Chapter two

The doctor rubbed the vibrating knob over Emily`s breasts, varying the pressure and taking his time. Raising his voice to overtone both Emily`s muffled protests and the buzzing of the apparatus, he told his audience:

»As most of you sure know, the breasts of a woman are very sensitive, especially the tops.«

He brought the vibrator close to one of Emily`s nipples, teasing it. His other hand now cupped her other breast, causing her to whimper and writhe.

»Some women even respond to slight pain stimuli!«

He pinched Emily`s nipple, and with a deep groan, she reared up against the straps that held her to the chair. The doctor said:

»However, you should only do that at the second or third therapy session!«

He tried to sound light-hearted and some of the students laughed, but Emily could see that he wasn`t all professional. He had some sweat on his forehead and he was breathing more heavily now. Emily panted when the hand holding the vibrator went down. For a few seconds, she couldn`t feel much, as he pushed it over the canvas of her straightjacket, but then, it met the bare skin directly above her pubic mound.

»Mmhhmmm!«

Emily desperately tried to close her thighs, but to no avail. The doctor had no difficulties in letting the knob wander over her pubic mound. Then, he pressed it closer to her middle, so it was wedged between her inner thighs. He reached for her crotch strap and buckled it close, loose enough that it didn`t hurt, but also tight enough to keep her from shaking off the vibrator.

»Ladies and Gentlemen, this wonderful apparatus also enables us to keep our hands free. Without having to interrupt the therapy, we can now, for example-«

He interrupted his speech and looked at the audience. And really, one young man raised his hand and said:

»Doctor, you could perhaps blindfold the patient!«

»Excellent!«, the doctor said. He gave his assistant a wink and he took a black cloth that he tied tightly over Emily`s eyes. And even without the lecture about sensory deprivation, Emily understood the reason for this: Now, her other senses were even more sensitive, including her sense of touch. Now, the vibrations felt even more – Emily had no word for it. She would have loved to call it by the ugliest words she knew, but it just didn`t feel – bad enough. Under other circumstances, she would have considered it quite pleasant. Enjoyable. Arousing.

»Mph! Nnngg!«

Emily shook her head to get that thought out of her mind, but it was too late. And now, she felt the doctor`s hands on her breasts again, this time kneading them harder, but still not brutal and adjusting to the rhythm of her breath.

Emily writhed in her bonds, but this only made things worse. When she reared up her pelvis, the vibrator teased her even more – and when she wriggled her upper body the little she could, the doctor adjusted his massage to that. Emily felt how her nipples hardened and warm tingles strayed from then through her boobs and her whole chest. She moaned, noticing that it sounded not as if she was suffering.

»No! I must fight this! I am strong! The last time with Linda-«

The blonde appeared before her inner eye, naked, as she had been when they had been tied together, with these ropes tied between their legs, ropes that had sent blissful sensations through their loins…

Emily now slightly moved her pelvis, allowing the vibrator to caress her even more. Then, she felt the doctor loosen her crotch strap and move the knob around her pubic mound in circles.

»Perhaps, you don`t know this, but ›paroxysm‹ is Greek for ›eruption‹! And though it`s just a small mound, there is a giant volcano hidden under it!«, the doctor whispered into Emily`s ear, withdrawing the vibrator a bit. Involuntarily, Emily moved her hips forward, trying to keep in touch with it. Now, the doctor played with her, brushing over her now wet, swollen flesh like a breeze. Emily moaned and squirmed in her bonds. She had forgotten about the audience she couldn`t see, forgotten about her fears, her hate for the doctor, her confusion. All she wanted was to feel the damn knob stimulate her more.

And yes, he did it! The pressure increased, He pushed forward when she thrust her pelvis against him, again adjusting to her rhythm. The heat between her legs had become a white hot fire and she knew that the explosion was near.

»You want it?«, the doctor asked her, withdrawing the vibrator a bit from her.

»Mhhmmm!«

Emily nodded emphatically and again, he brought her close to climax. Again, he paused and asked her. This time, her moans had become angrier. She wanted relief! Damn, she needed it! Now!

With a quick yank, he removed her blindfold. Seeing the watching audience was like a bucket of ice. She could see all these faces, some with open mouths, some with reddened cheeks, one or two panting as heavily as her.

»Oh no, what am I doing?«

But one cannot quench a volcano with water. The fire inside her was still there, the vibrator still sent these blissful strays through her most sensitive parts and she could easily block out these people by closing her eyes. At once, there was Linda again, the naked, lovely Linda, with her lovely hot pussy, Linda, oh Linda, oh! My! God!

She climaxed, so heavily the doctor had to withdraw the vibrator to prevent the electric from getting moist. Long wonderful seconds, she arched back and just enjoyed the contractions, rode the wave as long as she could before she collapsed in her bonds.

A clapping sound brought her back to life. She blinked and could see that the students had risen from their seats and were applauding. Feeling too exhausted to even feel ashamed, Emily just lowered her head and sobbed.

Of course, the applause had been the doctor`s and he even bowed before he allowed his students to ask questions. Some even came to the podium and he did not hinder them to have a closer look and to notice the signals of a »successful paroxysm«. Emily just weakly shook her head no as some even touched her hard nipples or felt for the wetness between her legs. She could see that one of the girls even licked her lips and had an expression in her eyes that made clear she would reach under her skirts as soon as she was alone.

»Maybe, we can repeat this from time to time?«, one student asked.

»Well, maybe«, the doctor answered, »as you know, learning something means repeating, repeating, repeating!«

***

Though she had expected it, Linda gasped when she heard something at the window. A second later, Melanie jumped inside and sat on the bed.

»I am not quite sure, but I think I saw one or two sinister looking guys hang around in front of the hotel. You know what that means?«

»Well – that I should hide under the bed, maybe?«

Melanie laughed as bright as a bell and again, she showed that lovely smile, crowned by her dimple.

»No, my dear – you will strip!«

»What? No way!«

»You will! And you will do it near the window! I will close the gauze curtains, but leave the light on. If that doesn`t attract any potential kidnappers, nothing will!«

Linda shook her head and Melanie playfully shook her finger.

»Shall I force you to do it, lovely Linda?«

She suddenly looked like a panther, ready to throw herself upon her – and for a moment, Linda was tempted to keep on resisting, just to see what would happen. But then, she nodded.

»All right, I will do it!«, she sighed.

She sat on her chair and removed her bootees. Then, more reluctantly, she began to work on the buttons of her light dress. As she stood up and let it fall down, she could see the glance in Melanie`s eyes and she blushed slightly.

»Y-you could n-not consider to t-turn around?«, she croaked, hating herself for how hoarse her voice sounded, how meek she was. Melanie smiled:

»Well, I could – but I won`t! So far, I like what I see!«

Linda giggled a bit nervously. The directness of that woman was somehow a bit intriguing, though also confusing. She began to work on the laces of her corset when Melanie asked her:

»Do you need help?«

Linda shook her head and continued to pick on the knots until she could loosen the corset, allowing her to take a deep breath. Then, she wanted to go to bed, but Melanie, who was still sitting on the edge, looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

»You want to keep that on?«

Linda hesitated. Of course, sleeping in her corset, though loosened, would be quite inconvenient. But she had chosen for a model with attached garters, which meant to remove it, she would have to remove her knickers first – under the eyes of Melanie. The raven-haired women rose from the bed.

»Are you shy – or just scared?«

»Both«, Linda breathed. Melanie stepped behind her with a smooth move and slung her arms around her.

»Hey, I am here to protect you from all evil, lovely Linda! And for being shy, you have really no reason.«

»But-«

»None! At! All!«

For a while, she held Linda in a tight embrace. She did not try anything, she was just there and suddenly, Linda felt indeed a little better. Melanie now began to work on the buttons of her underskirt. Linda gasped, but didn`t resist.

The underskirt fell and then, Melanie suddenly turned out the light.

»I nearly forgot that nobody should see me!«

She turned to Linda again and slid her knickers down her hips and her legs. Linda breathed fluttering and was relieved about the darkness. She would have died from shame if Melanie had seen her shaved pubic mound, maybe even made a comment.

Now, Melanie loosened the buttons of her garters and undid her stockings, slowly and for one moment, she felt the woman`s breath on her loins. Linda shivered, but she also enjoyed getting undressed that way. When Melanie opened her corset and put it away, she sighed, not only from relief, but also because it felt good to have the other woman there.

»What am I doing? Emily is out there, maybe in great danger, and I-«

But she lifted her arms, allowing Melanie to take off her camisole, rendering her naked.

»You want to sleep like that? It`s still warm and really, you have no reason to be shy about anything!«

For a long moment, Linda was tempted to turn around, allowing Melanie to admire her nude front. But then, she went for her drawer and put on a nightgown. Now, Melanie turned on the light again.

»Just walk around close to the window.«

»T-to please you or to attract any kidnappers?«

»Both, of course! If nobody snaps for the bait, I will abduct you! Promise!«

Linda giggled. Though this – well, more than direct way Melanie spoke to her was irritating, it also helped her to cope with her fear. For some time, she presented herself in the window, then, she went for her bed and told Melanie to put out the light again.

»Now, where do you want to hide, Melanie? Under the bed or in my cupboard?«

»I would prefer lying on your side, but I think I will take the armchair. That is, if you don`t insist that I am coming to you, of course.«

She sat down in the armchair with a sigh when Linda didn`t answer to her.

***

»I hope that you have understood what this was all about, Emily?«

When the students had left, they had brought her back to her room where they had released her from her straightjacket. She had been left to choose whether she wanted to visit the toilet alone, but still gagged and with her ankles cuffed or together with one of them. Emily had chosen the first option and so, the assistant had tied her feet and also secured the gag with a padlock. Then, she had been given a few minutes inside a small toilet with only a very small air hole instead of a real window. Emily had considered blocking the door from the inside, but this would have been to no avail.

Still naked, they had not brought her to bed immediately, but led her to a tiled room where she could wash herself what she did without hesitation. The men watched her, but they had seen everything of her anyway and it felt marvelous to clean up after what she had done. She even was allowed to drape a towel around her body, at least until they retied her to her bed. Then, she was ungagged and given water and food and the doctor even asked for her name and introduced themselves as Dr. Bernard and Ibrahim. However, they refused to answer any of her questions and after the meal, she was gagged again. Now, when Dr. Bernard asked her the question, Emily shook her head. He smiled and draped a thin blanket over her body, covering her from his views.

»Better, Emily?«

Reluctantly, she nodded. Of course, it was better to be covered, but she was not sure what this was all about. The doctor now sat down on a chair beside the bed whilst Ibrahim left the room.

»You see, I am a real doctor. I have graduated in Vienna and heard lectures by the famous Professor Freud, maybe, you have heard of him. So, this experiment was real, as were the students – though, of course, I did a little pre-selection before inviting them!«

Emily shivered. Not because she had to remember her ordeal, but by the fact that these students had indeed seen nothing in her but a scientific experiment. To these men, she had been just a human Guinea pig. Dr. Bernard now caressed her hair. When she tried to turn her head, he increased his grip, forcing her to look at him.

»However, though creating the hysterical paroxysm is an acknowledged part of psychological therapy, this has not been done to you to make my students happy – or to make you happy, though I am quite sure we managed to do that!«

He looked at her and Emily felt her cheeks redden. She wanted to lower her head, but Dr. Bernard still forced her to look at his face.

»What I really wanted to show you is that we are stronger than you. We can make you climax, whether you want it or not. But we can also make you suffer – not just suffer from embarrassment because you let yourself go, but suffer from sheer horror and pain. Do you need a proof or do you believe me, Emily?«

She hesitated for a moment. Definitely, she didn`t want to give in that easy, but she also had no interest in discovering what he meant by making her suffer even more. So, she nodded slightly and the doctor nodded.

»Good! Now, you may sleep. Tomorrow, I will introduce you to the others and your real training will begin!«

He gently kissed her forehead and left her alone. At the corridor, he was surprised to see not only Ibrahim, but also Melissa, accompanied by two more of his henchmen, Peter and Selim, the latter two looking more than just a bit remorseful.

»What`s that? I told you not to come here! By the way, why had you chosen the redhead? I had told you I`d prefer the blonde.«

Selim now confessed that, when he had served the tea to Emily and Linda, disguised as a shop owner, he had mixed up the glasses and so, Emily had drunk the drugged tea, causing her to do her involuntary dance. Ibrahim and the doctor, who had had no time to cope with that, had just kidnapped Emily instead of Linda. After all, it didn`t matter, it had just been a personal preference of Dr. Bernard. However, now Peter spoke:

»When we were just about to leave our place at the Pyramids, the blonde came back. We then tried to get her as well, but – well, she escaped. Somebody helped her.«

He told Dr. Bernard everything about the fight with the raven-haired woman. The doctor leaned to the wall, panting and trying to fight down his anger. Then, he said:

»Are you sure that neither the blonde not this strange woman know who you are or where you went?«

Both Peter and Selim nodded. The doctor now told them:

»Well, now that you have started to work without my order, you will have to finish it! Get the blonde!«

***

Linda had managed to doze off, but then, in the middle of the night, she woke up. She tried to ignore the urge that had raised her from her sleep, but she couldn`t: she had to relieve herself.

Squeezing her thighs, she looked at the armchair where she could see Melanie`s from in the dark. Perhaps, if the other one was sleeping, she could-

»Sleepwalking?«, Melanie asked when Linda had come to her feet. She cursed silently, then, she whispered:

»No, I- I have t-to – powder my nose!«

»Ah, okay!«, Melanie answered, oppressing a yawn. Linda stared at her with disbelief and said:

»Please, can`t you leave me alone, just for two minutes?«

For a few moments, Melanie did not move, enjoying Linda`s plight. Then, she rose, ostentatiously slow, and stretched her limbs.

»So shy, lovely Linda«, she giggled, but then, she left the room. Quickly, Linda reached for the chamber pot, gathered her nightgown and relieved her bladder. Then, she decided to empty the pot to the yard instead of letting it stand around in the room.

She stepped on the balcony and poured the pot`s content over the railing when an arm was slung around her arms. Before she could utter a sound, a sweet smelling rag was pressed over her mouth and nose.

»Mmhhmmmph!«

Linda moaned and tried to break free. But the drug worked quickly and she already felt her limbs weaken. She looked for the closed door, but there was no sign of Melanie.

CRACK!

The pot had fallen from her hand and now, the porcelain shattered on the floor. She heard a hissed curse, but the grip over her face remained steady. She was about to fall unconscious when the door suddenly burst open.

»Hey! Let her go!«

Her attacker obeyed, throwing Linda against Melanie and preparing to attack Melanie who ducked away, only to punch the man hard. He coughed and tried to get her once more, but Melanie blocked his grip.

»Ey, be quiet, it`s two o`clock in the morning!«, someone yelled from another balcony. The man looked at Melanie and Linda. Then, he swung over the railing and climbed down the rope he had used to get there.

»Are you okay?«, Melanie asked, bending over Linda. The girl panted and still was feeling dizzy from the narcotic, but she nodded. Melanie looked down at the dark yard, but the attacker obviously had disappeared.

»I told you you should have done that earlier!«, Melanie remarked, looking at the broken chamber pot. Then, she picked something else from the floor and went inside where she put on the light.

»Well, that`s interesting!«

She looked at the matchbox that obviously had fallen from the attacker`s pocket. It had a ship printed on it and above, there were red letters saying »R.M.S. Princess of East India«. Linda, who had come to her feet, was looking over her shoulder. When she saw the matchbox, she shrieked.

»What is it, girl? Do you recognize that?«

However, Linda just trembled and Melanie took her in her arms. Sobbing, Linda cuddled towards her and breathed:

»Kazeem! He has found me!«

Then, she told Melanie everything, about how she had been kidnapped in Karachi a year ago, to make her the Emir`s concubine, followed by her predicaments in Afghanistan until she seemed to have escaped from Kazeem`s clutches and had boarded the »Princess of East India«.

»And there, he grabbed me again, in my cabin! he held me there for days, naked, bound and gagged!«

»And you couldn’t get loose?«, Melanie asked with considerable disbelief. Linda shook her head, feeling ashamed for not having been able to do so. Melanie caressed her chin.

»And you couldn`t even seduce him? It sure would have worked if I had been in Kazeem`s place!«

Linda pleadingly looked at Melanie who still held her in her arms.

»Please, this wasn`t a game! He kept me tied and gagged, all the time, I had a rope tied between my legs, I was naked, I-«

»Hush, lovely Linda, don`t illustrate that too much! Just tell me how you escaped after all.«

Actually, she hadn`t escaped but had been kidnapped by white slavers who had abducted her to sell her to some Bedouins until she and Emily had finally been freed by some British soldiers.

»When we reached Suez, we were sure that we had left all that behind us! But now, he has found me again – and he has got Emily!«

Again, she cried, but Melanie said:

»After all you told me, this Kazeem has been the counselor of an Afghan Emir – but the guys I am after are from Europe. Maybe, they are British, but I am not sure about that. They may have some local henchmen, but they definitely are not linked to Afghanistan! And as you told me, Kazeem has fallen from grace and has no longer contact to the Emir! Perhaps, it`s just a coincidence!«

»You mean there is Kazeem trying to get me in his clutches again and also another group that has kidnapped Emily and of whom you only know that they are hiding somewhere in Cairo! And the police consider me a hysteric cow! That doesn`t sound the least encouraging to me!«

Instead of answering, Melanie undid her boots, followed by her socks. Then, she rose and started to unbutton her shirt.

»Wha-what are you doing?«

»I might be a skilled fighter and superior to any man, but I am not a goddess! Sometimes, even I need some sleep!«

She yawned heartily and took off her shirt, revealing a black garment Linda had never seen before. It consisted of two lacy cups that covered Melanie`s ample and firm breasts and was held by straps that ran over her shoulders and around her back. She recognized Linda`s gaze and smiled:

»That`s a brassiere. A modern invention for women who want to be supported by their underwear instead of being restrained!«

She arched back, allowing Linda to admire her boobs and her trimmed tummy. However, the blonde could only think that Emily would have appreciated such a thing, too.  She got, however, distracted when Melanie peeled down her trousers. Her knickers were black and they were almost indecently short. They covered nothing but her butt and her womanhood.

»Now, move aside a bit!«

She lay down on the bed, turning towards Linda and smiling at how the blonde tried to keep distance between them.

»Come on, this bed is made for two persons! And I promise I won`t come too close – unless you want me to do so!«

»Why-why are y-you doing this?«, Linda croaked, »A-are you t-t-trying t-to – seduce m-me?«

»Why, does it work?«, Melanie asked with a glance in her eyes. then, when she noticed Linda`s dismay, she giggled.

»You look wonderful when you are confused!«

She bent forward and kissed Linda`s lips, so quick it felt like a breeze. Then, she turned her back towards Linda and said:

»Please, do not wake me up unless someone tries to kidnap you!«

***

Kazeem cursed. He was sure that he would get a bruise where that raven-haired woman had hit him. Where he came from, the men did the fighting and women were there to be protected and loved. However, this woman that had been dressed like a man had proven at least equal to him in combat.

He had managed to be in Suez one day before Linda and Emily, but had lost their tracks in Cairo, until he had found out about their hotel some hours earlier by one of the beggars he had paid for giving him information. He had decided to just try his luck, but now, it seemed that Linda had found some ominous female guardian.

Kazeem wondered where the redhead had been. He had not found the time to look inside the room, of course, but he was sure that there had just been Linda and her protector.

He reached for his cigar case, but when he searched for his matches, he couldn`t find them. Again, he cursed. Today seemed to be a black day!

He heard steps and ducked into the corner where he was standing. Two men were approaching, a blonde European and a tall, bulky Arab. Kazeem wondered about the strange couple when the blonde whispered something and disappeared inside the hotel whilst the Arab leaned against the wall, trying to be inconspicuous in a way that made it clear to Kazeem that he was watching the hotel, too.

He remained quiet and waited. Indeed, the blonde came back after a few minutes and said:

»She`s in number 34! The clerk was sleeping, but I could check the register!«

Now, Kazeem was alert. Number 34 – Linda`s room number! What the hell was going on here? He decided to keep an eye on these two!

***

It was long before dawn when Ibrahim and Dr. Bernard entered Emily`s room. The redhead had managed to sleep a bit, more from exhaustion than from relaxation. But now, she was well awake when she saw Ibrahim holding the straightjacket in his hands whilst the doctor was pushing a wheelchair.

»If I promise that you will not be brought to another lesson for my students, will you promise to behave if we put this on you?«

Seeing no point in resisting, Emily nodded. Anyway, her captors didn`t leave her any chance of escaping. Her legs remained cuffed to the bedframe as they untied her and put her into the straightjacket, buckling the straps tight, including the one between her legs. Then, they freed her legs, only to sit her into the wheelchair where her ankles and knees were tied to the frame whilst more straps fixed her upper body to the backrest. Finally, a black hood was pulled over her head.

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnngg!«

»Don`t worry, Emily, it`s just a precaution. Besides, I don`t want to spoil the surprise: as promised, you are now going to meet the other girls!«

***