In some lonesome Valley 11

Though he loved playing the Master of Ceremony in humiliating Isabelle, Ahmed still was aware of reality and so, he realized that the petite redhead wasn`t quite behaving the way he expected. She obviously was scared, but she didn`t stare at Guylène kneeling in front of her, but instead, she seemed fascinated by something beside his shoulder.

»Really? She is trying to make me turn around, though Amir and Benoit are here, too?«

He looked aside and noticed the display of the camera. It was fixed on the wall so it could be seen by Guylène when she was sitting on the couch. Obviously, the Policewoman was still suffering for her dead companion whose legs protruded from behind the car.

»Benoit, I am afraid our latest guest is a little distracted. Besides, the Police car might attract an occasional passer-by. Would you mind removing it?«

The tall man nodded, put his gun in his belt and then rummaged through the pocket on Isabelle`s belt until he had found the key. On his way down, he cursed himself for not having thought of that by himself. His soldier`s instincts, usually his life insurance, had played a prank on him.

It had been obvious to get out of the line of fire when he had eliminated the man and he also had to get the girl upstairs, but then, he had acted like a soldier in a besieged fortress and not like the criminal he had become. On the battlefield, there was usually no need of letting evidence disappear and as long as the enemy could no longer attack, it didn`t matter whether he was dead or heavily wounded.

The lift had reached the ground floor and Benoit entered the garage that was designed for six cars, though currently it was only occupied by five: Ahmed`s Bentley, the Golf he had taken from the spying girls, the car the Asian had arrived by, Guylène`s Mercedes and a small Renault that obviously belonged to Aminata.

Benoit had to think of the Black who had somehow made an impression on him, not just now that she was lying naked to his feet, bound and gagged. But now, he had to concentrate. Drawing his gun, he carefully opened the side door.

There, a few yards away, was the Police car. Obviously, he had reached the range of the key, for now, the indicators flashed and a double beep could be heard. The sudden noise made Benoit twitch and then, he noticed another distraction: the man had just pulled his legs behind the car!

Benoit ducked behind the iron door and fired. The bullet ricocheted from the asphalt and then, from behind the car, he heard a man yell:

»Missed!«

His battle instincts took over and he oppressed the urge to empty his gun into the car. Instead, he quickly scanned the target and saw that the other man`s gun still was lying on the ground. In addition, there were a few yards without protection on both sides of the car: the guy was trapped!

»When I considered this becoming boring, I wasn`t actually complaining!«, Mike thought by himself. The sound of the winch had told him that the lift was coming down and so, he had been prepared that someone would come. Before, playing dead had been quite straining and he had cursed the sparrow that had picked on his toe on the foot where he had lost his shoe. But though he now had some action, the situation hadn`t improved.

Mike still had his bulletproof vest, but this time, the man would aim at his head or his legs. He guessed that he would need some second in either direction to find shelter and that would be enough for his enemy to hit him at least twice.

»All right, Mom told me it wouldn`t be easy!«

A part of him still hoped that Isabelle`s colleagues would put their doughnuts away and do their job, but obviously, arresting someone involved in kidnapping and human trafficking wasn`t on their top ten list.

He wondered why the man didn`t just approach and finish him off.

»He obviously thinks I have a second gun! Well, too bad I am travelling light today!«

When lying motionless, Mike had already thought of everything he carried in his pockets that could possibly help him: he had his pocket knife, his lighter, some zip ties (if he had had to immobilize Guylène, following his original plan), a pen and the keys of his car. Everything else, he had left in his backpack on the passenger seat.

»Well, McGuyver would build a bomb out of that and still had some items left!«

Mike quickly kicked off his other shoe; at least, he didn`t want to die because he was limping. Then, he suddenly had an idea. It was rather desperate, but after all, desperate situations acquired desperate solutions.

He took off his Kevlar vest and rolled it together; then, he filled the show with gravel and dust. With all his strength, he threw the vest into the direction opposite of where his car was parked.

»Nice try!«

Benoit had seen the movement and considered it the lame distraction attempt it was. But at the same time, Mike used his other arm to throw the shoe, too. He had aimed well and it hit the door frame, causing a small dust bowl.

BANG! BANG!

As Mike jumped off, Benoit quickly fired, but since he did a flying roll on the ground, the moment of distraction caused by his shoe bomb had been enough that he could reach cover. Mike jumped into the bushes and ran zigzag, but Benoit did not follow him. Instead, he rushed for the Police car. On his way there, he picked up Mike`s gun, wondering why the man had a revolver instead of an automatic like him.

He opened the garage door and drove the car inside before closing the entrance again. A man hunt would be a waste of time: the man had no weapon and not even shoes and even if he managed to inform the police immediately, they would need another hour to be at the chalet.

His eyes fell on the car`s dashboard and he smiled: of course, the car had access to the Police radio! Now, they would get first-hand information if the assault started!

***

Fascinated, Isabelle had watched what had happened on the parking lot. First, she had gasped from relief when she had seen Mike`s legs move. Then, there had been another shot and agonizing minutes of silence and waiting. Ahmed had stepped behind her and forced her to her knees, holding his gun to her neck, but he also seemed occupied by what had happened.

Then, there were the barely audible sounds of two more shots and then, she had seen Benoit get into her car and drive it into the garage. There had been no dead body and Isabelle`s heart had pounded from hope and relief, though her own situation hadn`t improved.

Little later, Benoit returned and reported:

»That sucker escaped, but we now have this!«

He held up her police radio.

»Now, we will hear when they start the assault! And as long as he is alone, he won`t be able to do very much!«

»D-do you r-really think we are b-broadcasting our missions via the r-radio?«

Isabelle`s voice sounded hoarse and she stammered, but she had to at least give it a try. The relief over Mike`s escape made her feel that she needed to do some more than just be the helpless damsel in distress. As the men looked at her, she continued:

»My colleagues would be rather dumb to announce an assault on a house like this via the radio where every random visitor of any Police station could overhear it! They will attack when you expect them the least and maybe, they are already on the roof! You better give up!«

Actually, she had no idea how her colleagues handled such situations, but Isabelle just hoped that her captors had neither. For a few seconds, the petite woman and the three men faced each other and then, suddenly, a female voice said:

»If only you knew someone who could help!«

It was Guylène. She still was kneeling on the carpet and though she was still naked, with disheveled hair and bound hand and foot, she no longer looked like the frightened and helpless woman she had been minutes before. Focusing Ahmed, she added:

»As you know, I have an informant at the Police at Grenoble. Of course, I cannot call him whenever I want, just asking for Mathieu. So, I have his private number for occasions like these – well, I didn`t have exactly that in mind when I organized the connection!«

She let her eyes wander over Isabelle kneeling beside her, the two naked, bound and gagged women on the couch and the equally naked and hogtied Aminata on the floor. Amir stood behind her, looking as if he was about to beat or at least handgag her, but Ahmed told her to keep on talking.

»The number is only in my mind and I can send him a message to inform me if there is another emergency call from Saint Martin. He won`t be able to delay another call and maybe, it won`t even be him who receives it, but he can inform me as soon as the SWAT team starts, which gives us some 30 Minutes to leave after he texted me.«

Though she was still kneeling, she suddenly looked like when Isabelle had seen her with the Mayor, demanding one of her wishes to be fulfilled. However, she was not sure what she intended.

»You know I could make you give me the number«, Ahmed said, but he sounded rather casual than threatening. Guylène smiled at him:

»You could and sooner or later, I would talk. But do you really have the time for that or would you prefer listening to my offer instead?«

Now, everybody was staring at Guylène who looked directly at Ahmed and said:

»Your plan was to take me with you and not only to get my money out of me, but also to have some fun. Well, how about more money and more fun?«

Isabelle frowned. This did not sound as if it would get anyone but Guylène to be set free. She looked for the window, but before she could even think of getting to her feet, she saw Benoit aim at her. Guylène now said:

»Since this is some kind of proposal, it is perhaps fitting that I am kneeling to your feet, Ahmed. How do you think about combining our wealth and influence? Together, we can weather that little inconvenience with the French Police and after a year or so, we will no longer look hungry at the billionaires` table, but sit among them! And to make this year more tolerable for you: if you don`t mind me taking the lead sometimes, we can share the bed as often as you can stand!«

Ahmed cleared his throat. Guylène had more or less challenged his manhood and he felt a tingle in his loins. He smiled and then, he ordered Amir to cut her ties. Guylène rubbed her wrists and staggered when she came to her feet, but she still remained calm as she said:

»Now, I will powder my nose, put on some clothes and of course text Mathieu. Would you please be so kind to free Aminata, too?«

Ahmed, who had regained a bit of his former self-control, said:

»No! You will send the message right here under my eyes and the black pearl will remain like she is. After all, I need a pawn to make sure you behave!«

Guylène looked pitifully at Aminata, but the Black just nodded slightly, seeing that her position had improved in the longer term, though until then she would remain naked and exposed and have to chew on a wad of used panties.

Both Cordelia and Janine exchanged anxious views. They had no idea which role they would play after that turn of events, but it sure would not be a pleasant one.

Wearing a short dress, Guylène returned little later; Cordelia could see she had also refreshed her makeup. Ahmed quickly controlled her cell phone if she had sent any messages when she had been alone and then, he watched her write a short text to her informant. Then, Guylène clapped her hands and said:

»Well then, Mathieu will send us a warning! Now, we should get busy packing! But before-«

She stopped, even putting her index fingers to her lips as she prolonged the dramatic pause. Then, she pointed at Isabelle who still was kneeling on the floor.

»Before, we should finish the game you guys have started. If you don`t insist on me using my teeth, it will be my pleasure to assist in stripping Capitaine Marceau!«

***

The adrenaline in his body took care that Mike had jumped into his car and driven off some half a mile before he noticed that the man had hit him. It was just grazing shots, one at his calf, the other one at his back. Both wounds didn`t hurt much, but he had to take care of them provisionally and so, he stopped shortly after he had left the road and used his car`s first aid kit to bandage himself, securing the gauze with some duct tape.

»A little bit like ›The Crow‹«, he thought as he admired himself in the car mirror. He then put on fresh clothes, took his reserve gun and whilst he climbed up the rock, he checked how his wounds felt. He guessed that he would heal completely, save for two decorative scars, but currently, he would be slightly handicapped.

»Well, I am only planning to abseil a rock and then taking on two or three armed men. After that, I will just relax by the pool!«

***

 Isabelle tried to argue with Guylène, but the other woman just interrupted her:

»Do you think I am a fool, Capitaine? Do you think I didn`t know you came here to arrest me? So, whatever the future will bring, I will have to leave France, at least for a while. Your only choice is – do you want to read about my escape in the papers or do you want to die here and now?«

She didn`t wait for Isabelle’s answer, but just continued:

»Now, do as I say, or your colleagues will be able to admire how the color of your hair matches that of your brain!«

She stepped beside Isabelle who was one inch taller than Guylène, but since the owner of the chalet had put on some pumps, they were of the same height.

»Stay on your knees, but raise your arms!«

Isabelle obeyed. When Guylène pulled her top over her head, she remembered how just an hour before, Mike had done the same to her and she had to bite her tongue not to sob. Guylène threw the top away and then made Isabelle stand up. To her audience, she said:

»When our Capitaine with the«, she let her eyes wander over the redhead`s plain, modest white bra, »well, let`s say conservative choice in underwear came to this village, I once talked about her with the Mayor and he even handed me some information about your – interesting past!«

Isabelle looked at Guylène, puzzled. What was she talking about? She had once or twice been fined for driving too fast, but that hardly could be called a criminal record. Guylène pointed at her and announced:

»At the Lyceum, she did ballet and artistic gymnastics. Who wants to see whether Capitaine nun`s bra still is as supple as she used to be?«

Ahmed and Amir raised their hands, grinning wolfishly, whilst Benoit just shrugged. Guylène now said towards Isabelle:

»Now, I want you to do a handstand. Don`t worry, I will assist you!«

Isabelle had no idea how this game would end, but with three guns against her, she raised her hands and then, she performed a handstand her former teacher would have cringed about, but at least, she managed to remain standing. As promised, Guylène held her ankles. Then, however, her fingers slowly brushed down – or rather up – her pantyhose-clad legs. Guylène wandered all the way to the waistband of her pantyhose and then, she ordered:

»And now, a roll forward!«

Guylène pulled on the pantyhose and at the same time, she pushed against Isabelle`s belly with her knee. The Policewoman had no other chance than to roll forward – and the pantyhose remained in Guylène`s hands. Isabelle now had only her bra and panties left.

»You know, once the Mayor and I started talking about you, we got a little carried away. Would you believe it, the old man even speculated about your bra size!«

Guylène went to Isabelle and grabbed the straps of her bra, forcing her to get up again. Then, playing with the clasps, she said:

»He said that you are a 32B and only your slim ribcage make your boobs seem bigger, but I insisted you are a true 32C!«

Isabelle now felt the eyes of everyone, including the captives, on her breasts. She felt her cheeks burn and just shook her head, but Guylène continued:

»It`s your choice – tell the truth, loudly and clearly, and no one will lay his hands on your panties. Refuse to talk or lie and I will strip you with my knife!«

Isabelle shuddered at these options, but she knew that any resistance would only make things worse. And since she already felt more than underdressed, she at least wanted to keep her panties.

»I-I am a 32C!«, she croaked. Guylène clapped her hands.

»I knew it!«

She quickly unclasped the bra and looked at the label.

»A true 32C, slender and petite, but also ample and voluptuous!«

She pulled on the bra with such ferocity that Isabelle involuntarily spun around her own and had to stagger to keep balance. Then, she covered her naked breasts with her arms. Guylène now said:

»Please, excuse me for a minute!«

The three men kept staring at the near naked Isabelle who tried to cover as much of her body as she could, desperately hoping that the SWAT team would announce its arrival and short-cut her ordeal. However, Guylène now returned, carrying two strange leather things, one white and one pink.

»These are the armbinders Handful and Titsabobbing were wearing when they arrived here – and I think they are just right for keeping our busty Capitaine from hiding her assets!«

She handed the white armbinder to Benoit who stepped behind Isabelle and grabbed her wrists. The Policewoman gasped and blushed even deeper as her breasts were exposed.

Benoit forced her arms into the leather glove that reached up to the middle of Isabelle`s upper arms. Then, he slung the two straps attached to the upper end over her shoulders, crossed them between her breasts and brought them back under her armpits before pulling the straps tight and buckling them to the armbinder. Then, he slowly, but thoroughly began to tighten the laces.

Isabelle ached and when her shoulders were forced backwards more and more as her arms were brought closer and closer together, she also realized how the position forced her to thrust out her boobs.

»P-please, no!«

But Benoit just pulled until her elbows not only met, but were crushed together. Only then did he tie off the laces before he fixed another strap around her waist, pulling her arms to her back. Isabelle tried to move, but quickly found out that not only her arms were immobile, but also her fingers that were trapped inside the stiff leather mitten.

»I am sure if the Mayor could see you now, he would say you are a 32D!«

She cupped Isabelle`s breasts and the redhead squirmed in Benoit`s grip and pleaded. Then, she kicked Guylène who landed on the couch, right on Cordelia`s lap. She was rather surprised than hurt and said:

»Once you are gagged properly, you will regret that!«

Guylène got up and bent to the floor where her discarded gag still was lying. She shook out the still damp panties and thong and then, she also picked the pair of her own panties from Cordelia`s head where they had still been partially hooding her.

»Any last words, Capitaine Marceau?«

Benoit forced Isabelle to her knees and grabbed her scalp, forcing her head backwards. She ached, but Guylène just brushed over her face with one of the still damp panties.

»First, one of mine. Pure silk, worn during a long hot day!«

Isabelle tried to clench her teeth but Guylène clamped her nose with her free hand. When she had to gasp for air, Guylène forced the damp fabric between her teeth and worked the silk wad into her mouth. Isabelle retched as she tasted the foul garment. Guylène belt to her ear and whispered:

»You may not notice it since they are soaked with my saliva, but I was also quite aroused when I wore them!«

»Gglllllgg! Nnngggg!«

Guylène giggled and then forced the thong into her mouth as well, cramming both garments deep into her mouth. Unbeknownst to Isabelle, the yellow thong had been worn by Katja and then by Nancy before Linh had been gagged with it. Then, after she had worn them briefly, the Asian had used them to gag Guylène. Now, Capitaine Isabelle Marceau was the fifth possessor of these panties.

»Uuhhmmmph! Nnngggg!«

»For such an impertinent girl, you have a rather small mouth!«

No matter how she fought, Guylène could not cram more cloth into Isabelle´s mouth.

»Ahmed, your tie!«

As if he was her footman, Prince Ahmed took off his necktie and handed it to Guylène who pulled it tightly between Isabelle`s lips and then tied an overhand knot at her nape. Three times, she tightened the knot, ignoring the redhead´s panting and groaning; then, she finally tied it off. The silk band cut into the corners of Isabelle`s mouth and yet, Guylène wasn`t finished.

»That was just for padding«, she purred and then tied a zip tie between her lips, just above the tie. Then, Guylène left it to Benoit to force the girl to close her jaws the little she could before wrapping some 20 rounds of duct tape in front of her mouth and around her head. Still not satisfied, he completed the gag with another ten rounds of white vet wrap band.

»Not so cheeky now, Capitaine?«, Guylène chirped as she now plucked the hair pins from Isabelle and removed the hair tie. By brushing through her hair, she took care that her red curls fell onto her shoulders. Then, after she had watched the redhead´s heaving bust and her helpless mewing for some time, she asked:

»Benoit, you are a very strong man, aren`t you?«

The big man shrugged, smiling a bit abashed, and Ahmed said:

»He was arm wrestling champion in his Regiment!«

Guylène went on her toes and stretched so she could whisper something into Benoit`s ear. He grinned and nodded, looking down at Isabelle who tried to shy back, but he just forced her to remain on her knees.

»As I promised to you, no one will put his hands on your panties!«

Benoit stepped in front of Isabelle and put his hands on her shoulders. Then, he bent down to her lap.

»Uuuhmmph! Mhhmmmph!«

Isabelle screamed into her massive gag as the man grabbed the waistband of her panties with her teeth. Then, he put his hands on his back – and stood up.

»Mmhrrrrmmmm! Hhmmmmmm! Uuhhmmmm!«

When he had fully risen, Isabelle had lost contact to the floor and was dangling from her panties. She squirmed and flailed helplessly with her unbound legs and screamed into her gag as the cotton was pulled deeper and deeper between her legs. Benoit just waited, letting Isabelle struggle and moan, until she felt that her own underwear was splitting her in two.

Finally, the seams tore and whilst the torn panties hung from Benoit`s gritted teeth, Isabelle landed on her butt on the carpeted floor. She still panted heavily, trying to cope with the painful assault on her middle, when Benoit who had put the panties aside tied her ankles with a zip tie he tied snug, but not too tight. Then, he pulled her to her feet and slightly pressed her down, so she had to stand bow-legged.

»That was a funny ride, wasn`t it?«

»Uuuhmmmm!«

Isabelle cringed as Guylène pushed her hand between her legs and cupped her pubic mound. She massaged her soft flesh and asked mockingly:

»Did it hurt, Capitaine? Just consider it foreplay for what comes next!«

She pushed her hand deeper and grabbed the strap that dangled from Isabelle´s encased fingertips. This strap, she pulled snug, finding it ended two inches below her waist strap.

»Too short!«

Guylène parted Isabelle´s buttocks and pulled on the strap that now just touched the buckle of the waist strap. The girl mewed and tried to squirm, but Benoit just tightened his grip. Guylène now examined her pubic hair, plucking one of them.

»A natural redhead.«

She playfully brushed over Isabelle`s nose with the hair before dropping it. The girl just looked at her with a mixture of horror and hatred, panting through her nose. Guylène now once again reached between her legs with her free hand; this time, she parted her labia and pushed the strap between her legs.

»Ooouuhhmmmmmph! Mhhrrrrrrmmmmmm!«

Isabelle wailed and reared up as the other woman now pulled and managed to get the strap into the buckle. The line of fire was more than anything she had endured before and though Benoit also had tied a zip tie between her legs, this was nothing in comparison. She had then felt as if it had been hell, but now, it was as if Satan himself was bowing towards Guylène.

Tears ran down her eyes as the strap not only pulled between her labia, but also squeezed her clit and every move, even the slightest, even just breathing made things even worse.

Benoit let her go when Guylène had fastened the strap and the girl collapsed on the carpet – only to throw herself around when she realized that bending her legs meant the difference between hell and a white fire of pure agony. Groaning, wincing and panting, Isabelle frantically squirmed on the floor, trying to find a tolerable position.

»Sooner or later, she will find out that the only option is not to move at all«, Guylène told the horrified other captives. Especially Janine and Cordelia who had both experienced similar crotch ropes before felt pity – and sheer atavistic fear of what Guylène would have in her evil mind for them!

»Just try not even to breathe, Capitaine!«, Guylène told the writhing and mewing girl, »After an hour or so, it will turn into a rather dull pain and only burn like hellfire if you are trying to move!«

She went to Ahmed who had opened his shirt and looked at her as if he had shot at a mouse and hit a tiger.

»What do you say, Your Highness: won`t it be more interesting to have me as your companion than your toy?«

The Qatari just croaked, but responded to Guylène`s kiss. As she turned away from him, Cordelia could see that the French not only had reddened cheeks, but that her nipples were piercing through her dress, though this time, she was wearing a bra.

»Ah, lust and pain, combined with power and money!«

She looked at her watch and said:

»Now, it seems that her«, she pointed at Isabelle who was now lying on her side with her trapped arms slightly resting on the floor. She was clad with sweat and she was trying to gasp for air whilst not moving around in the progress, »cowardly companion has not only run away, but not even called her colleagues. So, we have one hour to leave! I think the cars are prepared?«

There was nothing indicating that just some hour ago, Guylène would have been one of the girls now about to be stowed. Benoit just nodded whilst it seemed that both Ahmed and Amir had to shake themselves awake from a strange, but exciting nightmare. Looking at the captives, Benoit then mentioned:

»We have one small problem: the space in the trunk, where the reserve wheel has been, would have been perfect for the Asian, but the others are too tall, I am afraid. Shall I put in the Policewoman instead?«

Isabelle whimpered faintly, but Guylène shook her head.

»No. We will leave Capitaine Marceau behind. I know she`s a beauty, but since I have to leave my beloved chalet, I want to leave a little surprise for her colleagues!«

She bent down to Isabelle and whispered:

»As I said, I am not intending to kill you. So, let`s say I will put your fate in the hands of God – or I should better say, into the hands of your skillful colleagues!«

***