Preface:
This story starts immediately after where we have left our heroines in „A Claim to the Throne“, since that ended with some kind of a cliffhanger.
I am proud to announce that KittenMadalina, real life bondage model and a very charming person, agreed to appear in a guest role. If you like what you see, don`t forget to also visit her site and leave some nice comments, she really earns it!
With friendly permission from KittenMadalina
Also, since Madalina has sent me some pictures, you might not only find Hugues`s drawings in this story, but also some photos of the lovely Madalina.
Chapter one
The Sultan rose from his throne when Abdul, his henchmen, approached him, pulling an obviously unwilling person with him. According to her red skirt, she was a woman, but she had a black cloak draped over her upper body and the hood covered her face.
„Now, what have you brought to me this time, Abdul?“
„Some girl from France who, let`s say, made a walk that turned out to a three day`s trip to your palace!“
The Sultan now approached the girl and Abdul removed the hood. A blonde girl, some four inches taller than the Sultan, was staring daggers at him. She was gagged with a white cloth tied over her mouth and when Abdul removed the cloak, it could be seen that her hands were tied in front of her. The Sultan grabbed her chin and the girl stamped on his foot. When he did a dance, hopping on one foot and shaking his fist against the bound girl, laughter could be heard.
„Shall I feed her to the crocodiles, sublime?“, Abdul asked.
„No! Put her into the harem for rainy days! She will have time to think about what she did since we only have rain every five years!“
Again, this was commented by laughter. Now, the woman stepped closer to the Sultan and started to make strange sounds through her gag.
„Mhllmmbhh! Gllmmbbb! Hhmmm!“
„What?“, the Sultan asked, ripping the cloth from her mouth. Between her lips, she had been gagged with a bright red ball she now spat directly at the Sultan`s nose, causing the audience to laugh once more. Then, she said:
„Sublime, how dare you saying I am only good for your harem for rainy days? I will prove you that I am worth much, much more!“
Demanding, she held her bound wrists to Abdul who, after the Sultan had nodded approvingly, loosened her ties. Now, the woman stepped closer to the edge of the stage and whilst the Sultan sat back in his throne, some fast, oriental music began to play.
The blonde began to move to the rhythm and unbuttoned her costume jacket. She threw it away, then, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it. When she did some Can Can moves, the audience applauded and hooted.
Smiling, the girl now removed the skirt with a tug, leaving her in a camisole, a corset and a white underskirt. She now continued to dance, working on the corset`s buttons. When it fell, she opened the bands of her underskirt and it slid to the ground, revealing her long, shapely legs in gartered stockings and a pair of frilly knickers. When she began to raise her camisole, the Sultan sprang from his seat and applauded:
„Great, excellent, bravissimo! Abdul, take her to my harem for days that end on -day!“
The curtain fell and for minutes, clasping, laughing and even some whistling could be heard. Three times, Abdul, the Sultan and the girl, still dressed in lingerie, had to get out and bow to the audience.
When the scene was prepared for the next play, Martin, the impressario, ran to the girl and hugged her enthusiastically.
„That was great, Dorothea! I never would have thought that you have such a comical talent!“
First, Dorothea was pleased about the compliment, but then, she saw that the others were laughing, too and Emanuelle, another actress, giggled:
„Your dance was the funniest I have seen for years! Really, you completely ignored the melody and the rhythm! If you had tried so on purpose, it would have been half as good!“
She hugged Dorothea who now seemed less pleased and instead tried to look angry at her new friends. She knew that she lacked musical talent and was a lousy dancer, but that was no reason to tell her that! However, she still was too grateful to be really angry.
Later, she had reconstructed that she had been inside the sarcophagus for some 50 hours, naked, bound and gagged. For quite the majority of that time, however, she had been in a state of dozy state or completely blacked out. Her half-involuntary orgasms, caused the knotty rope tied between her legs, the constant swaying of the coffin – and her own movements to increase the teasing – had cost a prize and so, she had fainted. Not knowing where she was or how much time had passed, she had given up crying or fighting her bonds at about the time the ship had reached Calais. So, nobody noticed her when the sarcophagus was loaded at a goods train heading for Paris. There, the rattling of the wagon put Dorothea again into a mixture of sleep and unconsciousness. She now was too groggy to react to her crotch rope. Instead, only a desperate urge to pee, despite her being totally dehydrated, had kept her awake, but when the train had reached Paris, she had completely passed out.
So, she hadn`t noticed that she had been brought to the „Horrotique“, a small theatre that, as the name implied, served a mixture of horror and erotic and tried to be a concurrent to the much more famous „Grand Guignol“.
When the box was brought to the stage, Martin gave some money to the four carriers and said to Oscar, a tall man with a dark complexion who usually played rolls like that of Abdul. Stephane, already in his outfit as Ivan the Horrible, approached, too. This man of just five feet often played rulers in their plays.
„Who would have thought that it is so heavy? We will never be able to get this on or from the stage on time!“, Oscar complained.
„It cost us all our money and besides, we will need it for ,The Curse of the Pharao`s Daughter`! Let`s see if there is something in it!“
With the help of Oscar, Martin removed the heavy lid. Curious, the three men bent forward and looked at the girl lying inside. She was naked, but partially wrapped in bandages that also covered her entire head and only a very small heaving of her bust told them that she was still alive.
„Oh my God, what have you ordered?“, Oscar breathed.
The three had been no fools and so, they had called for Sandrine, Maeva and Emanuelle, the female cast members, and together, they had started to free Dorothea from her bonds and gags. Tactful, they had not mentioned towards the blonde later, when she had regained her consciousness, that once the crotch rope had been removed she had urinated at the stage and also the fact that the sarcophagus smelled so from sweat and female arousal that they had to put it to the yard for two days. Instead, since they could not pay for a doctor, they had brought her to Sandrine`s room where they had washed her with cold water and tried to instill her some tea.
Dorothea had opened her eyes for a while, breathed a „thank you“ and then, she had fallen asleep again from sheer exhaustion.
However, she recovered quickly. The next day, she was able to leave ther bed and, equipped with Emanuelle`s bathrobe, she had been able to talk to her rescuers. Soon, she had found out that they had absolutely nothing to do with her abduction and instead where totally surprised. Martin did not ask why Dorothea did not want to inform the police, but he could not help her to get back to London.
„Unfortunately, we have spent all our money on new requisits! We can offer you a place to sleep and enough to eat, but nothing more.“
So, Dorothea had decided to stay. After all, there was nothing she could have done to help Sally, even if she had had the money for a passage back to Britain. She did not dare to go to the English policer either and she had no idea whether Sally had been able to escape or, if not, where the hideout of the Russians was. It was terrible, but there was nothing but just to wait for things to come.
Feeling guilty about exploiting her new friends, she had asked if she could do something to earn her stay and Martin had immediately told her to participate in his plays. Dorothea had insisted that she had no acting experience, but he had told her that this would not matter. His intention was that Dorothea would attract more visitors. Whilst Emanuelle and Sandrine both were brunettes and Maeva, who had Tahitian ancestors – the reason why she was usually casted for all kinds of exotic characters - , had black hair, he would have appreciated a real blonde to play the innocent beauty. Besides, the visitors did not come for the quality of the plays, but for the ladies and Dorothea was quite a sight.
And indeed, the plays were far from being Shakespeare. The „Horrotique“ offered short single-acters with simple plots, usually something with monsters, serial killers or just damsels in distress. So, Dorothea agreed.
„As you all have seen, I am at least used to the subject of being in distress. And besides, you all have already seen what you get for the erotic scenes!“
Since Martin had to fear censorship, these scenes were not too explicit anyway. They contained lots of scenes with lingerie or implied nudity, but never did any actress have to show her boobs in public. After a few days, Dorothea had get used to her new job. Learning the roles wasn`t difficult and so, all she did was buying English newspapers on a regular basis, trying to find any hint of the kidnapping she and Sally had been involved in. There was nothing and so, she decided for herself that no news is good news.
***
Actually, Sally was also in Paris and tried her best to find a sign of her missing friend. However, when they had reached Calais, the only information they could get was that the sarcophagus had been sent to Paris, but the man at the station did not know the exact destination. The problem was that such a sarcophagus was neither an antiquity nor of real value and so, the customs office had not been interested.
Resignated, Sally and Wladimir had travelled to Paris. At least, here, they could live at the house of Wladimir`s parents. First, Sally had been concerned about how these old Russian aristocrats would react to the fact that their son brought home a middle class girl. She had expected Wladimir`s father to be an old man with huge sideburns, wearing a uniform with golden ornaments and constantly lamenting about the decline of the modern world. Instead, both his mother and father had been quite charming towards her and had turned out to be rather modern and rooted in the soil. Wladimir`s father was the director of a small printing house and he really seemed to work for his money. So, the feared first meeting had been almost relaxed.
Later, however, Wladimir had revealed to her that his father had to work really hard and that his family was facing bankrupcy. He frankly admitted that the main problem was that none of the family had ever learned to be economical. This had not been the least reason why Wladimir had participated in the conspiracy that included the kidnapping of Olga where he and Sally had accidentally met and, despite the fact that she had been bound and gagged twice by him and his accomplices, they had fallen in love to each other.
Since Wladimir had to help his father at the printing house, Sally began to explore Paris via Metro and to scour all the theatres and other places that might have ordered a sarcophagus. She still only knew a few set phrases in French and Paris had hundreds of theatres. So, she was always quite tired when she came back in the evening, only glad to hear that Wladimir still had not read anything about a dead body in a sarcophagus detected somewhere.
„We must meet sooner or later, Paris is not even as big as London!“, she said with a bitter humor and continued her search.
***
After some eight months, Mitsouko Yamakawa finally began to adjust to living in Europe. She had not left Japan on her own will, but some elements of the Japanese society had forced her to do so.
Japan was a sometimes crude mixture of tradition and modern times. Tradition had brought it with it that Mitsouko had been raised like the typical upper class girl, meaning that she attended an all girl high school and was kept away from the hardships of life. However, her father also was a man of the 20th century and he owned a big shipping company. He had expected his son to become his successor, but another phenomenon of today`s Japan was a growing tendency towards imperialism and militarism. His son had got addicted, so to say, and joined the Imperial Army.
So, Mitsouko`s father had decided that his daughter should help him. Of course, he did not want a woman to be his successor, but he wanted her as his help and maybe, her future husband could become the new director. Mitsouko had cried when her father had told her that she would have to attend a good western college and to get a degree. This would show the European partners that she was an educated woman and had to be treated with respect. Since most of the deals he had were with French companys, he had decided that Mitsouko had to go to the Sorbonne.
Mitsouko had been deeply frightened by the prospect of having to go to a foreign country, but her father had been unyielding. However, when he saw that his daughter really was trembling with fear – and since he was a very rich man, so, a kidnapping of his daughter really could happen - , he had decided to send two bodyguards with her.
And indeed, these two men accompanied Mitsouko everywhere. They followed her to her flat where they lived in the adjacent flat, they followed her to her lessons and went to shopping with her. Another girl would have felt like in a golden cage, but Mitsouko was the kind of person that would have kept the cage`s doors close from inside.
Since she was not very fluent in French, she had to attend language lessons. Of course, these were filled with students from all over the world. Her father had introduced her to stick with the best and the best student in her class had been Madalina Florescu, a woman from Romania. Timidly, Mitsouko had talked to Madalina after a lesson and soon, they had found out that they had more in common than being classmates.
Madalina had also went to France to study, despite the fact she had already a Ph. D. in literature from the university of Bukarest. But there, she had seen no perspective and so, she had decided to start somewhere else. However, although she was already 28 years old, Madalina was a shy and cautious person and she even felt uneasy when her professor lauded her for her good French. Madalina still had a charming accent, but her grammar was perfect.
The two women had begun to meet in private on a regular basis. Somehow, when the two bodyguards were around, Madalina felt protected, too. She didn`t know what exactly she was afraid of, but the thought of going out on her own frightened her and so, she hardly met anyone but Mitsouko.
At a warm April`s day, Mitsouko went for a visit to Madalina`s little flat. Some time ago, they had exchanged keys and so, Mitsouko, as usual accompanied by the two guards, entered the flat when nobody answered the bell.
As she had expected, Madalina had gone, a note on the table in the living room, written in a slightly scrawly handwriting, said:
„Forgot buying cake, will be back within an hour. Feel yourself at home, Madalina.“
Mitsouko smiled. The two friends were quite different according to their appearance. Not only was Madalina nine years older than the 19 years old Mitsouko, with her 5`8``, she overtopped the petite Japanese who was 5`2`` - average in Japan, but quite small in Europe. Madalina loved chokolade cake, a fact her buxom forms revealed a bit, though Madalina could not be called fat.
Mitsouko thanked her guards and sent them to the corridor. The girls wanted to have some privacy and the two men would see anyone who would approach the appartement and would not be Madalina. So, mitsouko felt secure in the empty flat.
Unbeknownst to her, the flat wasn`t as empty as expected. Madalina was much, much closer than she thought. In fact, she was only two yards away, in the big cupboard that filled an entire wall of the living room. She was fully aware of Mitsouko`s presence and would have preferred nothing more than to alert her friend and her bodyguards. However, her massive gag prevented her from doing so and in addition, a gun barrel was pressed to her temple.
About an hour earlier, there had been someone knocking at the door and a young man had asked her through the closed door if she would take a parcel for her absent neighbor. Madalina had opened the door a gap – and faced a gun pointing at her. Before she could utter a sound, the man had clamped her mouth shut and forced her against the wall. With him, another man entered the appartement and quickly closed the door behind him. He also held a gun.
„One sound and you will be dead.“
Madalina had moaned through the hand pressing against her lips, too terrified to start any reasonable attempt to escape. The men had directed her to the living room and forced her to kneel in front of the coffee table. Looking around, one of the man – an Arab or Berber as she now could see – had grabbed her scarf from the chair`s backrest and wedged it into a ball. He had approached her mouth and the other one withdrew his hand. Madalina had tried to scream, but she had only been able to utter a gurgle when the mass of cloth was stuffed into her mouth. It was a big scarf, but the man ruthlessly wedged it into her cheeks and throat.
„Don`t dare to spit it out!“
He took a roll of tape from his bag and began to tightly wrap it around her head and over her mouth some dozen times. Madalina couls only stare at the two men and mumble unintelligible grunts through her gag. She had no idea who these men were or what they wanted from her.
Now, the blonde handed her a piece of paper and a pen and ordered her to write a notice to Mitsouko. Madalina mewed with alarm. So, these men knew about her friend! Was this an abduction? What would they do with her, after she had seen them both and would be able to describe them to the police.
In her fear, she scrawled the notice in a way the men forced her to do it again. Then, they produced some coiled rope. Madalina moaned and tried to squirm, but they roughly tied her wrists behind her back, cinching the rope until her circulation nearly was cut off.
„Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmmmmm!“
She moaned with pain as she felt them tie another rope to her right elbow and sling it around her left. Then, they pulled.
„Mmhhhrrrrr! Nnnnnggggg! Mmmhhmmmmmm!“
Now, Madalina screamed into the scarf stuffing her mouth as the men brought her elbows together and tied the rope brutally tight around the joints. Not only did this hurt, it also was forcing her to arch back her shoulder blades. In addition, it made her thrust out her breasts and when she stopped moaning for a moment to breathe, a ripping sound told her that this was straining the seams of her white blouse.
Now, the men lowered her to the carpet and began to tie her legs. They removed her shoes and tied her ankles together, followed by her knees, above and below the joint. Then, she felt that her legs were bent and her ankles were tied to her wrists, so tight that her heels pressed against her butt. Madalina looked at the men with widened eyes and tried to communicate through her gag, but now, the men seemed to have lost interest. One of them looked out of the window whilst the other put her shoes away and rearranged the crumpled table cloth. Then, he sat on the couch and just watched the helpessly hogtied and gagged woman to his feet. Madalina moaned, but he showed no reaction except for a wolfish grin towards her.
Then, after long, agonizing minutes, the one looking outside nodded towards his accomplice.
„She`s coming! Let`s hide!“
So, they had dragged Madalina to the cupboard and forced her inside before entering it by themselves. One had grabbed Madalina`s maroon hair and pulled her in an upright position. Since she was hogtied, this meant that all her weight rested on her knees. It was a painful position, but when she had whimpered, the man had put the barrel against her head.
„One peep and I will blow your head off!“
The other one had grabbed her arm. His other hand suddenly was on her left breast, caressing and groping it.
„Mmhhmmph! Uuuhhmm!“
„I said, be quiet!“
the one with the gun yanked on her hair and pressed the gun barrel harder against her temple. Madalina swallowed another squeal and forced herself to remain silent, although the other one continued to grope her breasts with considerable greed. She had trembled with fear and embarrassment, but had not dared to utter a sound, even when Mitsouko and the two bodyguards – who both had guns with them, as she knew – had been so close that even a gasp would have told them about her presence inside the cupboard.
After a while, they could hear some sounds from the kitchen. Obviously, Mitsouko had decided to make some tea. Slowly and without a sound, the man who had fondled her opened the door. Then, he sneaked over. Now, Madalina could see her friend handling the teapot, but she had her back towards the approaching man. One scream could alert the bodyguards, but-
„Uuuhhmmmmmm!“
Once Mitsouko had put down the teapot, the man grabbed her from behind and slung his arm around her lower face, silencing her with his biceps.
„Mmhhrrrmmmmm!“
Now, Madalina could not help screaming when the other man jumped from the cupboard and she fell to her frontside. The thick carpet prevented her from getting hurt, but she had to watch helplessly as the two men brutally bound and gagged her petite friend. They bent her arms behind her back, bringing her forearms parallel together and tied her wrists to her opposite elbows. Then, she too was gagged with a balled up cloth and several round of tape. To, Madalina`s horror, they also bent her legs and tied them in a triangle, knee to ankle. This forced her pleated skirt to slide upwards, revealing her plain white panties and the seams of her white long stockings. Mitsouko squirmed and screamed through her gag and so, the men decided to secure her further.
One took a long rope and doubled it, forming a noose. This, he slung around Mitsouko`s waist and threaded the ends through the noose before tightening this rope belt until the Japanese gasped with pain. Then, he brought the ends through the triangle formed by her open legs and brought it upwards behind her back. When he had threaded it over her bound forearms, he pulled the slack out.
„MMMhhhhhhrrrrmmmmmm! Uuhhhhhhhmmmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm!“
Drawing by hugues66
Mitsouko moaned with pain when the ropes dug deep into her pantyclad crotch. Madalina mewed with fear and comnpassion.
„I hope they won`t do this to me“, she thought. She knew that this was selfish, but she just did not want to get touched, let alone hurt, by these men at her most intimate parts.
The man had turned Mitsouko on her belly and slung the ropes around her lower legs. Again, he pulled hard until Mitsouko had to lift her thighs from the floor. Only then did he tie the ends to her forearms, but before, he gave the ropes another brutal yank and hissed:
„If you continue struggling and moaning, I will tie this around your throat! You got me?“
Mitsouko mewed something, but she indeed stopped squirming. Now, she really was turned into a helpless bundle. Her arms were pulled down and pressed against her backa nd every move would tear on the ropes through her crotch. Also, her bound legs were bent back that her back was turned into a hideous bow. The girl panted through her nose and tried in vain to find a position that was a bit less straining.
„All right, Mitsouko. As you may have guessed already, this is an abduction. Once your father pays us a million Francs, you will be set free – unharmed, as long as you do as we say.“
„Mmhmmmph!“
„I know, I know, he`s living in Japan. But he has coworkers in France who will be pleased to help him. But let us take care of the payment modalities. You will just enjoy our hospitality for the time being.“
„Uuuhhhmmmm! Nnnnnnggg!“
„Oh, I think so! Jean, a hand, please!“
The two men grabbed the helpless Japanese and carried her over to the sleeping room. Madalina frantically began to squirm on the floor and tried to work on her bonds. If only she could get free before these men returned, she could run to the corridor and alert the bodyguards!
„Mmhhrrmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmph!“
She screamed through the mass of cloth in her mouth, half aware that the thugs might hear her, but at the same time trying to make herself heard outside the appartement.
It was to no avail. Her fingers had become numb from being tied so tightly and before she had been able to crawl to the door, she heard a voice, whispering, but threatening:
„What about her?“
The two men stepped closer. Madalina, lying on her side, panted heavily through her nose and looked at them with fearful eyes. Her struggles had cost her two buttons of her blouse, revealing her white lacy bra and the Arab looked at her, licking his lips.
„We won`t get a ransom for her, but she might be worth a sum!“
They dragged her to her sleeping room where she could see that the balcony door was open. Said balcony only had some squaremeter, but her flat was the only one that offered such a luxury. Well, if someone could call it luxury, since it opened to the backyard.
The blonde took another piece of rope and tied it around her knees. Since she was hogtied, he had to touch her quite much to get the rope around her knees. Then, they flipped her on her back and peseed her bent legs against her chest. This made the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists pull hard at her arms and strained her shoulders even more. It took the two men some effort, but finally, they could tie the rope`s ends at the back of her neck. Now, Madalina was forced into a ball position, her forehead pressed against her knees and her arms pulled straight by the agonizing hogtie.
„Mmmhrrrrr!“
The men had sat her up again and the Arab had reached for her breasts and kneaded them.
„You better start enjoying this, otherwise the rest of your life will be rather – terrible!“
Madalina groaned at these words. What did they have in mind? She had heard stories about white slavers, but always considered them to be inventions or exaggerations. But now, this sounde to be a terribly plausible explanation!
The men now lifted her up and sat her into her opened laundry basket. Though tied in a tiny ball, Madalina barely fit in and the men had to push her head down before they could close the lid and secure it with some cord. Then, she felt that the basked was caried some yards and then, she fell.
„Uuuhhhmmmmmmm!“
After a second, she landed on something soft and she realized that she had been thrown over the balcony`s railing. She tried to shift her position and screamed through her gag, but a few moments later, she heard an engine starting and then, her tiny prison began to move. Obviously, she was on the load area of some truck or van and it was driving at full speed, getting the bound and gagged girls to their horrific fate. Madalina screamed and screamed until she was hoarse, but nobody seemed to recognize what was happening in th middle of modern Paris and in broad daylight.
***