In some lonesome Valley 8

Guylène brushed over Cordelia´s belly and then, she slowly pushed her hand into the tight pantyhose. Cordelia pleaded through her gag, but the other woman just grabbed the still buzzing egg and removed it from between her legs. Cordelia let out a sigh of relief.

After she had switched off the vibrator, Guylène stretched her arms and yawned.

»Today was quite straining! And tomorrow, it can be that we have to go on a trip!«

Their short powwow had come to the conclusion that Benoit should see if the other blonde was really at the house of the Policewoman. If so, he should get her to the chalet and take care that Isabelle Marceau would not be found before some time.

She had a Policeman at the Central in Grenoble on her payroll; no high ranking Officer, but someone who would know if someone from Saint Martin would order reinforcements. So far, that hadn`t happened, and even if Isabelle informed her colleagues, it would take them some time to get a search warrant. There would be no disturbance before the next afternoon and until then, she hoped that Ahmed would have disappeared, together with his now three new playthings.

So, she and Ahmed had decided to rest until the morning. Amir and Aminata would remain in the living room and have an eye on the security camera whilst they were waiting for Benoit`s return. Guylène had given order not to wake her before 6:00 pm.

She took off her jewelry and then slipped out of her dress, draping it over a chair before returning to the bed. She now was only wearing her panties, pantyhose and bra. Guylène undid the latter, bending over Cordelia so her breasts almost touched her captive`s.

»You must be hungry, Titsabobbing!«

In fact, Cordelia was thirsty from being gagged for hours and now that the vibrator had been removed she felt a slight urge to pee. However, Guylène climbed on the bed and cuddled to her, placing her head on Cordelia`s chest. Again, Guylène yawned.

»Don`t you think I don`t like you – I am just so tired!«

She opened the knot in Cordelia´s shirt and bared her breasts before embedding her head on them. Then, she again pushed her hand into Cordelia´s pantyhose.

»Uuhhmmm. Mmhmmmm!«

Guylène ignored her protests and cuddled closer to her helpless victim.

***

Two more glasses of Mirabelle had indeed made both Isabelle and Katja sleepy and after she had checked the door and the windows, the Policewoman had closed the curtains. For a while, they had quarreled who would have to sleep on the couch and finally, they had played »rock-paper-scissors«, leaving the bed for Isabelle.

The redhead had given Katja a pillow and a blanket and then went upstairs. Too tired to do anything more, Isabelle had stripped to her panties, but after she had removed her bra, she had put the sleeveless T-Shirt back on. She didn`t want Katja to see her in the nude if she had to use the bathroom.

Recapitulating the many events of the day, she again thought of Mike. Still, she wasn`t sure whether she should consider him an ally or an enemy.

She had been sure that she would be lying awake for hours, despite her fatigue, but she fell asleep and only woke up when a hand was clamped over her mouth.

»Mhhmm! Mph!«

Isabelle opened her eyes, still drowsy, and saw Katja`s face directly in front of her own. The blonde`s blue eyes were widened with fear and the lower half of her face was wrapped with silver duct tape. Then, she saw the barrel that was pressed against Katja`s temple.

***

Though she obviously was totally exhausted from being in tight bondage for long hours – and from the two times Ahmed had forced her to climax , Linh had continued to pick on the knots that tied Nancy`s knees to her elbows. She had paused repeatedly, panting into her unwilling companion`s lap, but finally, Nancy felt how her left leg came free.

»Uhhmm! Mhhmmph!«

She pulled to get fully loose and stretched her leg whilst she impatiently waited for the Asian to free her other leg, too. For hours, she now had been forced to sit almost motionless, bent forward and split in two by her agonizing crotch rope that hurt whenever she tried to move her cramping arms. In addition, her ball gag was tied to the hook in Linh`s rear.

After what seemed an eternity, Linh had loosened her other leg, too. Carefully, Nancy tried to get up. The Asian whimpered and Nancy stopped. It was a dilemma: if she stood up, she would be able to pull the hook from Linh`s anus – but then, it would still be tied to her gag and – touch her. Nancy knew that other things were of greater importance, but she just could not do it.

So, she slowly brought one knee to the floor and then swung the other from the bench so she was kneeling beside Linh. The Asian took a few deep breathes, obviously glad she no longer had her face buried in Nancy`s lap.

Now, Nancy brought her mouth close to Linh`s fingers and after a while, the other understood and began to pick on the knot. Once her gag came free from the rope, the blonde stood up. Her impulsiveness was rewarded by a sharp pain caused by the tightening crotch rope, but though she cringed and winced, Nancy looked around if there were any sharp objects.

However there were no such things and so, she finally sat down with her back towards Linh and they tried to work on their wrist bonds with numb fingers. It felt strange to Nancy to untie the woman that had abducted her and Katja, but she knew that in her current situation, she needed all the help she could get, even from her sworn enemy.

Finally, both girls` wrists were free and Nancy let out a deep long groan when she was finally able to lower her arms. First, it hurt to simply move them at all, but at the same time, the damned crotch rope had loosened and with renewed energy, she freed herself completely.

The one little luck God had in store for them was the fact that their harness gags hadn`t been padlocked and so, Nancy could unbuckle the straps and remove it. Kneeling, she pulled the two sodden pairs of panties from her mouth, panting heavily and drooling on the floor.

Meanwhile, Linh had also freed her arms completely, but her first act was to pull the hook from her rear and to throw it to a corner. Then, she ripped and plucked the various probes from her body before she started to work on her leg ties.

Reluctantly, Nancy crawled over to her.

»Don`t think we are friends now!«

She unbuckled Linh`s gag and after some hesitation, she also grabbed the sodden cloth wedged deep into her mouth and pulled it out. As she had guessed, it was a big pink pair of panties.

For a few minutes, both women just sat there, catching breath and examining the rope marks on their bodies. Then, Linh spoke with a hoarse voice:

»Do you agree – that we pause – our rivalry!«

»Deal!«, Nancy croaked. Then, she added:

»Where`s Janine?«

The Asian shook her head.

»I don`t know. Still here, I think. But I am no longer invited to the planning committees!«

She worked herself to her feet and staggered towards the door that turned out to be locked. Then, she crouched and relieved herself.

»Well, okay, so we won`t take that way!«, Nancy said uneasy. The Asian got up and then tottered towards the piano.

»He has used this bloody thing on me for hours! Though I have to admit he found the right melody – twice!«

Nancy shuddered, though Linh had rather spoken to herself. The idea of being forced to orgasm was quite awkward and so, she looked for another way out. Despite being in the cellar, there was a window and though it looked narrow, she was sure that they would fit through the gap. Even better, it could be opened.

When she turned around she saw that Linh had put on the discarded jacket of Ahmed. In addition, she had put on Katja`s yellow thong – her lucky charm!

»Hey! These are Katja`s!«

»Shhh, you are waking our captors! I would have preferred otherwise, too, but those don`t fit!«

She pointed at the pink panties, obviously a present from Aminata. Nancy scoffed and grabbed her own panties. They felt damp and strange when she put them on, but they were better than being stark naked and at least, the material was still opaque.

Now, getting out of the window would be a matter of a few seconds, but there was still the problem that the garden was observed by video cameras. And even with the element of surprise, they would be no match for their armed captors.

Linh pulled herself up and looked out of the window. Then, she whispered:

»I am sure that the cameras won`t notice us as long as we stay close to the house. Perhaps, we can get into another room and then to the ground floor!«

This didn`t sound like a real improvement, but when Linh slipped through the window, Nancy followed her. The air felt chilly on her nearly naked body and she shivered, but at the same time, it helped her to shake off her grogginess.

On all fours, they crawled along the wall, always listening for sounds coming from the house. However, there was no other open window. Nancy pointed at the light coming from the windows of the living room. Carefully, she sneaked closer until she could look inside.

Inside, she could see the smaller of the two men who had grabbed her earlier lie on a couch, either sleeping or dozing. Beside him, on another couch, she could see a black foot clad in a sandal. So, the woman was there, too.

»They are just-«

Nancy fell silent when she looked over her shoulder: Linh had disappeared. She wanted to look for her, when suddenly, she noticed that inside, the woman and the man had gotten up. When they both left, Nancy made a decision.

She sneaked towards the glass door and when she found it ajar, she slipped inside. Then, frantically looking for a cover, she crouched behind a sideboard in a corner and waited.

It seemed that the two had just left for the corridor and now, there was the voice of another person. Nancy felt a shiver run down her spine and this had nothing to do with the fact she was still only clad in a pair of damp panties.

»Perhaps, he has returned to tell them that he had been unable to find Katja!«

It was a vain hope and it was shattered brutally when the tall bulky man entered, carrying something over his shoulder. Nancy saw a pair of long, slender legs, bare except for the three rounds of duct tape that held them together. The man`s hand rested on a bottom that seemed naked, but then, Nancy spotted a glimpse of turquoise: the same color as the thong Katja had been wearing when they had last seen a few hours ago.

***

When he had reached his car, Mike had quickly informed his employer about the latest events and then, he had forced himself to sleep for a few hours. However, at about four o`clock in the morning, he decided that he was fit enough for a visit to his favorite Policewoman.

When he had knocked her unconscious the day before, he had checked Isabelle`s ID card, telling him her address. So, finding her house in the outskirts of Saint Martin wasn`t difficult. He parked his car some distance away and then sneaked towards the little house.

He could see no lights, but perhaps, the two girls had managed to fall asleep. All windows were covered by opaque curtains and so, he could not peep inside. Carefully, he sneaked to the backside.

Beside a small shack, he saw the backdoor and when he approached, he discovered something else: the door had been broken open; not by brute force, but by someone who knew what he was doing. Mike drew his gun and tipped against the door. It was only ajar, but before it could swing open, he stopped it and then pushed it open slowly so the hinges would not screech.

The corridor was just one yard long and opened to the kitchen where Mike could see nothing suspicious. So, he entered and closed the door behind him. After a short cursory look at the small closet he entered the living room.

It was also empty, but here, he could see some signs of its inhabitants: on the table, he detected two mugs, two small glasses and half a bottle of Mirabelle. Beside, on a chair, he saw a pile of clothes and on the couch were a pillow and a crumpled blanket. Then, he saw something strange.

At the floor, there was a large oblong spot, slightly darker than the parquet around it. It looked as if a large carpet had been recently removed.

»Er sagte zärtlich Isabelle – und Isa bellte!«, he said to himself. It was an untranslatable pun in German, playing with the meaning of »bell«, which was the German Imperative of »to bark«. He then listened closely, but the house was silent, except for the faint humming of the fridge and the sound of the wind in the hedges outside.

Mike took his small flashlight and went for the stairs, holding the light away from his body. Most people would shoot at the light and so, they would not hit him if there was an armed man waiting for him. Carefully, he went up to the second floor.

»Mmhmmmmmm!«

The faint humming made Mike smile with relief and he put the gun into his belt. He was quite sure about the source of that specific sound and he presumed that the attacker was no longer in the house if he had left at least one of the women bound and gagged.

Again, the moaning could be heard and this time, he was sure it came from behind the door right in front of him. He slowly opened it and when nobody attacked him, he switched on the light.

It obviously was Isabelle`s bedroom, looking a bit girlie-like, slightly messy – and empty. However, when he stepped in, he could again hear the high-pitched mewing.

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

Mike went to the cupboard and opened the door. The first thing that caught his eyes was a dark blue uniform hanging at the inside of the door. Then, he saw that something big had been put inside the cupboard: a rolled carpet, obviously that from the living room. The roll was secured with a round of duct tape and now, the moaning was even louder.

»Uuuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmph!«

Mike heaved the rolled carpet from the cupboard and placed it on the broad bed. Then, he drew his pocket knife, cut the tape and pulled on the carpet´s edge. It unrolled on the bed, revealing a partially clad woman.

»Now I know how Caesar must have felt when he first met Cleopatra!«

»Mmhhmph!«

Isabelle stared at him, her green eyes as big as saucers. She slightly rose her upper body, but there was little more the girl could do.

The redhead was clad only in her white sleeveless T-Shirt and a matching pair of plain cotton panties. Her arms were behind her back and from the way her ample breasts were literally pointing at him, Mike guessed that not only her wrists were tied, but also her elbows. Isabelle`s legs were tied at the ankles and above and below the knees and when he looked closer, Mike saw that the tape rounds were secured by additional zip ties above.

Another zip tie went around the girl`s waist, pulled tight and only upholstered by the thin cloth of her T-Shirt and panties. From it, another zip tie disappeared between her legs, bisecting her pubic mound.

»Uuhhmmmm!«

The lower half of Isabelle`s face was covered by rounds of tightly applied silver duct tape. Mike sat beside her on the bed and bent over her. Isabelle mmphed and looked at him with concern as he took the crotch strap with two fingers, but he just cut it, causing Isabelle to rear up and moan with relief.

»You want me to blow on the hurting spot?«

Isabelle grunted angrily and he gently sat her up.

»If you are always that grumpy before your first coffee, I will stop minding other people`s business and go!«

He cut the tie around her waist and when he looked at her arms, he not only recognized that the tape around her wrists and elbows was also secured with additional cable binders, but it looked as if her wrists had been anchored to her crotch rope. Sure, any attempt to struggle must have been very painful and dissuasive.

Now, Mike decided to alternately work on her bonds and gag. So, he found the end of the tape wrapped around her head and began to remove it. Luckily for her, Isabelle wore a hair tie and so, he could remove the tape without tearing off more than a few hairs. Underneath the tape, he saw an ace bandage wrapped around her head.

»Someone really wanted you quiet, Belle!«

Ignoring her angry moan, he cut her elbow tie and allowed her to ease the strain in her shoulders. Then, he unwound the bandage, only to find another strip of tape plastered over her mouth. Mike now freed the girl`s legs before he removed the tape, trying to find a way between painfully fast and painstakingly slow.

Isabelle`s mouth was filled with what turned out to be no less than four socks. Mike removed them one by one. He wanted to joke about it, but the girl had become increasingly unruly, squirming on the bed and tripping with her feet. Mike cut her wrist ties and immediately, Isabelle jumped up and rushed out of the room. A second later, a door was slammed and then, he heard a splashing sound, accompanied by a long sigh of relief.

Mike chuckled and was still grinning when Isabelle returned some minute later. However, he remembered his manners and rose from the bed.

»That sounded pretty urgent!«

»The highest time«, Isabelle breathed. »I had tea and liquor and-«

She stopped, noticing how absurd that conversation was. She giggled hysterically and staggered, stumbling against Mike. He put his arm around her and suddenly, Isabelle started to sob. He held her tight until she had calmed down and then he asked gently:

»Now, are you the strong Policewoman again or still the sniffling sissy?«

Isabelle glanced at him, but then, she had to smile herself. She wiped over her eyes and whispered:

»Policewoman!«

»All right. Now, tell me: did the one who packed you so nicely also take the other girl with him?«

Isabelle nodded, still blinking a few tears from her eyes.

»Yeah, Katja. He already had her tied up and gagged when he woke me up! I – I couldn`t do anything to help her! I failed completely!«

He brushed through her hair, but then tightened his grip; not painfully, but forcing her to look at him.

»It wasn`t your fault they somehow knew your private address. And in addition, the game isn`t over yet. We will now have something to eat and then, we will get these bastards and give them what they deserve! You will not only fully rehabilitate yourself, you will get a promotion, a medal and my fullest admiration!«

Mike bent down and kissed her lips. Then, grabbing her shoulders, he turned her around and said:

»Now, make yourself presentable whilst I prepare breakfast!«

He playfully slapped her butt and Isabelle gasped. However, at the same time, she felt grateful. Not for the insult, but Mike`s way of handling things helped her coping with her latest ordeal. She quickly gathered some clothes.

»Will you put on the uniform, Belle?«

She showed him her middle finger, but when she had turned her head, her lips trembled and she had to oppress a smile.

Usually, French people don`t eat much for breakfast, but Mike was born in England and so, he not only prepared coffee,  but also put some Brioche and Croissants to the table, accompanied by butter, and then, he prepared some ham and eggs. He was about to call for Isabelle when she came down the stairs.

In the fraction of a second, Mike noticed several things that he liked. Not the fact that Isabelle was pretty – or, in his eyes, gorgeous. He already knew that. But he saw that she had not just put on some clothes. Not that she was the least indecent, but her anthracite Pullover had a slight V-neck and was adorned by a silver broche with a stone that matched the color of her eyes. Isabelle had also put up some decent makeup and he also noticed that she was wearing her red curls open.

»Wow!«, he said, looking at her and the girl blushed deeply.

»Come on, you must be used to getting that reaction!«

He noticed that she was hiding one hand behind her back. She lowered her head, avoiding his eyes, but reluctantly, she now presented him her hand.

»H-here. Y-y-you s-saved me a-again a-and-«

Mike saw that she was presenting him the panties she had been wearing when he had freed her. He took her hand and felt how cold it was. Isabelle breathed:

»Just take them, before I die from embarrassment!«

Mike plucked the undergarment from her hand and put it in his back pocket. Then, he brushed over her cheek and said:

»I can only admire how the color of your face matches your hair!«

He grinned and Isabelle scoffed.

»Rot in hell – but before, get me some coffee and a double portion of these eggs!«

***

The last couple of days had taught Cordelia how mean people could be, but never would she have thought that someone could bother her so much by just doing nothing – at least not willingly.

Guylène had indeed fallen asleep, using Cordelia`s chest as her pillow. She was sleeping with her mouth slightly open and to Cordelia`s embarrassment and disgust, she drooled a little on her breasts. Her right hand still rested in Cordelia`s pantyhose and though she definitely was sleeping, the occasional movements of that hand she could not get rid of were very, very irritating.

Adding to her discomfort were Guylène`s cryptic words about them doing a »trip« the next day. Perhaps, it had something to do with the various people she had heard talking downstairs, though she hadn`t been able to understand anything.

»Perhaps, she has sold Linh and Janine to some other criminal she knows! But why is she speaking about me doing a trip, too?«

She wondered whether Guylène had sold her, too. Her current behavior spoke against that, but could someone who bought a woman that had been kidnapped by White Slavers as her personal toy be judged by normal standards?

White Slavery! Personal toy! The words echoed in Cordelia`s head, making her bite down on the nerf ball filling her mouth. She didn`t dare to thrash around and scream into her gag, for this would have awakened Guylène and she didn`t want her to continue what fatigue had stopped her from doing. So, letting out a fluttering breath, she lay there, staring at the ceiling and thus not noticing the movement at the ajar window.

Suddenly, a shadow materialized over the bed and Guylène suddenly twitched, letting out a croak, before she collapsed on top of Cordelia. The helpless woman stared at the person standing over her who had just chopped Guylène`s carotid arteries. It was Linh.

»Uuhhhmmmmm! Mhhrrrrrmmmmm!«

The Asian ignored her and quickly checked if Guylène really had blacked out. Then, she slipped out of the oversized jacket she was wearing, leaving her in just a tiny yellow thong with the radioactive sign on it.

»I am sure this bitch has something that suits me better!«

Cordelia moaned, half questioningly, half filled with the irrational hope that now, Linh would set her free. However, the look on Linh`s face told her that this wouldn`t happen.

»Oh, you didn`t expect me to untie you, Titsabobbing, do you? Well, I still have to improvise, but I am quite sure that setting you free would not come up as a good idea to me, even if I had more time to plan my next steps!«

In helpless horror, Cordelia watched as Linh began to slowly strip the pantyhose and panties from the unconscious Guylène. Smiling at Cordelia, the Asian said:

»However, what does not interfere my plans is allowing you two some more quality time together!«

Linh used the pantyhose to tie Guylène`s wrists. To Cordelia`s dismay, she slung the unconscious woman`s arms around her waist before doing so, so Guylène`s head was resting on her lap, her face only separated from her pubic mound by the thin pantyhose. However, worse was to come.

Linh loosened the legs of the pantyhose that were tied over Cordelia`s mouth, but she did not free her from the hose over her head, let alone the dreadful panty-hood. Instead, she took the legs and brought them to her back where she tied them off to Guylène`s wrist ties. Cordelia gulped. Her throat wasn`t blocked by the tie, but now, whenever Guylène would move her arms, she would pull on her head.

Linh rummaged through the laundry drawer and produced two more pairs of pantyhose. One of these, she ripped in half and tied off Guylène`s knees to Cordelia`s. This position forced the French to raise her butt; it looked as if she was worshipping Cordelia´s crotch.

»Mhhmmmm! Nnngggg!«

»I know, I know, she needs a gag, but I can`t do two things at the same time!«

Obviously, Linh had recovered from Guylène`s betrayal and was once again the mean torturer. She peeled down the yellow thong, wrapped it around Guylène`s discarded panties and stuffed the wad deep into her throat. Above, she crammed the crotch part of the other pantyhose before wrapping the legs twice around her head and between her lips and tying off them above the packing in her mouth.

When Linh then examined Guylène`s cupboards and drawers, the French regained her consciousness. She moaned and then, she struggled and screamed through her gag. Cordelia was forced to arch back her head as she pulled on her wrist ties, she felt the vibrations and the small blows of hot air between her legs and she was forced to join her energetic struggles.

Linh seemed to enjoy the show, for she took some time to choose a fresh pair of panties, a black pantyhose and a bright red dress that ended at her knees. Since Guylène was more buxom than her, Linh did not try on her bras and so, the dress could not hide that the Asian obviously was anticipating what she planned to do next: her nipples were clearly visible under the tight dress.

Now, she approached the bed, watched anxiously by Cordelia whilst Guylène still was fuming and squirming. She grabbed the French`s neck, pushing her face deeper into Cordelia`s lap, and said:

»You know, I could forgive you that you betrayed me. After all, we are both businesswomen and a good deal is a good deal. However, you just had to exaggerate!«

She looked at Cordelia and asked:

»Do you want to know what this bitch did?«

Cordelia did not utter a sound, she just stared at the Asian with widened eyes. Guylène tried to buck, but Linh just increased the grip on her neck and kept her down.

»She tied me up, my face between another woman`s legs!«

Linh paused, allowing both Guylène and Cordelia to see the similarities between their predicament and Linh`s encounters. Then, she continued:

»She then put some probes all over my body, nasty little things that could send electric shocks through me – and they did, for these probes were connected to an electric piano! And this bloody Arab kept on playing for hours!«

She now took a deep breath and though Cordelia was far from feeling pity for Linh, she could understand that she had suffered. Linh now placed her hand on Guylène´s exposed butt and pushed her fingers between her legs, causing the French to mew and squirm.

»Well, since I need a head start, we don`t have hours now, Guylène. We also don`t have a piano. But what I do have is sheer unbridled rage – and at least, we have the bongos!«

Linh raised her hand and then, she slapped Guylène`s buttocks. The French screamed through her gag, making Cordelia cringe as she felt the vibration.

»Try to enjoy the rhythm!«, Linh hissed as she continued the spanking.

***