In some lonesome Valley 5

»Uuhhmmmm!«

Slowly, Isabelle regained her consciousness. She blinked and wondered why there was a wooden board right in front of her eyes, with a butterfly sitting on it. She felt a dull pain in her neck and wanted to reach for it, but found that she couldn`t.

»Mhhm?«

Now, her senses were alert. Quickly, Isabelle realized she was bound and gagged. Her hands were tied behind her back and somehow, she also couldn`t move her arms up and down. Her legs were held together at knees and ankles and something big and soft stuffed her mouth, held inside by some tightly applied duct tape.

She still was on the platform of the perch, lying in the corner opposite to the ladder. With some difficulties, she sat up and tried to recapitulate what had happened.

The pain in her neck was still there, but it became less when she moved her head. Isabelle remembered that her Martial Arts trainer at the Police Academy had told her that such things as nerve pinches existed and had even offered to show them, but none of them had volunteered. Now, she had gotten her own practice training.

Isabelle now examined her bondage more methodically. She found that her wrists were tied with duct tape and when she tried to pick on it, she felt that these ties were further secured by a zip tie that had also been fixed to her belt, preventing her from getting her arms to the front. Similar zip ties tied her legs at the ankles and above the knees.

»At least, whoever attacked me was so kind not to apply these cable binders on my bare skin!«

Her attacker`s kindness, however, had its limits. The duct tape covering her mouth had been wound around her head several times, preventing her from rubbing it off. She pushed against her gag with her tongue, sensing it was a large nerf ball.

Fighting down the urge to scream through her gag, Isabelle slid over to the perch`s edge and looked into the direction where she had parked her car. It was still there, but there was nobody around who could help her.

»All right, don`t panic, girl! You will find a way!«

She hadn`t become a Policewoman for lack of determination and when she looked down the ladder, she saw it was quite steep, but not vertical. If she went on it with her back towards it, she could perhaps get down from this platform.

Carefully, Isabelle sat up, swung her bound legs over the edge and placed them on one of the ladder`s steps. Now, she slowly pushed herself forward, until she could grab the edge.

It was a slow progress, but now, she could claw her fingers into the highest step and let her feet slide down one step. Like that, Isabelle managed to get down the ladder step by step, panting and sweating from the effort. Two meters above the ground, her feet slipped from the smooth wood and she slithered the rest of the way, but due to the leaves lying on the ground, she didn`t get hurt.

»All right, the rest is child`s play!«

With the help of the tree, she brought herself to her feet and again looked around. Still, she was alone, but this time, Isabelle was glad about that, because hopping to her car would not look very dignified. Since she had only intended to give the perch a short look, she hadn`t locked the car and at the passenger seat was her handbag in which she knew was a pair of scissors.

She felt exhausted after she had hopped the 200 yards to her car, but now, she managed to open the side door. Her handbag was still there and, sitting down on the seat, she could grab it. After some rummaging, she finally got the scissors and could cut the zip tie. Isabelle let out a sigh of relief and then, she quickly freed herself from her bonds.

Now, the next step would be to inform her colleagues, but when she had already grabbed the microphone, her eyes fell on the windshield wipers. There, a pink folded piece of paper was put under one of the wipers, looking like a parking ticket.

»What the-«

She got out and took the paper. It had a flower drawn on it and when she opened it, she read:

» Désolé, belle fille, mais c'était nécessaire. Et merci pour le souvenir.«

»Sorry, pretty girl, but unfortunately, it was necessary. And thanks for the keepsake.«

It was signed by a winking Smiley and Isabelle frowned. She forced herself not to crumple the paper in anger. Attacking her and then asking for forgiveness! Then, she thought twice.

»What is he talking about a souvenir?«

She quickly checked her pockets that just contained a Tic-Tac box and her cell phone anyway, but everything was there and her cell phone was still locked. However, when she had felt her pockets, there had something been wrong. She wriggled her hips and then, after a careful look to all sides, she opened her zipper and pushed her finger inside.

She felt some hair where she would have expected the touch of cotton. Her panties were gone.

Isabelle sank to the car, trembling.

»Wha-what? How`s that possible? What has he done to me?«

She checked once again, but her panties still were absent. A cold grip seemed to grab her neck.

»Has he – raped me?«

She fought down the upcoming panic and forced herself to open her belt and to pull down her trousers to have a closer look. Except for the missing underwear, everything looked as it should; there were no bruises or other traces one could expect if-

Feeling a little better, Isabelle quickly adjusted her clothes and then, a look at her watch further calmed her down. She had checked it before going to the perch and now, it was exactly 63 minutes later. So, if she added the time she had needed to get down the ladder, back to her car and then to free herself, she could not have been unconscious for more than a few minutes. It was unlikely that he had trussed her up and sexually assaulted her in that short amount of time.

Panting, Isabelle got back to her feet. When she had regained her consciousness, she had been properly dressed, with her belt closed and her trousers in place. So, if he hadn`t cut them away, he must have taken off her jeans completely, taken her panties and then put her trousers back on.

»What kind of pervert is this? And why did he do that?«

Isabelle collected the remnants of her bonds and gag into her handbag and then started the car. On her way back to the village, she decided not to tell Pierre about what had happened. He would be no big help and this last detail was just too embarrassing to put into her report.

However, she now would hunt this guy down!

***

Aminata quickly checked if Linh really had passed out, watched by the perplexed Cordelia and Janine. What the hell was going on here?

»What the heaaaummph!«

Obviously, Janine had wanted to articulate that very question, but Guylène had sneaked behind her, forcing the foam ball into her mouth and then buckling the gag mask at her nape. Before Cordelia could react, Aminata had gagged her the same way.

»I had to change a few of my plans. However, I am quite sure you won`t miss Linh that much!«

Aminata now put the unconscious Asian over her shoulder and carried her out of the room, heading towards the stairs leading to the cellar. Cordelia still had to cope with the latest events. And of course, she was quite worried what Guylène`s changed plans would mean to them.

However, their captor just poured herself another wine, toasted towards Cordelia, letting her eyes wander over her body, and remained silent. Cordelia could not help noticing one thing: Guylène had not raised her glass towards Janine.

Time passed agonizingly slow for the two gagged women until Aminata came back. She looked a bit concerned and told Guylène:

»The silent alarm went on when I was just busy trussing up Linh. There were two people down on the parking lot.«

She continued by telling her Mistress that there had been two blonde women who had looked closely at the garage door and even taken a few photos before disappearing. Guylène nodded and said:

»As I told you, maybe, we will get some unwanted attendance. However, my – new business partners I told you about sent me a message when you were preparing Titsabobbing for lunch. They would like to spend me a visit at 5 p.m. – which leaves us just some two hours!«

Aminata didn`t seem too surprised whilst Janine and Cordelia exchanged worried looks. This didn`t sound good at all!

»Now, time for you to say Goodbye!«

Cordelia gasped when she realized Guylène had addressed her and her co-captive. Without hesitating, Aminata bent over Janine, heaved her bound arms over the chair`s backrest and then put her over her shoulder. Janine moaned and tried to flail, but the Black just tightened her grip and a second later, the sound of her hand slapping on Janine`s bare butt could be heard as she carried her squirming and protesting victim towards the cellar. Guylène got up, stepped behind Cordelia and put her hands on her shoulders. It was a gentle gesture, but the tips of her fingers rested on the cleavage of her revealing shirt. Cordelia moaned questioningly and shook her head no.

»For you, nothing will change, Titsabobbing! You will remain my pet! After all, I paid for you – though I am afraid Linh will not have much opportunity to spend the money in the foreseeable future. She will share the fate she had in mind for Handful. Or is it hypocrisy to call that poetic justice?«

»Mhmm?«

»I had to make some arrangements with my latest business partners – arrangements that include the fate of Linh and Handful. However, this won`t affect you. All we have to do is to keep you well hidden once my guests arrive. Otherwise, they might bid on you, too – and currently, I am in such a need of money that I could get tempted!«

***

»No! You won`t go there on your own! I won`t let you!«

Katja had not protested when Nancy, after they had shortly examined the only entrance to the chalet, had stopped at Saint Martin`s only shop for clothing and she had even left Nancy alone in the sports department whilst she had examined the underwear racks. However, when Nancy had appeared with two big bags, she of course had wanted to know what her friend had in mind.

At their hotel room, Nancy told her: since they could not get into the chalet through the main entrance, she would try another way: by climbing up the rock. Therefore, she had bought some black, tight-fitting clothes, climbing boots and even a grappling hook and some rope.

»I am an experienced free climber. In addition, I will be armed and know how to use a gun. All I want is to give the location a closer look. If it`s too dangerous, I will withdraw and we will inform the local Police!«

Katja hesitated. Nancy was right – she had never in her life fired a gun, she was, though quite sportive, not very strong and she also suffered from slight vertigo. So, she would indeed be rather an obstacle to Nancy than a support.

»I insist on driving you to the foot of that hill and I will wait for your return!«

Nancy bent forward and kissed her lips.

»I wouldn`t have expected less of you. Now, will you continue pouting or will you instead help me to try on my new clothes?«

Katja pursed her lips, but could not prevent that she had to smile for long. Then, she took the small bag with her own shopping and presented a black lacy thong.

»How about starting with you helping me trying on my new clothes?«

Nancy approached her, looking at her like a predator.

»I already thought that you are looking a bit overdressed to me, Fräulein!«

»So, we are calling each other by the names this evil Asian gave us – Melons?«

She leaned against the wall and stopped the still advancing Nancy by putting her hands on her boobs. Nancy leaned forward so she felt her more and whispered:

»Now, see where this woman got us too!«

However, the memory of Linh also brought back that they still had their mission of rescuing Janine and so, after a last kiss, they decided to rest until the night instead of breaking their pact.

»This evil Asian should be sentenced 20 years extra for doing that to my love life!«, Nancy thought by herself as they were lying on their bed little later, clad only in their panties and holding hands, but doing nothing more.

***

Isabelle had driven home where she had put on a fresh pair of panties and, in the secluded safety of her own bathroom, again looked if perhaps the man had done even more whilst she had been unconscious. However, it looked as if she was okay.

»And yet, I will get him!«

She had tried to figure out who the unknown attacker could be. He sure had some skills, for Isabelle was a Policewoman and usually could not get overpowered that easy. However, some things made her wonder about his personality.

It wasn`t just that he had stolen her underwear. He had also taken care that she would not get hurt by her bonds – and he had left her that message that could be read as either overbearing or childish or kind or all of that together. Against her will, Isabelle was a bit fascinated.

However, it was also likely that this man was one of those Guylène had been worried about and so, she decided to spend her a short visit after she had returned to her office to tell Pierre a fake story and to write an equally fake report. Of course, this wasn`t correct, but what could she do? Karim was absent, Pierre wasn`t really a help and it was a bit too early to inform the colleagues at Grenoble.

So, after some two hours, she left and drove towards the parking lot in front of Guylène`s garage. She knew that there was a lift inside the rock, leading to her chalet. Isabelle had never been there, but she knew from the mayor who had occasionally been invited there.

When she approached the lot, she was surprised to see a car parking in front of the garage`s door. Beside it, at the intercom, a tall man in a black suit was standing. He had shorn hair and looked like a chucker-out – or a bodyguard. The car was a Bentley with tinted windows and when the man said something towards the car, another man stepped out from the backseat.

Isabelle had never seen him before, but this man looked as if his suit had cost about as much as her car was worth. He had a dark complexion and black curly hair and he now approached the intercom. Isabelle could see him bent forward; obviously, the person on the other side wanted to see his face clearly. A few seconds later, he returned to his car and the garage`s door opened. The Bentley slid inside whilst the bodyguard took a last look around, causing Isabelle to drive on as if she was just a random passer-by.

»Well, that`s strange!«

Of course, it was not unusual that a rich woman like Guylène had rich friends and it was also normal that she invited them. However, this man had not looked as if he earned his money by following the law. Isabelle tried to convince herself that she was led by prejudice because the man had looked Arabic, but she could not help finding these visitors suspicious. Suddenly, an idea began to grow in her mind.

»What if she is planning something illegal and has asked for my help just to distract me? Maybe, this is the prelude to some gang war?«

It was a hilarious thought, but it was also not common that she got knocked unconscious and left bound and gagged on a perch! Isabelle drove home, but she knew that the sight of the strange Bentley would haunt her. At her desk, she repeatedly outweighed the pros and cons of her suspicion that Guylène was crossing the law.

»Fuck!«, she finally yelled, jumping up from her chair. She knew: if she ever wanted to find sleep again, she needed to be sure about what was going on inside the chalet. And if that meant getting inside there that night, definitely crossing the lines, then she would do it!

***

Guylène`s sleeping room was dominated by an old-fashioned double-sized bed with bed posts. It had a high quality mattress and satin sheets, but Cordelia could enjoy neither of it.

Once Aminata had again returned from the cellar, making some ominous remarks about Janine and Linh »enjoying some quality time together«, she and Guylène had brought her upstairs and tied her to the bed posts, so Cordelia was lying there spread-eagled. She was tied with silk scarves, but above these, Aminata had knotted leather thongs that were very tight. Once she had been secured, Guylène sent Aminata away and sat down on the side of the bed.

»I am afraid it will be a long evening, but believe me, I am already anticipating coming back to you later!«

Her hands brushed over Cordelia`s pantyhose-clad legs, sighing and breathing compliments in French about their shape and smoothness. Cordelia moaned. Since her captivity, she had repeatedly been touched by other women, also very intimately. However, when Linh had done so, it had been to embarrass her or to cause pain. Guylène, however, obviously wanted her to enjoy what she was doing.

»You don`t like it?«

»Mmhmm! Nnnnggg!«

Vigorously, Cordelia shook her head. Guylène leaned over her, bringing her face close to Cordelia`s. The same time, her hand found a way into her open, knotted blouse, cupping her left breast.

»Well, I intend to find the way to your heart, Cherie – I can already feel how it pounds!«

She continued massaging her breast, taking her nipple between two fingers and pinching it slightly. Cordelia felt a slight tingling and she knew that her body was betraying her, felt that her nipple was growing hard under the constant teasing. She let out a faint moan and Guylène smiled, withdrawing from her after a last, stronger pinch to her nipple that made her gasp.

»Unfortunately, I now have to change clothes and to get ready for my guests. Speaking of those – you may be tempted to make yourself noticeable and maybe, you may even raise one`s curiosity. However, these are not men who would rescue you. If they find you, they might find interest in you. And maybe, they will bid more than you are worth to me. So, if you don`t prefer a Qatar harem to my house, you better stay quiet!«

Then, she had taken her clothes off, doing so in a way that allowed Cordelia to admire her body. Guylène measured just some 5`2``, but with her slender figure and her full breasts, she looked very attractive. As she opened her hair, a dark brown cascade fell down to the midst of her back. Guylène once again let her eyes wander over Cordelia`s body and suddenly giggled.

»Partner look, so to say!«

It took Cordelia until Guylène had disappeared in her bathroom until she understood that she had been referring to her pubic mound that also was clean shaved. Once she could hear the shower, Cordelia pulled on her bonds, but to no avail. She then tried to dislodge her gag, but the straps were firmly in place and so, the nerf ball stayed inside her oral cavity. With a mixture of fear and frustration, she waited until Guylène came back, wearing a bathrobe and having a towel wrapped over her hair.

She put on an off-white dress that was emphasizing her forms, but was nevertheless tasteful. Then, she put on some jewelry and when she came for Cordelia to say Goodbye for the moment, her eyes fell on her discarded clothes.

»Sorry, I am a little messy sometimes!«

She took the bunch of clothes and brought it to the bathroom, obviously throwing it into the laundry basket. Then, she came back, holding her sheer pantyhose and her white lacy panties in her hands. She sat on the bed and brushed over Cordelia`s face with the latter, causing her to cringe and moan with protest.

»I wore these the whole day«, she purred before pulling them over Cordelia`s head, taking care that the crotch part was covering her nose. Carefully to not push them aside, she then pulled the pantyhose over her captive`s head, too. Now, the panties were pressed against Cordelia`s nose and the smell of the pantyhose added to the fragrance od the used underwear. She mewed, but Cordelia just wrapped the pantyhose`s legs twice around the lower part of her head before knotting them off over her mouth, so Cordelia also had to endure the smell of her feet.

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

»You are right, Cherie, it can be boring having to wait for hours with nothing to pass the time!«

She went for her nightstand and rummaged through it, producing a pink egg-shaped thing. This, she pushed into Cordelia`s pantyhose, placing it between her legs, much to her discomfort. Then, she put a small remote into Cordelia`s right hand.

»Have fun, Cherie, we will see each other later!«, she chirped, leaving the bedroom and locking the door from the outside.

***

Isabelle looked at herself in the mirror and involuntarily had to giggle.

»If I put some black paint on my cheeks, I may pass as the mascot of a swatting team!«

Of course, her clothes were fitting her plan of entering Guylène`s chalet without being seen. She was wearing black jeans and a matching tight-fitting sweater, also her darkest pair of hiking boots. A black woolen cap completed her outfit.

Earlier, Isabelle had studied some detailed maps of the valley and compared them to what she knew from her regular trips in the area. The plateau the chalet was located wasn`t the top of that mountain. Instead, one side of it was restricted by the top of the mountain that also built the backside of the chalet. According to what Isabelle had heard, the back part of the house had been carved into the stone. Anyway, the mountain was very steep and some 20 to 50 meters higher than the building – but it could be reached via an adjacent mountain, at least if someone was capable of climbing.

»Luckily, we have a half moon!«

So, the light would be sufficient for her not to need a flashlight, but also not too bright, showing her off to anyone looking up the mountain from the chalet`s garden. Isabelle had even made up a backup story if someone detected her: she had been having an eye on the area – as requested by Guylène – and seen a suspicious person she had chased up the rocks until she had found that the chalet could be accessed from above. So, Guylène would perhaps even be grateful that Isabelle had found the weak spot in her defense system.

Once the night had fallen, Isabelle drove off to an unpaved path that led close to the mountain next to that with the plateau. Then, she put on her gloves and the cap and checked her equipment: a 30 foot rope, her gun and her Police ID. Of course, she had no search warrant, but quite often, people just bent towards authorities.

Getting up the rock was straining, but not as difficult as she had feared. They were at an altitude of some 1.800 meters and so, there were some bushes, offering cover and helpful handles. After just an hour, she was on a place from where she could look down at the plateau.

She could see the moonlight glister in the pool, otherwise, the garden was almost black. On the flat roof some 20 meters below her, she saw several black objects that were either air vents or skylights and she also spotted a satellite dish.

Now, the difficult part began. The last eight meters or so were vertical rock, offering nothing to use as a step or handle. Carefully, Isabelle climbed down to one last bush that looked strong enough to tie her rope to it and then abseil the last meters. When she was just above it, the root she had used as a handle broke.

Isabelle managed to oppress her scream as she landed on the bush and she also could grab it and prevent herself from landing on the roof. Panting, she waited until her breath had slowed down again, all the time listening if her stunt had attracted someone`s attention inside the chalet. There was nothing but the sound of music coming through an open window, but then, Isabelle felt something else: her gun had slipped from her belt and now was lying somewhere on the dark roof.

»Fuck!«

However, the lost weapon wasn`t her worst problem: with the root broken, she could not get back the way she had come. This would leave her only two opportunities: either finding another way or getting down and revealing herself to Guylène.

»Well, either way, I have to get to the roof!«

She tied the rope to the bush and tested it twice before she climbed down. Only when she was standing on firm ground again, she felt her legs tremble from her previous adventure and again, she allowed herself a minute to breathe.

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and a hand clamped over her mouth.

»Uuuhmmm!«

Before Isabelle could react, the attacker had wrestled her down, forcing her on her belly and trapping her between his legs whilst he still prevented her from yelling. With his other hand, he twisted her left arm, sending a flaming pain through her shoulder.

»Mmhhrrmmm!«

Isabelle tried to throw him off, but he just increased the pressure on her distorted arm and she winced into the hand covering her mouth.

»I am not enjoying this, but it won`t hurt me more than you!«

Again, she bucked and again, she paid for her defiance by a terrible pain in her shoulder. Fuming, Isabelle calmed down a bit and her attacker whispered:

»I can do that all night long if necessary!«

Not waiting for her response, he quickly shifted his position. Without taking the hand from her mouth, he placed his knees on her arms whilst forcing her down by sitting on her back. Now, he had one hand free and after a few seconds, the hand from her mouth was removed. Before Isabelle could utter a sound, he shoved something large and soft deep into her oral cavity. She ached and tried to shake her head, but he managed to wind a few rounds of tape tightly over her mouth and around her head.

Next, he grabbed her wrists, crossed them in her back and tied them, apparently with a zip tie. When Isabelle tried to pull on her bonds, the man rolled over her body to her legs and grabbed her ankles. With a second zip tie, he tied her feet and then, he used a third to put her into a hogtie. Isabelle squirmed and moaned through her gag as he lifted his weight from her body and knelt beside her face.

»It seems that our meetings are always less relaxed as I would wish for them to be, Belle Fille!«

Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine. This was the man that had attacked her some hours before! The man that had knocked her unconscious, had left her tied and gagged – and that had stolen her panties!

»I just hope that you haven`t already alerted the people in this house by your not so unobtrusive way of climbing down that rock. I must say, you nearly hit me with that!«

He held her gun to Isabelle before stowing it in his belt. Then, he took off her black cap.

»It`s a shame to hide such wonderful hair. Anyway, since you have come so far, do you want to risk a look?«

Not waiting for her reaction, he pulled Isabelle towards the edge of the roof. Here, he placed himself beside her, putting an arm around her. A moment later, Isabelle felt his hand on her left breast.

»Mmhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

She tried to shake him off, but he increased the pressure on her back and now, she saw the gun in his right.

»Psst! I can hear something!«

He kept his hand on her breast and from the way he groped it, he knew what he was doing, but now, Isabelle was fascinated by what she saw at the wall that restricted the plateau. It was a grappling hook and from the way it slightly moved, she saw that someone was climbing up the rock.

The man now forced her down to the ground and though his fingers on her breast still slightly moved, Isabelle didn`t dare to breathe as now, a black-clad person climbed over the wall. As she slowly sneaked closer towards the chalet, Isabelle could see it was a woman.

Suddenly, a light went on, putting a bright spot on the woman. Then, a male voice shouted:

»Freeze! Drop your gun!«

The woman stood motionless, the gun in her hand, as another light flashed on and another voice shouted!

»Do as you are told! On your knees and hands above your head!«

In silent fascination, Isabelle watched as the woman threw away her gun and then knelt, her hands folded at the back of her head. Seconds later, two armed men approached, grabbing her arms and pulling her inside the house.

***