Not quite a Honeymoon 7

Once Amy had left, Isabelle had inspected both her bondage and her prison more closely. Compared to previous situations, she had improved: she was tied to a convenient bed and the temperature was also okay, despite her only wearing her panties. Looking around, she saw a cupboard, a chair beside a small desk and an ajar door that led to a small bathroom. The room looked like a guest room and the only sign it was misused as a prison were the plywood boards screwed over the window.

Isabelle now turned her attention to her bonds. Her arms had been pulled to her sides and tied to the bedposts. The silk scarves were smooth, but tight and the knots were all out of her reach. Her legs were tied the same way and though she could move a bit, it wouldn`t help her to get free.

They had removed the outer layers of her gag, but still, she was chewing on her panties and had no less than three scarves tied over her mouth, the last also covering her nose. It was okay if she lay still, but if she would flail and try to scream, she would quickly get out of breath.

Then, there was the crotch rope. It was rather a crotch scarf, with several knots tied to it. It was snug, not tight, but it was there and whenever the girl shifted her hips, she felt the knots touch her most intimate spots.

»If I`d wriggle long enough, I could-«

Isabelle blinked, as if she was wondering where that thought had come from. Though so far, nobody had hurt her and also the humiliation hadn`t reached the worst level, she had no reason to let her concentration cease. Amy had told her that she wanted revenge on Mike, and she had at least one accomplice.

»Mike has overpowered her once, but she`s also an ex-agent! And this time, he might be less careful, because he loves me!«

Somehow, when she thought of the fact of Mike`s love, she never imagined one of the occasions when he had saved her, but the moment of insecurity in his eyes, when he had feared she might refuse his proposal. Again, she blinked, but she could not prevent her eyes from filling with tears.

As if she had waited for the worst moment, the door opened and Amy came in. On the first sight, it looked as if she had just slipped into something comfortable, but the leggings were also meant to emphasize her shapely legs and the T-Shirt was knotted at the navel, so it spanned over her ample breasts. Amy was barefoot and had loosened her hair; in her right, she was holding a tumbler with what looked like Whisky on the rocks.

»I know, I know«, she said, moving the glass so the ice cubes slightly clinked, »Whisky has to be enjoyed without ice, but I hope you won`t complain!«

Isabelle didn`t do her the favour of mmphing and so, Amy just sat down on the bed, so her hip touched her captive`s side, and placed the glass loosely on the redhead`s belly button. Isabelle twitched slightly as she felt the touch of the cold glass. Amy reached out with her other hand and gently brushed over Isabelle`s eyes.

»Are you crying, Isabelle Veronique? I thought you were cool!«

Amy more or less mounted Isabelle and sat down on her lap. She then fished one of the ice cubes from the tumbler, sucked the Whisky from it and then held it like a piece of chalk.

»So cool!«

Amy breathed her words more than she spoke and at the same time, she brushed over Isabelle`s eyelids with the cube. The feeling was irritating, but not yet unpleasant. The cube followed the line of her nose, hidden under the cloth, and then, Isabelle once again twitched as the ice was pressed against the side of her neck.

»The hotter you are, the faster this is over!«

She picked a second cube from the glass and now, two cubes were pressed against her carotid arteries. Then, the blonde moved her hands in small circles, giving her a tender massage and rubbing the cubes over her skin. Isabelle felt the cold wetness of the melting ice and she could not help that it sent little shivers through her nerves. She sighed and arched her head, involuntarily presenting her throat to Amy who now also caressed her shoulders.

The ice didn`t survive for long and Amy reached for the glass and emptied it. When she held it to Isabelle, she could see it still contained three cubes, one bigger than the others. Amy took the two smaller ones in her hands and again, Isabelle could not hold back a mew and avoid squirming as she then pressed the ice against the soft skin of her armpits.

Her hands were tender, but strong and soon, she moved to Isabelle`s breasts, kneading them. Whilst doing so, she made the cubes in her palms wander over her skin and though she tried to fight it, it sent blissful strays through her boobs and she could just close her eyes and blush as Amy mentioned her hard nipples, pointing directly at her gentle tormentor.

»It`s just the ice, just a reaction to the cold!«, she told herself, but at the same time, she reared up as Amy pressed harder and when the ice had melted and she withdrew, Isabelle had to bite down hard on her gag to oppress a sigh of disappointment.

Amy slid down from her and once again playfully waved her index finger.

»You naughty, naughty girl!«

She left the bed, picked the tumbler and looked at the last ice cube, as if she was uncertain what to do with it. Then, focussing Isabelle, she emptied the last drops from the glass and sucked on the cube in a way that was more than ambiguous. With a hoarse voice, she said:

»Seems you have contaminated me and I am now naughty, too! Maybe, we should both cool down a bit!«

Without warning, she pushed the ice cube deep into Isabelle`s panties, working it under her crotch scarf. The cold touch at her most sensitive spot made Isabelle rear up and twitch and she sent high-pitched squeals through her gag.

»As said, the hotter you are, the faster it will be over!«, Amy giggled and took her phone to film how Isabelle unwillingly spasmed and squirmed. She wasn`t yet sure whether she wanted to send it to Mike, allow Alinda and Adele to enjoy it or if she would keep it to herself, but she didn`t want to get such a lovely sight lost!

***

Lalita silently stared at Mike. He had just given her a brief summary of what had happened to Julie and Mathilda who had been assaulted by the same women who had tied and gagged her and kidnapped Isabelle.

»So, you knew these two were out there – and yet, you let Belle go out alone and unprotected?«

»There was no sign that they knew about me, too! However, I am more and more convinced that I have met one of these two before!«

Lalita`s eyes widened even more.

»Y-You mean, this has been all about you, from the very beginning?«

Mike shook his head.

»I don`t think so. After all, my relation towards Julie is far from being close and it`s more a coincidence that she asked me for help. But if I build intersections between women who are capable of committing criminal acts, women who know about me and want to see me suffer and, last but not least, women who are blondes with blue eyes and 34C boobs, one name literally yells at me – Amelia Thorne, a former – colleague!«

Now, Lalita cocked her head.

»Just a colleague?«

Mike frowned and with a smile, Lalita added:

»Well, she holds a grudge against you – and you know her bra size!«

»I know yours, too!«, Mike countered and Lalita`s smile vanished.

»So?«

Mike ostentatiously looked at her eyes and nowhere else.

»34D?«

»Maybe!«

Lalita`s dress wasn`t that revealing, but she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and her cheeks reddened. Mike bent forward and kissed her forehead.

»Don`t worry, Lolly, I will consider you my comrade, and also as Ravi`s little sister – not as the gorgeous woman you have become!«

Lalita boxed against his arm and giggled.

»Now, I know what Belle meant!«

Mike raised an eyebrow and she explained:

»She said you could say the cheesiest compliments in a way they feel good!«

Mike scoffed, his smile looking a bit lugubrious.

»She`s a goddess – and I have only human words to describe her!«

»Awww!«

The sigh had come deep from Lalita`s heart, but Mike now forced a broader grin on his face.

»You are right: sometimes, I really sound a bit cheesy! So, before this turns into a rom com, we should focus on the criminal part. As you know, Amy sent me a letter!«

Lalita waited for him to take it out of his pocket, but he didn`t move and so, she asked if she could see it. Mike shook his head.

»She`s very – specific in her orders. So, since you are only on my side for a few minutes now, I think it`s better to reveal the sleazy details peu a peu!«

»Yeah, always make a big show if you know something the other`s don`t! Belle also mentioned that – and on that occasion, she didn`t seem that impressed!«

Mike just looked at her silently and with a sigh, Lalita asked:

»What does that Amy want from you?«

»Mathilda.«

Lalita gasped.

»Mathilda? You mean – kidnap her?«

Mike nodded.

»I have no idea why, since it seems that Julie is the main target, but that´s what she wants! So, here`s the deal!«

He got up and when Lalita stood up, too, he placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her in a tight grip. Looking at her eyes with a stern expression, he said:

»Lolly, the reason why I haven`t told you more yet is that now, you can still back off! I trust you enough to keep your mouth shut for a few days, whilst you are hiding in Sheffield! Maybe, I can`t save Belle, but at least, I can take care that you will be out of danger!«

Lalita didn`t shy back. Instead, she now grabbed his hands and replied:

»I am the sister of The Bengal Tiger!«

At the age of six, before Lalita was even born, both Mike and Ravi had started with Ju Jutsu and both been quite successful. Both had attended several local tournaments and since the Singhs came from West Bengal, Ravi had chosen the not very imaginative, but fitting nom du guerre »The Bengal Tiger«, whilst Mike went under »Ozzie the Ogre«. When both had reached the age of 14, Ravi, then holding a blue belt and having come together with his first girlfriend, had quit training, but the nickname had stuck to him. Mike saw the determination in Lalita`s eyes and took her hands.

»Now, I know we will win, for I have a 34D Bengal Tigress on my side!«

»Sexist pig!«

Lalita boxed his arm again, but she smiled and arched her back a bit to emphasize her features. Then, she saw Mike reach into the inner pocket of his jacket, producing the letter. As he unfolded it, Lalita took a deep breath. Now, there was no way back!

Her heart bumped as she now bent over the bed where Mike had placed Amy`s letter.

***

»Oh no, did you enjoy that scarf between your legs a little too much, or have you just lost control over your bladder?«

Alinda, still wearing her mask, looked down on Isabelle who could not help blushing all over at the remark. The ice cube had melted, but of course, it had left a wet spot on her panties, right between her legs. The masked woman now bent over her crotch and with a theatrical gesture, she waved air towards her nose.

»Seems it is just water!«, she said and then, she added:

»However, do you need to go?«

Isabelle nodded and Alinda drew her gun.

»No tricks – and leave the gag where it is!«

Again, Isabelle nodded and the woman freed her from the scarves binding her wrists and ankles. With a questioning look, Isabelle pointed at her crotch rope and Alinda said:

»You may remove it – for now!«

At least, Alinda allowed her to enter the bathroom alone, granting Isabelle five minutes. She sat down and relieved herself, bending the rules a bit by peeling the first scarf from her nose so she could breathe more freely. Then, she inspected the small room. It contained a shower and a sink. The small window had also been blocked by a thick board and Isabelle quickly looked for anything that could be useful for an escape.

On a small board in the shower, she saw a bottle of combined shampoo and shower gel, at the sink, she discovered a plastic cup containing a toothbrush and paste. Beside it, there was a small leather case. Isabelle opened it – and was like electrified. It contained a nail file and a small pair of scissors.

However, how could she smuggle the scissors back to the bed? When she tied her again, her captor would sure notice if she kept her hand balled to a fist.

There was a knock at the door and Isabelle quickly pulled up her panties, grimacing as they were still damp at the front. She then flushed and quickly adjusted the scarf, pulling it back over her nose. Then, Isabelle stepped outside where the masked woman was sitting on the bed.

»Come here, let me check your gag!«

»Mmmhrrrrmm!«

Isabelle glanced at her and Alinda laughed. She approached the woman and she inspected the knots of her scarves, untying the one that covered her mouth and nose, so she could tighten it.

»I haven`t allowed that you loosen it! Next time, you will be punished!«

She slapped Isabelle`s butt and then, she tied her up again. As she tied her hands, Isabelle noticed that she indeed looked closely if she was hiding anything in her hands. Isabelle now waited to be ordered to spread her legs, but instead, Alinda bent over her and slung the crotch scarf around her waist. Knowing what would come next, Isabelle did not moan as she brought the knot to her back, threaded the knotted ends between her legs and then pushed them through the waist scarf. Repeatedly, Alinda tightened and loosened the scarf, putting a massage to Isabelle`s crotch.

»You are playing hard to get! Well, it will be a few hours until dinner and so, you may want to have something to pass time!«

Alinda grabbed one of the scarves that had tied her ankles and knotted it to the ends of the crotch scarf. Then, she pulled on the scarf, so Isabelle had to stretch her arms and her middle was pulled towards the bottom of the bed. There, Alinda tied off the scarf to the bedframe.

»Now, you can relax your legs and even have some fun! Aren`t I generous?«

Isabelle fumed through her gag and stared daggers at her. Alinda bent over her and playfully squeezed her nipple before she pranced towards the door.

»See you in six hours, Sweetie!«

As the door fell shut, Isabelle let out a deep sigh of relief. Her plan had worked! By her moaning and glancing angrily, she had made her captor focus on her face. So, the masked woman hadn`t noticed that Isabelle had limped a little when she had walked the few steps from the bathroom door towards the bed. Then, she had been lucky, though the now much tighter crotch rope didn`t feel that way: Her legs were free – and the woman hadn`t noticed the scissors. Isabelle had just pushed her toe through one of the handle openings and hidden it under her sole.

»Now, let´s see how far my teenage ballet lessons will get me!«

***

»In the military, we call these mission-type tactics!«

In fact, the instructions given by Amy had been quite precise, but left Mike some liberties in how he could achieve his goals. Lalita suddenly giggled.

»This is so unreal! I mean, if you`d pinch me now, I would wake up and wonder why I have dreamt up such a bullshit, wouldn`t I?«

Mike rose, but instead of pinching Lalita, he went to the minibar, grabbed two of the small bottles and handed one to the girl.

»We have to stay alert, but I think one to calm the nerves is okay!«

Lalita still giggled hysterically and when she reached for her bottle, her fingers trembled so much it fell to the carpeted floor. Mike unscrewed both bottles and when he put one back in the girl`s hand, he closed his hand around her ice cold fingers.

»Drink!«

He more or less had to instill the liquor into her mouth, but she swallowed whilst Mike had his drink, too. Lalita coughed and looked at him.

»Phew, pure Whisky!«

»I prefer Gin, too, but it was not meant for fun! Now, come with me!«

He led Lalita to the small balcony and there, he lit a cigarette and offered her one, too. To his surprise, Lalita smoked without hesitation. He smiled.

»Does Ravi know about your bad habits?«

Lalita inhaled and then, sounding much more relaxed, she answered:

»No! But if he ever finds out that I am not only selling underwear, but also promoting it by wearing it myself on the photos, this will be my least problem!«

»So, your older brother still refuses to accept that little Lolly-cub has become a fully grown Bengal Tigress?«

Mike let his eyes wander over her breasts when mentioning »fully grown« and Lalita boxed his arm for the third time. He hugged her and kissed her cheek.

»And now, you have become my partner in crime, though we are trying to do the right thing!«

Lalita chuckled, but this time, it sounded as if she had herself under control.

»The right thing – just in an unconventional way!«

When they had finished reading the letter, he had told Lalita that he would do what Amy wanted, but his final goal was not only to free Isabelle, but also to bring Amy and her accomplices to justice.

»Maybe, it won`t be legal justice!«, he had added in his mind, but this would have further confused Lalita. So, he had just told her that they would follow Amy`s orders only to the point where they could take initiative in their own hands.

»So, what part shall I play? Am I your – secret weapon? The ally that comes out of nowhere?«

She had finished her cigarette and Mike led her inside.

»Not quite. I mean, Amy is a lot of things, but she isn`t dumb. I don`t know if they have the manpower to observe the hotel, but they can guess that I haven`t left you behind. So, they know that you are here and Amy will at least assume that I perhaps involved you in my plans. No, your job is to make the trap look less suspicious!«

Lalita nodded silently. She peeked at the bed where the letter was still lying. The first paragraph had been clear and short:

»Get Mathilda and keep her at a place of your choice until you get further instructions. Leave the bitch (aka Julie) behind, arranged in an interesting way!«

What followed had been detailed instructions on how the »interesting arrangement« should be and though Lalita knew from her own predicament a few hours ago that Amy and her accomplices were no strangers to imaginative sadism, she had shuddered by the thought of being forced to join in such cruelties. Mike, however, had reacted as if these things were not new to him. Lalita shuddered at the implications of that.

Mike packed a few things he thought he would need and stowed it in his jacket. Then, he took the letter, burned it over the toilet and flushed the ashes away. Somehow, this gesture she had seen in films several times fully convinced Lalita that this was all real. Mike turned back towards her.

»I think we both know the content by heart and I don`t want to confuse the room service. Now, let`s go and do some shopping!«

***

At about the same time when Lalita and Mike had had their drinks, Julie N`Kono wished she had some alcohol stored at her office. She was standing by the window, staring at the grey wall of the adjacent building as if it was of any interest. The room was silent, except for an occasional sob from Mathilda.

The day at the newspaper had started well, according to the circumstances. Both she and Mathilda had agreed upon not telling their male colleagues about their last night`s ordeal and whilst Mathilda had hidden herself behind her computer, pretending to work, Julie had held an improvised conference with the others.

She had been pleased that they had run »Changing World« almost exactly as she would have done. An article by Laila that gave first-hand information about the circumstances in Somaliland, the country where the Harriers illegally sold by Pearce had vanished, generated lots of clicks, for she had somehow managed to get interviews with a real mercenary leader from the African country. »Changing World« had also gained some more subscribers than the day before and so they guessed that the damage caused by the loss of their exclusive story was less than they had thought.

»Looks like we will only lose two thirds of the promised raise of salary!«, Martin had concluded and Julie had joined in their laughter.

»Perhaps, if you keep up your good work of compensating our lost headliner, it will be just half of it!«

So, knowing that she still had a good and loyal crew of coworkers, Julie had been able to do some work with renewed energy and she had even been able to cope with the white lie she would have to tell her coworkers.

Once Mike had talked to his fiancé, he had promised to call her and then, she would pretend that she was still suffering from what had happened and that she needed a few days off. Today was Thursday and so, if she would return on Monday, she would only have to leave her crew alone for a short time.

Julie had doubled her efforts to ger some work done and shortly before lunch break, she had informed her colleagues about her need of a short rest. She had felt a bit guilty about how understanding they had been and when the men had left for lunch, she had felt almost relieved. Then, she had seen that Mathilda had still been sitting on her desk, looking paler than ever.

»Mathilda, Dear, are you okay? We – we can order something if you don`t want to get on the streets alone!«

Instead of an answer, Mathilda had jumped up and rushed towards the bathroom. A worried Julie had followed her and it had ended up with her kneeling beside the girl and holding her hair whilst Mathilda had thrown up.

»Poor girl! At my office, I have some Aspirin – and Tictac!«

Mathilda had staggered with her, but suddenly, she had burst in tears. Julie had taken her into her arms, but Mathilda had pushed her away.

»D-don`t be so – so nice! I – I d-d-don`t deserve it!«

Julie had thought that she had felt guilty about opening the door, letting the criminals in, and she had assured her that there was no one to blame except for their attackers. However, when she had brushed over Mathilda`s head, all dams had broken and, interrupted by sobs, she had told her the whole truth, starting by how she had informed someone who had paid her 1000 Pound about the fact that Mike had asked for Laila`s whereabouts.

Julie had been shocked. Sure, Laila had already been kidnapped when Mike had first entered the rooms of »Changing World«, but still, this made Mathilda an accomplice of Pearce and his henchmen. A traitor both to Laila and her.

And, not enough of that, she had not only opened the emergency door on purpose, but she still was on the paylist of the people who were behind her! Julie had not found words, a rather rare occasion.

»And I have felt pity for you, because you got involved into what I thought was targeted at me!«, she finally hissed, still staring out of the window. Mathilda answered with another sob and then, she finally breathed:

»I – I will tell the Police!«

Julie said nothing. She still felt a little pity for the crying heaps of misery in her office, but she also felt betrayed and if Mathilda wanted to hand herself to the authorities, she would not stop her. Perhaps, this was the better way, instead of hiring some shady snoop whose only reputation was that he had helped in freeing Laila Steele.

She heard Mathilda get to her feet and stagger to the door. Then, she uttered, more to herself than to Julie:

»I hope they will get Adele and her accomplices!«

Had Mathilda poured a bucket of icy water over Julie, it would have had the same effect on the Black. Adele! Sure, it was a common name, she could tell three or four Adeles she knew. But only one of those had a reason to hurt her.

She spun around and grabbed the arm of Mathilda who was about to leave the office.

»Wait!«, she ordered and then, as the girl stared at her, she lowered her voice and added:

»Please!«

***

»Mph!«

So far, Isabelle`s ballet lessons had gotten her nowhere, for she still hadn`t managed to get her body free. Her first attempt had been to stretch her leg and then bend it as high up towards her hand, but no matter how much she had tried to strain her muscles, there were still a few inches between the scissors dangling from her big toe and the tips of her fingers. Of course, she could have tried to shake it off and hope that the scissors would land somewhere within reach. But if she dropped them, she had gained nothing.

So, she had instead tried to handle the scissors with her toes and to cut through the scarf that connected her crotch rope to the lower bedframe. The only problem was that these were nail scissors, with curved blades not longer than an inch. In addition, she had to keep the scarf as taut as possible – and to achieve this, she had to tighten the crotch rope, too.

Progress was slow and though she was far from being aroused, she could feel how the knots in the scarf rubbed over her pubic mound as she was forced to wriggle her hips as she moved her feet to use the scissors. Her toes and ankles ached from the straining position and she was panting heavily, though she actually didn`t move much.

All the time, Isabelle carefully listened for approaching steps, though it wouldn`t help her if she stopped cutting the scarf if someone came. They would catch her red-handed – or rather red-footed – and then, they would take care that she didn`t try such a thing a second time. Most likely, they would also punish her and she was sure that Amy and her comrade would have lots of mean and kinky ideas when it would come to that.

»Mike should have sent her to prison – or sold her off to that Swiss guy, like Linh and Guylène!«

She bent forward and could see that the rip in the cloth had increased. She pulled back her pelvis and heard a tearing sound, but still, the scarf was strong enough that the crotch rope cut into her. Cursing into her gag, Isabelle cut another inch before she tried it again.

Finally, the scarf was cut and Isabelle panted, shaking her aching feet. Then, able to crouch and pull her knees up to her breasts, she could get her foot close enough to her hand that she could pluck the scissors.

One Minute later, Isabelle could free her other hand, too. Before she touched her gag, she sneaked towards the door. If Adele or her accomplice came now, she could attack them by surprise and maybe even hurt her opponent with the scissors before running away.

Still, there seemed to be nobody and so, Isabelle undid the scarves tied over her mouth and nose. Then, coughing with relief, she got the sodden panties from her mouth.

»Phew, Lolly was right! I should prefer silk to cotton!«

She looked down on herself. The wet spot on her panties had dried, but it was the only piece of garment she was wearing and she was covered with sweat. Isabelle knew that this was no real priority, but she went for the bathroom and washed her face. Then, she looked at the crumpled scarves and found that one of them was just long enough she could sling it around her nape, cross it at her front and after draping it over her breasts, knot it behind her back. After she had adjusted it, it looked almost like a bikini top.

She tied another scarf around her hips and though her makeshift dress still was skimpy, she felt covered.

»If they blocked the window, we are somewhere where other people are, too! And if I run into any rescuers, I don`t need an extra portion of embarrassment!«

She once again listened carefully at the door and then, she opened it a bit. She saw a wicker basket on a trolley standing at the corridor and with a shudder, she remembered her transport to her prison. However, there was no sign of any of her captors.

Holding the small pair of scissors like a knife in her hand, she sneaked out of the room. Then, she heard steps from around the corner.

»Oh no, not yet!«

She hid behind the basket and listened. The corridor had oak parquet and the PATUNK! PATUNK! Told her that whoever approached was wearing high heels. Both Amy and her comrade had worn sneakers, but of course, they could have changed.

A woman now stepped around the corner and Isabelle tightened the grip at the scissors. The woman was alone and she hadn`t spotted Isabelle yet.

However, instead of coming closer, she suddenly reached for her belt and then brought a cell phone to her ear. Whilst the woman was listening to whoever was on the other end of the line, Isabelle could watch her closer.

She had a blonde bob – but she definitely wasn`t Amy and the other woman had had a curl protruding from her mask, indicating that she was a brunette. So, there was at least one more!

Isabelle had never seen her before, but she looked like a banker, or maybe a chief secretary. She guessed that she was about Mike`s age, maybe a bit older. Though she hardly said anything, except for a few hums, she seemed delighted to what she heard and after some minute, she purred:

»Thank you, Amy, I am coming!«

Then, she turned on her heels and went where she had come from. Isabelle waited until the sound of her heels on the parquet had vanished; then, she went into the same direction.

She was still eager to escape, but she was also a Policewoman and so, she also wanted to know what was going on and who was behind her abduction and all that. And her instincts told her at least one thing for sure:

Whoever that blonde woman was, she seemed to be the leader of Amy and her comrade!

***