How Heroes are created 4

Whilst he held Manu and Samantha at gunpoint, the man had a short conversation with the nurse. They were speaking Arabic and Samantha could not understand a word. However, she could read facial expressions. The man was angry, of course. His captives had at least temporarily been successful in escaping and if he had a superior, he would sure be pissed. So far, so bad.

The nurse, however, showed an enigmatic smile and Samantha didn`t like the way she occasionally looked at the two girls, even more as, after a while, the man also showed a wolfish grin. Then, he handed the gun to her and left. For a second, Samantha considered trying to overpower her, but the nurse seemed alert and kept the gun pointed at them whilst she ordered them to get to their knees and fold their hands behind their heads.

»Sit straight! Maybe, if Ali sees how much you have to offer, he will be driven by lust and not by anger!«

Manu gasped and exchanged an anxious look with Samantha. The nurse looked down on them and now, Samantha noticed the cat-like elegance in her moves. Despite the plain white frock, this woman embodied sexual innuendo. Though she was still wearing her dress, she suddenly was very aware of her ample cleavage.

Ali came back, carrying a bag. He glanced at the two girls and then took back his gun from the nurse who now showed a broad smile.

»As I said, Ali is very angry and I agree with him that you have to be punished.«

She made a pause to allow her words to unfold before she continued:

»However – if you manage to amuse us, you may avoid the – harsher ways of punishment! Now, what do we have here?«

She rummaged through the bag and produced the two sleeping masks. She put them over the captives` eyes and then, Manu was ordered to stand up, but to keep her hands behind her back.

»Now, for you – what`s your name, Ginger?«

»Samantha«, the addressed croaked, angry at herself that her voice sounded so weak even before anything had been done to them.

»Now, Samantha, I want you to kneel in front of Manu!«

Reluctantly, Samantha wanted to rise, but the woman told her to get there on her knees. The blindfolded girl obeyed and since Manu was standing right beside her, she had quickly positioned herself. Now, she could smell her fragrance.

»Put your hands on her hips!«

Manu let out a fluttering breath and twitched slightly as Samantha`s fingers touched her sides, right at the waistband of her pantyhose.

»Do you play the harp, Samantha?«

»No«, she answered, puzzled at the change of subject. The nurse giggled.

»Well, but you sure have seen others play that instrument. Now, as you will agree, Manu has got nice legs. But feel for yourself!«

Samantha gulped. Now, she got what her captor meant: she should let her fingers wander over Manu`s legs like a harp player when he touched the strings. So, she brushed over the smooth nylon, felt the shapely forms and as the woman did not allow her to stop, she more and more got into it. She explored Manu`s firm calves, tenderly tickled the soft backs of her knees. At that, Manu breathed more heavily and she could feel a slight tremble, indicating that she was a bit ticklish there.

Samantha also caressed her thighs and hips and her fingers even followed the seams of her panties she could feel under the pantyhose. Finally, she was allowed to stop – but only by the next order.

»Good, Samantha! You really heated up Manu! So, she will be glad if you help her out of that pantyhose!«

Manu whimpered and Samantha whispered:

»Sorry!«

Then, she took the waistband and pulled the pantyhose down. She could avoid touching the girl on her intimate spots, but since she was still kneeling, her face came quite close to Manu`s crotch and she could smell her perspiration.

At least, the girl did not petrify or buck as she pulled the pantyhose from her feet. It was plucked from Samantha´s hand and then, she was told to stand up. A second later, she smelled something that made her shy back instinctively.

»So, you don`t like your friend`s scent?«

Again, the woman giggled and then, Samantha was told to position herself behind Manu`s back.

»Now, would you like to get whipped, Samantha?«

»At least, not by you or Ali!«, Samantha replied and the woman laughed.

»You are not faint of heart! Good! But how about Manu? Do you think she would love to get whipped?«

The frightened sound of the blonde seemed to answer that question as the nurse then asked:

»So, would you like to make sure that Manu doesn`t get whipped?«

Samantha knew that this was just the prelude of another perfidy, but she nodded and the woman said:

»Just as I thought! Now, here are the rules. I will ask you three questions about Manu and you will have to answer them. Whenever you are wrong, she will get ten lashes – and you will be the one who has to do it!«

Again, she waited for her words to settle. Then, she added:

»Of course, I know that the two of you are not that acquainted – yet. So, to be fair, you may use your hands to prove your guess. Or, let me put it that way – you will have to use your hands or the answer will be invalid, no matter if you guessed right or wrong!«

Samantha took a deep breath. Sure, this would mean more touching of Manu`s body. And indeed, the woman now asked:

»When was the last time Manu shaved her armpits?«

Whilst she felt for Manu`s arms, Samantha tried to imagine Manu whom she had seen in her underwear already. She also knew that Manu had been kidnapped some hours before her and therefore had not been able to do any personal hygiene since then.

She touched Manu`s upper arms and let her fingers wander to the girl`s armpits. The soft skin was covered by a fine film of perspiration and Manu squirmed slightly as she touched her sensitive skin. Under her fingertips, there were tiny stubbles. She brushed over them, causing Manu to giggle helplessly. Samantha withdrew and said:

»It was two days ago!«

There was a break in which Samantha heard the sound of steps and then, again, Manu oppressed gasps. Obviously, the woman now inspected Manu`s armpits to see whether Samantha was right.

»Seems like Samantha is telling the truth. Is she, Manu?«

»Y-yes!«

The answer sounded so frightened that Samantha`s heart cramped from pity. However, worse was still to come.

»Second question – what is Manu`s bra size?«

For a moment, Samantha considered lifting her blindfold a bit and to just look at the label. However, she guessed that this would be considered an invalid answer.

»Sorry, Manu!«, she whispered and reached under her arms. The other girl stiffened and she could feel her bumping heart as she touched her breasts.

»Feel inside the cups!«

Samantha`s sigh was drowned by Manu`s protest, but she didn`t dare to move as Samantha pushed her hands into the cups of the other`s bra and cupped her breasts. She tried not to grope her, but with her fingers trapped inside the cups, this was to no avail. The fact that the blonde`s chest was heaving made things even worse.

The woman made her feel Manu`s breasts for what seemed an eternity before she was allowed to withdraw. Then, she had to answer.

Quickly, Samantha thought of Manu`s breasts. She had seen them, covered by nothing but a bra, for some time, but she had focused on other things. Manu was well endowed and she was slim, but not as petite as herself. Samantha was a 32C, like her sister. So, Manu sure was a 34, but did she have C or D cups?

»If you are not sure, you might feel again, Samantha! Or, you just guess and risk a few scores on Manu`s butt!«

C or D? C or D?

»You may want to unclasp her bra. It will come off soon, anyway!«, their relentless mistress of ceremony said. Samantha felt for Manu`s back and brushed over her skin.

»I should have taken a better look when I had the opportunity!«, she whispered. Manu let out a faint sound that could have been anything, from an oppressed chuckle to a sob. Samantha opened the clasps and then, she cupped Manu`s breasts for the second time. She spread her fingers to get a good feel and then, she said:

»She`s a 34D!«

Manu`s fluttering breath she could feel very well was a sign she had guessed right, but obviously, the woman was not satisfied and ordered Manu to say whether Samantha was right.

»Yes!«, she breathed.

»Yes, what? I can`t hear you!«

»Yes, I am a 34D!«, Manu croaked. The nurse told her to take off her bra and then to put her hands behind her back again. Then, Samantha could hear steps, indicating that not only she was closely inspecting Manu`s exposed boobs, but also Ali. The man said something in Arabic and the woman chuckled before she said:

»Ali just said it`s kind of unfair that you were allowed to grope her whilst he could just watch. So, here`s the deal: I will now ask you the third and last question – and for as long as it takes you to answer, Ali will be allowed to touch Manu`s breasts!«

Manu pleaded, but the woman only shouted in a sharp tone:

»Don`t you dare taking your hands from your head! Where you are going, you will be glad if it will be just a few hands touching you against your will! Now, Samantha, question number three: does Manu trim her pubic hair?«

Before Samantha had fully gotten the consequences of that question, she heard a whimper from Manu; obviously, Ali had started to grope her boobs and she doubted that he was the most tender man on earth. With a sigh, she put her left on the blonde`s shoulder and pressed it in an affirmative gesture whilst her right wandered to the girl`s belly. However, the woman interrupted her:

»You are irritating Ali! Feel from behind!«

Samantha took a deep breath whilst Manu gasped. Perhaps, the man had just pinched her nipples. Her hand went to the panties` waistband and she slowly pushed her hand inside, feeling Manu`s buttocks.

»Now, close your eyes and think of Brussels sprouts!«

She pushed further and felt how Manu stiffened when Samantha`s fingers touched her labia. Samantha forced her hand further, brushing over the soft flesh and then, she could reach up for the other`s pubic mound. At least, this time, she could give a definitive answer immediately.

»She doesn`t trim!«

Quickly, Samantha withdrew her hand, reflexively wiping it at her dress. The woman now made Manu lower her panties a bit, so she could see if Samantha was right. Then, she said:

»Ali, take care of her!«

There was a short time that was filled by nothing but some faint rustling and clinking, accompanied by occasional sighs from Manu. Obviously, she was tied up again. Then, the woman ordered Samantha to take off her dress.

»A feisty girl like you won`t mind if we change the rules a bit!«

There was a shriek of pain from Manu and then, Samantha felt the other`s face at her belly. When she then went further down, Samantha understood: since Manu`s hands were obviously tied, she had to explore her pantyhose-clad legs with her mouth. She could feel Manu`s warm breath through the thin nylon, but she forced herself to hold still.

The next step was for Manu to remove the pantyhose. Samantha felt her grab the waistband with her teeth and now, she had only one possibility to make things easier for the blonde: she wriggled her hips and did almost a belly dance on spot so Manu could get the hose down to her ankles. Then, she pulled her feet out of it whist Manu still had the nylon between her teeth.

»Raise your arms!«

Samantha obeyed and then, after another painful squeal – she guessed that the nurse was pulling Manu by her scalp – she felt the soft blow of a breath at her armpit, followed by the brushing of soft lips. When Manu carefully licked over her sensitive skin, she could not help shuddering.

»Sh-she has shaved them this morning!«, Manu stammered and Samantha said that this was right. Then, she felt fingers brush over her armpits, as if the woman wanted to make sure.

»Seems you are right, Manu. So, I will make things easier for you. But before: Samantha, remove your bra!«

Samantha reached behind her back, opened the clasp and quickly took off the garment. It was not the first time she was forced to strip by criminals and she had survived the previous times, too. She did not try to hide her boobs and when she was ordered to put her hands behind her head again, she did so.

»Now, Manu, since you have only one mouth, you will be allowed to concentrate on one of her breasts. Ali will take care of the other. The game is over when you tell her correct bra size!«

For a second, Samantha thought of spoiling the game by announcing her size, but she feared that the woman then would whip her – and maybe, Manu, too. So, she gulped and steeled herself for the inevitable.

Ali`s hands were strong and he handled her left breast as if it was some stress ball. Samantha oppressed a sigh and tried to concentrate on what Manu did to her right. The girl placed her lips on her breast and brushed over it. Then, she became less shy and took a bit of it into her mouth. Samantha felt the careful touch of a tongue at her nipple and a tingle strayed through her chest.

»That`s not that unpleasant – ouch!«

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted as Ali squeezed her nipple. Samantha gasped and reared up, involuntarily pushing her other breast against Manu who either held against it or was still in the woman`s grip, for now, the forced kiss became more intense.

»Look, seems Manu`s got the touch!«, the woman crowed when Manu was finally allowed to withdrew, »she seems to have enjoyed it!«

Samantha could not help blushing as a finger encircled her hardened nipple. Ali grunted something in Arabic and gave her other nipple another painful pinch.

»Now, what is your answer, Manu?«

Samantha knew that the blonde was in a worse position than she had been. When Manu had last seen her, she had still been wearing her dress and in addition, it was far easier to guess the size of something by feeling it with the hands. However, whether by luck or because she had really sensitive lips, Manu answered:

»She`s a 32C!«

»She`s right! I am a 32C!«, Samantha said without being asked, just to get this over sooner. She knew that now, Manu would have to check her pubic hair – with her lips!

The nurse obviously checked the label on Samantha`s bra, for she was silent for a few seconds before she said something in Arabic. Samantha heard some rustling and then, the steps of Ali approaching her. He cuffed her wrists behind her back and then, something was buckled around her neck. It felt like a leather collar, quite stiff and some four inches wide. Samantha then felt that he grabbed the chain of her handcuffs and forced her to raise her arms. It was a straining position, but Ali fixed the chain to her neck collar and then, he stepped close behind her.

»A glimpse of your future, bitch!«, he hissed and reached around her, firmly cupping her breasts whilst his manhood pressed against Samantha`s butt. The woman approached and said:

»Ali`s joking, Samantha! Your future won`t be that pleasant! So, just enjoy some tenderness from your friend!«

She removed Samantha`s blindfold and she could see Manu kneeling close to her, clad only in her panties and also sporting a neck collar. Her wrists were also tied at the back of her neck, forcing her to thrust out her ample boobs. Then, she saw that the woman held something close to her face. It was white and smelled of sweat and something else. It was Manu`s pantyhose.

»What do you say when Ali squeezes your boobs?«

Ali increased the pressure on her breasts, literally clawing his fingers into them. Samantha tried to oppress her squeal, but finally, she opened her mouth.

»Aaauuhhmmph!«

With firm fingers, the nurse forced the worn pantyhose deep into Samantha`s mouth. Then, her breasts got a short break from getting fondled as Ali grabbed her scalp and held her head still whilst the woman wrapped five rounds of duct tape over her mouth and around her head. Then, his hands cupped her breasts again and the nurse directed Manu towards her crotch.

Samantha, still coping with the taste of Manu`s sweat, feet and body in her mouth, felt Manu try her best in exposing her middle. The problem was that Ali was pressing against her back and so, the panties were less easy to pull down. In addition, Samantha was wearing a thong and so, there was less fabric to grab with the teeth. So, it took Manu some time until she could finally touch Samantha`s pubic mound with her lips. Samantha panted as she felt the girl breathe over her soft skin and brush over her pubic hair.

»Sh-she has sha-shaved it off – e-e-except for a small strip!«

»It`s called a ›landing strip‹! And look – Samantha`s a natural redhead!«

The nurse removed Manu`s blindfold. The blonde stared at Samantha`s pubic area. Then, blushing, she apologetically looked up to Samantha who nodded slightly, trying to signal to Manu that it wasn`t her fault.

To Samantha`s surprise – and relief! –, she then shooed away Ali and stepped behind her instead.

»Oh, I love the sight when a thong disappears between the buttocks!«, she breathed and pulled up the panties, giving Samantha a slight wedgie. Then, she assisted Ali in gagging Manu with Samantha`s pantyhose and five rounds of tape.

»Now, get on your knees, Samantha!«

She did as she was told and was now kneeling some two yards away from Manu. The woman and Ali now made them get closer to each other, encouraging them to speed up by slapping their buttocks. Finally, they were front to front, the tips of their boobs touching.

Ali produced a belt and tied their legs together right above the knees, so both girls had to fight for balance and had to choose if either their breasts were meshed and grinded over each other – or, they could press their loins against each other. Samantha feared that now, crotch ropes would be forced on them when the woman produced a roll of twine and cut two lengths. However, she took Samantha`s thong and tied the rope off where the thin lacy strip between her buttocks met the waistband.

»You are more the fullback panty type, Manu? Well, you now may experience how a thong feels!«

The blonde`s eyes widened as the nurse grabbed her panties and pulled them between her buttocks before tying off the other twine to it. Then, she handed the end to Ali whilst she took the rope dangling from Samantha`s thong.

»In your near future, you will have to know your place! And so, we will start by forcing you on your knees and to stay on one place!«

Close to the ceiling, the room had some horizontal pipes, either a part of the heating or for other purposes. Ali and the woman each slung the twines over one of the pipes on opposite sides of the room and pulled. The ropes, now in a 45 degree angle, pulled on the girls` panties and made them tighten between their legs and dug into their crotches. In addition, they had to thrust their butts towards the respective wall and so, they had to press their boobs harder against each other. Their captors tied the ropes off and then, she stepped closer to Manu.

»Come on, things could be worse!«

She brushed over Manu`s soles. The girl sent helpless blows of air through her nose and wriggled her unbound lower legs as she tried to oppress her reaction to the tickling. Ali did the same to Samantha`s feet. Then, obviously disappointed she wasn`t ticklish, he slapped her bare soles a few times.

»Now, we will leave you two alone!«, the woman announced whilst Ali grabbed their discarded clothes and put them into his backpack.

»I will even leave the light on for you two. Don`t be afraid to get carried away – we will sure find someone willing to finish whatever you started!«

She pranced out of the room, followed by Ali who made an obscene gesture towards them. Then, the door fell shut and a moment later, Manu and Samantha heard the turning of a key in the lock.

***

»Wait until we call you! That`s some great advice!«

David had went to the Police to report Cordelia`s disappearance and Mike had accompanied him, for David`s French was only average and he also thought that the man could need some support, for the Police Officer at Boulogne wasn`t very helpful. Obviously, they considered the whole thing as an elaborate prank.

»Monsieur, no rapist would put up such an effort to lure your girlfriend from Edinburgh to Boulogne! Most likely, this is some practical joke and right now, she is sitting together with the pranksters, sipping Champaign and watching you via a hidden camera! Maybe, she has initiated the whole thing, just to see how you react on her disappearance!«

Mike had seen that the layer of self-control that prevented the Officer by getting punched by David was getting thin and so, he had persuaded him to leave his number and to follow him outside where they sat on a bench. Mike offered a cigarette to the man, but David shook his head.

»Cordelia hates smoking! And I actually don`t like it either!«

»Well, if that`s her biggest problem right now, we can be glad«, Mike replied and lit his cigarette. After all, it was his first for the day. David looked at him.

»You – you mean that this is not a prank?«

Mike could read the man`s thoughts: the whole situation didn`t seem like a practical joke – but the alternatives were not very pleasant to even think of. He took another draw and then, he said, lowering his voice:

»What has Cordelia told you about her past?«

David gulped before he answered, also whispering and looking over his shoulder, though they were alone and speaking English:

»She – she told me that she was kidnapped by some criminals. No further details. Cordelia said that she would tell me, but needed some time and so, I didn`t push her. She also meant that – that she had not been harmed in a way that time and love could not heal!«

David`s voice trembled a bit and Mike put his hand on the other´s shoulder. Then, however, he decided to keep to the truth:

»One of these criminals went to prison and he will still be inside for another two years. However, he is very rich – and he has a younger brother. And that brother`s supposed illegal activities is the second reason I am here, except from seeing my girlfriend!«

Now, David moved away from him a bit and focused Mike.

»What are you? A Policeman? A Secret Agent?«

Mike decided to keep things a bit vague:

»I am on your side and maybe, I am better in solving such problems than the Police here. Definitely, I am more competent than the Officer we just spoke to!«

The other man showed a mixture of disbelieve, mistrust and hope.

»So, what are we supposed to do now? Just sit and wait, like this masterpiece of competent Police work told us?«

»Well, we will have to wait for the kidnappers` next step – but we won`t do it here! First, we will go shopping!«

»For what? A gun?«

Mike smiled.

»Some clothes and a toothbrush for you. After all, your suitcase is missing, too, and this may take some time. But then, we will do a trip to the countryside!«

David seemed not very convinced and so, Mike added, now becoming serious:

»If the man I suspect is behind all this, he might also prey on the woman who got his brother behind bars. And this woman is no other than a certain Lieutenant Isabelle Marceau – aka the future Mrs. Michael Dunbar!«

***

The limousine drove over rather uneven ground. At least, Cordelia guessed so, for she could not see and also was too afraid to concentrate on details.

The ride had started quite normal, with the chauffeur being polite and friendly and the two other guests being reserved, but also behaving like typical businessmen. Cordelia had wondered a bit that both the chauffeur and the two other men looked Arabic, but that could have been just a coincidence: in France, many people from Morocco or Algeria lived and worked and on an international meeting, there would of course also be people from Arab countries.

She had been sitting on the back seat, separated from one of the men by an armrest, whilst guest number two sat on the passenger seat. The men and also the chauffeur had been silent and only when she had taken out her phone to send a message to David, the man beside her had suddenly grabbed the phone.

»How dare you-«, she had started, only to see that the one on the passenger seat was leaning backwards, pointing a gun at her. Cordelia had stared at him and her jaw had dropped.

»Wha- whaaauummph!«

The one who had taken her phone unceremoniously had stuffed his pocket square into her mouth. Instinctively, Cordelia had tried to fight him off, but the other one had raised the gun and told her to hold still.

The man beside her had cuffed her hands behind her back and then, having pushed the cloth deeper into her mouth, had placed a piece of tape over her lips. Then, an opaque hood had been pulled over her head, blindfolding her effectively.

The whole assault had lasted just a minute and all the time, the chauffeur had steered the limousine through the streets of Calais. Cordelia was confused and frightened. Who were those men? What did they have in mind with her? And where was David?

»Mhhmmph!«, she had protested. The man beside her had put his hand on her knee. Again, she was wearing a rather short skirt and so, only the thin nylon of her pantyhose protected her from the unwanted touch. When she had tried to protest, she had felt the barrel of a gun pushed into her side and so, she had endured getting her leg caressed.

»Don`t worry, Sweetie, we have strict order to deliver you in one piece! If you behave well, you won`t get hurt!«

 However, the man had proven that his definition of »not hurting her« was quite different from Cordelia`s. he had continued to caress her thigh, pushing up her skirt and stopping a mere inch before he touched her crotch. Whenever Cordelia protested through her gag or tried to squirm, he increased the pressure of the gun and so, she had no choice but to endure the groping.

Worse than the man touching her were the fear and the uncertainty. What the hell was going on? Could a kidnapping in broad daylight happen in France? However, Cordelia knew that kidnapping could also happen in hotels at small German towns or on islands frequented by tourists. Memories of her previous ordeals began to haunt her and mixed with the fear of what the immediate future would bring. Was this the continuation of an old nightmare – or the beginning of a new one? Neither option was pleasant!

The car came to a halt, indicating they had reached their destiny.

***