Bound to the Past 4

Rosalie looked at Sibel and Marlene.

»Now, my initial plan was to get you all here, where you would have been protected until Franziska has come clear about what she`s doing. Now, with Silvana being abducted, we have to act – differently. I have an idea that could work out, but for this, I need you two as relaxed as possible tomorrow by 5 am. So, we will now retire; maybe, you`ll find some sleep. I don`t think any of you is hungry right now.«

Of course, Marlene and Sibel wanted to know more about Rosalie`s plan, but the girl told them that she would reveal everything during an early breakfast. Then, she grabbed Sibel`s hand and made her stand up.

»I will take care of her! Omar, would you make sure that Marlene gets everything she wants and needs?«

Omar slightly bowed, but Sibel protested.

»Why do we have to separate?«

»Because one rule of seduction is to separate the scheduled prey from the herd!«

She pulled Sibel with her to the corridor, and Omar shrugged, as if he wanted to say:

»You must excuse her, that`s just how she is!«

Marlene smiled insecurely.

»So, you have to take care of the herd, then?«

Omar showed a wolfish grin, exposing his white teeth.

»In her metaphor, she is hunting down the weakest member of the herd, whilst the best pieces of cattle remain for the good shepherd!«

Marlene chuckled.

»A bodyguard who is capable of interpreting stylistic devices! Now, I should feel save!«

Gently, Omar offered her his arm, and Marlene put her hand on it as she got up. Now, she could feel his strong muscles, whilst as they walked towards the corridor, she noticed a casual elegance and suppleness in his movements. Marlene leaned slightly on his arm, as if she needed aid. Again, she giggled.

»You are tightening your muscles, Omar! Are you feeling tense?«

In fact, Marlene was feeling nervous, too. She knew that Rosalie was not planning a harmless adventure game. However, Omar`s presence gave her a feeling of safety. He turned towards her and her fingers slid over his biceps under the shirt.

»I am almost relaxed«, he said with a slight smile, »I am just thinking about something Rosalie said!«

»Are you still comparing me to some cattle?«, Marlene asked, noticing that her voice sounded a bit hoarse. Omar shook his head and touched her hand.

»No, about what she said about your beautiful smile!«

***

 Sibel wasn`t sure what she had expected, but the room Rosalie led her to was just an ordinary sleeping room, looking modern and almost disappointingly European. Even her hotel room had shown more Arabian flair. Rosalie closed the door behind them and said:

»So, that`s where we will sleep! The bathroom`s behind the door over there!«

»W-we?«

Rosalie shrugged.

»Yes. That is, if you prefer, you can also lie awake for the whole night and look at me, but I`d recommend that you try to find some rest!«

Despondently, Sibel looked at the bed that was not very wide. There was no couch in the room, not even an armchair. Rosalie took off her sandals, sat on the bed and patted on the place beside her. As Sibel didn`t move, she got up and placed her hands on her hips.

»Don`t make me fetch you!«

Sibel also put her hands on her hips.

»Rosalie! Stop it!«

Rosalie stepped closer, so Sibel could sense the fragrance of her perfume. Looking at her eyes, she asked:

»Or what? Will you scream?«

»Why are you doing this, Rosalie?«

The Arab looked really perplexed.

»I am one of the subscribers o your channel! Do some fan management!«

In a fit of rage, Sibel pushed her back. To her surprise, Rosalie landed on the carpet, though she hadn`t pushed her that hard.

»Sorry, I-«

As she leaned forward, Rosalie quickly sickled her ankles, and with a shriek of surprise, she landed on top of the other girl. Rosalie slung her arms around her and placed a kiss on her lips.

»So, that`s how you want to play that game, Sweet Sibel?«

Sibel squirmed to get her arms free, but Rosalie now made a move with  her hip that made them both turn around their axis, so now, she was on top. She placed her hands on Sibel`s upper arms and raised her upper body, so their breasts were no longer mashed, but still touching.

»I have fifteen years of Martial Arts training, and-«

Sibel twisted her arm and poked her finger into Rosalie`s side. The girl twitched and squealed, and Sibel could throw her from her body and get to all fours. Panting, she replied:

»And I have two elder brothers – who also know no boundaries!«

Rosalie stared at her through a few strays of hair that had freed themselves from her ponytail. She seemed amused as she complained:

»Tickling`s unfair!«

Letting her eyes wander over Sibel`s body, she added:

»And distracting me also!«

Sibel`s skirt had slid up her thighs, revealing her panties. Reflexively, the girl pulled the hem down, and that was when Rosalie attacked again. She grabbed Sibel`s wrist, and a few seconds later, Sibel was lying on her belly, with Rosalie twisting her shoulder and holding her arm in a position that was slightly painful if she held still, but could turn into a painful hell if she started to struggle.

»You are hurting me!«

»No! I  could, but right now, I am just holding you!«

Sibel carefully tried to get out of this grip, but she found out that she was trapped. Fuming, she spat:

»You are really enjoying this, don`t you?«

Rosalie scoffed.

»I would have enjoyed lying beside you and learning to know you better, but you were the one who started playing hard to get!«

Rosalie let her go and said in a cold voice:

»You can have the bath first if you want!«

Sibel got to her feet and disappeared in the small bathroom that had not only a toilet, but also a shower. She washed her face and forced herself to calm down before she re-entered the room. Rosalie was lying in the bed, dressed only in her white bra and panties. She had also put on a pair of glasses and was reading in an old-looking leather-clad book. Sibel sat down on the chair and for a while, none of them spoke. Finally, Sibel asked:

»What are you reading?«

»The journal of Linda Dellert.«

Sibel was intrigued. After all, this was one of the reasons they were here. She waited for Rosalie to say more, but as the girl remained silent, she asked:

»May I have a look?«

Rosalie let the book sink and lowered her glasses with one finger so she could look above the frame at her.

»One page costs you one clothes item! Your choice!«

She continued reading and so could not see what finger Sibel was showing to her. Then, however, she thought twice. The chair wasn`t convenient enough to spend the whole night on it, and she also didn`t intend to sleep on the floor. So, she took off her sandals and, trying not to put on a show, she also slipped out of her dress. She placed the sandals on the floor, draped the dress over the chair, and, also just clad in bra and panties, she approached the bed. Rosalie lifted the bed sheet, but didn`t move aside, so, to lie conveniently, Sibel had to cuddle against her. The Arab let the sheet cover them, and then, she turned the pages, so Sibel could start at the second entry.

»The first one, you partially already know! Here`s where it really becomes interesting!«

»November 3rd 1906. This book is one of Melanie`s birthday presents, as is the allowance to write into it in privacy for 31 minutes each day. She says it is fitting, for it is my 31st birthday. Still, we are on the boat, and it seems that our trip down the Nile has started, though I still have not been left on deck. However, we are getting on very slow, for Melanie stops the barque every hour to come down to me. She says that, since I can`t enjoy the scenery, she will have to make sure that I enjoy the trip otherwise. Unfortunately, this doesn`t include freeing my arms or legs, or removing my gag.«

The book`s pages were small, and so, Rosalie had to turn the page after these few lines. Sibel shook her head.

»So, this Melanie kidnapped her, and kept her bound and gagged all the time?«

»The women in my family are always dominant!«

»I`d prefer calling it creepy!«, Sibel replied and turned her attention to the double page in front of her eyes:

»I know that Melanie might read this sooner or later. She has promised not to do so, but what can I do if she decides otherwise? So, what shall I write down? She knows what she has done to me, but maybe, she wants me to flatter her vanity by telling how I responded to it. How she started to massage my breasts, finding just the right rhythm and intensity, only by feeling my breath and listening to my moans. I know, I should have felt repelled, but I would lie not only to Melanie, but also to myself when I denied how after a while, I arched forward as she clawed her fingers into my breasts when I breathed in, how her playful squeezing of my buds sent blissful shivers through my entire body (even now, when I am writing about it), and that my moans were not that of fear or hate. That I was disappointed when Melanie left, and nodded when she asked me whether I could also not wait for the next stop.

She didn`t tell me whether it was to raise my impatience or just due to the conditions on the river, but Melanie let me wait for another two hours before she returned, and then, she only allowed me to use the chamber pot and ungagged me to have some water and fruits. She seemed to have noticed my feelings, for she asked me if I wanted something else. I asked for another grape, and Melanie put one between her lips and approached mine. We kissed, and Melanie became so ferocious that I helplessly opened and closed my fingers and never waned it to stop. Melanie can`t be called smooth, but her roughness is of a kind that-«

The page ended and Rosalie closed the book, placing it on the nightstand and putting her glasses on top. Sibel sighed, but she just shrugged.

»You got what you paid for!«

She looked at Sibel and cocked her head. Sibel rolled her eyes and reached behind her back.

»Okay, just one more page!«

Rosalie smiled triumphantly, but then, she gently grabbed Sibel`s arm.

»If you let me do it, it`s two pages for the bra!«

Sibel hesitated, but when Rosalie reached around her and brushed over her shoulders, she didn`t resist. Then, however, the girl withdrew.

»I don`t want to miss a single detail!«, she purred and put on her glasses again. Then, her fingers went for the clasps of Sibel`s bra. Instead of opening them, she felt for something.

»So, you removed the label! Does that mean I have to guess your size?«

»For another four pages, I will tell you!«

Rosalie opened the clasp and her fingers once again caressed Sibel`s shoulders. Then, she removed the bra from her, looking on Sibel`s breasts in a way that made her blush slightly, though the feeling wasn`t unpleasant.

»Hm, are these two worth four pages? Or shall I trust my own sharp senses?«

»I-I h-hope you a-are referring to y-your eyes«, Sibel croaked, and Rosalie playfully waved her index finger.

»What other senses did you have in mind, you naughty girl? Shall I sniffle on those lovely cups of yours? Or listen to them?«

She brought her nose close to one breast and sucked in air; then, she pressed one ear against it. Sibel giggled.

»Stop it! You are really a descendant of that Melanie!«

Rosalie slung her arms around Sibel and suddenly, their faces were very close.

»I consider this a compliment! Well, four pages it is!«

Sibel could feel how her bare breasts pressed against Rosalie`s bra-clad ones. She cleared her throat and whispered:

»Thirty-«

Rosalie kissed her lips.

»Four!«

This time, the kiss lasted longer, and when Rosalie withdrew, Sibel breathed:

»C!«

Rosalie cuddled against her and reached for the book. With an impish smile, she said:

»Let`s see how far we will get until you lose interest!«

***

Silvana helplessly watched the man and the woman talk in Arabic close to her. She tested her bonds, but she would have no chance to get away. She was sitting on a wooden deckchair, the backrest lowered, so her position would have been almost convenient, had not her wrists been tied behind the backrest with a pair of handcuffs. Silvana could also feel the metal bar her cuffs fere fixed to, making it impossible for her to raise her upper body, let alone getting up from the deckchair.

It seemed that the woman was about to leave her alone with the man, but they were negotiating about something. The man looked amused, whilst the woman acted as if he had asked her something indecent.

»Like her bra size, or how much experience she has with sex toys!«, Silvana thought and shivered from the memory of the man and his clipboard. Now, he raised his hand and turned away from the woman, grinning down on the naked Silvana. Behind his back, the woman now reached under her skirt. As she peeled down her pantyhose, Silvana thought if she wanted to pee, but instead, she stepped out of her pumps and removed her pantyhose. After she had put her shoes back on, she handed it to the man who took it with a grin and brought it to his nose, taking a deep breath. The woman turned on her heels and left.

»Now, it`s just you and me, Sensual Silvana! By the way, my name is Karl!«

He went to a shelf and picked a few things before crouching beside Silvana whose chest was heaving, though she tried to keep control over her growing panic. Karl looked at her.

»Will you be a good girl, Sensual Silvana?«

She stared at him, not sure what to answer. Did »being good« just mean that she would not scream or try to run away, or did it include that she endured – other things? Karl continued:

»If not, you may be interested that I have a long experience with horses. And you know what the training of horses is also called?«

Silvana`s eyes widened. She knew the term: breaking horses. And she also knew what Karl was implying by mentioning this. She mewed when he brushed over her cheek, but managed not to turn away her head.

»Your training will start tomorrow. For now, I will just make sure that you will be quiet, still and helpless. I mean, there is no one except for me who could hear you, but I prefer you silent! Now, what do you say about Franziska`s fragrance? Don`t worry, I won`t tell her!«

He held the pantyhose to her face. When Silvana tried to turn her head, he grabbed her hair and forced her to smell the worn garment. Silvana noticed a sweet perfume, mixed with the scent of a pantyhose worn on a long hot day: sweat, feet and a slight aroma of a woman`s crotch.

»You want to be gagged with those?«

»No!«

Karl grinned.

»That`s the spirit of learning submissiveness!«

He tightened the grip on her scalp and then, he very slowly worked the pantyhose into her oral cavity, taking his time to rub the nylon over her lips. Silvana retched as her tongue touched the bitter tasting mass, but she could not help it that he stuffed the entire hose deep into her mouth. Then, he produced a red ball with two straps dangling from it. This, he wedged between her teeth and then made her bend her head forward, so he could buckle the straps at her nape. Three times, he pulled, so the ball was pulled even deeper into her mouth, before he finally closed the buckle. Silvana ached, but he still wasn`t finished. He sealed her lips with three pieces of duct tape; then, he wrapped a vet wrap bandage over the whole gag, using the whole roll until the lower half of her face was covered.

»Now, scream for me!«

He placed his hands on her breasts and Silvana moaned. Karl shook his head, looking a bit disappointed.

»Is that all you got, Sensual Silvana?«

He squeezed her nipples, and now, Silvana screamed into the pantyhose. He let her go, watching her pant and trying to cope with the painful tingle in her nipples, and the feeling of embarrassment and helplessness. Then, he picked two narrow belts.

»Some horses tend to kick!«

He grabbed her left ankle, forced her to stretch her leg, and then tied her foot to the edge of the deckchair. As he reached for her other ankle, she expected him to tie it to the deckchair, too, but instead, he made her fold her leg and tied her ankle to her thigh. As he then stood beside her, his hand on her knee, she noticed that he could see every inch of her exposed front.

»If he`d drool, it would drip on my-«

However, Karl showed a least that much self-control. Not taking her eyes from her, he said in a calm voice:

»I won`t insult your intelligence by telling you lies about what expects you, Sensual Silvana! You will be sold, most likely to the other side of the Red Sea. Maybe, your future owner will be a nobleman who will treat you like a Princess, maybe, it will be an old creep with even creepier desires. That to decide is not on me, but on who will bid the most for you!«

He chuckled as he added:

»The market has a high demand, since the offer went down, due to the lack of tourists during the riots and then due to COVID! So, you should make at least half a Million!«

Silvana cringed under the man`s gaze. White Slavery! It sounded like something from a 70ies exploitation flick, and yet, she was here, naked, bound and gagged, in the clutches of someone who was intending to sell her to the highest bidder!

»Perhaps, in 100 years, someone will make a true crime podcast about you! By then, it will be no longer my problem!«

He laughed and took his hand from her knee. Before he withdrew, he said:

»I would wish you sweet dreams, but that would be a bit too sarcastic!«

***

To her surprise, Sibel had found some sleep, despite the less ordinary circumstances. The next pages of the journal had indeed been – spicy, even ore as the story was told by a woman of the early 20th century for whom usually even the description of a kiss would have been indecent. And Melanie had gone far beyond kissing.

»I don`t think I will ever be able to even see a banana without blushing again!«

Nevertheless, she had stopped after the six pages her bra, and giving Rosalie her bra size, had bought her. She had accepted her refusal, only pretending that she felt »overdressed« and taking off her bra, too.

»Ah, that`s better! You wanna guess, just for the fun of it?«

Rosalie put her glasses on the desk and then turned towards Sibel who had no other choice than to look at the other`s boobs. Rosalie was petite, despite her being also athletic, and her breasts were firm and nicely rounded, but smaller than Sibel`s.

»32B?«

Rosalie`s hands darted forward and grabbed her face.

»How dare you?«

She noticed that she had frightened Sibel and showed an impish smile.

»How dare you getting it right on the first try?«

She placed a kiss on Sibel`s lips, arching forward so their breasts touched. Then, she leaned back and switched off the light. In the dark, she said:

»Somehow, it fits, don`t you think?«

»Our bra sizes?«

Sibel chuckled:

»If you add them, you get 66BC! The year Queen Cleopatra turned three!«

Rosalie let out a silvery laugh.

»I mean our names! Your last name`s ›Güloglu‹, and isn`t ›Gül‹ the Turkish word for rose?«

Sibel scoffed.

»Afaik, Sibel derives from the ancient goddess Kybele!«

»The goddess of fertility! Oh, Sibel, you naughty girl, how did we get from roses to that so far?«

Sibel`s angry grunt was drowned by Rosalie`s silvery laugh.

She had then left her alone, and Sibel had fallen asleep, too. As she woke up, she felt Rosalie`s hand rest on her belly. Sibel sighed. Where had she gotten into?

»Two days ago, I was just an ordinary girl whose greatest sorrow was that she hadn`t enough money for a summer holiday! And now, my best friend got kidnapped, and I am in bed with another girl!«

So far, they hadn`t done much, but she knew that Rosalie would like to get to the next bases, and she would take no prisoners on her way. The question was how she would react.

She twitched as the hand on her bally suddenly moved. With a sleepy voice, Rosalie whispered:

»If you are awake, you`d at least have the goddamn courtesy to kiss me awake, too!«

»You are already awake, Rosie!«

»Unromantic bitch!«, Rosalie complained and disappeared in the bathroom. As she returned, she went for her shelf and handed a silk nightgown to Sibel. When she had put on one herself, she said:

»Let`s go and wake up Marlene!«

The silky garments didn`t go far over their butts, but Sibel followed Rosalie through the corridors, not resisting as she once again took her hand. From under one of the doors, they could see a beam of light.

»Seems she`s awake already – wait a minute!«

Rosalie leaned against the wall and pulled Sibel with her. Then, she held her hand to her ear. Now, Sibel could also hear the sound: muffled female grunts.

»Oh my God, what-«

Rosalie let her go and rushed back. Sibel stared at the door, not knowing whether to run, too, or to help Marlene. Then, Rosalie returned. In her hand, she was holding her gun.

She made Sibel get behind her and approached the door. Then, taking the gun in both hands, she took a deep breath before she rose her leg and kicked the door open.

Their eyes fell on Marlene, who was kneeling on the bed, stark naked and covered with sweat. Behind her, an equally naked Omar was kneeling, holding the ends of a scarf that was pulled between Marlene´s lips like it were reins. His pelvis thrusted forward one last time and he let out a grunt as he saw the two girls, one pointing at him with a gun whilst the other just stared with her mouth open.

Marlene now jumped for the blanket, and Sibel got a glimpse of Omar`s manhood before he also managed to cover himself with a pillow. Rosalie lowered her gun. Then, she suddenly spasmed and a second later, her laughter filled the room. She was unable to stop, and the silvery tone was addicting, and so, Sibel joined in. Omar also grinned and even Marlene now showed a smile, though she was blushing all over. When Rosalie had calmed down a bit, she breathed:

»I would tell it isn`t what it looked like, but-«

This caused a new volley of laughter, and Sibel managed to manoeuvre the other girl out of the room so Marlene and Omar could get dressed. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Rosalie gasped:

»And you complained when I just demanded a kiss!«

Sibel placed a kiss on Rosalie`s lips and whispered:

»Why did he have the scarf between her lips? Is this an Arab thing, playing horse and rider?«

»Maybe, Marlene`s just a screamer!«, Rosalie replied, and so, Marlene and Omar found the two still laughing as they left the room, both dressed in their clothes from the day before.

»All right, you had your fun, young Ladies!«, Marlene said with a stern voice. Still giggling, Sibel replied:

»Not just we!«

Marlene also laughed and shook her head. Then, she clapped her hands.

»So, how about breakfast? I am famished! And Omar has earned himself a double portion – if you had come a few minutes later, it would have been triple!«

During the breakfast, they soon became serious again, as now, Rosalie was revealing her plan to them:

»We know that Franziska has her fingers in Silvana`s abduction, but we have no idea where she brought her! So, since it would be a bit nonsensical if we four would try to comb a city with more than 20 Million inhabitants, we must instead persuade her to be cooperative!«

The two Germans just looked at her, but Omar, who had indeed shown a good appetite, nodded and said:

»Dana Saliyah!«

Marlene frowned.

»And who`s that? According to her not having a German name, obviously no family member?«

»No, but Franziska`s – well, I am not exactly sure what she is: personal assistant, best friend, maybe more than just best friend. Anyway, if something would happen to Dana, Franziska would be very unhappy – and most likely be quite cooperative to avoid that something happens to Dana!«

Sibel dropped her croissant, and Marlene also let sink her coffee mug. Both just stared at Rosalie.

»You want to kidnap that Dana? To force Franziska to set Silvana free?«

Rosalie fell silent for a few seconds before she answered:

»Well, yes and no! Unlike Franziska, we know where Dana can be found, but there is a tiny problem-«

Now, Omar helped her finish her thoughts:

»Dana knows Rosalie – and me too, at least, she would recognize me. So, we could not get close enough before she would be alerted!«

Marlene took a few deep breaths, but it was Sibel who asked:

»In other words, you want Marlene and me to do the job?«

Rosalie nodded.

»Today is the last day it can be done! We have a time window of some eight hours, but some of it, we will need for preparations!«

»Preparations?«, Sibel asked.

»With all due respect to your elder brothers, or your previous experience in teaching little children, Marlene, none of you knows about Martial Arts, or how to handle a gun, not to mention other necessary skills! Maybe, Omar and I can give you a sufficient crash course! That is, if you agree to do it, of course!«

Sibel just nodded, and Marlene forced a smile on her face as she looked at Rosalie:

»At least, I am already a better driver than you!«

***