Preface:
This adventure of Dorothea and Sally takes place at Haiti which in the time of our story was occupied by the USA. On the one hand, the Americans built hospitals and streets, but on the other hand, they threated the Haitians without respect. So, there were constant skirmishes between the Gendarmerie d`Haiti, the police forces led by U. S. Marines and the rebels, the so called „Cacos“.
People who believe in Voodoo may forgive me that I simplified things, since this is not a documentation about religion, but a damsel-in-distress-story.
Chapter one
Captain Eric Taylor nodded towards the little bronze statue that stood at the centre of the little court. It portrayed Toussaint L`Ouverture, the „Black Napoleon“, who had declared the Independence of Haiti just here, in Gonaives, some 120 years ago.
„Be glad you didn`t have to see how it came!“
Though Haiti had been the second state after the USA who had gained independence in America, the island had since then suffered from civil wars, brutal or incompetent rulers and corruption. Finally, in 1915 the USA had taken the assassination of the Haitian president as a pretext to occupie the island and that was why now Taylor was doing service in that town in the North of Haiti instead of somewhere in the United States.
After the Great War, where Taylor had distinguished himself enough to become a Sergeant, he had found it difficult to return to civil life. After just one year, he had considered what to do and had taken the opportunity to serve at Haiti. For the proud U. S. Marines, serving as a kind of colonial police was not really their glass of Whiskey, but on the other hands, they were temporarily promoted to higher ranks and in addition to their pay, they got money from the Haitian Government. All they had to do was to take care of the Haitian rebels – which had turned out to be more straining than serving in the trenches.
Eric Taylor, now Captain of the Gendarmerie d`Haiti in Gonaives, had succeeded in learning French during his five years of service, but except for that, he had had little success in oppressing the Cacos who were often supported by the people and who could easily disappear in the mountains or the jungle. Spitting on the ground, he entered the police office.
„Capitaine?“
It was Armand, a tall, muscular Black, like most of his men. Though he was born and raised in Texas, Taylor had nothing against other races and he appreciated Armand for being more intelligent and less corrupt than his colleagues.
„Armand, my friend, please tell me that there hasn`t been another attack!“
Armand smiled:
„Just three thefts and two brawls – a quiet evening so far.“
Then, he turned serious and lowered his voice after he had made sure that only Taylor was listening:
„Capitaine, we have got one of the Amazones!“
Taylor grabbed the man`s shoulder.
„If you are kidding me, you will become responsible for the public toilets!“
Instead of an answer, Armand went for the cell`s corridor and Taylor followed him without questioning. The young Haitian was not someone who told fairy tales.
The Amazones! Lacking a better name, the press had given that name to a group of female rebels operating around Gonaives and adding to Taylor`s grief. Actually, thex were by far not the worst or most dangerous rebel group, but the fact that they were all women had created some legend. Rumor had it that at least one of them was a Voodoo priestess and that their leader was a blonde girl from the USA. Taylor didn`t believe in such superstition, but he knew that a group of determined women could mean trouble. They could easily infiltrate any office, disguised as cleaning women or kitchen personnel. Though they hadn`t caused much damage during the last years, he had not been able to get one of these Amazones into his hands – so far.
When they had passed the row of crowded cells, Armand opened the iron door leading downstairs to the „interrogation room“. Actually, most interrogations were done in Taylor`s office, even those that were accompanied by some „rough treatment“ to the prisoners, but this cellar room still existed from the time the police office had been built some 50 years ago. It looked rather unspectacular and the only remarkable thing was that it had electric light. But in fact, it was just a windowless room of some ten squaremeters that was only equipped with a matress, a table and three chairs. But now, one of these chairs was occupied.
Taylor could see a petite figure sitting on it. According to what Armand had said, it was a woman, though a canvas sack was hiding her head and half of her upper body. Her hands were cuffed behind the backrest and in addition, a rope had been tightly wound around her torso and arms to secure her to the backrest. The legs, covered by ragged trousers, were tied to the chair`s front legs.
Armand stepped behind the captive and pulled the bag from the woman`s head. Taylor`s eyes fell on her face. The girl had a rather fair complexion – obviously a mulatto rather than a Black – and had black, shoulder length curls and brow eyes that watched him with a mixture of fear and defiance. A dirty cloth had been tied tightly between her lips, cutting into the corners of her mouth, and from the way her cheeks bulged Taylor could tell her mouth was also stuffed with something. When Taylor gently grabbed her chin, she grunted angrily and turned her head away.
„Have you already interrogated her?“, he asked Armand. The fact that the girl showed no bruises and that her clothes were in relatively good shape told him that they at least hadn`t tried it the hard way. However, Armand shook his head.
„She refused to talk and so, we just gagged her again and decided to wait for you. that`s some eight hours from now, so maybe, she has changed her mind now.“
The woman glanced at Armand and mumbled something through her gag that didn`t sound like a friendly hello. Taylor now recognized a pendant dangling from a leather band around her neck. He reached for it.
„Mmhhmmph!“
The woman protested, but Taylor just ripped the pendant from her neck. To his amazement, it was a silver Dollar, with a little hole that one could put a band through it and wear it as a pendant. The side with the eagle had been worked on, to give the bird the appearance of a Caco, the bird the rebels were named after.
„So, this little coin tells me that you are a rebel. Do you know what we do with rebels?“
The woman remained silent and Taylor suddenly reached forward, grabbed her collar and ripped her shirt open. She screamed into the rag stuffing her mouth and tore on her bonds. She was wearing nothing underneath and Taylor looked down on her medium sized, but well shaped breasts. He kept on staring at her breasts until he could see her blushing and lowering her head.
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„You do not look as if you have suffered any hatdships so far. However, there is no need that you have to suffer now.“
Gently, he reached for her shirt and closed it. Some of the buttons had been ripped off, but finally, the girl was more or less covered.
„If you are a rebel, you will end up in prison for at least ten years. And the hard labour will take care that if you survive these ten years, you will look as if it had been thirty once you will be released. And if we find out that you had been involved in killing an U. S. citizen, you will be executed.“
All the time, Taylor had spoken friendly and in a soft voice and the woman now looked at him questioningly. Taylor smiled and whispered, as if he was having a secret in front of Armand:
„However, if you cooperate with us and help us to get the other members of your gang, we will be cooperative, too. We can not only set you free, but also get you to another state where you won`t have to suffer from any revenge by former friends. So, rebel girl, what do you say?“
The woman blinked when she looked at him, but then, she shook her head. Taylor nodded gravely, as if he had expected such a reaction. Then, he bent over to Armand and whispered something into his ear. The Black smiled and went upstairs. Taylor sat himself on one of the chairs.
„I really hate becoming violent to a pretty young girl like you, I really hate it! On the other hand, I can understand that you might need some time to decide. So, since Armand told me it`s a quiet evening so far, we will give you that time.“
„Mmhmmph!“
Armand came back, carrying a large pitcher filled with water, two glasses and a chessboard. The girl looked questioningly when they put the figures on the board and began to play, completely ignoring her.
Neither Taylor nor Armand were good chess players, but Taylor was quite good in interrogations. He was quite sure that his plan would work and when he looked at the bound and gagged woman`s expression when he poured some water into his glass, he smiled. Time would be on his side!
***
„Oh no, it`s Chatterbox again!“
Dorothea sighed. Said „Chatterbox“ was Josette Mirabeau, a young reporter from a newspaper at Brest. According to their short acquaintance, both Dorothea and Sally could tell she was very curios, very talkative and obviously had no other hobbies than talking to them.
Of course, the ship didn`t offer that many other distractions. It was a passenger ship, but Haiti wasn`t on the routes of the more luxurious ones. And Dorothea and Sally knew at least that they had to get to Haiti.
Immediately after Wladimir and Oscar had freed them from the white slavers, they had been hiding at the „Horrotique“ theatre. There, they had spent the next days both with faking ransom letters to Mitsouko`s father and trying to get some information about where Emanuelle, Madalina and Sandrine had been sold to.
Though they had been more than occupied with committing a crime and trying to solve another one, Dorothea had felt a bit neglected during these days. Perhaps, it was because she was the only one without a partner.
Sally had returned to Wladimir`s parents`s house and only appeared on daytimes whilst she was enjoying the pleasures of love at night. Maeva still seemed to be more than grateful towards Oscar who had helped rescuing her. And Mitsouko obviously had fallen in love for Stephane.
Never had Dorothea thought that Stephane, a 30 years old balding man that measured just 5`1``, could attract a woman, but obviously, she had been too superficial. It had started that he had given her some lessons in acting, since Mitsouko wanted to feign that she had been kidnapped and had no idea who her captors were. But after a while, the young Japanese spent long hours in Stephane`s chamber and it was not only laughter that could be heard outside.
„After all, it was me who introduced her into the pleasures of physical love! And now, I am the only one who has to suffer alone!“
But the only remaining member of their plot, Martin, was not interested in women and so, Dorothea could only look at the luck surrounding her. She doubled her efforts in geting some information about the man who had bought the three girls and after four days, they knew at least that the buyer was an employee of a Bernardino DeRossi, a businessman from Argentina who currently resided at Haiti.
Two days later, Oscar and Stephane disappeared with Mitsouko who had been tied up, gagged and blindfolded to look convincing, to meet with the negotiators of her father. After some long hours, they returned. Stephane seemed to be sad since he would not see Mitsouko for at least some weeks now, but Oscar had brought a bottle of Champagne. They had the million! And obviously, the negotiators had not doubted Mitsouko`s story since it seemed that nobody had followed them.
A happy Martin had already started to make plans how he could run his theatre for some more years with his share of the money. After a while, however, Sally and Wladimir retired for quite some time. Shaking her head, Dorothea had just thought that they had not been able to wait for their bed before getting over each other. This had indeed been true, but in addition, the two lovebirds had talked about a serious problem. Sally waited until the others were silent before she spoke:
„Wladimir wants to give his share to his father to help his business. However, he can not just get to him and hand him some 250.000 Francs. His parents are proud and besides, they sure will ask where he got the money from. And so, he will work with his father and peu a peu let some of the money wander into the family business. However, for doing so, he has to remain in Paris!“
Dorothea gulped. Of course, Sally would want to stay behind, too. But then, she looked at Wladimir and she understood. She and Sally would go on their rescue mission together!
The next day, after a tearful farewell, the two girls had left for Brest to get aboard a ship bound for the Caribean. With them, they had some 100.000 Francs and some equipment that matched their background story, telling that they were two history students doing research on the precolumbian history of Hispaniola.
It could have been a pleasant trip, but on the first evening, Josette had discovered them. The young reporter was fascinated about two girls getting to a foreign country on their own, just like herself, and she wanted to know everything about their plans. After some two hours, both had feigned a headache and literally ran to their cabin.
„Phew! I think we could stuff the content of both our underwear drawers into her mouth and she still would be able to get on my nerves!“
Dorothea smiled a bit wryly. Sometimes, she had slight issues when Sally joked about their latest predicaments and mentioning things like that they both had been gagged with another woman`s panties was such a detail she would have preferred to forget about.
However, an even greater problem that was lying between them was some –awkwardness. Of course, it hadn`t been their choice to be tied together whilst they both had been stark naked. And of course, it had just been a reaction to that damn rope between her legs, but-
„But the fact is that I climaxed whilst Sally was watching“, Dorothea thought. And since then, there was something in Sally`s eyes. Not contempt or disgust – it was curiosity. Dorothea knew that Sally really loved Wladimir, but it seemed that she just wanted to know how it would be to have sex with another woman.
„And since she has seen me together with Mitsouko, she knows that I would not have a problem with that, too. Actually, a man would be better, but sometimes, it`s nicer with a girl!“
However, none of them dared to say it loud and so, except for some secret looks when they changed clothes, their relationship remained platonic. With a mixture of fascination and amusement, Dorothea had recognized that their latest abduction had left some impression upon them both: as Dorothea had been able to see, Sally obviously still shaved her pubic hair off – just like she did.
„Maybe, Wladimir likes it better that way. And for me – well, I don`t know.“
Not that both had much time for thinking about such things. Since „Chatterbox“ was talking to them whenever they left their cabin, both spent long hours there, working to improve Sally`s French. But when they approached the tropics, they just had to get some fresh air from time to time, although that meant more talking to Josette.
„Thank God, tomorrow we reach Port-au-Prince!“, Sally sighed when they had escaped to their room at about midnight.
„And you think she will leave us alone then? I fear she will be at our heels wherever we go!“
„Maybe, we could give her to DeRossi, as an exchange for our friends!“
„Sally!“, Dorothea gasped with faked indignation, „this man is just a white slaver and maybe an illegal weapon trader! You can`t punish him that hard, you monster!“
Both girls laughed and then, they playfully made plans about leaving Josette bound and gagged in the jungle if she dared following them. However, remembering the annoying reporter, these plans became more serious. None of them wanted to really harm Josette, but both decided that she needed a bit of a lesson.
***
Don Bernadino DeRossi`s yacht had left Brest more than a week before Dorothea and Sally, but it was a smaller ship and there had been no need to hurry and so, it reached the Haitian coast just some hours before the two girls did.
Since there had been nowhere to run, the three captives had been given relative freedom during the last two weeks. Each had their wrists cuffed in front of them and similar cuffs, but with a longer chain between them, tied their ankles. So, Emanuelle, Madalina and Sandrine could walk around, use the bathroom alone and eat.
However, the chains prevented them from putting on any clothes and so, after a while, they had just got used to being stark naked in front of the entire crew. To their surprise, except for some comments and an occasional grope, they were left alone.
Of course, they had discussed their possibilities of escape, but there were literally none. They were far away from any coast and whenever a ship could be seen at the horizon, the Captain changed the route slightly to avoid a closer contact. The crew consisted of some 15 men altogether and so, overpowering them and taking over the ship wasn`t an option either.
„All we can do is wait for an opportunity to escape once we are there“, Sandrine had concluded and the others had nodded. For some days, their live had been a strange routine, like they were on a bizarre holiday trip.
The three girls had a large cabin with a small bathroom for their own where they were locked for the night. During the days, they had to stay on deck. It had turned out that Calderon, who gave all the orders, was the only one who spoke French.
„As long as you behave and follow our orders, you will remain unharmed and untouched.“
Of course, Calderon`s definition of „untouched“ was rather wide ranged. Each morning, noon and afternoon, the girls had to endure being creamed with sun oil. The tropical sun was hot and they would have easily caught a sunburn, but of course, this was meant to humiliate them, too.
For the rest of the day, they could eat – the yacht`s kitchen offered surprisingly diversified and delicious food - , sunbath, read or listen to music from a grammophone. Or, they could talk to Calderon, but at a cost.
„All my men only speak Spanish and as you already have noticed, they know exactly that I am just kidnapping you and they have no problems with that. They will be to your service as far as their duties allow them, but they will not be helpful for any escape plans you might have. But of course, you might want to know something about your new owner, his business or about Haiti. I will answer any reasonable question, but for that favor, you must allow me to touch you. Five minutes`s the price for one answer!“
First, they had refused to this offer. When they had been alone in their cabin, they had decided not to give in and to sell the remnants of their dignity as expensive as possible.
„We can`t resist forever, but at least, we can resist now!“
The three women avoided to mention the fact that both Emanuelle and Sandrine had been forced to climax repeatedly, teased by the ropes between their legs, whilst they had been stashed inside the sreamer trunk, together with an increasingly frustrated Madalina. Also, they never had spoken about when they had been freed from the box and Calderon had made Madalina cum in front of all their eyes.
Since then, nothing more sexual than getting creamed with sun oil had happened to them. Calderon had never again touched one of them and Madalina somehow deep inside wished that he would do so again. After the slavers in Paris had repeatedly teased her to the point of orgasm, but denied her relief, Calderon`s hands had felt like a shower on a hot summer`s day. She scolded herself for such thoughts, but as time passed, this was haunting her more and more.
It helped that Emanuelle and Sandrine were bursting with curiosity, too. None of them wanted to make the first step, but they all wanted to know more about their fate. So, at the evening of the eleventh day, Madalina made a decision:
„Manu, Sandrine, we must face one fact: it might be that we will have to do – terrible things before any of us will get free. Perhaps, we will never again be free. And so, we should perhaps try to – prepare for it.“
She blushed violently, but the others embraced her and agreed to her saying. The next day, Madalina went to Calderon who as usually was sitting in his deckchair and reading a book.
„S-Sir, M-M-Master“, she stammered. Calderon looked up and smiled:
„Oh, Don Bernardino will be your Master. Just call me calderon, dear!“
„C-Calderon, I-I-I-“
„So, you want to ask some questions?“
Red like a beetroot and lowering her head, Madalina nodded. Calderon gently took her hand and told her to sit down on his lap. Reluctantly, Madalina obeyed. Calderon made her rest on his chest and put his hands on her breasts. Whilst he started knead ing them, he told her to ask her questions.
„W-what do we have to do at D-Don Bernardino`s place?“, she panted, trying to cope with the man`s hands on her boobs. Calderon continued his massage and Madalina was just thinking that he was taking his reward in advance when he said:
„Well, as you may have guessed already, you will not be brought to him to just do the dishes or the laundry. However, Don Bernardino is a busy man and, to tell the truth, he has grow old, though he wouldn`t admit to that. So, you will be – touched only by his eyes for most of the time. That is, if he doesn`t decide to just watch whilst I will be together with you.“
Madalina gasped and Calderon could feel her heartbeat accelarating under his left hand. For a while, he just caressed her gently and indeed, Madalina seemed to calm down a bit. Then, he continued:
„Sometimes, Don Bernardino has guests and he might expect you to be very nice to his most cordial friends.“
„What? What is he? A monster?“
„These were three more questions, my curious Madalina, and no, I would not call him a monster. He is a businessman that has become too rich to get thrilled by normal luxury and so, he has become a bit of an excentric. But he is not just obsessed with humiliating female slaves. For example, he collects art, reads books, ...“
Calderon was a talented orator and so, he lucidly described the details of their future lifes that would not be just a living hell. He talked and talked and all the time, his hands continued to massage Madalina`s boobs. He could feel her breath accelerating and when he played with her nipples, he could feel them getting hard between his fingers. When he just described Don Bernardino`s library, he wa interrupted by an oppressed sigh from the girl.
„Oh, of course, sometimes, your duties will become more – physical.“
He emphasized the last word by squeezing her boobs harder, causing Madalina to cringe and to moan. Her cheeks had reddened and she had involuntarily closed her eyes. Now, she looked up and could see Calderon`s face just inches above her own.
„Sometimes, this might be hard, but sometimes, it will be just like what we are doing right now. Don`t you like it, sweet Madalina?“
Her „no“ came just a few seconds too late to sound convincing. Calderon now let his left wander between her thighs.
„No!“, she panted, but at the same time, she reared up, pressing her pubic mound against his palm.
„If it will be like this, I might stand it!“, she thought.
Before she could stop that indecent thought, she felt that Calderon now was massaging her clit, causing her to gasp and to move under his hands. It began as a weak attempt to shake him off, but then, she felt herself responding to his caresses more and more.
„I! Must! Fight! This!“
She told herself that this was against her will and that her two fellow captives and the crew members were watching. But, as the evil voice within her reminded her, all these had seen her in a similar predicament already and besides, was this really against her will?
„Aaaauuhhmmmmm!“
Madalina sighed with joy when Calderon`s fingers slid inside her. Now, her concerns were washed away nad she concentrated only on the growing passion between her legs.
„She will alert the coast guard“, one of the crew members joked. Indeed, Madalina, who now was ungagged, became quite vocally. She moaned and sighed and squirmed upon Calderon`s lap. She could feel that he had gotten aroused, too, and so, she didn`t tame her passion either. However, just before she had reached the peak, Calderon stopped.
„Oh no, get on, please!“
However, Calderon clamped her mouth shut and when Madalina opened her eyes, she could see that one of the seamen had approached.
„Mmhhmmm! Mhmmmph!“
Madalina lolled in his lap, trying to make him continue. Calderon quickly said something in Spanish. Usually, since she was fluent in Romanian and French, she would at least have understood the context, but she was too focussed on her womb. So, she was totally taken by surprise as another man forced a huge wad into her mouth.
„Uuuhhmmmmph!“
The man forced a towel between her lips, but instead of knotting the ends in the back of her neck, he just twisted them until the cleave gag was tight and held it in his hand. Then, she felt that Calderon had put his hand back between her legs.
„Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmmmm!“
„Madalina, you shall get what you wish, but I also have to talk to the Captain now! So, just enjoy, but let me speak to Jose!“
His fingers began their work. Madalina looked around from one of the three men surrounding her to the next. This was absurd! He was just chatting whilst she was siting on his lap, naked, sweaty and ready to-
„Mmmhhrrrrrrr! Mmhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhhmmmmmm!“
Absurd or not, Calderon continued whilst he talked to the ship`s Captain and so, Madalina had no other choice. Held back by the man who kept her gag tight, she suddenly began to spasm, screaming through the cloth stuffing her mouth in a way that Calderon and the Captain had to raise their voices. When Madalina collapsed on Calderon`s lap, covered with sweat and panting heavily through her nose, she heard him say as if he was far, far away:
„Jose just told me that we are approaching Haiti! And since there are quite often coast guard ships around, we will have to take care of you three. I am sorry, but the convenient part of our boat trip`s over!“
The man who still held the ends of Madalina`s gag forced the staggering girl to get to her feets and Calderon quickly reached for a towel to hide the treacherous bulge in his trousers. When he looked down at himself, he laughed and his men joined in. He was covered with Madalina`s sweat and smelled from her arousal.
„I better change clothes before anyone visits our boat! Ladies“, he adressed Madalina who still was trying to pull herself together and the two French who had watched the scene with a mixture of fear, disgust and fascination, „I hope you liked your trip from Paris to Brest, for now, you will have to spend some time inside the trunk again.“
***