Bound to the Past 5

Silvana glimpsed at the ajar door of the barn. She could see a few stars, telling her that it was still the midst of the night. She had no idea when the man would come back, but she just hoped that he would only enter the barn in the morning.

She had tested her bonds, only to find out that no matter how she flexed  her fingers, she would not be able to slip her hands through the cuffs. Her right leg, tied to an uncomfortable position, hurt, and the gag tasted vile and also, she was unable to peel it off.

More to pass the time, she had then felt for the bar the chain of her handcuffs had been slung around. It was a horizontal bar between the two main bars of the backrest, and it wasn`t that thick. So, Silvana had started a routine of pulling on the bar with a yank, then catching breath until she could pull with renewed strength. Sweat had broken out all over her nude body, and she had sucked all saliva from her gag, despite it being another woman`s used pantyhose. Silvana knew that her resources were limited, but she knew also that she didn`t want to end up as a sex slave to the highest bidder.

The bar finally came loose, and Silvana gasped when it fell to the ground, though it had hardly caused a sound on the sand. Now, she was far from being free, for her hands were still tied behind the backrest, and she could not use her legs to raise her body. However, she now had only one way left; if Karl came back and saw that she had tried to ger free, he would punish her, and she didn`t doubt in the slightest that he would be both cruel and imaginative.

Silvana turned her head and at the same time, she bent forward and raised her arms. There was still some four inches between them and the upper edge of the backrest. She tried to stretch more, her arms wandered up an inch or two more, but then, she had to stop and her chest was heaving from the effort. The girl closed her eyes, imagining all cruel things Karl might do to her as a punishment. Then, she bit down hard on her gag and tried again.

»Uuuhhmmmm!«

The edges of the backrest scraped over her skin, but then, she suddenly lost balance. With a muffled shriek, the girl landed on her side, and only after a while, she noticed that the deckchair had toppled over. In addition, her hands were now just tied behind her back, but no longer behind the backrest!

»The sound! He must have heard the sound!«

With fluttering fingers, Silvana began to work on the belt fixing her ankle to the deckchair.

»If my legs are free, I can run, and-«

»My, my, my!«

The light went on, and in the door stood Karl, clad in just his T-Shirt and trousers, holding the gun in his hand. He looked at her partial success in freeing herself and grinned.

»So, I will have to teach you a lesson in obedience before I had my first coffee! Well, I better make sure that I won`t have to tell you a second time!«

***

Rosalie had started the computer and at the beamer, they could now see the Google Earth image of a large building.

»I don`t know where Dana has her home, but each working day at 9 am, she enters this office building. It`s one of the companies my family runs, and this one is under Franziska`s custody. It`s an ordinary office, so, you should be able to get in, but there are her coworkers, other employees, the security-«

Rosalie shook her head, and Sibel asked:

»Where does she spend her lunch break?«

»At her private office or at the cantina, I am afraid«, Rosalie grunted. Marlene suddenly went for the computer and opened the company`s website. It showed a few photos of the lobby and some conference rooms, also the portraits of some executives. Rosalie pointed on a young woman with a slight resemblance to her.

»That`s Franziska. Oh, and that`s Dana, as I am sure you already guessed!«

She pointed at the only other woman, a woman with black curls framing an attractive face. Marlene, however, returned to the rooms.

»Who is keeping all of this clean?«

»Eh? The cleaning ladies, I presume?«

Rosalie looked as if she was convinced that Marlene still hadn`t enough blood above her waist, but then, she showed a smile of appreciation.

»You mean, nobody would notice a cleaning lady – or two!«

Marlene nodded, and now, Omar joined in:

»Let`s have a look at the maintenance room!«

There, they found indeed some greyish smock aprons; together with a headscarf, they would work as a disguise. Rosalie patted Marlene`s shoulder.

»So, we know how you can get close to her! Now, all you have to do is overpower Dana and get her out of the building!«

She made the others follow her back to the conference room, and here, she opened a cupboard and placed a second gun on the table.

»Who of you has ever used such a thing?«

Neither Marlene nor Sibel had, and so, Rosalie quickly explained to them how to unlock and how to hold it. Marlene shook her head.

»If we have to shoot, we are doomed anyway! Besides, I am a primary school teacher, not a special agent!«

»So, you`d prefer a cane?«, Rosalie mocked, but Sibel had to agree that they should only use the gun to threaten Dana, not to fire it. She remembered the attack on herself the day before, and she asked:

»Do we have chloroform?«

Omar now told them to wait, and shortly after, he returned with a brown bottle.

»A souvenir from my times as a SWAT team member. It`s not exactly chloroform, but it works the same way!«

Without warning, he grabbed Marlene from behind and pressed a cloth over her mouth and nose. She let out a surprised grunt and squirmed in his grip. Not letting her go, Omar explained:

»This is just a cloth without any narcotic, but you have to understand the principle. Cover both the mouth and the nose and keep it there until one minute after she collapses!«

He let Marlene go and put an arm around the panting woman.

»Sorry, it had to be as realistic as possible!«

Marlene swallowed her anger and responded to his kiss, but Sibel shook her head.

»It`s not very realistic! Neither Marlene nor I are trained 6`` men with well-defined muscles!«

Marlene slapped Omar`s hand.

»Stop grinning, this wasn`t a compliment, but a real issue!«

Rosalie let her eyes wander over both Sibel and Marlene.

»Sibel, you are 5`2``, aren`t you?«

Sibel frowned.

»Just like you.«

»I think I am 5`3``. But I was thinking of Dana, who is maybe 5`5`` or 5`6``, just like Marlene, and though I have never seen Dana as God created her, I am sure you have a comparable figure, too.«

Marlene, slightly blushing at Rosalie mentioning how she had caught her in the act, looked puzzled.

»Yes, I am 5`5``, but what are you talking about? Do you want me to disguise as Dana?«

»Yes and no! Sibel, get the cloth! You are Sibel, whilst Marlene will be Dana!«

Reluctantly, Sibel took the cloth, and Marlene looked despondently.

»You think this is necessary?«

Rosalie nodded.

»I would have sacrificed myself for training, but not only am I too petite, I am afraid that my fighting reflexes would kick in, and I would throw you over my shoulder!«

Marlene sighed and stood, so Sibel could get behind her and press the cloth over her face.

»Freeze!«, Omar barked, and indeed, both girls obeyed. Then, he inspected their positions:

»Sibel, your opponent`s taller than you, so, you pull her head to your chest and step back, so she loses balance! Like that!«

Stepping beside Sibel, he put his hand on the one that held the cloth over Marlene`s face and made her step back two steps whilst pressing Marlene`s head against her chest. Marlene moaned and staggered, and Omar continued:

»In that position, you can also control that the cloth covers her nose, too!«

Sibel tightened her grip, but let Marlene go after a few seconds, so she could catch breath. Rosalie pondered.

»Speaking of realism: I doubt that Dana will hold still! So, here`s the deal: Marlene, you will try to break free; Sibel, your goal is to hold the cloth for – what do you say, Omar?«

The man made a wavering gesture.

»I think one minute will do!«

He kissed Marlene`s forehead, and she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Sibel also breathed in and out as she positioned herself behind her. Then, she attacked.

It took Marlene some ten seconds to rip Sibel`s arm away and to gasp for air. Rosalie angrily slammed on the table.

»Did you even try?«

»If necessary, you can hit her stomach – but that`s only a last resort!«, Omar added. Marlene looked at him with dismay.

»How good I didn`t dare to say ›no‹!«

Omar grinned.

»It was more your initiative than mine!«

Before Marlene could say something, Sibel attacked her once again. This time, she managed to keep the cloth pressed over her face until her struggles ceased and her moans turned into gurgles. When Sibel withdrew the cloth, Marlene collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Her face had turned deep red, and it took some time before she could croak:

»You almost – choked me!«

However, she took Sibel`s hand as she helped her to get up, and didn`t refuse the girl`s hug. Omar also took her in his arms, but Rosalie clapped her hands.

»Now, once for real, so you get a feeling for how the stuff works!«

Marlene shook her head, and Sibel protested, too.

»I know how it works!«

»As a victim, but not as an attacker! Just once, we can`t waste too much of the narcotic anyway!«

Omar had stepped behind Marlene and was massaging her shoulders. She leaned against his chest and asked with concern:

»Will it – hurt?«

Omar shook his head.

»You will feel as if you suffocate, but it won`t be worse than Sibel`s last attack. But you should perhaps go to the bathroom before!«

With slightly reddened cheeks, Marlene followed the advice. Sibel now was told by Omar how much narcotic to pour onto the cloth; then, she positioned herself behind the door. As Marlene came back, She attacked her from behind.

»Hhaauummph!«

The element of surprise gave Sibel a few seconds before Marlene began to wave her arms and to flail her legs. As Omar had told her, she pressed the other`s head against her chest and slowly walked backwards. Then, following a spontaneous idea, she poked her finger into Marlene`s side. The woman twitched and squealed, at the same time inhaling quite a mouthful of the drug. Shortly after, her struggles became weaker.

»Look for her eyes!«, Omar ordered, and Sibel stared down on Marlene`s face. Her brown eyes widened; then, they twisted whilst her lids fluttered. As she collapsed in her arms, Sibel sank to the ground together with her; as Omar had ordered, she counted to 100 before she withdrew the cloth. Marlene had passed out and didn`t even react as Rosalie gently slapped her cheek and then also poked her side. Then, she looked at Sibel.

»Nice touch! Where did you learn to use your opponent`s ticklishness against her?«

Sibel curtseyed whilst Omar sat down and embedded Marlene`s head on his thigh, caressing her. From time to time, he looked on his watch.

»23 minutes!«, he meant as Marlene`s eyelids began to flutter and she started to move slightly. A little later, she regained her consciousness. Whilst Omar still brushed through her hair, Sibel held a glass of water to her lips.

»An advantage of this narcotic to chloroform is that it doesn`t make you feel sick!«, Omar said and Marlene managed to smile weakly. Rosalie bend down to her and lifted her skirt.

»And you even managed to stay dry!«, she crowed, peeking at her panties. Marlene slapped her hand away and with Omar`s help, she managed to get to her feet. Rosalie nodded.

»I think now, you know all we could teach you in that short amount of time! Let`s go, I think the best chance to get Dana alone is in the first hour after she attended work!«

***

Silvana staggered after Karl as he led her out of the barn and to a sandy yard. She could see that the area was surrounded by a wooden fence, and she also spotted the small house in which the man seemed to live. Her eyes fell on the hole where the shuffle had been put into the sand, and the suitcase was still lying around. Karl led her to another part of the yard, however.

Her handcuffs had been replaced by ropes, hard, thin ropes that now tied her arms behind her back, not only at her wrists, but also above and below the elbow joints. Only the fact that all these bonds were cinched prevented her elbow joints from touching, but the strain on her shoulders was terrible, and she knew all too well how the position made her thrust out her breasts. He had also tied a hangman`s noose around her neck and now used the other end like a leash to make her follow him to what looked like a child`s swing.

It was indeed a swing, only that instead of a board or seat, a stick was tied between the two ropes. Karl made her sit on the stick; then, he threw the end of the noose over the horizontal bar and tied it off. To Silvana`s relief, the rope still had some slack, though she shivered as she felt the hemp touch the skin of her neck.

»Just a moment, don`t go anywhere!«

Silvana had no choice but to follow that order, for she was sure that if she tried to jump off the stick, she might stagger and strangle herself. And even if she had managed to stand, she would still have been naked, bound, gagged and fixed to the swing`s frame. So, she sat there, feeling the wooden stick press against her buttocks, until Karl returned, carrying a coiled rope over his shoulder, a bucket in his hand and a large yellow tube in his other hand. Under his arm, he had also a folding stool he now placed behind Silvana.

She mewed, fearing that she would hang from her neck, as he pulled her back, but he just placed her butt on the stool and then used two pieces of tope to tie her knees to the sides of the stick, so it worked as a spreader bar, though the position was still tolerable. Then, he jolted the stool, causing Silvana to mew with fear and to flail her lower legs.

»Just a reminder not to struggle too much!«

The yellow tube contained sun oil, and Karl now began to cream her entire body. He wasn`t brutal, but he touched every part of her body, and he constantly reminded her that sunburns would not only be painful, but also diminish her market value.

Silvana endured the procedure, and so, only her panting accompanied the occasional smacking sound as he massaged copious amounts of sun oil into her skin. He spent some time on her boobs, seemed a bit disappointed that she wasn`t ticklish as he did her armpits and flanks, and he plucked on her pubic hair as he creamed her pubic area.

»I think that should come off!«

Karl even pushed a hand under her buttocks to cream her there, and he even did her soles and put some oil between her toes.

»The sun can be murderous for Europeans, especially for blondes. And, speaking of the power of the sun-«

Karl now reached for the bucket that contained some water. He took a piece of what Silvana thought was a black cloth, but it turned out to be leather.

»When it dries, it will shrink«, he informed the girl matter-of-factly and tied the leather over her gagged mouth, so it also was snug around her chin. Silvana moaned, but Karl just reached for the rope and tied one end around her waist. Then, he dropped the coils and took the other end in his right.

»Nnggn! Mmhhmmph!«

Silvana felt as if she was watching a snake as he now pushed the rope`s end between her open thighs and under her butt. Then, he stepped behind her and pulled. Silvana felt the hemp chaff her soft flesh, and she watched with horror as more and more of the rope disappeared between her legs. The rope was some 30 feet long, but finally, the rope was snug, building a vertical line on top of her pubic mound.

A few yards behind the sling was a tree and Karl now put the rope over one of the branches that were at the height of his head. Then, he pulled the slack out.

»Mmhhrrrrmmmm!«

Silvana screamed into her gag as her pelvis was pulled backwards and upwards, accompanied by a sharp pain between her legs as the rope was trying to find a way inside her. As she struggled, the noose around her neck tightened, too, and she wildly flailed with her calves. The stool toppled over, forcing her to ride the rope, whilst she was trying to carry some of her weight by pressing her knees against the stick. Karl slowly approached her, watching her desperate struggles with interest.

»Quite inconvenient, isn`t it?«

He stepped behind her and put his hands under her buttocks. Though he kneaded them, Silvana felt nothing but relief as this took some of the pressure from her most sensitive spots. She panted heavily and Karl asked:

»Now, since we are in Egypt, how about building a Pyramid?«

»Mmhhmm?«

He chuckled.

»Just a metaphor, a metaphor for both a punishment for you, and a little workout for me! We start by ›One‹, then work our way up to ›Ten‹, then down to ›One‹ again. Now, tense up your thigh muscles, for I am removing my hands!«

Silvana mewed as he did so, followed by a groan as the rope bit between her legs. Karl took a deep breath and then, he slapped her buttocks.

»One!«

It had been a backhand slap, but he seemed to be considerably strong, and so, her buttocks tingled as he now clawed his fingers into them.

»One!«

Once, he lifted her up, bringing some ease to the crotch rope, but at the same time groping her butt. Then, he slowly lowered her down until she was sitting on her crotch rope again.

»One! Two!«

Two hard spanks followed, then, he once again used her for his weight-lifting exercise. This time, it tingled more as his fingers not too gently touched her buttocks and lifted her up twice.

Silvana let out a scream of sheer horror as she calculated that there would be 97 more slaps to come, as well as 97 times she got lifted upwards.

***

Rosalie had also a minivan at her hideout, and to the relief of Marlene and Sibel, Omar, who was a much calmer driver, brought them to the parking lot of the office building where Dana worked. For the last time, both girls checked their disguise.

Both wore the frock aprons and plain headscarves, but where Sibel could pass as an Egyptian, Marlene had used some of Rosalie`s makeup to tan her skin. At least, she didn`t have treacherous blue eyes.

They both knew that the language barrier could be their worst problem. Egypt had enough poor people, so also menial work was often done by natives. There were also some refugees from either Palestine, Libya or the Sudan, but these had in common that they spoke Arabic, too. For more than an hour, Rosalie and Omar had taught the two kidnappers some phrases, but if someone would be trying to start a conversation, they would be in severe problems.

»This is an insurance company! So, most of the people there will be men in suits who won`t even notice you!«

Of course, Rosalie also knew that the greatest danger would be the »colleagues« of the two, but she kept that to herself. Instead, she looked over to the building.

»From here, it`s just some 50 yards to the side entrance! We can`t get closer without raising suspicion, but we will wait here for you, with the engine running, so to say. Dana`s office is at the second floor, but I can`t tell you more details!«

She kissed Sibel`s mouth and then looked disappointed.

»Is that all you got, my Turkish rose? Once you are back, I demand a real kiss!«

»Deal!«, Sibel promised, hiding her fear. Obviously, Omar and Marlene hadn`t waited with their real kiss, for she noticed a trace of makeup on the man`s nose.

They left the van and then, they approached the building. At the side entrance, a man in an overall was smoking a cigarette, but to their relief, he threw the butt to the ground and left before they were within talking distance.

Sibel accelerated her steps and so, she could prevent the iron door from falling shut and they slipped into a corridor. Another man came around the corner, carrying a pile of folders. Marlene and Sibel lowered their heads and murmured the phrases they had recently learned. Both knew that they sounded like retards, but the man didn`t even look at them as they passed each other in the corridor.

They sneaked along another corridor that now looked more as if it belonged to a company of suit-wearers. A secretary asked them something, but seemed satisfied as they mumbled an excuse and luckily found the staircase. Here, Sibel pointed at a large sign. It was an emergency map, telling them where to go in case of a fire. As Sibel studied the map, Marlene whispered:

»In case something gets wrong, we could hit the alarm button and escape in the chaos!«

»Good idea, but I am more interested in the elevator! No offense, but I do not intend carrying someone your weight down the stairs!«

Marlene chuckled. Still, it felt so unreal that they were on their way to kidnap a person! The two walked up the stairs and forced themselves to step onto the corridor of the second floor as if they belonged there, not like they were two thieves.

Here, they could see a large conference room behind a row of windows, whilst on the other side, there were two bathrooms and one with a sign that said »Maintenance«. Sibel tested the latter and, as it was open, they sneaked inside.

»That was what I was hoping to find!«

Said contraption was a cart with some brooms attached to it, and also a frame with a large plastic sack. Sibel looked inside.

»If we leave it open, she will be able to breathe!«

Suddenly, her hands began to tremble, and she had to lean against the wall. Marlene put a hand on her shoulder. After some panting, Sibel nodded and looked at Marlene.

»It`s okay!«

Then, with a forced smile, she added:

»So, you and Omar, hm?«

Marlene scoffed.

»Is it so hard for you to accept that I still have desires? I am 37, not 97!«

Sibel tired to oppress it, but she whispered:

»You said, you had never been in Egypt before! And now, Egypt was in you!«

Marlene blushed vehemently, but at the same time, she, like Sibel, had to press both hands on her mouth to oppress a hysteric giggle. Panting, they finally managed to calm down again.

»Okay, let`s hope that this doesn`t happen on the corridor!«

They manoeuvred the cart out of the maintenance room. At the corridor, they almost rammed a man, but he just uttered a curse and didn`t even stop for their apology. Marlene then poked Sibel`s side and pointed at the conference room. Inside, a woman in a white blouse and a black, knee length skirt was giving orders to a man who was arranging a beamer, obviously for a meeting that would be soon. It was Dana.

After some two minutes, she stepped onto the corridor and then walked around a corner. The two fake cleaning ladies followed her. Sibel looked around before she reached into her pocket. At Rosalie`s hideout, they had prepared a soaked rag and put it into a small plastic bag.

The corridor behind the corner was empty, and only one door stood ajar. Marlene slowly pushed the cart forward whilst Sibel opened the bag and took the rag in her hand.

Inside her office, Dana was standing beside her desk, obviously thinking of what to do next.

»Maghfira!«, Marlene murmured and pushed the cart inside the office. Dana frowned and approached her. She asked something in an angry voice. Marlene shied back, feeling like petrified. She began to explain that she had order to clean the room, only noticing she was speaking German as it was too late.

Sibel had slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her. Now, as she saw that Dana was getting louder in her talking to Marlene, she jumped onto the woman`s back.

»Whaauummph!«

Sibel had managed to press the cloth on Dana`s mouth and nose, but now, she was more or less riding her back and could not pull her to the ground. Dana screamed into the rag and vigorously tried to grab Sibel, or to shake her off.

As she watched the struggle, Marlene recovered from her paralysis. She darted forward, grabbed Dana`s ankles, and pulled. Sibel gasped as she landed on her back, with Dana on top of her, but she managed not to loosen her grip. At least, the sudden impact had driven some air out of her lungs, and as she gasped for air now, she inhaled some of the narcotic. Marlene kept the other`s ankles in a vice grip, and she could not help noticing that Dana wore gartered stockings instead of a pantyhose. She could hear Sibel ache and Dana scream into the cloth, whilst both women were struggling on the floor. Dana spasmed, and Marlene lost her grip on one of her legs. She tried to catch it, taking some time to realize that Dana had stopped struggling.

»I-Is she-«, she gasped. Then, remembering her instructions, she looked at Dana`s face. Her eyes were covered by some of her hair, but Sibel still held the cloth pressed over her face. Marlene bent forward and brushed some of the curls away, looking at the horrifying sight of an eye of which only the white was showing.

»I-I think, she p-passed out!«

Sibel held the cloth over the unconscious woman`s mouth and nose for another minute, panting and gasping as if she had run a marathon. Marlene came to her feet and anxiously peeked out at the corridor that still was empty. She let out a fluttering breath.

»All right, let`s tie her up!«

Omar had given them some cable binders, and they now tied Dana`s wrists behind her back, crossing them and using the sleeves of her blouse as padding, so they could pull the zip-tie tight. With a second one, Sibel secured her ankles, taking off her shoes before.

»Okay, let`s gag her and get her into the sack! Give me the tape!«, Marlene hissed. Sibel`s eyes widened.

»I-I don`t have it! Y-you must have it!«

Hastily, Marlene patted the pockets of her frock.

»Shit!«

Then, watched in disbelief by Sibel, she gathered both her frock and skirt, peeled down her panties and stepped out of them.

»Eww, kinky!«, Sibel commented as Marlene crammed the garment into the unconscious Dana`s mouth. Marlene grunted something, loosened her victim`s scarf and tied it between her lips. Then, she got up, adjusting her skirt.

Together, they lifted Dana into the sack, hoping that it would not burst open. Above, Sibel placed Dana`s suit jacket that had hung over one of the chairs. Then, she spontaneously raised her hand. Marlene grinned and gave her a High Five.

»Now, let`s get out of here!«

They only realized that they had held their breath on the corridor when they had reached the elevator and the door had fallen shut behind them. They reached the ground floor and again, nobody seemed to notice them as they steered the cart out through the side exit and towards the waiting van.

***