Not quite a Honeymoon 8

At the same time, Julie was feeling a bit guilty, whilst she was also amazed on how good she was able to lie. She had talked to Mathilda, calmed the girl down and assured her that she had made a mistake, but that the real criminals were the ones who had assaulted them. All the time, Julie had managed to distract Mathilda from the fact that what had caused her change of attitude had been the fact the girl had mentioned Adele.

They had still been at Julie`s office, with the others still at their lunch break, when the phone suddenly rang. Julie answered it a bit reluctantly when she saw the number was Mike`s.

»Bonjour, Jolie Julie! I just wanted to inform you that my fiancé is approving the fact I`m helping you with your little problem! In fact, she has had a great idea. Listen-«

And so, Julie listened, watched by a curious Mathilda. The usual talkative Julie just made short remarks here and there and after a few minutes, she ended the call and looked at Mathilda. Julie took a deep breath, but when she put her hands on Mathilda`s shoulders, she forced a smile on her lips.

»Mathilda, now, things are going to be fine: you and I will go into hiding! This Mike had figured out a place where we can stay for a few days and no one will find us – and he has also said that he has also a trace of the two women! So, the worst thing we have to face is a few days in some warehouse or remote shed and then, our lives will get back to normal!«

Mathilda blinked and smiled wryly, too.

»So, you are considering two days in the same room with someone who betrayed you a good thing?«

Julie hugged Mathilda.

»I think you have paid more than enough for your mistake!«

Mathilda responded to the hug and Julie once again felt as if she was the traitor of them two. She let the girl go and said:

»Mike said that he will send the person who will be our host. She will pick you first, for I still have a few errands to run, but in the evening, we can face a night of undisturbed sleep for a change!«

Mathilda looked a bit overwhelmed, but Julie almost shooed her out of her office.

»Five minutes before she arrives, he will send me a picture of her car. I will send it to you and then, you just go outside, wait for the car and if there is no masked woman driving it, you get in! See you in the evening!«

When the door fell shut, Julie let herself fall on her chair and she quickly started her computer. Perhaps, she could avoid that her reputation got stained if Mike really had found a track that would lead to Adele.

***

Lalita stared at Mike with disbelief.

»Wow, you are really a convincing liar! I almost believe myself that we are good people!«

»Well, I am going to be married, isn`t that one of the required skills?«

Mike steered the Smart from the SIXT parking lot to Lalita`s »Panti-Monium«. During the last two hours, they had done a veritable power-shopping-trip, but now, the preparations were over. Now, once they had reached her studio, Lalita would take over and get to pick up Mathilda whilst Mike would – wait for them.

»What if I am not convincing enough? I mean, what if Mathilda gets suspicious and refuses to even get into the car?«

»Then, our plan has failed, Amy will sure do something mean to Belle and I will tell Ravi that you are smoking and drinking!«

Lalita gulped. Not because she was really afraid of her brother, but because Mike had been right about the other things, too. If she failed, Isabelle would suffer and it would be her fault. She looked around in the small car and asked:

»Why did you pick a Smart? Don`t kidnappers usually drive vans?«

She giggled at the fact she was referring to them as »kidnappers«. Mike explained:

»First, it`s easier to find a place to park. Second, Mathilda will perhaps be less suspicious if she can tell on first sight that no surprises are hiding on the backseat, for there aren`t any. Third, you now have an excuse why you can only pick them one by one if Julie changes her mind and wants to come with Mathilda!«

Lalita nodded silently as Mike stopped the car close to »Benisha`s«. The shop now was open, but he was sure that he could get to the studio by using the side entrance. He lifted the suitcase that just fit the trunk outside the car whilst Lalita changed to the driver`s seat.

Mike bent over the sitting girl and said:

»If you think you will be too nervous, remember your Granny!«

Against her will, Lalita had to laugh. Whenever Granny Singh, who was 85 by now, felt nervous or simply didn`t want to talk to someone, she pretended that she only spoke a few words of English and talked to others in Hindi until they gave up speaking to her. Mike hugged his new comrade and said:

»Now, go Bengal Tigress!«

»Roar!«, Lalita responded, but when she drove off, she felt that her heartbeat already was accelerating and her hands were getting sweaty.

***

Isabelle had followed the blonde woman with some distance, always looking around carefully to not be surprised by anyone who perhaps was inside the hose, too. She hadn`t taken that much notice of her surroundings, but this was definitely either a big house or a small mansion and albeit it was a modern house, it looked as if it had cost more than even Mike with his secret Swiss bank account could afford.

She heard female voices from behind a door and, after she had once again checked the corridor behind her, Isabelle sneaked towards it. It was a vast living room that seemed to be in the ground floor, for the windows reached to the floor, but the aluminium blinds were closed and so, she couldn`t tell what the garden looked like.

One wall was dominated by a giant TV screen and Isabelle could see the backs of two blonde heads, that of Amy and the woman she had followed. Both were sitting in a couch whose backrest was facing the door. Beside them, in an armchair, a third woman was sitting with her legs over the armrest. She was a brunette with long, curly hair and Isabelle guessed she was the one whose lack of caution had allowed her to get here. She was balancing a laptop on her knees and just said:

»Isabelle on Ice in three – two – one – play!«

She pressed a key and on the screen, Isabelle now could see an enlarged image of herself, tied to the bed and sporting only her panties. There was a short musical intro and then, the camera focussed on her pelvis and she started to squirm and twitch. Isabelle heard how she had mewed and sighed when the ice cube had been inside her panties and on the screen, she could see a wet spot build close to the knotted scarf between her legs. The two blondes giggled and applauded.

»It`s even better if you play it on slow motion!«, the brunette said and pressed a few keys. The video went back to the start and now, Isabelle`s squirming looked like she was lolling on the bed and enjoying her ordeal. The brunette had put some porn music under the clip and though she knew about the background, Isabelle couldn`t help blushing.

»In an hour or so, I will call Mikey!«, Amy said, »And if he has done as I told him, I will perhaps send it to him, as a little reward!«

Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine. So, Amy had not only kidnapped her to torture Mike, but she was also forcing him to do something for her! She saw the other blonde turn towards the brunette.

»Alinda, play the other one, just one more time!«

The screen went black and then, another woman appeared. She was a tallish Black and the black-framed nerd glasses contrasted amazingly with the fact she was naked, at least down to her belly where the picture frame ended. She now thrust out her ample boobs, pushed the glasses to the tip of her nose with one finger and smiled into the camera.

»Hi, I am Julie N`Kono! I am a 36D, and since none of you is looking at my glasses, you should not wait to make passes, boys!«

Isabelle stared at the screen where now the camera zoomed at the boobs. The clip looked like an advertising for a sex hotline, but she knew that woman! After she had been freed from her captivity near Calais, where she had met Laila Steele, she had occasionally read articles of »Changing World« and so, she knew the face of Julie N`Kono, though the photo on the newspaper`s homepage looked far more serious.

»If you want, I can send it to the internet, together with her real number! Let`s see if the bitch attracts some lonely hearts!«

The blonde laughed and replied:

»Nice idea, but we should delay that until the evening. By then, we should have some more hot footage of her!«

Now, all three laughed and Isabelle thought about withdrawing. Then, her eyes fell on the sideboard. There, a gun was lying; obviously, Alinda had deposited it there before she had made herself comfortable on the armchair. Isabelle hesitated.

»They are still three against one – and I have no idea whether there are even more of their henchmen around!«

On the other hand, the gun was a chance and Isabelle was sick of always being the helpless damsel who had to be rescued. So, she threw the scissors towards the window and as the three women twitched from the sound as they hit the glass, she used the moment of distraction to dart forward and grab the gun.

»Freeze!«

Three pairs of eyes stared at her as Isabelle aimed at them, positioning herself so she had the wall at her back. She smiled at Alinda who was holding the laptop as if it would block a bullet.

»Seems you are not good in tying knots!«

At gunpoint, she forced all three to get on their knees, side by side and with their hands folded at the backs of their heads. Alinda still looked puzzled, Amy alert and the blonde seemed to try to keep up some countenance.

»Now, though this might not be the most heroic showdown, one of you will now toss me her phone and I will call the Police!«

She concentrated on Amy whose eyes were showing that she was searching for an escape. Isabelle knew from Mike that she mustn`t underestimate her.

»Cheer up, Amy! At least, this time, you are allowed to stay dressed!«

The mentioning of her embarrassment when they had last met made Amy`s cheeks redden slightly, but she just spat at Isabelle:

»You think you are smart, don`t you?«

Without haste, she came to her feet and Isabelle raised the gun.

»Get back down!«

Amy now stood, looking at her. She made a step forward and Isabelle pulled the trigger. However, it hardly moved, as if it had jammed. Amy grinned.

»But obviously, not smart enough for a smart gun!«

Isabelle knew about smart guns, weapons that had a scanner for fingerprints or other biometric data, so they could only be used by registered owners. In Marseille, she had even voted that they should be introduced at the French Police forces. She once again pulled the trigger in vain. Then, as she saw Amy make a move, she threw the gun at her and jumped for the door.

She had made it to the corridor when she felt a hand grab her ankle. Isabelle staggered, but managed to kick at Amy who dodged and let her go so abruptly she slammed against the wall. Now, Alinda was approaching and threw herself upon her. Still, Isabelle had been taught Martial Arts and she managed to block the attack, but when she wanted to run away, Amy, who had come back to her feet, kicked away her feet, Sending her to the ground.

»Now, this gun may not be smart, but it`s me who is holding it!«

It was the blonde, now holding a small gun in her hand. It looked like a toy, but Isabelle didn`t want to give it a test. She was lying on her back, staring at Amy who stood in fighting position whilst Alinda massaged her stomach where Isabelle`s kick had hit her.

»So, since you gave proof that our knots are not tight enough and you are also not willing to behave well, we will see if we can improve on both!«, Amy said with a sardonic smile.

***

In front of the building where »Changing World« was located, Lalita could see a small, petite woman waiting. She had long brown hair and a pale skin and looked nervously down the street. Lalita took a deep breath and then, she flashed the lights twice before stopping the car.

»A-are you getting me t-to Mike?«, the girl asked in a nervous tone and Lalita, who was almost as nervous as her target, nodded.

»Yes, to Mike, yes, yes, get in!«

She added some words in Hindi and spoke with an accent that her family would have accused her of playing a racist caricature of herself. However, Mathilda seemed to buy it and got into the car. Lalita drove off and thanked the Gods that Mathilda didn`t try to start a conversation and either anxiously looked into the outside mirror or stared down at the floor.

»No need to look back, danger is waiting right in front of you!«, Lalita thought as they slowly approached the East End. She had put on an Indian radio station and the music filled the car, drowning the silence between them.

They reached the »Benisha`s« and Lalita was glad to find a parking spot just some 100 yards away.

»Come, Miss, come, come!«

Mathilda looked to all sides, but followed her to the door between the houses that opened to the corridor. Once they were inside, Lalita made Mathilda follow her.

»Mike waiting at studio, come, come!«

She walked around the corner and entered a broader corridor that had racks with clothes on both sides. The door of her studio was just some ten yards away. Would Mike be-

»Oouuhhmmph!«

The sound made Lalita spin around and her first thought was that Mathilda was doing some strange dancing. Then, she saw that Mike had wrapped her arm around her arms and upper body and had raised her from the ground, so the girl kicked and flailed heavily. With his other hand, he was pressing a cloth over her face.

»Mmhhmmmph! Uuhhmm! Hhhrrrrmmm!«

With helpless fascination, Lalita watched the scene. Mike had told her that he would overpower Mathilda and narcotize her, but she had never seen someone getting chloroformed for real before. Mathilda squirmed and kicked into the air, but after what seemed to be an eternity, her movements became weaker and the muffled screams she sent through the cloth over her mouth became fainter. Then, she collapsed in Mike`s arms. He lowered her to the floor and left the cloth over her mouth and nose for another minute before he removed it and checked whether she really had passed out completely. Then, he rose and approached Lalita who shied back from him. Mike dropped the chloroform rag and grabbed her hand. It was ice cold. Pulling her closer, he put his other hand on her cheek.

»Hey, Lolly, I know you feel terrible, but you had no other choice! And you did great!«

Lalita looked at him with tearful eyes and made a croaking sound. Mike playfully squeezed her cheek, like he had done when she had been a little girl.

»This is ›Bengal Tigress 34D – No Time to Cry‹ – and we still have some nasty work to do!«

He let Lalita go and she took a few deep breaths and cleared her nose whilst Mike cradled the unconscious girl in his arms. He carried her inside the studio and Lalita closed the door behind them, locking it twice.

She shuddered when she saw that Mike had prepared the next step. Nothing of the things that usually didn`t belong there looked suspicious – until one knew its purpose.

»She will be out for some 20 minutes. So, if you want to go out and have a cigarette, I can also do it alone!«

Lalita shook her head and whilst Mike took off Mathilda`s jacket and quickly checked the pockets, she took off the girl`s shoes. Everything went into a large plastic bag Mike had placed on the floor.

Luckily for Lalita, Mathilda wore socks instead of pantyhose and so, she could take off these whilst Mike pulled both her sweater and T-shirt over her head. She left it to Mike to open Mathilda`s belt, but pulled on the legs of her jeans to get them off their victim. Now, clad in just her plain white bra and the white lacy thong, the girl looked even smaller and more vulnerable than before. Lalita oppressed a sigh when she spotted the small silver ring in Mathilda`s belly button.

»Lolly, could you please get me the ropes and the tape from the desk?«

Gratefully, Lalita turned her back and gathered the demanded items whilst Mike took off Mathilda`s bra and panties, putting the latter aside whilst tossing the bra into the bag.

»Why do they want her to be naked?«, Lalita asked as she handed the ropes and tape to Mike. He shrugged.

»I think it`s less likely she will try to escape like that!«

He could think of two or three more reasons, but decided to leave that up to Lalita`s fantasy. He took one of the ropes, grabbed Mathilda`s right wrist and bent it to her left elbow behind her back. He tied her wrist and elbow together and repeated the procedure to her other wrist. Now, Mathilda`s arms were folded behind her back and the ropes` ends dangled to the floor.

He secured the bonds with some tape, then, he brought the ends to the front, crossed them between Mathilda`s small breasts and pulled the ropes over her shoulders and finally pushed them between the girl`s lower arms and her back. As he then pulled the slack out, her arms were pulled closer to her upper body.

»You are not doing that for the first time!«, Lalita remarked as Mike slung the ends once more around Mathilda`s upper arms before knotting the ends off at her front, close to her solar plexus.

»Yeah, got some routine during the last years!«

He took another rope, doubled it and slung it around the girl`s waist before pulling it between her legs. Lalita had been forced to witness how the two masked women had tied the knotted scarf between Isabelle`s legs – but at least, she had been wearing panties and this was hemp rope instead of a silk cloth.

»Is that necessary?«

»As you know, the letter said ›make her feel uncomfortable and helpless‹! The details, Amy left to my dirty imagination!«

She noticed that he had pushed the crotch rope`s ends through the waist rope, but had left the ends dangle from above her buttocks and had not yet tightened this rope. Instead, he now meticulously tied Mathilda`s legs: at her thighs, above and below the knees, midways on her lower legs and at her ankles. Just to not have to stare at the crotch rope all the time, Lalita took a shoelace and tied the girl`s big toes together.

»Now, get me the cotton wool and the bandage, please!«

He placed two cotton wool pads over Mathilda`s eyes and taped them in place before securing the blindfold with the bandage. Above, he tied another two rounds of tape. Then, he twisted some more of the cotton wool, pushed it into Mathilda`s ears and taped over them.

»Now, for the gag! Luckily, Amy has been quite precise in her orders on that!«

»Luckily!«, Lalita scoffed and Mike looked up to her.

»Maybe, it will cheer you up a bit if I tell you that she got the idea because I did it to her – and when this is all over, I will gladly do that favour to her again!«

Lalita didn`t feel consoled, but she watched as Mike now took a pair of white panties from his pocket. She recognized them as one of the plain cotton ones Isabelle seemed to prefer, with just a little lace trimming on the edges.

»She is considering to become a regular customer of ›Lolly`s Panti-Monium‹ anyway!«, Mike commented as he turned the panties inside out before balling them up and carefully, but thoroughly stuffing them inside the still unconscious girl`s mouth. They seemed to be quite substantial for such a petite woman`s oral cavity, but Mike worked all the material behind her teeth. Lalita handed him a silk scarf and he wound it twice between her lips and around her head before knotting it at her nape.

With another bandage and some five rounds of tape, Mike completed the gag. Mathilda seemed to regain her consciousness, for she was slightly squirming and making faint noises through her gag.

»We better finish her up!«

He sat Mathilda up and took the ends of her crotch rope. Then, he told Lalita to grab the girl`s ankles and lift her legs. The Indian obeyed and Mike pulled. Mathilda reared up and mewed and Lalita had almost let her go when she tried to squirm. However, the bound girl was no match for her captors and Lalita managed to bend her legs so Mike could get the ends of the crotch rope over her shoulders and tie the ends off at the backs of her knees. Now, Mathilda had to sit bent forward, her chest wedged against her thighs, and she moaned and panted. Lalita got a glimpse of her backside and shuddered at how deep the ropes had sunk between her buttocks.

»It must be even more horrifying on – on the other side!«

When Lalita had been away, Mike had cut a few air holes into the suitcase and now, he embedded the squirming girl inside it. He had to force her forehead against her knees and she barely fit in, despite being just 5`2`` and petite, but finally, he could close the lid and the zipper. He then got up and gently put his hand on Lalita`s shoulder.

»If you still need to cry – now would be an opportunity.«

She cuddled against his chest and he slung his arms around her. However, Lalita just snivelled and then looked up to him. Her voice was more a breath.

»I-I think I can stand it! But I will now break one of my iron rules and have a cigarette in here!«

They smoked and though they had both turned their backs towards the suitcase, they wouldn`t have needed the faint noises coming from inside to remind them of what they had done – still were doing!

Compared to the things that still were lying ahead of them, stripping, binding and gagging Mathilda had just been the prelude.

***

Escorted by all three women, Isabelle was led down some stairs and into a cellar room. It looked like it had been a regular hobby cellar and Isabelle shuddered, not only from the chilly air: quite a lot of tools could be easily misused as torture instruments.

Amy now crossed her wrists in front of her body and used some electrical tape to tie them, cinching the bonds and pulling each loop tight. These ties were then secured by two cable binders; Amy even took the time to cut off the ends with pliers. Then, she tied a long rope around her wrists and put that over a hook in the ceiling. The room had a rather narrow ceiling, but since Isabelle was just 5`3``, Amy could force her to stand on the tips of her toes before she tied the rope`s other end off to a heavy workbench.

»Don`t worry, this is just the beginning!«

She stepped behind Isabelle and loosened the knot of the scarf she had tied over her breasts. Then, she pulled it away, followed by the one around her hips. Now, the redhead once again was just clad in her panties.

»BTW, Alinda, you owe me one Pound!«

Amy hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled the panties down, revealing Isabelle`s pubic mound to the other two women. She managed to say nothing, but her cheeks burned from embarrassment and her chest heaved as they inspected her shaved pubic mound. Amy slapped her hands.

»Adele, Alinda – what do you think? What`s the proper punishment for attempted escape, threatening us and resisting arrest?«

Adele stepped in front of Isabelle and let her eyes wander over her. Isabelle considered kicking her, but balancing on her toes, she wouldn`t have been able to hurt her and the punishment wouldn`t have been worth that.

»Well, it`s her first day with us and so, I think we should break the ice!«

She waved the others to her and whispered something that caused a glance in Amy`s eyes. Alinda left the room and Amy once again stepped behind Isabelle.

»I need a proof for Mikey that you are with us!«

She pulled down the panties and made Isabelle step out of them. Then, she balled them up and held them to her mouth.

»Like that, you can send him your kisses!«

She wedged the balled up underwear between Isabelle`s teeth and added:

»Once Alinda`s back, we will start your punishment! But – if these panties leave your mouth at any time of the procedure, we will repeat the procedure – only this time, we will soak the panties with Tabasco before and once we are finished, you will have to wear them again!«

Isabelle`s eyes widened slightly and she gulped, but still, she managed to remain silent. Alinda came back and Isabelle shivered when she saw what she was carrying: a glass containing three ice cubes.

»Just for one last precaution!«

Amy took a narrow belt and tied Isabelle`s ankles. Then, each woman took one of the ice cubes in one hand and both Amy and Alinda flanked their captive whilst Adele stepped in front of her.

»The rules are the same – the hotter you get, the sooner it will be over!«

At the same moment, both Alinda and Amy cupped one of her breasts and Isabelle twitched, for they had the ice cubes in their palms and pressed them against her boobs. Adele now pushed her hand between her legs and Isabelle cringed and moaned as the third ice cube was pressed against her clit. It was so cold she couldn`t hold still.

Amy and Alinda now used their other hands to slap her buttocks. They could not raise their arms fully, but they hit her with considerable strength and soon, a painful tingle strayed through her rear. All the time, they groped her breasts, rubbing the ice cubes over them. Adele seemed to try to either lift the girl from the ground or to press the ice cube between her labia, given the effort she put in cupping Isabelle`s pubic mound.

Isabelle`s eyes watered and she was panting heavily, but she managed just to whimper and not to wail until the ice cubes had finally melted, sparing her further pain and humiliation. Adele flexed her fingers and looked at her.

»Now that the ice has melted, we can get a little more acquainted!«

She slightly crouched and reached under her skirt. Without revealing her crotch, she managed to pull down both her pantyhose and a pair of white lacy silk panties that looked as if they came from the 50ies.

»Too bad you left the ones I gagged you with upstairs«, Amy commented, »but as I said, these are for Mikey!«

She plucked the panties from Isabelle`s mouth and then squeezed her nose shut whilst Adele forced her panties deep into the redhead`s mouth. They were not only bigger than her own, but they definitely tasted worse.

»Oopsie, seems I got a little too excited when watching you on video!«, Adele purred and wedged the crotch part of her pantyhose in the little space left in Isabelle´s mouth. Then, the legs were wound around her head twice and then knotted off over the massive gag. Amy used another belt to further tighten the gag before ten rounds of tape sealed everything.

»Time for a test!«

Alinda took Isabelle`s nipples between her fingers and counted:

»One – two-«

»Hhrrrrmmmmm!«

Before Alinda had reached »three«, Amy slapped Isabelle`s already sore buttocks with all her strength. The pain made the girl scream into her gag, but her cry was strongly muffled. Alinda glanced at Amy and the blonde shrugged.

»I wanted to have the element of surprise!«

»I wanted to have the element of surprise!«, Alinda repeated in falsetto and then pinched Isabelle`s nipples, even twisting them so the girl once again wailed. Satisfied, she nodded towards Amy and Adele chuckled.

»Sometimes, the two are real rascals!«, she said in a tone as if Amy and Alinda were two toddlers who had just trampled over their neighbour`s flowers. At least, she spared Isabelle to also touch her, but the others were not finished with her.

Alinda now brought a two yard bamboo rod whilst Amy brought five more of the narrow belts. The one around Isabelle`s ankles was removed, but only to tie her right foot to the end of the rod.

»You have already proven that you are very lithe – but we haven`t seen it yet!«

Her three captors worked together against her. Alinda used the rod to force her right leg forward whilst Alinda pulled her left leg backwards and Adele pushed on her shoulders after she had released the rope holding Isabelle`s wrists from the workbench so she could lower her body.

Her ballet lessons allowed her to do the full split, but her leg muscles ached and her chest heaved as she finally was so deep her legs were parallel to the rod and her sore buttocks touched the bamboo. Amy used one of the belt to tie Isabelle`s left ankle to the rod, forcing her to keep the straining position. With two more straps, she and Alinda fixed Isabelle`s thighs to the rod, too. Then, Amy took one of the two remaining belts and tied it around the girl`s waist.

»Nnngggg!«

»If you say so!«

She shrugged and pulled the strap one notch tighter. Then, she took the rope from Adele`s hands and adjusted it until Isabelle`s arms were stretched towards the ceiling.

»Alinda, a hand, please!«

She threaded the rope through the belt at Isabelle`s back and Alinda gleefully used two hands to get it between her legs and through the belt at her front. Some more pulling followed, accompanied by Isabelle`s desperate moans and aches, until the rope had sunk deeply between her cleft and labia. Alinda tied the rope off and Amy brushed through Isabelle`s hair.

»That should keep you from toppling over – and from even thinking about a second escape attempt! In addition, it will teach you some humility! And speaking of that-«

She tightened her grip on Isabelle`s scalp and forced her to bend her head forward. Then, she took the last belt and lashed her elbows together. Adele inspected the redhead`s predicament and said in an almost pouting tone:

»Amy, you really surpassed yourself! How do you think I can top that once the bitch will be finally in my hands?«

Amy laughed and Alinda looked at her cell phone.

»A message from Mikey! Seems like we are again one step closer to find out, Adele! But now, we better get prepared for our second guest!«

Amy took a few photos from the helpless Isabelle and then, the three women left the cellar.

»Have fun!«, Amy purred before she closed the iron door and locked it.

***