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Preface:
Although the famous Rif rebellion took place farther North than our story, it is quite likely that some Moroccan groups were rebelling in the South of Morocco at the same time, too. We are still in the year 1925 and our heroines, Sally and Dorothea, have just reached the beautiful island of Madeira.
Chapter one
„I wish I could stay here forever!“
It had been Sally`s spontaneous reaction when seeing the landscape at Madeira and though this was not possible for several reasons, she and Dorothea had decided to stay at least for one or two weeks.
Their trip across the Atlantic had started with some exitement, for during their first night at sea, whilst still close to the shore of Haiti, Madalina, one of the girls they had helped to rescue, had disappeared from the ship. The next morning, they hadn`t got up early, still suffering from the drinking of the night before and so, it hadn`t been before the late morning that they had looked for Madalina and Josette.
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To their dismay, they had only discovered the latter, tied to her bed and thoroughly gagged. After they had released her, she had told them a rather unbelievable story that Madalina had been kidnapped, but more or less with her consent. Anyway, the ship was now too far away from Haiti and so, the Captain just sent a message to the police at Port-au-Prince.
Of course, this incident was quite alarming. However, the description Josette could give of Madalina`s kidnapper fit to Calderon and both Emanuelle and Sandrine remebered only too well that the Romanian had not been too reluctant towards this man`s caresses.
„Let`s hope she found in him what she had been looking for“, Sandrine considered.
Before they had fallen in the clutches of the slave traders, none of them had known Madalina and so, they of course asked the Captain for news on a regular basis, but none of them wanted to get back to Haiti and start another rescue mission.
Soon, there had been the routine of travelling by ship – including that Josette was as talkative as ever. Luckily for Dorothea and Sally, the little reporter was more interested in the stories of Claudine and Francoise who had been slaves of Don Bernardino for one year and she also showed some interest in the theatre where Emanuelle and Sandrine were working. However, when the ship had stopped at Madeira, the two friends had decided to stay at the island for a few days. After all, they still had some problems with the law and wanted to decide what to do next.
This time, the goodbye party became less excessive than the last and by the next morning, Sally and Dorothea were standing at the quay and waved farewell to the other girls. Then, they went to the telegraph office and sent a few messages.
Sally only wrote to Wladimir, telling him she was all well and that she would either leave the island on the next ship bound to France and would be in Paris within one week. Or, if he could manage to take some days off, he should come here and they could spend some time together. Sally avoided the word „honeymoon“, but she hoped that Wladimir would make a proposal once they met again.
Dorothea corresponded to a certain Wilhelm Kluge, a man working at the German Foreign Office. He had been quite a close friend to her and he could tell her what would happen to her if she came back to her country. After all, she knew that in England, maybe the police was looking for her whilst in France there was a small possibility that the two French agents whose lines she had crossed could find out she was there.
The two girls had checked in at the best hotel they had been able to find. It was frequented by guests from all over the world and so, they didn`t look suspicious at all. In addition, the hotel owner was a modern man and since the hotel had a private beach, it was no problem that, even though Madeira was of course as Catholic as the rest of Portugal, women were sunbathing, walking around or swimming in their bathing suits – except for Sundays. Some reflections from the rocks around the beach told that some young men were hidden there with their binoculars, watching the scantily clad foreign women, but none of these ever tried to insult any of the guests.
Anticipating a visit from Wladimir, Sally had booked a room for her own, but the two girls had spent half the night together, drinking some wine and considering their future. Then, the next morning, they had decided to get to the beach when a messenger from the post office had handed a telegram to each of them.
Sally had been about to read hers, but Dorothea seemed reluctant. So, they had given a tip to the young man and decided to go to the beach where they would have more privacy.
The messenger smiled when he left the hotel. He had no idea what the two telegrams said, but this was not important to him. His game was a different one.
He walked back to the post office where he handed the uniform back to the real messenger, together with the tip the girls had given to him and some extra money. He had told the man that he intended to prank his cousin`s fiancee and so, he wanted to play the messenger. The post office`s employee had agreed and so, he had been able to find out the room numbers of both Sally and Dorothea without being suspicious.
Once he had changed into his civilian clothes, he went for a small house that was surrounded by a wall, allowing nobody to look inside. There, in the court, three women were sitting in the shadow of a tree, drinking coffee and playing cards.
„Ah, Brahim, have you got news for us?“
Brahim was a Berber from Morocco, but since he had a Spanish mother, was dressed in Western clothes and was fluent in French, Spanish and Portuguese, he could easily pass as a Southern European, too. It had allowed him a career in the French Colonial Office, but a few years ago, he had decided to support his Father, who was a leader of a rebelling tribe in the South of Morocco. This man only ruled a few thousand men and he was more interested in keeping his little realm independent than to throw off the French, but Brahim was not only his son, he also had become more and more disappointed by European colonialism.
Together with him were Maja and Elisa, two young women from his people. These two had been sent to one of the schools the French had established and in addition, they were related to his father`s house by ties that could be compared to serfdom. Of course, usually it would have been impossible that Brahim just took two unmarried women with him. But he had taken an oath to leave them untouched and to take care of them. For his plan, he needed the help of women.
Whilst Maja, a beautiful girl with black curls, seemed to be a bit disappointed that the handsome Brahim didn`t see more in her than an accomplice, Elisa was rather shy. Like Maja, she was wearing her black straight hair open and was dressed in an European summer dress, but she looked as if she felt naked with all the people being able to look at her – though there were only four persons living at the little house.
The third woman was a tall blonde with shoulder length hair, dressed in tight black trousers, matching boots and a white blouse. She pushed back her sunglasses and smiled at Brahim. With a Russian accent, she asked:
„Is that little bitch Salome Dirk with her?“
Brahim sat down and took a cup of coffee before he answered. He knew that Nymphadora was keen on revenge, but she was a pawn in his game, not he a part of hers.
It had all started some six weeks ago when Nymphadora had been found by the new tenants of the flat where Sally had left her – naked, bound and gagged for more than 24 hours, bent over a toilet and with a rope tied between her legs. Nymphadora had almost died from humiliation when the surprised couple had freed her and she still shuddered from having to pee once the crotch rope had been removed, with her rescuers watching.
Luckily, she had been able to persuade them not to call the police and the woman had even borrowed her some clothes. At one of their hideouts, Nymphadora had found some money and a weapon, and she had sworn to herself to take bloody revenge on Sally.
However, the girl had vanished. Nymphadora had been able to find out that the girl had been at the warehouse where she had left Dorothea naked boud and gagged and stowed into a sarcophagus and so, the Russian had been sure that Sally had went for Paris, the destination of said sarcophagus, to save her friend. Nymphadora had taken the next ship to France, but after two fruitless weeks in Paris, she had found out about a story that seemed almost unbelievable:
According to the newspapers, a Turkish bath had acted as a cover up for white slavers and by going to adjacent clubs and bars, Nymphadora had discovered that a blonde girl who had been acting at a local theatre – the very theatre the sarcophagus had been sent to! - had vanished since then – a girl that matched the description of Dorothea.
Nymphadora had been thinking about asking about Dorothea`s whereabouts at the „Horrotique“ theatre, but then, she had decided to ask one of her old informants at the police first. To her surprise, the same evening, Brahim had visited her at her hotel.
His original intention had been to go to the said Turkish bath, since he needed a very special kind of woman for his – purposes. However, he had been two days too late and when he came, the slavers had disappeared and so had the kidnapped girls. Then, when he had been about to leave, he had heard about a Russian woman asking for the same slavery ring. Curious, he had met with Nymphadora.
Brahim had quitted his job at the Colonial Office, but he still had some informants and so, when Nymphadora had finally told him her story (leaving out some of the embarrassing details), he had started to ask questions by himself.
One week later, Brahim again contacted Nymphadora. He had been able to find out that during a mission in Scotland, two female French agents had been overpowered by a German girl and her Scottish accomplice and had barely been able to leave the country. Then, obviously, this girls had disturbed Nymphadora`s plans in London and then, she had fallen into the hands of Renard, the white slaver.
Brahim knew Renard from his time at the Colonial Office and he also knew some of the people working for him. So, he had been able to reconstruct that neither Dorothea nor Sally had been delivered to somewhere. However, some more research finally told him that the two girls had left for Haiti on their own accord some days after their rescue.
Some telegrams and phonecalls followed and finally, Brahim knew that obviously, there had been a razzia at Don Bernardino`s mansion and that the two girls were on a ship back to France.
„So, all we have to do is waiting for them here?“, Nymphadora had concluded. She still wondered why the man was working together with her, but he seemed to have money whilst she was living on her last reserves. Brahim shook his head.
„The ship will not leave before three days and it will do some stops on it`s way. One of these stops will be at Madeira and there, we will be waiting for them!“
It had sounded strange enough, but Brahim had insisted that she accompanied him immediately and so, they left for Morocco and a few days later, went from Agadir to Madeira in Brahim`s private boat. It wasn`t a yacht and offered hardly any comfort, but it was very fast and so, by travelling night and day, they had reached Funchal after just two days. At Agadir, Maja and Elisa had joined their group and so, they had been able to travel nonstop and so, just two days before the estimated arrival of the girls`s ship, the three women and the man had went into the little house.
Still, Nymphadora only knew that he needed „a girl like Dorothea“ for his purposes and he also could need her help. As a reward, she should get a thousand Pounds – and Sally. Nymphadora smiled with glee when she thought of what to do with the feisty little Scot once she had her in her hands.
„So, this night, we will spend a visit to these two adventurers. And this is where you will join the game, Nympha.“
Nymphadora leaned forward. Sure, he could tell from her appearance that she was tall and sportive and could be a better help in a kidnapping that these two Berber girls. She smiled and even licked her lips. Brahim smiled, too:
„This is like big game hunting. The most important thing is to know whether you are the hunter or the prey. Or“, he reached for his jacket and produced a gun with which he suddenly pointed at Nymphadora. He still smiled, but now, his eyes looked cold when he continued:
„Or, whether you are just a bait!“
***
Feeling a bit like back in school, Dorothea and Sally had taken the telegrams with them when they had entered the water to read them without anyone watching them. In Dorothea`s case, the news were not the best. her former colleague had written that a few weeks ago the Foreign Office had had to pay quite a sum to Poland to get Luise and Anna back, the two agents that had been at Scotland with Dorothea. They obviously had told their version of what the blonde had done to them. The whole affair had not been important enough to hunt for Dorothea, but once she would come back to Germany, jail would await her.
Sally, however, was more than happy, though Wladimir`s answer had been quite short, given the fact he was a Russian. His telegram had consisted of two Russian sentences, followed by the words:
„If you have found out what this means, I will almost be with you, beloved.“
„Come on, translate it for me, please!“
Sally`s enthusiasm reminded Dorothea that her friend still was just an 18 years or girl and so, she playfully took her time soaking her telegram to make it unreadable before she took the letter Sally was waving in front of her nose. Wladimir`s writing was rather poetic and she had learned her Russian from soldiers, but soon, she could translate his words:
„He – he says that he will take – take care that in your wedding night, you-“
Suddenly, she sobbed and Sally saw with dismay that a tear was running down her friend`s cheek. She hugged Dorothea and asked:
„I know that there`s a tradition to cry on wedding ceremonies, but a strong woman like you?“
Dorothea also slung her arms around Sally and tried to smile, though she still was crying:
„Sorry, dear. I am just a silly cow and I am glad for you, but-“, she sighed before she continued, „it`s just that there`s love for anyone but me. I mean, I want you to be lucky for the next 100 years, but why isn`t there anyone who cares about me?“
„I take care of you!“
Sally still held Dorothea in a tight embrace and her chin rested on one of her friend`s boobs when she looked up to her. Dorothea blinked away her tears and smiled wryly:
„I know, dear, but - you know what I mean.“
Sally now brought her body a bit more upwards. Now, her breasts pressed against Dorothea`s and she looked directly into her eyes.
„Yes, I know what you mean. And I also remember what happened when we were that close together last time!“
Dorothea blushed and turned her head away. She too remembered how she had reacted to her crotch rope when she and Sally had been tied face to face. She wondered why Sally wanted to embarras her, but then, she felt that one of her friend`s hand had wandered down her back and caressed her buttock. Surprised, she looked back at Sally again, seeing that she was blushing slightly, too. When she again spoke, her voice sounded hoarse:
„I- you know I love Wladimir, but on the other hand, I-I-“
Seeing the usually confident Sally stammering made her look so cute in Dorothea`s eyes that she could not help kissing her lips. Sally repeated her kiss, but when Dorothea just closed her eyes, she withdrew her face and said:
„Not here, with all the other guests watching. But this evening, I expect you to give me a hen night I will never forget!“
Now, it was Dorothea who didn`t find words. She knew that Sally was into men and that it was real love she felt for Wladimir. In addition, she actually was into men, too. It was just that she appreciated being together with women, too. Then, another terrible thought came upon her:
„Are – are you just feeling pity for me?“
Now, Sally giggled.
„I am feeling pity for me, silly! For 27 days now, I haven`t been hugged, kissed or layed either now! And since you are my Maid of honor, you have to take care that I will be a happy and relaxed bride once Wladimir arrives!“
„So, all you see in me is another pair of hands!“, Dorothea pouted, but she felt the urge to giggle, too. Sally gave her a warm smile:
„Don`t forget that it was you who felt lonely – and also don`t forget that I have got hands, too!“
Hidden by the water that reached up to their shoulders, she gave Dorothea`s nipples a quick pinch – not painful, but hard enough to make the girl gasp.
When Dorothea had regained her senses, Sally had already swam away a few yards, still giggling. The blonde reached for her nipples that still tingled from being touched and hen she looked at Sally, she knew that after this night, their relationship would never be the same again. But on the other hand, she also knew that she would from now on count the seconds until the evening.
***
At Brahim`s house, Nymphadora cursed herself for having been so naive. Or rather, she would have cursed if she hadn`t been thoroughly gagged.
At gunpoint, Brahim had led her inside and up to her own bedroom, followed by Maja and Elisa who seemed to be a bit exited, but not surprised about this. Obviously, they had planned this for some time before – perhaps whilst she had been sitting beside them, because the three of course sometimes spoke in their Berber language.
„Brahim, please, if you are afraid I will lose my temper during our assault at the hotel, I am a professional!“
„I never doubted that, Nympha! However, I think that we three are enough for that mission. For you, my dear, I have considered a different part in that peculiar game.“
Brahim had refused to tell her more, but obviously, part of this ominous „peculiar game“ was to tie her spread eagle to her bed. Now, she realized that it was not only made of solid brass, but also fixed to the floor by heavy screws. Her wrists and ankles were tied with handcuffs and Brahim took care that they just did not cut off her circulation, but fit very tightly. Then, Brahim balled up a large silk scarf and asked:
„Can we skip the fruitless part of you promising not to scream?“
„I only promise you ooouuhhhmmmpphh!“
Nymphadora`s threats were stifled by the wad he stuffed deep into her cheeks and throat. Then, he took another long scarf and wound it three times between her lips and around her head before knotting it off at her nape. Nymphadora grunted and gave him an evil glance, but Brahim wasn`t finished. He balled up another scarf and handed it to Maja who pressed it on Nymphadora`s lips. Brahim had taken a fourth scarf and folded it into a broad band. Now, assisited by Maja, he tied it over her mouth, covering her face from nose to chin and pressing the wad against her lips and the gags already there. Finally, a fifth scarf was tied over her mouth and nose, forcing her to close her jaw a bit and making breathing a bit difficult.
„That should keep you quiet for a while! But, just to be sure...“
Nymphadora half expected him to pinch her nipple, but instead, Maja and Elisa started to tickle her. The Russian bounced and squirmed in her bonds, laughing helplessly through her multiple gags and nearly fainting from the effort. Only when she started to retch, the two girls stopped. Brahim carefully checked her gag.
„Good, it seems that even by thrashing around, you can`t slip off these cloths. I am afraid you will have to stay like this until we are back by the night, but we will do our best to comfort you!“
„Mmmhhhmmph!“
Brahim left and the two girls looked down on her with a slightly puzzled expression. Obviously, the man had not revealed all details of his plan to them. However, Nymphadora, who had just found herself able to breathe again, saw no point in pleading with these two.
Brahim came back, pulling a machine over the floor that Nymphadora recognized as an electric generator. He started it and with some noise, it started to work. Brahim now had to raise his voice to talk to her:
„The side effect is that it will stifle all noise you might be able to produce! But besides, this house has no electric currency – and this, we need for your convenience!“
Elisa had brought an electric fan she now connected with the generator`s outlet and then, she positioned it on the table near the bed. the device worked and soon, Nymphadora felt some cool air on her heatened body. Since the room was rather stuffy, this really was an improvement. However, her eyes now fell on a strange device Maja was holding. It looked like a lumpish pistol, but an electric cable protruded from it`s end and instead of a barrel, it had something that could best be described as a knob made of Bakelite.
She connected the cable to the generator and when she now approached Nymphadora, the Russian could make out a buzzing sound and see that the knob was vibrating.
„This little toy is designed for loosening tenseness, but some medics say it`s also great for curing – Hysteria!“
He laughed and twinkled and Nymphadora`s eyes widened with horror when she understood. „Hysteria“ had been used to describe all kinds of „inadequate“ female diseases and a common cure had been to induce a „hysteric crisis“ - commonly known as an orgasm. This strange thing was a vibrator!
„Mmhhhnmmmm! Nnnnggggg!“
Nymphadora protested and tried to squeeze her thighs together when Maja now pressed the vibrating knob against her pubic mound. The touch wasn`t painful and when she relaxed a bit, she found it wasn`t stimulating either. It was just some irritating feeling down there. Even when Maja pressed harder against her private parts and moved the knob over her mound, Nymphadora felt far from being aroused. She just felt angry and humiliated.
„Maybe, this is more difficult that the man who sold it to me has promised! Well, we will have enough time to find out!“
Brahim pulled the plug and Maja put the vibrator on the bed, as if he wanted to remind the bound woman of the presence of this torture device. Then, he and the two girls left, leaving Nymphadora alone in her bound and gagged predicament.
***
After dinner, both Sally and Dorothea had went for their rooms to „refresh themselves“. They had avoided the subject of spending the night together during the afternoon and the meal, but they had both chosen some light food and only drank some white wine. In her room, Dorothea cleaned her teeth and rummaged her small wardrobe for an appropriate dress.
„I wonder if Sally will love to see me in lingerie!“
A voice inside her still told her that what they intended to do was wrong, but she changed into silk stockings and a matching garter belt, but put on no panties. Then, she put on her laciest bra and covered herself with a bathrobe. If someone would see her on the corridor now, she would look as if she would just spend an innocent visit to her friend and companion.
Nervously, she walked over to Sally`s room and knocked. When her friend opened and let her inside, she had to oppress a laugh: Sally had put on a candle and scattered some petals on the bed. she was wearing a silk bathrobe, too, and in the dim light, Dorothea could see that she was wearing no bra beneath. The blonde could not help looking at Sally`s breasts.
„So, you seem to like the wrapping“, she whispered, putting her hands on her wrists and thrusting out her chest. Dorothea stepped closer and caressed her shoulders through the thin silk. She had to gulp before she could say something.
„I-I love what I see-“, she croaked.
Though she seemed to be nervous, too, Sally now took the lead and opened the belt of Dorothea`s bathrobe and peeled it from her shoulders. Then, she stepped back, looking at the blonde`s nude body. Suddenly, she giggled:
„Two girls, one thought!“
Dorothea could see she was looking at her pubic mound and when Sally took off her bathrobe, she understood: Sally was stark naked beneath and it turned out that both girls had their pubic hair freshly shaved off.
„Wladimir says he loves it if there are no hairs between his lips – but let`s not talk about him now!“
Sally threw herself on the bed and looked at Dorothea who still stood motionless, watching her nude friend. Sally smiled and said:
„Dorothea, I offered to spend the night with you – somethings not many girls would have done. So, the least you can do is to come over and allow me to be just the girl!“
Commanding her around like that was so typically Sally that Dorothea had to laugh and this made her lose her reluctance. She slowly approached the bed and sat on the side, her hip touching Sally`s thigh. Then, she started to caress Sally`s cheek. Sally took her hand. She had closed her eyes and gently led Dorothea`s hand to her breast. When Dorothea cupped her medium sized, but firm boob, Sally reared up with a sigh and she felt that the girl`s nipple was hard. She could feel her heartbeat, corresponding Sally`s feelings to her – nervosity, curiosity and a slight impatience.
Dorothea now sat astride sally and trapped her between her thighs, pushing at her ribs with her knees. Then, her left hand found her way to Sally`s other breast and she started a steady and gentle massage.
With her eyes still closed, Sally let out a deep sigh. It felt so good being touched there after some weeks of involuntary chastity. Of course, she had to think about Wladimir, but hadn`t he joked about „Bring in the blonde, too“ when they had been together, after he had seen Dorothea with that Japanese girl? And at least, whatever this night would bring, it would not end up with her having a blonde baby nine months later.
Suddenly, her thoughts were rudely distracted by Dorothea pushing her knees quite rough against her ribs. Annoyed, she opened her eyes.
„Dorothea, this isn`t a fucking rodeo, I-“
Sally didn`t finish her sentence when she saw that Dorothea`s lower face was covered by a hand that pressed a cloth over her mouth and nose. Now, she could also hear the blonde moan, but before Sally could do or say something, a similar cloth was pressed over her face. She sensed a strange, sweet smell and before there was much struggle, both girls had passed out.
Gently, Brahim lowered Dorothea`s body to the bed whilst Elisa checked if Sally had lost her consciousness. But the narcotic which was definitely an improvement towards ordinary chloroform had worked well and they knew that the girls would remain unconscious for at least one hour.
„They are really quite pretty, especially her“, Brahim whispered, looking at Dorothea`s naked body that was lying half over Sally`s. Maja let out a small annoyed grunt. She didn`t appreciate if Brahim praised the look of other women in her presence. He laughed and kissed her forehead and the Berber woman felt her anger melt.
„You might be glad to hear that now, we will only take the brunette with us. She“, he pointed at Dorothea, „will have to prove if she`s worthy to be a part of the game.“
Both Maja and Elisa looked questioningly, but Brahim just went for a big bag he had brought with him and tossed a coiled rope to his accomplice.
***