„Oh no, not again!“
Sally had woke up with an aching head, but when she had tried to touch the hurting point, she had found out that she couldn`t. After some seconds, she had realized that she had been bound and gagged just once more.
Her ties were simple, but quite effective. She had ben leant against a huge tree and her arms had been pulled backwards and tied together, behind the trunk. Since the tree had a diameter of more than a yard, it meant that her wrists still were some 30 inches apart from each other, though her arms were stretched out. The ropes were knotted in the middle and out of reach for her fingers.
Her legs were tied at knees and ankles and her ankle tie was tied to another tree, forcing her to keep her position.
Sally was gagged with a huge rag stuffing her mouth and a tight cleave gag. Above that, her captors had slung a rope twice around the trunk and pressed thid between her lips, too, before tying it off. Now, the back of her head was pressed against the tree and the ropes put aditional pressure to her gag.
She looked around and could see that she was still near the clearing, where she had tried to ambush the men abducting Dorothea. But now, she was alone.
„I wonder why they left me behind! Is it because they consider me not pretty enough?“
This thought somehow really annoyed her and she started to work on her bonds. Sally soon found out that she could not slip her hands from the ropes and no contortion she made enabled her to reach one of the knots. Her leg ties remained firmly in place, too and when she tried to wriggle off the rope around her gag, this made a part of the tree`s bark press exactly at the point where her attacker had hit her.
„Uuuhhhmmmm!“
Sally wasn`t snivelling, but she decided to wait a bit until she would try that again. She could feel no blood, but she was sure that she had a big bruise on the back of her head.
When something poked her thigh, she looked down with some difficulty and could see that her trousers had been pulled down to her knees. When she saw an ant crawl over her thigh, she had to fight down a panic when she remembered horror stories about people tied above anthills, but obviously, this single ant had no intention in calling her friends.
Once more, Sally tried her bonds, but still, there was no give in it. She had realized that they were made of thin, strong cord and the knots had been tied by an expert. She considered screaming through her gag, but she knew that the road was more than 100 yards away and the jungle`s noises would have stifled all noise she could have made.
„So, this is the end of Salome the Brave?“
Sally was far from giving up, but for the moment, she had just no idea what to do. Perhaps later, when her headaches had vanished, she could-
„Sally? Oh my god, Sally, what happened?“
„Mmmmhhmmmmmph!“
It was a voice she knew, but the first thing Sally could think that now, her headaches would definitely not disappear. It was the voice of Josette.
„Oh no, now, I will even have to be grateful towards her!“, Sally thought when „Chatterbox“ started to work on her bonds with a pocket knife.
According to what Josette told her whilst freeing Sally, the little reporter had counted two and two together and ended up by five. A row of coincidences had helped her to do so. First, it had been just an hour after Dorothea and Sally had left that she had been discovered by one of the stewards. The boy had tried to find something of value left behind by the two Europeans and had sneaked up to their room. There, he had heard the moaning from Josette`s room and informed the hotel owner who in turn had fetched the janitor to open the door. It had been quite embarrassing for Josette who had only been clad in her panties, to be found by three men, but they had freed her immediately and only made some lewd comments.
Half an hour later, a policeman listened to her story and Josette, who meanwhile knew that Dorothea and Sally had disappeared, too, though they had said that they would stay for a while, was totally convinced that they had been abducted by some rebels. The policeman had told her that the rebels were mainly a problem in the North, but Josette had decided to go on a rescue mission. She maybe was too talkative, but sure she wasn`t a coward.
Sally and Dorothea had taken the money from her purse, but she had hidden some more in her underwear drawer and so, just two hours after she had been freed, she was sitting in a taxi to get to Gonaives, the next big town in the North.
The second coincidence had been that the driver had to stop for refuelling at the same place where Dorothea and Sally had left the bus for what turned out to be forever. She had asked some people about two European women and they had told her that two, a tallish blonde and a small brunette, had left the bus, but not entered it again. Josette wondered why the kidnappers had taken the bus, but she was sure that not many girls from Europe used that bus stop and so, she had paid off the taxi driver and decided to start some investigation. She had walked the vicinity of the little village without any real aim, but then, she had more or less stumbled over the bound and gagged Sally.
Josette had told her version of the story in record time and so, Sally had had some minutes to think of a convincing story herself. She said that they had left unexpected for they had decided not to endanger Josette. After their departure from Port-au-Prince, Sally told the reporter more or less the truth.
„So, they have taken Dorothea, but I have no idea who they were or what they want from her. Or, why they left me behind, for what that means!“
„We must call the police!“, Josette blurted, but Sally reminded her that the village had no police office and obviously no telephone either.
„It will take at least some hours until someone will be here. I am afraid that I will have to go on my own!“
„I will accompany you!“
Sally considered to refuse the offer, but she had to admit that Josette was indeed a brave girl and that she had indeed rescued her. So, she reluctantly nodded.
„Can you walk through the jungle like this?“
She looked down on Josette who was wearing a light yellow summer dress and sandals. The girl nodded and Sally sighed.
„Salome the Brave and Chatterbox are on the rescue mission“, she thought when she looked around to where she had hidden her suitcase. It was still there and now, Josette was more than surprised when Sally produced another gun and a thick wallet containing some 50.000 Francs.
„Who-who are you?“
„Maybe, you will find out sooner than you like!“
She began to look for traces of Dorothea`s abductors and luckily, these hadn`t been too careful in hiding their traces. Josette did her best to keep up with Sally who, in opposition to her, was wearing boots and trousers. To Sally`s joy, concentrating on her way forced Josette to talk a bit less.
***
„So, the game`s afoot!“, Taylor murmured. A boy had just brought a package adressed to Major Smith. The boy had run away before Armand could ask him something and so, they went back to their provisional headquarter at Smith`s office and looked at it.
It was a canvas bag and it contained something soft. The Major frowned when he opened it and recognized the content as Maureen`s dress and Nicole`s blouse and skirt. Together with the clothes, a letter landed on his desk. Like the last message, this one was short:
„If we run out of clothes, we will send you some fingers! Withdraw from the North now!“
Smith took his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Images of his fiancee and daughter, clad only in their underwear and surrounded by armed criminals, haunted him. However, he knew that he first of all was a representative of the U. S. A..
„What now? Shall we start interrogating her?“, he asked, pointing at the still bound and gagged Beatrice who tried not to show her fear. Taylor shook his head.
„By now, they know that we have her. So, even if she would tell us where they are hiding now, they would not be there once we get there. And I am not sure whether they would sacrifice her for the greater good.“
„Maybe, I`ve got an idea“, Armand said. When he saw that both his superiors seemed interested, he continued:
„They implied that they will only start hurting their captives once they don`t have any more clothes to send. That means we will receive at least one more unbloody package. And now that we are prepared, we can organize to follow the one who delivers it.“
First, Smith seemed angry. What the policeman implied was nothing less than to willingly accept that Maureen and Nicole would be stripped naked by their kidnappers! Taylor, who seemed to have read Smith`s concerns, said:
„If the Amazones have them, they are under the custody of women. So, even with no clothes on, some – things sure won`t happen to them.“
Smith remained silent for a while, then, he gravely nodded:
„I will feel guilty for the rest of my life, but I would feel even worse if I betrayed my country`s interests. Let`s wait!“
Now, Armand phoned the Gendarmerie to organize some 20 men who should position themselves around the mansion, dressed in civilian clothes. Then, when these men arrived little later, the three men went outside to instruct them.
Immediately after the men had left, both Vivian and Beatrice began to work on their bonds. During the last few hours, Beatrice had been as silent and still as possible to not draw any attention. Vivian had for a while screamed through her gag, pulled on her wrist ties and flailed with her legs until Taylor said:
„Miss Ball, please, we have work to do and besides, we all can look beneath your skirt! Nice panties, by the way!“
Blushing deeply from this insult, Vivian had stopped squirming and remained still, too. But now, the two women tried to get free.
However, with their wrists tied to the heavy chair, there was no chance to get their arms over the backrest ort to reach for their gags. In a giant effort, Vivian even tried to get to her feet, get the chair onto her back and to walk for the door. However, this plan failed and she fell back tu the chair, panting heavily through her nose.
Then, she realized that Beatrice had managed to get off her boots and now was trying to get closer to her. When their chairs were almost touching, the girl put her feet on Vivian`s lap.
„Mmhhmm?“
„Uuhhmmph!“, Beatrice answered. Then, she raised her feet, higher and higer, towards Vivian`s face. Vivian could smell the other`s bare feet and wanted to turn her head away, but she persisted. Sure, the rebel girl did not do this just for fun. And indeed, with some effort, Beatrice managed to pull the tie from between Vivian`s lips. Immediately, she began to work her gag from her mouth and finally, the sodden ball landed on her lap.
„Phew, thank you! Let`s help me with yours!“
she kicked off her remaining pump and then raised her feet, too. However, when she was just trying to work on Beatrice`s gag, with her dress`s skirtings crumpled around her hips, the door opened and Taylor entered.
„Wow, that`s what I call a quick fraternization – or must I say sisternization? I think we have to secure the both of you much, much more thoroughly!“
***
After breakfast, Leah had allowed the captives to go for the bathroom one by one with only their ankles cuffed. In addition, Leah, now dressed in a white silk tunic that reached to her knees and was slightly transparent, was watching from the open door that none of them went anywhere else but to the outhouse. Then, the girls had to line up beside the cabin.
„The Don will come in a few minutes. I would say that you show him some respect by kneeling!“
Reluctantly, the three women sank to their knees. Each of them had looked for a way of escape, but they had found nothing that could help them inside the outhouse and they had seen two men doing patrol in the distance. Somehow, the presence of these guards mafe them feel a bit more secure. The Don sure would not have sex with them in front of his employees.
Leah took a pair of handcuffs and tied one end around Emanuelle`s right wrist. Then, she pressed her down until she sat on her heels before she threaded the cuff through the chain of her ankle tie and tied her left wrist, too. Now, Emanuelle had to keep in her kneeling position and in addition, she had to slightly spread her legs to keep balance. When Madalina and Sandrine were tied the same way, Leah told them:
„Since the Don wants to see your faces, you will remain ungagged. But if you speak when not asked or try to scream, your lips will be sewed up! You got me?“
The three damsels nodded, Emanuelle with an angry glance, Sandrine resigning and Madalina fearful. They now could see two approaching figures. One was Calderon who was carrying a chair and aiding an old man with a cane.
Don Bernardino DeRossi was of medium height, slim and with white hair. He had a small menjou beard and he looked elegant, but also exhausted from the short walk. When the two men had reached the row of naked and bound women, Calderon placed the chair in front of them and the Don sat down. For a while, he just stared at them. Then, he nodded towards Calderon and said in a French with a strong accent:
„Not bad, not bad. They look a bit dishevelled, but since they have arrived this night, I will excuse that. But are they tame and docile?“
Now, Sandrine stared daggers at him, but fought domn any remark. Leah smiled and answered:
„Except for a little brawl yesterday, they behaved well during the night. But I am afraid that they will need a few more days.“
„I will never become one of your pets!“, Sandrine now blurted and Emanuelle added:
„Fuck yourself, or maybe that black bitch here, but you won`t get any of us without a fight!“
Madalina didn`t dare to say anything. She was too afraid what would happen now. The Don waved Leah towards him and whispered something into her ear. When she turned back to the damsels, she showed an almost frightening smile – a smile that didn`t reach her eyes.
„The Don said he wants you punished right here, in front of him! Calderon, have an eye on these two until I am back!“
Now, since they would be punished anyway, the two actresses started to swear at both Calderon and the Don in a way that made Madalina blush. But after just a minute, Leah came back, a bag in her hands.
To her great surprise, Leah grabbed Madalina`s scalp and when she opened her mouth to scream or to protest, she stuffed it with one of her panties. Then, she took a leather ball the size of a baseball with some straps dangling from it and squeezed this between her teeth, wedging the used underwear deep into Madalina`s throat and causing her to retch. Two of the straps were buckled together at the back of her neck, so tight the leather cut into the corners of her mouth. Another two straps ran together at her forehead and were pulled over her head before they were tied off. The final strap of this gag harness went under Mafalina`s chin, forcing her to bite down on the panties and ball stuffing her mouth.
„Uuuhmmmph! Mmhhmmmph!“
„But I haven`t done anything!“, her pleading eyes seemed to say.
Leah told Calderon to place Madalina some five yards away from Sandrine and Emanuelle who were still scolding their captors. Then, she reached under her skirt with both hands. Calderon could notice that once again she just managed to peel down her panties without showing more than her legs and he cursed himself for still trying to get a look.
Leah pulled the panties over Madalina`s head. The Romanian shook her head, but could not avoid the humiliation. Then, Leah went on her knees, too. She sat there just like Madalina, though she was doing it voluntarily. Then, she spoke to Emanuelle and Sandrine in a tone that made both fall silent:
„You have disobeyed orders and insulted both the Don and me! However, we will both forgive you if you excuse!“
The two women had calmed down a bit after they had been able to yell out their frustration and so, they just looked at Leah. Did the Black expect them to say sorry?
„Of course, we not only want you to apologize by saying that you regret what you did and said. Instead, you will have to prove that you know your place. Since you have so agile tongues, you should use them in a way appropriate for slaves like you!“
„Fuck you!“, Sandrine cried. Leah smiled sardonically.
„No, you will do that pleasure to me! Get over to me and show me what you have got a tongue and lips for!“
Now, Sandrine gasped and Emanuelle and her stared at Leah with disbelief. Did she really expect Sandrine to crawl over to her and-
„Of course, you may refuse to follow that order, Sandrine. But if I don`t feel your warm breath between my legs before Calderon has counted to hundred, your friend will be branded – and maybe not just on her butt!“
Calderon slowly began to count. He was a bit insulted that he was bossed around by Leah, too, but he obeyed. Sandrine looked at Emanuelle with dismay and the other woman shook her head. Then, when Calderon had counted up to 43, Sandrine started to move towards Leah.
„No!“, Emanuelle breathed, but Sandrine now moved faster. She fell on her belly and crawled over the grass, reaching Leah`s knees when Calderon had reached 83. the Black opened her thighs and lifted her skirt a bit and reluctantly, Sandrine brought her head forward.
„Good! Now, do what you are supposed to do!“
The white silk of the skirt covered Sandrine`s humiliation, but of course, everyone around knew what she was forced to do. However, Leah had not forgotten about Emmanuelle.
„You also need punishment and your friend Madalina needs a reward for not having done anything wrong. So, you will get over and do her the same favour! If not, well, a branding iron can be used many, many times!“
„Uuuhhmmmmm! Nnnngggg!“
Madalina shook her head no. She did not want to participate in humiliating her fellow captives. However, Emanuelle was either concerned about her skin or that of her friends, for she quickly crawled over to Madalina.
„I know this isn`t your fault“, she whispered before she pushed her head between Madalina`s thighs. Moments later, the Romanian felt the other`s lips on her pubic mound.
„Just one last thing to make you two show some more passion“, Leah said, „if none of us reaches the peak within the next 20 minutes, your tongues will be cut off. If only Madalina comes, you will be spared and if you make me cum, you will be freed immediately!“
It seemed that this offers had the desired effect for now, Sandrine`s head under Leah`s skirt began to move slightly and the Black closed her eyes and leaned back.
Emanuelle obviously did not want to lose her tongue either, for she now was using it on Madalina who was left with a humiliating choice: she could try to remain as cool and unimpressed as possible – and to endanger her friend`s health. Or she could get into the game – and lose even more of her dignity that had suffered heavy losses anyway. She moaned through her gag and shuddered when Emanuelle now plucked on her clit with her lips. The poor girl really tried her best and now, Madalina made a decision. She relaxed her thigh muscles, allowing Emanuelle to get further. She slightly rocked her hips and closed her eyes. She smelled the strong fragrance of Leah`s body from the panties hooding her and somehow, it wasn`t as disgusting as she would have thought.
„Uuuhhmm!“
Emanuelle now had pushed her tongue forward again, sending shivers through her womb. Madalina now accelerated her moves. She panted and gasped, mewing through her gag, and allowed her body to quickly climb the ladder to ecstasy.
„Uuuuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm! Hhhhmmmmmm!“
„Uuhh!“
A small sigh from the other side told her that Leah wasn`t totally unimpressed by Sandrine`s caresses either.
„I wonder if she will really set us free if – uuh!“
She sighed and then, her mind finally was distracted from coherent thinking. The combination of her hopes and fears, Emanuelle`s lovely tongue and lips and the joyful possibility to escape the horrors of reality quickly brought Madalina over the brink. She pushed her pussy forward against Emanuelle`s face, even crawling forward and demanding more when the French tried to withdraw. Madalina kept Emanuelle`s head trapped between her thighs and forced her to finish what she had started before she let her free. With a deep, satisfied groan Madalina finally landed on her side, glistering from sweat and her bust heaving from exhaustion.
„Bravo!“
The Don applauded and had even risen from his chair. Calderon too applauded and placed himself stratecically behind the chair`s backrest to hide how impressed he really was. Leah, who breathed a bit more heavily and had small drops of sweat on her forehead, rose from the ground and said.
„You really tried, Sandrine, but the time is up and I am afraid that you will not be free. But if you behave well in the future, I will allow you to try it again!“
***
On their way back to their hideout, Allison and her gang had mixed feelings. They had successfully sent their threat to Major Smith, but also, they hadn`t seen or heard anything of Beatrice and they feared that she had been caught by the police or the U.S. Army.
„Poor Beatrice!“, Marie said. She and Allison were in the driver`s cabin whilst Cora and Jasmine were sitting on the load area. The 18 years old Beatrice, who had joined the Amazones just three months ago, had always been the most tender of their gang of five. Both Marie and Cora were Blacks, members of Haiti`s lower class, who had been raised in poverty and who knew how to face hardships, despite the fact they both were just 20. Jasmine was a mulatta, born to a city family, just like Beatrice, but she was the oldest of their group, 27 since last month, and she had been agitating against the occupying forces since the begin of the occupation ten years ago. But Beatrice was just a girl who hadn`t seem much from life. Marie wondered why Allison had allowed her to join.
Allison. After one year, Marie still wasn`t sure what to think about the 25 years old blonde from Albany. It had begun when Jasmine, Cora and Marie had stolen some goods from the Gendarmerie and had been hiding in the forest. Suddenly, Allison had stepped to the fire, a gun in her hand. She had told the perplexed women that not all Americans thought the same about their country`s policy at Haiti and that she would like to join their group. Soon, it turned out that Allison always knew where to steal supplies or to commit an act of sabotage and soon, she had become the leader of what the newspapers now called the „Amazones“.
Now, Allison seemed to follow her own thoughts and when they walked the last 300 yards to their hideout, she didn`t speak a word.
„Hands up and don`t even think of reaching for your guns!“
The four rebels spun around and looked into the barrel of a rifle. It was held by a woman with rather short blonde hair – it just covered her ears – who, strange enough, was dressed in a black bra, matching lace panties and a ragged gown. However, the woman seemed determined to use the weapon she was holding.
Slowly, the rebels obeyed and lifted their hands. Immediately, more persons came from behind the bushes and collected their weapons. To their surprise, the four girls taken by surprise recognized Maureen and Nicole, still clad in their underwear, but now armed with makeshift clubs. The other three were another blonde and a brown haired White, both with long hair and clad in black bras and panties, too. The last woman was a Black, wearing white underwear.
When the weapons had changed their owners, Brenda led her captives to the place in front of the collapsed cave. Then, she said:
„It seems that the wrong people are those who are decently dressed. Unfortunately, all the clothes you perhaps had were destroyed when the cave collapsed. So, we will need the clothes you are wearing! Start with your shoes and hand them over to my colleagues!“
„You have no idea who I am“, Allison said in an attempt to regain the control over the whole situation. She had been thinking about some problems of her mission an d this distaction had let to the point where she and her gang had been overpowered like a group of girl scouts.
„I think you are a criminal whose career has just ended and who will soon see the women`s prison at Port-au-Prince from inside! And now, remove your boots!“
Reluctantly, Allison and the others obeyed. She and Marie were dressed in men`s shirts, trousers and boots whilst Jasmine and Cora were still sporting their maid`s outfits, just without the aprons.
„Good! Now, the rest of it! But we are kind, you may keep your underwear!“
Now, Allison wanted to protest, but Brenda fired a shot between her legs, making her jump backwards before she slowly opened her belt. When all four rebels had removed their clothes, Brenda examined the four women.
Allison, who still tried to look calm and unimpressed and who had her hands put on her hips, was now clad only in a white bra and panties whilst Marie was only wearing some cream coloured panties, but no bra. However, she made no attempt to hide her medium sized, but shapely breasts. Both Jasmine and Cora were dressed in white, frilly panties, matching bras and gartered white stockings.
„Now, you look less frightening“, Maureen said. She had picked up the dress of Cora and handed it to Nicole who looked at her with some unwilling gratitude and had already started to put it on. Brenda kept her eyes on the rebels whilst the others shared the clothes among them. Since there were only two outfits, Francoise took the other dress and Samantha and Claudine took the shirts. Maureen, who had the same size, put on Allison`s trousers and the second pair, Brenda would take once their opponents were securely restrained. They would still look more than underdressed, but it was all they could do for the moment to feel decent.
Now, it was time to secure the captives. Whilst waiting for them, Brenda and the others had prepared for doing so. with the four ropes that had tied Maureen and Nicole, they tied the rebel`s wrists behind their backs. The fugitives from Don Bernardino`s mansion had also brought four sets of underwear and whilst they had replaced their dirty swimsuits by the bras and panties, they had spared the garters and stockings and now used the latter to bind their victim`s ankles and to put them into tight hogties. None of the rebels said a word, but especially Allison was blushing from sheer fury.
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„Now, since we can`t take you with us, we must make sure that you won`t alert anyone before we are some miles away. Unfortunately, our towels were still in the cave and so, we had to be imaginative!“
Some minutes before, they had cut their four swimsuits into halfs. The bottom parts reminded them of the panty gags they all had been forced to wear at the mansion and they thought that such a gag would serve these thugs right. Gleefully, Claudine, Samantha and Francoise approached the helplessly bound girls lying in front of them.
***