Besides, it would not bring rescue to your friend.“
„But we have to do something! We can`t just sit here and talk, whilst these barbarians do god-knows-what to Andrea!“, Charlotte blurted. Clusiot padded her arm.
„Waiting here is the best thing we can do. After all, I am quite sure that the leader of the brigants will be quite curious abiout us and want`s to find out more about our being here.“
***