Dorothea had difficulties in keeping up with her kidnapper`s speed, though her legs were free. They had bound her arms at wrists and elbows and then secured them to her body by tying them off to a doubled rope slung around her waist and threaded between her legs. This crotch rope wasn`t as painful as others she had suffered from before, since she still was wearing panties and trousers, but it had been applied very tight and the ropes chaffed her middle on every step she took.
In addition, the men had not only gagged her with a huge rag stuffed into her mouth and another one tied between her lips, but also, after they had left the airing, they had hooded her with a burlap sack. Then, they had solved the problem that Dorothea didn`t know where to go by tying a leash to her crotch rope, tugging on it whenever she staggered or slowed down. Since walking in the jungle wasn`t easy when blindfolded, this happened quite often and sometimes, when she could not help emitting a grunt or mew, she heard a laugh.
The men didn`t talk much, but as the journey went on, she realized that they obviously considered her to be a girl named Allison. Allison! The name didn`t mean anything to Dorothea and she was just thinking what they would do to her once they saw she wasn`t said Allison when another name was mentioned: Don Bernardino.
Now, Dorothea did her best to listen carefully. She was quite sure that there were not more than one Don Bernardino at Haiti – at least not more than one that ordered pretty girls to be abducted, for obviously they wanted to get her to him.
„So, at least I will face the man I wanted to meet. What a strange coincidence that his henchman had the opportunity to buy me previously.“
She shuddered when she remembered the slave auction on which Don Bernardino`s man hadn`t even been very interested in her. Dorothea wondered if he had changed his preferences, but then, she remembered that for the men, she was someone called Allison.
„So, this is not just an attempt to add me to his harem. I wonder who this Allison is – or what he will do to me when he finds out that I am not her.“
***
The real Allison was some 50 miles away, but she was in no condition to frolick either. Instead, she was furious to get rid of her bonds and gag and had started to wriggle and squirm immediately since Maureen, Nicole and her mysterious underwear-clad rescuers had disappeared.
The girls had gagged the four rebels who had been hogtied and stripped to their underwear – or, in Marie`s case, to her panties – with the bottom parts of their swimsuits. Not only was it humiliating to have something in the mouth that had covered another woman`s private parts, the girls had worn these swimsuits for the whole time since their escape four days earlier and in addition, they still were tasting of the salt from the sea. All had retched and tried to fight off the terrible gags, but it had been to no avail and now, each of them had one of the girls`s discarcded garter belts tied between their lips, preventing them from expelling the vile tasting gags.
„Uuhhmmmm! Mmhhhmmmm! Mmhhhrr!“
„Mph!“
Allison, forced to calm down by sheer exhaustion, now saw that Jasmine was trying to get closer to her. Unfortunately, her bra had hooked to a protruding branch and when she finally managed to free herself, Allison could see that her left breast had popped out from it`s cup.
„Mph!“
Allison now undestood: it was quite difficult to work on their own bonds, but if they managed to get back to back, they could free each other. With an energetic grunt, Allison turned on her back – and looked directly at the tall man who had just stepped from the trees.
„My, my, what have we got here?“
For a few seconds, the four rebels thought that someone had come to rescue them. Then, they feared that this man was a policeman. At least, he was a blonde White. However, he was wearing no uniform and besides, he continued to speak, examining the bound, gagged and scantily clad women squirming to his feet.
„I don`t know any rebel group operating on this island, but it seems that I just stumbled over the famous Amazones, together with their even more famous leader, Allison. Well, I am quite sure that my employer would like to talk to you.“
This was answered by a chorus of mews and grunts. The man waited for the girls to calm down before he said:
„Well, since I am here by foot, I can only take one of you with me.“
When he approached Allison, Marie made a desperate effort to get herself closer to the man. She looked at him as if she was not bundled up to his feet and grunted angrily through her gag. To her surprise, the tall man indeed stopped.
„Oh, it seems that whoever left you here hasn`t been too thoroughly in trussing you up. Sooner or later, you would be able to reach each other and to get free. But unfortunately, it`s not of my interest that you get free too soon. Maybe, my employer wants to talk to you, too.“
He reached for his backpack and protruded a coiled rope and a roll of tape. Marie tried to fight it, but the man simply pressed his knee into her back, pinning her to the ground, when he secured her ankle and wrist ties with tape and also wrapped her fingers. Then, he turned to her head and secured her gag with some five rounds of tape around her head, too. Now, Marie would not be able to get free on her own accord.
The man repeated the procedure of securing the girls`s ties and gags to Jasmine and Cora. Then, he placed each of them under a different tree and cut three long pieces of rope. For a terrible moment, the girls thought he wanted to hang them, but instead, he tied one end to the tie connecting Marie`s wrists and ankles and tied the other end off to a branch, so tight that the girl could still lie down and squirm a bit, but no longer reach any of her colleagues. When he had fixed Jasmine and Cora in their positions, he turned to Allison. The blonde squirmed and screamed through the swimsuit bottom stuffing her mouth, but the tall man just loaded her over his shoulder and disappeared between the trees from where he had come.
***
„Damned! I can`t believe it! Fuck!“
Brenda kicked at the van`s side. A few minutes after they had left the bound and gagged rebels, they had reached the path where their van had been parked. However, Brenda, the only one of the group who knew how to drive, was not able to start the old, rusty and only provisionally repaired car. Besides, there were no tool boxes inside.
„So, we will have to walk“, Claudine considered, despondently looking at her friends. Only Francoise and Nicole who wore the dresses that had belonged to Cora and Jasmine looked more or less decent. Maureen and Brenda wore trousers and whilst Brenda still was wearing the gown, now knotted at her navel, Maureen had taken one of the discarded swimsuit tops and put on this. It looked a bit ridiculous, like a ragged camisole, and emphasized her boobs more than it concealed them, but it covered some more of her skin. Claudine, like Samantha, was wearing a shirt that barely covered her panties, but left her legs bare. It would be impossible to walk the streets like that without drawing attention.
And drawing attention was something none of them wanted. Both Maureen and Nicole wanted to be back in the safety of their mansion and Brenda and the others had decided to accompany them, since Major Smith could take care of them and also launch an action against Don Bernardino. They could at least tell him more or less where the hidden mansion was and besides, they were four witnesses.
„I tell you what we do“, Maureen suddenly said. When all others turned their heads towards her, she continued:
„We will walk as close as possible to the city. According to the time it took them to get us here, it can`t be that far. There, we will hide in a shed and wait for the dark whilst Nicole and Francoise will get to the mansion of my fiance and tell him – but only him – what happened. He will organize the rest and by tomorrow morning, this will be nothing but a terrible memory.“
The four fugitives were quite sure that they would not be able to forget about their ordeal that fast, but it was quite a good plan, and so, they nodded and slowly walked down the hill, always looking around if anyone was following them.
***
Both Taylor and Smith knew that now, they would not only have to free Maureen and Nicole, but also had to be successful in capturing the Amazones. Then, perhaps their superiors would agree that the end justified the means. Otherwise, they would both lose their jobs, for they had gone too far in treating Vivian.
However, the Major had not hesitated to assist Taylor and Armand in getting the two women down to his wine cellar. This room only contained a few heavy shelves that were fixed to the walls, since Smith only occasionally drank a beer, but it was the only room whose walls were thick enough to stifle any sounds their captives could make.
Once inside, they had forced Beatrice to strip down to her panties. Then, they had leaned her against one of the shelves and tied her ankles to the posts, forcing her to stand with her legs spread. The girl, who was still thoroughly gagged, had her hands still free and kept her arms crossed in front of her bare breasts, trying not to panic.
„Now, Miss Ball, if you would please remove that lovely dress of yours.“
„Mhhmm? Nnngggg!“
Vivian, who had been tightly regagged by Taylor, vigorously shook her head, looking at Smith as if she wanted to say:
„Algernon, for gad`s sake, we had our differences, but remember I am Maureen`s friend and besides, I am the Governor`s relative! Please, make this stop!“
However, Smith just shrugged and Taylor repeated to her that it was just a matter of security, since they had proved not to follow orders that were meant to guarant the safety of the two abducted women.
If looks could have killed, the three men would have fallen dead immediately. With a hatred and scornful glance in her eyes, Vivian undid her dress. She was wearing no bra and so, she was standing topless in front of them, dressed only in her stockings, garters and black panties. She put her hands on her hips and made no attempt to hide herself.
Taylor and Armand grabbed her arms and tied her to a shelf opposite to Beatrice. When her ankles were tied to the posts, they cuffed her wrists, too. Armand, who had ripped the sleeves from Beatrice`s shirt, now tied one around Vivian`s neck and fixed it to the shelf. When he did the same to Beatrice, Vivian found out that this cloth would not block her breathing, but keep her from bending forward.
„And now, since you two love being close together...“
Taylor and Armand grabbed the short chain between the girls`s handcuffs and made them stretch their arms forward. Since there wast much space between the two shelves, they could bring their hands together. Quickly, Armand loosened Beatrice`s left wrist, threaded the chain of her cuffs through that of Vivian and retied the girl. Now, their handcuffs were entangled and they had no chance to reach for their gags or to bring their arms down.
„Now, you can hold hands for as long as you desire! At least until we will look for you next!“
The three men then left the two helpless women alone in the cool and only dimly lit cellar. When they listened at the door from outside, they could only hear the faintest of sounds.
***
When Don Bernardino had left, followed by Calderon, Leah had woken up Juliette to assist her with the captives. The girl, still drowsy, had appeared some 15 minutes later, wearing a blue tunic. Meanwhile, Leah had freed all three girl completely and made them stand side by side. Sandrine looked at her with hateful eyes, still feeling humiliated from what Leah had forced her to do to her. Madalina was staring at her feet, even though Emanuelle had whispered to her that it hadn`t been her fault.
„Now, Ladies, time for you to learn the daily routines here. After all, you have had quite a relaxing time so far!“
The three captives stared at her with disbelief. Relaxation was the least word they would call their latest ordeals. But a look at Juliette and the remembrance of how the girl had been treated the day before helped them not to talk back.
„First of all, the more obediant you are, the more privileges you will be given. Of course, you may think that you might just fake it and then use your new amount of freedom to try an escape attempt. I have to admit that just recently some girls did so. But, always remember that we now are more precautious and so, you will be forced to wear some – extra garment for the time being.“
Juliette had brought a crate that seemed to contain something heavy. Leah bent over the crate and produced something that the girls had only seen in Museums so far. It was a shackle with a short chain that ended in an iron ball.
Since we are gentle persons, these weigh only some 20 lbs and as you can see, the shackle is upholstered. You will be able to walk around, but you will not be able to run, swim or to climb.“
Leah put three of these to the ground and ordered the girls to cuff them to their ankle. The three obeyed and then, things happened very quickly.
With a scream, Emanuelle threw the ball against Leah and a second later, the girls ran for the bushes.
BANG!
The earth splashed up in front of them and they stopped with a gasp. When they turned around, they could see a man standing on the flat roof of the mansion, holding a rifle. Leah, who now held a gun, too, laughed:
„Did you think it would be so easy? However, this gives me the opportunity to introduce you to our punishment system!“
With no other choice, the three women returned and accepted that Juliette cuffed the iron balls to their ankles, one by one. Then, Leah continued to speak:
„Since we want you to become good slave girls, even thinking of an escape will be punished. Of course, we can`t read your thoughts, but once you try something, we know that you have thought about escaping before. And so, now all of you will get two punishes: one for thinking of running away and one for trying to do so. For you, Sandrine, who tried to attack me, it will be three!“
The girls stood motionless when Leah rummaged through the crate. They expected her to produce a whip, but instead, it were three black leather hoods with straps attached to it. Juliette had meanwhile fetched the panties that had gagged them earlier and handed one of them to each of the damsels. Madalina reluctantly took the white garment that had once belonged to her Japanese friend and brought it to her mouth, but Leah laughed:
„Nice to see that you are trying to be a good slave, but this time, you should put them on!“
Blushing all over, Madalina and the others obeyed. In the case of Emanuelle and Sandrine, these had even got their own panties back. They had been in another woman`s mouth, but the garment was still opaque and it covered their most intimate parts from view.
„Of course, this is not a part of your punishment. But these are!“
She took one of the hoods and pulled it over Sandrine`s head. The girl struggled a bit, but after a short while, her head was covered. Now, the others could see that the hood left her eyes, nose and parts of her forehead free and that the straps had been pulled tight and were secured with little padlocks.
When it was Madalina`s turn to get hooded, she realized that at the inside, there was a leather sack that went into her mouth. It was inconvenient, but not very large and when she explored it with her tongue she felt that it was filled with something hard.
Once all three girls were sporting a hood, Leah produced three pairs of what looked like black boxing gloves. And indeed, these were pulled over their hands and the laces were tied tightly around their wrists.
„It will be very frustrating for you if you can still move your arms, but not your fingers!“
And indeed, now, they could not work on their gags, even if Leah had handed them the keys. The Black now held a big key in her hand and approached Sandrine:
„As I told you, these hoods are a part of your punishment.“
She put the key into a small hole in the hood, at the centre of Sandrine`s mouth, and began to turn it. The girl`s eyes widened and she mewed. With her gloved hands, she tried to beat Leah and she flailed about with her unchained leg, but the Black seemed not to notice. When she left Sandrine, she was showing a wild expression and tried to reach for her mouth, all the time making faint, but terrible gurgling sounds.
Again, Madalina was second and when Leah started to turn the key in her gag, she felt the leather sack expand. Now, a memory came up within her, when she had visited a medieval castle and had visited the torture chamber. It was a choke pear, a mechanical device that could be inserted into the victim`s mouth and then made to expand by turning a screw. She remembered from the description that these choke pears could expand to the size of a melon. She involuntarily flailed with her arms and tried to scream when she felt the leather press against her chheeks from the inside. However, Leah had no interest in breaking her jaw. She stopped once she was sure that Madalina could only produce small sounds in the back of her throat and that her cheeks were bulging and pressing against the hood. Madalina felt she would choke but she soon discovered that she could breathe through her nose – if she didn`t make any effort.
When Emanuelle`s gag had been brought to an almost intolerable dimension, Leah waited until her captives had got more or less adjusted to their stifling gags. Then, she tied a belt around each girl`s waist. When she brought two more and threaded one through Emanuelle`s belt, the girls knew what would be next and indeed, the belt was brought between her legs and buckled tight. When Madalina was crotch strapped, she was grateful that Leah had at least allowed them to wear panties. The strap was painfully tight and this even increased when she tried to walk around.
Now, Leah took a third belt and to Sandrine`s astonishment, poured some liquid over it. When she tied it between the girl`s legs, she explained:
„As you must know, I know a lot about herbs and this is an amazing discovery of mine. It will make you grow horny as mad once you got in touch with it. Let`s say I just turned your chastity belt into an inchastity belt!“
„Mmhhrrrmmm!“
Sandrine tried to cope with the belt between her legs and looked at the wet leather with dismay. However, Leah now brought three pendants and hung one around each girl`s neck. When they moved around, it turned out that it were little bells.
„Now, the game is quite easy. For the next six hours, you may walk around, sit down or lie down, just as you please. But: every time we hear a jingling, one minute will be added for each of you. Just try your best not to be heard.“
Now, she placed herself in a deckchair whilst Juliette began to massage her shoulders. For a while, the three captives just stared at her. Then, Sandrine suddenly cringed slightly and, accompanied by a faint groan, the bell could be heard. Leah smiled:
„That`s one minute more. Let`s hope that Sandrine will show enough self control that you won`t have to wait for tomorrow to get some relief.“
***
After several sweaty hours, Dorothea´s captors finally stopped. She sank to her knees with a sigh of relief, only to be pulled up again and leaned against a tree. They left the wrist and elbow ties in place, just like her crotch rope, and tied her to the tree, forcing her to remain seated. Then, the bag was pulled from her head.
Dorothea blinked at the light and looked around, seeing that they were on some rocky ground with only a few trees standing around. The men were preparing for a longer stay, for one of them was preparing a campfire. Another one approached, holding a canteen.
„Some water, Allison?“
Weakly, Dorothea nodded. She would have nodded if he had called her Kaiser Wilhelm, since she was mad with thirst. And besides, she had decided to pretend that she was Allison, though she still had no idea who it was. But she feared that the men would kill her or leave her behind if they knew who she really was.
The man removed her gag and greedily, Dorothea drank. Before she could ask him something, he regagged her and went back for the rest of the group.
„At least, he didn`t take advantages“, Dorothea thought, looking down at herself. Her blouse now was soaked with sweat, making it nearly transparent and revealing her bra. But obviously, these men had orders to deliver her untouched.
Dorothea was just trying to work on her wrist ties, now that her hands were hidden from view, when suddenly a shot could be heard and the coffee pot one of the men had just put on the fire was blown to pieces.
„Raise your hands, or the next bullet goes between the eyes of one of you!“, a female voice yelled. To her dismay, Dorothea recognized it as the voice of Josette. But how was this possible? They had left „Chatterbox“ bound and gagged in her hotel room at Port-au-Prince and she had expected that by now, she was just getting on the nerves of some policemen.
The men showed that they were no professional soldiers. They ran around and one of them even tried to reach for his rifle, but then, his hat was shot from his head. Soon, all six men were standing in a crowd with raised hands.
„Good. Now, remove your boots and get over to the dead tree over there!“
The men obeyed. Since there were thorns, thistles and peaky stones, it took them a while to pass the 500 yards to the mentioned dead tree. It was a good trick for now, they could not launch a surprise attack once they freed Dorothea. The blonde was mmphing with joy when she saw not only Josette getting closer, but also Sally who was holding her gun and kept an eye on the men whilst Josette quickly freed Dorothea from her bonds and the gag.
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„It was Josette who did the talking, but me who did the shooting!“, Sally proudly announced. The girls quickly hugged and told each other what had happened. They looked at the men, but they still hadn`t dared to get closer, since now the girls had the rifles, too, and at least one of them knew how to shoot.
„So, we should have followed them a little bit longer, since they wanted to get you to Don Bernardino DeRossi“, Sally considered. They had told Josette a shortened version of why they really were here, leaving out the part that it had been them who had tied and gagged Josette the night before.
„Maybe, we can hide nearby and when they come back for their things, we can follow them from the distance?“, Josette proposed, but Dorothea shook her head.
„We would have to keep some distance and since they know where to go, we wouldn`t be able to follow them. But I have another idea.“
„What? Bribing them to cooperate with us?“
Sally produced the money she still had with her. Even divided by six, it would be quite a sum for a poor Haitian rebel. But once more, Dorothea said no.
„If they know that we have money, I wouldn`t dare to turn my back to them. And besides, they want me, or rather Allison, but not you, which means that they might think of getting rid of you forever. No, the best thing is if they get me again.“
„Poor thing, you have been in the hot sun for too long!“, Sally blurted, but Dorothea continued to explain her plan:
„If they have me, they will have to slow down their pace and so, you will be able to follow them, just as you did before. And then, you will still be free and able to take steps to get me out, since no one knows that you are out there. You can inform the police or the U. S. Army and then, the hideout of this Don Bernardino will be history!“
„But, you aren`t that Allison! What if they kill you?“, Sally asked with concern. For a while, Dorothea looked at them, but then, she smiled and thrusted out her boobs.
„This Don Bernardino is a collector of pretty female slaves. Don`t you think that I will be able to convince him that there will be a better use of me than to be killed?“
Of course, this would mean at least some humiliation, if not worse, but Dorothea shooed away her concerns and assured the others that she sure would stand one day or so until they had organized a rescue mission. Finally, Josette and Sally agreed.
„So, you are our Trojan Horse. But how do we get these Trojans to get you inside without becoming suspicious? The might not be the brightest, but even they will think it`s a bit strange if you are just sitting here, waiting for them.“
However, Dorothea had considered that. Her plan was to take three of the rifles and as many provision as they could carry. Then, they would pretend that they were heading back to civilization. And if they saw that the rebels followed them, they would feign a situation that would allow them to recapture Dorothea.
„So, you will bathe in a remote sea, in your Eva`s costume, just to attract these thugs?“, Sally asked. Smiling wryly, Dorothea nodded.
„If necessary, I will. If this plan works, there will be some men who will see me naked anyway. But I hope that the last to do so will be a company of U. S. Marines coming to our rescue.“
***
„Now, tell me, what shall do with you now, Allison?“
„Well, you could start by giving me some clothes.“
Vince had freed Allison from her ties and gag once they had reached his car he had hidden some mile from where he had discovered the bound and gagged Amazones, but she was still clad only in her white bra and panties.
„At least, your colleagues seem to have got no clue that you are working for the Don, too. But you have to admit that the way I found you doesn`t prove you are doing good work.“
Allison had been detected by the Don two years ago. By then, the now 25 years old blonde had been working for a left wing newspaper, writing articles against the oppression of Latin America by U. S. imperialism. It had taken little persuation to persuade the adventurous Allison into fighting for the freedom of the oppressed by herself. So, she had been brought to Haiti and, equipped with some weapons and money, had been able to establish her groupmof female rebels.
Of course, the Don had no interest in fighting imperialism, but he had an interest in political chaos. So, he secretly supported some of the rebel groups to keep the Americans busy and to distract them from looking at his business. So far, this had worked out well. Some of the superstitious peasants even thought that the Don was a demon or at least a magician, for Leah, the Voodoo priestess, was living with him. But now, Allison had been overpowered by some of her victims and by the slave girls that had escaped from the mansion. If these would reach the city and could tell any of ther authorities, the Don would need more protection than just some chaos and the few armed men he had.
„Well, I think that you are not that useful anymore, Allison. However, it`s on the Don to decide that and so, we will spend a visit to him.“
***