Chapter four

Kazeem could not believe his eyes. The day before, he had tried to follow the two men who had observed the hotel, too, but they had ascended a cab. So, he had decided to sleep for a few hours and to develop a better plan for abducting Linda.

When he had come back in the morning, he had been surprised to arrive about the same as the cab of his »concurrents«. Shortly after, he could see the raven-haired woman in the man`s clothes leave the hotel. One minute later, the cab moved directly to the side entrance that led to the hotel`s backyard. The Arab remained sitting on the driver`s seat whilst the blonde and a brunette woman entered the hotel.

Kazeem cursed. If they overpowered Linda who now was alone, they would be able to get her to the cab and make their escape. He already looked around for a taxi cab for chasing the other cab, but then, he saw the other woman return. He now thought of storming inside, too: Linda could be injured or killed in the fight. However, he remained in his cover and waited.

A few minutes later, the man stumbled to the cab, limping and holding a handkerchief to his bloody nose.  He hissed something to the Arab and jumped inside the cab and little later, they left. Kazeem now could think of what had happened: the black-haired woman had put to flight the blonde man who had left the woman behind. There had been no shots and so, Kazeem guessed that the female criminal was still alive.

»So, Linda`s up there – but where is her redhead friend, who is that warrior Princess and who wants to kidnap the blonde, too? Well, at least some of the answers are hidden in Number 34!«

He reached for the small suitcase he had brought with him. Time to act – but less clumsy than the other party!

***

»They grabbed me four days ago. I was on my way back home from church – it`s just a few hundred yards, but when I tried to pass a gap between the wall and a parking cab, I was suddenly grabbed from behind and a smelly rag was pressed over my mouth. I quickly passed out and when I woke up, I found myself here – naked, bound and gagged, with a hood over my head and stowed inside this terrible drawer!«

When their kidnappers had left, the three girls had searched for a way to free themselves, but since they were all still securely bound and none of them could even use her fingers, they had quickly given up and instead decided to at least exchange the circumstances of their kidnappings, trying to figure out what this was all about.

Since she had been the first to be abducted, it was Sarah who started her report. The 24 years old worked at a girl`s school and had been held captive inside the dark, narrow drawer for some 48 hours.

»They only took me out every couple of hours to give me some water or food and to – well, you know. They even removed that terrible armbinder from time to time, to prevent my limbs from cramping, but all the time, they kept me blindfolded. For two entire days, I was almost constantly bound and gagged – but the real horror started when Caitlyn was brought here!«

19 years old Caitlyn was a secretary at the Archeological Museum and two days before, she had, like Emily, taken a drink from a flying salesman. In her case, she had just passed out and woken up in the hospital bed where Melissa, obviously also involved in whatever crime was going on, had taken care of her – until the two men had arrived, Dr. Bernard and Ibrahim.

»Th-they put us t-together, inside that b-b-box!«

Unlike Sarah, who seemed to have given up fighting, Caitlyn still showed considerable panic and embarrassment. But Emily could conclude what had happened: the two girls had been left to struggle whilst they had been bound face to face – and breast to breast and loin to loin whilst they had both been stark naked. Emily knew only too well what this could cause – terrible experiences and also more pleasant ones.

»Yesterday, we were taken outside the box and each given a drink that tasted strange. Then, we were bound to chairs opposite to each other. And then-«

Now, Sarah stopped, too, lowering her head and blushing all over. Emily asked carefully:

»Did they – did they do – unspeakable things to you?«

Caitlyn suddenly giggled hysterically and Caitlyn spoke, looking down at her toes and almost whispering:

»They made us do these things to each other. And then – I think, it must have been the drink! They – we-«

Caitlyn could not continue, but now, Sarah seemed to have fought down her laughing fit. In an emotionless way, as if she was talking about someone else, she explained:

»First, it felt like the most horrifying thing we could imagine, but then, we had no other choice and there was the effect of that drink, we – we began to – to get less reluctant!«

Emily understood. The two had been given a strong aphrodisiac and she also knew that her own body had betrayed her, just the same time as these two had been forced to have some sexual experiences with each other. She thought of telling them that she had been forced to climax in front of a group of students, but decided against it. Not only did she still blush from the sheer memory, it also would have seemed as if she wanted to play down the horrors Sarah and Caitlyn had encountered.

The two men had given them another dose of the aphrodisiac before wedging them inside the drawer again for the night and now, Emily knew why the board had been placed between their nether regions: it had denied them the humiliating, but also relieving escape of grinding their – pussies, there was that word again! – against each other. Both girls had spent the night in a state of arousal, their bodies pressed against each other, but unable to do anything but to wait until the terrible drug lost its effect. Haunted by memories of what she and Linda had been forced to do, Emily decided to change the subject:

»But what is this all about? Are they just madmen – or mad scientists, who don`t care about people as long as they are doing their experiments?«

Caitlyn raised her head.

»I – I don`t know! First, I thought that they were just – sexual predators, but they have not done – that to us!«

After some hesitating, she breathed:

»Yet!«

»And besides, we are neither rich nor exceptionally beautiful – no offense!«

For the first time, Sarah now giggled:

»Boys don`t make passes at girls who wear glasses!«

Now, Emily could not help laughing, too and then, even Caitlyn smiled wryly. At least, they had found a little relief for the moment. Then, Sarah said:

»They don`t know that I speak a little Arabic. Sometimes, they talk to each other, thinking that we don`t understand. I also could only get a few things, but it seems that Ibrahim is not just an assistant, but they seem more or less equal. And Ibrahim repeatedly spoke about the ›Revolution‹!«

Emily frowned. She could not sense how their kidnapping or playing sadistic sexual games with them could have any political impact, but before they could further discuss the problem, the door opened. Dr. Bernard entered, followed by Ibrahim, another Arab and a tall blonde who limped and had a bandage over his nose. They all seemed not to be in the happiest mood. Hastily, they gagged all three girls again, then, Dr. Bernard spoke:

»Ladies, sometimes, mistakes are made!«

He looked maliciously at the blonde who angrily glanced back. Dr. Bernard sighed and continued:

»Anyway, we have to leave this place immediately! And of course, you will accompany us on our little journey!«

***

Linda had always thought that an interrogation would take place in the office of some police officer. She also could imagine more brutal »interrogations« in some torture chamber. But now, Melanie intended to interview Melissa in an ordinary hotel room.

First, she had pushed the heavy armchair at the door to block it. At least, it would get her a few seconds to gather the weapons. She had also opened the curtains so, if anyone would try to climb on the balcony, she would see him at once.

Then, she had turned her attention towards the hogtied and gagged woman on the floor.

»Melissa, I am sure you know that sooner or later, everybody will talk. So, do you want to jump the rough part and start talking right now, sparing you the pain?«

With a furious grunt, Melissa shook her head and Melanie shrugged.

»All right, you want it the hard way! Linda, a hand, please!«

Linda, still only clad in her underwear, had no intentions of becoming a torturer, but even more, she feared what an angry Melanie was up to. So, she helped the other woman to heave Melissa onto the bed. There, Melanie tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, forcing her to lie on her belly, spread-eagled. Then, Melanie once more asked:

»Will you talk?«

»Mhhmmph!«

»Oh, I know that you are still chewing on Linda`s ›unspeakables‹, but you still can nod or shake your head. And until you make me believe that you have something important to say, I will only ask questions you can answer by ›Yes‹ or ›No‹! So, once again: will you talk?«

With an angry grunt, the gagged and blindfolded woman shook her head. Melanie now said:

»As you sure know and Linda can assure, I hate violence! But I also do what I have to do! So, we will start by seeing if you have any secrets hidden on your body!«

She took a pocket knife from her trousers and ripped open the plain linen dress of Melissa, following the seam from her neck to the hem that ended at her ankles. She also cut the sleeves and then yanked away the whole dress. Melissa squealed and Linda looked at the bound woman, now dressed only in a sleeveless full slip, together with her shoes and stockings.

»You see, slender women like us really don`t need to wear a corset!«

She pinched some of the flesh of Melissa`s side, making her moan and twitch. Linda could not help to admit that Melissa had indeed a good figure. Then, she looked down on herself and saw that her stockings had slipped down. So, she went for the cupboard and chose one of Emily´s garter belts. When she put it on, she heard a tearing sound, accompanied by a muffled squeal.

»Now, look at that! You naughty, naughty girl, Melissa!«

Linda bent forward and could see that Melissa now was only wearing her black lacy garter belt, together with her stockings and the bootees. However, it seemed that Melissa hadn`t been wearing any knickers. The captive moaned and though little of her face could be seen through the gag and blindfold, Linda was sure that Melissa was blushing all over.

Melanie playfully spanked her buttocks and asked:

»What was it, Melissa? A quick adventure with one of the doctors at the Royal Hospital? Or did you just anticipate it so much you would meet the lovely Linda that you – well, boiled over?«

Now, Linda felt her cheeks redden, too. She turned away and put on a summer dress and some shoes whilst Melanie continued to tease Melissa, accompanied by some more light spanking.

»Now, Melissa, since I don`t want to remove your gag just for nothing, I am asking you again: will you tell me what this is all about?«

Again, Melissa shook her head and Melanie sighed.

»Well, you had your chance! Well, let`s see what we have here! After all, this is not a torture chamber, so, we will have to improvise. Linda, do you have an idea how we could get Miss Knickerless to talk?«

Linda shook her head, feeling dismayed by the idea that she should assist in torturing someone, albeit someone who had tried to abduct her. Melanie looked at the room, commenting on how some items could help her with her task:

»Hm, there is that fly swatter hanging at the wall, quite convenient, but not very solid.«

She took it and thrashed it on each of Melissa´s buttocks with such ferocity that the bamboo stalk broke after the second blow. Melissa shrieked and writhed in her bonds and Linda saw two red marks on her exposed butt. She turned to Melanie to tell her that she didn`t want to witness such things any longer, but the raven-haired made a sign to her with her hand as if to soothe her.

»Just a little longer, I am trying something!«, she whispered into Linda`s ear before she once again asked Melissa whether she would talk. When a panting and slightly sobbing Melissa once again refused, Melanie went to the dressing table and took a bottle from it.

»Ah, body oil. It`s good for the skin and in your condition, you might even find it quite convenient!«

Melanie poured the oil lavishly over Melissa`s butt, even rubbing it over her reddened buttocks and spreading them a bit so the liquid ran into her cleft and between her legs. Again, Melissa squirmed, mewing from the painless, but humiliating ordeal. Melanie took her time to clean her hands with a towel. Then, she said:

»Melissa, you are hard to persuade. However, there are more methods to break the ice! But before-«

Meticulously, she checked Melissa`s bonds one by one and tightened them in the progress, making sure the woman lay spread even wider than before and could hardly move. Then, she also controlled the knots of her gag and blindfold before she went for the night table and took the candle from the candlestick. She took a match, lit the candle and held it over Melissa`s bare back until one single drop fell down.

»Mmhrrmmmm!«

When she saw Melissa suffer, Linda wanted to intervene, but before she could utter a sound, Melanie suddenly grabbed her throat with her free hand and pressed her against the wall.

»If you spoil this, I will tie you to her – stark naked and face to crotch!«

There was such a ferocity in Melanie`s eyes that Linda just stood petrified as Melanie let her go and turned her attention to Melissa again:

»Such hot wax is a wonderful thing, isn`t it? It doesn`t leave permanent damage, but it hurts awfully!«

She let another little drop fall on Melissa`s back and again, the brunette whimpered. Then, Melanie sat on the bed and continued:

»Of course, there are more sensitive parts on your body!«

She pushed the lower end of the candle against Melissa`s butt. The girl mewed and tried to squirm, but Melanie said:

»If I were you, I would hold as still as possible. The more you struggle, the more wax will spill!«

Carefully, she now pushed the candle inside Melissa`s anus. The helpless woman let out a strange sound and Linda gasped, too. But Melanie had sounded so threatening that she didn`t dare to do or say anything.

Melanie took care the candle was standing upright. It was not thicker than an inch and also, the oil had helped to get it inside Melissa`s rear entry. Melanie rose from the bed and, looking at Linda, she put her index finger to her lips. Then, she moistened two fingers and put out the candle.

»Just try not to move, Melissa. On the other hand, the more the candle burns down, the more wax will run down the candle, get into your anus or between your legs. And sooner or later, the flame will reach your oiled skin – and I sure don`t have to tell you that oil is highly inflammable!«

Melissa once more whimpered miserably, but she managed not to writhe. Now, Melanie looked around and took the small bag that contained all of Linda`s and Emily`s money, together with their travelling documents. Taking this, she grabbed Linda`s arm and, having pulled away the armchair silently, pushed her through the door and to the corridor. When she had closed the door again, she whispered:

»There are two possibilities: either, she´s not important to her accomplices – then, she will not know very much. Or she is an important part of whatever is going on – then, they will sooner or later come to rescue her and instead of waiting for them, we will go to the lion`s cave – the Royal Hospital!«

Linda`s jaw dropped, causing Melanie to playfully push it up again.

»But why-?«

Linda pointed at the door, where Melissa was tied up. Melanie smiled, showing her dimple:

»She earned some punishment after she dared to touch you, Sweetie! That’s one of my weaknesses – I am terribly overprotective sometimes!«

She kissed Linda, then, she took her hand, pulling the still puzzled blonde with her.

***

The men produced an armbinder similar to that of Caitlyn and Sarah and quickly released Emily from her wheelchair. She tried to break free when they took off her straightjacket, but she was no match for Dr. Bernard and Ibrahim who forced her arms into the leather sheath until her fingers were crushed into the tight mitten. Then, they pulled the laces tight, making her elbow joints meet, and secured the armbinder with straps over her shoulders and around her waist. Then, Dr. Bernard took off Sarah’s glasses before each girl was hooded again. When they had removed the leg straps from Sarah and Caitlyn, the three girls were forced to walk fast pace, each one led by one of the men.

The trip was short however. After a few minutes, the hoods were removed again and Emily`s eyes widened. They were in a stable and before them stood – a hearse. It had two black horses leashed to it, complete with black feathers decorating their heads. On the load that consisted of some kind of black box with big glass windows on it, there was a huge coffin. Though she was quite sure the men didn`t intend to kill them, she mewed and so did Sarah and Caitlin.

»Don`t worry, you will have the best place all for yourself, Ladies! It`s padded and even has a secret air supply!«

Now, Ibrahim grabbed Caitlyn and Emily by their hair and forced them to kneel whilst Dr. Bernard and the other Arab grabbed a squirming and moaning Sarah. Despite her resistance, they managed to bend her legs and strap her ankles to her thighs. Like that, they heaved her onto the load and opened the lid of the coffin. Now, Emily and Caitlyn could not see what was happening, but obviously, they just dumped the girl inside, for a few seconds later, they came for Caitlyn.

The brunette fought even more, but she too got her legs folded and tied and was put into the coffin. Emily shuddered: the box looked quite big, but there were three of them!

They now tied her ankles to her knees, too, but instead of putting her onto the load, Dr. Bernard produced a small bottle and poured some of the liquid it contained on his palm. The same moment, the two Arabs forced Emily to spread her bound legs.

»It`s a little extra for you, Emily!«, Dr. Bernard whispered into her ear and rubbed the balm between her legs, thoroughly, but gentle. She tried to fight him, but the two men held her still, ignoring her muffled cries. Then, they lifted her up.

Inside the coffin, Caitlyn and Sarah had been placed with their heads to the ends of the coffin, so their bent knees were some ten inches apart from each other. Now, they pulled both women closer to the ends and forced them to open their thighs, making the space between them bigger. Still, Emily wondered how they expected to get her inside, too.

Ibrahim now grabbed her by her left shoulder and knee and then, whilst his colleague lifted up Caitlyn`s butt, the third man grabbed her right leg, pushing it under Caitlyn. Now, both women tried to struggle, but the three men pushed them closer together. When they were finished, Emily`s right leg was trapped between the coffin`s upholstered floor and Caitlyn`s body whilst her left knee was somewhere between the other`s boobs. With dismay, Emily felt that her and Caitlyn`s labia were touching. She tried to wriggle away, but her upper body now was embedded between Sarah`s splayed thighs, her head so close to her middle that she felt Sarah`s pubic hair brush over her cheek.

»Now, struggle all the way you want!«, the doctor mocked before the lid was closed. Indeed, Emily tried her best to ease the position, but to no avail. The coffin was big, but the lid had been upholstered with some kind of heavy mattress that now pushed her down and forced her to remain lying on Sarah`s lap. Emily could feel the wriggling of the girl and also how Caitlyn and she brushed over each other in the most intimate way. She forced herself to remain still. It would be humiliating, but as soon as the hearse would be on the street, they sure could make a sound loud enough to be heard. These harness gags were not meant to silence them completely!

However, when the wagon started, she could hear that bells were attached to it, jingling the louder the faster the hearse got. Of course, it didn`t move too fast, for a speeding hearse would have been quite suspicious, but it was enough to stifle all the sound the three helpless girls made when they heard the noises of a crowded city. Unbeknownst to them, most people tried not to get too close to the black uncanny coach.

Emily was just thinking of a more effective way of alerting people of their presence when she suddenly felt that her middle was itching. Involuntarily, she shifted her hips, causing an anxious moan and some wriggling from Caitlyn.

»Relax, it`s just sweat!«, she told herself, but then, she felt the itching increased. It was more a tingle and now, also warmth was building up in her pelvis. A warm, not unpleasant, tingling feeling. And the feeling was getting stronger by the second.

With a shiver, Emily now remembered the liquid Dr. Bernard had rubbed between her legs. He had said something about a »little extra« – and then, another memory hit her: both Caitlyn and Sarah had said the abductors had used an aphrodisiac on them.

»Oh no, these bastards! But I won`t give in! I am stronger than that damned potion!«

She bit down on the leather ball in her mouth and stiffened her muscles. The itching had become stronger and she needed all her strength not to move her hips and rub her labia over Caitlyn`s. Emily felt drool drip from her mouth and she knew that it would drop directly on Sarah`s pubic mound. She tried to turn her head, but only managed to brush over her pubic hair again. Again, Sarah twitched her legs, trying to close her thighs.

»I am not lying there on purpose, stupid cow!«, Emily fumed into her gag. Usually, if one was strong enough to withstand the urge to scratch, the itching subsided sooner or later. But this strange tingle seemed to grow and besides, the heat in her loins had become unbearable. Now, Emily could no longer deny it: it was sexual arousal that built up within her. Still, she could feel that her nipples had grown hard and she sighed whenever her sensitive buds rubbed over the upholstery of the coffin or Sarah`s leg.

She seemed to have moved her hips a bit, or perhaps, Caitlyn had shifted her position, for now, she felt something slightly rough rub over her soft flesh.

»That`s her pubic hair, it will help, just a little, oohhh!«

No longer the mistress of her thoughts and will, she stretched her body and pressed her wet and swollen middle against Caitlyn`s, trying to ease the itching and to cool the heat by rubbing over the other.

It helped, oh God, it helped and sent blissful strays through her womb. Emily increased her movements, ignoring the helpless struggles of her unwilling partner. However, it was a temporary relief.

Tied as they were, Emily could arch and twist all she wanted – apart from an occasional touch, her clit found nothing to focus on. There were just Caitlyn`s inner thighs, too soft to create the necessary friction. Emily increased her moves and, now focused totally on her pussy, was glad that Caitlyn seemed to join the game, for she also squirmed like mad.

It was like giving a sip of water to a person dying from thirst. After a short relief, she only felt the white hot fire burn inside her even stronger and she screamed through her gag in sheer frustration. Vaguely, she felt that Sarah now struggled, too, as she sent vibrations of her frantic wailing through her pubic mound.

»Phew, I must reduce the henbane! More than an hour and she is still in the throes of passion – or should I say, in the throes of unfulfilled passion?«

Emily hadn`t realized that the hearse had stopped or that the lid of the coffin had been opened. Only when they pulled her out of the box and placed her on the sandy ground, she looked up to her captors, in her eyes a wild expression. Even Dr. Bernard shied away from her sheer, burning arousal. The hard nipples on her thrust out boobs seemed to point at him and she spread her legs wide, presenting him her swollen clit that literally cried for relief.

When she felt the hand on her pubic mound, Emily let out a deep, animalistic groan and tried to thrust her pelvis forward. Ibrahim`s fingers slid into her easily and the man had the clemency to push them into her, hard and fast, so she could finally, finally explode in an almost violent orgasm.

Panting, she still felt the fire gloom inside her, but now, Ibrahim turned his hand palm upwards and thrust his fingers even deeper into her. When moving back, he squirmed his fingers and thus touched a spot Emily hadn`t known it even existed. When she first felt the man`s hand on the upper wall of her vagina, it was almost painful, so sensitive was this spot – but then, the waves of passion grew again and Ibrahim increased them on every push of his strong hand, with every squirming of his fingers. Emily now screamed hoarsely into her gag and when the flood of pure lust washed over her this time, she finally felt relieved and satisfied. Spasming and thrashing, Emily held the joyful peak for as long as possible before she let out a deep, long groan and collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to even move her head.

»Really, too much henbane – or should I better check out whether it was just her? Any volunteers?«

Dr. Bernard looked at Caitlyn and Sarah, still tied up and kneeling side by side, who had watched the outbursts of Emily`s double orgasm with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Vigorously, both girls shook their heads.

Laughing, the men removed the leg straps of the girls, but left them gagged and their arms sheathed. Then, before they left the little hut, Dr. Bernard said:

»If you are envious and want to have what Emily had, you must help yourselves! I need the rest of my potion for other purposes!«

***

Neither Linda nor Melanie noticed the man who was sitting in the lobby of their hotel, reading a newspaper. It was Kazeem, dressed in a beige suit and also wearing a red fez that made him look like an Egyptian. He of course saw the two women leave, but he decided not to follow them. They only had a small handbag with them and besides, there was no sign of the woman who had been with the abductors.

He had taken off the shabby djellaba he had worn as a disguise and with the suit, he looked like a businessman. The hotel was frequented by Arabs and Turks mostly and so, he had had no problems in renting a room. Kazeem had had very special wishes about his room and since he had also given the clerk some tip, he had finally gotten room number 36 – one of the rooms adjacent to Linda`s.

He had just deposited his suitcase there and went back for the lobby. Now, in broad daylight, he could not risk to jump on Linda`s balcony and try to overpower her and her guardian. So, he had waited until the two had left – temporarily, as he thought.

Back in his room, Kazeem pressed a glass to the wall and listened carefully. There was nothing to hear and so, he went on his balcony. Now, in the heat of the day, there was nobody on the other balconies or at the court and so, he took his suitcase and jumped over to Linda`s room. The door was open and Kazeem drew his revolver.

»Mmhhmm! Uhhhmmm!«

On the bed, he saw a woman lying on her belly, naked except for her gartered stockings and her bootees. She was tied to the four bedposts by her wrists and ankles and he could also see that several cloths were knotted at the back of her head, gagging and blindfolding her. However, it was another detail that amazed – and amused – Kazeem: in the woman`s butt, an unlit candle had been placed and it slightly swayed from her weak movements.

»Now, that`s what I call a lovely chandelier!«

He spoke English, for the brunette hair and the fair skin indicated that the woman was European. She answered by a muffled whimper and Kazeem stepped closer.

»Allow me!«, he said with mocking politeness and plucked the candle from her rear. Now, he could also see some oil glister on her buttocks that also showed two red marks. Kazeem could not help admiring the raven-haired woman a bit – for he doubted that Linda had been so imaginative when it had come to humiliate a captive.

»Mmhhmmmph!«

The woman now increased her squirming and made more noise through her gag. Kazeem wanted to say something to her when his eyes fell on a wallet lying on the floor. He picked it up and found something that looked a bit like a passport. On the cover, there was an emblem with a crown and in ornate letters, »Royal Hospital of Cairo« was written below. Kazeem opened the booklet and found it was a permit for a nurse named Melissa Arlen, aged 22, that worked at the Department for Nervous Disorders at the Royal Hospital. Kazeem scoffed: that was just a more polite word for a lunatic`s asylum. He turned to the bound and gagged woman again.

»Miss Arlen, I presume?«

The woman nodded, accompanied by another moan. Kazeem stepped closer and padded her naked buttock, causing her to increase her struggling and mewing.

»My dear Melissa, I am sad to disappoint you, but though the woman who left you like this is my opponent, your situation has not really improved! You should better pray that you are worth more to your accomplices than you are worth to me!«

***