It was not the first time in Dorothea`s life she woke up after she had been knocked out and so, it didn`t take her long to realize she had once again been bound and gagged. Her neck ached from the blow, but she felt that she would not have to throw up. Since this situation had become quite a routine, she remained calm and examined her bonds.
She was leaning against a tree and her hands were cuffed behind it`s pole. When she moved her fingers, she could feel some sweaty skin and rubbed over some smooth silk. She felt a strange touch at her own pubic area. With her head tied against the tree with loops of tape, it was difficult to look down, but she could see a pair of cuffed hands resting in her lap. Obviously, Nymphadora had been tied to the tree`s other side. When she tried to move her legs, she realized that they were bent and tied to that of her companion, forcing both women to sit with their legs folded and their crotches open to the world. Dorothea was not surprised that she was once again naked, if one didn`t count her garters and stockings. Her mouth was stuffed with something that tasted both bitter and salty and her face was covered with some hood that smelled as if it had been on a woman`s body before. When she tried to shake it off to see a little better, she got a glimpse of red cloth and realized it was Nina`s swimsuit that hooded her.
„Mmhhmmm! Uuhhmmmm!“
Nymphadora seemed to have regained her consciousness, too, and began to pull on her bonds. To Dorothea`s frustration, she was trying to get free with considerable effort, pressing her hands against Dorothea`s belly in the progress and forcing her to arch her legs in uncomfortable ways. In addition, she screamed through her gag. Dorothea moaned, too, but she was sure that panicking would not get them any closer to freedom.
Finally, exhaustion forced the Russian to calm down. Now, Dorothea found the time to look at the place where they had been tied. The sun had risen some time ago and so, she could see the gravel field and their plane. The captives had gone and Dorothea was sure that it had been them who had somehow freed themselves, knocked them out and left them naked, bound and gagged.
„If they could open their handcuffs, then, maybe we can do the same!“
She remembered how Sally had showed her how this could be done quite easily with some wire, but even her friend had admitted that it was virtually impossible to do it without any picklock. Nevertheless, Dorothea examined her cuffs, ignoring the fact that her hands were resting in another woman`s lap.
Suddenly, she felt Nymphadora`s fingers move between her legs. First, she just thought that the Russian was trying the same thing she did, but then, she realized with considerable dismay that Nymphadora was touching her pubic mound.
„All right, we have changed in our relationship from being enemies to allies, but this is neither the time nor the place for this!“, she thought and moaned with protest. She tried to close her legs, but against the resistance of the stronger Nymphadora, she could not do it.
„Mmhhmmmph! Nnnnngggg!“
She protested through her gag that tasted like it had been bathed in sea water, but Nymphadora didn`t stop. Groaning with frustration, Dorothea thought wether she should pinch her companion to make her stop, but then, she realized that Nymphadora was touching her in the most peculiar way she had ever experienced. The other girl didn`t try to massage her clit or to get her fingers into her, but she tapped on her pubic mound with her index finger.
„If that`s a Russian foreplay, it doesn`t work on me“, she thought invol,untarily. Then, she suddenly realized that Nymphadora tried to communicate with her that way.
„Mhm?“
Dorothea stopped flailing and concentrated on what Nymphadora was trying to express. She could hear a sigh of relief from the other side. Then, the Russian began what could be best described as a strange kind of pantomime.
Again and again, she played as if she was putting a key into her handcuffs and turning it. Dorothea groaned with annoyment; the fact that they had to open their cuffs to get free really wasn`t something new! But then, the Russian once again cupped her pubic mound and started rummaging between her legs.
„Mmhhmmm! Nnngg! Mph!“, Dorothea protested and started to squirm again.
„Mmmmhrrrrrmmmm!“
With a groan of sheer anger, Nymphadora pulled her legs as close as possible, forcing Dorothea to sit still with her thighs splayed. Then, she repeatedly rubbed over the German`s shaved pubic mound, interrupted by more fingerplays on her handcuffs. And suddenly, Dorothea understood:
Nymphadora didn`t want to take advantages, but wanted to signal her that the handcuff`s keys were inside her panties.
„Why didn`t she just put them into her bag?“, Dorothea thought with dismay. But then, she thanked god for her companion`s decision. Now, they had a chance of getting free. However, the way to freedom would be rather unpleasant.
Reluctantly, Dorothea began to tug on the waistband of Nymphadora`s panties. She felt the Russian stiffen, but also, she stopped moving her hands and let out a sigh of relief. Then, she opened her thighs as far as she could.
Slowly, Dorothea pushed her hand forward. She could feel her fingers brush through the other`s strip of pubic hair and hoped that the moisture she felt was just sweat. She let her fingers wander over Nymphadora`s pubic mound, but she realized that the small key sure was further below. She would have to explore between the Russian`s legs.
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„Mph!“
Nymphadora let out a small sound of disgust when Dorothea pushed her fingers deeper into her panties, but she managed to hold still until the German could indeed feel something hard. With the help of her other hand, she finally managed to fish the key from Nymphadora`s underwear. For a few seconds, she just sat there and panted, but then, an impatient poke from Nymphadoras reminded her that she still had work to do.
However, the next task was not only much less humiliating, but also much easier. Dorothea opened her handcuffs and brought her hands forward. She resisted pulling on the tape pressing her head against the tree and freed Nymphadora`s wrists first. Then, with some arching and bending, the two girls managed to free their legs and to loosen the tape and their humiliating hoods. Sitting side by side, the two girls worked on the knots of their cleave gags.
„Phew!“
Nymphadora spat out a white silk ball, followed by some drool. When Dorothea had removed her gag and pulled out the wad stuffing her mouth, she saw it were the black panties that had originally been Sally`s and had been used to gag Nymphadora and to hood Melina later. She now was the fourth woman to get in contact with the sullied underwear, but this had been a strange kind of lucky coincidence: had the girls gagged her with Nymphadora`s panties, they sure would have discovered the key – or it would have been trapped inside the Russian`s mouth, close, but unreachable.
„For a while, I was wondering if you were still looking for the key“, Nymphadora said with a hoarse voice. With dry lips, Dorothea formed a kiss and suddenly, both women laughed with relief and hugged each other, not caring that their bare boobs touched in the progress.
Then, they rose and examined the area. There was no sign of any person around. This, however, wasn`t the worst thing for the moment, given the fact that both girls were nearly naked. Dorothea shook out her bra and put it on. Then, with a grimace of disgust, she peeled her panties that were still wet with Nymphadora`s saliva up her legs. They felt strange on her pubic area, but they were better than nothing and the only alternative would have been Sally`s panties that had gagged her before.
The only other cloth they had were the scarf that had cleave gagged Nymphadora and the two swimsuits. The latter, however, proved to be too narrow for Nymphadora and the scarf didn`t cover her large boobs properly either. With a sigh, she decided to go topless, but for no particular reason, she picked up Sally`s panties and took them with her when they approached the plane.
As they had feared, the girls had taken all food and water with them and had also taken the blanket. Nymphadora rummaged the plane if she could find something to cover herself with. Suddenly, she let out a cry of joy.
„Have you found two sets of dresses in our size?“; Dorothea asked.
„Better! Much better!“, Nymphadora answered. When she appeared from inside the plane`s rump, she presented a two gallon canister filled with Kerosine.
„You – you mean the plane has not been destroyed?“, Dorothea asked with disbelief. To her, the landing had been hard and unpleasant. But Nymphadora had already begun to fill the Kerosine into the tank.
„I will leave a bit, so we can light a fire if the plane`s really damaged. But I am almost sure it just needs some petrol.“
Dorothea knew that their situation hadn`t improved too much, even if Nymphadora was able to start the plane. They still had nearly no clothes and if they reached a town or village, everyone would notice the plane, of course. However, waiting here without any food or water wasn`t an option either.
Nymphadora now climbed at the pilot`s seat and told Dorothea to fetch the joystick the girls had left by the tree they had tied them to. Then, the German had to work on the propeller once more.
After a few attempts, the engine started with some sputtering sounds and it turned out that the undercarriage was slightly warped, but the wheels still turned and so, Dorothea entered the plane, too.
„The petrol will get us at least some 50 miles from here! There, we will sure find someone to help us!“, Nymphadora yelled. Dorothea was less confident, but since this was their only chance, she tried to relax as Nymphadora managed to get the plane into the air.
***
About the same time, but some 300 miles away, Sally tried to prove her captors that she could stand any hardships without behaving like a snifling sissy. The only problem was that her own body was trying to betray her.
Sally had lowered herself to one side and had tried to fold her body into a fetal position to hide her private parts from view a bit. However, getting her legs closer together made her pubic mound trust out a little -not much, but with the tight strap pressing agains ti, even that little more in pressure did hurt a bit. Ans so, she had relaxed a bit, trying to find a position that would combine a minimum of pain with a maximum of decorum.
She had watched her captors who were once again sitting in the boat`s stern. Brahim, who was steering, was wearing sunglasses and so, she could not say if he was just watching the route or occasionally looking at her. Maja had loosened her headscarf and was letting the wind twirl her black curls. Sally could see that she was looking if Brahim noticed what she was doing. Showing her hair to a man who was neither her husband nor her father was quite an indecent thing to do for a Muslim woman, but he had seen her already like this and it seemed that he wasn`t interested in his maid and pretended not to see her at all. Elisa, on the other hand, was looking at Sally with an expression of compassion.
„If we have reached the shore and Brahim will be away, I might convince her to tie me up a bit more lenient and then, I might overpower her“, Sally told herself. Then, she felt the pressure between her legs increase. Sally bit down on her gag. This caused some saliva to run down her throat – saliva that had been filtered by Nymphadora`s still vile tasting panties. Sally retched and involuntarily moved her folded legs a bit. This little movement made the thong slide a bit deeper between her buttocks and took some pressure from her pussy. Before she even knew what she was doing, Sally had squirmed with relief and this felt almost like a human finger on her clit.
„Uuuhhmmm!“
„Ah, so you are starting to enjoy, Sally?“
Sally glanced at him and forced herself to remain calm. However, the leather was getting dryer and dryer. The sun and the wind took care that her skin was not covered with sweat and so, the only chance to get the leather wet again would be the very thing she wanted to avoid.
The progress was slowly, but steadily and finally, Sally had to turn on her back and to spread her bent legs to minimize the pressure on her pussy. Now, she felt sweat on her skin, but the film of perspiration did too little to stop the leather from shrinking. The crotch rope turned from an unpleasant touch to a line of fire between her legs. Sally mewed through her gag and shifted her body involuntarily. She sighed when the pain decreased a bit – only to widen her eyes when she found out that the reason for that temporary easement had been the thong had found it`s way between her labia.
Now, the leather would stay wet, at least the part between her legs, and of course, the leather could not shrink below a certain length. But the pain had been replaced by a tingling and itching that almost drove her crazy.
„Uuuhhmmmm! Mmmmhhhmmm! Mph!“
Now, Elisa said something to Brahim. Before the man could answer, Maja blurted something in an angry tone. Sally hadn`t understood a word, but the situation was clear to her: Elisa felt pity for Sally, but Maja obviously thought that if she had to suffer from Brahim`s lack of interest in her, at least she didn`t want to be the only one suffering.
„Mmhhhrrmm!“
The teasing had been too much for Sally`s self control. With a groan, she thrusted out her pelvis and moved her hips, only to get the tingling under control. She knew that it would have the opposite effect, but she just could not stop rubbing the crotch rope over her clit and between her labia. She hated herself for losing the battle against her own body, but on the other hand, she would have only prolonged her suffering if she had persisted longer. Panting, Sally closed her eyes and concentrated on the rope teasing her most intimate parts.
„Mph! Mph! Uuuhhmmph! Mmmhhmmmmmmmm!“
Waves of pleasure strayed from her clit and washed away the pain. Sally moved her hips faster and faster, sending small sounds of lust through her gag and squirming on the deck. She pushed her body upwards, lifting her butt from the ground and spasmed as if there was no tomorrow. The pain the narrow strap still caused and her intense lust obviously worked together perfectly, for her orgasm seemed to last incredibly long before she collapsed on the planks.
For some time, she just lay there, panting and with her eyes closed. Then, another feeling was raising it`s voice once again: shame. For the third time since her kidnapping, she had been brought to the peak of ecstasy now and this time, they had forced her to do it herself. She knew that this wasn`t exactly correct, but she now felt guilty – guilty towards Wladimir, herself and her sense of modesty. Tears were forming in her eyes and she needed all her remaining strength not to sob.
Then, she felt something cool on her body. Sally opened her eyes a bit and could see that Elisa was washing her body. Sally was too exhausted to move, but she gave the girl a grateful look and enjoyed the water on her sweaty skin. Then, the top of a knife appeared in front of her eyes.
„Mhm?“
However, Brahim had no intention to hurt her. Instead, he pierced a little hole into the tape covering her mouth, just big enough for the spout on top of the leather bottle from which he allowed her to drink now. He didn`t remove the panties from her mouth, forcing Sally to suck the water through these, but the girl was too thirsty and exhausted to even think of that humiliation and greedily drank.
„We don`t want you to die from dehydration! After all, it`s another twelve hours until we stop for the night!“
Sally looked at him with widened eyes as he sat down again. Obviously they wanted to keep her like this for the whole day. Naked, bound and gagged and forced to either climax in front of her captors again and again or to persist and to get bisected by the damned crotch rope.
When Brahim shortly removed his sunglasses, Sally could see no glee or sadism in his eyes. He just seemed to treat her like that without any emotions and Sally understood: this torture was meant to exhaust her physically and mentally and the humiliation was more or less a side effect. Sooner or later, she would feel too groggy and worn out to even think of escaping.
„Let`s see who wins that game!“, Sally thought, but she felt that her defiance was weakend and that this would not become better during the next hours.
***
The five escapees had made it to the shore quite easily and followed the line to the North until there was a large spit of land protruding and so, the girls had decided to take a shortcut instead of following the shoreline. Later, they should consider that a mistake, although at first, it seemed like they had chosen wise.
It was some three or four hours after their escape, and some two hours after sunrise, that they reached some bushes and trees that covered a small spring. Cheering, they drank from the water and when they even found some fruits, they decided to take a rest. Ingrid sat on a small hill to watch the area, though she felt a bit ridiculous. They had taken their captor`s gun, finding out it was only a lighter little later. But perhaps, they could fool anyone who might try to rob them.
After some hour, Ingrid spotted a dust cloud approaching and she informed the others. There was a small possibility that the two women who had abducted them had freed themselves or had been freed by their accomplices and were behind them now. However, these riders were coming from the Northwest and when they were close, Ingrid could see it were just two men in soldier`s uniforms who each had two horses tied to their own.
„We are save! There are soldiers! And they even have horses with them!“
She jumped up and waved with her hands. Pia and Elke joined and only Melina, who felt too indecent covered just by their underwear and their shared blanket, waited at the bushes. The men stopped and looked at them. Now, they could see that both men were Berbers. Melina wondered that the French army enlisted natives as regular soldiers, but she collected her memory of the Berber language and tried to explain their plight to the two men, always trying to keep the blanket close with her hands.
„So, you say that you have been kidnapped from Madeira, but managed to escape?“
„Yes, Officer! Please, get us to Agadir and then, your superior might help us to get back and maybe to even find these villains!“
Melina wanted to tell the man that they had left their captors bound and gagged some miles ago, but then, she saw that the man suddenly grinned and drew his revolver.
„So, in other words, there is no one who will miss you in the near future?“
Melina`s jaw dropped and so did her hand, causing the blanket to diverge. The other girls, who had not understand the man, just stared at the soldier pointing at them with his gun. Slowly, the other one now took his rifle from his shoulder.
„Stop it, or you will regret it!“
Ingrid had suddenly remembered her toy gun and aimed at the men. She had spoken French and obviously, they had understood, for the second man stopped his move. The first man looked at Ingrid, smiled and said:
„Thank you, but I am not smoking!“
For a few seconds, Ingrid was standing motionless. Then, she dropped the toy gun with a curse. Melina once again tried to talk to the man, but he interrupted her with a small, but bossy gesture.
„Sometimes, you are aiming for a gazelle and hitting a lion! We went out to get some horses, but now, it turns out that we found something of even greater value!“
„Please, Officer, we-“
„As you might have guessed already, we are no real soldiers! Sometimes, even the most brave warriors have to put on a disguise if they are facing a superior strength! The French are our enemies!“
„But – none of us is French!“
For a moment, the man seemed to hesitate. Then, he looked at the five women again and his grin became quite wolfish:
„Maybe, you are not French, but you are pretty! So, we might have use for you! After all, we can`t risk you running to the occupying forces and inform them about us. So, I am afraid that you will have to come with us!“
When he dismounted, Elke tried to run for the bushes, but after just two steps, something made her slip and fall. Surprisingly fast, the other man had grabbed his riding crop and thrown it to her legs.
„Stay, or you will regret it!“
The other man now dismounted his horse, too and both forced the five girls to stand side by side. The blanket had fallen from Melina`s and Nina`s shoulders, leaving them in just their underwear. Now, the men gazed at them and number two even licked his lips.
„You! Get over to the horses!“, number one told Melina whom he considered to be the leader of the group of women. The archeologist reluctantly followed the order, feeling uneasy and helpless clad in just her bra, panties, gartered stockings and the borrowed underskirt.
The second man guarded the other girls with his rifle whilst his accomplice took a rope and tied Melina`s wrists behind her back, causing her to gasp from the tightness of the bonds.
„Please, Mister, you don`t need to do this!“
„Women are there to be seen, not heard!“
Causing a shriek, he ripped the underskirt from Melina and tore it into pieces. Then, he balled up one part of it and shoved it into Melina`s mouth, scuring it with a second part he tied tightly between her lips and knotted it off at her nape.
„Mph!“
„That sounds much better!“, he laughed. Then, he helped the petite woman to mount one of the unsaddled horses and tied her ankles under the horse`s belly. Melina could feel the animal`s sweaty skin through the flimsy cloth of her panties and she looked around desperately if some rescuer would approach.
The next to be tied up was Nina. The little redhead sobbed when the man tied her hands. Her sobs were soon stifled by her gag and soon, she was sitting on the horse beside Melina. The man ripped her underskirt from her, too, leaving her in just her red panties and the cloth tied over her breasts.
He ripped the underskirt into four pieces, using two on each Ingrid and Elke whom he tied similar to her companions. Now, only Pia was left, trembling with fear and still not fully understanding what was happening.
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„Seems we are shy of one horse!“
„Maybe, but I won`t leave such a beauty to the French!“
He went over to Nina and Melina and removed the cloths they had wound around their feet. Then, he also took off Ingrid`s and Elke`s shoes. When he approached Pia, he was holding one of the cloths and forced the smelly wad into her mouth. Though Pia was retching and squirming, he managed to tie another cloth between her jaws. Then, he grabbed her arm and led her to Nina`s horse. He helped her to sit behind the redhead, made her sling her arms around her and tied her wrists in front of Nina`s belly. Then, he removed her shoes and tied her feet together under the horse, too.
The five women moaned with fear and disbelief as the men jumped on the backs of their horses and started to lead the small caravan away from the little oasis.
„Hey! Look over there! We better move faster!“
The first man pointed at the air where a low flying plane could be seen. He spurned his horse and they galloped into the hills where they would be difficult to spot, even from the air.
The five women fought their bonds, screamed through their gags and squirmed, but they had no chance but to go where the horses went. The only progress was that, whilst struggling, Pia involuntarily loosened the scarf tied over Nina`s breasts, causing the coloured cloth to fly away and hover through the air where it landed on the top of one of the bushes.
Not even Nina recognized that for the moment, but at the plane, both Nymphadora and Dorothea saw the riders. They were too far away to see details and in addition, the horses`s hooves now were whirling up dust, but then, a bright blue piece of cloth was landing on one of the bushes.
„Hey! Look! what`s that?“
Nymphadora brought the plane a bit lower and now, Dorothea could see that indeed a light cloth was trapped between the branches. A cloth like the one she had used to gag one of the swimmers a few hours earlier. Of course, this wasn`t the only blue cloth on the world, but it could be a hint.
„Maybe, it`s just a coincidence! But it seems that our plucky guests didn`t get very far!“
Nymphadora made the plane turn and brought it to an altitude of some 500 feet. From there, they could see that the group of riders was heading for the East. The Russian accelerated the plane and brought more and more distance between them and the dust cloud hinting the horses. Dorothea noticed that they were heading for the East, too.
„Hey! Agadir`s in the other direction!“
„I know! But what shall we do once we are there? We are both a bit underdressed for just walking down the street and ask for some help or swap our plane against two horses. And besides, we need to get our captives back!“
It was a ridiculous plan, but Dorothea had to admit that Nymphadora was right. Dressed only in their underwear – or, in Nymphadora`s case, in just her panties – meant they had to avoid other people. And with the plane, they could not just follow the riders on close distance. Their only chance was to land somewhere on the estimated route of those who were accompanying the five girls now and try their best to get them back into their hands.
None of them knew whether their former captives had been rescued or got into new troubles. The only hint was that the riders weren`t heading for Agadir either, but towards the East. Looking down, she could see a small village and some single huts and barns. In the North, there were mountains – the Atlas, Dorothea thought, and there also was a river that was comparatively big for such a dry country. Aside the river, there were several fields and they could see peasants working.
„Quite crowded down there! And soon, we will have to land! We only have fuel fore some ten more minutes!“
Nymphadora did another turn and at some two miles`s distance, she could see the dust cloud caused by the riders. They were finding their way through some valley, it seemed. From her position, she could see that they would reach the river within half an hour or so.
She made a decision. If these riders, whoever they were, had been soldiers or other people who had rescued the girls, they were doomed anyway. Then, they would have to hand over themselves, explain the circumstances and hope the best for Sally. However, if these people were criminals, they would try to hide themselves, meaning they would have to avoid the crowded places – just like them. If they placed themselves strategically, they could perhaps wait for the group.
She slowed down the engine and once more, she managed to land the plane without causing much damage. They got out and Dorothea started to pour their last bit of kerosine over the engine. With a crowbar, they caused some sparks and soon, the plane was burning. They had no longer use for it and with a little bit of luck, anyone finding the plane would think that they had died in a crash.
The two women ran for a small shed where they even found two burlap sack that allowed them to cover themselves provisionally. Little later, a group of men appeared. They watched the still burning plane and discussed for a while, but since they found no corpses, they disappeared after a while. The women, who had hidden in the shed behind some planks, now had to wait if the flames and the smoke would attract the group of riders, too.
***