The hours till evening passed quite fast, though the girls had nothing to do but to lie on their beds and to consider their fate. At any minute, at least one of the men was inside the room and so, no one had tried to get free from her bonds. From time to time, one of the girls had tried to communicate with their captors, screamed through her gag in frustration or just sobbed, but the men seemed not to be interested in their victims. They not even took advantages from them being naked and bound in front of them.
Then, Renard came back and clapped his hands although seven pairs of eyes were looking at him anyway. He had changed into a fine black suit and looked very business-like. Smiling, he told his audience:
„Our customers will appear in four hours, so we have just enough time to prepare all of you. We will take care of you one by one. I know that some of you, or maybe all, won`t like their fate, but be assured that our customers are all rich and sometimes even handsome and gentle men. Actually, I don`t know exactly who is coming, since we have a great fluctuation among our customers. Obviously, most of them don`t need to complain about what we sold to them!“
Renard waited for a while till the moaning of his captives had died down. Then, he continued with some advice:
„We strongly recommend you to present yourself from your best side. Of course, you may think that you have no reason to cooperate, but you will be sold anyway and if your new owner thinks that you need some training in submissiveness, you might attract – the wrong kind of men!“
He allowed these words to sink into the girls`s consciousness before Etienne and Jean freed Maeva`s hands and forced the girl to stand up. Then, Renard looked at her and pointed at the bathroom. Maeva, who had been trying to get her arms free, nodded, her eyes showing a mixture of fear, anger – and some hope.
„You might understand we can`t take any risks, so short before the auction!“
The two men dragged Maeva over to the bathroom, forcing the girl to stagger with her ankles still tied to the spreader bar. They sat her on the toilet and waited. Maeva protested through her gag and shook her head and so, Renard shrugged and they pulled her up and disappeared through the door, taking their unwilling victim with them. Only Mahmut remained in the room, but he ignored the girls almost ostendatively.
With some 30 minutes in between, next were Emanuelle and Sandrine who both shook their heads when they were asked whether they needed to visit the bathroom and who were taken upstairs immediately. Then, It was Sally`s turn.
When she was forced to walk up the steps, Sally desperately looked for an escape, but the two men kept her arms in a vice grip and Renard was walking two steps behind them. When they reached the women`s side of the Hamam, Sally`s jaw would have dropped down, if the muzzle gag hadn`t prevented that.
Around the swimming pool, six pedestals had been arranged. The fact that there were six podiums for seven girls explained when Sally looked at the first where Emanuelle and Sandrine were arranged.
A wooden chair had been placed upon the pedestal and it seemed that it`s legs were screwed to the podium. Sandrine was sitting in it, with her arms tied behind the backrest and obviously also chained to the bar between the chair`s rear legs. Her legs had been bent over the armrests and her knees were tied to these, forcing Sandrine to sit with her thighs obscenely spread. Or it would have been obscene, but her middle was covered – somehow.
Emanuelle was sitting in a lotus position, with her ankles crossed and tied. When Sally looked closer, she could see that her bound feet were also tied to a rope that was bisecting her crotch ant that was connected to another tight rope around Emanuelle`s waist. The way the brunette thrusted out her breasts told Sally that not only her wrists were tied behind her back, but also her elbows.
Emanuelle had been placed in front of Sandrine, the back of her head resting in Sandrine`s lap. A rope, snug but not too tight, was running around her neck and also her hair was covering it, Sally presumed that this leash was connected to Sandrine`s crotch rope, for Emanuelle made no attempt to change her straining position.
Both girls were only dressed in white garter belts with matching stockings, but obviously, both of them were wearing no panties. They also sported identical white babydolls that diverged below their breasts and revealed their bellies. These were made of a material so thin it did little to cover their boobs; Sally could easily spot both girls`s nipples through the flimsy cloth.
Both girls had thin leather straps tied tightly between their teeth, but Sally could see that their mouths seemed to be thoroughly stuffed with some cloth.
Beside them, on the next pedestal, was Maeva and Sally would have laughed if the situation had been different. Obviously, these men were thinking in cliches.
On the podium, a huge Andreas cross had been erected and Maeva was tied to it, forced to stand with slightly spread legs and raised arms. The girl was wearing a long raffia skirt and they had also put a flower garland around her neck that did nothing to hide her breasts. They had even placed a single flower in her hair. Maeva also was gagged with the tight leather strap that held some amount of cloth in her mouth.
The three actresses made faint sounds through their gags and looked at Sally, but she just nodded towards them, trying to avoid making sounds with Madalina`s panties stuffing her mouth.
Another detail caught Sally`s eyes: all girls had their hair combed and they also looked as if they had been washed and creamed with some shiny body oil. In addition, all three were wearing makeup and lipstick.
Sally got distracted when her wrists were cuffed to a chain in the ceiling and pulled upwards until she was standing on the tips of her toes.
„Uuuhmmm!“
Sally tried to twitch, but Etienne quickly, but thoroughly washed her with a sponge and water from the swimming pool. Then, all three men began to cream her body with some fragrance oil. She closed her eyes and bit on her gag when she felt their hands on her boobs, at her butt and at her shaved pubic mound, but she forced herself not to sob or scream.
When Sally was shimmering like an alabaster statue and smelling like a vanilla tree, Renard unbuckled her gag. Before he pulled Madalina`s panties from her mouth, he just padded on the gun in his belt and Sally nodded. When the foul tasting mass of cloth had been taken from her mouth, she drank some of the offered water. Then, Etienne gently washed her face before he fetched a big suitcase that had a mirror at the inside of it`s lid and that contained all kinds of makeup.
Sally thought of biting him when he approached her face, but with the two others around, this would have been fruitless. So, she accepted when he began to makeup her. It felt strange when he tinted her eyelashes or renewed her lipstick, but when he presented her the result in the mirror, Sally had to admit that she indeed looked good. Involuntarily, she nodded towards the man who now gently brushed her hair.
„Now, little fighter, you look as pretty as possible, don`t you agree?“
„So, you want to keep me for yourself instead of having to sell me?“
Renard laughed at her remark. Though frightening his damsels was paet of his job, he appreciated bravery. But then, he took his clipboard and a pen:
„Before you will be gagged, just a few questions. Of course, you may lie, but actually, there is no point in doing so.“
Now, Sally could see a sign in front of the two occupied pedestals. She would have ecpected that the girls`s measurements were written on these, but instead, she read:
„Emanuelle, 28, French.“
„Sandrine, 31, French.“
„Maeva, 23, French and English.“
Obviously, the last information told the languages the girls could speak, not their nationality. Well, all these were informations Sally could give easily:
„Salome, 18, Scottish, English and a little French!“
„18? I would have thought you were older, just from your attitude.“
„Well, luckily you took care that I look younger“, Sally replied, looking at her shaved pussy. Again, Renard laughed. Then, he took a basket that Sally recognized as those in which he had collected their panties.
„I think you know what these are for. Since you behaved well, you may choose which pair will go into your mouth. Unfortunately, your own have been chosen by Maeva.“
Sally looked at the Tahitian who responded her look with a strained expression.
„Come on, I have only been wearing them for one day“, Sally thought.
However, the reason for Maeva`s uneasiness weren`t the strange panties in her mouth – at least, not the only reason. Hidden by her raffia skirt, a rope had been tied around her waist, threaded between her legs and then knotted to the points where the two bars of the cross met – so tight she could not bent her legs without risking the rope to bisect her crotch.
Sally looked hesitantly at the collection of used and cut panties in front of her. Even through the fragrance of her body oil, Sally could sense their smell. She looked up to Sandrine and Emanuelle who moaned and squirmed in their bonds.
Unbeknownst to Sally, both girls were chewing on each other`s panties. Renard had decided to present the two girls as sisters, since they had some resemblance, and so, he had thought it would be a nice touch.
Pragmatically, Sally looked for the red thong Madalina had been wearing, but it had gone. So, it was the pair that had gagged her earlier, still wet with her saliva, and two more pairs from the Romanian, both equally substantial. Also, there were Mitsouko`s plain white schoolgirl panties, the light blue knickers from Maeva and Dorothea`s lacy white. Sighing, Sally chose the latter and Renard wedged them deeply into her mouth before he forced a leather strap between her teeth.
„Some customers want to check your teeth, so, we have to use these gags“, Renard explained almost apologetically. Sally could think of another way to prove the strength of her teeth, but now, she tried not to retch on her friend`s taste. At least, these panties were a bit smaller, even though they were stuffed deep into her cheeks and throat and the leather strap was cutting into the corners of her mouth.
„Now, little fighter, let`s get you arranged for the presentation.“
Sally looked at the podium next to Maeva. At it`s centre, a post was erected which was some three feet high. To it`s top, a horizontal bar was nailed and from this bar`s centre, a leather belt was dangling.
Etienne and Jean now released Sally`s arms, but before she could think of freeing herself, she felt that once again the arm binder was pulled over her arms and the three men worked together to get the laces as tight as possible before they closed the shoulder straps, the one around her waist and the final strap that went from her fingertips through her crotch and was buckled to her waist strap. These straps were pulled considerably tight, causing Sally to mew.
Next, she was leaned against the post and her neck was secured with the belt, forcing her to sit upright if she did not want the strap to push against her throat. Then, she felt them tie two leather thongs around her ankles before they removed the spreader bar.
„Uuuuuhhmmm! Mmhhmmmmph!“
Sally protested when her legs were pulled upwards and spread to the ends of the horizontal bar. But the men pulled all slack out before they tied the ends off, forcing the girl to sit with her legs spread to her sides and her feet at the same height as her neck. The position made her leg muscles ache already and also, it made the crotch strap cut even deeper into the soft flesh between her legs.
„Uuuhhmmmmph!“
„It`s only for a few hours – unless your buyer decides to have you shipped that way!“, Renard laughed before he and Jean went for the next girl whilst Etienne guarded the now four damsels on their pedestals.
The next one was Mitsouko who endured being washed, oiled and made up with fearful resignation. To Sally, it seemed that the trembling young Japanese was about to faint and she could almost not hear what she was answering to Renard`s questions. When the man asked her which panties she would like to be gagged with, she just stammered and Sally could see that Renard made the decision for her, chosing the panties from Madalina that had gagged her previously.
„Poor girl, these have been worn for more than just a day“, Sally thought. Despite her aching legs and the growing pain between these, she felt pity when the men now forced the sodden fabric behind Mitsouko`s teeth. Like most Asian women, the petite Japanese had a small mouth and so, it took the effort of both Renard and Jean – not to mention a great deal of retching and grunting – to get the panties into the girl`s mouth. Mitsouko`s cheeks ballooned and the cloth tickled the back of her throat when Renard finally forced the leather strap between her teeth and tied it off at the back of her neck.
„Calm down, girl, for Shinto`s sake, calm down!“, Sally thought. Mitsouko now was hyperventilating through her nose, trying to cope with the mass of silk in her mouth and to control her gag reflex. After a while, Mitsouko shuddered and lost control over her bladder. Renard jumped back, since he was wearing his good leather shoes.
„Dammit, Mitsouko, now, we have to wash and oil you again!“
This finally made the girl faint and she collapsed in her bonds. Quickly, Etienne and Jean cleaned both the girl and the floor and thoroughly oiled her body once more. Then, they released the still unconscious girl from her bonds and carried her to the pedestal next to Sally. On it, there was a wooden post, some two feet long and fixed in an angle of 45 degree.
The men tied Mitsouko`s legs to the post, tying her ankles and knees to it. Since the girl was even smaller than sally, the post ended above her knees and so, she could no longer bend her legs. Now, Renard and Jean folded her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists behind her neck before tying them together. Now, Mitsouko`s fingers pointed upwards and the whole position seemed more than uncomfortable to Sally. But worse was to come.
The long ends of her wrist tie were thrown over her shoulders and crossed between her small breasts before they were brought back to her arms. After they had pulled the slack out, they tied the ends off to Mitsouko`s elbows. Now, her wrists were pulled against the back of her neck and her elbows were forced to her front, putting aditional pressure to the uncomfortable tie.
Now, Jean, the tallest of the men, grabbed Mitsouko`s scalp and forced her body in a more or less upright position. Renard took a very long, thin rope that he doubled up and slung around the Japanese`s waist before threading the ends through the loop and pulling the slack out. Then, he waited until Mitsouko woke up again.
„Nnnngggg! Uuuhhmmmm! Mph!“
The girl weakly protested when Renard slowly brought the ends between her thighs from the front. Mitsouko tried to fight him, but with her arms and legs tied, there was no chance and besides, the oil on her body made her skin slippery and so, Renard could reach for the rope from behind her.
„Mmmhhmmmmph! Hhhrrrrrrrr!“
He brought the ends over a hook in the ceiling and pulled until the ropes had found their way between the frantic girl`s labia. Then, he tied one end to her already bound wrists, forcing her to arch her upper body upwards or to face the consequences. The other end, he tied to her hair. When the men let her go, Sally could see that they had left some slack. Not enough for Mitsouko to bent her upper body down, but as long as she kept herself upright, the crotch rope would be only irritating.
„Mitsouko, 19, Japanese, English, German, French.“
Though it was one of her least concerns, Sally wondered why their abductors informed their customers about the language skills of a thoroughly gagged girl.
Since now Jean was guarding the damsels, Sally tried to keep some dignity and instead of trying to scream through her gag and to writhe in her b onds like the others, she examined the two remaining podiums. On the one next to her, she could see something that looked like an empty doorframe. On the other one, there was an item that looked like a mixture of a medieval torture device and a rocking horse.
Resting on four legs that ended in skids, there was a large, smooth wooden post that had some foot in diameter and was about four feet long. It looked like an incomplete rocking horse or a strange seesaw, but since the post was round, sitting astride would be humiliating if one was naked, but not painful, even after some time.
„I should have asked them if I could sit on that! Hell, my legs are aflame!“
In fact, other parts of her body hurt, too, but Sally knew that the only people who would have shown some compassion were naked, bound and gagged, just like her.
Her self pity got distracted when Dorothea was brought inside. She endured her cosmetics with admirable calmness, though the three men took considerable glee in washing and creaming every inch of her body – especially her big, firm boobs – with considerable glee, and answered Renard`s questions with a steady voice:
„Dorothea, 24, German, English, French, Italian and Russian!“
Renard raised an eyebrow, he obviously was impressed by her skills. When it came to choosing a gag, Dorothea hesitated for a moment and gulped, but then, she decided for Maeva`s knickers. When her mouth was gagged with the panties and a tight leather cleave gag, she was dressed, so to say.
An armbinder, similar to Sally`s, was pulled over her arms and Sally could see that the laces were pulled as tight as those on her arm sheath. The straps over her shoulders, around her waist and between her legs were also applied with great strength. When the last strap disapeared between her legs, Dorothea closed her eyes and let out a deep groan.
Then, the men put a pair of black leather boots on her feet. They ended just below her knees and the heels were at least ten inches high. Then, Dorothea had to get into the wooden frame. Sally could see that walking with these incredible high heels and with the tight strap sawing between her legs was not an easy task.
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The men secured Dorothea simply, but efficiently. They just tied her ankles together and tied a noose around her neck that was fixed to the beam above her head. It was loose enough to allow breathing, but tight enough to prevent her from squatting or sitting.
„The positive aspect is that if we leave you like that, we can box and ship you easily!“
Now, Dorothea shuddered and almost lost her self control. She had not psychologically recovered yet from her ordeal inside the sarcophagus and the prospect of being stuffed inside a box for endless hours once again scared her to death.
Since Madalina was last, Mahmut came with the other men. Renard stepped in front of her once she was bound with her hands above her head and said:
„We know that you are a clean girl, Madalina. So, would you mind if we do not remove the corset, the garter belt and the stockings and concentrate on your – essentials?“
„Mmmhhmm?“
Madalina had no idea what he meant, but then, the men started to wash her body.
„Nnnnnngggg! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mph! Mph! Mmmhhhhrrrrrrrr!“
Madalina screamed her lungs out and squirmed, but, bound as she was and surrounded by four men, she hadn`t the slightest chance. Soon, even the other damsels fell silent and watched her ordeal with a mixture of horror and fascination.
Mahmut, who was using the sponge, concentrated on her butt, kneading and groping it in the progress. Jean washed and rubbed her left breast whilst Etienne caressed and fondled her right. Renard`s hands were on her shaved pubic mound and between her legs.
„Mmhhmmmm! Uuhhmmmmph! Mmmhhmm! Nnnnngggg!“
Madalina would have pleaded for a faint, but her mind was just too strong to allow her that escape. She was absolutely terrified and the men again and again had their hands on her. Then, when they withdrew, she almost collapsed, but then, she saw them putting copious amounts of oil onto their hands.
„Uuuhhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm! Mmhhrrrrrrrrr!“
Again, it was to no avail. The slippery of the oil even made things worse. Now, their hands even found their way to her most intimate parts. Madalina`s eyes widened and she gasped when she felt one of Mahmut`s fingers exploring her butt and she gasped from getting touched where no man had been before.
„Oouuuhhmmmm!“
Now, Renard had pushed his fingers into her, too. Madalina tried to shake her hips, but this only increased the men`s teasing.
„Mmhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr! Mmmhhmmmmmmm! Uuuhhhhmmmmmm!“
Both Jean and Etienne were now not too gently massaging her boobs. It was hurt that little bit that was not painful, but-
„Uuhhhmmmm! Mmhhhmmm!“
„Exiting“, was the word that formed within Madalina`s haunted mind. Getting touched and fondled like that did just not feel as horrible as it should! In fact, it was-
„No! Please, no! Please, give me the strength to persist! Please!“
Madalina felt that her body once more was betraying her. She could feel her nipples grow hard and when the men squeezed them between their fingers, she gasped not only from pain, but also from pleasure.
„Pleasure? No! No, I can`t-“
„Uuuhhmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmhhmmmmm! Mph!“
She tried to fight her own body`s desires, but the assault came from too many sides. The intrusion from the backside was irritating, but not in the disgusting way she would have thought and then, there were the hands on her pussy.
„Mmmhhmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm! Uuuhhmmm!“
Renard now used both his hands. His left thumb and index finger were playing with her clit whilst his restless right was exploring her from inside.
„Uuuuhhmmmmmmmm!“
Now, Madalina`s scream was so loud that even the men stopped for a moment. Renard had touched a little spot inside her, so small she hadn`t even known about it and so sensitive that getting touched there almost hurt. Even on the (rather few) occasions when Madalina had found pleasures from her own hands, she had not discovered that secret little place.
„Ooouuuhhmmmm!“
When she felt Renard withdraw his hand, she thrusted forward her pelvis with all her might. However, Renard now stepped back and said laughing:
„Gosh, men, look at me! I can`t welcome our customers trenched like I am now. Just get her ready for the auction whilst I take a shower and change clothes. Another layer of oil, I think. But keep your fingers from her pussy!“
„Mmmhhhrrrrrrrr! Nnnngggggg! Mph!“
Madalina screamed into her gag. This just could not be true! This men could not go away and leave her without salvation! Not again!
However, no matter how much she pleaded with her eyes and tried to get her swollen clit and labia close to the other three men`s hands, they just obeyed orders. They massaged another layer of oil into her skin, teasing her boobs and butt in the progress. But without a chance to get relief from the burning flame between her legs, this just added to her torture.
Now, tears were running down her cheeks and she trembled and spasmed from her unredeemed desire. When Mahmut removed her gag, she pleaded and begged:
„Please, Master, relieve me! Don`t let me like this, please, I will do everything!“
Now, Etienne had taken Mitsouko`s panties from the basket. Wrapping them around his hand, he dabbed Madalina`s middle. She pressed her slippery flesh against his hand, trying to get him to make her finally climax.
„Ohhh, yeah, please, get on, Master, please!“
Madalina could no longer think in categories of modesty or contenance. She was just feeling as if a hot iron was burning between her legs and the only salvation came from the hand of her captors.
„Please, take me, do it, dooouuuhhmmmmph!“
Etienne now stuffed the panties into her mouth. Madalina didn`t fight it. The taste of her own arousal even added to her desire and so, she just pressed against Etienne as he tied the leather strap between her lips.
„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm! Mph!“
Madalina`s sexual frenzy now even seemed a bit scary to the men. They had all done some „tease and denial“ to their captives before, but this woman seeemed to be almost frightening in her desire. They felt a bit as if they had released the Kraken.
„Whoever will buy her, he will perhaps die in the first night!“
For a treacherous moment, Madalina thought that her pleading had been heard by the thugs. They tied a narrow belt around her waist and then, she felt something touch her hot and swollen flesh.
„Ooouuhhmmmm!“
She groaned when a rope was tied to her waist belt. It had wooden balls threaded on it, each some inch in diameter. The rope was tied like a crotch rope, but quite loosely. Madalina mewed and tried to increase the pressure by rocking her hips.
The three men forced her to sit astride the horizontal bar on the skids and when she moved her body now, the device began to rock slightly. Madalina increased her efforts and began to ride the wooden horse. When the balls slid inside her, she groaned deeply.
Etienne tied the girl`s arms behind her back at wrists and elbows. Then, he and Jean grabbed her ankles and bent her legs.
„Oooouuuhhhmmmm! Mmmmhhmmmmm!“
Madalina moaned with pleasure when her legs were lifted from the ground and gravity forced her middle to press harder on the balls between her legs. When the men tied her ankles to her thighs and tied another rope to her knees under the beam to keep her in her sitting position, she once again made the makeshift horse rock back and forth.
„Uuuhhmmm! Mhhmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!“
Tied like she was, she would be able to reach the peak by herself! She accelerated her moves when suddenly, Jean tied a rope around her bound wrists and pulled them back, forcing her to arch back her upper body before tying it off to the beam`s end.
„Just to keep you from pulling on your crotch rope with your fingers!“
Then, he placed a chock under the skids and the horse stopped rocking. Madalina increased her moves, but she now could not move it any longer. Also, the chock had turned the beam she was sitting on into an angle that made her slid against one end, causing her arms to stretch painfully. Now, moving and rocking her hips became a fight against gravity.
„Mmmhhrrrrrrrrr! Nnnnnngggggg! Mmmhhmmmmph! Mph!“
Madalina fought with all her might, but now, her movements were limited just enough to prevent her from getting over the brink. She was sliding down the beam, held only by her arms and just could not move her hips enough! With a groan of sheer frustration, she looked up to her captors.
„Madalina, 28, Romanian, French, Russian.“
Jean placed the sign beside her pedestal. Since they had spied at her for weeks, they knew these details without asking her. They looked at Madalina`s futile struggles for a while. Then, they laughed and went off to change clothes, too.
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