In some lonesome Valley 6

A few hours before three different parties tried to enter the chalet at the same time, Guylène had let in her guest, Ahmed ibn Badr, her business partner she knew from Frankfurt. She wasn`t that pleased that he had come earlier than agreed and also had brought his chauffeur and his bodyguard with him, but on the other hand, she could not forbid a veritable Prince to bring his entourage.

Ahmed was only the eighth in line as heir to his uncle`s throne, but he was more interested in business anyway. He had of course started with a few millions as seed capital, but during the past ten years, he had raised it to half a billion by being successful at the real estate market.

When he entered the room, followed by both Aminata and his two employees, he smiled and slightly bowed towards Guylène. When they met in Frankfurt, they usually shook hands, but obviously, he now had decided to behave in a more traditional way.

Ahmed was a tallish, slender man about Guylène`s age that preferred Western clothes and though he wore expensive clothes, he did not show off his wealth by wearing diamond rings, golden chains or such things. The man behind him, obviously his bodyguard, definitely looked the part: standing some 6`4`` and very muscular, he wore a bad-fitting suit and had his head shorn. However, the way he moved showed that he was not just strong, but also seemed to be quite agile. The chauffeur was also tall, though seeming small in comparison, and very gaunt and wiry. His face had a devious expression and Guylène didn`t like him from the start.

Quickly, Ahmed introduced the two men as Benoit (the bodyguard) and Amir. Then, he sat down beside Guylène and they had a drink served by Aminata who had put on a dress and tried to fit in as a maid the best she could. The two henchmen remained standing in a corner and refused any drink, Benoit having an eye at the garden through the window whilst Amir seemed interested in Aminata`s voluptuous forms under the tight dress.

The fact that Ahmed drank alcohol proved that he wasn`t very strict in religious matters, but he followed the old tradition of having extended small talk before getting to the essentials in a business meeting. So, they gossiped about the German weather and the living conditions in Frankfurt before turning to the real estate business. For a while, they spoke about the area in Munich Ahmed intended to buy from Guylène before Ahmed finally asked:

»So, you are offering me a special bonus to ensure I put my signature under the treaty?«

Guylène smiled. She knew that Ahmed had occasionally been one of Linh`s customers. So, she had made him an offer that had raised the man`s interest. Now, she said:

»I do, but I have to admit that they are both a bit like – raw diamonds. One can`t say that they are fully trained and docile, since I only have them for a very short time.«

Now, Ahmed smiled, too.

»Well, docile women are often so boring. So, would you say that they have still some – fire inside them?«

»Oh, I can assure you that! But maybe, you want to see for yourself?«

She got up and led Ahmed down the stairs whilst Aminata stayed behind, together with Benoit and Amir. Earlier, she had inspected how Aminata had arranged Janine and Linh and had made some suggestions to improve their bondage and now, she hoped it would have the desired effect.

She opened the door of a small chamber that was only furnished with a chair. On it; Janine was sitting, still sporting the garters, bootees and stocking, but now lacking her lace bra. Her arms had been forced over the backrest so the edge dug into her armpits and she was tied at wrists and elbows, forcing her to thrust her boobs towards the viewer Also, her wrists were fixed to a horizontal bar between the rear legs and two belts, one below her breasts and one at her waist, fixed her to the backrest. Janine`s legs were bent over the armrests and tied at the knees, leaving her lower legs free. A black hood covered her head. When the door was opened, Janine weakly flailed with her lower legs and moaned.

Ahmed stepped closer and examined her body with his hands. Janine shook her head and pulled on her bonds, kicking with her unbound lower legs more wildly as he cupped her breasts and tested their firmness. Then, she screamed through her gag as he pinched her nipples.

»She doesn`t seem to like getting touched«, he said, though it sounded that this was rather turning him on. Guylène answered:

»Oh, she is quite excitable. Her old nickname was ›Wet Volcano‹!«

Janine breathed flutteringly and even though she was hooded, Guylène and Ahmed knew she was blushing from embarrassment. The man brushed over her sides, seeming a bit disappointed that Janine was only slightly ticklish. Then, he cupped her pubic mound.

»You need some oil?«, Guylène asked him, but Ahmed had already started to grope her buttocks before he rose again.

»She seems quite tight for a woman of her age – no offense, my Dear!«

He knew from Guylène that Janine was 37, two years younger than Guylène. She reached for the hood and pulled it off. Janine stared at their captors, her eyes flaming with rage and her hair and face covered with sweat. Her mouth was plastered with several strips of translucent tape and between her lips, a bit of a quite sizeable mouth packing could be seen. Faking a naughty voice, Guylène purred:

»I gagged her with two pairs of my panties – they are included in the price if you sign the treaty!«

Ahmed grinned and eased his tie. Then, he looked down at Janine again and said:

»You would be a wonderful birthday present for one of my uncles. He likes breaking horses, but he`s allergic to the hair – as an Arab, can you believe it. Well, the thing is that he is looking for a – slightly different hobby, but without having to fear – hair!«

Ahmed accompanied the last word by brushing over Janine`s shaved pubic mound, causing her to cringe and mew. Ahmed nodded approvingly and Guylène pulled the hood back over Janine`s head before they left the chamber.

»The other one, you sure will remember!«

Guylène walked through the corridor and opened the door of the fitness room. Here, Aminata had arranged Linh on a narrow bench. The Asian was stark naked and a fine film of perspiration made her skin glister in the neon light.

Linh was lying on her belly, her arms folded behind her back and her lower arms tied wrist to opposite elbow. Around her bound forearms, a rope was wrapped that went over a hook in the ceiling. The other end of this rope was tied to Linh`s big toes, so tight that her bound legs were lifted from the bench and forcing her back into a bow. Guylène and Ahmed could see that only the tips of her breasts still had contact to the bench. Her legs were also tied at her ankles, above and below the knees and at mid-thigh.

The Asian stared at the door, showing that she as sporting a harness gag, numerous tight straps holding a large red ball in her mouth. The way her cheeks bulged told that something had been stuffed into her oral cavity before and Guylène guessed it was a pair of panties – most likely not her own. The gag harness had a small ring at the top of Linh`s head and to that, a tight rope was tied, forcing her to arch her head back. As Guylène and her guest stepped closer, they saw where that rope was fixed: Aminata had shoved a plastic hook into Linh`s rear and tied the rope to it. Thus, every move of her head would cause irritation and if she tried to shake her head in earnest, it would hurt.

»So we see again, Miss Nguyen«, Ahmed said, looking down on the naked woman. Linh let out a faint ache, but managed not to squirm. The Qatari had been on two or three of her auctions and on one of these occasions she had refused to sell him a busty brunette because a customer from South America had offered more. Ahmed had raised the bid, but he had only had access to one of his bank accounts that only held a considerably small sum. Of course, Linh had known that Ahmed was a valid customer, but she had refused to accept a cheque because she only worked with online transfers. The Qatari had withdrawn in silence, but it had been clear that he had felt insulted, for it had looked as if he couldn`t afford to pay for whatever he wanted.

»You may be pleased to hear that this time, my money was good enough to get me what I want. That`s good news, isn`t it?«

When Linh didn`t react, Ahmed crouched in front of her face, grabbing the rope connecting her gag to her butt hook. Again, he asked:

»Don`t you think this is good news?«

He then pulled on the rope, forcing the Asian to nod slightly. Guylène put her hand on her mouth to oppress a giggle. Ahmed asked a few more questions and forced Linh to nod as an answer. Only when she let out a moan, he seemed satisfied and stepped back.

»She still is a tough nut – I like that. However, she seems a bit – sluggish to me.«

Without warning, he poked a finger into her side, but it turned out that Linh either wasn`t ticklish or had a high self-control. When he continued by brushing over her soles, she slightly cringed, but still, Ahmed seemed disappointed.

»Looks like she`s bored by my presence!«

A faint cough could be heard from the door. It was Aminata and with a smile, she stepped forward and dropped a curtsey. It looked a bit like mockery when the tall, sportive Black did so, but Ahmed just raised an eyebrow.

»Please, Your Highness, we were about to test a new device on her, but we considered it a good idea to give you the honor of trying it the first time!«

When Ahmed showed a curious look, Guylène silently thanked Aminata for saving the deal. The Black now went to a cupboard and brought a plastic box.

»Excuse me, Your Highness, but can you play the piano?«

Ahmed seemed a bit puzzled, but with a smile, he answered:

»I had a few lessons when I was a child – but I am afraid I won`t be able to play something more difficult than ›For Elise‹!«

»That`s absolutely fine, Your Highness!«

She now placed a small keyboard that looked like a child`s piano on a stool she put opposite to Linh`s face. Then, she took a small box and connected it to the piano. From the box, several cables were dangling, some with a small crocodile clamp at the end whilst others ended in a knob.

Aminata took a roll of tape and started to fix the cables to different parts of Linh`s body. Two of the clamps were connected to her earlobes whilst two knobs were taped to the sides of her neck. Ahmed looked with interest, beginning to understand how the device worked. When Aminata noticed his curiosity, she said:

»You may help me if It doesn`t bother you, Your Highness!«

Ahmed`s reaction could only be described to that of a little boy who was allowed to help his father in installing the electric train. Whilst Aminata taped two more knobs to Linh`s armpits, Ahmed placed two clamps on her nipples, groping her firm boobs as he did so. Now, no less than nine cables were left, two with clamps and seven with knobs.

»Would you mind putting the clamps to her labia whilst I tape one of the knobs to her clit, Your Highness?«

Ahmed didn`t mind and as they pushed their hands under Linh`s body, Guylène watched the Asian`s face with interest. She knew that these clamps only hurt slightly, but it sure was a major embarrassment to have two parts of hand touching her most intimate parts. Indeed, the Asian now stared daggers and panted, though she still didn`t scream through her gag.

When they were finished, Aminata taped two of the remaining knobs to Linh`s bare soles. Then, she handed the last three cables to Ahmed and asked with feigned naiveté:

»Do you have an idea where we could place these, Your Highness?«

With a smile, the Qatari made her tape two of the knobs to the backs of her knees. Then, he took the last cable and pulled the hook from her anus a bit. He taped the knob to it and then pushed it back. Aminata had meanwhile put the power cable into the socket and randomly pushed one of the piano`s keys. She then tested them randomly, playing a dissonant melody. Linh now twitched slightly and her expression looked rather strained.

»Maybe, you want to see which songs you are still able to play, Your Highness. Unfortunately, I am not sure which cable is connected to which key.«

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

Unceremoniously, Ahmed sat down on the floor and started to play some tunes, always keeping an eye on Linh. Aminata smiled at Guylène who had been skeptical about her ordering that device.

Whenever Ahmed hit a key, the respective cable sent a small power surge through Linh`s body. It would hardly hurt, but it would be very irritating and if Ahmed literally found the right tone, it would also be stimulating – whether Linh would like it or not.

»Come back to the living room whenever you are ready, Ahmed«, Guylène said and the two left him alone with Linh. At the corridor, Guylène patted Aminata`s shoulder.

»You definitely have earned yourself a gratification!«

***

The moment Guylène had left her sleeping room, Cordelia had tried if she could get free. She had not pulled on her bonds in panic, but instead inspected them methodically. However, the cuffs around her ankles were too tight to get her hands out of them, though the padding made them not as uncomfortable as ordinary cuffs or ropes would have been. The gag would also remain in place, as would the panties covering her nose and the tight pantyhose that hooded her. Cordelia tried to breathe as calmly as she could, but on every breath, she had to sense the fragrance of Guylène`s perfume, feet and crotch.

Her fingers touched something and when she looked at it, she saw it was the remote control of the vibrator her captor had shoved into her pantyhose. Angrily, she grabbed it and threw it to the floor.

A moment later, Cordelia stiffened.

The damn remote had obviously landed on its switch and had activated the vibrator. And now, with the controller lying on the floor and herself helplessly tied to the bed, she had no chance of turning off the plastic egg that had just started to buzz at her pubic area.

***

Meanwhile, Aminata had prepared something for dinner whilst the bodyguard and the chauffeur had relaxed at least a little and now were sitting at the table, each sipping from a Coke and even doing some small talk with Guylène. An hour later, Ahmed returned. He had obviously left his jacket in the cellar and his necktie hung loosely around his neck. However, the way he was grinning like a Cheshire cat made Guylène think that she would soon find his signature under a very lucrative treaty.

»She didn`t like Beethoven, but I think Mozart melted her heart – twice!«

His two henchmen looked a bit concerned, but Guylène just smiled and Aminata handed the man a drink. When he was just toasting towards Guylène, Aminata suddenly looked at her smart watch and then hurried for a laptop standing in a corner.

»That`s our alarm system«, Guylène explained and the two men stiffened, Benoit reaching for his gun whilst Amir had an eye at the garden. Aminata said:

»Someone`s coming up the rock!«

Now, the two men, both with their guns in their hands, sneaked out the terrace`s door and vanished in the dark. Both Guylène and Ahmed sat there, forcing themselves to remain calm, whilst Aminata had taken her gun and was waiting for whoever would come through the door.

They heard some shouting and little later, they brought in a person clad in black they forced to kneel at the carpet. Benoit kept his gun pointed at their prisoner`s head whilst Amir reported that they had caught her when she had just climbed over the wall.

»She? Oh yes, I see«, Guylène said, raising from her seat and stepping closer whilst Aminata stood ready to shoot the intruder if she was hiding any concealed weapons or would try anything.

The tight fitting sweater did little to hide Nancy`s ample breasts and now, Benoit also pulled the cap from her head. Now, Guylène raised an eyebrow and said:

»I think I know you, don`t I? Aren`t you the one that is called ›Melons‹?«

»Well, that name fits!«, Ahmed blurted and chuckled, but Aminata briskly interrupted him:

»She has been at our parking lot this afternoon, together with another blonde! You better look if she`s been alone, I can handle her!«

Ahmed seemed a bit indignantly, but he nodded at Benoit and Amir who again headed towards the garden whilst Aminata held Nancy at gunpoint. Guylène, who tried to soothe the Qatari, said:

»Ahmed, I am afraid I need another drink after that shock. Do you feel able to see if our uninvited guest is carrying any weapons or bugging devices on her?«

»It will be a pleasure!«, Ahmed answered. Grinning and flexing his fingers, he approached the still kneeling Nancy.

***

Once the two men had forced the black-clad woman inside, Isabelle had moaned and tried to shake the man off, but he had tightened his grip – though his hand on her breast had not become hurtful – and he had whispered:

»It`s not over, Belle!«

And indeed, now, the two men again stepped into the garden, covering each other`s back and ready to shoot at the first movement. Isabelle almost didn`t dare to breathe and she felt how her heart bumped. She was a Policewoman, but she was still at the beginning of her career and the situation was something else than controlling drug dealers in the park or facing radicals during a demonstration.

She saw that the man who was still lying half on top of her was also motionless, but that he had his gun ready. She shivered and he slightly increased the touch on her breasts. He had hardly moved his fingers, but somehow, the touch felt assuring and Isabelle suddenly felt good by the touch, though her heart was still beating like mad.

»He must feel it«, she thought involuntarily and felt her cheeks burn. However, the action in the garden made distracted her from that.

The thin man now had reached the wall, carefully looked down and then took the grappling hook, pulling up the rope attached to it and coiling it. His comrade meanwhile examined the area around the pool.

»Mph!«

It was a cough rather than a moan. Isabelle had tried to take a deeper breath and swallowed the wrong way. She involuntarily convulsed and now, the faces of both men looked up at the roof.

»Oh no, they have seen us!«

Isabelle didn`t wonder why she thought of herself and the man who had bound and gagged her as »us«, she just was scared, though she managed not to panic and also to breathe silently. The man hadn`t moved, but she felt that he also was under high tension and hardly breathed.

»U-Huu!«

A hollow hoot interrupted the silence, accompanied by a fluttering sound. Then, a large owl was flying over the two men`s heads, obviously grabbing a mouse before disappearing in the darkness. The thin man laughed and the other one gave the roof another look. Then, they nodded towards each other and went back inside.

»Phew!«

The man looked at Isabelle and in the moonlight, she saw him smile at her. Then, he quickly came to his feet and she felt his hands at her armpits. Still too scared to scream, she didn`t resist as he half dragged, half carried her to the darkest corner of the roof`s backside, where the rock was. He then cut the zip tie that connected her wrists to her ankles, pulled her to her feet and leaned her against the rock. When Isabelle staggered, he grabbed her shoulders and held her, whispering:

»We should better leave before they decide to give the roof a closer look! Agreed?«

Still a bit overwhelmed, Isabelle nodded. The man reached behind her and produced a rope that was dangling from the top of the rock: obviously, he had come that way, too. Then, she felt his hands at her waist, pulling her sweater from her trousers.

Isabelle protested when he pulled up her sweater to her arms, revealing her front. Her breasts still were covered by both her bra and her sleeveless top, but she nevertheless felt exposed.

»Just for padding!«, the man hissed. When he had crumpled the sweater, he slung the rope under her armpits and tied it off. Then, he quickly cut the zip tie around her ankles.

»When I pull, try to keep some distance between yourself and the rock!«

Not waiting for an answer, he then grabbed the rope and Isabelle felt the rope move as he climbed upwards. Then, after a short while, she felt the rope around her upper body tighten. The man was pulling her upwards.

He had tied a noose that couldn`t tighten too much and indeed, the crumpled sweater worked as a padding. She felt herself getting higher and higher and instinctively, she used her unbound legs to assist him and to keep clear from the rock`s surface. Then, she felt a grip at her arms and he lifted her over the edge, placing her on the ground beside him.

»Just in time!«

He pointed downwards and indeed, now there was a light. Obviously, one of the men had entered the roof via a manhole and was looking around, the gun in his hand. When he left and the manhole closed, Isabelle felt a wave of relief run through her body and she sank back to the ground.

»Allow me!«

He removed the rope, but then, not bothering to pull her sweater down, he cradled her in his arms and carried her away from the edge. Isabelle weakly flailed, but put up no real resistance as he walked over the rocks like a goat and obviously had no difficulties in keeping balance whilst carrying her. When they had reached less rocky ground, he gently lowered her to the ground and said:

»No offense, but I think you can walk from now on!«

He kept his arm around her waist and somehow, Isabelle didn`t feel the urge to shake him off. Of course, she still had her wrists tied and she still was gagged, but she could have kicked his foot and ran for the road they were now approaching. However, she allowed him to guard her towards her car where he stepped in front of her.

»Oh, I am a little forgetful sometimes. Sorry, Belle!«

He grinned and then, he tugged on the crumpled sweater. When he pulled it down, she felt the tips of his fingers brush over her breasts and she tried to give him an angry glance as he still was smiling. Then, when her front was again covered, he suddenly became serious:

»Belle, the woman that has been caught has not been alone. She is a girl your age with long blonde hair and I think she`s either still in their car at the bottom of the rock or on her way to the hotel at Saint Martin. She needs protection – from you. Do you feel ready?«

He looked at her questioningly and after a few seconds, Isabelle straightened, looked him into the eyes and nodded.

»I knew you would say so, Belle.«

He then reached for her head and for a moment, Isabelle thought he would kiss her on her forehead or her gagged lips. Instead, he began to unwind the tape. He worked quickly, but also took care not to hurt her. When he then helped her to push the nerf ball from her mouth, he reached for her braid elastic with his other hand and released her hair.

»You really should wear it open!«

Isabelle felt a little embarrassed when he removed the ball from her mouth and some saliva ran down her chin. She licked her lips and looked at him. She now could have screamed or shouted or threatened him with arrest, but instead, she just breathed:

»Who – who are you?«

He looked down on her and the way the moon was standing, she could only vaguely see his features that seemed to be a bit too hard to be called handsome.

»I guess he has grey eyes!«, she involuntarily thought, not knowing where this had come from. He now reached around her and she felt him cut her wrist ties. Then, he stepped back whilst Isabelle was rubbing her wrists.

»Mike!«

»Hm?«

»For the moment, you may call me ›Mike‹. If we will meet again, I will tell you more, Belle!«

»It`s ›Isabelle‹, actually«, she said and at the same time, her brain scolded her:

»What are you doing? Flirting with this guy? He`s a criminal!«

Mike slightly bowed and said:

»Well, you can`t say ›Isabelle‹ without mentioning ›Belle‹! Now, for one last thing!«

He looked at her as if he was expecting her to do or say something. When Isabelle did neither, he added:

»Well, we have to give some credits to the owl, but you have to admit that I maybe haven`t saved your life, but prevented you from getting captured. And so, I think you are owing me a little reward.«

Mike then waited, allowing that to sink in. Isabelle wanted to shout that she would have been able to take care of herself had he not attacked her and tied her up. But then, she thought twice: she had allowed him to overpower her quite easily and if it hadn`t been him, it could indeed have been the henchmen of the woman in the High Castle.

Isabelle gulped and took a few deep breathes. Then, she stepped closer to Mike to kiss him.

She had intended to kiss his cheek, but he obviously had anticipated that and so, their lips met. It was a short kiss, soft as a breeze and it was over before the girl really recognized what had happened – and that she had repeated the kiss.

Mike smiled at her and then, he said:

»Please, Belle, don`t call me ungrateful – but actually, I was thinking about your panties.«

Isabelle`s eyes widened. Then, the memory came back, how she had freed herself and then detected that her attacker – Mike! – had taken her panties from her whilst she had been unconscious.

»No!«

She put her hands on her hips, and stepped backwards against her car, but Mike just grinned and said:

»Consider it as a quid pro quo. The next time we meet, you owe me nothing and may arrest me or shoot me, whatever you like.«

Isabelle opened her mouth, but wasn`t able to say something. Mike said:

»At least, this time, I ask. So, it seems you have a good influence on my behavior! Maybe, you can turn me into a better man!«

Against her will, Isabelle had to chuckle.

»You are still a fucking pervert and deserve to rot in hell!«

»I consider this a ›Yes‹!«, Mike replied and Isabelle resigned. Showing him her middle finger, she disappeared behind the car. Blushing all over and crouching so he couldn`t see anything through the windows, she pulled down her jeans and stepped out of them, not taking off her sneakers. She felt the chilly air on her bare legs as she then peeled down her panties, again looking at Mike. He had an eye on her, but didn`t say anything.

Isabelle stepped out of her panties and then fumbled to get her trousers back on. When she had fastened her belt, she picked up the white plain cotton briefs and slammed them on the car`s roof, glancing at Mike.

»There you have your ›payment‹, you filthy pervert!«

Mike stepped closer and took the panties. He brought them to his face and placed a kiss on the cotton, making Isabelle blush involuntarily.

»Honi soit qui mal y pense!«

»I can read your thoughts and it makes me want to wash my brain!«, Isabelle replied. Mike put the panties into his pocket and said:

»Now, you should delay your mental hygiene and take a look at the partner of that woman. See you soon, Belle!«

He placed her gun on the ground and withdrew towards the trees. Before he disappeared in the darkness, he added:

»Don`t ask for whom the Belle tolls, it tolls for thee!«

»Rot in hell!«

Isabelle stepped from behind the car and took her gun. For a moment, she thought of firing into the direction where Mike had disappeared, but then, she put the weapon into her belt and opened her car`s door.

»We will see again!«, she said to herself as she got in.

***