Chapter six

»I think you will go into the fire!«, the man now told the three bound and gagged girls. As expected, they mewed with alarm, though none of them really could believe he would give order to burn them. And indeed, the slaver smiled wolfishly:

»Of course, this is just a metaphor! But since you are not trained yet, I could not get the best prices for you – unless I sell you in the desert. Some of these Bedouins love it if their slave girls are a bit – wild!«

Emily groaned and thrashed with her lower legs, as if to prove the man`s words true. Queen Boobs trembled and breathed heavily. Linda just gulped and tried to cope with this information. Kazeem had always told her that he would hide in the desert, since nobody would find them there. Now, not even the former counselor would find her.

»As usual, there is some good news for you, slaves! First is, since it will be a trip of some 200 to 300 miles, you won`t have to walk!«

Since Linda`s muscles still ached from yesterday`s march, this was indeed not bad to hear. However, she doubted that the transportation methods would be comfortable.

»Second, your tutors will bind and gag you, according to the level of obedience and docility! If you`ve impressed them, they may reward you – if not, well, a knot can be tight or excruciatingly tight!«

Involuntarily, both Linda`s and Queen Boobs` eyes wandered towards Emily who still weakly flailed with her calves. None of them knew who of them was higher in the ranking of their captors, but Emily definitely would get some extra harsh treatment.

»Number three will be a surprise! Now, Ahmed, will you please begin with Queen Boobs!«

Obviously, Ahmed was her tutor, for he freed her legs and led her outside. After some ten minutes, he came back; Linda guessed that he had allowed her to use the toilet. Also, he was carrying a sack over his shoulder. He made Queen Boobs stand on the low table and produced a long coiled rope. It had more than 20 yards and seemed to be made of hemp. Ahmed seemed to be interested in putting up a good show, for he acted slowly and took care that his audience could admire the steps of trussing up the Black.

Ahmed took the rope and searched for its middle. Then, he stepped on the table and in front of Queen Boobs who watched him with fearful eyes. She let out an anxious moan when he put the rope around her neck, but the double knot Ahmed tied produced a loop that did not block her breathing. When Ahmed stepped to the side, Linda could see that the knot was between the ample breasts that had given the girl her nickname.

He continued by tying another double knot, then, he repeated the procedure a third, a fourth and a fifth time. Linda could see that the diameter of the meshes he had produced varied slightly. Still, she wondered what he intended, since he still had not even started to tie his victim up.

Gently, Ahmed now pushed his foot against the Black`s, making her spread her legs slightly. Then, he led the rope ends that still measured several yards between her legs and up to her nape where he threaded them through the loop around Queen Boobs` neck. He pulled the slack out and the girl`s eyes widened as the ropes touched her crotch, but he left them quite loose. However, he took care that the ropes were exactly parallel and ran over her pubic mound. Linda was sure: had the Black been able to do so, she would have been blushing like a beetroot.

She now really was curious about the strange way of tying a person and watched what the man would do next. He threaded the rope ends to the front, under the girl`s armpits, and pushed them through the slot between the first and the second knot, then, he pulled them behind her back again. Linda saw how the slot widened, the rope rubbing over the Black`s breasts. With one hand, Ahmed kept the ropes under tension, with the other, he adjusted both the ropes and her boobs until the ropes looked symmetrical. They now were mashed by the ropes that ran exactly over her nipples and though it didn`t look really painful, it sure was irritating and on every move, the ropes would chaff her nipples.

Ahmed made Queen Boobs turn around herself so the audience could also see her back where he now pushed the ropes through a mesh below a knot that was at the small of her back. Then, they were led to the front and Ahmed produced another rope-rhombus that framed the girl`s navel. The crotch ropes had now become considerably tight and the knot that marked the lower end of the rope rhombus was directly over her clit. Linda shuddered when she remembered what effects such crotch ropes could have on a woman – painful ones and others that were more pleasurable.

Again, the ropes were threaded through a slot, this time, below a knot that had wandered between Queen Boobs` buttocks. Ahmed had to spread them apart to get the ropes through and the girl mewed with alarm. She shifted her body with uneasiness, feeling the ropes on every move.

Ahmed pulled until there was no slacker, then, he brought the ends up and threaded them through her neck loop where he held them with one hand whilst with the other, he released the girl from her cuffs. Queen Boobs weakly fluttered with her arms, but Ahmed just gave the ropes a sharp tug. The girl mewed and obediently crossed her wrists behind her back. However, Ahmed bent her arms high and tied her crossed wrists behind her shoulder blades, so her fingers touched her neck.

He then jumped from the table with a gesture that seemed to say »we are back after a short break«. Indeed, he drank a cup of mocha whilst the others looked at Queen Boobs, either with admiration or with horror, as the girl tried to cope with her bondage. The Black weakly fluttered with her bent arms and shifted her body, trying to find a position in which the ropes did not irritate her. Her big boobs pressed against their rope bra on every breath she took and every move had consequences on the ropes between her legs. It was a simple, but also perfidious arrangement: if she wanted to ease the pressure on her shoulders and lower her arms, the crotch rope would tighten. Queen Boobs ached and moaned and sweat pearls were forming on her forehead when Ahmed stepped back to her and took the rope ends. Still, each was some three yards long.

He made his captive lie down on her belly, grabbed her right ankle and bent her leg. With one of the rope ends, he tied her ankle to her thigh, cinching the ropes. Then, he repeated the procedure to her left leg. With a smile, he took the ends of the rope, still some yard long, and waved with them before he did his finishing touch.

Carefully, he pushed the end dangling from Queen Boobs` right ankle through the crook of her left arm, then, the other end was threaded through the right crook. When he pulled now, the girl arched her back and lifted her thighs from the ground, accompanied by a deep, long groan. Her elbows were pulled down and the whole lot had tightened that when Ahmed had tied the ends together, the girl had become a helpless parcel. Weakly, she rocked back and forth on her belly. She then increased her efforts as Ahmed took another coffee, only to find out that she had become quite immobile and that even these little movements made her sweat. Ahmed let her squirm for some minutes to dissuade her and also to horrify Linda and Emily. Then, for the first time, he spoke:

»Slave girls and Gentlemen, as you can see, all this is done by a single rope! Queen Boobs now can do nothing but squirm a bit! She can be easily carried around!«

He demonstrated this by grabbing the »X« where the ropes connecting her elbows to her leg ties met and lifting her up. He only managed to heave her a few inches and dumped her after some seconds, as Queen Boobs was a sportive and tall woman, also buxom. She moaned, but could do nothing to prevent being turned on her back where Ahmed now demonstrated her »availability« by grabbing her knees, opening and closing her thighs a few times. A shiver ran down Linda`s spine as she saw how these moves tightened the ropes chaffing the soft flesh between the girl`s legs.

»Now, for a gag! Here, I decided for the ›Gag of the Seven Veils‹!«

»Plus, the promised surprise!«, the boss said, tossing something to Ahmed. As he held it high, Linda recognized the lacy white silk as Emily`s knickers. Ahmed theatrically brought them to his nose and waved his other hand.

»I can of course only guess, but I would say that the former possessor has worn these for«, he took another sniff, »five days?«

Questioningly, he looked at Emily, whose cheeks reddened, but she managed to just stare at him in a way that if looks could have killed, he would have dropped dead immediately. Smiling, Ahmed sniffed again.

»Also, it seems that you wore these when you were having –how can I say this? – indecent dreams at least once!«

Now, Emily flushed even more and lowered her head. Ahmed nodded as if he was an understanding father scolding his daughter.

»You naughty, naughty girl, Ginger! Also, it seems that you have sweated on your little walk yesterday.«

He dropped the knickers close to Queen Boobs` face and began to loosen the knots of her gag scarf. Whilst doing so, he said:

»Wouldn`t you say that a mélange of bitter, sour and salty will perfectly match with the sweet mouth of that black pearl?«

The applause of the three men was drowned out by Queen Boobs who, freed from her gag, started to plead:

»Please, don`t do this to me! Please!«

Ahmed frowned and looked at her. The girl gulped, licked her lips and said:

»Please, Master, please don`t do this to Queen Boobs!«

Ahmed looked at the audience, obviously proud of himself.

»You hear, she has already learned how to formulate a plea properly! However«, he bent down to his captive, »would you go so far as to kiss me, Queen Boobs?«

The girl`s lips trembled as she considered which was the lesser of two evils. Then, she breathed:

»Yes, Master!«

Ahmed didn`t stir and she continued:

»Yes, Master, Queen Boobs will kiss you! Queen Boobs would like to kiss you, Master!«

Ahmed pushed the knickers away a little and began kissing the girl. He was gentle and he tenderly put his hand on the back of her head, caressing her. His head hid the kiss from view, but Linda could hear some chortling sounds from her. Ahmed withdrew and said:

»Either you are shy or lacking experience or both, Queen Boobs! I told you to kiss me, not to just let me kiss you!«

He kissed her again and this time, they could see that the girl reacted, since she had closed her eyes and her jaws moved, indicating that she was quick in learning – or in fact enjoying her first kiss, though it was by her abductor. When Ahmed leaned back this time, she panted with her eyes still closed and slowly licked her lips.

»That was good, Queen Boobs! Now, open wide!«

»B-but, Master, you promised-«

»I never promised you anything, Queen Boobs! I only asked if you`d kiss me if I spare you that gag, but this was not a negotiation! Negotiations are for free people! Now, open wide, Queen Boobs!«

Ahmed took his time in stuffing the knickers into the girl`s mouth, seemingly enjoying her moaning and retching and filling her cheeks and throat to capacity. Then, he reached for the sack and draped seven colored silk scarves on the table. Taking one of these, he turned to his victim who had managed to work out the dreadful gag a little. Thoroughly, he pushed the used underwear back into her mouth, then, he tied the scarf between her lips, tightening it several times before knotting it at her nape. Queen Boob`s eyes bulged as the gag was pushed even deeper into her mouth. Ahmed brought the scarf`s ends back to her mouth and tied them off over her open mouth.

»One!«

The second scarf was packed in the little space left between her teeth and lips and pressed over her mouth. He then secured it by tying the third scarf tightly over her mouth, again bringing the ends to her face before knotting them off. Linda understood: he wanted the knots out of reach of Queen Boobs` fluttering fingers.

Scarf number four became a blindfold, the fifth was tied over her nose, mouth and chin. Ahmed then draped the sixth scarf over the girl`s head and tied the ends under her chin after he had tightened them some times. Now, he reached for the last scarf that was also the biggest.

Before he finished gagging and blindfolding Queen Boobs, Ahmed put up another show. He drew a knife and started waving it around in front of her eyes, to prove the effectiveness of her blindfold. Then, he put his finger to his lips. Once it was silent, he gave her crotch rope a sharp tug.

»Mmmhhrrmmm!«

Even Linda who knew how effective such a gag could be was amazed how muffled the girl`s cries were now. She helplessly rocked back and forth and shook her head, trying to cope with the pain straying from between her legs. Now, Ahmed took the last scarf, holding it by two ends.

»Queen Boobs is now effectively silenced, but with a lot of effort, she could rub her gag off!«

Linda doubted that the stringently bound girl could manage to do so, but Ahmed slung the scarf over her face and pulled, forcing her to bend her head back as far as she could. Then, he tied the scarf`s ends off to the crossing point of her leg-to elbow ties. Queen Boobs twitched her head forward, but could only do so one inch or so. She increased her efforts, but still, she was helpless.

Linda felt as if an icy hand had grabbed her heart and squeezed it. The faint noises, the little fluttering of her bent legs, the slight rocking back and forth on the table scared her more than screaming and thrashing could have done. In fact, Queen Boobs WAS screaming and thrashing, but stringently bound as she was, that little squirming and faint moaning was all she could do.

Trembling, she heard the slaver`s boss say:

»Yusuf, let`s see what you have in store for Ginger!«

***

Kazeem had been surprised about how easy it had been to get into Muscat and to even rent a hotel room and a barn. In fact, their only disguise had been that Arthur had put on a hood and kept his head low to hide his blonde hair. All the others could pass as locals (or, in Omar`s case, were) and it seemed that nobody was really looking for the wanted kidnappers.

Omar had explained to him that the Omani did not like the British very much and so, they avoided cooperating with them, even if they were fighting crimes they prosecuted, too. Anyway, Kazeem had changed his suit for some shabby ones and since he hadn`t shaved for three days now, he was sure that nobody would recognize him from the rather vague description the British police had given.

They had recreated for a few hours and then, Kazeem had gone for the Office for Economic Cooperation in the late afternoon. He had convinced the others that he could do an observation better if he was alone.

Actually, the office shared its rooms with several other minor offices of the British representation and the little palace was open to the public. Due to its nature, there were Omani and British and so, nobody took notice of Kazeem in the crowded corridors.

After some hour, he knew what he wanted to know: Arnold Pettigrew was the only official, assisted by two secretaries. Obviously, there wasn`t that much economic cooperation. He was a typical British Colonial Officer, his white suit looking a bit shabby and his face red from the sun and too much gin. Kazeem guessed that he was about his age, in his mid-forties.

When, at five o`clock in the afternoon, Pettigrew left his office, Kazeem followed him through the streets. He still had not grown an idea what to do, but he was sure that knowing his enemy`s habits wasn`t the worst thing.

Kazeem wondered that the man bought some flowers before he went for a plain little house that seemed to be his. He had seen no ring on Pettigrew`s finger and he seemed a bit old for such romantic gestures.

Pettigrew was let in by an old servant and Kazeem went into a narrow side way. Like most houses, this had a flat roof and was surrounded by a wall it shared with its neighbors. He looked if anyone was around and then, he climbed up the wall, cursing his hurting ankle and all the time waiting for someone to see him and to call the police.

But finally, he was lying on the roof and now, he could crawl over to have a look at the little patio of Pettigrew`s house.

There, he could see a surprisingly well-groomed garden. The old servant was busy arranging tea and biscuits on a tray and Pettigrew was standing with his back to Kazeem, opposite to a woman.

»So, here is your weak spot, Pettigrew!«, Kazeem thought.

The woman was hardly half the age of Pettigrew, but that was not what fascinated Kazeem; it was the color of her skin. The young woman was as black as Ben, even emphasized by the white dress she was wearing. It was a European dress, complete with a corset and everything, Kazeem guessed. She was holding the flowers and smiled at Pettigrew who obviously was holding her other hand.

Kazeem seemed to understand: obviously, the man had got inflicted in the slave trade and cooperated with the criminals and accepted payment in kind, so to say. Perhaps, he had thought it would be nice to have a pretty slave girl as a plaything or even a concubine. But sooner or later, he had fallen in love. Pettigrew was not acting like a Master, but like a foolish lover, as Kazeem could see now as the two were idling around a bit. And the girl was either an excellent actress or she liked the man, too.

To Kazeem, she was above all the lever to make Pettigrew move the way he wanted. All he had to do was to get this lever into his hands.

***

Yusuf slowly left to fetch the things he needed. When he came back, the boss tossed him something white and Linda knew it were her knickers. So, Queen Boobs` loincloth would be reserved for her.

She also knew that they would taste less horrible than Emily`s, since Linda had worn them for a few days before Kazeem had overpowered her, but she had been gagged with them for four days afterwards and so, she had been forced to suck them clean in the progress. However, she had worn them for some time and during their march and unlike her, Emily had never endured to having her mouth stuffed with another woman`s used underwear.

Emily moaned and again helplessly thrashed her calves as Yusuf approached her. To her surprise, he brought a bucket, half filled with water. For a moment, Linda thought he would offer Emily to relieve herself, but instead, he threw some leather thongs and bands in it.

»As you sure know, Ginger, leather has the feature that it can be easily stretched when it is wet. Once it is dry, it shrinks!«

Emily remained calm, but Linda could see the fear in her eyes.

»The fine art is to wait for the right moment. If I am waiting too long, if the leather becomes too soaked, it will stretch too far. And when it shrinks back, it will not only be inconvenient, but cut off your circulation completely!«

Now, Emily let out a small grunt and shivered slightly, as Yusuf slowly walked back to his boss and drank a cup of mocha. Then, he strolled back to the redhead and took a leather thong, about one yard in length, and stepped behind the chair`s backrest.

Linda could not see what he was doing, but obviously, he tied Emily`s wrists with the strap. Then, he went for another. Linda could see Emily`s shoulders relax for a few seconds before she arched them back and thrust out her ample breasts again and she knew that Yusuf had removed the belt buckled around her elbows, only to tie them even tighter with the leather rope.

Emily squealed as he kneaded her boobs for a while. When he let her go, her bust was heaving from her angry panting which seemed to give Yusuf an idea.

»Let`s make breathing a bit more interesting, Ginger!«

Ignoring her muffled protests, he took a longer strap from his bucket and tied it around her right upper arm, about midways between her shoulders and her elbows. Then, he threaded the thong through her left armpit, brought it to the right just below her breasts and then back to her back, through her right armpit. Then, he loosely knotted it off and went for the sack. When he came back, he was holding two clothespins in his right. Linda knew where these would go and sighed with compassion as Emily bucked and screamed through her gag as the clamps bit into her nipples.

However, Yusuf wasn`t finished. He adjusted the loose strap, placing it over Emily`s boobs. Then, he pulled. The arrangement meant that her upper arms were pulled inwards, straining her shoulders even more and forcing her to thrust out her breasts even harder against the now tight strap. Yusuf had taken care it ran directly below her clamped nipples and squeezed her boobs as he tied the thong`s end off to Emily`s left upper arm.

Mewing, the girl panted, only to find out that breathing in only made things worse. With a terrible whimper, she forced herself to calm down and to breathe as flat as possible.

Yusuf now released Emily`s legs and began to tie them, working down from her hips to her toes. Cinching each of the wet thongs, he tied her legs at the upper thighs, above and below her knees and at her ankles. With a fifth strap, he tied her feet, tickling Emily`s soles as he did so and laughing at her strained moans. Then, he produced a thin strap and tied her big toes together, too.

When he had loosened the strap holding her in her chair, he cradled her in his arms and carried her around so the others could admire his handiwork, much to Emily`s rage and embarrassment. He was, however, far from being finished.

Putting Emily on the table, next to the still slightly squirming and rocking Queen Boobs, he went for another strap, a broader leather band and something that reminded Linda of a pearl necklace, although the pearls were made of wood and were some inch in diameter.

»You know, a small waist emphasizes both the hips and the breasts, Ginger!«

He tied the thong around her waist twice, pulled the slack out and tied it off. It had been applied not too tight, since it would shrink and he did not want to cause permanent damage to his damsel. He then brushed over Emily`s smooth pubic mound that was still slightly reddened from the hair removal by the tweezers. The girl squirmed in her tight bonds, but Yusuf grabbed her hair and forced her to endure the caress.

»Ever had a man down there?«, he asked, pushing two of his fingers between her legs, brushing over her labia. Emily screamed into her gag and he withdrew, chuckling.

»Patience, Ginger, now is not the time for love! But you may do a little – warm-up during the trip!«

Emily stared at him with disbelief, then, her eyes widened as he pushed the pearls between her legs. Given the fact her thighs were tightly tied, this was neither easy nor fast nor modest. Finally, he could grab the end and for a few times, he pulled the pearls back and forth, letting them rub over Emily`s pubic mound. Then, he tied the ends off to her waist strap. This too was done snug, but not really tight. But then, he reached for the wet leather band and knotted one end to her waist rope at the front.

»These pearls can be just little reminders of your helplessness, but they can also be your friends. Friends that want to come in, so to say. Of course, there is your sense of modesty that wants to keep them out, but perhaps, your sense of pain is even stronger!«

He pushed the free end of the band between her thighs, pulled it up between her buttocks and tied it off to her waist strap, this time stretching the leather that it pressed the pearls against Emily`s body. The girl whimpered and Yusuf said:

»You know, if you play with the pearls, allow them to get deep between your legs, there will be less pressure. And besides: the hotter and wetter you get, the less the band will be able to shrink!«

»Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmhrrmmmmmm!«

»Ah, that reminds me of your gag, Ginger!«

He slowly went for his sack, giving Emily some time to explore her bindings. She was left with a terrifying choice: either enduring how the tight leather between her legs would shrink and turn from inconvenient to very inconvenient to painful to sheer torture. Or, she could try to rock her hips and try to get stimulated, an idea so embarrassing that even the thought made the girl blush.

Linda shivered when another thought came to her mind: if Emily would overcome herself and somehow manage to get aroused, she would feel the breast strap and the clamps on her hardening nipples even more.

The man had not only fetched Linda´s knickers, but also his bucket that contained a few more leather straps. He made the girl kneel on the floor which made her ache. To force her to keep that position, he tied a thong around her big toes and fixed it to her breast strap. This also forced Emily to sit upright. However, Yusuf took care she would still be able to wriggle her hips.

Then, he grabbed her hair together and tied it with another thong before he removed her gag scarf. Emily still had the fighting spirit to try to avoid getting gagged with Linda`s worn knickers, but he just used her hair to arch her head back and thoroughly stuffed her mouth full. Then, he secured her gag with what turned out to be one of Emily`s silk stockings that he wound twice between her lips before tying them off at her nape. Above, he tied another wet leather thong. It was upholstered by the stocking, but if that dried, it would push the giant gag even deeper.

Now, Yusuf took some cotton wool and stuffed it into Emily`s left ear.

»The less senses you have, the easier it is to concentrate on the remaining ones«, he explained before he stuffed her other ear, too. Then, he blindfolded her with a black cloth that was also secured by a wet strap. Emily now could only whimper faintly. Yusuf took another cloth and tied it over Emily`s mouth and nose. Above, a broader band of soaked leather was bound over her mouth, sealing her lips completely.

»Now, for you, my dear Blondie! Mahmut, show your skills!«

***

»So, this Pettigrew has a secret. He is in love to a girl that officially doesn`t even exist, for she is a slave – a slave that is not even protected by the local laws, as she has been kidnapped from Africa. At least, I think so, but even if she`s not, he still has to keep his affair a secret!«

»And you intend to blackmail him, that you will tell everyone about his compromising affair unless he will not tell the slave traders to give us the girls back! But – is he really so keen on remaining a respected member of the British society? Will he risk that these criminals will go against him, just to avoid being embarrassed a bit?«

Kazeem smiled at Omar`s concerns, for he had had the same thoughts as he had developed his plan. At least, this man wasn`t a complete idiot!

»You are right, my friend! However, this Mr. Pettigrew does not just have a girl to fulfill his carnal desires – he seems to be really in love! He would do everything to avoid his beloved Black Pearl gets hurt, let alone killed!«

»You – you mean-«

»Exactly! We will abduct the little bed warmer and then, he will be wax in our hands!«

He further explained his plan: they would simply force Pettigrew to get to the slave traders and ransom the girls – with his own money. Like that, the slavers would have no reason to kill him, since they had the money and Pettigrew would keep his mouth shut. He could not go to the authorities either, for then, he would not only compromise himself, but he would end up behind bars.

»Let`s just hope he hasn`t spent all his money on presents for his Mistress!«, Arthur said. Kazeem smiled enigmatically and answered:

»In that case, we would still have the girl! I think she will at least be sufficient as an exchange object for your little sister, Ben!«

The black man sighed. He had become quite uncommunicative since Samira`s abduction. He could not help thinking of what they were doing to her, right now as he was sitting here in this filthy hotel room. Though he was her brother, he had not been blind and he knew that Samira was pretty. Hell, he had threatened to beat up some of the other guys in the village more than once when they had discussed Samira`s ample breasts!

As simple as it sounded, their plan had a few difficulties: In the house, there was at least one servant who could alert the neighbors and in addition, the roads of that part of the town were too narrow for their cart. And walking through the streets with their victim was a bit too risky.

»However, the street from Pettigrew`s district to the bazar is wide enough and besides, nobody would find a cart suspicious among all the others. All we need is a little distraction when the little whore passes by!«

»All right, I will send her an invitation!«, Arthur said sarcastically. »Shall I address it to ›Mrs. Arnold Pettigrew‹ or rather to ›The Little Whore‹?«

»As you like it«, Kazeem replied with a smile, »but believe it or not, I almost know that she will get to the bazar sooner or later. Look, this man`s house is quite neat, but also pretty small. Pettigrew can`t go to dinner parties or other events with her and so, she will feel bored, at least when he is at work. So, I am quite sure that she will leave her cage and spend some of her lavish pocket money on fine dresses, jewelry or whatever her greedy heart wants. And the shortest way from her house to the bazar will lead directly to our cart! All we have to do is to do a 24/7 observation of her house! Or let`s reduce that to 9 to 5, since these are the times Pettigrew has to be in his office!«

Kazeem now worked out a plan that he called »Operation Black Pearl«, though Arthur had voted for »Operation Little Whore«. As soon as their target would have left the house, Ben would follow her, since the tall, bulky man could be seen best in the crowd. Kazeem gave him orders that if the girl would be alone, he should wear his cap; if the servant would be with her, he should bare his head.

Arthur would then, dressed as a sailor, stumble against one of the marked stalls, pretending to be drunk and causing as much damage as possible. Then, he should start arguing with the stall`s owner. If necessary, he should even start a brawl. Kazeem, still a bit limited by his ankle, would drive the cart and Omar should be ready with a rag soaked with narcotic to grab the girl. If necessary, Ben could assist him in the assault. If everything went right, it would take them just five seconds to get the »Black Pearl« into the cart and some 20 more until she would have been rendered unconscious.

»If that works out, we should never again try gambling, because we will have wasted all our luck on that action!«, Arthur complained, but he smiled and his eyes showed admiration for Kazeem.

He smiled and lit his cigar.

»I have a feeling that it will work out, my friend! Let`s say, when Linda and I first met, it was quite a similar situation!«

***