For several moment, Renard and Madalina just stared at each other. The girl, literally with her panties down, just sat like petrified and only began to move as the other men appeared and dragged her from the bathroom.
Renard grabbed the crumpled, damp scarf from the floor and held it to the mouth of Madalina who was kept upright by Jean and Mahmut who were holding her arms whilst Etienne had grabbed her scalp, forcing her to look at Renard.
„Open up! Since at least you hadn`t screamed, you will only be punished moderate. But any further disobedience will not only cost you, but also your friend! Did you understand?“
Though she was about to faint, Madalina nodded slightly, causing a thin, but terrifying smile upon Renard`s face.
„Good. Now, open wide.“
Held by three men and threatened by the forth, she saw no point in being defiant. She opened her mouth and slowly, but thoroughly, Renard began to work the sodden silk behind her teeth. She made small retching sounds as more and more of the cloth filled her cheeks and throat, but Etienne`s hand in her hair prevented her from moving her head.
Renard pushed the cloth energetically at the back of her throat and the wad had become slightly smaller from being soaked with saliva and so, it did not fill her mouth completely.
„We shall see to this later“, he muttered to himself.
When he pressed the muzzle gag against her chin and lips, Madalina twitched. It had been a reflex, not deliberate resistance, but it caused the strap to slip from Etienne`s fingers. Renard slowly shook his head and for a moment, Madalina was reminded of her professor in the French class: he always looked the same way if one of the students did the same grammar mistake again and again.
„It seems that your definition of obedience differs from ours. Etienne, one notch tighter.“
Before, her gag had been inconvenient, but as Etienne obeyed, she felt the buckle press against the back of her head and the straps forcing her jaw up now prevented the lightest movements and forced her to bite down hard on her gag. She let out a throaty groan. Then, she fearfully looked down as she felt someone touch her knees. To her horror, but also to her surprise, Renard had reached for the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them upwards. When her skirt crumpled up, he could see her thatch of pubic hair before the white underwear was back in place.
„Another thing to be taken care of.“
Madalina didn`t understand the meaning of this words, but now, she felt them loosening her ankles from the spreader bar and releasing her arms. Except for the gag, she now was free.
„Madalina, please get over to your friend`s bed and stay at the free ground in front of it.“
Staggering, Madalina obeyed. For a moment, she thought if she could reach the door, but Mahmut seemed to have anticipated such thoughts and was standing between her and that anyway faint hope of escape.
Watched by the other men, she waited whilst Renard disappeared in the room she had not seen yet. He spent several minutes inside before he came back, carrying a box that was filled with several items, atop of all – a grammophone!
Renard placed the grammophone beside the box and now, Madalina could see that he had also brought a bull whip he tossed over to Jean.
„Unfortunately, during your transport, my men ripped your blouse a bit. So, to prevent any further damage of your garments, we will allow you to undo them by yourself. And you will even be allowed to do it to the rhythm of the music!“
Madalina stared at him in disbelief as he turned on the grammophone and a Swing tune filled the room. Did he really expect her to-?
„You heard me – strip! If you refuse, Jean will assist you – from the distance!“
As on keyword, Jean let the whip flip through the air, causing a crack. Though he hadn`t even hit at her direction, Madalina yelped with fear and cringed. Then, she began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her back to Renard, only to find out that Mahmut and Etienne were leaning beside the head end of Mitsouko`s bed. the Japanese stared at her with a mixture of fear and pity.
„Come on, don`t you feel the rhythm? Dance for us, Madalina! And keep on turning around, we all want to enjoy the show!“
She heard another crack of the whip and this time, she felt a draft beside herself. With a squeal and blushing from embarrassment, Madalina began to rock her hips and made small dancing steps whilst she continued to take off her blouse. It was far from being a real dance, but obviously her captors`s focus was more on humiliation.
She crossed her arms in front of her when she had finally thrown her blouse to the demanding hand of Renard. Since the morning – that morning only some ten hours ago that seemed so far, far away now – had promised a warm day, she had not put on a camisole and was now only covered by her white lacy bra above the waist.
„Now, the skirt! But – just open the buttons, then move your body and shimmy it down your legs!“
„Uuuhhhmmmmm!“
Madalina shook her head no, but Jean only had to raise his hand holding the whip before she began to work on her skirt`s buttons with trembling fingers. To do this, she of course had to remove her hands from her breasts and she felt like naked as the men stared at her ample boobs. Renard made an encouraging gesture with his hand and she began to shake her body.
Since Madalina was a buxom girl, her hips were round and the skirt was rather tight and so, it took ages before even her garter belt had become visible. With a groan of frustration, she grabbed the waistband and yanked down her skirt. Then, she fearfully looked over to Renard. What would be her punishment for not doing exactly as he had said? However, he just laughed.
„Well, if you can`t wait standing in front of us undressed – please, keep going!“
With a moan of frustration, Madalina removed her garter belt, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Now, she was as exposed as Mitsouko.
„Who told you to stop?“
„Nnnnggg! Mmmhmmmph!“
Now, even Mitsouko protested through her gag. Jean raised the whip, but Renard told him to pause.
„I am sure that Madalina has just problems in undoing these small hooks with her trembling fingers. Mahmut, a hand, please.“
Madalina could see the Arab approach in the corner of her eye. Her first impulse was to get away, but every direction was blocked by one of her captors and though Renard had not allowed Jean to use the whip so far, she was not sure what he would do if she further resisted.
Blushing all over and with tears running down her cheeks, she endured the ordeal of getting her bra unhooked by Mahmut. Then, he slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled the bra down. Reflexively, Madalina crossed her arms in front of her bare breasts. She half waited for the order to put her arms to her sides, but instead, she felt Mahmut hook his fingers to the sides of her panties.
„Mmmhhmmmph! Nnnnggg!“
The Arab peeled down her white panties and Madalina quickly pressed one hand over her sex, trying to keep her big breasts covered with her other arm. When she was standing there in the nude, Renard applauded and his men joined.
„Now, at least we see what we get – or rather, our customers. But I think we have to hurry a bit, we are expecting another guest. Time to get you dressed up again?“
Madalina stared at him. She was just thinking of a way to get her panties back on without exposing her pubic area when Renard reached for the box.
„Oh, of course, we have new clothes for you. Something more – representative. I have chosen the color red, I think it matches your brown eyes and your lovely pale skin.“
He reached for something that looked like a small handkerchief with bands on it. When he approached Madalina and squatted in front of her, she held her breath. His head now almost touched the hand that covered her pubic mound. To her dismay, he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Then, just to further humiliate her, he took a deep breath through his nose.
Renard now gently grabbed her right ankle and made her step out of her panties, followed by the left. He threw the garment away after he had sniffed on it, smiling at her wolfishly. Madalina almost wished that she would faint as she saw Etienne pick up her panties and bury his nose in them, too.
Then, she again felt Renard`s hands on her ankles. Looking down, she saw that he had made her step into the small red cloth item. Madalina had never seen such a thing before. It consisted of a slightly transparent and lacy silk triangle to which some straps had been attached. Somehow, it looked like a very skimpy pair of panties, but without a back part.
Indeed, Renard slid the tiny garment up her legs. When the waistband pushed against her hand that shielded her crotch, he grabbed her wrist and tried to remove her hand. Madalina squealed with horror, but though he seemed to remain calm, she felt the man`s strength and he could easily remove her hand, exposing her thatch of pubic hair.
„This really will have to come off“, he said when he pulled the garment in place. Madalina mewed with uneasiness as the silk thong went between her buttocks. The silky triangle barely covered her pubic area. But at least, she was no longer stark naked.
Renard now tied an equally red garter belt around her waist and then, he held a pair of black fishnet stockings to her. As she hesitated, he looked at her, apparently slightly angry.
„Come on, we haven`t got all day.“
Reluctantly, Madalina took her arms from her boobs and hastily put on the stockings and attached them to the garter belt. Then, she again crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Renard had reached for another red garment. Madalina recognized it as a corset. At it`s top, it had small cups, but when he put it on her, she felt that these were not meant to cover her breasts, but to uplift them.
Renard worked on the laces, taking care that the corset just was not painful, but made breathing more difficult and squeezed her belly. Madalina was not fat, but buxom and when her tummy was compressed by the corset, this emphasized her big boobs and round hips even more.
„Good. Now, for your punishment!“
„Mmhhmmm?“
„Madalina, you wouldn`t have thought that your punishment consists only in a change of clothes. If that would be a punishment, fashion stores would all face bankruptcy!“
He laughed as Mahmut and Jean grabbed her arms, pulled her back on her bed and retied her wrists to the bedposts. Then, the spreader bar was once more tied to her ankles. Madalina desperately looked at her bare breasts, now on full display for everyone to see. But then, she got distracted by Renard who tied a rope around her waist and brought the knot to her back.
„Uuuhhmmmmph! Nnnnnnggggg!“
She squirmed and tried to flail as Renard worked the rope between her legs, but Jean had grabbed her spreader bar to keep her from too much movement. Renard threaded the end through her rope belt and brought it up to the ceiling where Madalina now could see a hook. He slung the rope over it and then, he pulled.
„Mmmhhhhhrrrrr!“
Madalina screamed through her gag as the rope rapidly tightened, pressed against her crotch and tried to find a way between her buttocks. But worse was still to come. Renard pulled until her hips were literaly lifted from the bed and her middle was hanging from the rope.
„Mmmhrrrrr! Mmhhmmmph! Uuuhhmmmm!“
That would be a bit more than moderate punishment! But since it`s your first day“, he said, slightly panting from the effort of pulling her upwards. He lowered her down and tied the rope`s end off to the middle of her spreader bar. Madalina twitched and squirmed and soon found out that it was tied in a way that she had the choice of either lifting her legs into the air a bit – or allowing the crotch rope to dug uncomfortably deep into her pubic mound. Not only was the position humiliating, but also very inconvenient.
„If you have get used to it, you may even find some fun from it.“
„Mmmhhmmmph!“
„Nnnggg!“, Mitsouko added from the other bed, staring at Madalina with eyes like saucers. Renard went over and once again padded her head.
„Oh, you will be given the chance to test this toy, too. But not yet, my impatient cherry blossom! After all, tomorrow`s another day!“
Laughing, the four men turned off the grammophone and left the room, leaving their frightened captives alone once again.
***
When Dorothea went to the Turkish bath in the evening, she wondered why it was only frequented by rather few customers. The owner waited for her, beside him a small table with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses and with an apologetic expression on his face.
„Mademoiselle, I am so sorry to tell you that the official opening had to be delighted because of technical problems. But, since you have come here, I could offer you to use the sauna on the men`s side – in a single cabin, of course. Also, to mitigate your inconvenience, I would like to offer you some Champagne and also a free entry ticket for you and your friends if the real opening is next week."
Dorothea had been looking forward for her sauna visit and so, she agreed. After they had had a glass of Champagne, she followed Renard through the corridor. To avoid the male customers, he led her through a side entrance and led her to a small wooden cabin.
„You may undress right here. The door to the main bath is locked and I will of course leave immediately, too. Just chose a temperature you like and enjoy your stay.“
He left and looking around, Dorothea thought that this seemed to be the sauna for the rich. There was a tray with fresh fruits and some iced water and besides, there even was a radio. So, she checked the two doors and quickly stripped to her panties. Then, as an additional precaution, she hung her skirt and blouse over the door handles to block the keyholes. Something in the owner`s eyes had told her that he might risk a look at her naked forms.
Now, Dorothea had some fruits and water, then, she switched on the radio, draped a towel over one of the benches and closed the door of the cabin. Had not the melody from the radio drowned it, she would perhaps have noticed that the door`s lock sounded a bit strange. This was because of the strong lock that normal sauna cabins hadn`t. But this one had been prepared by Renard and his men for occasions like that.
For a while, Dorothea just relaxed and enjoyed the heat. But then, she realized that the air had become too hot to be convenient. Yawning, she stood up and reached for the valve. To her surprise, it went loose and despite her attempts to fix it, the apparature seemed out of order.
„Damned“, Dorothea muttered. The air now was terrible hot. She was covered with sweat and breathing became difficult. She decided to tell the owner about the damage, hoping that he might give her another free entry. She wrapped herself in the towel and pulled the door handle. The door remained closed. Angrily, Dorothea tried it again and again with increasing vigor. Then, she knocked at the door and called for the owner.
„Where is this idiot? He sure must hear me!“
She suddenly staggered and the steam took her view. Now, an upcoming panic grew within the blonde. If she would not get out soon, she might choke. She hammered at the door and cried for help, but again, no one took notice of her plight. Dorothea sank to her knees.
„I-must-stay-awake!“, she thought.
However, the heat was too much. After some minutes, she collapsed on the floor. Another minute later, the door was opened and Jean quickly put on a hidden ventilation system. Mahmut had already checked the unconscious girl`s pulse and nodded. Then, he lifted the sweaty body over his shoulder and both men went downstairs whilst Etienne packed Dorothea`s belongings into a large sack.
***
During the last days, Sally`s life had followed a routine. Every morning, after breakfast with Wladimir and what she secretly called her parents-in-law, whilst Wladimir had to help his father, she went to town and started to ask around for the sarcophagus. At dusk, she returned home and she and Wladimir looked through the newspapers if there had been any report about a strange kidnapping – or, though none of them ever spoke it out loud, a dead body found.
So far, the only positive effect had been that Sally more and more learned some French, but this Monday, when she had been at a theatre during a rehearsal, suddenly a small man had talked to her. His English was as good as Sally`s French, but after a while, she had understood that his name was Stephane and that he usually worked at a small theatre named „Horrotique“ and that indeed said sarcophagus had been brought there. And, even better, Dorothea was living there and all well!. Sally enthusiastically had hugged Stephane and then, she had taken the next Metro to the „Horrotique“.
There, she had met two brunette women and one that looked as if she was from the Pacific. The latter, Maeva, had been to different countries before finally stranding at the „Horrotique“ and so, she spoke English quite well. Indeed, Dorothea was here, but she was at the moment at the nearby Turkish bath.
More than happy, Sally sacrificed all her remaining money and they prepared a little surprise party for when Dorothea would come back. All the time, the three women wanted to know from Sally why Dorothea had been abducted, but she only told them more or less the same excuses as Dorothea had. Sally thought that Emanuelle, Sandrine and Maeva were quite nice, but she did not want to tell them all her secrets at the first meeting.
After two hours, the girls began to wonder what took Dorothea so long.
„Perhaps, she has met someone at the Hamam and decided to go out without us“, Sandrine presumed.
„Well, there`s only one way to find out!“, Emanuelle said.
So, the four took a bottle of champagne and went for the Turkish bath. However, when they arrived, the bath had closed and only after some ringing of the bell, the owner opened. He told the girls that Dorothea had not been there. He offered them to call the police from his telephone, but Sally decided against it.
„So, those who have kidnapped her once, have come back for her again?“, Sandrine asked. Sally shook her head.
„I can`t tell you everything right now, but this would be rather unlikely!“
It had been Nymphadora and Fjodor who had been behind Dorothea`s involuntary trip to Paris and Fjodor was still in a hospital in London, recovering from when Nymphadora had shot him. The Russian girl had been left by Sally herself in an abandoned flat, naked bound and gagged. Via Wladimir`s friend who worked for a London newspaper, they had heard that she had indeed been found by the new tenants some 36 hours after Sally had left her. She was sure that Nymphadora would be obsessed by her wish for revenge, but first, she would need money and support.
„But where is she? Somehow, I just can`t believe that she has just disappeared!“
„And I refuse to accept that she disappeared just before I managed to find her! Besides, there was something at that Turkish bath that seemed suspicious to me! Call me paranoid, but I will take a look!“
Sally emptied her wine glass and left. The three others discussed if they should follow her, but they all would have felt ridiculous if Dorothea had returned from a spontaneous visit to the cinema one hour later and so, they decided to stay.
***
„Oh no, not again!“
Since Renard had given order to instill her some water and to wash her body immediately after they had carried her from the sauna, Dorothea had not been unconscious for very long. But when she had opened her eyes, she had soon realized that her wrists were cuffed to the upper posts of a bed and that her ankles were tied to a two feet spreader bar.
„Uuhhmmmm!“
When she tried to speak, she felt that her mouth was stuffed with cloth and a leather cup pressed her jaws close and prevented her from spitting out the packing. Straps around her head held the muzzle gag firmly in place.
„I have thought that this Hamam owner had something malicious in his eyes!“
Dorothea rose her upper body and could see that she was not alone. In the room, there were two rows of four beds each and on two of these, two more women were tied. One, a buxam, tallish girl with maroon hair, was looking at her and moaning through her gag. She was bound like Dorothea, but her outfit – or the lack of it – was remarkable. She wore a red corset that did not cover her big breasts, black stockings with a red garter belt and a pair of red panties that consisted only of a triangle, barely covering her pubic area, and some thin bands. The girl was sporting a crotch rope that was running over a hook in the ceiling and then was tied to the stick between her ankles.
At the adjacent bed, Dorothea could see a petite Japanese or Chinese girl, clad in plain white bra and panties. Beside her, she could see the Hamam owner who bent over her and was whispering something into her ear. Dorothea could not understand what the man had said, but the girl was blushing all over and closing her eyes. The man again whispered into her ear and then, the girl nodded, accompanied by a whimper.
To Dorothea`s surprise, he released the girl`s hands and feet and she stood up, pressing her thighs together and, still red as a beetroot, reached behind her back. The Asian removed her bra and whilst she covered her small breasts with one arm, she handed it to the man. Then, she sprinted for a door some four yards away.
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A few minutes later, Dorothea heard a flush and then, the girl came back, her head lowered and stil with her arms crossed in front of her. She returned to the bed and the man retied her. If the girl was further humiliated by the fact she could not hide her breasts anymore, was not clear because she tried to avoid the looks from both Dorothea and the other girl.
„So, one has to pay with a piece of garment if he needs to go to the bathroom? I hope I will be out of this quite soon!“
Dorothea was only clad with her still damp panties and so, she did not have much to give. Now, the man went for the other girl and this time, Dorothea could understand his words:
„So, you haven`t found out how to get some fun from that yet?“
He pulled on the rope that ran from Madalina`s crotch to the ceiling hook, causing the girl to mew with alarm. Indeed, Madalina had dealt with this rope only too much. She had soon found out that she could find no position that was tolerable for a longer period. If she bent her legs, there was no pressure from the rope between her legs, but from time to time, she needed to stretch her legs and then, she felt the irritating touch of the rope. Every move of her hips even made things worse and so, Madalina was far from feeling relaxed.
„If you pull too hard, it`s just painful.“
„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmph!“
Renard had illustrated his words with a sharp tug. Then, he released the rope a bit. It still pressed against her pubic mound and now, he began to slightly pull and loosen it in a steady rhythm.
„Mmhhmmmmmph! Nnnngg!“
„If you use it gently, it`s like the man you have been missing for so long!“
It was a speculation, but usually, Renard got such things quite right. He considered the new blonde to be quite experienced with men whilst Mitsouko was either a virgin or something very close to that. Madalina, he presumed, had not had many men in her life and for the last years, none at all.
He sat to her side, not taking his hand from the rope or stopping the masage to her middle. Then, he looked at her. Madalina blushed all over and tried to look away, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
„Am I right, Madalina? No man has touched you there“, he pulled a bit stronger, „for at least one or two years?“
„Uuhhmmmmph!“
Renard now tightened his grip and his eyes became cold.
„You know the rules: every question that can be answered with ,yes` or ,no` has to be answered! Now, If you don`t want to spend the night like that“, here, he pulled the rope upwards in a way it cut deep into Madalina`s crotch and caused her to moan and cringe, „for all the night, answer my question: have you been with a man for the last twelve months?“
„Nnngg!“
When he released her chin, Madalina slightly shook her head. In fact, there had been only two relationships in her life so far that had ended with sexual intercourse. Madalina had not hated the experience, but it had not been overwhelming either. And since she had moved to France, she had preferred to stay for herself.
Renard had once again reduced the pull on her rope to a gently, but steady massage. In addition, his other hand caressed Madalina`s breasts. She squirmed, trying to get away from him, but bound and gagged as she was, there was no chance of escape. Mitsouko protested through her gag, but Dorothea remained calm. She knew that any moans from her had only emphasized her helplessness and perhaps even agitated the man.
Madalina closed her eyes and sobbed slightly as Renard continued to touch her. To her surprise, he was`nt rude at all. He caressed her breasts, kneaded them slightly and all the time, he kept pulling on her crotch rope in the rhythm of her breath. She gasped when she felt him take her right nipple between two fingers and play with it. It felt like a betrayal of her own body when she sensed her nipple grew hard under his touch.
„Uuuhhhmmmm! Mmhhhmmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmm!“
Renard removed his hand from her righr breast and began to work on her left whilst he bent forward to kiss her right breast now, gently biting her nipple and sucking on it and playfully using his tongue to tease her.
„Mmhhmmm! Uuhhmmmm! Mph! Mph!“
Madalina still kept her eyes closed, but now, pictures appeared in front of her eyes, memories of times when other men had done such gentle caresses to her.
„Mmhhmmmmph!“
„No! I must fight this! No!“
Madalina tore open her eyes and shook her head no, but Renard, still busy with her boobs whilst his left hand still pulled on her crotch rope, could not see her anyway. For a little longer, he played with his helpless victim. Then, quite abruptly, he stopped and stood up, taking his hand from the crotch rope, too.
Madalina could see a bulge in his trousers and she was frightened of what he would do next. But Renard just looked at her crotch and smiled.
„So, I haven`t lost my touch completely!“
„Mmhmmm?“
When she followed his look, she was aflame with shame and would have preferred to die. At her crotch, just around the rope, a little wet spot had built. Obviously, her body had betrayed even a bit more.
„I have to go now, Madalina, but since you now know what to do if you are bored or feel lonely, just help yourself!“
Laughing, he once more left his captives alone.
***