In some lonesome Valley 9

Cowering between the sideboard and the wall, Nancy had a good view on what was going on in the living room, but it frustrated her having to watch what the thugs did to Katja without being able to help. But even with the element of surprise, she would have been no match against three armed opponents.

The bulky man had sat Katja on one couch and Nancy had oppressed a compassionate gasp as the blonde cringed and let out a mew. The reason for that was the tight crotch rope that became even more painful as she had to sit down. To Nancy`s horror, it wasn`t just a rope, but a zip tie, connected to a second around the girl`s slender waist. The only leniency was that it was tied over the thin cloth of her thong that provided a minimum of padding. Except for the thong, Katja only wore an oversized T-Shirt and Nancy guessed that she was tied at both wrists and elbows. Her mouth was invisible under several rounds of tightly applied tape and the way her cheeks bulged showed she had been massively gagged before that had been applied.

»Now, shall we wake up the Boss and your – Mistress?«, Benoit asked Aminata. The Black noticed the way he had pronounced the last word: it wasn`t mockery or disrespect for Guylène, he obviously had wanted to indicate that perhaps, Aminata was more to Guylène than just a servant or counselor. She replied:

»My – Mistress has given strict orders not to wake her up before 6:00 am which is in«, she looked at her watch, »two hours anyway. And His Highness also has retired. So, how much in a hurry are we?«

Benoit quickly reported:

»I doubt that the Policewoman will get free on her own accord. Compared to her, this one«, he pointed at Katja, »is sloppily tied. So, she will only be found if her colleagues will look after her – which should not be before late morning.«

Aminata knew Pierre, the only other Policeman, and guessed it would be even later until he would react to the fact Isabelle didn`t answer his phone calls and get over to her place. She quickly calculated:

»So, let`s guess she comes to the conclusion that the assault has something to do with us rather quickly. Then, she will inform her colleagues at Grenoble instantly and they can be here with a search warrant and enough manpower to block the roads – well, I guess not before tomorrow morning. Given the fact that you wanted to leave during the next ten hours anyway, I would say that we don`t disturb our superiors` beauty sleep.«

»Beauty sleep!«, Amir chuckled. Then, patting Benoit`s shoulder, he added:

»Perhaps, that`s something you should try, too!«

Benoit just grunted, but Aminata raised an eyebrow and said towards Amir:

»It seems you both made your choices when it came to decide between handsomeness and masculinity!«

The backhanded compliment made Benoit smile whilst now, Amir made a face. Aminata now stepped over to Katja and caressed her long blonde hair. Nancy angrily made a fist and had to oppress the urge to jump forward.

»Now, what shall we do about you? Make you a bit more presentable, what would you say? You will meet a veritable Prince, after all!«

Katja let out a faint moan and Aminata brushed over her crotch rope with her index finger.

»That looks quite inconvenient.«

With two fingers, she slightly plucked on the tight zip tie. Katja squirmed and mewed and again, Nancy had to fight down her rage.

»You want me to take that off?«

Again, Aminata plucked and with tears in her eyes, Katja nodded, though she could read from the Black`s eyes that she was planning something mean. And indeed, she then said:

»You want me to take that off – even if that little favor will cost you both your T-Shirt and your panties?«

She looked at Katja and again took the zip tie between her fingers, but before she could give it another yank, the girl nodded. Aminata smiled sardonically, went to the very sideboard Nancy was hiding behind and took a vicious looking knife from a drawer.

Katja looked at her with widened eyes and didn`t dare to breathe as she pushed the blade under the hem of her T-Shirt (or actually Isabelle`s who had borrowed it to her for sleeping) and then sliced it open. She then cut it away completely and the men looked at Katja`s exposed, thrust out breasts.

Aminata then carefully sliced the crotch strap and though she also cut the sides of her thong and yanked it away, Katja let out a sigh of relief when the tight zip ties were removed. Nancy saw the red mark around Katja`s waist and another vertical one leading between her labia and she was trembling from oppressed rage. The Black got up and asked Benoit:

»Do you have any more of these zip ties?«

»Certainly!«

He handed her some cable binders, even bowing slightly as if it was a bunch of flowers. Aminata dropped a curtsey before she cut through Katja`s leg ties and removed the tape. Then, she grabbed the blonde`s right ankle. She forced her foot towards the right front leg of the couch and then used one of the zip ties to tie Katja`s big toe to it. Amir watched the helpless naked girl licking his lips whilst Benoit seemed more fascinated by Aminata`s butt and her acid green panties her position revealed.

»Nnnggg! Mmhhmmph!«

Katja protested as the Black grabbed her left leg and forced her feet towards the other couch leg. This forced the girl to open her legs very wide and also she had to slide forward to the edge of the seat. When Aminata had fixed her big toe, Katja not only had to present her most intimate areas on full display, but also had to slightly arch back to maintain balance. Aminata pointed at her with her hand and Amir applauded whilst Benoit just nodded approvingly.

»The Boss will like to see her like that before his morning coffee. However, Amir, we have to do some work!«

His comrade grunted, not very willingly to turn away from the nude beauty in front of him. But Benoit insisted that they had to prepare the cars for the now four damsels they would have to transport.

»I think the Boss will want to sit in the backseat with one of the girls – most likely, the blonde here or the other one with the big boobs. You will drive the Bentley and so, I will follow in another car, together with the other three girls. However, the car the Asian came with is on the wanted lists and the Golf is a bit tiny for excess package. So, we have to improvise a bit – and when it comes to cars, you are the best man around!«

Reluctantly, Amir took his eyes from Katja. Then, before he went towards Benoit, he suddenly stepped forward and groped the girl`s boobs, causing Katja to mew and squirm.

»If she tells the Boss, you are in big trouble!«, Benoit scolded him half-jokingly. Amir squeezed her breasts for one last time and then, the two men left.

Nancy could not believe her luck. Now, it was only the Black she had to overpower before she could free Katja! She watched her opponent and though she hated herself for it at the same time, she was grateful that Aminata now bent over Katja and began to caress her, for this allowed her to approach her from behind.

»You can thrust them out all you want, Blondie, you are not more than a B-cup!«

Bent over Katja, she cupped her breasts with her hands and smiled down on the helpless girl. Katja stared at her and the Black opened her mouth to say something. Then, suddenly, her eyes twisted and she let out a croak before she collapsed into Katja`s lap.

»Mhm? Uuhhmmmm!«

Nancy pulled the unconscious woman away and quickly hugged her beloved Katja. Then, however, she whispered:

»I have to take care of her before these men come back!«

Her eyes fell on the remaining zip ties still lying on the floor. She took them, but before she tied Aminata up, she hesitated: the Black was about her size and had the same buxom and sportive figure. So, she took off her dress and the sandals, leaving Aminata, who was wearing no bra, in just her green fullback panties.

Nancy quickly slipped into the dress and then, she zip tied Aminata`s wrists behind her back. Then, she grabbed her ankles, bent them to her hands and used a second cable binder to tie her feet and also put her into a hogtie.

»I need a gag, too!«, she thought. She took the knife Aminata had used earlier and cut her panties from her. Then, since the garment had been sliced anyway, she also took Katja`s thong and shoved both pairs into the Black`s mouth. Seeing no point in being gentle, she used another zip tie to keep the gag in her mouth.

»Mmhmmm!«

Katja reminded her of her presence and quickly, Nancy untied her feet, allowing the girl to bring her legs together. Then, she freed her arms and the two hugged. Katja moaned, but Nancy knew that removing the gag was not the most urgent thing to do. She grabbed Katja`s hand and pulled her with her, towards the glass door. On the floor, she spotted something: her rope and grappling hook Benoit had taken from the wall some hours before.

»We can`t use the door, for the two men are in the garage! But I have an idea!«

Picking up the rope and hook, she pulled the still gagged Katja with her, into the dark garden.

***

To her own surprise, her previous ordeal had made Isabelle rather hungry: ravenously, she not only devoured most of the ham and eggs, but also two croissants. Then, taking a last sip from her coffee, she addressed the elephant in the room:

»Who are you? And what part are you playing in all this?«

Mike looked at her and replied:

»I presume that you won`t be content with the good old ›if I told you, I`d have to kill you‹?«

Isabelle just kept looking at him and so, Mike took a deep breath and asked:

»When Guylène visited you in your Office yesterday, what did she say?«

The girl noticed that Mike was dodging her question. She didn`t wonder why he knew about Guylène`s visit; she had entered the Police Office in plain sight.

»She – she said that she was afraid of criminals who would try to break into her chalet. And she wanted me to have a look at the area.«

»That`s where we first met.«

Mike`s hand wandered to his back pocket and Isabelle knew he had stowed her panties there. Involuntarily, she blushed slightly, but she said:

»So, you are after her. But who are you? A secret agent from the CIA or the Secret Service?«

»Ex Secret Service«, Mike replied, looking at her openly. »However, none of the glamorous guys with the license to kill who save the world from super-villains. Most of my work was surprisingly boring – that`s why I quit.«

Of course, Isabelle`s image of a secret agent was influenced by James Bond movies and so, she compared Mike to that in her mind. He indeed didn`t look extraordinary – and yet, he had proven to be more than just an average guy in the past 24 hours.

»So, whom are you working for now? A rival real estate agency that wants to get Guylène Delacroix out of business?«

A part of her feared that this was the right answer. It would be a bit disappointing to her. Mike looked at her before he continued:

»Yes and no. My employer wants her out of business – but not to get some buildings for a cheaper price. It`s something personal.«

 He took a sip from his coffee and Isabelle noticed that he wouldn`t tell her more, at least, not now. So, she said:

»So, since she`s now guilty of assault and kidnapping, how about doing it my way: by calling my colleagues in Grenoble, get a search warrant for her chalet and have her arrested? That should keep her out of business and your employer would be happy. And so would I, because everything would be done the legal way!«

Mike looked at her with a mixture of respect and regret.

»Actually, I considered that, too. However, my employer thinks otherwise and it also would not work out: all you know for sure is that someone attacked you and abducted an unknown girl that could have told you anything. And before your colleagues appear, all evidence will be destroyed.«

He made it obvious that the destroyed »evidence« included at least two girls to one of whom Isabelle had developed at least a loose relationship when talking to her and having a few shots of Mirabelle. Suddenly, Mike`s face cheered up and he added:

»We have, however, still one trump card. Or rather two, because I am talking of us!«

»When did you and me become ›us‹?«, Isabelle asked, though she was rather curious then repelled. Mike smiled:

»If I hadn`t come by and found you, what would have happened?«

The seemingly change of subjects made Isabelle frown. When she thought about it, she shuddered slightly. When the man had left her, bound and gagged and rolled into the carpet, she had quickly found out that despite all her struggling, she wouldn`t have been able to free herself.

»M-my colleague would have come a-and – freed me. Sooner or later.«

Rather later, she added in her thoughts, for the sluggish Pierre sure would not have come by before noon. The idea of her colleague being the one freeing her, by then having lost control over her bladder, made her cringe. However, at the same time, she began to understand Mike`s thoughts:

»You mean, Guylène and her henchmen think that I won`t be able to alert anyone before the next few hours!«

»That`s 100 points for Belle! And in addition, they also don`t know about me yet! So, do you trust me?«

»No!«, Isabelle snapped and Mike chuckled.

»You could at least have hesitated for a second before you answered! Anyway, I have an idea, but it requires a fearless and beautiful heroine, preferably a redhead. What do you say?«

»I say you are better in cooking than in making compliments!«

However, she slightly bent forward, interested in what Mike had in mind.

***

Linh`s rage had been short-cut by physical exhaustion, since being bound and gagged for hours had taken its toll even on the tough Asian. But she had managed to spank Guylène`s buttocks 100 times and each time, the French had screamed into Cordelia`s lap. So, after what had lasted for just a few minutes, both women were feeling as if their ordeal had lasted for hours.

Now, Linh was creaming her hand that slightly hurt from the punishment she had forced on Guylène. Then, she inspected the French`s dressing table, taking some of her jewelry and putting it on herself before returning to the bed. She playfully slapped on Guylène`s reddened buttocks, causing her to whimper and squirm.

»It will be quite entertaining for whoever might find you in the morning! Anyway, I now must find a way out of your guest-friendly house. So, have fun, Handful!«

She again slapped Guylène`s butt, harder this time. The woman screamed through the panties filling her mouth and then, she sobbed whilst Linh bent over Cordelia, cupping her breasts with her hands. She kneaded them gently, but then, she trapped her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.

»Will you miss me, Titsabobbing? All the fun we had«, she lowered her voice to a breath and bent even closer over Cordelia`s face, »the games we shared«, she placed a kiss on each of the helpless woman`s nipples, even touching each with the tip of her tongue, »and, last but not least, the pain I caused!«

Linh tightened the grip on Cordelia`s nipples and twisted them.

»Mmhrrrrmmmmm!«

Wailing with pain, Cordelia bucked, involuntarily thrusting her pelvis into her unwilling companion`s face who reacted by thrashing and moaning, too. Only after some squirming and panting, Cordelia noticed that the Asian had left the room.

For Guylène, the ordeal would be over in little more than an hour, but for her, it had just been another chapter in the book of horror she had opened just some week ago.

***

Working together, Benoit and Amir had prepared both the Bentley and the Golf for transporting the four damsels unseen. The Qatari had discovered that if he took the reserve wheel and placed it beside the suitcases in the boot, the tiny space would be just enough to stow one of the girls in it. A second would be sitting at the back seat, together with Ahmed.

Meanwhile, Benoit had removed the ski box from Linh`s car and fixed it to the roof of the Golf. Obviously, the Asian had used it for transporting the girls, too, for he found several straps with buckles inside of it and also, he noticed a slight fragrance of sweat, perfume and something else.

All the time, Amir had been talking about the physical assets of the damsels.

»I mean, the one blonde has got legs like a gazelle, but man, let`s talk about the other`s boobs! Do you think they are even better than those of that black pearl?«

Benoit had been a bit monosyllabic, concentrating on fixing the box to the roof railing and only occasionally uttering a grunt. He knew that Amir was thinking of the girls like he thought of the Bentley – precious things he didn`t own. And unlike the Bentley, he would not be allowed to use them frequently, except for some groping when they stowed them into the car.

Not that Benoit was much better. However, he somehow had an eye on Aminata. And so, he felt a little annoyed by Amir`s remarks about her, though he didn`t want his colleague to know that he, the battle-hardened ex-soldier, had feelings aside from hunger.

»Well, about time to waken the Boss!«, he said, looking at his watch. It had become half past five and he would insist that they left early, giving them a head start of a few hours before someone found the Policewoman in her cupboard.

»His Royal Highness will be quite grumpy, having to get up before dawn!«, Amir said when they were in the lift back to the chalet and this time, Benoit grinned, too. Ahmed was a serious businessman, but the wealthier he got, the more spoiled he seemed to become.

»Mhhhmmmm! Uuhhmmmm! Mph!«

Amir chuckled when they left the lift and were greeted by some muffled grunts and moans.

»Seems like Aminata is stoking the oven for the Prince!«

Benoit, however, frowned and drew his gun. The corridor that opened to the living room only allowed a glimpse to the room, but he had seen that the glass door was ajar. And he had always lived by the motto of better being too careful than too dead.

So, he brought himself in front of Amir and sneaked forward. When he entered the living room, his eyes fell on the floor. There, Aminata was lying, her wrists and ankles tied into a tight hogtie. The girl was stark naked and when she rose her head, he could see that a zip tie cutting into the corners of her mouth was keeping a big wad of packing in her mouth.

»Mhhrrmm! Mph!«

Her eyes reflected both fury and embarrassment, but Benoit quickly checked if the room was empty and then, he went into the garden, looking for the escaped girl and the potential intruder. Amir meanwhile bent down to Aminata.

»Really? You allowed a naked, bound and gagged girl to overpower you?«

Aminata rolled her eyes and mumbled something through the panties stuffing her mouth, but Amir just grabbed her shoulder: not to help her in any way, but to lift her upper body, allowing him to look at her breast. Since she had been writhing and squirming on the carpet for some time now, her nipple had become hard and erect from the constant friction. Amir licked his lips, but now, Benoit yelled from the garden and reluctantly, he followed his call.

In the garden, Benoit pointed at the wall where Amir could see the grappling hook. He had seen that the rope was dangling downwards, swinging slightly in the air. He frowned: when he had taken Katja captive, the blonde had seemed like a neither very brave nor strong girl. Was it possible that he had underestimated her terribly? Not only had she managed to free herself and overpowered Aminata, but also climbed down the steep rock – in the nude.

»I am quite sure she has had an accomplice! Now, let`s get inside and have a war counsil!«

Once again, he bent over the wall and looked into the valley, but there was no sign of a naked woman running around. With a curse, he went for the door, followed by Amir.

In the swimming pool, the air mattress still was floating on the water, close to the aluminum ladder. Had Benoit given the mattress a closer look, he would perhaps have noticed that its surface was slightly curved – allowing the two persons underneath it to breathe.

When they had escaped into the garden, Nancy`s initial plan had been to climb down the rock and she had already fixed the grappling hook to the wall whilst Katja had ungagged herself. However, the idea of climbing down 300 feet in the dark, barefoot – or, in Katja`s case, stark naked – didn`t sound like a reasonable idea. Nancy thought that with a lot of luck, she would perhaps have been able to manage the climbing trip, but not Katja. And definitely, Nancy would not let Katja alone again!

So, they had decided to just pretend they had abseiled down the rock and to hide in the garden instead. To get into the pool had been Katja`s idea, though the naked girl had been shivering in the water, cuddling towards Nancy who at least had Aminata`s dress. The pool wasn`t ice cold, but the water was only warmed by the sun and due to the altitude, the nights on the plateau were a bit chilly even in summer. So, when they heard the two men get back inside, both girls shivered and chattered their teeth.

»W-we ha-have to g-g-get into t-the warm!«, Nancy whispered and Katja, her lips becoming blue from the cold, nodded. Carefully, they climbed out of the pool where the chilly air made them shudder. Nancy then pointed at a bush that would allow them to watch the house whilst it also offered some protection from being seen.

When they were crouching behind the bush, Nancy pulled the dress that now was clinging to her body from her. She now was only wearing her equally soaked panties whilst Katja was completely naked. The two girls hugged each other. When Katja`s breasts touched her own, she felt a warm tingle run through her body and she kissed the other`s lips.

»H-have we g-got t-t-time for that?«, a still trembling Katja breathed.

»Maybe, it`s our last opportunity!«, Nancy thought, but she forced an assuring smile on her lips and whispered:

»Next night, all these evil thugs will be in jail and we will have all the time in the world for ›that‹!«

***

Inside the house, the two henchmen were surprised to see Ahmed standing in the living room, dressed in his silk bathrobe and glancing angrily at them:

»What the fuck is going on here?«

Benoit was about to explain when the Prince continued to shout:

»I just went downstairs, to have some – piano practice before breakfast! And guess what: the Asian and the busty blonde – they are both gone! And then, I come to this room, only to see that you have lost the other blonde, too!«

He looked down at the still trussed up and gagged Aminata to his feet and for a moment, it looked as if he wanted to kick her. Instead, he grabbed Amir by his collar and repeated his questions in Arabic. Benoit took the chance to slip through the door and jumped down the stairs, his gun in hand. He examined the fitness room, but instead of some discarded ropes and crumpled tape, there was no evidence of the two captives except for a drying puddle of urine close to the door. Benoit noticed the open window and at least knew which way the two had taken. He now also had an idea who had been behind the attack on Aminata and the freeing of Katja.

He then kicked open the adjacent door that hid Janine`s tiny prison. The Policewoman was still there, sitting in the chair tied up and with her legs tied to the armrests. When he looked at her, she weakly flailed with her unbound lower legs and stared at him with a mixture of exhaustion, shame and fear. The seat between her legs was wet and the smell told Benoit that Janine had lost control over her bladder during the long hours in bondage whilst nobody had taken care of her.

With a curse, he rushed up the stairs again. Ahmed was waiting for him and he quickly reported that at least one captive was still there. The Prince, now having calmed down a bit, ordered:

»All right, let`s wake up our guest!«

»Mmhhmmmph!«

On the floor, Aminata protested, both against being left bound and gagged by the three men and that they now intended to storm into Guylène`s sleeping room. Ahmed shouted:

»You failed miserably in protecting your Mistress! Maybe, we should also take your job as a chamber maid! Amir, have an eye on her!«

He ran up the stairs, followed by Benoit who noticed that the Prince now was holding a small gun. At the corridor, Ahmed stopped at the door of which he knew was that of Guylène`s bedroom. From inside, he could hear a muffled moan and he grinned wolfishly:

»Let`s interrupt her pre-coffee entertainment!«

Not bothering to knock, he kicked against the door. It flew open and the two men`s eyes fell upon the exposed still reddened buttocks of Guylène who was kneeling between the thighs of another woman tied spread-eagled to the bed. It looked as if Guylène was worshipping the other`s pubic area in a bizarre ritual.

Ahmed lowered his gun and uttered something that could only have been the Arabic equivalent to »What the fuck!«.

***

Though she felt a little nervous, Isabelle had agreed upon Mike`s plan to get the inhabitants of the chalet once and for all.

»Me, or rather my employer, only wants Guylène. But by arresting the others and freeing at least three women, you will at least be promoted to a real Capitaine!«

»I am a real Capitaine!«, Isabelle had pouted, though she knew that she only held the title because the Gendarmerie of Saint-Martin-dans-les-Alps had once been of some importance when smuggling between France and Italy had still been a thing. She only commanded two people and she still only got the payment of an ordinary Lieutenant.

She tried to ignore that Mike intended not to hand over Guylène to the Police, but to his ominous employer. Well, she could see to that once the coup was done, but now, she needed her only ally.

»For them, it has been a sleepless night, too and they are planning a getaway. So, since they are thinking that they are trying to find some rest or are just preparing to let all evidence disappear.«

When she opened her mouth to protest, he added:

»I am quite sure that Guylène does not intend to kill the captives. Instead, she maybe wants that Asian woman Katja has told you about to take care of them. She`s a human trafficker, after all. So, they may be a bit uncomfortable right now, but they are not in imminent danger.«

Isabelle, who only too well remembered how it was to be helplessly bound and gagged didn`t like the idea of leaving Janine, Katja and Nancy in their predicament for some more hours, but she had to agree that this was indeed a minor problem.

»Now, all we have to do is to lure Guylène out of her bunker. Once she`s in my – custody, you may inform your colleagues and storm the chalet whilst there are road blocks waiting for any car that dares to escape. In the evening, you may hoist the flag of justice upon the chalet!«

Isabelle hesitated. What he intended was practically making her an accomplice in his schemes. As if he had read her thoughts, Mike suddenly reached over the table and took her hand. His expression had become serious and he said:

»Belle, believe it or not, I want justice to be done, too. I can`t explain everything to you now, but Guylène deserves punishment. Not only for her involvement in kidnapping and human trafficking, but also for – previous deeds. I can assure you that neither my employer nor I are killers. But with all her money, Guylène would be out of jail within days. We just want to assure that she gets what she deserves.«

Isabelle looked at his grey eyes and found no sign he was lying. She felt his hand holding hers, firmly and gently at the same time. She sighed: she had sworn an oath to abide the law, but on the other hand, rich people – people like Guylène! – always slipped the system.

»Okay!«, she breathed.

***