In some lonesome Valley 7

Still kneeling on the carpet of Guylène`s living room, Nancy examined the area, looking for a way out. She still had her hands folded at the back of her head and she had maintained that position as the Arab with the loose tie Guylène had addressed as Ahmed had examined her pockets, looking for any concealed weapons. The man had taken some liberties in groping her boobs, but Nancy had gritted her teeth and not uttered a sound. Escape seemed not an option, however. The black woman that, despite wearing a short dress, looked as if she knew how to handle the gun she was holding, always kept an eye on her as did Guylène, though she didn`t look as if she would be a match. In addition, the two men now returned from the garden, the thin guy throwing her grappling hook and rope to the floor.

Whilst the bulky henchman examined the roof, Ahmed played with the small pocket knife he had found in Nancy`s back pocket. Then, he said:

»I wonder if she has any more surprises hidden on her.«

Nancy rolled her eyes. She knew that this was the prelude of ordering her to strip. However, she decided that she would do as they would say: as long as they were occupied with her, they would not look for Katja who currently was waiting at their car.

»Maybe, she has seen how they pulled up my climbing rope! Perhaps, she is already on her way to inform the Police!«

Her thoughts got distracted as the bulky man returned and reported that he had found no evidence of another uninvited guest at the roof. Guylène nodded.

»Anyway, tomorrow, you will install an additional camera there, Aminata!«

The Black nodded, oppressing a complacent smile for she had always said that they needed to observe the roof, too, but Guylène had always said that nobody could get there unseen.

»Since none of us usually walks around up there, I could also install a few wires and a self-firing system, Mistress!«

»Good idea!«, the bulky man said and he and Aminata exchanged a smile of two professionals whilst Ahmed seemed a bit indignant about his henchman talking without being asked. He cleared his throat and said:

»If you excuse me, Benoit, we were about to find out what our – guest is hiding underneath her outfit!«

Usually, Benoit did his job without much talking, but this time, it seemed that Aminata`s and his mutual understanding about security measures made him more talkative.

»Your Highness, I am quite sure that she didn`t act alone! We should send someone down into the valley to be sure!«

»Good idea!«

Aminata obviously wanted to pay back her debts immediately. Nancy`s heart sank. She considered pretending that she had indeed been alone, but that would even more sound as if she had an accomplice. As if to confirm that thought, Aminata added:

»When she examined our parking lot, she was together with another blonde girl. So, you have to look for a dark green Volkswagen Golf with a German license plate!«

Benoit nodded and waved towards Amir to follow him. Ahmed forced a smile on his face, though he seemed a bit angry.

»Sometimes, professional servants make you feel superfluous! I hope that they won`t ruin my Bentley!«

He turned towards Nancy who had for a moment thought of trying a surprise attack when the two henchmen were leaving, but she had seen that Aminata had not taken her eyes from her and in her kneeling position, she would have needed too long to still have the element of surprise.

»Now, let`s see what secrets you are hiding!«

Nancy looked at Ahmed with sheer contempt. Slowly, she got to her feet and started by pulling off her hair tie, shaking her shoulder-length fair blonde hair. She knew that this gesture made her look more feminine and she wanted her captors not to consider her the able fighter she was.

Then, she took off her sneakers, handing them to Ahmed who picked them with two fingers and quickly dropped them. Nancy now grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up. Her head was still hooded by it when she heard a whistle and Guylène said:

»Now, that explains the name ›Melons‹! What do you say, Aminata? Is she a 36D, just like you?«

»Maybe, Mistress.«

Aminata`s voice was matter-of-factly, but she was a bit angry at Guylène for telling her bra size in Ahmed`s presence.

»Well, we soon will know!«

Nancy delayed the revealing of her bra by taking off her socks and then opening her belt before lowering her jeans. When she stepped out of them, her T-Shirt still hid her bra and panties. Guylène made an inviting gesture and Nancy took off the T-Shirt, too. She then forced herself to stand straight, her hands on her hips. Ahmed slowly encircled her and when he was behind her, she felt his hand at the clasp of her bra.

»She`s a 36D indeed!«

With a swift gesture, he unclasped her bra and then slowly took it from her as if he was unwrapping a fragile present. When her breasts came free, Guylène looked at them.

»How they defy gravity, despite their size!«

Aminata feared that Guylène would again make a comment about the similarities between her and Nancy`s boobs, but instead, she said:

»Melons, would you mind hopping on the spot?«

Oppressing the urge to show Guylène her middle finger, Nancy obeyed.

»Let them think you are defeated! Maybe, they become careless!«

She had been naked in front of captors before and it hadn`t killed her. In addition, as long as the two henchmen hadn`t returned, there was hope for Katja.

Guylène started to rhythmically clap her hands and Ahmed joined in. They watched how the hopping forced her boobs to bob. Especially Ahmed looked as if he was a rabbit and her breasts were the snake. Unfortunately to Nancy, Aminata still held the gun pointed at her.

»Okay, thank you, that`s enough!«, Guylène ordered after some two minutes. Nancy slightly panted from the exercise and steeled herself for the next order she knew would follow now.

»Now, for one last thing!«

Not waiting for Guylène to specify her order, Nancy grabbed the waistband of her black Lycra panties and quickly pulled them down. She tried to put them aside, but Guylène stopped her.

»Wait, what was that? Give them to me, Melons!«

With a sigh, Nancy obeyed. She had hoped that her nudity would distract her captors from her panties, but now, her little secret would be revealed.

Guylène took the discarded underwear and with two fingers, she picked something from it. It was something tiny and yellow.

»Now, what is that? A miniature parachute for a quick escape?«

She presented a yellow thong to the group that had a radioactive sign on it. Guylène stretched the thong and looked at Nancy´s lap.

»They seem a bit tiny for a woman your size! Look, the string sides even left a mark on your waist!«

»I wonder why she`s wearing two pairs anyway!«, Ahmed said. He stepped closer to Nancy and traced the slight red mark the tight thong had left on her skin. Nancy could not help blushing. It had been Katja`s idea to give her a lucky charm for her mission and to Nancy, it had been the best way of carrying it with her by wearing it beneath her own panties.

»Perhaps, she thinks that her mouth is too big for just one pair!«

The idea of once again being gagged with panties was not something Nancy anticipated, but still, her captors weren`t careless. Aminata still aimed at her whilst Ahmed tied her up with some pre-cut ropes.

She once again had to get to her knees and he forced her to cross her wrists at the back of her neck. Ahmed tied her hands like that and then slung the ends of the rope around her neck, tying them off at her throat. The noose was snug, but it would only tighten if she tried to lower her arms.

Next, Ahmed slung another rope through her bent elbows. Nancy had to arch back her shoulders and yet felt the strain as he pulled her arms downwards. Then, she felt him part her buttocks and place the rope ends there. Nancy let out a sharp breath.

»Oh, that`s just the prelude!«

He pushed the rope ends between her thighs, took them and then yanked them upwards in front of her. Nancy ached when the rope pressed tightly against her soft flesh and rubbed between her buttocks.

Ahmed now threaded the ropes through the noose around her neck and then pulled them downwards. Though this took the pressure from her throat, it not only increased the strain in her bent arms and her shoulders, but it turned the pain between her legs into a veritable line of fire. Nancy managed not to scream, but she panted heavily, causing her thrust out boobs to heave. When Ahmed parted her labia to seat the ropes between them, she also blushed heavily from the humiliation.

Again, he pulled and when the ropes rubbed over her clit, he finally got the groan he had been waiting for. Satisfied, he tied the rope ends off to her neck noose. Nancy stood motionless, knowing that the slightest move would make things worse. She breathed through her clenched teeth and tried to cope with the ropes trying to split her in two.

With a third rope, Ahmed tied her legs just above the knees. The rope was cinched, allowing her to still take small steps. Now that she was tied up, Aminata put away her gun and pointed at the panties and the thong.

»Shall I gag her now, Mistress?«

»Just stuff her mouth with them, we will finish her gag off in the cellar«, Guylène ordered.

The Black approached Nancy, balling up the black panties and the yellow thong in her hand. She didn`t bother to tell the blonde to open her mouth. Instead, she just pulled on the vertical pair of ropes that ran down from the noose around her neck and disappeared between her labia. When Nancy opened her mouth to scream, she pushed the wadded underwear in, even screwing the wad to force it all in. Then, she once again grabbed the crotch rope.

»If you spit these out on our way down, you will dangle from this without contact to the floor – all night!«

She once again yanked on the tight rope, causing Nancy to mew. Then, she slapped her buttock and made her walk towards the stairs. Until then, Nancy had already found out that on each step, the crotch rope sawed between her legs. However, getting down the stairs was even worse. With her bound legs, she had no other opportunity than to hop and so, each step was accompanied by a moan or sigh, despite Nancy biting down hard on the panties filling her mouth not to give her captors this satisfaction.

In the cellar, she was led to what looked like a fitness room. However, Nancy`s eyes were focused by the naked woman lying on a bench. She was rigidly hogtied and with horror, Nancy saw that her harness gag was tied to a hook in her ass, forcing her head back in a painful way. As their eyes met, Nancy recognized the woman: it was Linh, the woman that had kidnapped Katja and later also overpowered her and tried to sell them both into slavery.

»Linh has chosen to experience the other side of White Slavery – or is it Yellow Slavery, in her case?«

Guylène giggled at her slightly racist joke, but soon fell silent since Ahmed was Asian, too. Aminata silently removed Nancy`s leg tie and ordered:

»Sit down on the bench, Melons!«

She was forced to sit opposite to Linh`s head, with her legs open. Then, she was pushed forward, until the Asian`s head was embedded between her thighs and her face pressed against Nancy`s pubic mound. Aminata forced them to stay in that embarrassing position by tying Nancy`s knees to Linh`s elbows.

»Mph! Uuuhmmm!«

Linh protested against the enforced intimacy, sending small vibrations through Nancy`s lap. She now noticed other details of Linh`s bondage: from several parts of her body, including all erogenous zones, cables protruded and seemed to be connected with – a little piano? Despite her own pain and embarrassment, Nancy was fascinated. She now also noticed that Linh was not only clad with sweat, she also smelled as if-

Her thoughts were distracted as Aminata now stepped behind her. She pushed the two panties deeper into her mouth and then strapped a similar harness gag on her, forcing the ball between her lips before pulling the straps tight and buckling them. Then, she brought her finger to Nancy`s mouth.

Obviously, there was a small ring at the center of the ball for she could force Nancy to bend forward. The blonde groaned when this made the crotch rope tighten up, but things got worse when Aminata loosened the rope of Linh`s butt hook from the Asian`s gag and instead threaded it through the ring in Nancy`s ball gag. When she had tied it off, Nancy immediately found out that if she tried to lean back, she would not only impale Linh, but also pull her even deeper into her lab and in addition, Linh of course screamed. The vibrations felt awkward and so, Nancy forced herself to remain in her position, sitting bent forward.

»Do you think she likes music, too?«, Ahmed asked.

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«, Guylène answered and with a sardonic grin, Ahmed sat behind the piano, flexing his fingers.

***

Since none of them knew the shortcuts, Benoit and Amir had to take the main road that ended up in a gravel path and led to the bottom of the rock Guylène`s chalet was placed upon. Amir sometimes cursed, for he loved the Bentley as if it was his own and sure, it would get dirty on that bad excuse for a road. Benoit, however, kept an eye on the area and indeed, there was a lonely car parked as close to the rock as possible.

»Why is she still here? It has been more than an hour since we captured her friend.«

Amir stopped the Bentley and Benoit approached, his gun ready. The car was indeed a Volkswagen with a German license plate and he could at least say it had a dark color. However, he could not spot anyone inside the car.

He signaled Amir, who was following him, that he should keep an eye on the area. Amir wasn`t an ex-soldier like him, but he knew how to use a weapon and was no coward. Working together, they checked if the car was just the bait of a trap, but obviously, it was just an empty car. When Benoit approached it, he saw that even the keys were still in the ignition.

»Perhaps, she panicked and ran away?«, Amir suggested, but Benoit waved angrily. It was more than unlikely, even if the other girl had lost her nerves, that she would have run away instead of using the car. Trying to show that he wasn`t a fool, Amir said:

»Maybe, she left on foot so we would think she hadn`t left, since the car`s still there.«

That suggestion sounded more reasonable and Benoit became angry at his employer and Guylène: instead of toying around with their prisoner, one of them should have kept an eye on the car. Then, they could just have phoned him if they had spotted anything.

He checked his phone and saw that he had quite a good coverage. That raised another question: why hadn`t the girl just phoned the Police? Benoit took a deep breath and then, he said:

»Amir, I need the French plates!«

Though his main business was real estate, Ahmed also had his fingers in less legal affairs and therefore, he had several fake passports of different nations. To better fit the role, he also had several foreign license plates in the boot, so he could take care the car fit the owner. As long as nobody checked the VIN, it worked.

To Amir`s surprise, Benoit also took a screwdriver and removed the plates from the Golf. Whilst he then put the French plates on it, he explained:

»I will try to find that girl – or at least to find out if she has called the Police. If we would do so using the Bentley, we could also walk along the streets and yell for her. Get the car back to the chalet, I will tell you once I found out something.«

On his way to Saint Martin, Benoit decided to start at the village`s only hotel. Since these two blondes obviously came from Germany, according to their car (though the tall blonde had spoken with an American accent), they perhaps had stayed there and he would find a hint or, even better, the girl.

***

»Do you need some sugar or honey?«

Katja, keeping the tea mug in both hands, shook her head. She still was trying to understand the situation, though she had calmed down a bit.

Once Mike had left, Isabelle had driven towards Katja`s and Nancy`s car where the blonde had indeed been waiting, anxiously looking up to the plateau. Quickly, Isabelle had identified herself as a Policewoman and then, she had spontaneously ordered Katja to get into her car, leaving the Golf behind. Katja had hesitated, but Isabelle had told her what had happened at the chalet – leaving out some of the details. Katja had been aghast.

»Captured? Nancy? But – we have to help her! We have to call the Police!«

»I am the Police – at least in this valley and for this night!«

She had told Katja that currently, the only other Policemen in the valley was an old and unreliable idiot. Of course, she could inform the Central in Grenoble, but first of all, she had to take care of Katja`s safety. To ensure that, she had decided not to go to the hotel, as perhaps the people who had captured Nancy would already wait for them there. Since the little Police Office also was rather inconvenient, she had taken Katja to her own house.

The fact that rents were low had allowed Isabelle to rent a house of her own, though it was tiny and only consisted of a kitchen, a closet and a living room in the ground floor and a sleeping room and a bathroom in the second. At least, the garden was surrounded by a hedge, allowing her the privacy she wanted.

Isabelle had prepared some tea and then quickly disappeared upstairs where she had put on a fresh pair of panties, forcing herself not to think of Mike and to concentrate on Katja instead. The girl had told her about what had happened to her and Nancy and why they had tried to get into Guylène`s house. It sounded hair-raising, but somehow, Isabelle was sure that Katja wasn`t making her story up.

»So, you say that Guylène Delacroix, successful businesswoman and respected member of the society, is involved in human trafficking? She even has – bought a woman and brought her to her chalet?«

Katja nodded.

»I know how it sounds, but believe me: if you have been naked, bound and gagged in the presence of people intending to buy you like a piece of meat, you start to believe a lot of things!«

Isabelle shuddered. Katja had only implied some of the details of her kidnapping and captivity, but that had been enough to horrify the young Policewoman. Especially the idea of being exposed to a bunch of men felt just-

Again, a memory of Mike haunted her: he had seen her naked, at least partially, when he had taken her panties. Isabelle shook her head and since her tea had become lukewarm anyway, she reached for a bottle of Mirabelle.

»I thought Policemen don`t drink when on duty?«, Katja asked when Isabelle filled two glasses and handed one to the blonde. Isabelle toasted and emptied her glass before she answered:

»Katja, we will find a way of getting Guylène behind bars and to free your friend and also her colleague – but it seems that we kicked into a hornets` nest. There are more parties involved, perhaps even some foreign intelligence.«

Not all her thoughts gathering around the ominous Mike had been that of a confused girl. He had spoken French without any accent, but somehow, she as sure that he was a foreigner. The name »Mike«, though maybe an alias, indicated he was British or American. He had also cited John Donne, but that could just mean that he was an educated man. An educated man who also was very sportive, had a gun and knew how to knock out people without causing real damage. She involuntarily massaged her neck where he had pinched her, though the pain had gone long ago. Then, she looked at Katja and said:

»I am quite sure that the man who – was with me when I was on the roof of that chalet is an agent or something similar. So, if I call my colleagues in Grenoble, we maybe stumble into something bigger than we can even imagine.«

»So – we will do nothing?«

Isabelle knew that Katja was actually two years older than her, but now, she looked like a frightened schoolgirl. Tears glistered in the corners of her eyes and she looked at her cell phone. Nancy had left her own in the car and couldn`t send her a message, but the profile showed her picture. Isabelle got up and put her arm around Katja.

»We will do everything it takes to get Nancy out of danger. But not yet. I am on my legs for 19 hours now and for me, it hasn`t been an ordinary day either. We will try to sleep now, just for a few hours. At dawn, we will work out a stratagem and tomorrow, Nancy will be back in your arms!«

Isabelle was less confident than she sounded, but Katja sniffled and then reached for the Mirabelle.

»If you want me to find sleep, I need some more of this!«

***

Under normal circumstances, Nancy liked Mozart`s »Eine kleine Nachtmusik« and even hearing it three times in a row from a not so talented pianist like Ahmed would have only slightly annoyed her. But the circumstances were far from being normal.

After he had played the first notes, Nancy had found out that each key, or at least some of them, was connected to one of the small probes fixed to Linh`s body. When he hit a key, a little power surge was sent to the respective probe, causing Linh to twitch and moan. Since her face was buried in Nancy`s lap, she also felt her reaction to the music and she reflexively tried to shy back. However, with her gag connected to the Asian`s butt hook, this had the effect of pulling her closer towards her and in addition, Linh moaned even more and this sent vibrations through her crotch.

As the melody continued, she realized that Linh was reacting to the electric stimulation in another way. She still moved, but now, she did so more slowly and her moans had become that of growing passion.

»Uuuhhhhmmmmph! Nnnnnggg!«

Nancy tried to stop Linh and moved her head, but this time, the Asian wriggled her hips and seemed to enjoy the way she forced the hook deeper inside her. Again, she moaned and her face brushed over Nancy`s pubic mound, adding irritating friction to the dull pain of the tight crotch rope. She groaned into the two pairs of panties filling her mouth to the bursting.

The sound of the piano and the moans of the two gagged women caused that Ahmed didn`t hear the knocks on the door and so, he was quite surprised when Aminata suddenly stood in the door. The music stopped with a shrill discord and Ahmed angrily glanced at Aminata. The Black dropped a curtsey, managing to look lofty as she did so, and said:

»Your Highness, please excuse the disturbance, but we have news that require your presence!«

She seemed unimpressed by the two naked and sweaty women of whom one still writhed and moaned, obviously demanding that Ahmed continued playing. With an angry grunt, Ahmed came to his feet and followed Aminata.

When the door had closed behind them, Nancy immediately checked her bonds. She could not move much, but at least, she was not tied to the bench she was sitting upon – and neither was Linh. However, even if they managed to throw themselves to the floor, they would still be tied together. Then, whilst she panted and tried to block out the naked presence of the other woman – her sworn enemy, nevertheless! –, she suddenly sensed something touch her knees.

»Mhhm?«

It were Linh`s fingers – and she was trying to reach the ropes connecting her elbows to Nancy`s knees.

***

»So, Benoit is trying to find that girl? Well, even in a small village, that sounds like looking for a needle in a haystack!«

Ahmed had listened to Amir`s report and of course was not amused that the tall blonde`s accomplice had escaped. According to a message he had sent to Amir, had sneaked into the hotel and found the girls` room, but it had been empty. He currently was near the Police Office that also was dark and obviously not occupied.

»I have an idea!«, Guylène suddenly said. When Ahmed, Amir and Aminata looked at her, she continued:

»It`s rather vague, but it could be a start. Now, two days ago, our latest guest had been nicely packed and gagged at an abandoned building in Frankfurt and from all I remember, her friend was also one of the captives there. I am not sure how they found us; maybe, they hid a tracking device on Titsabobbing or Handful, but what I mean is: it is very unlikely that they have any friends or comrades in the valley.«

»And yet someone helped the other one to escape!«

Guylène smiled enigmatically.

»Who would be around here in the midst of the night and would then also stop to take care of some lonely girl sitting in her car? Who, except for someone that is interested in anything strange happening around here – especially after I asked her to do so!«

»That Policewoman!«, Ahmed blurted. Guylène nodded.

»Capitaine Isabelle Marceau. I think the missing girl`s with her!«

Amir shook his head, looking at his cell phone.

»But, Amir said that nobody is at the Police Office!«

Now, Aminata seemed to understand Guylène`s thoughts, too:

»Perhaps, she has decided to hide the girl at her home!«

Ahmed bent over the table and grabbed Guylène`s shoulder, but eased his grip as he noticed he was overreacting.

»Do you know where that is?«

»Via an intermediary, I am her landlord«, Guylène replied nonchalantly.

***

»Uuuhhhhmmmmmm!«

Cordelia moaned in sheer, utter frustration. She had no idea how long she was lying on Guylène`s bed now, half naked, spread and gagged – and with the damned vibrating egg between her legs.

She had tried to ignore the buzzing thing the best she could, but it was impossible to lie perfectly still. However, whenever she wriggled her hips or tried to move her legs the little she could, the mean toy also shifted its position a little, rubbing over her most sensitive parts.

»No! I won`t give in! I! Won`t! Give! In!«

Cordelia repeated that mantra again and again, until it lost its meaning to her. The buzzing continued and she felt that her dams would break sooner or later. Currently, it was sending shivers through her womb. Slight shivers, but they would be followed by more and more waves, causing the tsunami to grow. She tried to move the egg away from the sensitive spot, but her wriggling only made things worse.

»No! This mustn`t happen! This bitch Guylène will think that I am a slut!«

»Who cares what she thinks? She will do to you what she wants anyway – and maybe, you will even enjoy it!«

The thought had come up from somewhere deep in Cordelia´s subconscious, but it had sounded so reasonable and promising at the same time. Again, she screamed into her gag and pulled on her tight bonds.

»So, you really have started without me!«

Guylène had entered the room and now stood beside the bed, looking down on Cordelia and playfully waving her index finger. Cordelia`s eyes widened and she desperately shook her head, panting heavily through her nose and stammering meaningless words through her gag.

***