In some lonesome Valley 14

»Why does my own body be so mean to me?«

Cordelia knew it was just a physical reaction, but she could not help reacting exactly the way Guylène wanted her to do. The French had started to encircle her right nipple with the ice cube until it hardened, only to then turn to her left with the cold teaser whilst she started to use her free hand on the other one. Cordelia had squirmed and pleaded through her gag, but Guylène just continued the massage – and it didn`t leave her indifferent. The slight tingle in the tips of her breasts increased and she had to accelerate her breathing to oppress a sigh that Guylène might have misinterpreted as passion.

The ring gag prevented her from moving her jaw much and this also had an inconvenient side effect. Guylène had gagged her with just one pair of her panties and since her mouth wasn`t stuffed full, she had to keep the sodden cloth from getting too close to the back of her throat by pressing against it with her tongue. Cordelia shuddered when this forced her to swallow.

»Uuhhgg!«

»If you say so, Titsabobbing!«

Guylène playfully pinched her right nipple, causing her to gasp. Then, she withdrew her hand with the dripping, half melted ice cube from her left and brought her mouth closer to it.

»Mmhhmm, iced topping!«

She licked over Cordelia`s nipple and then started to kiss it whilst her other hand increased the massage. Now, Cordelia could not oppress a small moan and the tingling and growing warmth and involuntarily, she began to adjust to Guylène`s caresses-

»Hhrrrrrrmmmmmm!«

She screamed through her gag and reared up in her seat as Guylène without warning cupped her pubic mound, pressing the ice cube against her clit. The cold sensation made her buck and thrash in her bonds for several seconds before she managed to regain self-control.

Of course, this had also considerable effects to Janine to whom she was tied back to back. Ahmed had fondled her breasts the traditional way and he laughed when suddenly, she began to twitch and squirm under his hands.

»Wow, seems I still have the touch!«

He increased his massage and Cordelia felt how Janine`s shoulders grinded against hers and how the other`s hands, tied in her lap, moved. At least, Guylène had let the ice cube go and now was just groping her right breast with her left, seeming a bid absent-minded.

»What the- is she texting?«

Indeed, in her right hand, half hidden under her skirt that had slid up a bit, Guylène was typing a message with her cell phone, hardly looking at the display and pretending to be busy fondling Cordelia. Then, she finished her message, let the phone disappear and smiled at Cordelia, blinking at her with one eye before again bending forward.

»Mmhhmm! Uuhmmmm!«

Guylène placed her hands on her breasts, but her massage seemed a bit – less goal-oriented. Her hands were there, they felt irritating, but Cordelia no longer felt as if the other was trying to really tease her. A little voice deep inside her even was about to call out:

»Hey, you can do better than that!«

Cordelia felt a bit confused where that thought had come from, but then, another realization made her shiver: Guylène hadn`t lost her touch – but her movements were meant to push and shove Janine, so she reacted to Ahmed`s caresses even more. Whenever Ahmed increased his fondling, Guylène held against it, using Cordelia as a buffer, so to say.

»What game is she playing?«, Cordelia asked herself, »And who are her pawns? Just Janine and me, or Ahmed as well?«

***

Benoit had always preferred living in the city to the countryside and so, he would have looked forward to spending a few days at Point Beta even without the beautiful Black as his captive. The place with the mysterious name was actually just a three room flat at Lyon, just luxurious enough that Ahmed would not feel like living in a barrack compared to his usual standards. But it was more than sufficient for one person (even if he brought an unwilling guest) and it was located in a modern building close to the city center.

The only bad thing about Point Beta was that he was now stuck in Lyon`s commuter traffic and the stop and go now went on for half an hour and he still had one and a half kilometer to go.

Some half a meter above him, Aminata was recognizing the car`s slow pace, too. When Benoit had started at the chalet, she had twitched and gasped, the only reaction the stringently bound and packed and thoroughly gagged woman had left. She knew that the vibrator inside her was connected to the car`s engine, but as Benoit steered the car down the curvy mountain roads, she realized that the faster the car got, the less the toy buzzed – and vice versa.

On their way down the serpentines, it had just been annoying, just adding to the discomfort of her predicament. Aminata had shortly tried if there was any give in her bonds, but to no avail. Her arms and legs were securely tied, including several zip ties that could only be removed with a knife and also saran wrap around her body. Her fingers were taped and she could hardly move a muscle, since she additionally was strapped down to the bottom of the ski box she was in. Her gag was so effective that when she had tried to scream her lungs out, not even she had heard her moans over the sounds of the car.

»He really knows what he is doing!«

As they had reached the highway to Lyon, the vibrator had almost died down and with nothing else to do, Aminata had thought about her captor. The tall, bulky man who despite his muscles moved with considerable smoothness. The man who had rendered her into a helpless bundle, who had fondled her – and called her »Amy«. Amy!

The nickname sounded a bit ridiculous in her ears; it just didn`t fit a six foot athletic woman that held a black belt in both Karate and Tae Kwon Do and could break a serving tray between her thighs. And yet – he had her under his control now. She couldn`t move nor scream and she remembered how he had showed her he could do with her what he wanted.

Benoit had stroked her sides, triggering her ticklishness, though he had not tortured her. He had proved her that he could do it if he wanted. Then, he had touched her breasts. Aminata could literally feel how he had squeezed them – not gently, but also not brutal. The memory wasn`t unpleasant and she closed her eyes, reliving the rough and yet intriguing massage. Involuntarily, she moved her hips the little her tight bondage allowed, to feel the vibrator more. She had lost herself in her daydream, almost believing that the vibrator felt with her and grew faster.

»Mph!«

Aminata blinked as she realized that the toy had indeed accelerated. The car was now moving the speed of a snail and it now buzzed inside her at maximum level. She tried to calm down, but felt that it was too late. The stimulation was irritating her more and more and at the same time, she felt that, immobile as she was, it would not get her over the brink.

»Mph!«

Collecting all her strength, Aminata pushed up her pelvis, straining the straps that held her. She managed to push the protruding end against the box`s lid, but after some seconds, she had to lower her hips. When she did so, she felt a short, slightly painful tug. This was accompanied by a much more blissful shiver as the vibrator rubbed over her clit as it came out of her a bit.

Aminata couldn`t see anything, but she realized what had happened: the end of the vibrator had somehow got wedged at the lid and when she had lowered her body, the tape fixing it had come off. Now, it still was inside her, but when she thrust forward her hips the next time, she felt how the buzzing toy pushed deeper inside her, rubbing over her most sensitive spot. Aminata took a deep breath and then, she tried to accelerate her moves.

»Let`s see what comes first – our arrival at Point Beta, me getting muscle cramps or my orgasm!«

Panting, Aminata concentrated on finding the answer to that question.

***

Not stopping to kiss her, Mike had continued to gently brush over Isabelle`s sore middle until she finally had arched her pelvis against him, accompanied by a sound that was half a groan, half a sigh. He had felt the heat and moisture as he cupped her pubic mound and to know that her wanting him had overcome her pain and fear made him want her more than ever before.

That was when he heard the sirens.

»Tell your colleagues they are a bunch of cockblockers!«, he had sighed when he had interrupted the kiss and sat up, withdrawing his hand from between Isabelle`s legs. The way she looked at him, her reddened cheeks and her moist open lips, the way she had sighed unwillingly when he had taken his hand from her most intimate spot – all that forced Mike to oppress the urge to continue what they had started with all might. He knew if he had given in to his desire, they would not have stopped before a member of the SWAT team would have patted his shoulder.

»I should better set you free now, Belle!«

He sat beside her, allowing her to lean against him. His left hand began to undo the laces of her armbinder whilst with his other hand, he cupped her right breast. Isabelle cuddled closer and breathed:

»Setting me free, hm?«

»I only need one hand for these laces – and besides, when we were on the roof the last night, I could only touch your left. I don`t want the other one to become jealous or to think I don`t like her.«

Isabelle giggled and leaned her head against him.

»You always find a compelling argument! You really should become a lawyer!«

»Hey, no need to become insulting!«, Mike protested and playfully pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp. Then, he finished removing the armbinder. Isabelle weakly moved her arms, aching as her newly gained freedom felt painful at the beginning. Mike said:

»I would like to offer you a massage, but I am afraid I have to go before your colleagues arrive.«

He picked something from the floor and then turned towards Isabelle who had set up and tried to get to her feet.

»Allow me!«

He cradled her in his arms and Isabelle slung her arms around his neck. He grinned down at her and said with a wink:

»No more ham and eggs for you, you gained weight since last night!«

Isabelle stared at him, totally aghast. Then, she saw the twinkle in Mike`s eyes and she could not help laughing. Flailing her legs, she pulled on the hair at his nape.

»Oh, you terrible insensitive person! Maybe, you just feel weak since you haven`t got enough blood above your waist currently!«

His joking helped her to lose some of her tension and made her say something she wouldn`t even have thought under normal circumstances. Mike let his eyes wander over her nude forms and complained:

»Yeah, blame me for that, beautiful Belle!«

As he continued admiring her, Isabelle blushed and lowered her head.

»Don`t stare at me!«

»Why?«, Mike asked with a drawling voice. He ostentatiously stared at her still hard and erect nipples.

»Is it because you can`t hide that you also like it, just a little bit?«

He let his eyes wander down to her pubic area.

»Or is it because it isn`t all sweat what is moisture on your body, sweet Belle?«

»Rot in hell!«, she mumbled, but when she looked up at him between a few tresses of her disheveled hair, he could see that though she was blushing deeply, a smile curled her lips. As he approached the door, he became serious and sighed:

»I am afraid your colleagues have just missed getting Guylène and the other thugs! Too bad she will escape!«

As he walked along the corridor and towards the stairs, Mike could feel that the girl in his arms had stiffened and obviously was struggling with her inner self. Then, she raised her head and said one word:

»Mathieu!«

Mike frowned and Isabelle explained:

»When the man grabbed me, they also had Guylène in their clutches, but within a minute, she managed to persuade them to let her go and then, she even participated in-«, she gulped, »in arranging me the way you found me. Anyway, she told about an informant she has. A Policeman from Grenoble called Mathieu!«

Mike looked at her with fascination. Quickly, he rendered the information.

»You mean that this Mathieu knows where she is?«

Isabelle looked up at him.

»I don`t know – but Guylène`s now a criminal on the run and thus, having such a connection is worth pure gold. It`s not much, but it`s the only hint I can give you!«

She gulped and her voice sounded a bit hoarse as she continued:

»This is information I should have only given my colleagues! But- But I-I think, y-you – aw, look what you made out of me! A traitor to my uniform!«

He wanted to say something, but then, he noticed something had changed. After a few seconds, he realized what it was: the sirens had stopped, indicating that the Police had reached the parking lot.

»I think they will be up here in less than five minutes.«

He gently lowered her to the floor, but kept her in his arms.

»Can you walk the stairs by yourself?«

The girl nodded and he said:

»I would have loved carrying you into the sunset, but I have to go now, I`m afraid. The time is just enough for me to reach the roof – and for you to put on the uniform you are just betraying! So, see you, sweet Isabelle!«

He kissed her and Isabelle, who had noticed that he had said her full name, felt tears in her eyes. She blinked and breathed:

»Will I see you again?«

Mike took his hands from her and turned towards the wall. After some seconds, he held something to her. Questioningly, Isabelle looked at a tiny, crumpled piece of yellow cloth. It was Katja`s thong with the radioactive sign that after a little Odyssey had finally ended up in her mouth. She looked at them despondently, but then she saw that he had written something on them. It was a cell phone number.

»Just text me whenever you like!«

He kissed her lips and then, he said with an assuring smile:

»Now, it`s Policewoman again, not sniffling sissy!«

»Rot in hell!«, Isabelle replied when Mike now darted up the stairs, but he could hear that her voice trembled. He forced himself not to look back and headed towards the garden, ignoring the three moaning and squirming naked girls in the living room.

***

Usually, driving the Bentley had a relaxing effect on Amir. Not only was the luxurious car a convenient place to sit in, even for long journeys, but he also liked to drive and had become Ahmed`s chauffeur to combine duty and passion. This time, however, he was rather strained.

The reason for this was right behind him, separated from him by a tinted and soundproof glass that could only be opened from the other side, since Ahmed sometimes had business talks in his car and preferred to have some privacy. The glass was actually so thick that Amir could hear whatever music he liked whilst his employer slept or held video conferences.

Amir`s problem was that this time, he wasn`t holding video conferences, but had his way with no less than three pretty women. Two of these were his slaves, naked, gagged and bound to his mercy. And the other one, though maybe still dressed, was his future partner, not only in business affairs.

He slammed his fist on the dashboard, though he regretted it immediately having mistreated the car. But he could not shoo away the memory of how he had had the naked Guylène kneeling to his feet, how he had forced her to suck the barrel of his gun. And just minutes later, she had been Ahmed`s senior partner, commanding both the Prince and him around.

He saw a road sign that announced Geneva was just 28 kilometers away. This meant that at least, they were close to the border. Ahmed had already taken care that his private jet would be ready when he arrived at the airport. Amir gritted his teeth: Ahmed would fly to Qatar, together with Guylène and his two new slaves whilst he would have to stay behind.

At least, he would be allowed to use the Bentley until Ahmed came back. And perhaps, he would at least get a few last views and gropes when he helped packing the slave girls for transport. A small consolation!

The Bentley`s rear windows were tinted, but now, they were steamed up, despite the air condition, so nobody would have seen anything from the outside anyway. Had an innocent passer-by been able to have a look, he sure would have been intrigued, horrified or both.

Guylène, despite wearing just a light dress, was sweaty like the other girls, though she seemed the least occupied by the sexual encounters inside the Bentley. Cordelia knew a thing or two about multitasking, but even in her current plight, this was just unbelievable!

The French still had one hand on Cordelia´s breast and held against whenever she sensed an impulse from Janine or rather Ahmed, but she seemed more occupied by her cell phone; repeatedly, she looked at it, though she seemed keen on keeping the phone hid under her thigh. Cordelia would have loved to know what she was planning, but she was also occupied with the massive irritation from behind her back.

Ahmed had been raised not only with a golden spoon in his mouth (his parents would have considered silver spoons as satisfying for the servants), he also had repeatedly been told that he was a born leader and good in everything he did. In his business, he had so far not disappointed his high self-esteem: having inherited some ten million dollars from his father, he now, 18 years later, had some half a billion. Now, if he followed the idea of Guylène and they brought their businesses together, he would finally be a real billionaire.

However, becoming even more rich was not Ahmed`s only ambition: he also prided himself that no woman ever left his bed (or car) unsatisfied.

Of course, some of the women who shared the bed with him were rather biased: slave girls feared his wrath, escort girls would have told him anything as long as he paid. And if he bought a new slave, sheer fear could make her call him the greatest lover under the sun before he had even opened his zipper.

Therefore, he preferred women like Janine. She was, though still pretty and crispy, a woman with some life experience and could not easily be impressed by anyone with dangly bits. In addition, she was a former Policewoman. She was tough. In other words, it would be a challenge to conquer that fortress!

He had started by groping her breasts, to see how she would react to that. Janine had just looked at him with contempt, though he could see that she was not as calm as she pretended to be. Then, when Guylène had forced Cordelia to twitch and squirm by pressing the ice cube against her clit, he had kept his hands on her breasts and just followed her involuntary moves. Still, Janine did not stir.

»A tough nut!«, Ahmed frolicked and bent forward, kissing Janine´s neck. Now, she mewed and tried to turn away from him, but he just continued. The same moment, he reduced massaging her breasts to a soft caress, more brushing over them than actually groping. Janine still shifted with uneasiness, but this was just the beginning.

Without warning, he pushed his hand between her open thighs and groped her pussy, so tight Janine mewed and reared up. He kept his grip tight, though just a little painful, whilst he continued kissing her breasts or gently caressing them with his other hand.

The psychology of this technique was rather simple: unable to escape him, the helpless girl had just the choice between two evils; the painful grab between her legs or the rather tender attack on her breasts. Sooner or later, her subconscious would look for the easier way out, trying to focus on her boobs to get distracted from her middle.

Janine moaned and writhed and after a while, he felt how her breath became more rhythmically and her nipples grew hard.

»Time for a change!«, he thought.

»Mmhrrrrrmmmm!«

Janine screamed through the panties stuffing her mouth when he twisted her nipple. Arching back his head, he now alternately pinched her buds, but at the same time, his grip on her pussy had changed into a tender massage.

Janine could not help it: sooner or later, her helplessness made her look for the lesser evil and then, she focused on the more pleasant stimulation. Waves of pain and such of growing arousal strayed through her body, entangled with each other and seemed to enlarge each other.

»Ooouuhhmmmm!«

She groaned, but not from pain, when his fingers finally slid into her.

»When have I become so wet?«, she asked herself, but then, she felt Ahmed stiffen his fingers and move them back and forth whilst his thumb was playing with her clit and he kissed her neck whilst groping her left breast.

»Mhhmmm! Uuhhmmmmm!«

Janine writhed, but now, it was no longer the desperate attempts to fight him off. She arched her back, thrust her hips as he accelerated her moves and her fingers flexed and clenched.

Since her wrists were bound in Cordelia´s lap, her unwilling companion could see that and looked at her wriggling fingers as if it was a snakes` nest. She felt the constant rubbing of Janine`s back against her own, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, and whenever the other`s bound leg twitched incontrollable, the rope fixing it to her wrists rubbed over the soft flesh between Cordelia`s legs.

»Ump! Ooooooohhhhmmmmmmmm!«

Cordelia felt Janine`s butt bump against her own as Ahmed thrust his fingers deep inside her. Then, Janine stiffened and seemed to vibrate slightly. Ahmed had pushed forward, but when he withdrew, he did so rather slowly and crooked his fingers so they brushed against the upper wall of her vagina. Janine felt strays of bliss and she moaned and panted as Ahmed again thrust forward and then let her enjoy his slow withdrawal.

Guylène now looked out of the window and suddenly, she let out a few strange sounds, something in between a sigh and a sharp breath. Every time she exhaled, she pushed Cordelia against Janine and suddenly, Cordelia understood: she was faking that she was having her way with Cordelia as Ahmed was with Janine.

»Hhrrrrrrmmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmmm!«

This time, Janine reacted more agitated, throwing back her head and at the same time pushing her pelvis forward. Guylène put her hands on Cordelia´s breasts, kneaded them shortly and then pushed her against Janine one last time. Then, she withdrew, blew a kiss towards Cordelia and slid through the door of the car that had stopped, though only Cordelia had noticed it.

Ahmed continued to have his way with Janine and despite events coming thick and fast real soon, he at least did not have to interrupt his series: Janine exploded in the throes of a heavy orgasm and was still spasming and screaming through her gag as Ahmed had already been grabbed by two Policemen who were putting him in handcuffs.

The Policemen who had stormed the Bentley from two sides were staring at the remaining inmates, two naked and gagged women, bound back to back and glistering with sweat. One of them just looked at the two men who stood in the door at her side, blushing all over from embarrassment, whilst the other only opened her eyes when she had ridden the wave of her climax to the end.

Their ordeal was over, but the overwhelming emotion of both Cordelia and Janine was rather embarrassment than relief.

***

The attack had been fast; as soon as the Bentley had stopped at the control post, the SWAT team had stormed, giving neither Amir nor Ahmed a chance of even thinking to reach for a weapon. In the heat of attack and then distracted by the two naked damsels, none had noticed that shortly before the Bentley had stopped, a woman had jumped out and ran for a nearby car. It had driven off as soon as she was in and then had disappeared in a sideway before anyone had really noticed Guylène`s escape.

»Phew! That really was good timing, Mathieu!«

Mathieu Boulanger smiled a bit nervously. He took off the woolen cap and his fake beard. Though the car was not traceable towards him, he had decided to put on a disguise, too.

Some time ago, Guylène had texted him:

»Track my cell phone, follow grey Bentley. Criminals inside, need your help for escape!«

It had been quite difficult for Mathieu to manage that, but he wasn`t on Guylène`s payroll for nothing. He had so far managed to delay the assault on the chalet and now, he listened to the reports his colleagues sent from there. Of course, he didn`t get the details, but he heard that the colleagues had freed two victims of kidnapping and obviously also arrested an Asian human trafficker, but there had been no sign of Guylène Delacroix or any other criminal businessmen.

But now, Guylène was offering him an opportunity not only to distract his colleagues from what he had done, but also to shine: obviously, whoever was in the Bentley with Guylène was a criminal and she wanted to present them to the Police.

Since Mathieu had some half officially tolerated informants among the criminals of Grenoble, he could fake to have gotten the tip about the grey Bentley and he had also prepared Guylène`s escape by requiring a car from a trustworthy car salesman he knew and organizing his disguise.

Via some more short messages, he had told Guylène that the control would be shortly before the Swiss border and that she should run for a silver Peugeot once the Bentley would be ordered to stop.

Now that everything had worked, Mathieu relaxed a bit. He had now helped a wanted criminal to escape, but if he held his head low, this would never come to daylight and he would be another 20.000 € richer. He reached for the backseat and handed Guylène a plastic bag. It contained a prepaid cell phone (she had left her own in the car, since it had been tracked anyway), 1.000 € in cash and a passport. The latter was a fake she had bought a few years ago and deposited at Mathieu if ever such a thing should be necessary.

»Thank you, Mathieu! Now, get me to a nice little hotel!«

Mathieu obeyed and on the way, Guylène explained him her further plans: she would contact her lawyer the next morning and he would start negotiations with the judiciary whilst she herself would remain in the hiding. In exchange for a general pardon, she would hand them enough evidence to not only get Ahmed behind bars for years, but also some of her other business partners.

Guylène smiled. A few hours ago, she had been naked, bound and gagged and gotten her butt spanked by Linh. Now, she was free again and with a little bit of luck, she would not only soon regain her position in business, but also get rid of a few rivals.

»Now, I have owned me some sleep!«, she thought and yawned heartily as Mathieu stopped the car at a small hotel in the next village with the strange name of Pierre Grande. She looked into her new passport and said:

»Don`t forget, I am Alexandra Bouvier now!«, she said and left the car. She knew that with the help of her lawyer, she would soon need a new alias, but for a few days, it would be sufficient.

Guylène checked in and if the hotel owner, an old man with glasses and a hearing aid, wondered why she had no luggage, he didn`t say anything and just handed her the keys as she paid in cash for three days in advance.

The room was plain, but clean and after a short trip to the bathroom, Guylène stripped to her panties and lay down on the bed.

»I hope Aminata likes it at Point Beta«, was her last thought before she dozed off.

She doubted that her own security would allow her to take care of the Black`s freedom and so, she decided that her Lady`s maid was just another loss before she, Guylène, would rise to new heights.

***