How Heroes are created 11

Mike would not have considered himself an excellent chess player, but he knew of the premise: always think ahead of your opponent. So, when he approached the spa, he had already decided to act, so the criminals would perhaps react and thus expose themselves.

Some hour ago, David had sent him a photo of a plastic bottle containing a turquoise piece of garment. It was a bikini bottom and he was sure it was Isabelle`s. At least, she had a turquoise bikini, and the explanation of how David and Tintin had found the garment added to his suspicion.

»So, I hope that they have only unwrapped the gift and not tried to play with it!«

He parked at the lot for visitors and approached the reception, in his hand a huge paper bag. The receptionist, remembering him from the day before, raised an eyebrow and Mike put up his most charming smile.

»Bonjour, Madame! I just wanted to apologize for my impatient behaviour the day before and I hope that you accept a little contribution to your next coffee break as an apology!«

He didn`t lower his voice and held up the bag. Now, the receptionist could smell the fragrance of fresh croissants and she showed him a glimpse of a smile.

»There is really no need to apologize, Monsieur!«

However, she accepted the bag and Mike added an explanation why he was far more relaxed by now:

»Belle – I mean, Isabelle – she phoned me tonight! Obviously, she decided to visit an old friend who lives at Boulogne and has decided to stay with her for some two days!«

He told some more about him feeling like a fool, all the time noting how the receptionist reacted. Either, she was a very good actress or she really had no idea that Isabelle was most likely not able to make phone calls at the moment. Mike now decided to go one step further.

»Is there a nurse around? A woman of Arab descent, Auda or something like that?«

Again, the receptionist frowned.

»We have an Aida.«

»Ah, sure, like the cruise ship!«, Mike said, causing the woman to roll her eyes. However, she looked at the list, telling him that Aida`s shift would only start in two hours. Mike made up a story that Isabelle had ordered him to send an apology to Aida in her name, but hadn`t told him anything about details.

»She – she sometimes really has a temper. But she usually regrets it as soon as she has found time to think about it! So, if you could tell me that Aida accepted her apology, she would be able to sleep much better! Could you at least tell me if your colleague accepted the apology? By the way, do you have a coffee jar?«

In most hospitals and spas, the employees were not allowed to take tips, but most accepted donations for their coffee breaks and so, Mike paid 20 Euro and left a small note with his number on it. The note was one from a notebook he had found in their hotel room and therefore had the hotel`s emblem on it.

Now, he hoped that one of a few possibilities would occur: first, it could be that the criminals were preparing to leave and therefore, Aida wouldn`t show up at all. Mike hoped that the receptionist would inform him about that then.

However, if Aida showed up and heard about his story, she would of course know that it had been made up – and she would wonder why he knew her name.

Sure, she would think that Tintin had spilled the beans to him. The risky part was that Aida could then consider to punish Tintin by hurting Manu. But he hoped that she would be too confused to do that before telling the orderly what she would do to his sister. If so, she would have to contact him – and by then, the trap would snap!

***

Isabelle had not been gagged by her captors who, once she had climbed up the ladder, had just removed her ankle cuffs to tie her wrists behind her back. She had, however, seen no point in yelling as they made her stagger through the corridors fast pace, until they had reached a considerably large, tiled room. It was a shower room and according to the scent and the dampness in it, it had only recently been used. However, she could see no sign of Samantha or any of the others.

One of the men brought a three-foot bar with shackles on both ends and tied her ankles, forcing her to stand with her legs apart. Then, he connected a chain to her handcuffs and fixed it to a ceiling hook so Isabelle had to raise her hands and stand bent forward in a straining and inconvenient position. At that moment, Aida entered, carrying a bag over her shoulder.

»My, my, Isabelle, have you already lost interest in playing the tunnel rat?«

»I prefer having my nose in a tunnel to sticking it up Harun`s ass!«, Isabelle replied. She knew that she would pay for this, but she felt the urge to show Aida she was not yet broken. The Arab laughed and let her eyes wander over Isabelle`s body.

»You even lost your panties when playing in the dirt! Let me help you out!«

She rummaged through her bag and produced a pair of lacy black knickers, then, a pair that looked the same, but were off-white. When she held them to Isabelle`s nose, she sensed that both had been worn before. Aida said something in Arabic and the two men positioned themselves closer to Isabelle. Then, she purred:

»So, which one would you prefer, Bitch?«

Isabelle knew what Aida had in mind and she also knew that she was not acting reasonable, but in a steady voice, she responded:

»At least, they distract from your breath! You know Tictac does exist, don`t you?«

For a second, there was an angry glance on Aida`s face, but then, she gave an order and one of the men grabbed Isabelle`s hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to open her mouth. The other one started to spank her buttocks whilst Aida angrily stuffed both pairs into the redhead`s mouth.

»You`ve got a big mouth, Bitch! Too big for your own good!«

Isabelle managed to avoid squealing as the painful blows hit her rear, but she had to gasp and each time she then had to inhale, Aida worked the mass of vile tasting panties deeper into her mouth. They touched the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, filled her cheeks and blocked her tongue. According to the taste, Aida had been dreaming of her Prince whilst wearing those, too.

Once Aida could not get the panties any deeper into Isabelle`s oral cavity, she wound a long thin scarf between Isabelle`s lips, so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth, before knotting it off at her nape. Only then, she allowed both the man holding her hair in a vice grip and the other one spanking her to let Isabelle go.

»Not so brave now, Bitch?«

Aida cupped Isabelle`s dangling breasts, as if she wanted to guess their weight.

»Just like your sister`s – which brings me to an idea!«

Isabelle felt alarmed by the mentioning of Samantha, but she got distracted as Aida now produced a third pair of lacy knickers from the bag. They were white and she pulled them over her head, making sure the crotch part covered her nose, before then pulling a pantyhose over her head, too. Aida knotted the legs after winding them around Isabelle`s neck and then finished the gag and hood by ten rounds of tape over the lower part of her face. Then, after admiring her work, she finished it by winding tape over the redhead`s eyes, too.

»Now, let`s see if we can polish this little raw diamond a bit!«

Isabelle heard the sound of a turned on tap and then, she felt hands and rather cold water on her body. According to the feeling, it was the men who washed her all over. They took advantages and they repeatedly soaped and washed her boobs, her still prickling butt and the area between her legs, but finally, the ordeal was over and Isabelle stood there, dripping wet and shivering from the chilly air.

»So, you like being touched by men?«, Aida asked mockingly, playfully plucking on her hardened nipples. Then, Isabelle felt a sharp pain right there and she could not oppress a mew. The bite on her nipples remained and when she moved, she heard a faint jingle.

»Nipple Bells, Nipple Bells, jingle all the way!«, Aida sang whilst Isabelle tried to cope with the crocodile clamps that held said bells to her nipples. Then, she felt Aida`s hand brush over her tummy.

»You really look very much like your sister. And now, with your head covered, there is only one real distinctive feature!«

Isabelle groaned when she felt the other woman`s hand touch her pubic hair and pluck on it. Then, there was a series of faint sound as Aida obviously rummaged through her bag.

»Now, you might feel the urge to struggle – but I would not recommend it!«

Isabelle indeed twitched as something cool and soft touched her between the legs. For a second, she though that Aida was shampooing her pubic hair. But then, she recognized what it was instead: shaving foam.

The idea of getting shaved down there by the criminal woman was horrifying and humiliating – but even worse was the thought of getting cut by Aida whilst she did so. So, Isabelle forced herself to hold still and bit down on the vile tasting panties in her mouth. She barely dared to breathe and so, only an occasional jingle from the bells accompanied the sound of the razor blade scratching over her skin.

It didn`t hurt physically. But to achieve a proper result, Aida took her time and stretched each part of her skin before working on it with the blade. She started between her legs and here, she also used tweezers on single bothersome hairs. When she tested the smoothness of the result, Isabelle knew that her cheeks had the colour of her sore buttocks. It was almost a relief when Aida turned to her pubic mound, removing everything but a narrow strip of reddish hair. Then, she carefully dabbed her middle, removing the remnants of foam.

»Now, you look like your sister! Let`s see whom we can trick with that!«

***

After their forced game with Manu, what followed had seemed like a break in humiliation, though it had been far from being pleasant. Since they had all got more or less stained with all kinds of fluids, Harun had ordered them to wash and soap again. To their surprise, Manu had been left alone and had just stood there, helplessly watching as the others were forced to wash in front of Harun and Jemal, since the mean Aida had left. The henchman had freed them of all restraints and even removed the dreadful ring gags.

»Now, you look clean enough for my guests! Time to get you prepared for them!«

Each girl was handed a big towel, so large it allowed them to cover themselves with it, though in Cordelia`s case, her legs were quite exposed as she had tugged it under her arms. But for the moment, everything she wanted to keep from these men`s eyes was covered. Jemal even tossed each of them a pair of plastic flip flops; obviously, they should not get their soled dirty when walking to another room.

Samantha and Manu exchanged an anxious look, but they could not do more as now, Harun ordered the three captives to line up by size, starting by Cordelia as the tallest. Behind her, Laila had to get so close that her breasts touched Cordelia`s back. Jemal took one of the handcuffs and fixed Cordelia`s right ankle to Laila`s right foot. Then, he tied the Arab`s other ankle to the left foot of Samantha who stood straight behind her.

»Now, put your hands behind your heads and then, walk in a circle!«

The first part of the order was easy to follow, but to walk was quite difficult, for they had to adjust to each other and more than once, they feared that the towels would slip if they rubbed against each other in the progress. Finally, however, they managed to walk in a slow pace, though it looked far from being dignified. Harun gave another order and Laila shuddered. Harun had spoken of gagging them and now, Jemal picked up the discarded panties.

»Samantha! You may be worried about your blonde friend, but don`t worry, you will not be separated for long! And until then, you will be given a souvenir!«

Harun took the whip and positioned himself beside the still tied Manu who mewed with fear. At the same time, Jemal approached Samantha and held the balled-up panties that had belonged to Manu to her. They were quite substantial and Manu had been wearing them since her abduction, but Samantha looked at the blonde and opened her mouth without protest. Jemal worked the fabric into her oral cavity and then, he went towards Laila who reflexively clenched her teeth. Harun noticed it and slowly came closer.

»Laila, my dear! Is there anything you would like to tell us?«

He sounded friendly, but also a bit lurking. The whip was loosely in his hand, the ends brushing over the tiled floor. Laila answered his look with all the dignity she could manage, standing wedged between her co-captives with her hands folded behind her back and dressed only in a towel. Harun ostentatiously put the whip to the ground and took Cordelia`s discarded panties from Jemal`s hand.

»So, you don`t want to have these in your mouth?«

Laila just glanced at him, denying him the obvious answer. Now, Harun`s left darted forward, grabbing Cordelia`s jaw in a vice grip that made her gasp. Samantha also mewed into her panty gag she had so far not dared to spit out.

»Cordelia, it seems that Laila considers your garments to be not clean. Maybe, you can diminish her worries a bit?«

He increased the pressure on her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth. Cordelia croaked, insecure what Harun wanted from her.

»Just tell Laila how long you have been wearing these.«

Cordelia blushed, though this humiliation was less hard than other things she had been forced to do. With a hoarse voice, she reported:

»I-I put them on yesterday morning!«

»You see, they are almost fresh from the laundry drawer! Sure, Cordelia may have sweated a bit during these long hours, but I am sure that a woman who has such a modest choice in underwear has not had – indecent thought whilst wearing them, amiright?«

He now brought the panties close to his nose and inhaled deeply, causing Cordelia to blush with embarrassment. Then, he held them to Laila`s face, too.

»Now, what do you say? According to her fragrance, is Cordelia a slut who needs to be punished, or is she a pure and decent woman? If you call her a slut, I will think of an appropriate punishment – but if you consider her to be pure, you sure don`t mind accepting to be gagged with her panties!«

There were a few moments of silence. Cordelia knew that Laila had no need to be overly loyal towards her and when she heard a sound from behind her back, she feared that Laila would now call her a slut; however, the Arab had just gulped before she parted her lips.

Cordelia did not turn her head, but she heard the retching sound as Harun now slowly stuffed the white panties deep into Laila`s mouth. It was obviously the first time the Arab experienced such a humiliating gag and it added to Cordelia`s discomfort that it was her panties that caused Laila`s distress. Then, she got distracted as Harun stepped in front of her.

»Now, you are also given a fair choice. Now, is it possibility a – the tiny thong Laila was wearing when she decided to become my guest?«

He held something in front of Cordelia´s eyes and she could not help cringing her nose and shying back as she sensed the smell of the black lacy thong. Laila had not only been forced to wear it for days, but also been forced to bathe in the dirty sea water several times during her captivity. Harun also waved in front of his nose with his other hand; then, he dropped the thong and Jemal handed him a small bag from which he produced two pairs of lacy knickers.

»Or do you prefer possibility b? Two pairs of the lovely Aida? Both have just been worn for a day and so, they can almost be called fresh. Of course, it`s a bit more material to cope with!«

That was an understatement, but on the other hand, Harun was right: these were humiliating, but Laila`s thong was just disgusting! So, she heard herself croak »B!« and Harun nodded.

»Seems she doesn`t like the taste of half breeds!«

Laila stared daggers at Harun and Cordelia just closed her eyes, allowing him to work both panties into her mouth. They were made of fine silk, but nevertheless, the ball was quite substantial and Cordelia retched as they filled her cheeks and pressed against her throat.

»Maybe, Aida did not shy away from indecent thoughts when wearing those! Well, you will soon find out! Now, let`s go!«

Directed by Jemal at gunpoint, the scuffle of three women, all gagged with another`s panties and all with their hands behind their heads, slowly left the shower room, looked after by a frightened Manu who desperately pulled on her bonds.

***

»So, thanks to you, we at least know that the bunker has got at least three entrances – its ventilation system, somewhere close to the spa`s laundry room and also somewhere below sea level. Plus, I am quite sure they have a main entrance we haven`t found yet!«

They were at the hotel, standing bent over a map of the area Tintin had found at the village`s only petrol station. A drawn circle marked the estimated location of the criminals` hideout. Also, three crosses were showing the supposed entrances.

»I shooed up Aida, but I have no idea how she will react!«

Mike had told them about the made-up story he had told the nurse at the reception and Tintin had reacted with concern that this could cause the thugs to hurt Manu. Repeatedly, he checked his phone to see whether Aida was trying to contact him.

»Maybe, I should call the spa, telling them I am sick!«

His shift would begin in an hour and Tintin was really not feeling well, but Mike shook his head.

»Let`s guess you attend work as usual and at the same time, Aida hears about my story. So, she will most likely confront you. And then, you will give her a very plausible explanation for why you talked to David and me!«

Mike unfolded his plan to the men and though they knew it was more than a little risky, they finally both nodded and then, Tintin stood up.

»Well, if that should work, I better look the part!«

He gulped, but looked straight at Mike who patted Tintin`s shoulder. Then, he landed a blow on the boy`s right eye.

***

Manu had been alone for just a few minutes when Aida had rushed in, giving orders to the two men who had come with her, before she had left immediately. The two had then freed the blonde and forced her to walk with them into a room that was dominated by a huge bed. Two minutes later, her wrists and ankles were tied to the four posts and the exposed and naked girl feared that now, the two would have their way with her. She weakly squirmed as Chalid now bent over her.

»Uuhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Grinning at her fear and dismay, he began groping and fondling her breasts. His accomplice meanwhile brought his face close to hers and whispered:

»You would prefer it if he was the little redhead, wouldn`t you?«

Manu just stared at him, trying to shake Chalid`s hands off her boobs. Ali grabbed Manu`s hair and his expression suddenly became angry.

»I asked you a question, slut! Would you prefer it if it was Samantha touching you, instead of Chalid or me?«

Even under the best of circumstances, it would have been quite a challenge for the girl to accept her sudden attraction towards women – or at least towards Samantha. But now, what would they do if she admitted that to her captors? However, when the grip on her scalp tightened and Ali repeated his question, she nodded, fearing that if she didn`t, they would consider it an invitation to molest her further.

To her surprise, Ali not only let her go immediately, but he also tipped on his accomplice`s shoulder.

»You heard her – seems she is more into gingers!«

Before he withdrew, Chalid pinched Manu`s nipples, causing her to moan with pain and her chest was still heaving when she noticed that Ali was holding something to her nose. It was Samantha`s torn thong.

»You know where this is going?«

Again, it seemed that he was waiting for an answer and Manu nodded. She had seen how the others had been gagged with used underwear and at least, this little piece of black lacy cloth would not make her choke. In addition, it would be Samantha`s, which was better than that of anyone else.

Ali pressed the thong into a small ball and then looked at it.

»Hm, I am afraid you might swallow it!«

He produced a pair of pantyhose and wrapped it around the panties, forming a considerably bigger ball. Then, he ripped the tape from Manu`s lips.

She did not fight much as he worked the gag deep into her mouth. The pantyhose had also been worn before and Ali found pleasure in reminding Manu of that fact.

»Consider this like a coated candy. Once you have gotten through Cordelia`s sweat, feet and crotch, it will be all bittersweet Samantha for you!«

He tied a triple knot into a cloth, forced it between the girl`s lips and then tied it off at her nape before finishing her gag with some 20 rounds of tape. Then, he took the cushion from under her head and pushed it under her buttocks, so she had to thrust out her pelvis and felt even more exposed.

The men then left the room and Manu tried to work on her bonds. However, the ropes were tight and the knots all out of reach. She was nevertheless still trying when the door opened again. Chalid and Ali were having a girl between them. Her head was covered with a black, slightly transparent nylon hood and layers of tape. However, Manu could see the petite figure, the rounded hips and her ample breasts. To Manu`s dismay, small bells were clamped to the girl`s nipples, jingling slightly whenever she moved. Also, there was a narrow strip of reddish pubic hair. It was Samantha.

Samantha squirmed and shook her head, but she had little chance in her fight. Her wrists were crossed at the back of her neck and tied there with a rope that also went twice around her neck. So, if she struggled too much, she would risk strangling herself.

»She`s a bit shy, but I am sure Samantha is more than eager to finish what the two of you started a little time ago!«

Reminded of her forced orgasm, Manu blushed all over. Samantha once again shook her head and moaned with protest, but the two men just grabbed her and made her sit on Manu`s lap. Then, forcing her thighs open, they tied the redhead`s knees to Manu`s open thighs, so she had to keep her position, her buttocks grinding over Manu`s pubic hair.

»Let me help you two lovebirds!«

Ali now took a long piece of rope and doubled it. He slung it around Manu`s waist, put the ends through the noose and pulled the slack out. Then, he took some glee in bringing the knot under Manu, work the ropes between her legs and push them through her rope belt before again pulling on the ends.

»UUhhmmmm! Nnngggg! Mmhhmmmph!«

Manu squirmed and mewed as the ropes grew tighter between her buttocks and tried to find a way inside her. Ali did not stop until her pubic mound was literally bisected and then, he threaded the ends through the redhead`s bent arms. When he pulled again, she had to arch back her shoulders and her arms were painfully pulled downwards. Ali threaded the rope back between her butt and Manu`s crotch, pushing the ends through the agonizing ropes between the blonde`s legs. Then, he pulled again and this time, both girls mewed as not only Manu`s crotch rope tightened, but Samantha had to press her butt against her crotch.

Not so gently, Ali now parted the redhead`s labia and pulled the ropes deep inside her. After another tightening pull, he knotted the ends off, then brought them around the girl`s waist and finally tied them off above her butt. Now, each slightest move of any of the girls would have effects on both their most sensitive parts.

Isabelle was trying to cope with the line of fire between her legs, but at the same time, she was desperate to somehow signal to Manu that she wasn`t Samantha. Now, she understood the full perfidy of Aida having shaved off most of her pubic hair! She tried to turn backwards, but stopped as this move was rewarded by a painful pull on her crotch rope.

»The best thing we can do is to sit still!«

Ali now brought another contraption. It turned out to be an ordinary table fan. Tied to it were a few red ribbons.

»If things are getting too hot, you might be grateful for some cool air!«

He positioned the fan at the foot of the bed and then plugged it in. Manu felt a cool breeze on her naked foot – and then, the now fluttering ribbons brushed over her sole. With a high-pitched squeal, the blonde twitched, only to regret that move when it sent a wave of pain through her soft flesh. Her unwilling companion also fought to keep balance and moaned as Manu was squirming. Blindfolded, Isabelle had no idea what was going on, but then, the ribbons triggered Manu`s foot again and, unable to oppress it, the girl once again reacted to the tickling.

»Too bad we can`t stay with you!«, Ali sighed and left the room. Chalid groped Manu`s breasts for one last time and then, he followed his comrade.

***

The room where Cordelia, Laila and Samantha were brought was obviously the old main conference room of the bunker. It was some 12 yards wide and eight yards deep and could have hosted dozens of men, though the table at one corner only offered ten chairs. The floor was covered with Persian carpets and between some pictures, mirrors gave the illusion of an even bigger room.

»Too bad I will have to host my guests in such a closet!«, Harun joked whilst Jemal uncuffed the captives` ankles and made them stand side by side, leaned to one of the walls. They were allowed to lower their hands, but Harun threatened them not to spit out their gags.

In the mirror, Cordelia looked at herself. She had to admit that the towel covering her emphasized her legs whilst the way the two pairs of panties stuffing her mouth bulged her cheeks definitely distorted her face. Beside her, Laila had managed to work the panties partially out of her mouth and only held them between her teeth to avoid punishment. Samantha looked the most anxious of them.

»No wonder!«, Cordelia thought pitifully. »They have not only done something terrible to Isabelle, but they also have this other girl in their clutches!«

She had noticed that there was more than just friendship between Samantha and Manu and she was grateful that David still was well and alive. At least, that was what she hoped. However, given the gleeful way of their captors, Cordelia decided that they would have told them whether they had hurt or killed Mike or David.

»So far, no news is good news!«

The room was now entered by Aida who was carrying another big suitcase with her. Under her arm, she had also two of the spreader bars, one longer that the other.

»Time to get the three of you ready for our visitors! Let`s start with Laila!«

She opened the suitcase so the lid hid what was inside and took some items from it. Laila noticed a pair of bright red bootees, bright red stockings and garters and a matching corset. She hesitated, but as Jemal raised his gun and held the barrel to Cordelia`s temple, the Arab dropped her towel and began to put on the garments.

Cordelia had been put through such an ordeal before, but she was again abashed how the adding of some clothes even more emphasized Laila`s nudity. Of course, none of her assets were covered: the garters and stockings worked like a frame to her nude middle and the corset did not cover her breasts that looked even more ample as Aida now tightened the laces on it. According to the way Laila`s chest was heaving, she had slight troubles in breathing.

Her bondage, however, looked quite lenient: Aida tied her ankles to the smaller of the spreader bars, forcing her to stand with her feet some two feet apart. With one of the handcuffs, she tied her hands in front of Laila, allowing her to cover her exposed middle from view.

Aida now waved Cordelia towards her and tugged the towel from her. In her case, the »outfit« consisted of a pair of black stiletto boots that reached up to her knees, a pair of black opera gloves and another corset that only uplifted her breasts a bit, but did not cover them. Cordelia gasped as Aida tightened the laces and in the mirror, she blushed at how sluttish she now looked.

However, worse was to come. Once her hands were cuffed in front of her, Cordelia had to stand back to back to Laila and then, Aida tied the spreader bar to her right ankle. The pole was considerably longer and Aida now said:

»I need your heads on the same level! So, it seems you have to spread your legs a little wider!«

Indeed, Cordelia was three inches taller than Laila and the stiletto heels added some more height. Reluctantly, she parted her legs, almost doing a side split until Aida was satisfied and cuffed her other ankle to the bar. She looked at how Cordelia kept her pussy covered and licked her lips before she produced two small smooth sticks with straps dangling from both sides.

»I am almost sure our visitors will want to check your teeth!«

She stepped in front of Laila and wedged the panties that had come out more or less deep into the girl`s oral cavity. Laila involuntarily shied back, thus pushing against Cordelia`s backside. With a squeal, Cordelia staggered and fell forward. With her hands tied in front, she could take the blow, but now, she was standing on all fours and she felt how her butt pressed against Laila`s. The looks of Harun and her own image in one of the mirrors added to her embarrassment.

Aida had finished working the gag deep into Laila`s cheeks and throat and now, the stick was wedged between her teeth and the straps buckled at the back of her head. It looked very much like a horse`s bridle and Laila uttered an angry grunt.

Not bothering to help Cordelia raise from her undignified position, she now took care of her gag. Cordelia retched and groaned as the two pairs of panties were pushed in even more and when the stick was added, she could not help whimpering.

»You had the choice,  but you decided against the thong!«, Aida purred. Then, she pulled the straps of the gag one notch tighter.

Next, broad leather collars were tied about both girls` necks. Each had a chain dangling from it. Aida pushed both chains between the two pairs of buttocks pressed together, so they dangled down between their legs.

»Jemal, a hand, please!«

The tall man grabbed the chain of Cordelia`s handcuffs and made her stand up again. This caused Laila to stagger, but Aida cupped her breasts and prevented her from slipping as Jemal forced Cordelia to raise her hands above her head and then bend them backwards. She mewed as her hands were pulled downwards Laila`s front and touched the other`s breasts. Then, she heard a squeal and Laila twitched whilst Cordelia felt that a chain was padlocked to her handcuffs. Instinctively, she pulled, causing Laila to whimper and squirm.

Cordelia`s fluttering fingers touched some warm, soft skin and she knew it were the other`s boobs. Had she wished so, she could have groped them.

Jemal now grabbed Laila`s bound arms and forced her to bend them over Cordelia`s head. Then, Cordelia got the answer how this tie was to be fixed: Aida had grabbed the chain of her neck collar and now pulled it upwards at her front, so the chain links pressed against her pubic mound.

»Nnngggg! Mmhhmmph! Uuuhhmmm!«

Despite her muffled protests, the chain was slung over the one of Laila`s handcuffs. After Laila had repeatedly pulled on it to tighten its grip, she fixed the chain with another small padlock. Now, Cordelia had a pair of strange hands between her breasts, too.

»If you want, you can now be each other`s bras!«, Aida joked as she examined Cordelia`s nude front. She checked the tightness of the crotch chain and how the straining position forced Cordelia to thrust out her boobs.

»All nicely packed and at the same time, on full display!«, Aida commented and plucked one of Cordelia`s pubic hairs. Then, whilst Harun examined the two exposed captives, she turned towards Samantha who still leaned against the wall, guarded by Jemal.

»You, my dear, won`t have to spend the meeting like that. You will be given a more active role in entertaining the guests. And you better do a good job! Don`t forget, we do not only have one person you love and whom we can make suffer if you are disobedient, but two!«

With a sardonic smile, she reached forward and yanked away Samatha`s towel, rendering her naked.

***