Not quite a Honeymoon 16

With growing impatience, Julie watched as Mike did not immediately free her, but instead was busy trussing up Adele.

»Of course, there are still Amy and Alinda, he has to make sure she can`t alert them!«

Still, Julie wasn`t sure what to think about the man who had left her naked, bound and gagged and who had also filmed the video she still was forced to watch. And yet, he had chloroformed Adele and was now turning her into a helpless bundle.

Mike used zip ties on Adele; if she would wake up and consider these a little painful, it would perhaps tell her a lesson. He tied her arms at wrists and elbows, her legs at the ankles and above the knees. Then, using a fifth tie, he threaded that through her knee tie, pulled on her arms until her back was arched into a hideous bow and connected her wrist ties to her knees. Finally, he folded her lower legs and fixed them to her elbow tie. Now, Adele was tied into a circle of helpless tension, forced to thrust out her breasts.

Julie now hoped he would at least take the panties from her head and cram them into Adele`s mouth, but instead, he took a pair of plain cotton panties from his pocket and used these to gag the blonde, securing the gag with a few rounds of tape. Then, to Julie`s dismay, he turned towards the door.

»Uuuhmmph! Mmmhhmmm!«

Slowly, Mike turned back to her, looking as if he was considering what to do. Julie mewed again, squirming in her bonds to make him start freeing her. Now!

She let out a sigh, half of relief, half of annoyance, when he finally went for her. For no reason, he reached over her to the bed, but then, he started by pulling Adele`s panties from her face. Then, she noticed something white in the corner of her eye.

»Mhm? Uuhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Mike had no difficulties in tying the chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. The still damp material clung to her face and when he put the panties back in place, Julie had no other choice than to breathe in the remnants of the narcotic.

»The game isn`t over yet – and I am not sure about your role in it, Jolie Julie!«

Julie reared up in her bonds and screamed through her gag, but Mike just drew his gun and went back for the door. As he sneaked out, Julie began to sense the smell of the fumes, mixed with Adele`s fragrance. Her twitching and wriggling grew weaker, and soon, the images of both the portrait of Andrew and Adele Delacroix and that of herself on the still running video (now liked by 881 people) began to blur.

***

 Some time before that, when Mike had just been busy examining empty rooms, Alinda and Adele had both not been lazy, but prepared for a quick leave.

They had started with Lalita. Whilst Amy had quickly fetched a few things, Alinda had taken off her completely moist panties. Then, she had quickly towelled and put on a fresh pair, followed by her other clothes. With tenderness, she had then freed Lalita`s hair from the board, but left it braided. Much to the girl`s displeasure, she had pulled the discarded panties over her face.

»Just a little reminder of our time together!«

Now, Amy had returned and the two had worked methodically and quick, though they still showed a considerable amount of kinkiness. They had started by strapping something around Lalita`s waist and between her legs, pulling the straps considerably tight. When she had looked down, Lalita had seen a butterfly-shaped object pressed against her pubic mound and she had felt a nub directly at her clit. She knew such vibrators from seeing and she had mewed and shaken her head, but now, the two criminals had freed her knees from the board. The relief of being able to close her legs had been replaced by the horror of Alinda wrapping her entire legs from the top of her thighs down to her ankles with reddish transparent saran wrap. The foil was some one and a half feet wide and was on a roll attached to a contraption that allowed Alinda to do the wrapping with one hand. Lalita had tried to buck, but Amy kept her feet in a vice grip and forced her to keep her legs stretched out.

The wrapping had been secured by rounds of black electrical tape; one at the top of her thighs, two above and below her knees and one around her ankles. As a final measure of securing her, Amy had zip-tied Lalita`s big toes.

Her arms had then been released and she had to put them to her sides. Her upper body was then wrapped from neck to waist, sparing her ample boobs, and then, horizontal rounds of tape had secured the package below her breasts, at the level of her belly button and at her waist. Finally, her thighs and her hands had been wrapped with additional layers of saran wrap and tape to ensure her fingers were firmly pressed to her thighs.

Amy and Alinda had then carried the helpless mummy up the stairs and out of the house, only to place her in the load of a big van standing right there. Lalita noticed a big cage box standing in it, but she had to sit down leaned to one of the side walls. A leather collar was tied around her neck and a short chain dangling from it fixed her to the side wall. Amy tied a belt around her waist, pulling her against the wall, too, whilst Alinda made her bend her knees, so she could fix her already tied toes to a ring in the floor. Then, both girls had left her alone.

It had taken Lalita little time to realize that she wasn`t going to get free on her own accord. Besides, Amy and Alinda had returned little later. They had carried Mathilda who was trussed up exactly like Lalita, including the strapped on butterfly vibrator, the tied toes and a pair of panties pulled over her head. When the second mummy was fixed to the wall and door of the van, Lalita realized that the panties over Mathilda`s head were the icy blue ones she had made for Isabelle, the ones she had been wearing during the photoshoot that had been interrupted so rudely. Then, she had also seen some differences to her own predicament:

Mathilda was tightly blindfolded under her panty hood, and she looked as if she was completely exhausted. Mathilda hardly moved or made a sound and her head hung down to her chest. At her middle, partially hidden by the vibrator`s straps, Lalita could see some red marks on her skin, indicating the girl had been cruelly crotch-roped.

When the two thugs had left again, Lalita saw that Mathilda`s and her own big toes had been fixed to the same floor ring. She slightly brushed over the girl`s toes.

»Uuhmmph! Mmhhmmph?«

»Mmhhmmmm!«

Mathilda had risen her head a bit. Lalita, though frightened and helpless, too, had tried to give her the little solace she could and had continued to caress her toes with her own. Then, the door had opened again.

Lalita was not surprised that it was Isabelle they brought, though she had first recognized her by her boobs. Her head was hidden under a pantyhose that only showed she was thoroughly gagged and blindfolded underneath. Lalita, whose eyes had gotten adjusted to  the dark, could even see the crotch part of a thong cover her nose.

The girl was wrapped in saran wrap and tape, just like her fellow captives, but again, there were some differences. Her nipples had clothespins placed on them, and when Lalita peeked at Isabelle`s crotch, she noticed another cruelty: underneath the butterfly vibrator, the girl was tightly crotch-roped.

However, what frightened Lalita the most was the state of apathy Isabelle seemed to be in. She hadn`t fainted, and she held her head more or less upright, but it seemed that she hardly cared what was done to her. Without a sound, she endured being fixed to the van`s wall and door. Her toes were also tied to the ring and Lalita touched her big toe with her own. Isabelle didn`t even twitch.

»Now, we have to see if everything`s still all right! I think we might have a rat in the house! However, don`t think we have forgotten about you!«

Amy, her gun in hand, sneaked out of the van. Before she followed her, Alinda produced a small remote and explained:

»These little toys are state of the art, and also improved by me! They have a sensitive sensor built inside, and they are connected to each other. So, once one of you reacts to them by twitching or squirming too much, the one next to her will accelerate. So, you have your state of arousal in your own hands – or should I say pussies?«

Alinda`s giggle drowned the protests of the captives. Then, it was cut off as the door of the van fell shut.

***

Mike and Amy saw each other for the fraction of a second, he standing on top of the staircase leading to the lobby, she at the bottom. Both had their guns raised, but instead of shooting at each other, both simply jumped backwards. Mike knew that Amy had Alinda as a backup, and Amy wanted to be sure that he was alone.

»So, we meet again, Mikey!«, Amy said with her voice raised into the now empty staircase. At the same time, she made a sign towards Alinda. There was a side staircase, and if Alinda used it, she could get at Mike`s back. The brunette nodded and disappeared.

»London`s such a big city, yet not big enough for the two of us together!«, Mike answered.

»So, what`s it going to be, Amy? A final duel, like in a good western movie?«

He knew that Amy would not really consider that, but he wanted to buy some time to figure out what to do next. Amy giggled:

»Call me boring, but I prefer just waiting here until you give up! After all, I have someone I can send to kill your beloved ginger and the Indian girl, whilst you`d run into my bullets if you`d try to save them! How about you?«

»Well, I have your employer – and the girl this was all about originally!«

He knew that this was a rather small pawn in comparison. Sure, Adele was the one who paid Amy, but if the blonde chose to prioritise revenge over payment, she could easily sacrifice Adele. And Julie didn`t matter to Amy in the slightest, too, for that was also an affair that only mattered to Adele.

»Well – good for you! Maybe, you can start a new living with them – after the funeral!«

»Good for you Adele didn`t hear that!«, Mike replied and Amy laughed again. Mike guessed that she was right below his feet; blank distance, but with some three feet of stone and concrete between them. He decided to try another strategy:

»Send me a proof that Belle`s still alive!«, he demanded, »Tell your accomplice to send me a picture of her!«

The short hesitating from below told Mike what he wanted to know: Alinda was somewhere in the house, obviously trying to get into his back.

»I can send you something better than a lousy photo!«

Something small flew through the air and landed on the highest step, where Mike could just see it. It was a golden ring and though he was some two yards away, Mike knew it was the engagement ring he had given to Isabelle.

»You bastard of a bitch!«, he shouted and fired three rounds into the empty staircase. Amy answered with a laugh, but Mike had used the sound of the shots as a distraction from him retreating into the corridor. When he had explored the house, he had noticed the side staircase and now, he was one corner away from it. Mike reached for his pocket where he had another plastic bag with a prepared chloroform-soaked cloth.

»When I took the ring from her, she was a bit exhausted – from the orgasm you were never able to give her!«

At the same time, Mike was sure he had heard a sound from behind the corner, too.

»No risk, no fun!«, he thought and fired again into the direction of the staircase.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Click!

Whilst firing his last three shots, Mike slid around the corner. As he had hoped, Alinda was standing there, her gun in her right aiming at him. Mike now had two choices: if she was a professional, like Amy, she would just shoot. He stared at her, faked surprise and dropped his gun.

»Fuck!«

Alinda grinned and slowly approached. She was still four yards away from Mike and so, she saw no point in not getting a bit closer.

»Kneel, you bastard!«, she hissed. Mike looked at her and grinned, too.

»After you!«

Even in times of electronics and computers, Mike still relied on some old-school tricks, like the nylon thread he had spanned one foot above the floor. It had originally only been meant to alert him of anyone using that way, but now, Amy`s shin touched the taut threat. She staggered and fell towards Mike who reacted quickly: his right arm grabbed the girl`s wrist and pulled whilst he pressed his left that held the soaked rag to her face.

»Aaauhhmmph!«

Mike pressed her against the wall with his body. The girl ached as the air was driven out of her lungs, but Mike just increased the pressure on her wrist until she dropped the gun. Her scream of pain was stifled by the cloth and Mike now let her wrist go and hit her neck with a chop of the edge of his hand. With a last croak, Alinda collapsed.

»Is that a way to treat a Lady?«

It was Amy, standing some three yards away and aiming at him with her gun.

***

When Alinda had left the van, Mathilda had been too exhausted and Isabelle too apathic to do anything, but Lalita had pulled on her bonds, trying to break free. She had struggled for a few seconds, before she once more had to realize that she was too tightly trussed up, but then, she saw that Mathilda was squirming in her bonds, and her accelerated breathing was accompanied by a faint constant buzzing.

Lalita quickly made out the source of this buzzing: the butterfly vibrator strapped between the girl`s legs. Mathilda shifted her hips and mewed and with horror, Lalita realized she had started it by her thrashing around. Obviously, these things did not react on arousal, but on movement of any kind. She forced herself to sit still, but the buzzing didn`t cease. Instead, the squirming and wriggling of Mathilda now started the vibrator Isabelle was sporting.

Since she had regained her consciousness after Amy had forced her to climax, Isabelle had been in a state of apathy. When the two women had tied and wrapped her, she had offered no resistance and even the crotch rope and the nipple clamps had only caused her to slightly twitch. Her thoughts still all circled around:

»She`s taken my ring! Mike`s ring! And I haven`t thought of him when she-«

Now, the dull pain of the tight rope between her legs mixed with the slight and more pleasant vibrations of the butterfly, but Isabelle felt like she could never feel anything like real pain again, let alone arousal. Beside her, Mathilda got more and more excited, thus causing the buzzing of Isabelle`s vibrator to increase, but still, she didn`t stir.

Then, there was the shooting.

The mansion`s door and that of the door swallowed a great amount of the noise, but Isabelle heard three shots, followed by three more after a short time. And in between, she was sure she had heard a voice shouting. A male voice. Mike`s voice!

»Oh my God, Mike! He`s in there! He is in danger, he-«

Suddenly, Isabelle`s apathy was like washed away by her fear and sorrow for Mike. She thrashed in her bonds, pulled on the belt and chain fixing her to the van and in addition she screamed through her stifling gag.

»Mmhhrrrrmm! Uuhhmmmmm! Mph! Mph! Hhmmmrrrrrmmmm!«

She fought with all she had – as Lalita could tell from the high speed her vibrator reached after just a few seconds of Isabelle`s struggles.

***

»Now, it`s a showdown the way I like!«

Amy had forced Mike to let Alinda go. When lowering the unconscious girl to the ground, he managed to push the soaked cloth between her teeth, so it remained in her mouth as he then followed Amy`s order to get to his knees and to slowly take off his jacket.

»No bulletproof vest this time, Mikey?«

»I wanted to give you a fair chance of hitting me this time!«, he replied. Amy laughed and tossed him something. It was the engagement ring.

»It`s still warm! I kept it in my panties, you know?«

Mike, keeping the ring between his thumb and index finger, stared at her and his eyes widened. He croaked something and with a gleeful grin, Amy bent forward a bit.

»What do you mean, Mi-«

In a swift move, he flicked the ring into her face. At the same second, he fell backwards, landing on his elbows. Amy had fired reflexively, but the bullet missed his forehead and just scraped his ear. Mike pushed his legs forward; since he had been kneeling, he didn`t have much power behind it, but it caused the blonde to stagger and so, her second shot just hit the wall. With an enraged hiss, Amy jumped back, and Mike used that moment to roll over his shoulder and into the open doorframe to his side.

»Fuck!«

It wasn`t a room, but the side stairs and so, Mike slammed down to the ground floor and painfully landed on the carpeted corridor. He reflexively pulled his legs to his body and so, the bullet just hit the floor where his feet had been.

Amy wasn`t so stupid to run down the stairs and risk to stagger. She just waited, for from her point of view, Mike was on the left side of the open doorframe. There, as she knew, was just the end of the corridor. He would be save there for the moment, but he had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Slowly, ready to fire at the slightest move, Amy approached soundlessly.

Mike, his left side aching from a few new bruises, had come to his feet, but could also tell that he was trapped, unless he hadn`t one good idea left up his sleeves.

»Too bad my T-Shirt only has short sleeves!«

The end of the corridor was almost dissuasively empty. There was no ancient sword hanging on the wall, nor an old cupboard he could use as a shield against the bullets. However, when he was just about to draw his pocket knife for a last bayonet attack, he saw a better solution.

»Okay, Amy, I am giving up!«

He stood up, leaning against the wall with enough impact she could hear what he was doing. One of the lights was behind him and so, he could see that on the wall she could see from the staircase, Amy could watch him raise both his hands. His feet, however, were covered in the shade.

Mike heard another step and then, the barrel of the gun showed. From her point of view, Amy was out of reach, as Mike was some two yards away, allowing her to either fire or withdraw if he tried something. What she couldn`t see, however, was that above the doorframe of the staircase was a long rail. On it hung a slide door, meant to cover the staircase`s entrance. And once he saw the protruding gun, Mike now kicked against this door with all his strength.

»Ouch!«

The edge of the door hit Amy`s wrist and she dropped the gun. The slide door bounced back and though Amy was fast enough to greet Mike with a kick to his chest, she didn`t hit his solar plexus which would have knocked him out long enough for her to run up the stairs. Instead, Mike could take some of the blow by clenching his stomach muscles. He managed to grab Amy`s ankle and let himself fall backwards, breaking her balance. With a shriek, she landed upon him.

Mike was no fan of beating women, but he was also a fan of »the cause justifies the means«. So, he slammed his palms on Amy`s ears, disorientating her for a second or two. It was enough for Mike to aim a second time and this time, the edges of his hands hit her carotid arteries. With a croak, Amy collapsed upon him, and he could hear a metallic sound. As he got to his feet, he saw the small knife that had fallen from Amy`s left hand. Only when he got to his feet, he saw that she had sliced through his T-Shirt and left a long scar on his right flank.

»Now, let me take care of the Beast, and then, I will look for Beauty!«

***

 »Hhrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmm!«

Isabelle already saw stars dance in front of her blindfolded eyes, but though she hadn`t been able to loosen her ties in the slightest, she still fought her bonds with all her might. The new shots had stoked her fire and so, she tried to break free, to be on Mike`s side, ignoring the sharp pain caused by her crotch rope; ignoring the dizziness from her breathing fast and heavily through the panties and pantyhose covering her nose, slowly depriving her of oxygen; ignoring the now angrily humming butterfly between her legs.

»Easy, girl, easy!«, a desperate Lalita thought, as Isabelle`s struggles had driven her own vibrator to an almost unbearable level. She wriggled her hips to ease it`s position, but this only sent electric strays through her womb, strays that felt irritating – and not completely unpleasant.

»Despite the high speed, it`s not so much different from my vibrator at home!«

Lalita blinked, wondering where this thought had come from. Had she really just compared getting tortured to pleasuring herself? And yet, the irritation it caused wasn`t that terrible.

»Just when Alinda had her way with me!«

Now, pictures of the last hours haunted her; images and impressions of how Alinda had massaged her everywhere; how she had kissed her breasts; how she had caused the most blissful sensation by using her tongue and the ice cube at her-

»Oouuuhhmmm!«

Now, a veritable flame flickered through Lalita`s womb and she arched her pelvis against the butterfly. This seemed to stoke the fire rather than to soothe it and without really noticing it, the girl closed her eyes and continued to find her rhythm.

Opposite to her, Mathilda was also in the throes of passion. She had had fainted when Alinda and Amy had come for her and barely regained her consciousness as they had turned her into a mummy. Then, in the van, she had only been dimly aware of what was going on around her. The shots had awakened her, but when the vibrator had started to buzz, she had not had very much strength left inside her to resist for long.

After all these long hours, even days, of being naked, bound and gagged, of feeling either frightened or guilty or both, of suffering from the pain of slowly tightening leather straps, the buzzing felt almost convenient. As if there was an escape from the living hell she was in. A temporary and humiliating one, but an escape nevertheless. So, Mathilda had soon joined in Lalita`s writhing and moaning, forgetting about the blindfolded darkness of her captivity.

***

Mike had hoisted Amy over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. At the corridor, where they had started their fight, Alinda had sunk to the ground. She had lost the cloth from between her teeth and Mike, seeing it was still quite damp, tied it over Amy`s mouth and nose. Only then did he search for the ring and put it into his pocket.

He then went for Adele`s sleeping room. The blonde, squirming on her bed, greeted him with desperate moaning, but Mike could see that she hadn`t loosened one of the zip ties, though her crumpled sheets and the beads of perspiration on her body and face showed she had tried so with vigour.

Julie had passed out, sparing him reproachful looks from her. Mike nodded towards Adele and went into her bathroom. As he returned, he was carrying two of her knickers he had found in her drawer. He brought them to his nose, inhaled deeply and then ostentatiously waved his hand.

»Phew, it must be an exciting job to be the mistress of a traitor!«

He felt nothing but pure, delightful Schadenfreude as Adele`s cheeks reddened and she lowered her head. Mike loosened the chloroform-soaked cloth from Julie`s mouth and nose, but left the panties over her head. Then, he left for Amy and Alinda.

The cloth he had taken from Julie was still damp enough it would keep Alinda sleeping as long as he needed to truss them both up. He tied the rag over the sleeping brunette´s mouth and nose and then turned towards Amy.

Working methodically, he removed her sweater, T-Shirt and bra before he zip-tied her arms at the wrists and above and below her elbow joints. Then, taking no chances, he also zipped her thumbs together before wrapping her entire hands with tape.

Then, he removed her shoes and socks, followed by opening her belt and pulling her jeans down her shapely legs. Now, Amy was naked except for a bright red thong. Mike removed that, too, noticing that Amy still sported a landing strip.

»Now, I am even more glad that Belle no longer has one!«

He considered trying how tight he could pull a zip tie through Amy`s crotch, but decided against it. Such things would have to wait a bit. Instead, he used more zip ties to tie her legs at the thighs, above and below her knees and at the ankles. Then, he turned towards Alinda.

When he stripped her naked, Mike noticed two things: the girl, though being a 32C, didn`t wear a bra, and though her panties looked rather fresh, a strong specific fragrance came from her pubic area. Trying not to think about that detail, he tied her exactly as he had Amy, not even sparing her the thumb ties or the wrapping of her fingers.

Now, Mike pulled the two naked girls towards the main staircase, causing mild reddening of their buttocks as they rubbed over the carpet. Here, he placed each of them on a step, placing them on their bellies. He then slung a zip tie through each captive´s elbow ties, bent their legs and tied their big toes together and to their elbows, forcing them into tight hogties.

»If they struggle too much, they can join my experience of falling down the stairs!«

His ribs still ached, but Mike now took one of Adele`s knickers. He untied the cloth from Alinda`s face and shoved the used underwear deep inside. He added one of Amy`s socks and then wound one round of tape between her lips and around her head, as an upholstery against the zip tie he used to secure the gag in place. Mike completed her bondage by taping her eyes shut and Pulling Amy`s thong over her face, placing the crotch part over her nose.

Then, it was Amy`s turn. In her case, he wrapped the knickers around the chloroform-soaked rag before shoving the big wad into her mouth. It would keep her in a slightly groggy state and at least cause some nausea. He secured her gag with tape and a zip tie, then, he blindfolded her. In her case, he secured Alinda`s panties in place with another zip tie after he had hooded her with the white garment.

»Now, time for the hero`s reward!«

He took the engagement ring from his pocket and, after smelling on it, he carefully cleaned it with his T-Shirt. Then, he picked up his gun, reloaded it and went downstairs, to look for Isabelle.

***

»Now, where is she? Come on, I have fought the final monster!«

Mike had looked through the rooms at the ground floor and in the cellar. There had been signs that the captives had been held there; at the living room, he had found several cut leather straps, and in one cellar room, there had been more of these straps, together with some saran wrap on a roll.

In that cellar room, he had also found a step ladder and had been almost overwhelmed by the smell. Partially, it came from a puddle of drying urine on the concrete floor, but there was also the specific fragrance of female arousal still in the air. Mike now remembered Amy`s words about Isabelle`s orgasm and he clenched his fist.

As he stepped outside, he saw a big, silver-grey van parked right in front of the main door. As he approached, he could hear the familiar humming sound of women moaning through their gags.

»Ah, the Siren`s song for the White Knight!«

He opened the side door – and for the second time, the strong scent of female arousal hit him like a fist. Opposite to him, a woman sat with her legs bent. She was wrapped in reddish saran wrap that left her boobs free – ample breasts of an olive skin tone whose nipples pointed directly at him. The girl was twitching and writhing. Despite her having a pair of white cotton panties pulled over her head, he recognized her immediately.

»Lolly!«

She didn`t recognize him. Instead, she now let out a series of high-pitched sighs and accelerated her moves. Mike turned towards her companions, thinking that the list of things he had to keep secret from Lalita´s elder brother had become significantly long.

On the other side, two more girls were sitting side by side, each of them wrapped in saran wrap, with their breasts and pubic areas left bare. One had small breasts and didn`t move. However, the heaving of her chest told him that she had just fainted.

The third one also had lost her consciousness. Her head was covered by what looked like a pantyhose, and her nipples were adorned with clothespins. Only now, Mike noticed the buzzing that sounded like a swarm of angry bees.

»Mph! Mph! Uuuhmm! Hhrrrmmmmmm! Uuuuhhmmmmmm!«

Behind him, Lalita became considerably vocally. She thrashed in her bonds and was spasming as she was thrusting her pelvis as hard as her bondage allowed. Mike turned back towards Isabelle he had recognized despite her packing and as a start of getting her relief, he plucked the clothespins from her nipples. Then, he drew his knife.

From behind, he heard some chortling sounds and he looked over his shoulders. Lalita stared at him, panting and her eyes like saucers, framed by the panties` leg openings. Even her darker complexion could not hide she was blushing all over. Mike forced a grin on his face:

»Don`t worry, Lolly, I haven`t seen anything. Nor heard! Nor smelled!«

He turned back towards Isabelle and became serious again. He cut the straps of the still buzzing butterfly vibrator and removed it from her, only to see the tight crotch rope underneath. He found the switch and turned it off. To his surprise, the buzzing stopped; obviously, this vibrator had somehow been connected to the other two toys. He turned his attention back to the tight strap that bisected Isabelle`s crotch.

»Amy really doesn`t want me to be lenient to her!«

Carefully, he cut the tight rope. As he pulled it from between her legs, Isabelle slightly reared up and a faint sound came from underneath her hood.

»Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty!«, he whispered as he impatiently ripped the pantyhose from her head. He then wanted to remove the lacy thong over her nose, only to feel it was kept in place by a tight leather thong tied between Isabelle`s lips. He cut that and, having removed it, he pulled the panties from her head. He then placed a kiss on Isabelle`s nose, but she didn`t react, though he could see she was awake.

He cut a second leather thong that had been tied over the scarf blindfold. When he pulled that from the girl`s head, two cotton lumps fell from her eyes and she blinked at him.

»What a test for a Honeymoon, eh?«

There was no sparkling in her eyes, also no tears. Mike untied the scarf between her lips and then carefully removed the cloth crammed in between her lips. It was a pair of white cotton panties, similar to those that’s till covered Lalita`s head. Behind those, he saw more cloth and with some difficulties, he pulled another, considerably bigger pair of frilly silk panties from her mouth. Isabelle panted, some drool running down her chin.

Mike bent forward and kissed her lips. Isabelle didn`t kiss him back and he took her face between his hands.

»He, Belle, last time I saved you, you said I should kiss you before I warm your heart with one of my witty remarks! So, what have I done wrong now?«

Usually, This would have caused Isabelle to at least breathe »Rot in hell!«, but this time, she just stared at him. Mike could see tears in her eyes, but when she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse, but steady. Also, it sounded terribly emotionless:

»I haven`t deserved you! It isn`t your fault, but mine! She took my ring, and before, I didn`t think of you! Forgive me, but I am not worthy of you! I am so glad you are alive, but I really haven`t deserved someone like you!«

Now, two tears ran down her cheeks.

***