„Eh, what are you trying to do, dear?“
Zenobia let out a groan of anger and frustration. Her constant picking on her wrist bonds had brought her close to being able to slip one of her hands through the loops. But now, Inez had discovered what she was trying.
Zenobia whimpered when Inez tightened the ropes once again. Then, she went for some more rope and tied the Black`s thumbs together. The same, she did with her other fingers, making working on her bonds impossible. When Inez went from girl to girl, she did the same to each of them, telling them it was Zenobia`s fault she now had to take this precaution. Paloma just looked puzzled and had tears in her eyes, but the other Mexicans stared daggers at her. Only Arina, who had been working on her bonds, too, felt some pity and sympathy for Zenobia.
Since the other girls except for Paloma were tied differently, Inez`s precautions differed a bit. The fingers of Aurora`s left hand were tied to Marita`s right and vice versa. In the case of Isabella and Arina, she just fixed one girl`s thumbs to the other`s big toes, making it even more difficult for these two to find a position that did not force them to breathe in the other`s fragrance. Then, she returned to the first bed and sat behind Paloma.
„Why did you want to leave, Black Beauty? Don`t you like your bedfellow? I think she really is worth a look – or a touch.“
„Mmhhhmmmmmph! Uuhhmmmmm! Nnnnggg!“
Paloma bucked and pressed closer against Zenobia when Inez slid her hand inside her knickers and let her fingers wander over her buttocks. Playfully, she caressed and groped the young Mexican`s firm butt.
„Really, really pretty.“
„Uuuhhhmmmmmmmph! Mmhhmmmmmmm!“
Zenobia could see the girl`s eyes widen with fear and disgust and she desperately wriggled in her bonds. However, tied as she was the only escape was pressing her pubic mound closer to Zenobia`s and so, the Black felt as if Paloma was assaulting her, though her last year`s experiences made her react more cooly about being womanhandled.
„Mmhhhrrrrrrrrrmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmph!“
Too late, Paloma had recognized that Inez intended to get her hand between her legs. When she reacted and pressed her thighs together, Inez`s hand was trapped between them. She playfully moved her fingers, giving Paloma`s labia a little massage. The girl shuddered and mewed with disgust as the hand wandered further. Zenobia moaned, too, when she sensed the backs of Inez`s fingers, only separated from her own pubic area by the thin silk of her and Paloma`s knickers.
„Mmhhmmmmmm! Nnnnnggggggg! Mmmhhmmmmm!“
When Inez began to caress Paloma`s middle, it felt to Zenobia nearly as if it was done to herself. But when she tried to arch back her pelvis, the rope binding her waist to Paloma`s meant that she was pulling the girl – and Inez`s hand, of course – with her. So, Zenobia forced herself to lie still and to endure what was happening. At least, she only was a collateral damage, so to say, of what was done to Paloma.
„Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhhmmmmmm! Hhmmmmmmmmph!“
It seemed that the woman had found Paloma`s most sensitive spot now, for the girl bucked and shuddered and twisted her eyes. Then, after a short while, she seemed to relax a bit. The touch of Inez`s knuckles told Zenobia that he fingers had found a way inside Paloma and were now caressing areas the young maid hardly knew about. Zenobia could see that Paloma now was panting less panic-filled and her wriggling had become a bit less vigorous, too.
„Poor thing, I know exactly how you feel.“
Perhaps, that was not exactly true, since Zenobia liked being touched by women – at least by Andrea. But she also had experienced being touched by others there – against her will, but sometimes to her pleasure, too. It was as Madame Yini, one of her captors, once had said:
„Once you have found the key, you can enter whenever you want.“
„Oooouuuhhhhmmmm! Mmhhhmmmmmmmm! Uuuhhhmmmmmmm!“
Well, it seemed that Inez now had at least found the keyhole. Paloma had closed her eyes and Zenobia now felt the other`s hardened nipples touch her own breasts, teasing them a bit. She moved her hips rhythmically, forcing Zenobia to join in her movements. Also, the Black now sensed that Paloma had become really wet and her juices were soaking the fronts of both her knickers. This was a more than irritating experience and Zenobia tried to get away a bit, but suddenly, when she was sure Paloma was about to reach the peak of extasy, Inez withdrew her hand.
„Mmmhmmmm?“
Questioningly, the young girl moaned and continued to move her hips. Then, she opened her eyes and looke up at Inez who was smiling diabolically.
„My dear, I nearly forgot that I am the warden and you are the captive. If you want to go till the end, you have to persuade your friend to help you with that.“
Ignoring Paloma`s moans of protest, she peeled down both the girl`s and Zenobia`s knickers to their knees. Zenobia shuddered when the other`s pubic hair was brushing over her own pubic mound. Giggling. Inez tied a rope to both girls`s waist rope, right above Zenobia`s cleft between her buttocks. This rope, she threaded between both women`s legs, pulled until there was no slack and both`s pubic mounds were like glued together and tied the other end off to the waist rope, just above Paloma`s butt. Now, the Mexican looked up to her with a mixture of fear, desperation and desire. Suddenly, Inez`s heart seemed to melt.
„All right, but don`t tell the others“, she whispered.
She cuddled behind Paloma. This time, she slung one arm around the girl`s upper body and caressed her big boobs. When she did so, Zenobia felt the back of her hands teasing her own breasts and involuntarily, her nipples hardened, too. Then, she felt Inez`s other hand push into Paloma`s knickers once again, this time, she came from the front.
„Oouuuhhmmm! Mmmhhmmmm!“
With their pubic mounds pressed together, every move of Inez`s fingers was clearly noticed by Zenobia, too. When she quickly had brought Paloma to the point of arousal once more, she felt a common, but unwelcome tingle in her womb. However, after a while Inez once again stopped teasing Paloma and withdrew her hand.
„Now, you should really be in a state where you don`t mind any longer if she is willing to accompany you or not. However, let me help you just a little bit more.“
Both girls mewed when Inez took a strange looking thing she had brought from the cart before. To Zenobia, it looked like a wooden pear with a handle, but when it rustled, Paloma recognized it as a Maraca.
„Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhhmmmmmmm!“
„Nnnnngggg! Mmhhhhrrrrrrr! Mmmhhhmmmph!“
Both Paloma and Zenobia were shocked when Inez shoved the Maraca between them. It was not an easy task, since their middles were so close together, but the fact that they were wet with sweat – and, in Paloma`s case, not only from that – helped. Finally, the wooden ball rested between their pussies and added to the pressure on their clits and labia.
For Zenobia, the Maraca was just inconvenient. It was only some two inches in diameter and it had a smooth surface and so, it could not hurt them. However, for Paloma, this device pressing against her aroused sex, had consequences. She shifted her hips and mewed and the specific fragrance of her arousal tingled Zenobia`s nose. At the same time, she looked at her, blushing like a beetroot and trying to excuse to Zenobia for letting herself go that way.
Zenobia made a decision. Her compass for what was modest and what was not had changed during the last months and besides, she felt responsible for the poor maid. If she had not been the target of Xenia`s evil plans, Paloma would never had come to the idea of joining them on their dangerous trip. Now, all she could do was giving the girl a bit of relief. She would feel horrible and humiliated anyway, but Zenobia knew from experience that an orgasm eased that pressure a bit. At least, she would be tired and perhaps be able to sleep for a few hours, escaping the horror for the moment.
Of course, she felt bad about somehow betraying Andrea, but her lover was gone now and bound and gagged as she was, there was little she could do to find and rescue her.
With a sigh, Zenobia gave Paloma what she thought was an assuring and understanding look. Then, she opened her knees and allowed Paloma to get a bit closer to her. Soon, she could feel, hear and see that Paloma had understood the invitation.
In the adjacent bed, Aurora and Marita closed their eyes from what was going on beside them, but they could not close their ears and soon, they also smelled what Zenobia and Paloma were doing. Both Aurora and Marita were quite open minded, but they also were catholic girls and what the young maid and the Black were doing sure was a sin, though it sounded as if they were closer to heaven than to hell. But for them, having to lie face to face – and belly to belly and, the worst of all, naked breasts to naked breasts – was more than enough of woman-to-woman-encounter any of them needed.
Isabella had closed her eyes to the outer world and tried to ignore what was happening around. She had turned her head to her side and had forced herself to lie absolutely motionless. Arina, lying atop of her, had done the same, trying to bed her head into the other`s lap without touching her too much. But Arina was far from feeling relaxed. She had wanted to have a change in life, but now, all she had gotten was to be bound, gagged and nearly naked in the clutches of some villains once more. After all, it was a predicament she had already experienced. But now, as she heard the sighs and mews from Zenobia`s and Paloma`s bed, another feeling began to grow within her: jealousy.
Not jealousy for someone in particular, of course, since none of the other girls had done her any harm. But now, she remembered when she had freed Zenobia and Andrea who had been tied together naked and gagged in Dead Tree Valley last year. There, it had seemed that they had the two women had been more than just friends. She had shooed away that thought and little after, they had been overpowered by the Indian who had taken them with them until he had left her to the rescuing posse. In the following months, her thoughts about Zenobia and Andrea had faded, but now, it all was present. And together with it, came an unpleasant, but obstinate thought:
„They are enjoying the pleasures of flesh, but what about me?“
Arina still had not been together with a man. Of course, some had tried to go out with her, but before her last year`s abduction, she had just been too shy and modest to let any boy do more than just kiss her. And after her rescue, she feared that whoever asked her had just heard about the rumours about that she had lost her virginity to the Apache and now considered her an easy picking. So, Arina had stopped going out at all. Later, when she was together with the showgirls, she had enjoyed to just flirt a bit with the spectators and had never really missed having more. But now, being tied up and gagged, forced to breathe in the fragrance of another woman`s knickers and tied to her near naked body, two helpless captives who had almost been forced to do so were reminding her of the fact that there were more experiences in life to be made.
„Go to hell, you wanton bitches!“, she thought when a loud groan from either Zenobia or Paloma cut the silence.
***
At about midnight, Kilian had to admit that either he had underestimated Elisabeth or that he was a lousy tracker. Maybe, it was both. It had become dark and he had not found the escaped girl yet. So, he decided to take a rest at a tree and to continue his search the next day. After all, Elisabeth could not be that far.
Indeed, he had not been that bad as a tracker and Elisabeth was closer than he thought. Much closer. She was sitting in the crown of the very tree Kilian now was leaning against. He was totally unaware that she was only some three yards away from him.
However, this did little to consloe the exhausted girl. She had been running for hours now and her bare feet hurt and her soles were sore. She had no idea where she was and she was not sure if she could walk much longer. She still only had her knickers and the shoulder cloth to protect her from the night`s cold and besides, she wsas hungry and thirsty.
She looked at the man sleeping so close to her. His rifle was leaning just beside him. If she could get it before he was awake, she could kill him, or at least force him to lead her back to civilisation. But she just did not dare to climb down the tree. If he saw her, or if she missed him, or if she failed to release the safety catch-. Not daring to make a sound, she tried to hide deeper behind the branches. Now, she was quite well hidden from view, but as soon as the sun had risen, Kilian sure would see her once he looked up.
***
Though both Heinrich and Pedro considered Kilian to be a bit psychotic in his behaviour towards women, they had to admit that having some fun by humiliating their captives was quite intriguing. They now enjoyed a luxury they never had had when being together with girls so far: time.
Like most soldiers, Pedro and Heinrich had sometimes visited brothels, but these had been a short fun. But now, these girls could not send them away or demand more money if they wanted to stay. They just had to do what they said. So, even if they had promised not to go too far, they just wanted to be those in charge and to show these two what embarrassment meant.
So, when they had left the cellar, one of them had always been waiting at the cellar`s door which had not been fully closed, allowing them to listen what was going on inside.
„What is going on?“, Heinrich whispered when he came back from his post. During the night, there would sure be no attack from outside. If Heidi or Mitzi had told anyone where they had been going, there would have been a glimpse of a rescue force before and if they had not told their secret, the only other persons to know where they were was Captain Preud`homme – and Kilian and Elisabeth, of course. He wondered what took his comrade so long, but now, he was more curious about why Pedro grinned like a Cheshire cat.
„They seem to enjoy being together, it seems.“
Heinrich listened and indeed, the sighs and moans sounded as if the girls were together with a man, not bound and gagged and fixed to torture devices.
„If they don`t suffer from being tortured, we must have done something wrong. Let`s have a look!“
Taking their oil lamps with them, Heinrich and Pedro entered the cellar and stepped down the stairs. Before they could see something, a specific odour reached their noses, making them smile wolfishly.
„My, my, Ladies, this is not a girls school`s dormitory!“, Heinrich shouted and helped Pedro to light the candles.
„Uuuhhmmm! Mph!“
„Mmhhhhrrrrmmm!“
Both Mitzi and Heidi stared at them, their faces reddened and their hair dishevelled. Both`s naked bodies were covered with sweat and when he approached Heidi, Pedro could also see a wet glistering between her legs.
The maid blinked and panted and tried to avoid his view, but Pedro could tell what had happened. She had tried to get some fun from the rope between her legs and had been close to success when they had entered. Mitzi, on the other hand seemed almost relieved that the constant pulls on her crotch rope had stopped.
Both Heinrich and Pedro did not comment that with a single word. Ostendatively friendly, they freed Heidi from the Spanish Horse, ungagged the girl and even allowed her some minutes of privacy in the toilet if she promised not scream. When she was back, she could see that Heinrich had opened the Iron Maiden that stood threateningly in a corner.
Heidi had heard about these terrible devices. According to horror stories, they had long spikes inside that would pierce the person inside to death. So, she was more than surprised to find out that this one looked more like an upright sarkophagus and had no spikes at all.
However, it had several leather belts in it and Heinrich was just testing their stability by pulling on them. Then, they regagged Heidi with Mitzi`s knickers and tied the strip of cloth between her lips, but did not tie another leather strap over it. Instead, they told her to step inside the Iron Maiden.
Reluctantly, Heidi obeyed. To her relief, there were no spikes attached to the door either, but it looked quite a tiny prison and it would allow only to stand. But sure that was better than having to sit on the Spanish Horse any longer.
Once her back was leaning to the cold steel of the Iron Maiden`s backside, the men used the belts to restrain her. There was a belt at every three inches, allowing them to pin her to the other wall by closing these belts and buckling them tight. When they were ready, no less than 15 leather straps went horizontally over her body. The first one went over her forehead and forced her to keep her head still. The next one went between her lips, increasing the pressure on her gag whilst a third went over her neck. Luckily, they had taken care not to pull this strap too tight and Heidi still could breathe.
Number four pressed her shoulders against the wall whilst the next two had been crossed between her breasts before they had been tightened. So, Heidi`s boobs were not mashed by the unyielding leather. Two more went over her belly and one over her hips. These belts also kept her hands to her sides, since in the tiny prison, she could not get one of her arms to the front, let alone reach one of the buckles.
Six more belts secured her legs, starting at the tops of her thighs. The fifteenth strap went over her ankles. Now, Heidi could only move her toes or wriggle her fingers a bit. However, her tormentors weren`t finished.
Pedro took the handle of the whip he had destroyed to make her previous crotch rope from it. It looked like such a handle looked like – a smooth stick about one foot in length with an eyelet on one end. To this eyelet, he tied two short pieces of twine. Then, he gently pushed the other end agaist Heidi`s still slightly wet pussy.
„Mph!“
With her head tied, Heidi could not look down, but she mmphed indignantly as she felt something touch her private parts. Then, her eyes widened and her protests became more vocally. Pedro did not shove the stick inside her – he wasn`t a sadistic brute. But he shoved it between her legs and since her legs were leashed tightly together and one of the straps was just at her crotch, this meant that the smooth wood now was resting directly between her legs and pressed slightly against her labia.
„Uuuhhmmmm!“
She weakly protested when she felt the stick move slightly. Then, Pedro tied the two pieces of twine to her thumbs.
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„Just to pass the time“, he laughed before he closed the lid, leaving Heidi in complete darkness once more.
Now, the two men turned their attention towards Mitzi who had watched them stowing Heidi into that terrible Iron Maiden with growing panic. She tried to break free when they released her from the torture rack and so, they just left her tied and gagged as she was. To punish her for her misbehaviour, they just took the now loose crotch rope and tied it to the ceiling hook, making it just tight enough that the girl could not ignore it. Then, the two men left for the night and, after a last look for any approaching enemy, fell asleep.
***
Since Cheng had left them quite abrupt, he had not tied Xenia and her maids as stringently as Andrea. So, after some futile efforts, Xenia had been able to raise from the floor and the three women had been able to pick on each other`s wrist bonds. After a while, Veronica could slip her hand from the loops of rope and fro then on, it was just a matter of minutes until they all were free from their bonds and gags.
However, it turned out that Cheng had not only cut their shirts, but also their trousers, leaving only their boots intact. And whilst Xenia at least still had her full slip, her maids had to stay topless. But then, Annabelle pointed at Andrea who still was lying on the bed, bound, gagged and hooded.
On the floor, Veronica found the keys of Andrea`s handcuffs. But before freeing the woman, she questioningly looked at Xenia:
„What about her, Mistress?“
Xenia frowned. She knew that they had to get away, but on the other hand, this was Zenobia`s closest friend. Maybe, it would be good to have a hostage. She loosened the scarf covering Andrea`s head, only discovering that she was massively gagged underneath. A broad cloth was tied over her mouth and nose and to her surprise, another strip of cloth was slung around her head and tied under her chin, preventing her jaw from moving down. This cloth was secured by a leather belt and Xenia was sure that beneath the scarf covering Andrea`s mouth and nose were more cloths keeping her silent. She blinked at Xenia and made a small sound.
„Well, I think Zenobia has told you about me: I am Xenia LaFayette, her Mistress. Or, to be precisely, her former Mistress – and her future Mistress, as I will take her with me to Cuba, once I have her back!“
„Uuhhmmmph!“
„Yes, I still intend to get her back. I don`t know where she is now, but you will be glad that we will take you with us, so, you will see her at least for one last time. But first-“
She told her maids to loosen Andrea`s wrists and elbows from the cuffs and to raise her arms. Then, she grabbed the hem of Andrea`s red camisole and pulled it over the squirming and mewing woman`s head. When she was topless, the maids tied her arms again behind her back. Xenia took the silk garment and tossed it to Annabelle. The maid put on the camisole and Veronica took the scarf that had hooded Andrea and tied that over her breasts.
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When they had tied a leash around her neck, they released Andrea`s ankles and forced her to follow them downstairs. To their frustration, they could find their revolvers, but no more clothes and so, they had to leave still scantily clad.
But once outside, they found that their luck had come back. Obviously, Lien had left their horses or she had let them go and they had found their way back to where they had left them.
Unfortunately, the best of the horses, Xenia`s, of course, was missing, and so were their bags, but now, they could get faster to some place where they could recover. The only problem was that now, they were shy of one horse.
„If you will have to walk, we will be too slow. But that reminds me of something I once have seen in an illustrated paper. It`s something the Indians do, but sometimes, one can even learn from the uncivilized.“
Andrea frowned and mmphed through her gag as Xenia told Annabelle and Veronica to get the table from the house. But soon, Xenia`s idea of transporting her revealed to her.
They turned the table on it`s top and tied two legs to the saddles of two of their horses. Then, Andrea had to sit on the table and they tied her ankles to the same legs.
When they had mounted the horses and started the ride, Andrea had to find out that this way of transporting a person was far from convenient. She bounced from side to side and whenever the table was polled over a rock, her head bumped against the wood. In addition, this position was straining her legs and she was glad that she at least did not get sick from being shaken around, since this would have meant choking on the two large scarves stuffing her mouth. Luckily, Xenia decided to stay on the road and so, the table was at least not in danger to turn over, which would have injured her severely.
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***
At about five o`clock in the morning, Kilian awoke. He was quite surprised that he had slept for more than seven hours and that it had already become day, although it still was quite dim. He took a deep sip from his canteen when he suddenly heard a sound from above. Quickly, he grabbed his rifle and looked up. Then, he smiled.
„Lizzie, my dear. If I had known you were here, we could have been at the monastery and sleep in a bed – or rather on a torture rack, in your case.“
Elisabeth cursed silently. All the night, she had not dared to fall asleep, afraid that she would fall off. She had not dared to climb down and to run away either and so, she had waited, trembling in the cold air and more and more oppressing her growing urge to pee.
„Now, please come down and we will get back. don`t make me fetch you. The result would be the same, but you would perhaps not like what I could do before we reach the monastery – or once we are there.“
Elisabeth had tears in her eyes, but she saw no other chance than to obey the man. Slowly, she climbed down the trunk, although thast meant that her shoulder cloth fell off. When she wanted to pick it up again, Kilian ordered.
„No, leave it. Instead, take off your knickers, too.“
Elisabeth did not move an inch and stood with her arms crossed in front of her breasts. This man had already seen her completely naked, but the last 36 hours in the clutches of this Kilian and his henchmen had not diminuished her sense of modesty.
„Just do as I told you, or you will regret. that`s a promise!“
„Perhaps, you should better only make promises you are able to keep“, a female voice said from behind.
Kilian was a soldier and this was not the first time he was attacked from behind. He threw himself behind the tree and fired into the direction from where the voice had come. However, when he looked up, he saw that he had only hit a hat on a stake. Some yards away, a small woman stepped out from behind a rock now.
Kilian cursed. His rifle only could shoot once and now, he only had his revolver and the woman was just out of reach. He decided to change his statagem:
„If you come closer, I will shoot that blonde pearl!“, he shouted.
Elisabeth, who had been more than surprised by the turn of events, had not moved at all. Still, she was standing some five yards away from him. Even if the woman attacked with her rifle, he could easily kill Elisabeth before.
Kilian looked closer and was surprised to see that the woman obviously was a Chinese. What on earth did she do here?
BANG!
Without warning, she had fired. Before Kilian could fire at Elisabeth, he ducked instinctively, but the shot had not been aimed at him. Lien had fired at a branch directly over him. It cracked and fell down on him, distracting him for a few seconds.
„Run!“, Lien shouted and began firing at Kilian`s cover. She had a Spencer rifle, meaning she could fire seven bullets in a row. In the corner of her eye, she could see that the blonde now finally was running in her direction.
„Quick!“, she yelled when Elisabeth, still with her arms defensively crossed over her boobs, reached her. Lien grabbed her arm and pulled her with her to the horse. The two girls jumpet into the saddle and Lien told Elisabeth to sling her arms around her before they quickly rode away.
When Kilian had reached the point from where they had started, they were already some 100 yards away, out of reach for his revolver. And till he had loaded his rifle again, the two girls would be out of reach anyway. Cursing, he kicked a pebble in a corner. Now, they were in severe problems. If Elisabeth would reach some point where the rule of the Emperor still was stable, he, Heinrich and Pedro would be outlaws on the run. But now, he had to warn his comrades before they could decide what to do next.
***