In some lonesome Valley 15

Lieutenant Etienne Levasseur stopped for a few seconds when he had reached the top of the stairs. Being a sportive man, he had left his team members behind, but running several floors in his bulletproof vest and helmet made even him a bit short of breath.

By some strange mistake, the incoming emergency call by the local Police had been delayed, though it definitely wasn`t every day’s stuff:  human trafficking, kidnapping and all that taking place in a house like a fortress. In other words, he and his SWAT team would see real action.

They had reached the chalet and found their worst concerns come true: at the parking lot, a Police car was standing, left by its owner. A short check told them it belonged to the local Police force, but when they called the Office of Saint-Martin-dans-les-Alps, the seemingly slightly confused Policeman could only tell them that his superior, Capitaine Isabelle Marceau, had not been at the Office yet.

Malik, his expert for explosives, had blast away the lock of the garage´s side door and they had stormed, giving each other backup and feeling adrenaline pump through their veins. However, in the garage, they had seen nothing more spectacular than a seemingly expensive Porsche.

Since the lift could turn out to be a trap, they had used the steep stairs beside it and now, Etienne was facing an iron door. He forced himself not to open it with a kick, but instead to listen closely.

He frowned and tightened the grip on his gun. There was a faint humming coming from the other side. From behind, Etienne heard his team approach and he carefully pushed down the door handle. To his surprise, it wasn`t locked and as soon as some light fell through the gap, he could see that no wires were attached to the door. He took a deep breath; then, he burst the door open and jumped into the corridor.

»Mmhhmmm! Uuhhmmm!«

His eyes fell on a naked woman, tied to a chair and facing him. She was an Asian and she was tied in a quite revealing and straining position, as her feet had been tied behind her neck, giving him a full display of her nude front. The lower half of her face was covered with silver duct tape and on her belly, he read »Evil Gangster Bitch«.

Beside her, on a table, he saw another naked woman, sitting astride the table with her hands behind her neck. She also was gagged and Etienne could not help noticing her big, firm boobs pointing at him. The girl was tied to another nude blonde that sat opposite to her, fixed to her companion by her knees.

»Police?«

Etienne spun to the side, aiming at the door from behind which he had heard the voice. Meanwhile, his crew members entered the corridor, gasping and staring at the three naked women. From behind the door, a female voice now said:

»I am Capitaine Isabelle Marceau! I am unarmed and I am coming out now!«

Etienne watched as the door opened, ready to fire. A small redheaded woman stepped out, presenting him her open palms. She was wearing a slightly crumpled uniform and Etienne lowered his gun. Then, he made a gesture to his men to free the captives. Isabelle now approached him and said:

»Please, the Asian woman, she`s a criminal! I will explain everything, but be careful with her!«

At the same time, the three girls seemed to battle in moaning and grunting, all trying to be freed first so they could tell their version of the story. Etienne looked at Isabelle. She looked disheveled and sweaty, as if she had also suffered from whatever had happened at that chalet. He also noticed that she was barefoot. However, she also seemed as if she knew what she was saying and so, he ordered:

»Free the blondes first! And take care that the Asian doesn`t get away! But – release her legs and get some blankets!«

Linh fumed through her gag as she had to watch helplessly how Katja and Nancy were cut loose. Etienne turned towards Isabelle, only to see she had disappeared. However, the petite woman had just sunk to the floor and was now leaning against the wall. Her skirt had slid up her bent legs and he got a glimpse of her bright yellow panties before she closed her knees, blushing slightly.

»Sorry, but this has been quite an ordeal! I will make my report, but I just need a few minutes!«

So, she just sat there, staring at the wall and noticing the outer wall as if it was behind a wall of cotton wool. Only when Katja, now covered by a blanket draped over her shoulders, approached and hugged her, she woke up and closed her arms around the blonde.

Isabelle saw the tall blonde standing beside Katja and noticed she took her hand as soon as Katja let her go. The Policemen were busy searching the rest of the chalet whilst two were escorting the still tied and gagged Linh towards the lift, ignoring her muffled protests. Isabelle gulped and then waved both Katja and Nancy to bend down to her.

»Listen!«, she whispered, »a few minutes before the Police came, a man rushed out through the garden door.«

Nancy, who had more or less regained her countenance, nodded.

»Yeah, he overpowered Linh and trussed her up – but he made no attempts to set us free!«

Isabelle reached up, pulling both girls even closer.

»He saved my life and maybe, even yours! It may seem otherwise, but he is one of the good guys! I will explain it to you later, but could we agree upon talking about him as little as possible?«

After a few seconds, Nancy and Katja nodded. Then, the two blondes withdrew, holding each other`s hands and whispering to each other. Isabelle let out a deep breath. She wasn`t sure if she bought Mike some time by what she just had done, but it was the least she could do to help him in perhaps getting Guylène into his hands.

When she had reached the corridor some minutes before, she had heard her colleagues behind the door and made a selfish decision: instead of freeing the three tied and gagged girls, she had quickly picked her shirt and skirt and withdrawn into the small toilet where she had hastily got dressed.

Isabelle shifted her legs. The feeling underneath her skirt was a bit awkward, and not only because of the vanishing tingle from the agonizing crotch rope. Noticing that she had still been carrying the yellow thon in her hand, she had decided to put it on to keep it hidden from anyone`s eyes. Isabelle usually never wore thongs and it felt strange as the string nested between her buttocks and how the skirt´s cloth rubbed over her butt as if she still was naked. In addition, the thong was still wet with her saliva.

And yet, the strange feeling down there remembered her of Mike and so, it was precious to her.

***

At about the same time when the Police stormed the chalet and Ahmed got arrested, Benoit reached the parking garage of »Point Beta«. At that time of the day, it was nearly empty, allowing him to park close to the lift, so he only had to carry the ski box for a few yards before he could get to the highest floor. Benoit listened closely, but could only the faintest of noises come from the inside.

When he had placed the box in the apartment`s living room and carefully closed and locked the door, he opened the lid. The gush of musty air hit him like a fist and he stared down on the sweat-clad, still tightly wrapped and packed Aminata.

»Welcome to Point Beta, Amy!«

Aminata blinked at him, her bust heaving and her nipples literally pointing at Benoit. He now could notice the fragrance coming from her middle and he grabbed the protruding end of the vibrator that had now stopped buzzing. Grinning, he asked:

»So, you couldn`t finish?«

For a few seconds, the girl answered his view, but then, she lowered her eyes and nodded slightly. Though she had been able to move a bit, this had only caused the vibrator to tease her even more, but had just not been enough to get her over the brink. Benoit now pushed the vibrator deeper inside her and a faint groan came from the back of Aminata`s throat.

However, the man now pulled the toy from her vagina. Aminata responded with an angry, frustrated chortle. With her jaw locked, forced to bite down hard on the two pairs of panties filling her mouth and with tape and vet wrap covering her mouth that was all the sound she could make.

Benoit now loosened the straps and heaved her from the box, putting her over his shoulder. As she weakly moved her bound lower legs, he spanked her butt as he carried her towards the sleeping room and tossed her on the double bed. Then, he knelt beside her, putting his pranks on her ample boobs.

»So, will you be a good girl, Amy?«

Aminata shook her head and Benoit squeezed her breasts in a rough, but not brutal way that made her rear up.

»You know that I have to punish you if you are a bad girl?«

Aminata nodded and he again kneaded her boobs. Aminata groaned.

»I could be forced to spank you, Amy!«

He turned her on her belly and hit each of her buttocks ten times before turning her back and he said:

»So, will you be a good girl?«

She again shook her head and Benoit now brushed over her sides. Aminata cringed and let out a high pitched, barely audible sound. Benoit tickled her for a while until she was gasping for air and then, he lay down beside her, caressing her sweaty, disheveled hair.

»So, you really want to be bad?«

Aminata nodded and Benoit bent forward and kissed one of her nipples.

»Even though you know I am turned on by bad girls? Especially if they are strong and helpless at the same time?«

His hand wandered down, felt the warmth of her lap and Aminata arched towards him, again nodding emphatically. Benoit kissed her forehead.

»Well, don`t say I didn`t warn you, you bad, bad girl!«

As he began to undo her leg ties, taking some time to carefully cut all the tape, saran wrap and zip ties, both he and Aminata had the same thought:

Hopefully, it would be a long time until Ahmed would need Benoit`s services again!

***

It was getting dark when Mike reached Pierre Grande and parked his car close to the backside of the only hotel in the village. He was tired and his various bruises and scratches hurt.

»When this is done, I will sleep for three entire days!«

After he had left the chalet and driven towards Grenoble, he had phoned one of his old contacts from his time at the Secret Service. The man was the proverbial hacker: socially awkward, but a genius with a keyboard and he had been able to have a look at the personnel of the Police of Grenoble, noting every man with the first name Mathieu. There had been two Mathieus, but one of them was the dog trainer whilst the other was working at the Central, helping to coordinate the missions of the different squads and so, Mike had concentrated on him.

It had been afternoon when Mathieu Boulanger had returned from Pierre Grande and entered his home where Mike had already been waiting for him. When he had been greeted by a gun aiming at him, he hadn`t even tried to call for help. And then, Mike had made him an offer he couldn`t refuse:

»We know about your encounters with Guylène Delacroix! And soon, your colleagues will also know! Now, here`s the deal: tell me where I can find her and you have the time between now and the point where someone else gets suspicious to wipe your tracks and to even hide the money she gave you. Refuse and you will lose not only the money, but also your position, your freedom and maybe your health!«

Of course, Mathieu had tried to pretend that he had no idea who Guylène Delacroix was or that he had no idea what this was all about, but Mike had just waited, ostentatiously looking at his watch from time to time. Finally, Mathieu had blurted:

»She`s at Pierre Grande, at the hotel!«

»Merci beaucoup!«

He had risen from his chair, smiled at Mathieu and then chopped his neck with his left. Before he had left Mathieu`s house, he had destroyed both his phone and cell phone, though it was unlikely that he would warn Guylène once he had regained his consciousness. He would rather try to do as Mike had told him and either hide evidence or store his bribe money somewhere where the Police would not find it. Mike didn`t mind whether Mathieu got away with it; his goal was Guylène!

The hotel was small, but at least, it had an internet presence, telling him that it had six rooms, of which only two were single rooms. According to the website, the latter were at the ground floor and so, he kept an eye on the windows there. Behind one, he saw a man having a phone call, but the other room`s windows were dark.

Mike sneaked closer and ducked under the window. Then, he peaked through the gap between the window´s frame and the curtain. He could see that someone was lying on the bed and carefully, he worked on the window with his picklocks until he could open it. He grinned as he now heard a faint snore.

From his pocket, he now took a plastic zipper bag. It contained a soaked rag and taking it in his right, he once again looked around and then, he climbed into the room.

Guylène opened her eyes when he jumped to the bed, but it was already too late. Her surprised scream was choked by the cloth and the petite woman was no match for Mike. He held her in a vice grip as she moaned and struggled. As her moves became slower and weaker, he whispered:

»Your ex wants to see you!«

»Uuhhmmph!«

Guylène`s eyes widened and for a last time, she tried to buck and shake him off. Then, her eyes twisted and she collapsed. Mike left the cloth over her mouth and nose for another minute and then, he got up. Only now did he notice that Guylène was only wearing her white lacy panties.

»How accommodating!«

A minute later, Guylène had zip ties around her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles and the panties were resting inside her mouth, secured by rounds of tape. More tape covered her eyes. Mike put the unconscious woman over his shoulder and left as he had come. Then, he loaded her into the boot of his car and drove off.

He had already phoned his employer who awaited him some 25 kilometers away from Pierre Grande. Mike parked his car close to the white van that showed an ambulance emblem and had a Swiss license plate. As he got out, a man in a suit exited the van, followed by two men in orderly dresses who carried a stretcher.

»Mike!«

»Monsieur Leblanc!«

The two men shook hands and Mike opened the lid of his trunk. Leblanc looked down on the unconscious naked woman and gulped.

»She`s still a beauty!«

»And yet a beast!«

Leblanc chuckled and patted Mike`s shoulder. Whilst the two men put Guylène on the stretcher and carried her to the van, Leblanc went for the passenger seat and fetched a briefcase.

»Two million in cash, as we agreed upon! You want to count it?«

Mike shook his head.

»As long as this isn`t blood money.«

»I am not a murderer and I do not intend to become one. She will just get as she deserves!«

Mike had little other chance than to trust Leblanc and so, he took the briefcase and the two men shook hands for the last time. Then, Leblanc entered the van and it drove off, towards the close Swiss border, whilst Mike got back to his car where he took the shirt he had worn when he had been at the chalet from his bag. It had soaked Isabelle`s sweat and he took a deep breath before he drove off to find a place to sleep, feeling an inner emptiness, though he had accomplished his mission and was two million € richer.

***

Though it had felt like an eternity to Nancy and Katja, after all they had gone through, it had only been one night they had been away from their hotel room and so, the owner hardly made a comment when they came back, though both were dressed rather provisionally in clothes the Policemen had found at the chalet.

They had given their statement and had had a short check by a medic who stated that they were both physically unharmed and could leave the hospital at their own risk. Both were relieved, not only because their own ordeal was over; when they had still been at the Police Office, they had been told that Janine and Cordelia had also been freed. Nancy had even been able to have a phone call with Janine. Her colleague was still at the hospital, but she had ensured Nancy that she would recover.

»I just need a long rest and then, I will overthink my future at the organization. After all, my goal is to free helpless damsels in distress, not to be one myself. I just was so – so helpless!«

Janine`s voice had broken and she had interrupted the call so Nancy couldn`t hear her cry. Nancy had gulped. She knew that Janine was a strong woman, but obviously, she had endured even more than she and Katja had. She was sure that she would return to service sooner or later and for the moment, Nancy was absolutely okay with her needing a rest, for she had other things to care about, too.

»So, though we actually didn`t do very much to save Janine – do you think we can call our pact fulfilled?«

Instead of an answer, Katja tugged Nancy`s T-Shirt from her leggings and pulled it over her head, revealing that the tall blonde was wearing no bra.

»Hello again, Melon 1 and 2!«, Katja breathed as Nancy`s ample boobs bobbed right in front of her eyes. Nancy kissed Katja and the girl slung her arms around her neck. Then, she pulled herself up and also slung her log legs around Nancy`s waist.

»I hope the hotel owner has noise cancelling headphones!«, Katja breathed.

»Ye haw!«, Nancy yelled and the two girls let themselves fall on their bed.

***

The awakening the next morning was a bit strange for Cordelia and that was not just due to the unfamiliar atmosphere of the hospital. She had slept well, thanks to both her exhaustion and the sedative she had been given. Now, she felt that she was hungry, too.

She and Janine were at the same hospital, but in different rooms. Like her former co-captive, Cordelia was physically okay, but it would take some time to recover from her ordeal.

Currently, it felt strange to her that she was not the least restrained and that under her nightgown, she was wearing a pair of panties. Fresh, clean panties that nobody wanted to rip from her to shove them into her or someone else`s mouth. She shuddered and then, she gasped when she heard a knock at the door.

It was one of the nurses, carrying a tray with coffee and some croissants. She was followed by a woman with red hair wearing civilian clothes. It took Cordelia a while to recognize the Policewoman that had been stripped naked and then bound and gagged the day before, whilst she and Janine had been forced to watch.

»Miss White, I am Capitaine Marceau! Please, if you don`t feel well, I-«

Cordelia forced herself to smile and sat up whilst the nurse put the tray on her nightstand. When she had left, Isabelle sat down on the chair beside the bed and Cordelia asked:

»So, you are also free!«

Isabelle nodded. She had proposed to talk to Cordelia and Janine since she had been through a similar ordeal and indeed, the possibility to omit some details when making her statement helped Cordelia in telling Isabelle the few details she didn`t already know. Isabelle finally took Cordelia`s hand and said:

»Miss White-«

»Cordelia, please!«

»Cordelia, all I can say for now is that I have two good news and one bad. The first good news is that we managed to keep most of the – more spicy details out of the press and even out of the records. There will be no reporters asking for you and since Janine already said that she would make a statement in court, you may even be spared that. And that`s the second good news: we already have enough evidence against Prince Ahmed to keep him behind bars for some time, despite his expensive lawyers!«

Cordelia, who was even more relieved that Linh had gotten arrested, smiled, but then, she frowned and asked:

»Now, what`s the bad news?«

»We still have no sign of Guylène. When we tried to arrest her informant at the Police, it turned out that the man had left his house and now is on the run, too. It`s just as if she`s vanished into thin air!«

Isabelle lowered her head and thought of Mike. Could it be that he was behind Guylène´s disappearance?

***

»Mmhhhrrrmmmm! Uuhhmmmmmph! Mph!«

Guylène screamed through her gag and squirmed in her bonds, though she could not move much and even if she had been free, her cell that had the size of a phone boy and whose walls were padded with heavy rubber pads would not have allowed much movement anyway.

She had awakened from her narcosis only to find herself in that predicament. Guylène was wearing a straightjacket whose straps had been pulled tight, especially the one that went between her legs, chaffing her soft flesh, as the restraining garment was the only item she was having on her body. The straightjacket seemed to be a special design, for it had two neatly stitched openings that left her breasts free.

Guylène felt a painful tingle in her breasts and when she looked down on herself, she found that two iron clamps, connected by a thin chain, were biting into her nipples. Her ankles were tied to the ends of a two feet spreader bar and a collar around her neck was fixed to the wall by a short chain so she could not lie down or stand up.

A series of tightly applied straps held a leather cup over her mouth and chin and on the inside, a leather ball was attached. In addition, something soft stuffed her mouth and Guylène could tell from the taste it was a pair of panties. She hoped that it were her own.

»Mmhhhmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm!«

She sat up straight when the door, padded with rubber like the rest of her tiny cell, was opened and two men stood in the door. One was wearing a white smock and a surgical mask. The other one was wearing a shirt and business trousers and when Guylène recognized the man, her eyes widened and she screamed into her gag.

»So, you haven`t forgotten me, Guylène! I almost thought so, since in all these years, you never sent me a postcard, let alone visiting me in my cell!«

»Hhrrrrmmmmmmm!«

The man looked down on the woman that tried to shy back towards the wall, though he did not behave aggressive. Instead, he smiled, but there was also a sad expression in his eyes.

»All these years, five years and six months to be exactly. With no chance of parole for I refused to plead guilty and to show active repentance, as they put it. You did good work when you feigned all these accusations against me. Me, your rich husband who turned out to be abusive and also had embezzled money that belonged our company. Which is now your company, congratulations!«

Guylène stared at Antoine, her former husband. She had indeed married him for his wealth and then, it had been quite easy to get him charged. It hadn`t cost her more than some 100.000 € to get him behind bars and to become the sole owner of their real estate company.

»I have to admit you were quite successful in the years I was in jail. You turned my 120 million into some 500. So, let`s talk in a language you understand: let`s talk about money!«

Antoine now unfolded a large sheet with lots of little circles on it.

»On this sheet, there are 2001 circles – one for each day I was behind bars. Don`t you consider it fair that you will stay my guest for the same length of time?«

Guylène mmphed and Antoine continued with a sardonic smile:

»You may, however, reduce your sentence: I know that now that you are a wanted criminal, you don`t have access to all your money, but with your secret accounts, you should be able to make some 200 million. So, here`s the deal: one day of your life for 100.000!«

Guylène stared at her ex-husband. She needed no calculator to know that getting free would also mean getting broke. However, her bondage already felt straining, the strap between her legs hurt and she felt a growing urge to pee. Antoine rolled up the sheet and said:

»You may of course considering to stay my guest for a few days or weeks, so you still have some pocket money when you are free. However, as you sure will agree, everything comes at a cost: Your room here`s quite luxurious and comes at 50.000 a night. Two meals a day, 10.000 each. Bathroom privileges, 1.000 each minute. And not speaking of the costs to avoid our special treatments!«

»Mmhhmmm?«

In a monotonous voice, Antoine rattled off:

»Getting rid of the nipple clamps, 1.000 per hour and nipple, no crotch strap 3.000 per hour, having the neck collar removed during the night 5.000!«

Guylène let out a long scream of sheer horror. Antoine had gone mad in prison and now, she had to suffer from it!

»Oh, and have I mentioned our special days. Spanking Sunday, Tickle Tuesday, … Well, just think about it, Guylène!«

Antoine stepped back, looking on his moaning ex-wife as she thrashed in her bonds. The orderly closed the door and asked:

»Do you think she will give in, Monsieur Leblanc?«

Antoine looked through the peephole of the cell. He knew that the man asked because currently, Antoine owed the chief doctor of the secluded Swiss sanatorium a considerable sum, including the two million for Mike`s services. However, he was sure that his plan would work. Sooner or later, Guylène would transmit him or rather Dr. Malineux all the money she had left and then, he and his accomplice would be made men.

Since the formalities would take a few weeks, he would be able to have some fun with Guylène even if she gave in today. And once she was stripped of her money, he would indeed set her free. For Guylène, money was everything, so she would be nothing without it.

He closed the peephole, patted the orderly´s shoulder and said with a devilish grin:

»We will ask her again in two hours or so – shortly after you gave her her enema!«

***

The man who had introduced himself to Isabelle as Mike secretly opened his trousers. As usual, his mother had surpassed herself in the kitchen and his parent`s neighbors, the Burgess and the Singhs, had also brought some goodies to the improvised party. Mike was already a bit drunk, but he felt good for he was the reason behind the three families` happiness.

He had grown up in a poor working-class district in Sheffield, in a small brick house so typical for these areas. His parents both were blue collar workers, but they had drudged so he could attend a good school and so, Mike considered himself to be deeply in their debt. But now, he could pay them off!

The street had been bought off by some real estate big shot – someone like Guylène. He had then offered the tenants that the houses would be modernized – which meant that the rents would be tripled and soon, the old community would be replaced by Hipsters who wanted to live in an »authentic« working man`s house. Among these victims of the so called »gentrification« would have been his parents and their neighbors, too.

Mike could not save the whole street, but the two million he had gotten from Leblanc for helping him to get Guylène into his clutches had been enough to buy the houses of his parents and their closest friends, the Burgess and the Singhs. Now, he was their landlord and so, they could stay where they had lived their entire lives and since he had reduced the rents, they could even afford some modernizations, too.

»You are a good person, Ozzie!«, a slightly tipsy Mrs. Singh said and pinched his cheek like she had done when he had been a little boy. »Mike«, or rather »Ozzie« among his folks, smiled enigmatically and said.

»Depends on whom you ask!«

He again thought of Guylène who definitely wouldn`t agree with his mother`s Bridge partner. But then, his thoughts wandered to Isabelle. The beautiful Belle who hadn`t used the number he had given her yet. He wondered if she would call him a good person.

»Don`t ask for whom the Belle tolls, it tolls for thee!«

»Geez, you`re drunk!«, his father grunted and Mike joined in the laughter around him.

The End