In some lonesome Valley 10

»I know that this isn`t easy for you, Belle«, Mike said, still holding her hand. Then, his trademark roguish smile came back and he got up, pulling her with him by her hand.

»And speaking of things you may feel reluctant about-«

He led her back to the upper floor, into her sleeping room. Isabelle felt that he now held her hand as if they were a couple going for a walk and for a moment, she feared that he wanted to seduce her now. A small voice deep inside her rather anticipated the idea.

However, he just pointed at the still open cupboard door where her uniform was hanging.

»To be convincing, you must look as official as possible!«

Isabelle sighed. She only wore her uniform on rare occasions, usually when she met with the mayor and other officials. There was nothing wrong with the uniform, except that it was made for representation and not for active duty. So, it had a knee-length pencil skirt and the shirt was cut in a way that did not hide her forms like a sweater did. She tried to hide her discomfiture and looked up to Mike, cocking her head.

»Isn`t your real intention that you have just a fetish for girls in uniforms?«

Mike brought her hand to his lips and she felt the soft blow of air when his kiss just didn`t touch her knuckles.

»Since you already know about my other fetish involving female garments, I thought you could easily cope with that one!«

The reminder of Mike having taken her panties three times made her blush and she lowered her head, but though he only held her hand loosely, she didn`t pull back.

»Rot in hell!«

Mike just reached for the hanger and handed her the uniform. Isabelle wanted to go for the bathroom to change clothes, but Mike leaned against the door, blocking her way.

»Come on, we don`t have the time and I sure won`t put up a strip show for you!«

She tried to push him aside, but Mike didn`t move. Suddenly angry, Isabelle shouted:

»Why are all your thoughts revolving around how to humiliate me?«

»Oh, forgive me for seeing you as a total work of art instead of reducing you to your intellect and abilities!«, Mike barked back.

The remark caught Isabelle off-guard. She gasped and then, she involuntarily smiled.

»You`re an idiot!«

»Guilty!«

He smiled and wanted to reach for her, but Isabelle stepped back. Holding the uniform defensively in front of her, she asked:

»So, you won`t let me out?«

Mike shook his head and Isabelle cursed herself that her voice sounded so hoarse. She cleared her throat before she continued:

»And I guess you will also not show the courtesy of turning around?«

It was rather a statement than a question. Isabelle turned her back towards Mike and began to unbuckle her belt. Mike said nothing, but she could almost feel his eyes on her as she shimmied the jeans down her legs and stepped out of it.

She wondered whether he liked what he saw. Most certainly, he did. Isabelle was shy about her looks, but she didn`t consider herself ugly. She wasn`t fishing for compliments; it was just that she felt uneasy when it came to compliments or a man looking at her.

Isabelle wasn`t totally repulsed by men and there had been two relationships in her past, but she just had difficulties in opening up to them, though both relationships had been consummated and this had not been a traumatizing or even disappointing experience.

And yet, the idea that just now Mike was admiring the back of her legs and perhaps hoped that her sweater would slip up, revealing her butt made her feel bashful, but not in an inconvenient way. She tugged on the hem of her top so it would not slide up together with her pullover when she would take that off next.

She had just pulled the pullover over her head when she felt Mike`s hands on her sides, just below the armpits. For a moment, she stiffened, but then, she just raised her arms and allowed him to take the garment off. He carefully draped the pullover on her bed and brushed over the brooch on it. Looking at her, he asked:

»Was it a present of your mother? It really matches your eyes.«

Isabelle nodded. He stood opposite to her and though he looked into her eyes, she knew that he also noticed that her top did little in concealing her white panties. However, she oppressed the urge to cover her front with her arms. Now, he came closer and said:

»Unfortunately, the top doesn`t match the uniform and it might show off under the shirt.«

He reached for the hem of her top and Isabelle let out a fluttering breath. She was very aware of both his close presence and her state of undress, but when he slowly pulled up the top, she again raised her arms. When he had removed the top, he took her hands in his, looking down on her. Mike wasn`t that tall, perhaps 5`8`` compared to her 5`3``, but the fact that he was wearing shoes gave him an additional inch. He held her so she couldn`t shy back and he stood so close that her bra-clad breasts touched his chest. The touch wasn`t unpleasant, though Isabelle was a bit ashamed about her ample breasts and always wore full cup bras in a plain style. Mike placed a kiss on her forehead; then, he gently pushed her away, let his eyes wander over her scantily clad body and said with his trademark smile:

»Perhaps, you should go like that!«

He let her go and Isabelle quickly turned for her drawer so he couldn`t see her reddening cheeks. She chose a white top with lace trimming and put it on when she heard his voice again:

»Nude?«

She gasped and Mike chuckled.

»Okay, I would have chosen black, too!«

Only now, the girl realized that he had been referring to her pantyhose. He tossed her a black pair and she put it on, knowing what show she offered as she did so in little more than her bra and panties. Mike looked at her and nodded approvingly. Then, he said:

»Okay, I am sure you can put on the uniform without my help. I am waiting downstairs, just don`t take too long!«

Isabelle slammed the door behind him, but before she turned towards her uniform, she let out a deep sigh.

***

Ahmed had changed into his usual clothes and when he returned, he saw that Benoit and Amir had followed his orders and brought all captives to the living room. The two men had tied each girl in the same simple, but effective way, by fixing their wrists behind their backs with a zip tie and their ankles with another. They had not bothered removing the gag of any captive, nor to change their current state of nudity when they had placed them side by side on one of the couches.

On the right side, Janine was sitting. Benoit had taken a wet rag and quickly washed over her middle, but she still was gagged with two of Guylène`s panties, kept inside her mouth by several strips of translucent duct tape. Janine sported a white garter belt with matching stockings and bootees and the way these garments framed her shaved pubic mound made her feel even more naked and vulnerable than if she had been stark naked.

Beside her, Cordelia was little better off. The men had taken the shirt from her, leaving her with just a pair of black, but transparent pantyhose that did little to keep anything hidden. Amir had removed the pantyhose from her head, but left the panties over her head.

The owner of these sat left to her, shifting uncomfortably on her seat. Not only was Guylène completely nude, but the two men had not taken care of her sore buttocks and forced her to sit down nevertheless. She was panting heavily through her nose, still not used to being gagged with another woman`s panties, held inside by one of her own pantyhose, tightly tied at her nape.

On the floor in front of them, Aminata was still lying, hogtied and naked as Nancy had left her, though Amir had turned her on her back so he could look at her breasts and loins whilst the Black fumed through the two pairs of panties she had to chew on. Benoit had considered removing the zip tie that completed her gag by tape, but so far, there had been more important things for him to do.

»Now, that changes quite a lot«, Ahmed said, »though some things remain the same: we still have four girls to accompany us on our way home!«

The four damsels stared at him and especially Guylène was fuming through her gag. Ahmed laughed.

»Oh, yes, you and your Lady`s maid will also come with us. Not only do you owe me for the two blondes that escaped – you will agree that getting them without having to sign the treaty with you is a good deal!«

»Mmhrrrmmmm!«

Ahmed bent over her, cupping her breasts. Guylène whimpered as he pressed her deeper into the seat and began to fondle her.

»And the deal will get even better once I have persuaded you to give me access to all your bank accounts!«

He got up and ordered:

»She will travel with me, in the back of the car! Amir!«

He waved the chauffeur towards him and whispered something into his ear. Neither of the captives liked the way he grinned.

Amir now bent down to Guylène and simply put the petite French over his shoulder, patting her reddened buttocks. At that very second, the telephone rang.

***

Isabelle`s heart was still beating faster as she was driving towards the chalet. When she had put on her uniform and finished herself, she had put on her rarely used high heels that fit the uniform. Mike had watched her walking down the stairs and she had felt lucky that despite the fact she preferred sneakers, she could walk in high heels without looking clumsy. In fact, Mike seemed to have liked the way her hips swayed and to her surprise, she had not felt as awkward as usual under his gaze.

Mike had looked at the tight bun the uniform required and sighed theatrically.

»Those beautiful red curls, restrained and imprisoned!«

»If anyone needs to be restrained, it is you!«, she had replied, but when he had brushed over her exposed nape, she had felt a pleasant shudder. Mike had stepped opposite her and put his hands on her shoulders. Again, he showed a serious expression.

»Just for three things, Belle. First: Don`t let them lure you inside the house! Insist on Guylène coming outside!«

Isabelle nodded. They had talked about this before: she should ring at the chalet and tell Guylène that she had been assaulted by an unknown man and wanted to know that she was well. In addition, she needed her to come down to answer a few questions at the Police Office. It would not take her more than an hour, but it was necessary that she would come personally for Isabelle also wanted her to look at a few mug shots.

If Guylène refused to come at all, Isabelle would threaten her with herself being suspicious because the fictional neighbor that had freed Isabelle insisted he had seen a white Porsche like the one Guylène was driving.

»I am quite sure that the man who attacked you didn`t use Guylène`s car – but it will convince her you are not really suspecting her.«

The reason for that was to get Guylène out of her bunker. Once she had set her foot on the parking lot, Mike would attack and grab her.

»Just throw yourself to the ground once you hear me shoot in the air! I will be gone in a minute and then, you turn on the siren and wait for your colleagues!«

He had looked at the clock that showed it was just half past six. Isabelle would leave at seven o`clock and inform her colleagues on her way to the chalet. Since Grenoble was some 15 Kilometers away, the Police squad would need somewhere between 45 and 60 minutes to be there. Isabelle would then drive slowly and try to be at the chalet at 7:30.

»It leaves me a window of a few minutes before the cavalry arrives. If you hear the sirens before I am able to grab her – well, then, I have to live with the consolation prize that Guylène only gets arrested and will only get a small portion of what she deserves. Now, for point two: under no circumstances, get yourself into danger! Don`t try anything heroic, just wait for the assault command!«

»Okay, okay, I will just be the weak girl that hides behind her car and waits for the strong men to save the day!«

However, her concern for her well-being had also touched her. Mike now smiled again and said:

»Third and last point: except for the bun, you look beautiful!«

He had kissed her lips and left the house immediately after for he needed some time to prepare his assault. Isabelle had looked at the closed door before she had forced herself to concentrate on her duty.

She had left three minutes before seven o`clock and managed to make a proper emergency call. Then, on her way to the chalet, she had been thinking about Mike. She knew that she was assisting in him kidnapping Guylène and that she was also blurring the investigation. But at the same time, she only had to think of his lips on hers or his finger brushing over her neck (or his hand on her breast, for what that mattered) to literally feel the touch.

»Bloody hell, what is this? Stockholm Syndrome?«

She had to open the car`s window to cool her burning cheeks. For some minutes, she waited at a corner just out of sight from the chalet`s cameras. Then, when her clock showed 7:28, she drove on the parking lot. Quickly, she checked her looks in the mirror, smoothed down her skirt and got out of the car.

***

»O-okay, thank you, Mathieu! I-I owe you!«

Guylène wasn`t sure whether the man had noticed her inner tension or her trembling voice. However, under the current conditions, this had been the best performance she had been able to do on the phone.

After the first ring, Amir had placed her back on her feet immediately, slinging some tresses of her hair around his left to pull back her head painfully. Ahmed had fetched the phone that rang a second time and ripped the gag from her mouth.

»Who is it?«, he demanded to know, holding the display to her eyes. Guylène had been panting and trying to answer when she suddenly felt something push between her legs. With horror, she realized it was the barrel of Amir`s gun, aiming at her pussy.

»P-P-Police!«, she stammered, followed by a shriek of pain as Amir tightened the grip on her hair and pushed the gun against her pubic mound. Ahmed held the phone to her ear and pressed his gun under her chin.

»One false word and you`ll regret!«

Whilst Benoit aimed at the other damsels to make clear that the thread was meant for them, too, Ahmed answered the call and Guylène managed to say her name.

»Madame Delacroix, this is Mathieu!«

There was no further explanation, but Guylène knew who the man was: Mathieu was her informant at the Police Central at Grenoble and he informed her that he had just received an emergency call from his colleague at Saint-Martin-dans-les Alps. She had just ordered a swat team to the chalet, because of the urgent suspicion of kidnapping and human trafficking.

»Luckily, it was me who took Capitaine Marceau`s call! So, I could change the time in the system, delaying the swat team`s start for three hours! That`s all I could do for you, Madame Delacroix!«

Ahmed, who of course had listened to the call, put down the phone and grinned.

»So, you are really a well-connected woman, Guylène! Maybe, you will become my favorite!«

»Ahmed, please, I muaaauuhhmmph!«

On a gesture of Ahmed, Amir clamped her mouth shut. Ahmed looked at the other captives and said:

»So, it seems we have three more hours – more than enough to take care of you all!«

Suddenly, Benoit jumped forward, heading towards the lift. Ahmed wanted to ask him what the matter was when his eye fell on the display of the camera that observed the parking lot. A car had just stopped there – a Police car. Just now, a woman in a blue uniform left the car, approaching the intercom. Apparently, she was alone.

***

Mike could not help admiring Isabelle`s butt in the tight skirt as she approached the door, but he forced himself to concentrate. He had changed his plan slightly and had parked his car behind the next curve, some 100 yards away. He had left the trunk open and then, he had climbed up the hill and then sneaked through the bushes to get close to the parking lot without being seen by the camera. Then, he had waited for Isabelle`s car.

His plan was simple: once the small door opened and Guylène would step out, he would jump from his cover, fire into the air and grab her. He was a skilled Martial Artist and knew that he should be able to knock Guylène out. Then, all he had to do was put her over his shoulder and run for his car. The plan lacked any elegance, but sometimes, the crowbar beat the picklock.

Some 20 yards away, Isabelle now pressed the bell button. The side door flew open immediately and before the Policewoman could react, a strong arm had grabbed her and pulled her inside.

Mike had jumped from his cover the very moment the door had opened and rushed for the entrance.

Two rounds from Benoit`s gun hit him directly in the chest. Then, the door was slammed shut again.

***

As soon as she had recovered from the initial shock, Isabelle fought, but the man was no amateur. He held her in a tight chokehold so she could hardly breathe and once he had taken her own gun from her, he pressed the barrel into her side. He had dragged her inside the lift and now, they had reached the chalet.

The man pulled her along a small corridor and then pushed her forward so she landed on the floor. Isabelle quickly came to her hands and knees when she realized she was not alone.

Just beside her, a tall black woman was lying. She was stark naked and had her wrists and ankles tied behind her back, hogtying her. The woman panted through some colored stuffing in her mouth, held in place by a tight zip tie.

Isabelle heard some moaning and now, she saw two more women sitting side by side on the couch. Both were bound and gagged, too, and also more or less naked. A brunette was sporting a garter belt, stockings and bootees, but no panties and nothing else whilst her companion was wearing black pantyhose, but also no panties. Isabelle had seen none of these women before.

»Now, what have we got here? Did your colleagues send a vanguard?«

The man looked Southern, probably an Arab. He was wearing dress pants and a white shirt and Isabelle now remembered him from her short observation of the parking lot. Beside him stood another man, handgagging another woman. She was naked, too, and Isabelle recognized her as Guylène. Something must have gone very different from the way she and Mike had expected!

Mike! Where was he? She had heard the bulky man fire two shots, but had not seen what had happened before the door had been slammed shut.

»You are a little early, Capitaine Marceau! Your colleagues from Grenoble won`t be here before some three hours!«

Isabelle`s eyes widened. Not only did the man know who she was, but he also held information about the planned assault. She tried to get up, but the man stopped her, pointing at her with his gun.

»I thought Benoit has left you nicely packed at your home! Are you a female Houdini, Capitaine Marceau?«

Isabelle`s heart pounded, but she forced herself to remain calm.

»Please, my colleagues will be here any minute! If you give up now, you-«

»Ah, come on! Even if that were true, do you think they would believe for a second that we are just having a little SM party? No, not even a fool would fall for that! And thus, we have to follow our original plan. Benoit, what about her comrade?«

The ex-soldier looked at the display of the camera. The shots at blank distance had blown the man over the engine hood of the Police car, but he could see his legs protruding from behind it.

»He`s not moving. Do you want me to check he`s dead?«

»Nah! If he`s still alive, we can see him moving from here and react to it. All we have to do is to have an eye on the display!«

Isabelle shuddered. Mike was dead? She came to her feet and stared at the display. All she could see was his legs, one foot lacking the shoe that was lying some half a meter apart.

»Murderers!«, she uttered, »bloody, damn murderers!«

»We do whatever we have to do«, Ahmed replied with a cold smile. Then, again aiming at Isabelle, he added:

»Now, if you don`t want to visit your comrade in what you infidels call heaven, you better do exactly as I say!«

***

»Sometimes, the sledgehammer beats the crowbar!«

Mike hurt, but he forced himself not to move. The shots and the landing on the asphalt had driven the air out of his lungs and he also had a bruise at the back of his head. The Kevlar vest was state of the art and not only protected the wearer, but also had several packs with fake blood in it, so even a professional shooter would think that he had hit his target if he didn`t check out.

»I wonder why nobody comes to make sure I am dead!«

He took a breath so deep he thought he could risk without causing his shadow to move. When Mike had stormed towards the door, he had held his gun in his hand and now, it was lying some two yards away. So, if the man came out to see if he had hit him properly, all Mike had to defend himself was his bare hands.

»Luckily, he didn`t use an assault rifle!«

He oppressed an ache for he wasn`t sure if the camera also noticed sounds. His chest hurt and he felt an urge to rip away the tight vest. Mike knew that the Kevlar had saved his life, but that he sure had a rib bruise. Nothing dangerous, but quite bothersome.

Slowly, very slowly, Mike turned his head so he could look at the garage door. Since he was lying beside the car, he could only see the lowest part, but at least, he would be warned if it opened. Until then, he would wait, pretending he was dead, for if he moved, they would see it and he would lack the element of surprise.

»Now, it seems the cavalry will not only save Belle, but me!«

He knew that any minute, he should hear the sirens of the approaching Police cars. In his eyes, he had failed, but at least, Isabelle`s ordeal would be over soon.

***

Seven pairs of eyes were looking at Isabelle, though Aminata had to arch her head back and saw her upside down. Benoit had stepped behind the couch and stood between the two captives, his gun brushing over Janine`s temple. Amir still had his hand clamped over Guylène`s mouth whilst with his other hand, he pressed his gun barrel against her pubic mound. Leaning against the wall, Ahmed was looking at her, too, his gun loosely in his right.

»I hope that you are not making any wrong assumptions about your current situation, Capitaine Marceau! It`s just ›obey or die‹!«

Isabelle did her best to remain calm. However, with every passing minute in which she didn`t hear Police sirens, she more and more accepted that obviously, the gangsters were right about the assault team coming hours later. She also could see the camera display: Mike hadn`t moved and now, she could see a small bird sit on his foot, picking on his big toe.

»Now, do exactly as I say – or I will shoot your kneecaps!«

Ahmed smiled, but it was a cold smile that didn`t reach his eyes. Beside him, Amir grinned and continued to molest Guylène with the barrel, causing her to whimper. Benoit was the only one who didn`t seem gleeful, but Isabelle knew that the man who had attacked and trussed up her some hours before would show no mercy. She was helpless.

»Remove your belt and step out of your shoes!«

Isabelle quickly followed the order. However, when she looked at the other captives, she knew that this would hardly be the end.

»Now, the shirt! Do it slowly!«

Button after button, she undid, all the time hoping for the sound of an approaching Police car or the arrival of her colleagues, armed with rifles. But nobody interrupted her as she opened her shirt, pulled it from her shirt and slipped out of it.

»Hm, you seem to keep the promise the blouse gave: slim and petite, but with nice big boobs!«

Isabelle could not help blushing and she wanted to cross her arms defensively in front of her chest, but Ahmed now ordered her to remove the skirt.

»Just open the zipper and then, put your hands behind your head and work it down by wriggling your hips!«

Isabelle wanted to protest, but Benoit now held his gun to Cordelia`s temple, causing her to gasp. Perhaps, Guylène was an evil woman who got what she deserved, but she was almost sure that the two women on the couch were innocent. She wondered where Katja and Nancy were, but she didn`t want to ask: if they were dead or helplessly trussed up somewhere in the house, she didn`t want to know now that she couldn`t help them anyway. And if they had escaped, she didn`t want them to remind of the fugitives.

»Now, right or left knee – or will you start moving now?«

With no other choice, she began to wriggle her hips. The skirt was tight and despite her slender figure, Isabelle had well rounded hips and so, she had to do an intensive dance on the spot that not only made her boobs bounce, but also forced her to thrust her pelvis back and forth. Isabelle blushed from embarrassment and was almost relieved when the skirt finally slid down her legs, though now, her white panties were clearly visible underneath the black pantyhose.

»Aw, the body of Venus, the moves of a belly dancer, but the underwear of a nun!«, Ahmed commented on her plain white panties and Isabelle could not help blushing even deeper. The Arab now said:

»You may be pleased to hear that you won`t have to take off any more clothes!«

Isabelle let out a sigh of relief, but then, she saw the sardonic grin on the man`s face. He said something in Arabic towards Amir and he took the hand from Guylène`s mouth, but only to grab her neck and to force her on her knees. The naked brunette ached, but fell silent when the man pushed the barrel into her mouth.

For some minute that seemed like an hour, Isabelle and the other captives were forced to watch as Amir made Guylène do an unwilling fellatio to his gun, gagging and drooling in the progress. Then, Amir withdrew and Ahmed said towards Isabelle:

»As you have seen, Guylène has got a big and flexible mouth. So, as promised, you won`t have to continue stripping. Instead, Guylène will strip you – with her teeth!«

***

»Oh no, that`s Isabelle!«

Nancy grabbed Katja`s arm to pull her back for she had been about to leave the cover the bush offered. However, she now also looked inside the house and saw a petite red-headed woman that was only partially clad.

»The Policewoman who tried to help me!«, Katja whispered her explanation. »I thought that the man who abducted me left her behind, but now, she`s here, too! Oh my God, Nancy, we must do something!«

Nancy pulled Katja closer to her and put her arm around her. The girl was trembling, not only from the chilly air, but also from the helplessness whilst watching how the woman she had befriended with got humiliated. However, there was little they could actually do. There were three men inside, all armed, whilst they were naked except for Nancy`s damp panties and would be no match for these thugs, even if they managed to reach the door before they got detected.

»Katja, Dear, I know how you must feel. But we gain nothing if they catch us, too. For now, all we can do is wait!«

Nancy tried to sound assuring, but she had not the slightest clue what they were actually waiting for.

***