How Heroes are created 10

Samantha was shaken by the quick change of emotions hitting her within a very short time. They had been sitting or rather kneeling there, side by side and stark naked, for some time when they had heard approaching steps from the corridor, accompanied by some muffled screams.

First, Samatha had felt pity when Manu had been dragged inside. The blonde looked dishevelled and was covered with dust, but seemed otherwise unharmed. Samantha, however, was more concerned by the fact that Isabelle was missing.

The conversation between Ali and Harun was in Arabic, but she could tell from the way they talked that they obviously hadn`t found her yet. Samantha didn`t know what to think. Did this mean that her sister had escaped – or was she still in the tunnels, maybe choked by the smoke?

»Please, God, take care of her!«, she thought desperately. Harun now gave some angry orders and both Ali and Chalid left whilst Jemal had tied Manu in a simple, but effective way under one of the showerheads. Her cuffed hands were tied to a pipe so she had to stand with her arms raised and her ankles were tied to a similar spreader bar as the other captives were sporting. Her mouth was covered by a piece of tape. Harun quickly inspected her bonds and then, he turned to the others.

»I am afraid that Isabelle will join us a bit later!«

Samantha felt a wave of relief. Sure, that meant that her sister wasn`t dead! Perhaps, she had even managed to escape!

»So, we will start the games without her! But nevertheless, I expect all of you to do your very best! After all, my brother would be slightly disappointed if some of you died, but he still would be pleased that his revenge was exacted. And for my own plans, I don`t need a certain number of girls! So, you better don`t lose!«

He let his words sink in and noticed that none of the captives began to whimper. Only Manu let out a faint sound, but Harun kept focussed on the other three. He grinned wolfishly and said:

»Of course, you might think that you prefer getting punished to participating in games that will sure be humiliating. So, you will also play for the well-being of someone else!«

He did not further explain that. Instead, he stepped aside, allowing the three captives to look at Manu who stood some five yards away from them. On an order from Harun, Jemal turned on the water and Manu squirmed and mewed when the water hit her. Harun laughed.

»Just some H2O, though it might be a bit cold! After all, I don`t want you to have to play with a dirty toy!«

Manu was showered for a few minutes and to the surprise of the others who had expected worse, Jemal didn`t touch her. He just turned off the water and Manu stood there, dripping wet and her nipples standing hard and erect. Samantha could not help looking at Manu`s breasts.

»As I told you, Manu has to be punished. I know, you did your best to reduce her punishment, but still, I can`t let her go away with attempted escape. So, are you still willing to spare her suffering?«

Samantha nodded as soon as Harun had finished his sentence. She knew that this would mean more humiliation for her, but she was sure that she could stand a little more embarrassment, for the good of her new friend. Laila also nodded and a few seconds later, Cordelia did the same. Harun and Aida might have stripped them physically, but they still were capable of a little altruism.

»I haven`t expected less from you!«

Harun stepped aside and now, Aida approached, holding three dangling items in her right. It were rubber rings with two straps attached to each. She stepped behind Cordelia, ripped away the tape from her mouth and then wedged the ring between her teeth. It was hard and some two and a half inches in diameter. Whilst Aida buckled the straps at Cordelia`s nape, she explored it with her tongue and found that the opening was some one and a half inches wide. This gag would allow mumbled speaking, but she sure would not be able to prevent drooling.

The other two were also forced to wear ring gags and to their surprise, Jemal was now mopping the floor whilst Aida poured some soap on the tiles, creating a slippery surface. Cordelia, however, could not take her eyes from Harun who was leaning at the door frame. His position was not only relaxed, but also masculine: he had his thumbs hooked into his pockets, so his index fingers seemed to point at his dick. Suddenly, she associated that with thee opening in their gags and she had to oppress a scream of sheer horror.

It was Jemal who laid hands on them next, though. He turned each girl on her belly and pushed them against the wall, so they were lying side by side, now hogtied by the spreader bars shoved through their handcuffs. Their feet touched and they had to arch their heads back to see Manu at the opposite wall.

»Now, the first game is easy! As you can see, Manu is still wearing her panties. So, get over to her, take them from her and bring them to me!«

None of the three moved. Not only was this order humiliating, it was simply impossible! How could they reach the other girl, hogtied and lying on their bellies?

Aida now joined in and she was still holding the whip.

»To keep you motivated: I haven`t measured them exactly, but I guess that each tile has got a length of eight inches. The distance from you to Manu is some four yards, or 18 tiles. I don`t care whether it`s one more or less – but I will now start to count and for each five seconds, I expect you to be one tile closer to Manu! Whatever body part has not made it that far will get whipped!«

She emphasized her words by hitting the floor, showing that she was quite strong, despite her petite stature. Then, she slowly started to count.

»Huuuhh! Hoouuhh!«

Samantha cursed through the ring gag and began to squirm and wriggle. With the floor being wet and slippery, it went easier than thought and so, she managed to push herself forward. Cordelia heard Aida yell »Four!« and she started moving, too. Laila waited until Aida raised her arm, but then, she also began worming her way across the room.

Cordelia was the tallest of the three captives and she had the strong leg muscles of a regular swimmer and so, she was ahead of her co-captives. However, she had no idea of how she should get the panties. They were still on Manu`s loins, some yard above her head. And tied like she was, she saw no chance of reaching the garment with her hands.

So, when she had reached Manu`s feet, Cordelia paused and looked behind her. Samantha was right behind her, just one foot away from Manu, but Laila had fallen behind a yard or so. To their surprise, Aida just waited until they had all reached their goal, but she didn`t use the whip. She just looked down on the three bound women who were slightly panting and had their fronts covered with soap.

»Never say that I am unfair! I am even helping you to reach your goal!«

She put the whip into her belt and took from her pocket the scissors and two clothespins. The latter, she placed on Manu`s nipples, causing her to mew and wriggle.

»Now, you better hold still!«

She cut the seams on the left side of the blonde`s panties and then not too gently plucked one of the clothespins to keep the cloth together. This, she repeated on the other side and now, the girl`s panties were only kept in place by the clothespins.

»Now, you should be able to pick the panties from her, even with only your tongues!«

The three captives stared at her, then at Manu`s middle and they understood: the only chance they had to pick the garment was to get their faces close to the blonde`s crotch and then to grab the garment with the tongue. It was a humiliating thought, but Aida had thought of motivating them.

»So, to get you started, here are the rules: I will now start my stopwatch and for each second Manu is still wearing her panties from that moment on, she will get one slap on her butt. However, once the second minute starts, the slaps will turn into lashes with the whip!«

Ostentatiously, she produced an old chrome stopwatch and pressed the button to start it. Manu moaned with fear and suddenly, life came into Samantha. She squirmed and struggled and tried to get into a sitting position. Cordelia saw that on the slippery ground, she would only succeed if she got some help. So, she pushed her own body against Samantha`s and Laila joined a few seconds later. It took them very much rubbing of their naked, soapy bodies, but finally, Samantha was on her knees. She approached Manu`s crotch. At that moment, Aida poked the blonde´s side. Manu squealed and squirmed, making it impossible for Samantha to grab the panties.

»Time is still ticking!«, Aida purred whilst continuing to tickle the helpless Manu. Samantha saw no other chance: she pressed her face against Manu`s crotch and licked over the front panel of the panties, trying to trap the cloth between her tongue and the ring of her gag. All the time, Manu squirmed in her bonds, hyperventilating and spluttering from Aida`s attacks. Finally, Samantha slipped and landed on the ground.

»Bravo! You did it!«

Only now, Samantha realized that the panties were lying over her face. Above her, she saw Manu`s thatch of light brown pubic hair and saw that the girl was trembling from humiliation and the effort to catch breath. Samantha also breathed heavily. Aida checked the stopwatch.

»63 seconds! That`s really not bad! After the first dozen lashes, Manu will almost not feel the rest, for she has fainted!«

»Hhrrrrrmmm! Nnngggg!«

Manu screamed with fear and Aida slowly took the whip from her belt. Then, she looked down on Samantha, Laila and Cordelia.

»Maybe, you three want me to reduce her punishment! Just tell me!«

Only Samantha had a closer relationship to Manu and they knew that Aida would make them suffer instead. But the look of the cat o` nine tail with the spikes woven into its straps and Manu`s whimpering caused them all to nod at Aida`s offer to spare the girl getting whipped with the torture instrument.

***

Isabelle knew the saying that one`s life would show in front of the inner eye in a time lapse in the moment of dying, but in her case, she only saw that the black around her became brighter when she hit the water head forward. She struggled to get to the surface. From surprise, she had swallowed some and noticed it was sea water. She wanted to cough, but had to get her head above water before.

In what could not have been more than a few seconds, Isabelle fought herself to the surface and coughed, swimming on the spot until she had caught breath. Then, she looked around where she had landed.

She was inside some underground cave, lit by an electric light. In front of her, she saw what looked like a rocky beach and despite her cuffed ankles, she managed to get there. Isabelle got out of the water and sank to the ground.

»Now, have I found the way to freedom?«

She looked around in the cave. On the wall behind her, she saw something that made her shudder: an iron chain, fixed to the wall, that ended in what looked like a collar. So, she had landed in a veritable dungeon!

On the ceiling, she saw an iron lid beside the light. It was above reach, even if she jumped. Isabelle was trapped.

I a corner, she noticed something and when she approached, she saw it was a plastic bottle, half filled with water. With her throat hurting from having swallowed the salt water, she opened it and greedily drank. If it was anything but water, she didn`t notice it, and in addition, she didn`t care.

She looked at the water and saw that it seemed to withdraw. Obviously, it was ebb and the cave was connected to the sea. For a moment, Isabelle thought of trying to find the exit, but she decided against it. With her legs tied, she could not swim properly and she had not the slightest idea how long the distance to the outside was or whether there would be a grid. As if to take that decision from he, she then heard the screeching sound of the opening lid.

»So, here you are! Just a minute, we will get the ladder for you!«

With a slam, the lid fell shut again and Isabelle felt overwhelmed by frustration and rage. She wanted to throw the empty bottle against the lid, but then, she stopped in motion.

Then, she quickly ripped away her bikini bottom. She knew that she would not be allowed to keep it for long anyway and so, it would at least not be used as a gag. She opened the bottle, stuffed the torn garment inside and closed the cap. Then, she threw the bottle into the withdrawing water.

»Perhaps, it gets sucked outside and perhaps, Mike or someone else will find it and get to the right conclusions! Perhaps, it will not be too late by then!«

It were too many »perhaps« to cheer her up, but it was the only hope left to her that someone would find her message in a bottle. Seconds later, the lid opened and a rope ladder came down.

»Just grab the ropes, we will pull you up!«, one of the men ordered and after one last look at the bottle that bobbed in the water, the naked Isabelle obeyed.

***

It was in the dawn`s early light that David and Tintin reached the old entrance of the bunker system. It was indeed dissuasive, as there was just a pile of rocks and the remnants of an old shed. Beside it was a large sign that showed a few photos and held information about the tunnel system. None of them had expected a sign saying »To the secret lair this way«, but they were a bit disappointed that there wasn`t even a sign of the limousine. Then, however, Tintin pointed at the rock behind the entrance. It was a steep hill that separated the little valley from the higher plateau on which the sanatorium was located. They guessed that there was a connection between the spa`s cellars and the tunnels, but not even Tintin knew where this could be.

»Look!«

David followed his finger and now, he could also spot the small smoke trail, a few yards up the hill.

»What is this, an old campfire?«

»There is only one way to find out, old man!«

In fact, Tintin was just 13 years younger than David and so, the Scot scoffed and began to climb up the hill. As he approached, he could see the strange colour of the smoke and smelled an awful stench.

»What have they burned here, old car tyres?«

Then, he fell silent and they both looked around if there was someone who could see or hear them. The smoke came from a rusty pipe, almost covered with shrubbery. Tintin took a pebble and threw it inside. There was a metallic sound, indicating that the pipe didn`t go down that deep.

»Do you think that this is the secret entrance?«

»If so, it hasn`t been used for quite some time! But wait a minute!«

David took the Maglite they had taken from Tintin`s tool shed and kicked away some of the shrubbery before he looked inside the pipe. He coughed from the smell of the smoke, but he could see that after two or three yards, the pipe turned horizontal.

»The smoke is coming from further inside! So, at least we now know that someone is inside and for some reason, they have lit something like a smoke grenade!«

They were not sure whether this was good or bad news. On the one hand, they now knew that the tunnels were occupied and also had found an access. However, none of them was too eager to enter an unknown air vent system, filled with smoke.

They climbed down the hill and then, Tintin pointed at a gravel path.

»This leads down to the beach! Maybe, we can see some more smoke there and find the entrance! There must be a connection somewhere! Grandmére told me that when the Germans were still there, they sometimes found some of their waste swimming in the water!«

David suddenly had to think of toilet paper with the Reichsadler on it and he chuckled. However, he followed Tintin to the small bay that was too steep and rocky to be called a beach. Obviously, the criminals were more interested in keeping the environment clean than the Nazis had been, for there was very little garbage to be seen. Then, his eyes narrowed.

»Look at that bottle!«

Actually, a plastic bottle wasn`t an uncommon sight, even at places that were kept clean. In fact, there were two more in a puddle built by the ebb, but this one looked different: only the top was showing, as if something inside kept it upright.

»A message in a bottle? Really? ›Help, we got kidnapped, follow the-‹!«

Tintin stopped joking when David staggered over the rocks and tried to reach for the bottle. Suddenly, there was a curse, followed by a splash when David slipped and landed in the water. Though their mission was far from being funny, Tintin had to laugh when he helped him to get on land again.

»So, what is it? A treasure map?«

David was busy checking if anything but his dignity had been damaged by his unwilling bath and so, Tintin looked at the bottle. There was indeed something in it. Not a piece of paper, but something that looked like a turquoise piece of crumpled cloth. Then, he shook the bottle to have a better look.

»Fuck!«

His trenched comrade came to his feet and looked at the bottle`s content.

»What`s this? A pair of panties?«

»A bikini bottom«, Tintin answered in a toneless voice. He looked at David and added:

»Isabelle Marceau. When her sister visited her yesterday, I served them and-«, he seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but he continued:

»I mean, she`s very pretty and when I brought the tray, I noticed that her bathrobe had opened and – well, she was wearing a turquoise bikini!«

He kept to himself the second occasion on which he had seen the very bikini bottom on Isabelle: when Aida had chloroformed the redhead, she had offered him her discarded bikini top, »as a souvenir«. Anyway, this was yet another sign that the girls were just a few yards away. The only problem was that these yards consisted of solid rock and an unknown tunnel system.

***

On wobbly legs, Samantha, Cordelia and Laila stood side by side. They had been freed from their hogties and the spreader bars, but Aida had made them line up by size, putting Laila in the middle. Then, the Arab`s left ankle had been cuffed to Cordelia`s right and her right to Samantha`s left. Like that, even walking needed some coordination and running was all but impossible.

»Luckily, girls go to the bathroom in groups anyway!«, Harun chuckled at their sight. Aida now put the whip aside and looked at the three pairs of thrust out boobs. She had not spared the captives the belts tying their elbows together.

»Now, how could you help reducing Manu`s sentence? The easiest would be if each of you took some of her whipping, so, each of you four got some 15 lashes. You would most likely survive that, but it would be a bloody mess and leave permanent scars!«

»Not to mention the diminish of their value«, Harun added. »I mean, buying nice things is one thing, but deliberately destroying your property, just because you can, is so decadent!«

Cordelia was not sure what was more frightening: Harun talking as if he was having a conversation at a dinner party, or him referring to her and the others as »things« and »property«. Aida let her eyes wander over their naked fronts, as if she was guessing their »market value«. Then, she said:

»Is any of you a diabetic?«

The captives frowned and then, noticing that Aida had meant the question seriously, they shook their heads. She smiled and from the box, she took three small plastic bottles. They contained sugar syrup; according to the inscriptions, it was vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.

»Sorry, the colours don`t match your hair or eyes! Anyway, now, here are the rules. You want to spare Manu the 63 lashes and so, each of you has to reach 21 points. I will now place 21 drops from each bottle on Manu`s lovely body and you will remove it. Each drop you miss will be one lash for her!«

She took the vanilla syrup and put some of it on Cordelia`s lips.

»So, you may get used to the taste – though it might get a bit – salty during the game!«

Involuntarily, Cordelia licked her lips. The liquid was indeed nothing but syrup, with just a slight vanilla flavour. However, she was horrified by the implications of Aida`s words. Did she really expect them to remove the syrup from Manu`s body – with their mouths?

Laila got strawberry and Samantha chocolate. Then, she approached Manu who had watched the procedure and the explanation of things to come with widened eyes.

»I know that you are quite sensitive to touches, Manu!«

Aida brushed over the blonde`s side with her index finger and the girl cringed and tried to oppress her giggling. With a cold smile, Aida continued:

»Well, once the game starts, don`t get carried away too much – for each drop that reaches the floor will count as three lashes!«

Manu whimpered, but she could not help it as Aida now took the vanilla bottle. Cordelia`s bottle, so to say. Counting the drops, she put some on Manu`s neck, her left armpit and her left breast. Cordelia gulped, trying to steel herself for the only way to remove the syrup.

The strawberry syrup was spread over the girl`s right armpit and breast, but instead of putting some on her neck, she chose her side instead. Laila glanced at Aida. Since Manu was ticklish, she would squirm if she licked that syrup and from her own bitter experience, Laila knew how embarrassing it could be if a grown up and strong woman was helplessly writhing in the throes of getting tickled.

»Now, for your special friend Samantha, I will make things a bit more entertaining!«

Aida took the chocolate syrup and placed eight drops on the gaps between Manu`s toes. The remaining 13 drops, she put in a row at the top of Manu`s pubic hair.

»These might follow gravity – but I am sure Samantha won`t bother following the trace!«

The syrup was quite liquid and already, it was running down on her body. Manu`s chest heaved and the others watched with horror as Aida now took the stopwatch in one hand.

»Now, to keep you from idling around: you may now position yourselves. But remember: once 63 seconds have passed, I will start whipping you instead!«

The three captives stared at Manu. In addition to the humiliation of the game itself, their own position was counterproductive, for the syrup waiting for Samantha was at Manu`s middle, but the redhead was on the right side of the row. And with their ankles cuffed, they could not change that.

»Eehh! Ooohh!«

Laila`s order came out unintelligible, but she stepped towards Manu`s right side. With her chin, she pointed at the wall behind the blonde and then at Cordelia. After a few seconds, Cordelia understood: To get close to her position, she had to squeeze herself between Manu`s back and the wall. All in her cried not to do so, but then, she saw the fear in Manu`s eyes and so, Cordelia took a deep breath.

»Uuughh!«

She tapped against Manu`s right heel with her foot and once the girl had understood what Cordelia planned, she staggered forward the little her bonds allowed. The gap between her and the wall was narrow and so, Cordelia`s thrust out breasts were squeezed by the girl`s shoulders whilst she could feel her buttocks grind over her pubic mound. She sighed with relief once she had passed the obstacle of Manu`s body – only to recognize another humiliation:

Since Manu was standing with her legs spread and Laila`s and Cordelia`s ankles were cuffed to each other, they now had to stand very close to the blonde´s side and the only way they wouldn`t stagger was to literally sit on Manu`s thighs. Cordelia shuddered when her middle touched the other`s leg and Laila, who was shorter, had it even worse. At least, Samantha now had full access to Manu`s front.

»Just for one last thing!«

Rummaging through her box, Aida produced four sleeping masks and put them over her captives` eyes.

»That should sharpen your other senses«, she purred. »Now, let the games begin!«

The last word was followed by a smacking sound and a gasp, indicating that either Samantha or Laila had gotten slapped on her buttocks. Cordelia felt the urge to pull on her bonds and to get away from the woman that was much too close for comfort, but when Aida announced she would start the stopwatch, she reluctantly bent forward.

Manu`s neck was easy to target and though the ring in her mouth caused her to drool, Cordelia could sense the syrup with her tongue and lick it from the girl`s sweaty skin. She felt a tremble and then, Manu writhed and mewed: obviously, Laila was now touching her ticklish armpit. Cordelia, who wasn`t ticklish, had always thought that people could just pull themselves together and so, she hissed something to express her annoyance as she tried to get the last syrup drops from Manu`s carotid artery.

Laila had indeed started to kiss and lick Manu`s armpit, smelling the mixture of deodorant and sweat and feeling the vibrations as the girl tried to hold still, but couldn`t. Laila forced herself to bury her face deeper under the blonde`s arm and to get the humiliating procedure done more easily. Then, Manu suddenly squirmed and mewed in earnest.

Samantha had bent down, received a slap from Aida when she thrust out her butt, and had kissed Manu`s instep. So far, it had just been slightly humiliating for her, but as her tongue wandered towards her toes, Manu started to tremble and she began to spasm and try to flail her legs as she touched the skin between her toes.

In a reflex, Samantha pulled on her arm bonds, for she wished to beat Manu. How could the blonde make things even worse? But then, she remembered how she and Manu had kissed, how the girl had held her hand, trusting her as they had staggered along the dark corridors. No, she could not hurt Manu – but she had to make sure she could get the syrup from her skin.

So, she leaned against Manu`s shin. There was a mew, either from Manu or from Laila who now also got touched more, but the twitching ceased. Samantha pressed down on the girl`s foot and then, she continued licking the syrup from between her toes.

Manu bucked and reared up as the attack now came from two sides at the same time. Laila was slowly wandering down her side, starting at her armpit, and Samantha was pushing her tongue between her toes, driving her mad. When Cordelia left her neck and moved to her other armpit, the girl was already too exhausted to even fully recognize. Then, she felt the tingle between her legs. For a terrible moment, she was afraid that the tickling would force her to lose control over her bladder, but then, she realized that the feeling was – different. Warm. Pleasant!

»Uuuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmm!«

It seemed that each of the women assaulting – caressing! – her was sanding a stray of electric signals straight through her, and these strays met directly at her middle. Suddenly, the thought of losing control was becoming less frightening.

She twitched as Samantha, obviously having finished her right foot, turned to her left. The tickling sensation was strong, but she now felt more relaxed than just moments before.

»If she has finished my toes, she will turn – upwards!«

Manu sighed with anticipation and as on keyword, now, she felt two mouths brush over her breasts. The tongues licking her sweaty skin there were tickling a bit, too, but it was almost relaxing after the attack on her armpits and side and so, Manu breathed more calmly and when Laila put her right nipple into her mouth, literally sucking it into the rubber ring`s opening before working on it with her tongue, she let out a deep groan of sheer pleasure.

Cordelia was far less enthusiastic, but she also tried to do her best. Manu was now covered with sweat and this made it all the harder to trace the remnants of syrup un her breasts. She felt how her own breasts touched the girl`s side and she knew that she would definitely never like it, but still, it was the lesser of two evils. At her left leg, she felt that Samantha was changing her position. Obviously, she had finished Manu`s feet and Cordelia felt relief, for now, the blonde would stop writhing so eagerly.

»However, I am sure that poor Manu won`t be indifferent to what Samantha has to do next!«

Samantha had indeed brought her head close to Manu`s pubic mound and a specific fragrance hit her nostrils. She coughed, but at the same time, she didn`t feel as appalled as she would have expected.

»Is it just fear, or is it me that she`s reacting that way?«

Samantha`s experiences with other girls had never crossed a certain line. There had been kisses and the touching and kissing of boobs and on one occasion, her best friend and roommate Akiko had touched her middle, albeit through her panties. On one occasion, she and Isabelle had been tied by criminals, naked and with their middles, brutally bisected by crotch ropes, pressed against each other, but that sure didn`t count as a lesbian experience.

However, her kiss with Manu could be counted and suddenly, the idea of kissing Manu where she had to didn`t feel that bad. She bent forward and felt a few pubic hairs tickle her lips. Samantha put out her tongue and slowly traced the upper edge of Manu`s triangle of light brown hair.

»Oouuhhmmmm!«

Manu reared up, but it didn`t feel as if she was trying to shake Samantha off. The redhead now could taste something sweet and she licked the syrup, only to realize that some of it had ran further down.

»Next time we play that game, I will insist on a Brazilian waxing before!«, she thought involuntarily, but continued to explore Manu`s pubic mound with her mouth. The scent was now overwhelming and the syrup was hard to taste, as the sweat now mixed with something bitter. Bitter, but not appalling.

»It`s her arousal! She`s wet!«

Samantha was no stranger to being aroused, but she had never been that close to a girl. And suddenly, all the »adverse circumstances« blurred out. Samantha knew that the way she was crouching made her own butt exposed and vulnerable to beatings – had the 63 seconds passed already? She felt the occasional touch of Cordelia`s and Laila`s legs and though they were silent, she knew that Harun, Jemal and Aida were watching the whole scenery. However, now, it was just Manu and her.

Her tongue now touched Manu`s clit, swollen and hot, and the blonde let out a gasp before she continued to wriggle her hips – in anticipation, not in defence. Samantha brushed over her labia and then, she traced the hot, wet slit, pushing her tongue inside Manu.

The ring gag prevented her from using her lips and teeth properly and it also didn`t allow her to push her tongue too deep, but Manu reared up and Samantha felt her slippery flesh rub over her face. She let herself fall forward a bit and then, she adjusted to Manu`s rhythm, swaying her upper body back and forth, back and forth, whilst Manu thrust out her womb, accompanied by sighs and groans that sounded like the sweetest sounds Samantha had ever heard.

Both Cordelia and Laila had withdrawn their mouths from Manu as the girl had started to writhe in the throes of passion, but they could feel and sense what was going on so close to them. It was terrible, humiliating – and also quite intriguing. They were both blindfolded, but the moaning and groaning, accompanied from the sounds of Samantha`s efforts, painted a vivid picture.

Manu accelerated and then, she stiffened, thrusting forward in a way that only her shoulders and heels still touched ground and she pushed against Samantha that landed on her butt. Aida allowed her to ride the wave of orgasm – then, she turned on the shower.

The cold water not only hit the captives by surprise, it also helped both Samantha and Manu to more and more realize what they had done. The redhead`s cheeks now matched her hair and Manu shivered and tears ran down her cheeks whilst she was still panting from the cold shower. Aida mockingly applauded.

»You may have noticed that I ignored the stopwatch! You were so eager to continue your little game that I decided to allow you to enjoy it as long as it lasts! But now, we have to do some less funny work and that means that we have to stow away our toys!«

She turned towards Harun who was waving her towards him. He spoke Arabic, but whispered so Laila could also not overhear his words:

»Ali just texted me! They have got the other redhead, too!«

He held the display of his phone to Aida. She could see Isabelle, held in a vice grip by Chalid, facing the camera. The redhead was stark naked and looked dishevelled and wet from her unwilling bath and the tried escape through the tunnels. Aida enlarged the picture and had a closer look at Isabelle.

»She really looks very much like her sister – which brings a nice little idea to my head. Of course, only if you approve, Prince Harun!«

Like a little girl, she went on her tiptoes and whispered into Harun`s ear. The man grinned and brushed over his chin.

»That indeed sounds entertaining! You just have to make sure that the others get prepared, too. Our guests will arrive in a few minutes and I don`t want them to think that I am trying to sell them – damaged goods!«

Then, he suddenly laughed out and looked at the four naked, bound and gagged captives at the wall who were still trying to cope with their latest ordeal.

»On the other hand, it would be quite fitting – for they are not selling us brand new products either! Anyway, make sure that they look presentable! Tomorrow by this time, I want to have these terrible bunker way behind me!«

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