How Heroes are created 6

Brought up by a single mother who had worked hard to afford the Lyceum she and her younger sister attended, no one could usually call Isabelle a »spoiled brat«. However, she recognized that she had adjusted quickly to the VIP treatment at the sanatorium. Except for the limitations on alcohol and the early meal times, it was like being at a spa for the really rich.

»Maybe, I should quit my job and see how long Mike can afford me as a trophy wife!«

She chuckled at the thought of what Mike would say if she told him that Samantha had called him her »sugar daddy«. Would he laugh? Or would he say that she had made Daddy angry and needed to be spanked?

»Oh my God, what happened to me? I used to be an independent, strong woman!«

And yet, her work at Marseille seemed so far, far away, though at least, the weather there would be better than here. She cuddled into her bathrobe as she saw the grey sky and that soon, the next rainfall would come.

After Samantha had left, she had felt so good that she had sent a WhatsApp to Lioba, thanking her for her card and even asking for her new address. Somehow, she still hoped that she and her could become friends. They had so much in common, not just their taste in men.

In a heroic effort to save her slim waist (and because she had overeaten on the cakes she and Samantha had had), Isabelle had decided to skip dinner and to go to bed early, but only after her massage. She had asked the nurse that seemed to be there almost exclusively for her and she had said, with some regret:

»I am afraid Marco is booked up today already!«

Marco was a huge man who looked like a chucker-out, but he knew how to use these muscles. When he had first kneaded her shoulders, Isabelle had had to oppress her sighs of pleasure. Of course, Marco`s talent was not exclusively for her and the man had always a tight schedule.

Before she could even ask when Marco would have time again, the nurse suddenly cleared her throat and seemed to force herself to say something. Isabelle smiled down on her (the girl, an Arab named Aida, was just some 5`1`` and so, it was one of the rare occasions Isabelle was the tall one) and asked what she had on her heart.

»Well, if you would like having a massage, but do not insist on Marco, there would be a possibility, though it would be like a consolation price.«

Aida looked so coy that it would been impolite if she hadn`t asked what she was talking about, though Isabelle had more or less decided that she wanted to wait for the next time she could enjoy Marco`s magic hands.

»I – I am doing a qualification course, to become a masseuse, too! I haven`t finished the course yet and of course, I am lacking Marco`s muscles, but if you`d like to give me a chance-«

Now, Isabelle had the chance to either be rude or to accept the offer. She looked at Aida, her slender figure and the petite hands. But she also saw the glimpse of hope in Aida`s eyes and so, she decided to give it a try!

»Thank you, Madame! If you want, we can begin immediately! Room three should be free!«

So, she followed Aida to the small room that was furnished only by an upholstered massage bed with a hole for the face if one was lying on the belly and a few cupboards, containing towels, bottles of oil and other things.

»Please, put your robe over there, Madame, we can start immediately!«

The usual dress code at the spa was bathing clothes and a bathrobe and Isabelle had adjusted to that, too. She took off the bathrobe and the sandals and then, after checking that the curtains were closed, she also removed her bikini top. The first time, when she had been with Marco, she had been reluctant to do so, but he had given her a feeling of security and in addition, Aida was a woman, too.

Dressed only in her turquoise bikini bottom, she approached the bed where Aida had draped a towel over the padding and also a small pillow over the hole. So, she would start with her front. Isabelle felt a bit awkward presenting her bare breasts to a woman she hardly knew and would now touch her, but it would have felt strange if she had withdrawn now.

»This is an old technique from Southern Arabia! Have you ever heard of it, Madame?«

»Could you please call me Isabelle? Otherwise, I feel twice my age!«

»Certainly, Ma- Isabelle!«

Aida even dropped a slight curtsey and once again, Isabelle felt that she should enjoy being treated like a Princess a bit less. Then, however, she saw that Aida put two strange items on her hands. It looked like pads and in the middle, it had something that looked like a ball.

»This is called the ›sand beetle‹ – just something to stimulate your nerves before they get relaxation!«

She began to rub over Isabelle`s body and she noticed that the balls inside the pads were loose and could rotate. In addition, they were made of some rough material and they indeed sent a slight tingle through her.

Aida was obviously stronger than she looked, for the massage felt good. Isabelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the new experience. It was indeed a bit as if a bunch of beetles was walking all over her, but the tingling wasn`t unpleasant. Quite the opposite. Isabelle opened her mouth when she felt the massage pads on her breasts, but decided to have Aida do her job. She was a professional and since the room was warm, she just hoped that her nipples would not grow hard.

»Now, you have to turn around, please!«

With a sigh, Isabelle obeyed and Aida removed the pillow so she could place her face inside the hole. She felt the nurse gather her hair and remove it from her nape before she used the massage pads on her back, too. Then, she announced:

»The next step will be the sand pebbles. Are you still interested?«

Curious, Isabelle agreed and then, she gasped as Aida placed a smooth stone on her back. It was so hot it just didn`t hurt, but after a while, it felt good and she sighed with pleasure as Aida continued to cover her back and shoulders with more of the hot pebbles.

»Now, could you fold your hands at the back of your head?«

For a second, it reminded her of an arrest, but then, she obeyed. Aida placed two more pebbles at her armpits and Isabelle twitched, but then enjoyed the warmth straying through her.

»I hope the next step won`t be a sand storm blowing all the pebbles away!«

Aida giggled.

»How do you know?«

Isabelle felt Aida`s hand touch her folded fingers. Then, she suddenly increased the pressure, forcing her head into the hole in the bed.

»He, whaaauuummphhh!«

She saw an approaching shadow and then, a cloth was pressed over her face. Isabelle tried to break free, but Aida, who indeed seemed to be stronger than she was, leaned on her hands and thee back of her head whilst pressing the damp cloth on her mouth and nose with her other hand. Isabelle smelled a strange scent and she double her efforts.

»Mmhhmmph! Uuuhmmmmm! Mhhmmmph!«

Blindfolded, she flailed her legs, trying to kick Aida, but to no avail. She again screamed through the cloth, but when she tried to catch breath, she inhaled more of the fumes and already, she felt that the narcotic worked. Isabelle felt panic come up within her and now, she again tried to pull her hands from the vice grip. She managed to free her left, but it swung through the air as Aida stood to her right.

»Hrrrmmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm!«

She felt that the narcotic began to work and frantically, she reached for Aida`s wrist and tried to pull it from the back of her head. As a response, the grip tightened and now, she feared she would choke. Her grip on the other`s wrist became loose and the flailing of her legs also became slower. Once again, she tried to rear up, but felt as if her body weighed a ton.

»Mmhhhhmmmm!«

»Relax, Isabelle! It`s almost over!«

Her hand let Aida´s wrist go and her left arm slid down and dangled to the ground. Isabelle`s feet kicked against the padded bed in a few helpless spasms and she mmphed through the cloth a few more times, barely audible to her. Then, she shuddered and stopped moving. Everything around her went black.

Aida waited for another minute before she removed her hands and the cloth. Then, she went for the door and waved towards the blonde orderly who was looking nervously at her.

»A hand, please!«

The man reluctantly entered and stared at the unconscious woman, lying on her belly with one hand and one leg dangling from the bed. The floor was covered with the stones that had fallen from Isabelle`s back during her struggles. Aida went to a corner and brought a wicker basket on wheels.

With the help of the man, she stowed the unconscious Isabelle inside the basket and put both her bathrobe and a few towels on top. Then, picking up Isabelle`s bikini top, she asked:

»You want a souvenir?«

The man shied away as if the bra dangling from Aida`s fingers was a poisonous snake. She shrugged and put it into the basket, followed by Isabelle`s sandals, before closing the lid. Then, she ordered:

»Please, get the room in order for me! Oh, and before I forget: here`s something for you! A little advance payment, so to say. You will get the rest as soon as we are done here!«

She handed the orderly a small plastic bag. Whilst Aida maneuvered the basket trolley out of the room, he looked inside. He saw some white cloth and a lacy strap; it was a folded bra. His eyes fell on a small label, saying »34D«.

At the corridor, Aida smoothed her uniform and then pushed the basket towards the main door. The laundry was across the yard and she would have a lot to explain if someone ordered her to open the basket. However, it was very unlikely that someone would do so.

When she left the building, she saw two men who were about to enter. The smaller one held the door open for her whilst the other one seemed a bit absent-minded. Aida thanked the man and then continued her way towards the laundry room.

At her back, Mike quickly checked his looks in the reflecting glass of the door. He was accompanied by David and first of all, he wanted to see whether Isabelle was all right, but that didn`t mean he wanted to look disheveled when they met.

Then, he and David approached the reception to ask for Isabelle Marceau.

***

»It could be worse!«

This sentence had become Cordelia´s mantra during the last hour or so, since her captors had left her alone in what seemed to be Harun`s office. She was tied, but the position was tolerable; her wrists were tied behind the backrest, straining her arms, but it was at least upholstered, as was the seat under her butt. The way her legs were tied to the armrest meant that she could not close her thighs, but the position wasn`t painful and at least, she had not been stripped completely.

In the mirror on the opposite wall, she could see herself, the white bra and the beige pantyhose that did little to conceal her white panties. It was embarrassing, but still, the essentials were covered. Cordelia pushed against the cloth in her mouth. Her scarf was quite big, even now that it had soaked her saliva, and it was of course not pleasant to be gagged at all. But at least, she didn`t have to chew on her – or another woman`s! – used panties.

However, this about summed up the positive aspects of her captivity. The man in whose clutches she was Harun Ibn Badr, the brother of the man she had helped to bring behind bars, albeit in a very minor role. She had just been in the car when Ahmed had been arrested, naked, bound and gagged. Actually, she had been kidnapped by Guylène Delacroix and the devilish Linh. Cordelia shuddered. Could it be that they were involved in her kidnapping, too?

She shooed away that thought. It had been Guylène who had made Ahmed`s arrest possible and Linh and he had also not parted as friends. So, it was unlikely that they had allied now. In addition, Harun had only spoken of his brother – but he had mentioned an »old friend of her«.

»Was it his way to tell me that Linh or Guylène are here, too? Or – perhaps, he hasn`t been ironic at all!«

There was only one person who fit the intersection of being one of Cordelia`s friends, living in France and having a relation to Ahmed`s arrest – Isabelle Marceau!

»Mph!«

Cordelia gasped as the door was opened. Bound as she was, she had difficulties in spinning the heavy chair around, but suddenly, she felt that it was turned by the person who had just entered. It was a woman in a nurse`s uniform and for a second, Cordelia hoped that she would be rescued. Then, she noticed that the woman had not come alone.

Beside her stood Jemal and he was carrying a person over his shoulders. Cordelia could see two dangling legs, naked and obviously those of a woman. Jemal`s hand rested on a butt clad in turquoise panties.

»Prince Harun is busy, but he told me that he has promised you`d meet an old friend!«

Despite using Harun`s title, the woman didn`t look very submissive. She was small and petite and under other circumstances, Cordelia would have called her attractive or even pretty. She wore her sleek black hair shoulder-length and she had high cheekbones and a roman nose. This, in combination with her slight accent and her skin color, indicated that she was an Arab, too. Obviously, Harun only trusted his own entourage.

A bit unceremoniously, Jemal now placed the unconscious woman on the desk whilst the woman turned the chair so Cordelia had a good look at her. She gasped once again and then coughed into her gag as she had swallowed the wrong way.

There, in front of her eyes, was Isabelle Marceau, naked except for the bikini panties she was wearing. She didn`t move, but her heaving chest indicated that she was still alive.

»I haven`t told her yet that you are our guest, too! So, it will be a big surprise!«, the nurse said in a way as if she was organizing a surprise party. She then said something in Arabic and Jemal produced a coiled rope. He cut four lengths and then positioned Isabelle in a way that her head hung over the small edge of the desk. Then, he used two of the ropes to tie the girl`s wrists to the desk`s legs. With fearful fascination, Cordelia looked down on the other`s head, upside down and with her mouth slightly open.

»She looks a bit like a carp that way!«, the woman giggled and though the situation wasn`t funny in the slightest, Cordelia felt the urge to chuckle hysterically, too. She lowered her head to avoid looking at Isabelle`s face.

Jemal used the other two ropes to tie Isabelle`s ankles to the desk`s other legs, bending her legs over the table top and thus forcing her to lie with her legs spread. The nurse controlled the tightness of the bondage and then again gave an order in Arabic. Jemal grabbed Isabelle`s hair and lifted her head and at the same time, the nurse pushed Cordelia`s chair forward.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

She hardly managed to avoid getting her feet squeezed between the chair and the desk. The woman made sure that the front side of the chair was in touch with the desk; then, she pulled a lever and the seat went up, until it was only slightly lower than the desk. Now, Jemal embedded Isabelle`s head on the seat, right between Cordelia`s open thighs. At the same time, the nurse fixed the brake on the chair so Cordelia could not move away.

She felt the touch of Isabelle`s hair at her inner thighs and she knew that if the other moved too much, she would also push against her crotch. Her lower legs now dangled over Isabelle`s arms and brushed over them. Cordelia was sure that, if she tried, she could also reach Isabelle`s breasts with her feet – not that that would have gotten any of them closer to freedom!

Jemal now brought a box with cotton wool pads and then, he and the woman began to thoroughly stuff the unconscious girl`s mouth. Cordelia was dismayed how much cotton wool they crammed into her oral cavity before her mouth was sealed with some ten rounds of tape. Cordelia cringed and mewed, for the two did not care how much they touched her thighs and crotch in the progress of tightly winding the tape around Isabelle`s head.

Next, the woman placed two more cotton wool pads over Isabelle`s eyes and secured these with five more rounds of tape. Then, she tore off two more pieces and placed them on the desk´s edge. Then, she looked at Cordelia.

»What do you think, will she recognize you, even when she`s blindfolded? Well, of course, if you two were really close friends, she might recognize your scent!«

She winked and Cordelia could not help blushing. Then, the woman produced something from the pocket of her frock that looked familiar and frightening at the same time: a stethoscope. She carefully worked the plugs into Isabelle`s ears and fixed them with tape. Then, she took the end with the membrane.

»Do you recognize the song, Cordelia?«

She began to hum and indeed, she knew the tune: it was »Roxette«, one of their greatest hits. »Listen to your heart«. She knew what the evil woman had in mind, a moment before she pushed the membrane into her left bra cup.

»Nnggg! Mmhhmph!«

»It only feels cold for a few seconds!«, the nurse giggled, deliberately misunderstanding the source of Cordelia`s discomfort. Then, she said something towards Jemal and he left the room. Before she disappeared, too, she let her eyes wander over Isabelle`s nearly naked, stretched out body. She frowned and then, she pushed her hand into the unconscious girl`s panties. Then, she bent over Cordelia, took the waistband of both her pantyhose and panties and peeked inside, ignoring the gagged protest. With a malicious smile, she announced:

»Next time I go shopping, I must not forget to get some wax!«

***

The woman on the sanatorium`s reception was friendly, but since this was more a hotel than a clinic, she could not tell where Mike could find Isabelle. Also, she did not allow him to wait for her in her room as one of the orderlies had reported that she wasn`t there.

»I don`t think she`s out for a walk«, she said, pointing outside where a drizzle had just begun. »Maybe, she`s at the sauna or at the gym. You may wait for her in the lobby!«

Mike frowned. Most likely, Isabelle was really on one of these spots and would appear in the next hour. However, patience wasn`t his strong suit and in addition, David also wasn`t in the mood for sitting around whilst his girlfriend most likely had been kidnapped.

»So, what will we do now?«, David asked, »Call the Police again?«

»If I do so and Belle shows up five minutes later, returning from a leisurely time at the sauna, they will think we are two weirdoes and will also no longer take Cordelia´s disappearance serious.«

He sighed and took out his phone.

»Let me just try one thing and then, we will wait for, let`s say, one hour. She can`t be in the sauna or gym forever!«

At least, the receptionist had told him that he was not the only one who had asked for Isabelle that day. Some hours earlier, a young woman who had said she was her sister had been here, too.

Mike dialed Samantha, but no one answered the call. He sent a WhatsApp, too, and then, he went back for the reception.

»Monsieur?«, the woman asked, her friendly smile now rather a facade. Mike played out all his charm and asked if she knew when Samantha had left. Seeing that she would otherwise not get rid of him, she finally looked up in a plan and finally made a short call.

»It must have been Tintin`s shift when she was in the winter garden. He will be here in a few minutes. Maybe, he can help you!«

The last sentence was a polite version of »piss off!« and so, Mike withdrew and waited until a young blonde man in an orderly`s uniform appeared. He looked nervous and Mike once again showed a smile as he approached him.

»You are Tintin?«

The young man nodded and Mike introduced himself as the boyfriend of Isabelle Marceau. Tintin willingly informed him that Samantha had indeed been here on the early afternoon and that he had talked to them, albeit just a few words. However, he had no idea when she had left or where Isabelle had gone afterwards.

All the time, Mike suspected that the young man was hiding something, but he could not put his finger on it and even less could he grab Tintin`s collar and force him to spill the beans. At least, not yet. So, he thanked him and returned to David.

The next 30 minutes brought at least one more information: according to another nurse and one of the guests, Isabelle had neither been in the gym nor at the sauna and she was also not among the persons who now began to attend the dining room.

He checked his cell phone, but Samantha had not yet read his message. He patted the other`s shoulder.

»Let`s go!«

David waited until they were inside the car until he asked:

»So, what`s your plan?«

»What makes you think I have one?«, Mike scoffed. Then, he added:

»Look, your girlfriend has disappeared and now, just a few hours later, mine has gone, too! It still could be a coincidence-«

»But according to Ockham`s Razor, that`s very unlikely!«, David grimly completed his thoughts. Then, he added:

»What the hell has happened? I mean, twelve hours ago, I was a happy man and now, my girlfriend has been kidnapped! This is like some Euro crime trash from the 60ies!«

»Hey, some of these movies are classics!«, Mike protested. Then, becoming more serious, he added:

»David, how much would you mind if some French thought you were gay?«

»I beg your pardon?«

He seemed puzzled and Mike grinned:

»I have booked a room in the next village`s only hotel – a double room. So, we will now go there and wait for the dark.«

»So, you have a plan, then?«, David asked, showing his raising hope. Mike made a wavering gesture.

»It`s not so much a plan than trying to get a faint weather. By the way, it`s illegal and maybe dangerous. So, you might want to wait at the hotel until I come back.«

Now, David focused him. His eyes flickered and for a moment, Mike thought that he would now grab his collar. With a slightly trembling voice, he said:

»I might not have your experience and sure, I am of no great use in a fight – but I won`t sit on my bed and scratch my balls when Cordelia needs me the most!«

»They should engrave that on your tombstone!«

He shook David`s hand and started the car. In the drizzle, none of them noticed that they were watched from the window in the laundry room.

***

»So, this guy`s Isabelle`s fiancé. But who is the other one?«

Aida looked after the vanishing rear lights of the car. Beside her, Tintin was standing. A few minutes ago, he had called her, telling her that someone had asked for Isabelle and Samantha.

»I don`t know! They appeared together, but I only spoke to the smaller one. Please, how is Emanuelle? I want to see her!«

Aida turned towards him.

»You will see her as soon as we do no longer need your help! I can assure you that she`s fine – yet. And if you want her to stay like that, you will have to do one more thing for us!«

She told Tintin what she wanted and he reluctantly nodded. Aida patted his cheek.

»Manu has got wonderful tits! And she`s a blonde! She could be worth at least 200 Grand on the free market!«

»You bastards!«, Tintin spat. Aida slapped him, but then, she became friendly again.

»Just make sure that your work is worth more to us and she will be save! Now, be a good boy and do what I told you!«

***

This time, Samantha had quickly realized that it would not be easy to get free – if that was an option at all. Not only were her hands cuffed, she had also felt the zip tie that fixed the cuffs to an eyelet in her neck collar. She could also touch the tape gagging her, but in her position, she could not unwind it from her mouth. So, she would have to chew on Manu`s pantyhose for a little longer.

At least, Manu had not squirmed too much. Obviously, the blonde had also already accepted that their bonds were unyielding and so, she had moaned and tried to shake free, but quickly stopped when she had realized this only had consequences on their naked boobs that were mashed together and were grinding and rubbing on every move. Samantha had turned her head to the door and Manu had done the same. The reason was not so much to keep an eye on the entrance, but now, cheek to cheek, their fingers could touch and this gesture, though not getting them closer to freedom, allowed them to give each other a little consolation.

Samantha wriggled her hips. The position with their thrust-out butts was inconvenient and in addition, the twine tied to her panties tore on the garment, giving her an uncomfortable front wedgie. It wasn`t painful, but, ridiculous or not, it reminded her of an incident two years ago. The then 16 years old Samantha had gotten physical with her then boyfriend at the school`s locker room and they had been surprised by a teacher. Her friend had escaped through the window and Samantha had managed to provisionally adjust her clothes. However, in the hurry, she had put on her panties the wrong way and for the next 45 minutes, she had been irritated by having the string side of her thong at the front.

Of course, there was the possibility of leaning back. It had the risk of toppling to the side. With their bend arms, this meant that their elbows would take the blow, most likely breaking them or at least causing pain. Also, there was the risk of losing balance and falling backwards, risking a head injury. And Samantha had no idea if sitting down on her heels would ease the strain in the twine or if then, the thong would be pulled inside her even more.

Finally, though she would not have admitted it, it would have meant losing the close contact to her co-captive. It was embarrassing how their breasts touched and how the irritating feeling increased on every heavy breath of one of them, but it also proved them that they were not alone.

»Mph!«

Manu moved a bit and Samantha turned her head to look at her. She felt Manu`s fingers long for hers, but then, the blonde also moved her head and both girls leaned back a little, so they could look at each other`s eyes. Manu`s blue eyes seemed unnaturally big, close to hers as they were, and Samantha felt the urge to caress her companion as she saw the running eyeliner, indicating that Manu had sobbed.

»If we weren`t gagged, we could kiss!«

The thought came out of nowhere, but though it was irritating, Samantha wasn`t appalled by it. She was into boys – as her ex-boyfriends and a few one-night-stands could confirm –, but there had always been a certain curiosity. It was like her best friend Akiko, who currently visited her father in Japan. She and Akiko had sometimes – well, experimented a bit. They had not gone to the fourth base, but spent quite some time at the second, so to say.

Samantha let out a fluttering breath. The memory of her and Akiko had sent a warm tingle through her breasts and she suddenly had to think of whether Manu would notice if her nipples grew hard.

»They would pierce right into her boobs!«

The thought was intriguing and embarrassing at the same time and Samantha felt her cheeks redden. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, so her forehead touched Manu`s. The blonde let out a faint sound and moved her head a bit, but she didn`t shy back. Her chest heaved from a deep breath and this sent yet another shiver through her breasts. Now, Samantha was sure that her nipples were hard.

»Oh my God, what is it called if such a thing happens? Calais Syndrome?«

She opened her eyes a bit and noticed that Manu had closed hers. Samantha also closed her eyelids and kept her head leaned against Manu`s. Perhaps, they were just blocking out reality, but in their current situation, it was perhaps the best they could do.

***