Chapter five

Renard paused and let his eyes wander over his captives to see how they were coping with being bound and gagged and with the perspective of being sold as slaves. The blonde and the little fighter remained calm. They obviously had seen more things in life than to overreact. The two brunette actresses seemed frightened, but didn`t panic either and the Tahitian girl looked at him with more anger than fear. Mitsouko squirmed and moaned and the buxom Romanian just stared at him with eyes like saucers.

„First of all, we have to make sure that we can see what we sell.“

He took out his switchblade and walked the rows, followed by Mahmut who carried a bag in his right and a small basket in his left.

Dorothea knew that she had interpreted Renard`s words right when he took the waistband of her panties, sliced through it and yanked the garment from her. She bit down on her gag to not give him the pleasure of a timid reaction and she even managed not to blush.

Renard placed the panties in the basket and just smiled at Sally who was stark naked already. Then, he bent over Maeva. The girl squirmed and bucked and so, he had to call for Etienne and Jean to hold her still. Fuming and screaming through her gag, Maeva endured that Renard cut her clothes from her, putting her panties into the basked and stuffing the other cut clothes into the bag.

„Will I get 100 points if I know why he puts the panties extra?“, Sally thought. Since she was gagged with Madalina`s used underwear, she knew that their captors also favored that special kind of gag. Sally glanced at Madalina.

„Now, she`s wearing these tiny ones! Why did she have to bring these substantial ones I am gagged with, too?“

Sally would have preferred to be gagged with a clean, small cloth – or not at all - , but she would at least have preferred the panties that Madalina currently was wearing and that had not even half the mass of cloth than those she was chewing on.

Sally`s thoughts got distracted from the faint protests from Emanuelle and Sandrine who endured being stripped with considerable contenance. Mitsouko sobbed when she lost her panties, but she did not dare to fight.

When the group of men approached Madalina, she looked puzzled. After all, they had put the lingerie she currently was wearing on her. And indeed, Renard left her garters, stockings and the corset and only cut away her thong panties. Then, he rummaged through her laundry basket and found two more pairs, both white, which he put into the basket, too.

„Now, let`s see what we have here!“

He took a clipboard and slowly walked the corridor between the two rows of beds, writing down some things and carefully examining the naked girls, causing some of them to blush. Then, he seemed satisfied and said:

„Now, for one last thing before you will be allowed to take a nap. Does anyone of you know how to use this?“

To the damsels`s astonishment, he went for another bag and produced a razorblade, together with a leather strap, a brush and a bottle with shaving soap.

Sally raised her right hand almost immediately. She had no idea if she could shave a man properly, but the idea of having a knife close to Renard`s throat seemed quite intriguing. When she looked around, she could see that Dorothea had risen her hand, too. During her year as a nurse at the Eastern Front, it had been part of her duties to shave men – either to prepare them for an operation or to help those who had their hands bandaged.

Renard looked at both Sally and Dorothea and then, he smiled:

„Well, it`s nice to see that two of you want to help me, but we only have one razor. So, since I have seen what you have done with a stick“, he pointed at Jean`s forehead, „I think I will let the blonde do that job.“

Sally shrugged and mmphed through her gag and Dorothea got her hands uncuffed, but they left her feet tied to the spreader bar and also told her not to touch her gag. Then, Renard sent Etienne for some hot water.

„So, since we are not tired of life, it will not be one of us whom you will have to shave, but some of your – companions.“

„Mhm?“

„Oh, as you may agree, all of you have done their legs and armpits well. But some of our customers are a bit – special.“

Now, Dorothea understood. If Renard did not intend to shave their heads, there was only one other place where shaving would make sense. Involuntarily, she looked around at her fellow captives. Now, she noticed that Maeva had no pubic hair. Whether this had to do with her race or had been done by herself, she could not say. The others looked – well, like women looked between their legs.

„Oh, don`t be afraid, you won`t have to do all of the girls! As you can see, our Tahitian guest offers no work at all and we will leave Mitsouko like she is, too. Otherwise, no customer will believe that she`s of age!“

Mitsouko groaned from both humiliation and some relief that they did not intend to shave her there. She looked at the small thatch of black hair between her legs and blushed deeply, but Renard had already turned towards Emanuelle and Sandrine.

„These two look good, too. As you can see, they both have trimmed their pubic hair. Look!“

He pointed at both women`s pubic area`s, as if he was a salesman that presented an interesting detail of his merchandize – which somehow was true. Emanuelle groaned with indignation and Sandrine bent her legs in a desperate attempt to hide her private parts.

„So, there remains you, the little fighter and Madalina over there. Who do you want to start with?“

If Renard had already given the razor to Dorothea, he would perhaps have lost his nose or his best piece. But he was a cautious man and waited for Dorothea to calm down.

„If I take the knife and attack them, I will pay for it. Four armed men a re too much for me, even if I launch a surprise attack. And if I refuse, someone else will do it. And I don`t want that any of these men does it – or the trembling Japanese, for what that means!“

These thoughts took Dorothea only a few seconds. Then, she nodded and Renard handed her everything and stepped away a few steps. Reluctantly, Dorothea took a washcloth, soaked it with warm water and approached Sally, apologetically looking at her friend.

„Mph!“

Sally nodded, looking at her with a calm expression in her eyes, though she was blushing slightly. Dorothea sat on the bed and hesitated before she pressed the washcloth at Sally`s pubic mound. The girl gasped when the hot cloth touched her, but she did not protest and only squirmed a little bit.

Dorothea was grateful when Sally closed her eyes and she continued to wash her friend`s middle.
„Don`t get carried away, we haven`t got all day!“

Renard`s remark was answered by both Sally`s and Dorothea`s middle fingers ponting at him, causing the four men to laugh. Dorothea sighed. Then, she took the brush and began to soap Sally`s pubic hair. Though they had seen and touched each other quite intimately already, it was new to Dorothea that Sally seemed to be a bit ticklish down there.

„Nnngg!“

She raised Sally`s attention, showing her the razor. If Sally would twitch, she would cut her friend involuntarily. Sally once again nodded and closed her eyes again. Carefully, Dorothea went to work.

Both Sally`s and Dorothea`s self control was pushed to the limit, but whilst one remained perfectly still, the other proved a calm hand. None of ther men spoke a word and even the other damsels had fallen silent, not wanting to disturb Dorothea`s concentration.

In a way, it was routine to Dorothea: stretching the skin with one hand and carefully scrape off the hair. But what was no routine was that this was not a man`s chin, but her best friend`s pussy.

„Some people say it`s more hygienic that way. Maybe, Sally has read the same medical journal!“
She had to oppress a giggle. The whole situation was so absurd! Sally looked at her questioningly and Dorothea pulled herself together, continuing her work.

Finally, she once again reached for the washcloth and removed the remnants of soap. Done! Curious, Sally bent forward and examined Dorothea`s work.

„Thank you. Now, put the razor to the bed and step three steps back!“

Dorothea obeyed and now, Renard approached and examined Sally`s shaved pussy. He kept the spreader bar trapped under his knee, otherwise, Sally would have hit him. Renard now took the razor and bent forward, looking for any hair that Dorothea might have looked over. Sally stared daggers at the man as his hand caressed her bold pubic mound and seemingly took ages until he rose and said:

„Good work for your first time – ouch!“

Sally, now with her legs no longer trapped, had pushed the spreader bar against his butt, causing Renard to stagger. Half angry, half amused, he rubbed his backside.

„Whoever buys you, I will warn him to never set you free!“

Then, he led Dorothea over to Madalina who turned out to be an even harder task. Lacking Sally`s amount of self control, Madalina could not help trembling and moaned and squirmed whenever Dorothea tried to touch her. Finally, Dorothea pragmatically accepted Etienne`s and Jean`s offer to help her. The two men grabbed the Romanian`s legs and helt them in a vice grip whilst Dorothea sat astride Madalina`s belly, facing the other`s crotch.

Madalina would have suffered even more, had she seen the way Dorothea cringed her nose when she sensed that the other had obviously been in a state of arousal previously. Now, she began to wash and soap the trembling and mewing Madalina`s middle. Then, she rose the razor to her eyes.

„Uuuhhmmmmph! Nnnnngggg!“

„Mph!“

Dorothea waited for Madalina to calm down. Then, she carefully brushed over the blade with her thumb, trying to tell the other without words that she had to stay absolutely still. After a while, the frightened Madalina nodded.

Although Dorothea had to admit that Madalina did her best to remain calm, she had to stop her work again and again, having to wait for her companion to stop trembling. Dorothea tried to do a good work, just to spare Madalina another shave by Renard`s hands. When she finally was done, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

When she waited for Renard to examine her work, Dorothea could see that the man obviously took the opportunity to caress the Romanian`s sensitive flesh a bit, causing her to moan, first with alarm, then in a quieter way. However, when she could see that Madalina`s nipples were hardening and she sensed a bit of a specific fragrance, he withdrew.

„Uuuhhmm! Mmhhmmm!“

„Now, was that a moan of relief or one of disappointment?“, Dorothea wondered when she looked at the panting and obviously distraught woman.  But then, Renard approached her:

„Now, only you are left. Shall Mahmut help you with that? He has been a barber for eight years!“

Dorothea`s first reaction of course was to shake her head, but then, she thought twice. Having her pubic hair shaved off, whether by herself or one of the men, would be humiliating anyway. And now, she felt that she would tremble if she had to use the razor once more. So, she deeply sighed and sat down on a stool, opening her thighs.

She had to admit that Mahmut worked quick and efficient. He only touched her when it was necessary and after a few minutes, she was allowed to stand up again, looking at her shaved pussy with a mixture of embarrassment, fascination and curiosity.

„Where you are going, they often don`t have things like showers. So, you may perhaps thank me once“, Renard said when he examined her exposed middle. Had Dorothea not been gagged, Renard would have learned some new German swearwords.

„Now, before we let you rest for a few hours, there is another thing you may help me with“, Renard said when he had removed the shaving tools. Dorothea, who sat on her stool with her legs crossed and her arms in front of her boobs, frowned at him. Maybe, the next humiliation – she could read from Renard`s eyes that it would be another humiliation! - would offer an opportunity to escape.

„During my years in that – business, I have learned quite a lot about women – what they feel like, what they like, what they hate, you name it. I am not talking about obvious things that you would like to kill me right now or that your little friend would like to torture me before killing me. That`s for everyone to see! I am talking about – intimacy!“

Dorothea raised an eyebrow. Now, he would boast around about his qualities as a lover and then, he would force her to endure his „prove“. She swore to herself not to give in to that without a fight, but Renard raised his hand.

„Oh, not your intimacy! I can see that you are a brave woman – it would be fun to break you, but my customers will pay extra to do so and I haven`t got the time. But in the end, you would not die from that, since you know that sleeping with a man is not hell.“

„Depends on the man“, Dorothea thought, but she now was interested in what he was talking about. If he did not intend to rape her, why were they having this conversation?

„Your little friend knows quite well what sex means, too, am I right?“

Dorothea nodded almost involuntarily. She liked Sally, but according to some stories she had told her, Sally definitely hadn`t played „hard to get“ in her past. Renard laughed and Dorothea was glad that Sally`s French obviously wasn`t good enough to comprehend her and Renard`s accordance.

„Your friends from the theatre sure have had their experiences, too. But Madalina has already confessed that she hasn`t had a man for at least one or two years and dear Mitsouko has no experience at all, I presume.“

The way the terrified Mitsouko reacted told Dorothea that Renard was right. The sheer idea of having intercourse with a man, at least without her consent, seemed harder than hell to the young Japanese. To Dorothea`s surprise, however, the man didn`t seem gleeful or about to throw himself at Mitsouko. Instead, he stepped closer and whispered:

„Here`s your part in that all: since virgins are selling high, I am not interested in changing that. But, on the other hand, Mitsouko might be less afraid of her first time if she becomes a bit more – acquainted to how good this may feel.“

„Mmhhm? Uuuhhmmm!“

Dorothea stepped back. Did this evil thug really intend her to-?

„Hush, dear. I am just mentioning a fact. If she learns that getting touched is not the worst thing in life, she might face her future with more confidence. And who could teach her better than a tender and experienced woman like you?“

Now, Dorothea had the irrational thought that Renard obviously did not know everything about his captives just from looking at them. In her life, there had been three men altogether, and none during the last six months. And she had never been intimate with a woman, although some of the ways she had been tied up together with Sally or other women had been quite close to that.

She shuddered at Renard`s monstrous proposal but then, she looked over at Mitsouko. The poor girl had not understood their conversation, but naked, bound and gagged, with her fearful eyes and her petite body, she looked so utterly helpless that Dorothea`s heart cramped. She could sense pictures of Mitsouko, bound and spread like she was now, with a big, fat man approaching...

„Mph!“

She turned her eyes from the Japanese, but she knew that Renard was right. If Mitsouko would learn that this could be something one hadn`t to be afraid of in general, she would perhaps endure what lay ahead of her. And then, she could perhaps easier get into a position that would allow her to escape – or at least to cope with her new life.

Avoiding to look at Mitsouko, she nodded towards Renard. The man smiled and said somethin in Arabic to Mahmut. The Arab quickly fetched two black silk cloths. One, he wrapped around Madalina`s head and knotted it at the back of her neck. The blindfolded woman moaned and squirmed in her bonds, but Mahmut now hooded Mitsouko the same way.

„It will help them concentrating on us. Now, here`s the deal: show her a glimpse of heaven and in return, I will take care that she will get a gentle new owner.“

Without further taking care of her, Renard now sat on Madalina`s bed and Dorothea turned her head when she heard a desperate moan.

„Uuuhhmmm! Mmhhmmph!“

Now, Mitsouko had joined in the concert of moans and grunts, too. Dorothea reluctantly approached the bed. She looked at the slender body of the Japanese, her rather small, but pert breasts, the film of sweat on her skin.

„Show her a glimpse of heaven“, the man had said. Dorothea of course knew where to touch a woman – considered that this girl was more or less like her – and she also knew about some of the mistakes men often made when they tried to please a woman`s desires. But she was not sure at all if she had „the tender hands of an experienced woman“.

In addition, Dorothea could almost feel that the others were looking at her. Of course, the buxom Romanian was blindfolded and also occupied by Renard`s caresses – according to the squeals from the other bed, she wasn`t facing heaven either. To her surprise, the man still was fully dressed. Dorothea wondered if he really didn`t want to go to the extent with his „merchandize“, if he had issues with his men watching or if he was just impotent.

„Uuuhhmmm!“

A faint moan from beneath the hood told her that Mitsouko still was panicking from not knowing what would come next. The problem was that Dorothea didn`t know either.

„Intuition!“

The word came to her mind as if someone had spoken it out loud. Actually, she had learned this word quite early. All her life, Dorothea had had problems in learning rules or things in general by heart, but if she could use her intuition, she excelled – well, except for her lack of sense of rhythm and melody. She still had problems in explaining even the German grammar rules, but she was fluent in three languages and could speak two more, just because she could feel and think in the language. It was the same with things like driving, riding or archery – once she had got the feeling for something, she reached excellent results.

Though it felt strange to think of „results“ here, it was the same with sex. In her first relationship with Karl, it had just been „wham, bam, thank you, Ma`am“, but Edgar, her second lover, had been more sensitive. He had been some years older than her and to be honest, he had just trained her – but Dorothea had never regretted to have learned from him.

Edgar had told her to stop thinking and to feel what she or he wanted. And after a while, just like it was another language, she had got into it and was able to sense her companion`s desires.
„Well, let`s see if I still have my touch“, she thought and sat down beside Mitsouko who twitched when she felt the presence of another person.

„Uuhhmmmm! Nnnggggg! Mmmhhhrrrrr!“

Dorothea hummed a soothing tune through her gag and reached for Mitsouko`s right hand with her left. First, the girl cramped her fingers, but then, when Dorothea just held her hand, she relaxed and finally, she opened her fist and allowed the blonde to take her hand.

„Mhm?“

The small mey was so full of fear and glooming hope that Dorothea felt pity. She began to caress Mitsouko`s neck with tender strokes. The Japanese first squirmed and mewed with alarm, but Dorothea just left her hand there and pressed the girl`s right with the other. She bent over Mitsouko and could see her tremble as her long blonde tresses tickled her breasts. Dorothea now could sense the mixture of sweat and perfume from her body and she closed her eyes. To feel into the other girl, she had to fade out the outer world – the views of the three men, the moans and sighs from Madalina – which now had become less frantic – and the moaning from her fellow captives.
She loosened her fingers from Mitsouko`s hand and let her fingers wander over the bound girl`s arms. Each time she reached her shoulders, she went a bit further, exploring the Japanese`s armpits, her neck and the top of her breasts. When she caressed her ribs and sides, she could feel that Mitsouko still was trembling. Dorothea continued her tender massage and when she felt that Mitsouko had calmed down a bit, she adjusted to her breath.

„Uuuhm!“

Mitsouko twitched when Dorothea playfully poked her sides. Obviously, the girl was ticklish and for a while, Dorothea made a game from tickling her sides and then again caressing and massaging the girl.

„Uuuhmmm! Mmhhmmmm! Uhmphh!“

When Mitsouko squirmed under her hands, one of her palms accidentaly slipped to the Japanese`s breast. Dorothea did not draw her hand back. She felt for the other`s heartbeat and started to knead her breast. Mitsouko moved, but it did not feel fearful any longer. Instead, she seemed to press her chest into Dorothea`s palm and with her eyes still closed, she could feel the small bud of her hardening nipple. Now, Dorothea took both hands and now, she had the emotional connection she needed. She caressed and kneaded the other`s boobs just like she wanted her to do it, though Mitsouko could not tell her with words. But the girl`s moans and her now responding moves told her that she was doing right.

„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmm!“

Not taking her left from Mitsouko`s left breast, she explored her body with her right. Her fingers wandered over her belly and she played with the Japanese`s belly button. She gasped and Dorothea placed her thumb in her navel, allowing her crawling fingers to reach out to the beginning of her pubic hair. For a moment. Mitsouko`s body stiffened, but then, she began to slowly rock her hips. Now, her pubic hair brushed over the tips of Dorothea`s fingers.Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, Dorothea let her hand wander further down.

„Uuuuhhmmmm!“

When her hand cupped Mitsouko`s pubic mound, the girl reared up and arched her back, pressing her middle against Dorothea`s palm. Now, it was the blonde`s part to gasp with surprise when she felt her fingers slide inside the now dripping wet Japanese. Dorothea had never touched a woman there. Somehow, it felt strange, very strange, but on the other hand, it felt somehow like when she touched herself. Mewing and sighing, Mitsouko moved her hips and soon, Dorothea had found the right spots.

„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmmhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm!“

Dorothea almost got carried away by the other`s growing ecstasy and she had to fight down the urge to reach for her own womanhood with her other hand. But she still was aware that they were not alone and so, she forced herself to concentrate on Mitsouko.

„Mmhhhrrrrrr! Uuhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm! Mph!“

Faster and faster, Mitsouko thrusted her pelvis against her hand and squirmed and flailed with joy. Dorothea could feel that now, Mitsouko was indeed getting a glimpse of heaven. Then, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

„Mmhmmm?“

„It`s enough for now, dear. You have done everything right, but Mitsouko shall get her first real climax from someone who has paid for that pleasure.“

„Mmhhhrrrrrrrmmm!“

Mitsouko`s frustrated moan was surprisingly loud under the hood and gag when Renard pulled away Dorothea`s hand and led the blonde back to her bed. She looked around with a mixture of shame and fear. She could see Emanuelle, Sandrine and Maeva stare at her with disbelief. Sally, however, nodded slightly, as if she wanted to say:

„We will do what we have to do to get out of here as soon as possible!“

When she looked over at Madalina, she almost twitched back with dismay. They had removed her blindfold and the expression on her face was so wild, so full of frustration and despair that it looked frightening. Her hair was wet with sweat and totally dishevelled and her cheeks were aflame. Dorothea could see that her nipples still were erect and even from the distance, she couls sense the wet glistering on her shaved pubic mound. Obviously, not only Mitsouko had been denied the peak of ecstasy.

Indeed, Renard had played a perfiduous game with Madalina. He had just started to caress her, ignoring her muffled pleas and had continued until he could see that her body was starting to respond.

„It`s kinda hard to remain modest if your body wants it the other way!“

„Uuuhmmm! Nnnggg!“

Renard had continued to massage her between her legs, all the time talking to her in a low voice, telling her that her resistance would get her to nowhere. Madalina had screamed through her gag, tried to shake his hand off and also desperately tried to oppress her growing arousal. But Renard knew what he was doing. Being blindfolded, Madalina had to concentrate more on her other senses and being bound and spread, she could do little to avoid his touches.

„Poor, helpless girl! You can`t fight it, so whay do you even try and why don`t you just relax and enjoy?“

„Uuuuuhhhhhmmmm! Mph! Nnnnggg!“

He continued and finally, with a deep groan from frustration, growing arousal and resignation, she opened herself to his fingers. Now, she had passed the point of no return. Madalina forgot about the fact that she had been kidnapped, that an even darker fate was awaiting her and that currently some ten people were around. She forgot about modesty, rsistance and-

„Uuuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmmmm! Uuuuhhmmmmmm!“

Though it didn`t matter under her hood, she closed her eyes. The silk covering her nose moved from her panting. She was forced to breathe in her own sweat and it was difficult to get enough air through her nosrils blocked by the thin cloth, but even this seemed to add to her ecstasy.

Madalina now was no longer the poor, helpless victim of some white slavers. She was no longer the shy girl that had avoided even casual contacts with men. She now was all womb, all pelvis, all – pussy. She was a volcano, ready to explode, she-

„Uuuuhhmmm! Mhhmmmph!“

Madalina continued to thrust her pelvis for some seconds before she recognized that Renard had withdrawn his hand.

„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmmhhmmmm! Mph!“

„Sorry, Madalina, but I have to go now. Such an auction doesn`t prepare by itself and after all, I am a businessman.“

„Mmhhhhrrrrrrr!“

Renard removed Madalina`s hood and grabbed her scalp, not brutal, but firm enough thast she could not turn her face from him. Then, he held his index finger to her nose. It was still wet with her juices and she blushed when she sensed her fragrance.

„So, you finally enjoyed what I did to you?“

„Mmmhhmm!“

Madalina closed her eyes, but she nodded slightly.

„And you would like me to continue? To finish what I have started? To quench the fire I have incended?“

„Mmhhmmm! Mmhhmmm! Mph!“

Her remnants of self control hated her for doing so, but Madalina again nodded emphatically, pleading with her eyes. Her swollen clit and labia felt like a red hot iron, crying for relief! She whimpered when he let his hand wander down her body. However, he stopped just an inch before his fingers reached her pubic mound.

„Well, maybe another time!“

Chuckling, he went over to interrupt Dorothea in her interaction with Mitsouko.

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