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Now, Ahmed decided that he had given away too much of his power and wanted to remind Guylène that he also had some say in the matter:

»Benoit, since you are driving the Golf anyway, you will take the black pearl with you. Get her to – Point Beta and wait for further instructions!«

Guylène found this hilarious. In an exaggerating way, she mocked:

»Uuhhh, Point Beta! But don`t forget to miss Alpha Zero, beware of the KGB and under no circumstances, you Foxtrot Unicorn Charlie Kilo the whole mission up!«

Benoit just bent down to Aminata.

»Let`s go, Amy!«

The trussed up Black frowned. Being a proud and strong woman, she found the nickname »Amy« a bit diminutive, but it sure was better than being called »black pearl«. Benoit pushed his arms under the hogtied woman and seemed to have no difficulties in cradling her in his arms. The 6` girl almost seemed small in comparison.

When they went down to the garage via the lift, he looked down on her and though he definitely focused on her ample boobs, Aminata felt a little better than she had in the living room. Benoit sure was no choirboy, but he was the least despicable of the three men. Aminata knew it would be hypocritical to criticize someone for being involved in human trafficking, but she presumed that Ahmed also was slightly racist and would always consider her no more than a Lady`s maid. And Amir was someone who only felt strong if others were weaker than him. So, perhaps, this Point Beta would not be the worst thing in life.

In the garage, Benoit placed her on the floor and she noticed that he not just dumped her, but carefully lowered her down. However, when she saw the items he collected from the shelves, she knew that he would not take things easy.

Since Guylène wasn`t very skilled in manual work and also didn`t like to have repairmen at the chalet if she could avoid it, Aminata usually did such works and so, the garage also held a very well equipped workshop.

Benoit trussed her up methodically. He started by turning her on her belly and then, he used some half inch electrical tape to tie her big toes together. Over that, he tied a small zip tie and Aminata noticed that the tape was meant for padding.

Now, he cut her ankle tie and she groaned with relief when she could stretch her legs after hours of being hogtied. Benoit now pointed at a metal bucket and asked:

»It`s gonna be a long trip, Amy. You wanna go?«

He was matter-of-factly and it was perhaps one of very few gentle gestures he would make and so, Aminata nodded. He quite unceremoniously placed her on the bucket and held her by her arm.

»You want me to whistle a melody?«

»Mph!«

It felt awkward to her having to relieve herself with the man watching, but she knew that he had not been joking about her being trussed up for hours and so, she peed and thanked her dark complexion that he didn`t see her blush.

When she had finished, he placed her on her back and began to tie her ankles. Again, he tied them first with tape, using two inch duct tape this time, before fixing it with a zip tie. When her feet were tied, he brushed over her soles and Aminata could not help twitching.

»Ticklish, Amy?«

Now, she could see the hint of a smile on his lips and for a moment, she feared he would start a tickle torture. But it just seemed that he kept that weakness of her in his mind – for later use.

He then continued tying her legs at the middle of her calves, below and above her knees and at the midst of her thighs. Each time, the tape was enforced with zip ties and she sensed that though he wasn`t a brute, he pulled both the tape and the cable binders very tight.

Then, Benoit went for her arms. He removed the zip tie around her wrists, but only to replace it by tape and another, even tighter cable binder. Then, he tied her thumbs, using the electrical tape and a small zip tie, before he began to wrap her other fingers with the duct tape.

»This man is taking no chances! I will never get loose!«

As if he had read her thoughts, Benoit now tied her elbows together. He was careful when he made them meet, but he took care to tie them above and below the joint, again using tape and zip ties. Then, he stroked over her athletic upper arms.

»I am just respecting your strength, Amy!«

He then brushed over her sides and she inhaled sharply and trembled, trying to oppress her ticklishness. Again, he stopped, but this time, she knew that he had chuckled. Aminata felt a bit puzzled. She had always loved to tease her captives, but Benoit was just showing her a glimpse of what he could do. Against her will, she felt a little curious.

Benoit now sat behind her and leaned her upper body against his chest. Then, he placed his left hand over her mouth whilst with the other, he carefully cut the zip tie cleaving her lips. Aminata sighed when the tight plastic fell and Benoit now gently brushed over the corners of her mouth and caressed her cheeks. He held both his index fingers over the packing in her mouth preventing her from spitting out her gag, but at the same time, he tried to ease the pain the zip tie had caused – and though he was about to further trussing her up and to take her to an ominous »Point Beta«, Aminata enjoyed this tender gesture.

Then, however, Benoit put two of his strong fingers under her chin whilst still keeping the gag in her mouth.

»Chew, Amy!«

Again, there was this nickname: Amy, as if she was a teenage girl and not a 6` athletic woman that looked like the incarnation of a black superheroine. And yet, she obeyed, biting down on the wad consisting of her own panties and those of the blonde girl. The gag tasted vile and by chewing on it, some saliva, filtered by the panties, ran down her throat, forcing her to gulp. Some more drool also ran down her chin, but Benoit wiped it away. Then, he forced her to close her jaw as far as she could, compressing the soaked cloth to a hard, dense mass that blocked her tongue completely.

»Gllgg!«

Before Benoit had forced her jaw shut, the gag had already been effective. Aminata preferred fullback panties and though she was slender and athletic, she had well rounded hips and buttocks and so, her underwear was quite substantial. And yet, the blonde woman who had attacked her had also crammed the other blonde`s thong into her oral cavity, filling it almost to the bursting. But now, her gag had become much, much worse.

»I can`t make a sound!«, the Black thought, equally amazed and horrified, »except for the back of my throat!«

Again, she tried to scream, but only a barely audible chuckle came out. Benoit now leaned her backwards and placed her head against his belly. With one hand, he forced her to bite down as hard as she could on her gag and with the other, he wound several rounds of the electrical tape under her chin and over the top of her head. When he was finished, Aminata quickly realized that she could not move her jaw even the fraction of an inch.

»Gllggg!«

Benoit enforced the tape with another zip tie and then wound some more tape over it. Then, he pressed a balled up rag over her mouth and began to tightly wind round after round around the lower part of her face, until there was a shiny surface where her mouth had been. Aminata could not believe it when Benoit tied another zip tie above her gag, followed by ten rounds of vet wrap tape.

Her breath accelerated and she tried to steel herself when he then put his hands on her breasts. More than once, she had tested the effectiveness of a gag by pinching the captive`s nipples. However, he just covered her ample boobs and squeezed them, firmly, but not brutal.

»They should have given you the nickname ›Handful‹, Amy!«

Despite her predicament, Aminata had to laugh, noticeable as a short snort through her nose. However, from his point of view, he was right: Benoit had giant pranks and obviously, he enjoyed how her boobs filled them completely.

»It seems that 36D is a handful to me!«

He now literally clawed his fingers into her breasts, in a way it just did not hurt. Then, he slowly released his grip before he started again. After a while, Aminata adjusted her breath to his massage and thought:

»He is so strong! He could rip me apart with his bare hands! And I could do nothing against it, not even twitch or utter a sound, oh my God! I am so helpless!«

Somehow, these thoughts stoked the growing warmth and the pleasant tingle in her breasts and when after a while, he withdrew, she let out a questioning groan of disappointment.

»We can continue at Point Beta!«, he said, playfully brushing over her now hard and erect nipples. As he got up, Aminata saw the bulge in his pants.

»Oh my God, he will throw himself upon me once we have reached this Point Beta! I will be totally at his mercy!«

Again, this did not make her feel terrified, but intrigued. Benoit looked down on her and the oppressed lust in his eyes added to that feeling.

He then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Aminata let out a sharp breath and staggered as standing forced her to tense her leg muscles and the ties felt even tighter now. Benoit held her until she had regained her balance and then went for the shelves.

»Just to make sure you don`t get damaged, you fragile little thing!«

»Now, is he trying irony, too?«, Aminata wondered, but then, she saw what Benoit was carrying: it was a roll of translucent saran wrap, some half a yard wide, fixed on a contraption that allowed to wrap bulky goods without having to use both hands.

»Is he crazy, I already can hardly move a muscle!«

Benoit now wrapped her legs, pulling the clingy foil tight and covering everything from her ankles to the top of her thighs. Then, he secured the wrap with rounds of tape at her ankles, above and below the knees and near the upper end of the wrapping. When he was fixing the latter, his head was close to her middle and she felt a shudder when his shorn head brushed over her pubic mound.

Benoit then wrapped her upper body, together with her already immobilized arms, covering her from below her breasts to her waist. Again, he pulled the foil tight and then secured the packing with additional rounds of tape. He looked at the helpless mummy, admiring his work. Then, he poked her sides playfully, chuckling at the slight rustling of the saran wrap as she cringed.

He then opened the ski box on the Golf`s roof and placed a stool beside the car. Then, he approached Aminata and though she was experiencing it for the second time now, she was again amazed by the easiness with which that man cradled her in his arms and carried her.

Gently, he embedded her into the box that had been upholstered with a blanket. Then, he secured her with the tension belts, though Aminata could hardly move anyway. One tight belt even went over her forehead, immobilizing her head. Now, all Aminata could do was flex her feet a little.

»Now, for something to pass the time…«

He disappeared from her view and returned with a bottle that contained some sunflower oil and poured it over her middle. Her eyes grew and she let out a faint sound as she saw what he held in his other hand: a vibrator. He greased it with the oil, too and then used two fingers to rub it deeper between her tightly bound legs.

»Now, blink if I hurt you!«

Benoit placed one hand on her right breast and began to fondle it. With the other, he gently pushed the vibrator forward. It didn`t hurt, but Aminata blinked and indeed, he stopped. Then, he looked at her and said:

»Okay, nest try!«

He continued massaging her breast, in the firm, determined way she loved and Aminata felt him increase the pressure on her middle again. Aminata thought of blinking again, but then, she twitched as he squeezed her nipple, sending a strangely blissful wave of pain through her breast.

»That was – oohhh!«

She sensed that now, the top of the vibrator was inside her. Benoit now moved it back and forth, always gaining a few millimeters more as he advanced. Aminata felt that she reacted to the intrusion and no longer tried to fight it. He shoved the toy deep inside her and then fixed it with tape before he plugged it to a cable that protruded from the box`s lid.

»I guess this thing is somehow fixed to the car engine and will adjust to the travelling speed. Well, you will soon find out, Amy!«

He bent forward and kissed her gag where, under layers of tape, her mouth was hidden. Then, he closed the lid and went to the lift to see if his employer was ready for departure, too.

***

Once Benoit had left the room, Guylène once again clapped her hands and said:

»Okay, let`s wrap things up! Or should I say ›let`s wrap damsels up‹?«

Both Cordelia and Janine were untied and, to their surprise, also ungagged. Guylène then ordered them to remove their clothes, but since neither the pantyhose nor the stockings and garter belt didn`t hide much, they had no problem obeying that order. The moderate treatment continued when each woman was given five minutes in the bathroom where both also took the opportunity to quench their thirst from the water tap. Then, they had to stand up side by side in the living room. Guylène inspected them like a General would have done to his troops.

»Handful! Titsabobbing! In the last few days, I had the impression that the two of you have not become the closest friends! Despite the effort I, Aminata and even Linh put into getting you two more acquainted!«

The two naked women avoided to look at each other, remembering the humiliating situations they had endured when they were meant to »get more acquainted«. Involuntarily, Cordelia brushed over her clean shaved pubic mound. Guylène now loosened her strict posture and smiled.

»Well, some things need their time! Ahmed and I are also not yet at the position where nothing stands between us. And I think you two should become a part in symbolizing that situation!«

Neither woman had an idea what Guylène meant by that, but they were sure it would be just the pretext for another humiliation. Only now, Cordelia noticed that Guylène had a bag standing beside her and now, she took two long silk scarves from it. One, she handed to Ahmed. Then, she ordered the captives:

»Stand back to back! Close!«

The two obeyed. Though Cordelia and Janine had endured worse and more intimate situations, Cordelia didn`t like the feeling when her buttocks touched that of Janine.

»Luckily, they are of the same height!«, Guylène said as she stepped in front of Cordelia. She reached around her, grabbed Janine`s arms and crossed her wrists in front of Cordelia`s lap. There, she tied them with the silk scarf. When she was finished, Cordelia could see how Janine tried to avoid touching the other woman`s pubic mound. Then, she felt how her arms were grabbed and brought together over Janine`s lap. This trapped the latter`s arms since Cordelia`s arms were slung around them, but still, the position was tolerable.

The scarves had been just for padding, for now, their wrists were tied with thin cords and it seemed that Guylène and Ahmed were competing in who could tie the tighter knots. Despite the silk padding, both Janine and Cordelia felt that the ties almost cut their circulation. In addition, trying to pick on the knots would also mean having to brush over the other`s middle.

»However, I should not complain – yet«, Cordelia thought, looking at Isabelle who still was lying on her side, trying not to move and even breathing carefully to cope with her agonizingly tight crotch rope. The redhead was calm, but it was clear that she was under immense tension and sooner or later would have to move, starting a vicious circle.

Guylène now produced a belt and slung it around both their waists, needing the help of Ahmed to close the buckle. The leather dug into their lower abdomens and now, their butts were grinding against each other at the slightest move. Ahmed examined the arrangement and then, he cut two lengths of thin cord, each some two yards long. These, he tied to the belt at both their sides where their lower backs were pressed against each other, taking care that the ends had about the same length. He started with one end at Cordelia`s right hip and threaded it between her legs. She gasped, but he did not pull it into her soft flesh, but instead brought it back at the back of her leg and pulled it upwards so the rope dug into her skin. Cordelia groaned and Ahmed pulled it a little tighter before tying it off to the belt. He repeated the procedure to her other leg and then to Janine`s thighs and in the end, each woman had her pubic mound framed by two tight ropes that formed a V and felt very uncomfortable. Now, each step or things like sitting or crouching would be more than inconvenient.

Guylène closely examined the arrangement and traced the ropes with her index finger.

»Aw, cute! You marked the lines of the playground, so to say!«

Janine ached and Guylène rummaged through her bag. She produced two items that on the first view looked like ball gags, but when she handed one to Ahmed, the captives saw it were two rings with straps dangling from them. Each ring was some two inches in diameter, with an opening about half as wide. When Guylène wedged the ring between Cordelia`s jaws, she tasted rubber and felt that this was the coating of something very hard. When it was tightly buckled at her nape, Cordelia explored the ring gag with her tongue and realized it would force her to keep her mouth open. She would be forced to drool uncontrollably. Then, with horror, she understood another purpose of such a gag and Ahmed`s lecherous grin seemed to prove her right.

Once both women were sporting these gags, Guylène cut another length of cord, some three or four yards long. She doubled it and then slung the noose around Janine`s head, adjusting it so both ends hung loosely between her breasts. Guylène then crossed the cords and threaded them between both Janine`s and Cordelia´s arms and torsos where Ahmed took them, pulling them tight so Janine`s upper body was pressed closer against Cordelia`s. Then, he crossed them between her breasts, brought them behind Cordelia`s nape and tied an overhand knot. Guylène took over again and now, both pulled and adjusted before Guylène threaded the end through Janine`s neck rope and tied the knots off. The arrangement pressed their backs and shoulders together, chaffed the lower side of their breasts and felt uncomfortable at their napes whilst they still could breathe without problems.

It was now Ahmed`s turn again. Though she was busy coping with her bondage, Cordelia saw with horror that the two were true partners in crime, developing a mutual understanding by outdoing each other in cruelties.

The man cut two ropes of one yard, put one in his belt and tied the other around Cordelia`s right ankle. Then, he used it as a leash and forced her to raise her leg. Cordelia fought to keep balance, causing Janine to stagger, too.

Ahmed made her bend her leg, leading her foot between Janine`s legs. Then, he brought the rope over her bound wrists and pulled. When he tied the rope off, Cordelia had to keep her right leg bent and at the same time was pulling her arms down. When she tried to move, Janine groaned, indicating that the rope was rubbing over her pubic mound.

»We tie camels like that, to keep them from running away in the night!«

»Aren`t they called dromedaries?«, Guylène asked and Ahmed smiled, stepping closer to Cordelia.

»You are right, but I always had a soft spot for creatures with two – humps!«

He placed his hands on Cordelia`s breasts, kneading them. She protested through her gag and tried to shake him off, but this only caused both her and Janine to stagger. Guylène took the other rope from Ahmed`s belt, grabbed Janine`s left ankle and tied it around.

»It`s a nice idea, but I think we fix Handful’s leg when we are at the car, so they can walk!«

She now picked the two damp panties that had been used to gag Janine during the night. She handed one to Ahmed and then gently pushed him aside, waving the damp garment in front of Cordelia`s nose. Though Janine had been chewing on them for an entire night, she could still smell Guylène`s perfume and body. Now, Guylène spoke in a high-pitched, overly excited voice, as if she was playing with a puppy:

»Do you know where these are going, Titsabobbing? Do you know where these are going?«

She inserted two fingers into the opening of Cordelia’s ring gag. She retched and tried to shake her off, but Guylène just kept on thrusting her fingers back and forth. Groaning, Cordelia had to endure that she even tried to play with her tongue. She could not bite down and her attempts to push against the fingers with her tongue only seemed to amuse Guylène. It was a humiliating ordeal and Cordelia felt almost relieved when she withdrew her hand, though she only did so to stuff the panties into her oral cavity.

»One pair is perhaps not enough to really shut you up, but Ahmed`s car is quite soundproof and in addition, I want to hear how you react to my caresses!«

»It also makes it easier if we – need your mouths!«, Ahmed added. He was still busy exploring Janine`s mouth with his fingers and according to her twitching and retching, she had to fight her gag reflex. Then, he finally stuffed the other pair of panties into her mouth.

The ring gags each had four steel press studs on the outer side of the ring. To this, Guylène now produced two matching pads and closed the opening, though it would have been difficult to work the panties out of their mouths with their tongues anyway.

As on keyword, now Benoit appeared, reporting that he had stowed Aminata. Ahmed nodded and said:

»Excellent! Now, would you please get our lovely Capitaine into the fitness room? Just place her on the trampoline, Guylène and I will look after her once these two are in the Bentley!«

Benoit nodded, stepped over to Isabelle and cradled the petite woman in his arms. A high-pitched whimper, accompanied by her twitching and squirming as being moved around sent a wave of pain through her bisected crotch was the last Cordelia and Janine saw from the redhead.

Now, Amir led them towards the lift. Cordelia had more or less to hop on one leg, feeling the ropes framing her pubic area on every step. She panted heavily and sent a moan of sheer frustration through her vile tasting gag.

»Patience, Titsabobbing, the fun cruise is about to begin!«, Guylène purred, playfully pinching her nipple.

They were led to the car and leant against it. Then, Janine`s left ankle was tied to her bound hands, forcing her to stand with one leg bent backwards like Cordelia. Both women knew that even if they would coordinate their efforts, they now would stagger and fall after a few yards. The rough rope rubbed over Cordelia`s middle and she now knew what her efforts to lower her legs had meant to Janine.

Amir now opened the back door wide. The backseat of the Bentley was meant to offer comfortable seats for three adults, but usually, these adults entered the car on their own legs. The chauffeur went inside, grabbed Janine`s right leg and pulled her inside whilst Ahmed helped the two captives to keep balance. Janine slid on the seat, pulling Cordelia with her. Amir and Ahmed made the two sit on the middle seat, their bent legs resting on the leather upholstery. Then, the two men grabbed their other legs and made them meet. The Bentley offered enough room for them to sit that way, but it was very inconvenient and when Amir had tied Cordelia`s left knee to Janine`s right, both women were sitting back to back, each facing one of the back doors. Cordelia`s right leg was folded on the seat whilst her left leg was resting on the floor, parallel to Janine`s right. The position meant that they both had to sit with their thighs open and in addition, the position was straining already.

Ahmed opened the trunk and removed a bag from it. Then, he and Guylène went back into the lift. Amir was leaning in the open door, looking at her in a way that could be called the opposite of subtle. She involuntarily tried to close her splayed legs, but that only caused Janine to squirm and protest through her gag.

Little later, Benoit appeared. He shortly spoke to Amir and then, the garage door was opened. Cordelia saw the bodyguard enter the golf and noticed that the ski box where she and Janine had been cooped up in now was fixed to that car`s roof.

»I am sure Aminata`s inside!«, she thought and despite what the Black had done to her, she could not feel glee.

The minutes passed and Amir still was all but drooling over her and Janine, but obviously, he did not dare touching any of them. Finally, Guylène and Ahmed came; he sat on the left, beside Janine whilst Guylène took the seat to Cordelia`s right. Neither seemed to bother that the respective captive`s bent leg was resting on his thigh.

»As I said, it`s rather symbolic«, Guylène now said. »There still is a barrier between Ahmed and me – but I am sure we will learn to know each other better when we see how we play with our respective toys!«

Amir started the car and Ahmed pressed a button that closed the tinted window between the front and the backseat. Guylène reached over to Cordelia, putting her hand on her shoulder as if they were just friends. Her looks, however, told a different story, as did her dangling fingers that brushed over Cordelia`s right breast.

»Too bad, I really loved that chalet«, she sighed as the garage door closed behind the Bentley and Amir steered the car onto the road.

»In one or two hours«, Ahmed said, reaching over Janine to pat Guylène`s hand, »there will not be much left of it!«

Guylène nodded and looked at Cordelia who stared at her, tying to get the meaning of Ahmed`s last words. She forced a smile on her face and said:

»Hey, let`s not mope! How about breaking the ice?«

She reached forward to the wall that separated the front and back part of the car. There was a small mini bar that also had a cooling box filled with ice cubes. Guylène picked one and lasciviously licked over it.

»Or should I say: melting it?«

She bent forward and encircled Cordelia´s nipple with the ice cube.

***

Benoit grinned when he reached the lower regions of the mountains where the road became less curvy and he could drive faster. He pressed the clutch pedal and then kicked on the gas to send a salute to the tight package in the ski box – not knowing it did not have quite the effect he thought it would have.

He had guessed right that the vibrator in the ski box was connected to the car`s engine. However, following her strange sense of humor, Linh had arranged it in a way that the vibrator slowed down when the car accelerated and vice versa. So, the slow trip down the serpentines had turned the toy on a considerable high speed whilst the faster trip now made it buzz on a low level. So, Benoit`s fantasies about what effects his driving had on the helpless Black did not quite match reality. Nevertheless, he found them quite entertaining as he drove closer to the place Ahmed always referred to as »Point Beta«.

***

»Do you think they have left now?«, Katja whispered. When the sun had risen higher, both girls had ducked deeper behind the bush to not be seen from the people inside the house. So, they had not been able to observe what was going on and Nancy had only occasionally looked for a second if there still were people in the living room.

At least, the sun had driven away the chilly air and now, their bodies had dried, except for Nancy`s still slightly damp panties. Both girls were tired and felt a bit stiff from having to remain in their cover for so long, but now, Nancy was sure that there was nobody in the living room.

Before anything else, she had to follow the call of nature. Stepping aside, she lowered her panties and relieved herself, sighing after having not dared to do so for hours. Chuckling nervously, Katja did the same. Now, eased of at least some pressure, the two girls sneaked closer to the glass door. Indeed, the living room was empty and so, they carefully entered, listening for any suspicious sounds.

»There!«

Katja pointed on a pile of clothes on the floor. It was a black skirt and a dark blue shirt that looked as if it was part of a uniform. There were other garments, including a white bra that looked rather plain and a torn white pair of panties.

»Is this – a Police uniform?«

Nancy crouched beside the piled clothes to examine the badge on the shirt. Katja bent over her to have a look, too, and so, none of the girls noticed the figure that sneaked into the room behind them.

»Well, well! Look what the cat brought in!«

With a shriek, Katja spun around, pushing Nancy in the progress so both girls landed on their backsides. Then, they both stared at the person with widened eyes. It was Linh, holding a gun in her hand.

Once she had left Guylène`s sleeping room, the Asian had heard the commotion from the ground floor and decided to sneak into an empty room and to hide under the bed until she had been sure that the others had left the building. Then, she had sneaked down the stairs, only to hear the whispering sounds of two females. She had approached carefully and when she had seen that there were the Fräulein and Melons, one naked and the other clad in just a pair of panties, she had seen that finally, her life was turning for the better again. Even more as they were turning their backs towards her and there was a gun lying on the sideboard.

Linh could not be called a strong believer, but she believed in chances and she definitely was able an opportunity if it was offered to her on a silver tray!

***