„Mademoiselle?“
„Miss! Call me Miss! When will you ever learn?“
The moment she had scolded Cora, the Haitian maid, Nicole Smith regretted that she had been so rude. But this was far from being a normal evening. And this was not her fault, but that of „that woman“.
„That woman“ was Maureen Reilly, her father`s fiancee. Algernon Smith, high ranking diplomate and currently responsible for the pacification of Haiti`s northern regions, had decided to marry once again, despite his daughter`s heavy protests. Though she had died six years ago, Nicole still missed her mother and in her opinion, her father`s new marriage was a betrayal. Maureen had tried her best to get along with Nicole, but for the 18 years old girl, her sheer existence was the problem. She would have preferred to stay at the College and to never see „that woman“, but her father had insisted that Nicole accompanied him on his diplomatic mission. And now, he even wanted to marry here, at Gonaives. As a crowning touch, Maureen had asked her to become her bridesmaid!
It had been Vivian who had been able to calm down the fuming girl. Vivian Ball was Maureen`s best friend, but despite that and despite the fact that she was, like Maureen, some 20 years older than Nicole, the two women understood each other quite well. She had talked to Nicole and finally, she had agreed in becoming a bridesmaid, together with Vivian. However, when she was alone, she still was angry.
„So, what do you want?“, she asked Cora, now a bit less harsh. The Black dropped a curtsy and answered:
„Madm-, eh, Miss Ball wants to see you in the pavillon. She said she needs your help with the decoration – Miss!“
Nicole oppressed a curse. Vivian had insisted in on organizing the wedding ceremony and since tomorrow, the party would take place here, at their mansion, she had prepared the garden, including the pavillon.
„Why hasn`t she asked one of the maids?“, Nicole thought when she followed Cora towards the small house. However, the maid quickly excused herself and speeded away and so, Nicole opened the door.
„Mmmmhhmm!“
Nicole gasped when her eyes fell on the floor of the pavillon. Maureen was there, already dressed in her bridesmaid costume. But this costume was crumpled up and Maureen was lying on her stomach. Her wrists were tied behind her back and a short rope connected them to her bound ankles. When she rose her head, Nicole could see that some pieces of tape were plastered over her mouth. She stared at Nicole with eyes like saucers and screamed through her gag.
The girl wanted to scream, but at the same moment, she was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand clamped her mouth shut. Before she could even think of resisting, she was pulled inside and someone closed the door.
„Uuhhmmph! Mmhhmmph!“
„Shut up and behave, then, no one get`s hurt!“
Nicole tried to look at the speaker. The voice had sounded female and indeed, it was a woman dressed in black trousers and pullover who was holding a gun in her hand. Her head was hooded by a mask that only left her eyes free, but Nicole could see that this woman was a Black, too. She spoke English, but with a strong French accent.
„You are going with us, but don?t be afraid! If your father is cooperative, you will remain unhurt and be free soon!“
„Mmhhhmmm! Nnnngg!“
Nicole squirmed in her captor`s grip, but a hand fron behind grabbed her scalp, forcing her to keep her head still when the hooded woman approached, holding a rag in her left. The one handgagging her removed her hand, but before Nicole could scream, the rag was stuffed between her lips. She moaned and retched, but the woman placed three pieces of tape tightly over her mouth. Then, Nicole`s arms were pulled back and she was tied at wrists and elbows. The two persons worked quickly, but efficiently and after only a minute, Nicole was tied up and gagged and forced to her knees.
The woman now protruded a black hood, similar to her own, and pulled it over Nicole`s head. She had turned the eyeholes to the back of her head and so, the hood blindfolded Nicole quite well. Someone grabbe her arm, but then, the door opened and she could hear Cora`s voice:
„Maureen! she`s coming here!“
So, Cora was behind her abduction, too! Nicole tried to break free and to kick at her captors, but then, she felt something cold at her temple.
„Behave, or we will take your stepmom and leave your dead body as a warning!“
Scared to death, Nicole fell silent. Then, the pavillon`s door opened.
„Nicole, are yoouuuuuhhhmmmmph!“
„Mmhhmmph!“
Nicole could hear the muffled cries of both Maureen and Vivian, accompanied by some rustling and hissed commandos in the Haitian French. Obviously, they bound and gagged Maureen, too.
„What now, Marie?“, she could hear Cora asking. The woman who had talked to her, obviously the adressed Marie, answered:
„If we have Smith`s daughter and his future wife, he will be even more willing to fulfil our demands. And this one here`s enough to tell him.“
More rustling, accompanied by terrible moans and squeals from Vivian, followed. Nicole screamed through her gag, too, but then, she felt that someone grabbed her arm and forced her to walk outside. Nicole once more tried to make some noise, but the pavillon, though only some 100 yards away from the main building, was behind a hedge and could not easily be seen from the mansion. In addition, a gun barrel in her ribs told her not to try anything that might upset her captors.
Some faint moaning told Nicole that Maureen was close to her, but as helpless as her. After a short walk, the little group stopped and Nicole could hear the garden door open. Obviously, the gardener was also one of the kidnappers or Cora had been able to get a second key.
Both Maureen and Nicole had to walk a few yards more. Then, they were grabbed and thrown on some canvas covered planks – obviously a van`s load area. Before any of them could wriggle or flail, their ankles were crossed, tied and connected to their wrist ties. Then, the van`s engine started with some sputtering and the kidnappers drove off with their two captives.
Inside the pavillon, Vivian screamed her lungs out and tried her best to get free from her bonds. She knew that someone sooner or later would find her, but she wanted to get free by herself – to avoid the humiliation.
The kidnappers had tied a rope to the one that connected her wrists and ankles and tied that off to a ceiling beam, so tight that her limbs were pulled upwards and that only her lap and belly touched the ground. They had pulled up the already crumpled skirt of her dress, completely revealing her black, gartered stockings and her panty clad butt. Then, they had shoved an envelope into her panties. Before they had left, the leading woman had pulled down the upper part of her lilac dress. It was without shoulder straps and to not ruin the effect, she was not wearing a bra. And now, by pulling down the dress, her breasts had popped out. Any rescuer would see her nearly nude and humiliated.
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Vivian was a tallish, sportive woman and so, after some two hours, she managed to get her wrists free and then, it was quite easy to remove the rest of her bondage. Coughing, she spat out the rag that had stuffed her mouth after she had peeled off the tape. Quickly, she pulled down her skirt and rearranged her dress. After a look at the mirror, she even brushed her shoulder length brown hair with her hands. Then, a scratching reminded her of the envelope still in her panties. She reached for it and then, she suddenly fully realized what had happened.
„Mr. Smith, help, your daughter, Maureen.!“
Waving the envelope and screaming, Vivian ran for the mansion.
***
„Checkmate!“
Both Taylor and Armand had become slightly bored by playing chess, but Taylor knew that time was working for them. Their captive was a mulatta, meaning that most likely she was related to the upper or middle class of the Haitian society. Besides, she sure wasn`t older than 18 or 19. Taylor knew that this girl just could not have the experience to suffer from real hardships. And indeed, when he poured himself some more water, the girl cringed and mewed.
„Oh, we have completely forgotten about our duties as a host! Are you thirsty, little rebel? Water is quite cheap here, one answer for one sip!“
„Nnggg!“
Defiantly, the girl shook her head, but Taylor could see her strained expression and he smiled. Then, he slowly stood up and stepped behind her.
„Or are you suffering from, I don`t know how to express that – the opposite?“
He poked his fingers into her sides. With a squeal, the girl cringed in her seat and from the way she tried to press her bound thighs together, Taylor knew that he had supposed right: this little rebel needed to pee badly.
„So, you have to, how do you girls say, powder your nose?“
„Mmhhmmph!“
The girl reacted with indignation, but Taylor just waited and after a while, she nodded slightly, blushing and avoiding his view. Taylor smiled and whispered something to Armand who untied the girl`s ankles. Immediately, she pressed her legs together and looked at the Black with some hope in her eyes when he untied the rope holding her to the chair. When she was standing with just her wrists cuffed behind her and the gag still in her mouth, Taylor spoke:
„Well, of course, this is a prison, not a hotel. We do not offer bathrooms for the prisoners, but we can of course get you upstairs where there`s a bucket in each cell for such purposes.“
„Uuuuhhmmmm!“
The girl`s eyes widened. She had seen these cells before and each was inhabited by at least two or three men. She shook her head and tried to speak through her gag, but Taylor smiling raised his right hand.
„Armand just told me that there is another bucket here. However, if we allow you to use this, you must cooperate. If you refuse, you will have to go upstairs! And if you are telling us any lies, you will end up in the men`s cells, too – naked!“
The girl now screamed through her gag, but Armand just held the bucket to her whilst Taylor slowly poured some more water into his glass, causing a lapping sound that made the rebel suffer. She squirmed and panted through her nose, but Taylor knew that he was on the trigger. A more experienced rebel would have been able to stand such a minor humiliation or would just have peed her pants. But this girl was about to break. And indeed, after some minutes, when he asked her again if she would cooperate, she nodded, her now tearful eyes showing a wild expression.
Now, Armand placed the bucket in the middle of the room and opened her handcuffs. The girl wanted to rip the cloth from between her lips, but Taylor had drawn his revolver.
„Later, little rebel! Now, just follow nature so we can start talking with you!“
The girl looked at them with dismay. Both men were standing just a yard away, looking at her. The table, the chairs, the door – everything she could have hidden behind was behind these two men`s backs. She tried to fight down her urge to pee, but she knew that the only alternative was wetting her panties. With numb fingers, she opened her belt and lowered her trousers and panties, trying to cover as much of her private parts as possible when she sqatted upon the bucket.
When she was finished, Taylor just wanted to allow the embarrassed girl to ungag herself when he heard a knock at the door. Cursing, Armand rose and quickly retied the girl`s wrists behind her back, leaving her literally with her pants down. Taylor went for the door and quickly talked to the policeman who had interrupted him. When he returned, his face showed an expression of concern.
„Major Smith has just phoned! Bad news! It seems that the accomplices of this little rebel have just kidnapped his daughter and his fiancee. They demand that we release her, together with withdrawing our troops from the North!“
Now, Armand could see that the rebel girl had started to tremble. On the one hand, her situation had improved for now, her friends had a possibility to get her free. On the other hand, she still was in Taylor`s hands and she was the only one who knew anything about the abductors.
***
The waters of the little bay where Don Bernardino`s mansion lay was quite shallow and so, the yacht had to drop anchor some 200 yards off the shore. Calderon and four of the crew were pulling the dinghi through the waves. He was sitting at the bow, but from time to time, he looked at the large steamer trunk that was standing in the boat`s centre. No sound emerged through the two holes in the lid. Calderon remebered how they had taken care of that some six hours before.
First, they had gagged the three girls by stuffing their mouths to capacity with moistened cotton wool that was so dense that hardly a peep could evade their throats. Then, the muzzle gags had been added, so tight the girls gad to bite down hard on their huge gags, pressing the cotton wool to a solid lump. Then, the men had tied the girls`s arms at wrists and elbows, crushing their joints together and forcing them to thrust out their bare boobs. Calderon examined the row of naked women who panted through their noses and squirmed in the men`s vice grips. Then, he produced a small silk bag that contained the panties the girls had been gagged with during their abduction from Paris. The fragrance still was strong.
He took the one that had belonged to Emanuelle and had been used as a gag to Sandrine. He pulled it over Madalina`s head, placing the crotch part over her nose, and then, he twisted some cotton wool and stuffed her ears. Another sailor now pulled a silk stocking over her head, then, he wrapped her entire head with tape, leaving only her nose free.
Meanwhile, he had hooded Emanuelle with the panties of the little Japanese that had been in Madalina`s mouth whilst Sandrine got those of Emanuelle. Both had their ears stuffed before their heads disappeared under a stocking and layers of tape.
By squeezing the helpless women`s nipples, the men ensured that the gags were as soundproof as possible without suffocating the girls. Satisfied, Calderon nodded:
„Let`s make sure that these can`t alert the coast guard, even if the men are sitting on their laps!“
More rope pinned the captive`s arms to their torsos whilst their finges were encased with tape. Calderon thought of crotch roping his victims, but decided against it. Now, there was no time for entertainment.
Instead, they tied the girls`s legs, encircling them with some dozen yards of rope and even tying their big toes together. Then, the three were folded into three and secured in that position with more rope. Now, each woman was tied into a tiny ball and could not even twitch. Calderon ordered to put them into three canvas bags before they were carried to the steamer trunk that was hidden in the coal shed. Once the three girls were stuffed inside and the lid was locked, they covered it with some dirty sacks that even from short distance looked like a heap of coal.
When Calderon came back on deck, he dabbed the sweat from his forehead and suddenly, he had to oppress a laugh. He saw that instead of his handkerchief, he had used the remaining pair of panties, a pair that had belonged to Madalina, for that purpose. Smiling, he put these back into his pocket, hoping the coast guard would not do body searches.
Any other evidence of the girls`s presence was thrown overboard and so, when an U. S. Navy patrol boat stopped them some 20 minutes later and some Marines came aboard, they could not find anything suspicious. Two men even examined the coal shed, but none of them could see the trunk and the girls, blindfolded and deafened, were totally unaware that rescue was so close.
Inside the box, Madalina was sure that she would die. Like her fellow captives, she had been stowed inside this trunk before, but now, her restraints were even more tight and she could not move a muscle. In addition, breathing was something that needed her full concentration. Whilst her mouth was stuffed so full she ciould not even think of getting some air, her nose was only covered by Emanuelle`s panties and the tight stocking. But in addition, she was stuffed into a sack and then into the trunk who itself was covered with more canvas and positioned inside a hot and stuffy room.
Finally, a gentle faint relieved all three girls from their predicament and so, it was only when they were dragged on deck and then lowered to the dinghi that some fresh cool air reached their tiny prison. It was just enough to keep them alive when the boat was manoevered to the coast where now a tall man was waiting for them.
Calderon was glad when he recognized the man. It was Vince – Vincent Carmichael, leader of Don Bernardino`s bodyguards. Vince, who measured some 6`7``, was a slender, but muscular blonde man who looked so British that even if he had worn a dress or a raffia skirt, he would have looked like a Lord from the Midlands. Calderon knew that Vinve had become a Captain during the Great War, but later had quitted service and started to work as a bodyguard. Like Calderon, he was serving Don Bernardino for some three years now and the two men had become quite good friends.
„We are really becoming international“, he thought. Don Bernardino was a born Italian who had left for Argentina as a boy some 50 years ago, but now was living on Haiti that currently was occupied by the USA. He himself was from Paraguay, but had been raised in Spain and later settled in Argentina. Vince was British and now, he brought the three women, two French and one Romanian.
Don Bernardino`s obsession with having a harem was somehow ridiculous, since he now was above 60 and obviously, he hardly visited the girls`s beds. But he already had four female slaves, two more French and two Americans, and also, there were Juliette and Leah.
Juliette was a small, but busty mulatto girl from Port-au-Prince who nominally was a part of the harem, but enjoyed some privileges and had not to be hindered from leaving the mansion. Leah, however, was a black woman from the centre of Haiti. She was a Voodoo priestess and obviously, Don Bernardino used her influence to persuade the superstitious people around to work for him and to keep their mouths shut to the Americans.
Leah was a beauty, but nobody, not even Don Bernardino, had dared to put a hand on her so far. Calderon doubted that she had real magic powers, but she had an aura of power and he knew that, although she was not really interested in any of Don Bernardino`s business outside the island, she was the real ruler of this mansion. Usually, she was welcoming him, too, to be the first to examine the new slaves, and so, Calderon was surprised to see only Vince.
The two friends embraced each other, but whilst the men brought the trunk to the coast, Vince took Calderon aside and spoke. Since they were both speaking English, none of them had to lower his voice.
„So, you were successful in filling the rows of the old man`s harem. Well, they will have plenty of room.“
„What happened?“
Calderon knew that Don Bernardino sometimes got weary of some of his slave girls. Luckily, when he ordered him to „make them disappear“, this didn`t mean killing them. Instead, these girls were brought somewhere far away with the yacht and left somewhere close to a village or town, equipped with some money and a set of clothes. Of course, these women would alert the police immediately, but all they could tell was that they had been at a luxurious palace somewhere on a tropical island. So, even if the police believed these stories and even if they concluded from some details that the island had been Haiti, they still had no idea where to search, since those who knew Don Bernardino`s face were not working together with the police.
But usually, it was Calderon`s job to take care of such „back transports“. He actually had expected such an order, since he was just bringing some „new toys“, but it seemed that Vince was talking about something else.
„The girls have run away. They had been allowed to bathe in the sea and they took the boat and disappeared.“
Now, Calderon`s jaw dropped down. The mansion was surrounded by steep rocks, thorny bushes and a impenetrable maze from three sides, with only a narrow path parting that natural barrier. Since the path was permanently guarded, the bay was only accessable by people from the mansion and so, it was not unusual that the slaves were allowed to bathe and swin in the sea. But usually, at least three men armed with guns guarded them to prevent any escape attempts.
„At least, it wasn`t my fault. I had left for Port-au-Prince together with the Don and some men. And Leah obviously was busy with mixing some herbs and so, it was just Juliette, four guards, of whom two were at the path, and the kitchen personnel.“
Vince showed a smile before he continued:
„They must have planned that for a longer time. You remember that they had been quite rebellious in their first months? However, this changed – not at once, but peu a peu, as if they had given in to their fate. And so, they persuaded Juliette to prepare a surprise party for the Don when he would come back.“
Calderon laughed. This idea had written „escape plan“ in big letters on it, but he knew that Juliette was pretty, charming and willingly to get to bed with any man, but also quite naive. Vince went on with his story:
„They wanted to prepare a dinner and also have the hall decorated and so, the two guards left and all the personnel had to help, too. And then, they asked Juliette if they could take a quick bath in the sea, for the Don loves the taste of salt on a woman`s skin.“
The naive Juliette had agreed and so, it had been only her to take a look at the four bathing women. She had taken a gun with her, but the four had quickly overpowered her and left her bound and gagged whilst they boarded the little boat and disappeared.
„After a while, Juliette managed to free herself and alerted the guards but then, they had already disappeared from view. And since then, we haven`t found them. It`s some four days now and all we have is the boat which we found shattered on the coast!“
Calderon gulped before he asked Vince:
„Do you-, do you think that they drowned?“
Vince shook his head.
„Then we would have found at least one corpse, too. And besides, my intuition tells me that they are somewhere out there.“
Calderon wasn`t sure whether Vince was just expressing his hope. Abducting girls to become slaves was one thing, but if these women had die, they were both murderers. On the other hand, if the girls had escaped, they could perhaps reach an outpost of the Americans, too.
„Well, now that I am here, I can assist you and sure, we will find them before next sundown. How did the Don take it?“
„Oh, compared to Leah, he was almost calm and friendly. She has taken care of Juliette`s punishment and I am quite sure that she only accepted Don Bernardino`s order to not hurt her permanently with gritted teeth. However, I am afraid that this means our new guests will have to prove that they are – less willingly to leave before they will be given some freedom inside the palace.“
Calderon looked at the steamer trunk. His men had opened the lid and also pulled the sacks from the women`s heads, allowing them to breathe. He could see from the little movement they could make that they all were alive, but he doubted that they would be too grateful about that since now, it would be Leah`s purpose to give them some strict education.
„Well, let`s get them inside, there is no reason to stand here and to mourn about spilled milk!“
***
About the same time, some 100 miles away, Dorothea and Sally decided that by now, Josette sure was sleeping soundly. After another annoying day with the talkative little reporter, they had decided to get rid of her, since she had already announced that she would follow the two on their researches, since she thought that this would be more interesting than her actual job.
At Port-au-Prince, the three women had checked in at the same hotel. Dorothea and Sally had pretended that they would stay for some days, but they had already decided to leave early the next morning. A public bus was leaving for the North at six o`clock and since they had no idea where to start, any direction was good. But before, they wanted to get rid of their brown haired pain in the ass.
During supper, they had encouraged Josette to drink quite some wine and when they had went to bed, they were sure that the reporter would sleep like a rock. Both had packed their suitcases and changed into johdpurs, boots and blouses. Sally had been holding a pair of her used panties in her hands.
„Too bad we can`t have her chew on these. But then, she would be able to guess who attacked her!“
Dorothea had prepared some ropes and now, they sneaked onto the corridor to Josette`s room. The lock was no match for Sally and soundless, the two girls sneaked in. A snorting told them that Josette was indeed soundly sleeping and when they approached the bed, they smiled. The reporter was lying on her belly, clad only in her white panties and her arms stretched to her sides.
Carefully, Dorothea ripped a long piece of tape from a roll she had brought with her. The same time, Sally balled up a rag consisting of two handkerchieves. Then, sally grabbed the sleepin girl`s hair and slowls pulled her head back. Josette stopped snorting, but before she had even opened her eyesd, Dorothea had taped them shut and now, Sally pressed the gag into her mouth. Both now sat on the bed and with the ropes, they had quickly tied Josette`s hands and feet to the four bedposts.
„Uuuhhmm? Mmhhuuhhmm!“
Now, Josette was awake, but in her still dipsy and drowsy state, she was not able to pushe the wad from her mouth before Sally had shoved it back in and tied one of her stockings between her lips. Then, she grabbed Josette`s scalp whilst Dorothea further secured the gag and blindfold with several rounds of tape.
„Mmhhhrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmph!“
Josette now squirmed on her bed, but since this was a French bed, she was spread wide and could not move much. Sally quickly checked that all knots were out of reach for Josette`s fingers, then, she helped Dorothea to rummage the drawers and the reporter`s bags. It should look like a burglar`s attack and so, they took all the money and also Josette`s passport. Before they left, Sally went to the bed and, with considerable glee, gave Josette a hard whack on her panty clad butt, causing the gagged woman to squeal. Smiling, Dorothea did the same before they both left the hotel room.
From the corridor, Josette`s moans could be heard, but the only other room on that floor was theirs and they knew that the room service would not be here before nine o`clock, giving them a head start of some three hours.
„I hope she won`t hurt the poor room maid`s ears too much once she is freed“, Sally said when they were trying to relax for the few hours until the bus would leave. Dorothea laughed:
„Perhaps, they will leave her gagged until the next ship for France arrives. But now, what shall we do once we are out of Port-au-Prince?“
„Well, Wladimir and I could find out that this Bernardino DeRossi is supposed to be involved in some illegal weapon trades here at Haiti. So, I don`t think he resides here, in the capital, where vans loaded with guns and ammunition could be a bit suspicious. Maybe, he really is in the North. At least, according to the newspapers and reports we read, there is some rebel`s activity.“
„So, all we have to do is to find some rebels with American arms, ask them about who sold them their weapons and then get into his hideout and free our friends.“
„Nobody said it would be easy“, Sally replied.
***