In some lonesome Valley 3

The elderly waitress not so friendly put the coffee on the table. Obviously, her two latest guests were more than just friends and though she said nothing, she wanted to express her dislike. Once she had retreated, both Nancy and Katja had to oppress a giggle.

»Maybe, she fears she has to burn the bed after we committed unspeakable sins in it«, Katja whispered and Nancy nearly choked on her croissant, but at the same time, she reached for Katja`s hand and pressed it.

Actually, it hadn`t been that unspeakable what they had done, though the old woman would have seen it otherwise. Sure, they had both been naked and there had been kisses and some tenderness, but to their surprise, they had not gotten carried away, but instead spent quite some time talking and learning to know each other better.

Of course, they had also spoken about the elephant in the room – their mission to free Janine. And so, they had agreed upon a pact: as long as their mission wasn`t accomplished, they would wait until they »lay together as woman and woman«, as Katja had put it. Nancy had been relieved and disappointed at the same time. She knew that she would not have her mind free as long as Janine was in Linh`s clutches, but also, the naked woman beside her didn`t make that an easy decision. Katja had cuddled towards her.

»It doesn`t mean we will have to shy away from everything, Nancy!«

Her hand had brushed over Nancy`s chest and Nancy had grabbed it and pressed it against her left breast, letting out a sigh. Then, she had slung her leg over Katja and breathed:

»You know I could just throw myself upon you?«

Katja had responded to her kiss, but when Nancy had wrestled her to her back, sat astride her and had panted from oppressed arousal, she had looked at her and said:

»Save that energy and once Janine`s free, I will be all yours!«

For a few moments, they had stared at each other, panting and the tips of their breasts touching. Then, however, Nancy had sunk down, let herself slide from Katja`s body and kissed her. Katja was right and so, they spent the time with tenderness, but stopped each time when they were about to be overwhelmed.

»In the morning, I will need a very long and cold shower!«, Nancy had breathed, causing Katja to giggle.

»As long as you promise to behave, I will soap your body!«

Indeed, it seemed important to Katja to show Nancy that she was not shying back just because she wasn`t interested. In fact, she found some sadistic pleasure in »stoking the oven« a bit. She gently bit Nancy`s earlobes or encircled her nipple with a stray of her long golden hair, but always withdrew and only allowed Nancy to touch her above the waist, though it could be seen – and smelled – that Katja was not holding back easily.

The game of tease and denial had somehow let their feelings for each other grow and so, they were all cheerful and optimistic and the grumpy old waitress could not disturb their mutual understanding. Katja even left some tip for her at the table when they got up. When the woman, staring daggers at them, picked up the 20 Euro, Katja went on the tips of her toes and kissed Nancy`s lips. When the waitress withdrew with a grunt, they both giggled; then, Nancy playfully slapped Katja`s butt.

»Now, hop to the bathroom whilst I pay off our room! I want to be on the road in ten minutes!«

Katja stood to attention and saluted.

»Mam, yes, Mam! Ready to grab Guylène`s tiny ass once finished peeing, Mam!«

She turned on her heels and then, not very soldier-like, she floated out of the room, swaying her butt. Nancy let out a sigh and then went for the lobby.

None of the girls had paid much attention to the only other breakfast guest, a single man sipping his coffee and reading a book. He had recognized the two blonde lovebirds with their unmistakable accents when speaking French and their slight provocation of the waitress had amused him a bit. However, when the smaller one had mentioned the name Guylène, he had given them a closer look. Of course, the name, although rather rare, wasn`t that uncommon, but after all, he was heading into the same direction as these women obviously intended and he also was after a woman of the same first name.

»Maybe, it`s just a coincidence!«

He was almost sure that it was a coincidence, but when Nancy and Katja left, he had learned the license number and other significant details of their car by heart and a few minutes after them, he also left the hotel.

***

At breakfast, the announcement that Guylène would arrive that evening didn`t cause much irritation. Both Janine and Cordelia where not only tired and exhausted, they also were still coping with the effects of the previous night.

Janine occasionally let her hand slide below the table, massaging her middle that still slightly tingled from being tightly crotch-chained all night. Cordelia was in a better physical shape, but in another way, she still felt the presence of the vibrator. Not only had the mean toy interrupted her sleep, it had also done its purpose, so to say. She hadn`t reacted to it – but she had felt that she would if the stimulation would last longer. There had been a slight tingling, a growing warmth in her womb that had been caused by the vibrations and Cordelia still felt the urge to splash water into her face to keep her cheeks from burning.

Linh and Aminata exchanged a look and the Black said:

»Your Mistress will not be pleased if you are that indifferent in the evening!«

»Technically, she isn`t Handful`s Mistress, she`s just allowed to have fun with her as long as I am here. But you are right, a good slave should show a better amount of respect!«, Linh added. Now, both captives straightened their position and looked at their captors. Janine suddenly cleared her throat and spoke:

»You know that you all, including your ›Mistress‹, will rot in jail once you got caught!«

Aminata rose from her seat. She stepped towards Janine and looked down on her. Janine answered her look, though she looked quite vulnerable in comparison, stark naked and with the vanishing marks of the chain around her waist and leading down to her labia. The Black didn`t seem angry; instead, she smiled.

»So, you want us to set you both free, provide you with clothes and then hand ourselves to the police?«

Janine blinked. Put like that, it would indeed be a very silly move of her or Linh, even if a judge would probably guarantee them mitigating circumstances. She withdrew to a common trope, telling Aminata that she would never get away with it. Aminata smiled even broader.

»We will see! Now, let`s get you two prepared! I have to do some shopping and Linh needs to work on her laptop for a few hours!«

They were given the usual five minutes each to visit the bathroom and to clean their teeth. Then, with their ankles cuffed, but otherwise unrestrained, they stood side by side again. Janine obviously saw no longer a point in speaking up against their captors, as she also silently waited for the next ordeal. Aminata said:

»Now, I will ask each of you three questions that will have to do with a few – surprises for you. Handful, please, answer quickly, but choose wisely!«

Janine tried to feign coolness, but she knew that Aminata was again playing her sadistic game and so, she concentrated to perhaps avoid the bigger of two evils.

»First question: indoor or outdoor?«

Janine frowned, but then, she chose outdoor. The chalet was secluded, but there was the faint chance that someone might see them if they were left outside.

»Silk or leather?«

»Silk!«

It was not the easiest choice, too, for »silk« sure would also have something to do with silk panties, but at least, silk was smooth and soft whilst leather could cut into her skin. Aminata nodded and asked her last question:

»Alone or together?«

»Alone!«, Janine blurted, this time, without hesitating. She definitely didn`t want to have more enforced proximity with her co-captive!

»All right! Titsabobbing, you will be pleased that this time, you won`t automatically get what Handful didn`t choose. Instead, you will get your own questions once we are finished with handful. Now, follow me outside, please!«

In the garden, Cordelia had to lie down on her belly on a towel. Linh quickly took another pair of handcuffs, tying her wrists and putting her into a hogtie. A piece of tape was placed over her lips and then, she had to wait as Linh went inside whilst Aminata removed Janine`s ankle cuffs. Then, she said:

»Until Linh comes back: do you want to attack me, just so you can tell yourself you have tried everything? You won`t get punished if you hit me, I just need some sparring!«

Janine glared at her. The Black was six feet tall and sportive. On the other hand, Janine had had some Martial Arts training, too. So, she waited and when Aminata asked her again, she didn`t let her finish her sentence and attacked instead.

In helpless fascination, Cordelia watched as Aminata easily dodged the attack. Janine tried to kick her, but though the naked woman had been fast, she managed to grab her ankle. Holding her in a vice grip, she forced Janine to balance on one leg, trying in vain to hit her. When Linh came with a big wicker basket, she pushed Janine back and she landed in the grass. Aminata not even panted whilst Janine quickly came to her feet again, her head lowered.

Aminata opened the basket and took some long scarves from it. She draped them over her shoulder and then made Janine approach her. Still panting from her fight, the other woman obeyed.

»Silk combines smoothness with tightness!«

As if to prove that, she took one of the scarves and let it brush over Janine`s breasts before taking the ends and pulling on them. Then, she slung it around Janine`s neck. The woman gasped, but Aminata just crossed it between her breasts. Then, she threaded it under her arms and knotted it off at the small of Janine`s back. It looked a bit like a bikini top, though the scarf didn`t cover Janine`s breasts, but just uplifted them a bit.

With a second scarf, she then tied Janine`s wrists, crossing them in front of her. Then, using two more scarves, she tied her legs at the ankles and right above the knees, cinching the bonds. Still, it didn`t look too straining and even as if Janine could free herself if she tried.

Aminata now stepped behind her victim, slinging one arm around her upper body to pin Janine`s arms. Her other hand, she pushed between her legs and reached for the dangling ends of the scarf that tied her wrists. Cordelia heard a gasp from Janine and saw how her eyes widened as she pulled on these ends, forcing them between her legs before tying them off to her breast scarf.

Now, Janine stood there, her bust heaving and her fingers flexing and fluttering in front of her middle. The silk sure was less painful than the crotch chain had been, but it touched the same areas and was very irritating.

Aminata now rummaged through the basket and when she came back, she was holding two pairs of panties in her hand. Both were colorful and looked quite substantial.

Janine tried to turn her head as Aminata held the garments to her nose, but the Black said:

»If you do as I say, it will only be one pair in your mouth!«

With a groan, Janine stopped squirming and Aminata forced her to choose one pair by sniffing on both pairs. Then, she slowly, but thoroughly stuffed the chosen pair into Janine`s mouth, putting the other pair into her belt.

»Now, don`t dare to spit these out!«

Breathing through her nose and looking anxiously at Aminata who again had bent over the basket, Janine stood there with the panties protruding a bit from her mouth. Aminata, who had picked some more scarves, wedged them deeper into her mouth, causing Janine to retch. Then, she tied a thick triple knot into one of the scarves, pushed it between her victim`s jaws and then pulled on the ends. Ignoring Janine`s moaning, panting and squirming, she forced the whole knot into her mouth before tying the gag off at her nape.

Another scarf was tied over Janine`s eyes, blindfolding her. Then, Aminata took the other pair of panties from her belt and said towards Linh:

»She dared to say that these were smelly! Just because I had been wearing them during a hiking weekend!«

She pulled the panties over Janine`s head, taking care the crotch part covered her nose. Then, she tied another scarf over her mouth, pressing the panties against her lips and securing the panty hood. Then, yet another scarf was tied over her mouth and nose. Except for a few tresses of hair, Janine`s head was now covered with silk. Aminata took a thin square scarf, wrapped it around her entire head and then tied the ends off at the back of her neck. Now, Janine was effectively gagged, hooded and blindfolded and she was fighting to get air into her lungs.

Aminata now went for a plastic box beside the pool. From it, she took something large and blue and only when she produced a foot pump, too, Cordelia saw it was an air mattress she quickly inflated. She suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as she could imagine what their captors had in mind.

Aminata now went for Janine, put her over her shoulder and then placed her on the air mattress. Then, with the help of Linh, they carefully placed it on the pool.

»Mmhhmmph! Nnngggggg!«

Janine squealed as she felt the mattress float and she instinctively squirmed, but stopped when some water touched her skin. Aminata and Linh took care she was lying in the center and then, they pushed it so the mattress floated some yard away from the pool`s edge.

»Just relax, Handful! As long as you don`t play too much with your crotch rope, everything should be fine!«

Janine let out a muffled scream, but did no longer dare to struggle. Cordelia looked at her with horror. From the day before, she knew that the pool was some two yards deep. If Janine fell over, she would drown. The mattress was quite big, but lying still for God alone knew how long would be quite a challenge.

»Now for you, Titsabobbing!«, Aminata distracted her and ripped the tape from Cordelia`s mouth. She gasped and then licked her lips as Aminata said:

»As promised, three options for you as well. First: classic or modern?«

Puzzled, Cordelia looked at the Black. She had no idea what this could have to do with the way she would be treated. »Classic« could refer to some torture devices whilst »modern« could be electro shockers or vibrators. It was the choice between plague and cholera!

»M-modern«, she whispered and Aminata quickly asked:

»East or West?«

Again, the choice gave no hint to what Aminata had in mind. However, since Linh was Asian, Cordelia chose West; perhaps, Aminata, who sounded as if she was of West African descent, would be flattered.

»Pain or strain?«

The glistering in Aminata`s eyes told her that both options would be horrifying. The only point was that she would be tied up anyway which sure would be straining. Therefore, she decided against pain, hoping it hadn`t been a dumb idea.

Aminata left her alone and Cordelia thought for a moment if she should scream. But the only one who would hear her was the helpless Janine and her captors. Even if her cry would carry to the valley, there would be no rescue before they had had every opportunity to punish her severely. So, she just waited for the Black to come back, occasionally glimpsing at Janine who was still lying on her mattress. She hadn`t moved and still looked as if she was save, but it sure would be very frustrating not to be able to squirm.

To her surprise, Aminata came back with a sports bag and shouldering a plastic post that was more than two yards long and had some five inches in diameter. She placed one end in a cemented opening in the ground that originally was meant for a sun umbrella. Then, she secured it with two large screws and tested its stability before she went for Cordelia and removed her cuffs.

»Lean against the post, Titsabobbing!«

Cordelia obeyed and Aminata took her arms and cuffed her wrists behind the post. These cuffs were upholstered, but nevertheless tight. They were linked by a single iron ring and Aminata padlocked this to a matching ring at the post. Cordelia felt like she had been tied to an Indian torment stake and she hoped that this was what Aminata had meant when she had made her decide for »West«. She was locked, but the position was tolerable and she was sure that by stretching her arms, she would even be able to sit down.

Now, the Black produced a strange contraption that consisted of two broad leather collars, connected by a single ring, too. One, she buckled around Cordelia`s neck and though the leather was stiff, it didn`t block her breathing. The other collar was tied around the post, but in a way Cordelia still was able to move up and down, though she now had to keep in contact to the post with her back. Still, it was not what she would call inconvenient, let alone painful.

The next part of her bondage was that Aminata put upholstered shackles around her ankles. These were connected by a two feet spreader bar. Now, she could no longer close her legs, but still, it was okay. Now, Aminata stepped close to her and said:

»An additional question: even or odd?«

Cordelia frowned and the Black giggled.

»Just kidding, Titsabobbing. The fact is that by choosing ›modern‹, you opted for thongs. And I just thought whether the number of these tiny things that I can get into your mouth will be even or odd. Well, there`s only one way to find out!«

Cordelia wanted to protest, but suddenly, Aminata held a vicious looking knife in her hand. In her other, she held a plastic bag filled with thongs in all colors. Then, the horror began.

Aminata did nothing fast. She took the thongs one by one, forcing Cordelia to sniff on them and always adding if it was one of hers, Guylène`s or, on two occasions, one of Linh`s. She worked each of them as deep into her mouth as she could, brushing over Cordelia`s chin with the blade of her knife to make her docile. She counted the number of thongs whilst Cordelia retched and felt her cheeks bulge and her tongue pressed into the back of her throat by the increasing mass of vile tasting cloth. After eleven pieces, Aminata stopped, keeping the knife pointed at Cordelia`s face to keep her from trying to work the gag out whilst she rummaged through the bag again.

»Now, bite down. Hard!«

»Glllggg! Nnnggg!«

Cordelia weakly protested, but the tip of the knife at her chin persuaded her to bite down on the mass of thongs filling her mouth so thoroughly. Aminata also used her other hand to work the packing in a little more until finally Cordelia`s mouth was as full as it was possible for it to be and the gag was dense and stifled all but the faintest of noises. Satisfied, Aminata secured the gag by at least 20 rounds of transparent, yet strong tape. Then, she kissed Cordelia on her forehead.

»Now, where were we? Your last choice was ›strain‹ – which will spare you this!«

She let an iron chain dangle in front of Cordelia`s eyes. Only when she sensed a slight fragrance, she recognized it as the crotch chain both she and Janine had sported earlier. Aminata put it back in the bag and instead produced something that made Cordelia mew: it was a plastic cylinder, some 15 inches long and some two in diameter. Aminata giggled at her victim`s frightened look.

»Don`t be afraid, it isn`t what it looks like – or rather, it is, but not quite the way you think!«

With widened eyes, Cordelia watched as Aminata went on her knees and put her hand between her legs. Then, she turned the plastic torpedo around. On its end, it had a screw socket and obviously, there was a matching hole in the post, for Aminata now screwed the cylinder into it. Cordelia panted and it took her a few seconds to realize nothing terrible had happened. The torpedo now protruded from between her thighs, but it hardly touched her skin. Aminata rose and said:

»Now, it just looks a bit ridiculous, but it`s also harmless. However«, she paused and placed her hands on Cordelia`s shoulders, »however, after some time, you might feel tired and may want to sit down.«

Aminata pressed Cordelia down, forcing her to sit on the cylinder. As soon as she had to put some weight on it, the torpedo started to vibrate and the more Aminata pressed her down, the more it accelerated.

»Nnnggg! Mmhhmmph!«

With a smile, Aminata removed her hands and Cordelia worked herself back in a standing position. The vibrator had stopped, but now, its slight touch on her inner thighs felt very irritating.

»As long as you remain standing, it will just be there. But as the time passes, your legs may become tired and your muscles will be aflame. You may stagger and sooner or later, the thought of a tender massage, together with the opportunity to sit, will be like siren song. It will be some time until we release you – and time is working against you!«

***

»PING!«

Both Nancy and Katja twitched when they heard the metallic sound. They had been driving, following the road towards Grenoble, for some hour now. Nancy did the driving and her right hand was on Katja`s thigh whilst Katja caressed it with her left. In fact, her hand was so far up she could sense the warmth of Katja`s lap and therefore, she had been a bit absent minded.

The sound came from their tracking device and now, Nancy switched on the display. When the signal was within the 25 mile range, the device automatically connected to Google Maps and therefore, all they now had to do was to follow the lead.

»W-we`ve got her!«, Katja breathed.

»Not yet!«

Nancy felt electrified, too, but she knew that now, the real difficulties would begin. If they were lucky, it would be just an unsuspecting Linh and they would be able to overpower her without problems. Then, they could have freed Janine and handed the Asian over to the police before dusk – and reward themselves by a night of love and passion. However, it was more likely that Janine was hidden in some guarded house and that Linh had accomplices.

Following the instructions of the navi, Nancy drove deeper into the French Alps, reaching a higher altitude and when they were some ten miles away from their goal, Nancy was glad that at least the road still was paved.

»The area`s nice for hiking, or for skiing in winter!«, Katja commented when she looked at the rural, but beautiful scenery. Then, she added:

»Who would think that terrible crimes happen in such an idyll!«

»Your hotel at Koblenz was quite idyllic, too«, Nancy replied and Katja fell silent. Indeed, the hotel she had been kidnapped from had been nice and friendly and yet, she had ended up being smuggled out of it inside a suitcase, bound and gagged. Feeling she had been a bit rude, Nancy put her arm around her and Katja cuddled against her and reached for her hand. Then, she said:

»At least, I was saved by a knight in a shiny armor!«

Though the road was curvy and uneven, Nancy could not resist kissing Katja.

»I hardly saved you – and in the end, I wasn`t even wearing panties, let alone an armor!«

Katja giggled.

»Well, I am free now and together with you. And somehow, I don`t mind if you aren`t wearing an armor – or not even your panties.«

She cuddled closer, so her head brushed against Nancy`s right breast. The blonde felt a tingle and she croaked:

»D-don`t forget about our pact!«

Katja raised her head and kissed Nancy`s ear.

»It wouldn`t be a worthy pact if it would be too easy!«

A few minutes later, the road got a bit broader and they could see some other cars. They were heading towards a village named »Saint-Martin-dans-les-Alps«. A quick Google search informed the girls that the village had some 1.800 inhabitants and was the only major village in the valley of the same name.

»Well, at least, we stand a fair chance, even if every citizen is on Linh`s payroll!«

The village was big enough to have a supermarket and some other shops and it even had a small center where an old church and several older buildings were gathered around a paved market place. Nancy parked the car, though their navi told them that the final goal was still some three miles as the crow flies away.

»They even have a hotel here! Let`s check in and get a good rambling map before we observe the place. Maybe, we can even get some clothes that fit better for a hiking trip in the mountains.«

The two girls left their car and stretched their limbs. When they walked towards the only hotel, neither of them recognized the person at the window in the second floor. And even if they had, he was just an ordinary man and he doubted that they would recognize him as the man who had had breakfast in the same hotel as them that very morning.

Since he had known that his final destination was Saint-Martin-dans-les-Alps, he had gone there straight and so, he had arrived an hour before Nancy and Katja. Having checked in, he had taken a shower and changed his clothes and then waited if the car he knew would indeed arrive in the small village.

Still, it could all be a coincidence: they could be at this place by sheer accident and perhaps, they just wanted to visit their old aunt who also happened to have the name Guylène. However, he doubted that.

»I wonder whether these two blondes are potential allies or rather competitors. Anyway, they may be quite helpful.«

It had taken him some effort to find out that Guylène was living somewhere in this valley, but he had no idea where exactly her house was located. He doubted that she lived in the center of the village, but there were several holiday houses and chalets in the valley and the surrounding mountains. So, he decided to see what the two blondes would do and if they went for a tour through the valley, he would simply follow them.

He had already prepared for some hiking, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length trousers. By the door, a pair of hiking boots and a baseball cap were waiting beside his backpack. This backpack contained a few things not every hiker was carrying with him, including a revolver.

He could hear some noises coming from the corridor, steps and the sound of female voices. One was that of the hotel owner`s wife who had shown him his own room earlier, the others sounded as if they were those of the two blondes. Obviously, they would become neighbors.

He thought if he should try to listen if he could overhear their conversation, but decided against it. Instead, he put on his boots and cap, shouldered his backpack and went outside where he went inside the church and waited. After some time, the two girls indeed appeared. The tall one now sported shorts and a T-Shirt, together with walking shoes, whilst the smaller one was wearing a knee-length skirt and a sleeveless top. The tall one was holding her cell phone in her hand and pointed to the direction of the valley. Then, the other suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a bush.

The man watched what had happened and he saw that a big, dark grey Mercedes had stopped some 100 yards away. From it, a woman had stepped out. She was wearing a grey business suit with a matching skirt and was wearing her long dark-brown hair in a bun. Despite the fact she was wearing sunglasses and was some distance away, he recognized Guylène immediately. Forcing himself to remain calm, he watched her walk straight towards the next building – the little Police office.

»Asking the Police for help – well, that fits!«

He turned his attention back to the two blondes who were still hiding behind the bush, having a whispered discussion whilst trying not to look too suspicious. Obviously, the smaller one wanted to get to the Police, too, but her friend kept her back. Then, he saw that the two girls put up their sunglasses and ostentatiously looked at their cell phones. The man grinned: obviously, they feared that Guylène could recognize them, too.

After a few minutes, Guylène left the Police office and got back into her car. For a moment, the man considered heading to his own car to follow her, but he then noticed that the two girls did not go for their car either. Instead, they walked towards the direction to which the tall one had pointed earlier.

»Now, my dears, get me to Guylène and nobody gets hurt!«

Before he followed them, he quickly looked into his backpack. It did not only contain his revolver, hidden in a side pocket, but also some more items one would not expect from a hiker, but nevertheless, he would perhaps need them: a few rolls of duct tape, a coiled rope and a packet of zip ties.

»All right, the game`s afoot!«, he said to himself as he followed the two girls, taking care that he always kept some distance between him and them.

***