In some lonesome Valley 13

»If they are part of the French Police`s assault unit, I am definitely working for the wrong company!«

When Mike had reached the point from which he had last abseiled to the chalet`s roof, he had closely looked for any of the thugs being on guard. There had been none, but he had been sure that in the garden, behind a bush, one or two figures were crouching. He had only been able to see a part of a blonde haired head and the occasional moving of a shadow, but definitely, he wasn`t the only one who wanted to get inside.

Having no idea who the other party was, he had waited until they had finally left their cover. To his surprise, it had been two blonde girls – one naked and the other one wearing just a pair of black panties. He had then watched as the two girls both had crouched and peed before sneaking towards the house and out of his sight.

»The tall one could have been the one they grabbed after she climbed up the wall and the other one could be that Katja Belle told me about!«

Knowing that rushing things would perhaps turn out to be his last mistake ever, Mike had waited for several minutes before he slowly climbed down to the roof. He sneaked to the lid from where the man observing the roof had emerged earlier, but found it locked from the inside. So, he instead went to the corner and climbed down on a drainpipe until he stood close to the wall, some ten yards away from the living room`s glass front.

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Not taking the gun away from Katja and Nancy, Linh had ordered the two girls to kneel side by side, their hands folded at the backs of their heads. She noticed that Katja was slightly trembling whilst Nancy tried to remain calm and to console her beloved by gently rubbing her elbow against hers.

Linh discovered a bunch of large zip ties lying on the floor and picked them up. Then, she ordered Katja:

»Fräulein, take these and do exactly as I say, unless you want to find out whether Melons` boobies can stop a bullet!«

Reluctantly, Katja did what Linh said. The Asian then told her:

»Now, put one of these around your neck. You don`t have to choke yourself, but I want it snug!«

With her fingers trembling, it took Katja three attempts to get the tip of the cable binder through the eyelet. Then, she tightened it around her neck.

»Good! Now, do the same to Melons! Melons, don`t you dare to move your hands!«

When this was done, she forced Katja to cross Nancy`s wrists behind her neck, sling another zip tie through the one around her neck and then tie her hands with it. When Katja had done so, she again had to kneel beside Nancy whilst Linh examined her work, tightening the zip tie around Nancy`s neck a little more – and the one around her wrists so tight that the blonde gasped with pain.

When she had fixed Katja`s wrists the same way, she had secured both her captives quite effectively. Not only were their arms useless to them, they also were discouraged from sudden movements to not strangle themselves and as a bonus, the position brought their breasts nicely on display.

»Now, stand up!«

Though it was a bit difficult without being able to use their hands, the girls obeyed and then, Linh said:

»Now, Fräulein, you may agree that Melons is a bit overdressed, compared to you. So, would you please help her out of her panties?«

Katja made a helpless fluttering gesture with her bent arms and Linh snapped:

»Don`t play silly, use your teeth! But before, you may say Goodbye to Melons` assets. I want you to kiss each of her nipples for at least a minute and then, you say ›Goodbye‹ to each of them!«

Katja gulped, but then, she turned towards Nancy. She quickly kissed her lips before she went down, placing her mouth on Nancy`s right breast. Linh smiled at Nancy who could not help blushing as she was watched during the intimate caress. The fact that under other circumstances, this would have been enjoyable only made things worse.

After a minute, Katja withdrew, whispering »Goodbye«. Linh interrupted her:

»Say ›Goodbye, Melon One‹, loud and clearly!«

Nancy stared daggers at Linh as Katja hoarsely said the required words. Then, she had to kiss her left nipple.

»Goodbye, Melon Two!«, Katja said as she withdrew, this time, without being ordered. Then, remembering her initial order, Katja went on her knees. On her way down, she quickly placed a kiss on Nancy`s belly button.

The tall woman shuddered slightly. During their first night together in the hotel, Katja had done this to her the first time and she had loved that tender gesture. That Katja did so now said both »I am sorry!« and »I love you!« at the same time. Nancy felt tears a come up in her eyes and she snorted angrily to not give Linh the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Now, Katja grabbed the waistband of Nancy`s black Lycra panties with her teeth and slowly pulled the still damp material down her hips. Nancy held still, allowing her to do the humiliating order as quick as possible, but when the panties slid down her calves, Linh had an additional order:

»Now, kiss her where she wants it the most – and then, you say ›Goodbye, Melon Clit‹!«

Katja took a deep breath, but then, she brought her lips to Nancy`s pussy. Her kiss was tender and yet passionate, as if she wanted to tell Nancy that she did so deliberately and did not feel humiliated by kissing her beloved. Nancy let out a fluttering breath.

»Don`t get carried away, bitches!«

Katja withdrew, then placed a last kiss on Nancy`s clit before she said:

»Goodbye, Melon Clit!«

Linh made Nancy step out of her panties and then, she told Katja to pick them up with her mouth and get them as deep into her oral cavity as she could manage. Accompanied by an occasional retching, Katja did as she was told, chewing on the damp Lycra and getting the whole mass into her mouth. When she knelt there, her jaws open and some of the black cloth protruding from her mouth, Linh suddenly slung her arm around Katja`s neck and pressed the gun under her chin.

»Uuuhmmmph!«

»Hey, what-«

»Just a precaution that you follow my orders, Melons!«

She dragged Katja towards the pile of Isabelle`s clothes and pointed at the torn panties.

»It looks as if someone has left a gag for you, Melons! Get it into your mouth – and do it quickly, or suffer the consequences!«

Nancy glanced angrily at the Asian, but when Linh pushed the barrel against Katja`s chin, causing her to whimper, she reluctantly bent down to the torn white garment. They looked clean, but they had definitely been worn and they very substantial. Slowly, she picked an edge of the cotton with her teeth.

WHACK!

Nancy yelped when Linh`s hand hit her exposed butt.

»Hurry up, Melons!«

She spanked her again and again. Nancy would have loved to kick her but with Linh threatening Katja, she didn`t dare to do so. Instead, she forced herself to grab the strange panties with her teeth and chew on them to get them into her mouth.

When she had managed to do so, Linh gave her a last, extra-hard whack before she let Katja go. Then, she directed the two girls towards the dinner table.

»Get on the table!«

Without their arms, the two had to use one of the chairs to follow the order. Linh then made them sit down on the plate, face to face and with their lower legs dangling over the edge. This required that they opened their thighs, literally riding the table. Both Nancy and Katja were long-legged, but the position was nevertheless humiliating.

Linh took two more of the zip ties and fixed Nancy`s left knee to Katja`s right, Then, she went to the other side and tied their other knees, too. The girls now could no longer change their embarrassing and straining position.

Satisfied, Linh now grabbed one of the rolls of duct tape that were still lying around. She climbed on a chair, forced Isabelle`s panties deeper into Nancy`s mouth and then secured the gag with ten rounds of tape. When she had secured Katja`s gag the same way, she said:

»Soon, we will leave this hospitable house, but before, I think you need a lesson or two! I will now get upstairs and fetch one of Guylène`s leather belts. You better beg that until I return, some of my rage has calmed down!«

»Wouldn`t whip marks diminish their value?«

Linh spun around, staring at the man who leaned in the door, holding a revolver in his right. Instinctively, she reached for her own gun, only to see it lying on a sideboard, out of her reach. She raised her hands and stepped closer to the man.

»Please, Officer, I-«

Once the table was no longer in her way, Linh did a flight roll, trying to kick the gun from the man`s hand. It had been a swift attack, but Linh hadn`t considered that her dress wasn`t supporting such a stunt. She had borrowed it from Guylène`s cupboard and had chosen a stretch dress, since the other dresses of the more buxom Guylène would have looked bad on her. Now, she paid for her vanity by missing the man who had jumped aside with surprising speed. He now put his revolver in his belt.

»And I thought Asian girls are rather reserved!«

Linh, seeing that he was unarmed, jumped to her feet. The man crouched deeply and put his hands to the floor. As she attacked, he grabbed the carpet and pulled, causing Linh to land rather ungentle on her butt. In a quick move, he threw himself upon her, trapping her arms with his knees. The Asian squirmed, but when she tried to reach him with her foot, he pinched her carotid artery and Linh collapsed. Mike got up, straightened his shirt and bowed towards Nancy and Katja who had watched the fight with widened eyes.

»Ladies!«

The two naked girls mewed, demanding to be freed, but Mike just turned the unconscious Asian to her belly, opened the zipper of her dress and took it from her. When he removed her sandals, the captives renewed their muffled protests and he said:

»A little patience, please!«

He grabbed the waistband of Linh`s pantyhose and pulled it down, taking the panties with it.

»Mmhhmmm! Uuhhmmm!«

»Ah, you are wondering why I am stripping her!«

He pulled the pantyhose down her legs and before tossing it aside, picked the lacy red panties from it. Before putting them into his belt, he brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath. Looking at the table, he grinned like a schoolboy.

»I try to quit smoking and still am trying different alternatives!«

Mike sat Linh on one of the chairs and pulled her arms over the backrest. Then, he tied them at wrists and elbows. When he further secured these ties with two zip ties, anchoring both to the horizontal bars of the backrest, he explained:

»It`s a matter of poetic justice, so to say: I know what you«, he pointed at Katja, »told Isabelle about her and so, I know she`s a bad person. By the way, have you seen Isabelle?«

Nancy still fumed, but Katja, who had recognized that the mocking tone had left the man`s voice when he had asked his last question, just shook her head. Mike nodded grimly; then, he grabbed Linh`s feet.

»Anyway, at any minute, the French Police will arrive!«

He raised Linh`s legs and then managed to cross her ankles behind her neck where he tied them with tape and the additional zip tie, just like her arms. Not only was the position very straining, it also forced her to show her nude front on full display.

Mike now took the panties and the discarded pantyhose and began to stuff both into the Asian`s mouth. Whilst doing so, he explained:

»I mean, it would be kind of unfair if the Policemen would only get to see the innocent victims as God created them, but not the evil gangster woman!«

He completed Linh`s gag by winding the rest of the tape roll around the lower part of her face, whilst Nancy and Katja energetically squirmed in their bonds and screamed through their gags. When Mike was finished, he said:

»Sorry, but setting you free isn`t an option. I need my back free and besides, remember what I told you about poetic justice: it would be unfair if the brave Policemen were the only ones who could not admire your beauty!«

For some long seconds, he let his eyes wander over both Nancy`s and Katja`s nude bodies. Then, he adjusted Linh`s chair so she was facing the lift door. He then wanted to leave, but then, he turned on his heels. With a glimpse of hope, Katja mewed, but Mike just took an Edding marker from his pocket.

»After all, we don`t want the Police to free her before you!«

In big letters, Mike wrote »Evil Gangster Woman« on Linh`s belly.

»Mmhrrrmmmm!«

Nancy groaned, glaring angrily at Mike. He raised the pen and approached her.

»You want me to write ›Innocent Victim« on your breasts?«

He chuckled and went for the corridor, followed by the muffled swearing of the helpless Policewoman. However, as he looked through the rooms, he became serious and as he found the stairs towards the cellar, he drew his gun again. He knew that there also was a second floor, but something told him that if they hadn`t taken Isabelle with them, she would be in the cellar.

In the corridor, he noticed four doors, including that of the lift. One was open and he could see a small room, like a broom closet. In it, he saw a chair and some discarded ropes and when he stepped closer, a slight stench of urine told him that a captive had been held inside this room for quite some time.

Now, two doors were left, opposite to each other. Mike listened carefully. From upstairs, he could hear some faint moaning and behind the left door, there was a deep buzzing and he guessed that it was the refrigerator. He peeked inside and found it was indeed the chalet`s pantry. It also contained the heating system, but again, no sign of Isabelle.

»Don`t ask for whom the Belle tolls«, he murmured as he approached the last door. Something just didn`t fit, though he couldn`t say what it was. Mike put the gun in his belt and used the flashlight of his cell phone to have a closer look.

He pressed his ear to the door, but could not hear a sound through the thick iron. The keyhole was a modern one and so, he also couldn`t peep through it. However, when he examined the lock, he noticed something.

The door handle wasn`t exactly horizontal, but hanging slightly downwards. It was as if something was pressing it down – or as if something had been hanged to it on the other side.

Though his actual job at the Secret Service had been desk work most of the time, Mike had of course undergone the usual training for all secret agents and before, he had served at the Royal Marines, though only for two years. However, he had learned a thing or two about booby traps and if this wasn`t one, he had never seen any.

He knew that this room was on the garden side of the chalet and so, he would be able to look through the window from outside. He went back, passed the living room where an obviously angry Linh had regained her consciousness and had joined the chorus of muffled screams, and entered the garden. There, he thought twice before approaching the window.

The booby trap had not been applied for nothing. However, the gangsters could not be sure about what kind of Policemen would enter the chalet. A young hotspur would have kicked the door open, but a more experienced man would have noticed the slightly uneven handle, just like he had done.

»Now, let´s assume that the Police have seen the trap. What would they do next?«

Most likely, they would also get to the window. From where he stood, he could see that one of the windows was only ajar. It looked like an invitation to enter.

Slowly, Mike stepped close to the wall and approached from the side, always scanning the ground. And indeed, close to the window, he detected a thin wire, almost invisible in the grass. He traced it and found a splinter grenade.

Not knowing what would expect him, Mike had put on his combat clothes that also contained some tools, including a small pair of tongs. He thoroughly looked for other traps; then, he cut the wire and quickly put a piece of tape over the grenade`s trigger to further secure it.

»That`s one – but of how many?«

He scanned the window frame and indeed, there was another grenade. It was fixed to the wall and if he had opened the window a bit more, it would have blown him to pieces.

Once Mike had defused that trap, too, he slowly opened the window and looked inside the room. First, his eyes fell upon a spinning wheel and a treadmill, telling him that this obviously was Guylène´s fitness room. Then, he saw the door. As he had guessed, a plastic bag that contained something heavy was dangling from it. From the bag, a rope led up to the ceiling. Mike followed it with his eyes and-

»Fuck!«

The rope was fixed to yet another grenade, but beside it, several red packages had been taped. Mike had seen C-4 blocks before and he could tell two things about it: this plastic explosive was easy to handle because it was rather hard to get it explode. However, the grenade sure would do the job.

The other thing he knew was that these packages were enough to blast the whole floor, maybe even the whole building.

From his ankle, Mike couldn`t see more and so, he carefully examined the floor under the window before slowly lowering himself down. Now, he could hear a faint sound, like a breath and he could also see that from the bomb at the ceiling, another rope led to the corner of the room.

Mike turned around and his eyes fell on Isabelle. For a second, his feelings threatened to overwhelm his sense for danger, but then, already on his way towards her, he lowered his foot and stayed where he was, examining her closer.

Isabelle was stark naked and even in the dark room, he could see she was glistering with perspiration. Her arms were behind her back and the way she thrust out her ample boobs told him that the straps crossing between her breasts obviously belonged to an armbinder or something like that. There was another strap around her waist whilst a tight vertical one disappeared into her thatch of reddish hair.

The girl was sitting on a trampoline, in a side split that would have made a ballet dancer envious. Her ankles were tied to the frame to keep her in that position, but Mike frowned at the fact that the girl was obviously balancing to keep her upper body upright.

»Belle?«

She let out a faint mmph, but Mike noticed that she had not moved, not even looked at his direction. He now saw that a bandage covered the lower half of her face and also, he could see a small, flickering light.

Mike`s eyes had now adjusted to the darkness, showing him the perfidy of the arrangement: a small candle had been placed on her head and on the trampoline, he saw three large, flat bowls, one between her splayed legs and the others behind her. He could see some liquid glister in these and he doubted that it was just water. He guessed gasoline.

Somehow, the girl had so far managed to keep balance, but sooner or later, she would collapse and then, the candle would fall into one of the bowls. Mike wanted to get closer when he noticed that Isabelle was again mewing and panting as heavily as she dared. Again, he stopped.

»Belle, I am here now and soon, you will be free and save, but for now, we have to be a bit careful. So, until we can have a civilized conversation, one ›Mph!‹ means ›Yes!‹, two means ›No‹! You got that?»

»Mph!«

»Good. Now, if I try to reach you, will I trigger something that kills us both?«

»Mph!«

»All right, Belle, last question: do you trust me?«

»Mph! Mph!«

Despite the situation, Mike smiled whilst he concentrated on how he could remove the candle from the distance. His first thought was to shoot at it, but he decided against it. He was sure that he would not hit her on a distance of just some three yards, but the sound of the revolver would cause her to twitch, even if she tried to prepare herself for that. In addition, a ricocheting bullet could do incalculable harm.

Mike let his hand slide into his pocket. When he took out his lighter, he thought that using that to prevent a fire was a bit ironic. Then, he aimed at the candle. Mike was an above average dart player and so, he moved his arm back and forth a few times. Then, holding his breath, he threw the lighter.

»Mhmm!«

Isabelle`s eyes flickered as the lighter hit the candle. It flew from her head and landed on the concrete floor. The girl trembled and Mike now saw the thin wire around her neck. It was connected to the rope coming from the bomb.

»Just one more second!«

He encircled the trampoline in some distance, his tongs in hand. The room wasn`t high and so, he could reach the cord and cut it. Immediately, Isabelle sank back to the trampoline, panting heavily.

Mike also removed the other trigger from the door and then, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The greatest danger was banned, but the game wasn`t over yet.

The girl had warned him about approaching the trampoline and so, he turned on the light and then looked under it from the door. He could see yet another grenade and around the trampoline, there were some more of the thin wires. In the dark, he would have touched one of them.

Forcing himself not to rush things up, he searched his way through these wires, all the time saying soothing things towards Isabelle. Finally, he had found a way to crawl under the trampoline, get the grenade and defuse it.

»All right, now, for the hero`s reward!«

He came up from under the trampoline, bent over Isabelle and kissed her forehead. Then, he took the wire from around her neck, glad it had left no mark. When he saw the agonizingly tight strap between the girl`s legs, he wanted to reach for the buckle, but Isabelle once again moaned and now, she could also shake her head. Mike frowned.

»Another trap?«

»Mph!«

»I hope it`s the last one! This is becoming redundant!«

Mike looked closer at her splayed middle. When he brushed through her pubic hair with his finger, Isabelle mewed faintly.

»It`s just for your own safety, Belle!«

He felt deeper down, between her labia and there, he could feel the wire. Mike embedded his upper body on the trampoline, right between her spread legs, and pushed himself closer until his face was only inches away from her bisected crotch. He could smell her scent and licked his lips as he carefully pushed his hands under her buttocks.

»Mmhmm?«

»Come on, technically, it is our third date!«

He could feel her tremble and heard small, helpless explosions of air coming through her nose. Obviously, the girl was giggling hysterically.

»A little bit more countenance, please!«, he said and lifted her up. Now, he could see the wire. It was tied around the crotch strap and obviously, something had been shoved into her vagina. Most grenades had the size of a fist, but there were also smaller ones. However, even such a mini grenade would be sufficient to blow Isabelle to pieces.

Not taking his eyes from the trigger wire, Mike slid one hand from under her buttock and brushed over her pubic mound.

»Now, close your eyes and think of England!«

He slowly unbuckled the strap, but kept it pulled tight to prevent Isabelle from sudden movement. With one hand, he pushed against the strap to prevent whatever was attached to it from sliding out of Isabelle. Carefully, millimeter for millimeter, he pushed the strap forward, pushing it through the wire eyelet. Isabelle groaned and trembled; obviously, the removal of the strap had caused the dull pain to turn into a burning tingle that was even more unbearable.

Mike brought his head closer and started to kiss and lick her soft flesh. He felt how she twitched as even the soft touch of his tongue hurt her, but he continued his tender massage as he worked the strap forward.

Finally, it slid through the eyelet and now, he could slowly pull the mini grenade out of Isabelle`s vagina. Placing a last kiss on her sore clit, Mike got up and showed it to the girl.

»That really puts cock-blocking to a new level!«

He cut her ankle ties and the girl moaned with relief as she could move her aching legs again. Then, he sat beside her on the trampoline, taking her in his arms.

»Jeez, Girl, all you had to do was to ring the bell!«

»Mhhmmph!«

Isabelle protested and Mike playfully kissed her nose before he unwrapped the vet wrap from her mouth, only to reveal the tightly applied tape underneath. As he unwound it, the girl let out a faint mew and Mike mocked her:

»Really? A tough girl like you that survives the deadliest traps now complains about a few hairs?«

Isabelle let out an angry grunt and Mike kissed her cheek before he removed the last rounds of tape. Underneath, a tight silk strap was tied between her lips, secured by a zip tie. Mike cut the latter and then undid the knots of the tie, kissing the corners of Isabelle`s mouth where the cleave gag had cut into her skin.

»Mmhhmm! Uuuhmm!«

Her mouth was stuffed with some cloth and Mike now pulled a totally sodden and crumpled yellow thing from her mouth that turned out to be a thong. On it, he could see the radioactive symbol.

»An atomic bomb would just have fit the collection of deadly traps around here!«

»Nngg!«

The second pair of panties was considerably bigger and it took Mike some effort to pull it from the girl`s mouth. Isabelle sank against his chest, panting and unable not to drool on his shirt. She took a few deep breathes and it took her several attempts before she could finally whisper:

»M-my panties – yo-your reward –are g-g-gone!«

It took Mike a few seconds to get it, but then, he enclosed her in his arms and smiled. Isabelle also tried to smile, but then, she just sobbed uncontrollably.

»Now, the Policewoman`s the sniffling sissy again«, he said in a friendly tone and held her tight, allowing her to cry on his chest and caressing her. He felt her thrust out breasts press against his chest and his right hand slowly wandered down her side, found her hip.

Isabelle raised her head and he saw her sweaty face, her running eyeliner, the expression of total exhaustion. And yet, she had never been more beautiful to him.

»Jolie Belle!«

He bent down and kissed her. Isabelle chortled and for a moment, her body stiffened. But then, he felt how she relaxed. Isabelle sank against him and then, she started to kiss him back.

After some time, his hand that had rested on her hip found its way between her legs. Isabelle twitched when his fingers touched her middle. But when he gently brushed over her inner thighs, she did not shy back or stop responding to his kisses.

»Obviously, she still hurts down there. But maybe, a tender massage will help her!«

He let one finger brush over her clit and when Isabelle sighed, but with pain or objection, he continued to caress her, thinking that this reward definitely beat a pair of her panties.

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