Bound to the Past 6

Karl`s »Pyramid-exercise« hadn`t lasted very long, but Silvana was in a mess when it was over. Her buttocks not just tingled, they were aflame, and the crotch rope had literally bitten into her soft flesh. She had barely noticed that Karl had removed both the noose and the crotch rope and had lowered her to the ground, so her back and shoulders rested on the sand whilst her legs and hips were up in the air, as her knees were still tied to the swing. Helplessly, the girl sobbed, when she suddenly felt a hand under the back of her head. It was Karl, holding a handkerchief in his other hand.

»Easy, girl, it`s over!«

He helped her to clear her nose; then, she saw him get something through her watering eyes. The sun had meanwhile risen, and Silvana could feel the warmth – a warmth that also caused the leather band tied over her mouth to dry and shrink. She blinked and saw that Karl had placed the stool beside her middle and sat down. In his hand, he held a jar he now opened.

»It`s a cooling ointment – they say it works wonders on sore flesh!«

Silvana cringed and whimpered when his fingers touched her burning buttocks, but Karl gently put some of the cream on her sore skin and soft as a breeze, he massaged it into her skin. The ointment was indeed cool, and though the girl mewed whenever he touched a part of her butt for the first time, she felt a wonderful ease as the pain ceased. In fact, after a short while, she even wriggled her hips, so he could reach every part that hurt. Silvana closed her eyes and groaned as he continued with his tender massage, only to suddenly open her eyes when she felt another touch, not painful, but very irritating: Karl had massaged her cleft, and now, his thumb had entered her rear.

»Mmhhm? Nnnngg! Mph!«

Karl smiled and left his hand where it was, slightly uplifting her butt, whilst his thumb was still inside her. He moved his hand up and down a bit, and the irritating, yet not really unpleasant feeling increased. With his free hand, he put more ointment on his fingers.

»As I said it works wonders!«

»Ooouuhmmm!«

Distracted by his other hand, Silvana had almost forgotten about her still tingling pubic area, where the crotch rope had chaffed her. Now, Karl creamed her with the cooling paste, right at her sore clit and labia, and she weakly tried to shake him off. Then, the ointment did its work, and again, she felt how the pain ceased. Her body associated the easement with his hands, and so, she stopped trying to fight it, allowed him to massage her. His other hand still lifted her up, as if she weighed nothing, and his fingers showed a tenderness that made her again close her eyes.

»This is so wrong!«

Indeed, she was getting touched by the man who had just spanked her, who had also abducted her and had left no doubt that he intended to sell her. But at the same time, his hands brought lenience, distraction – pleasure.

Silvana`s experience with sex was limited, if not nearly non-existent. Somehow, at school, the boys just hadn`t made passes, and in addition, she had not been that outgoing. Both she and Sibel had thought that their big time would come at University, though it hadn`t mattered that much to both of them.

So, she had only explored her body`s desires with her own hands (and, on a few occasions, with the vibrator she had secretly bought and which she was hiding in her drawer). It had been pleasant, but lacked the element of surprise – and the extra spice of being indecent. Silvana shuddered as she realized that she was finding rather positive words for Karl`s assault, but at the same time, she reared up as his thumb massaged her clit with small circles whilst his other fingers caressed her labia. She sighed as his fingers easily slid inside her. Pleasant memories mixed with new, even more blissful stimulations.

»Uuuhmmmm! Hhmmmmmm!«

She was still impaled on his thumb, and his other hand now began to move. Karl had just five fingers, like herself, but his fingers were longer and stronger, and as he thrust forward, she gasped from the vehemence that was just below feeling painful. Then, he slowly withdrew, and as he stiffened and squirmed his fingers, Silvana trembled and whimpered from sheer excitement and arousal. He adjusted to her body, and now, his hand inside her, his other hand on her butt, and her own wriggling and thrusting built an unholy alliance of driving her over the edge.

»Hrrrrrmmmm! Uuhhmmmm! Mmmhrrrmmmmmm!«

As he accelerated his moves, it didn`t take long until Silvana climaxed. She was still writhing and spasming as she realized that Karl had withdrawn. She blinked, and he was standing beside her, cleaning his fingers with a wet cloth, and grinning in a way that worked like an ice bucket over her head.

»Oh my God! What have I done? I am a slut! Nothing but a slut!«

Indeed, Karl`s grin showed triumph and a little contempt. As if to turn the blade in the wound, he now said:

»Now, you know it`s only horrible if you fight it, or if you think about it afterwards! As soon as you become truly submissive, you may even enjoy your new life!«

***

If someone had wondered why two cleaning ladies were pushing their cart over the parking lot and then loaded it into a van, he had kept it to himself, for they could leave the company`s property without someone trying to stop them, or a Police siren suddenly wailing behind them. Rosalie did the driving, so Omar could help them in getting the cart inside, but luckily, she kept her aggressive driving and cursing to a minimum.

Sibel was full of beans, telling the others about their mission in a way that made them look like a mixture of female James Bonds and superheroines. Marlene seemed more relieved that this was over; she had, like Sibel, removed her frock and headscarf and was sitting close to Omar who had his hand around her and caressed her hip and butt. He seemed a little confused, as if he was missing something under his palm. It felt as if Marlene was wearing nothing under her flimsy silk skirt.

»Now, will you call Franziska?«, Sibel asked. Rosalie finished changing the row before she answered:

»Once we are at our place and have prepared everything!«

Sibel frowned.

»Prepared? What do you mean?«

Rosalie hesitated for a few seconds, but then, she explained:

»If I just phone her and tell her that I have her beloved Dana, she might not consider we are serious. So, we have to be more explicit. Show, don`t tell, so to say!«

Sibel still didn`t get her, and so, Omar explained:

»We must present Dana in a way that shows Franziska we are very determined! She must forget all rational thoughts, out of concern for Dana!«

Now, Sibel`s jaw dropped.

»You mean – torturing her?«

As on keyword, the sack on the cart began to move and rustle, and a faint moan could be heard. Dana was recovering from the narcotic. Sibel slowly shook her head.

»But, I mean, we can`t-«

Omar bent forward and put his hand on her shoulder.

»You want Silvana to be freed, don`t you?«

Now, Sibel buried her head in her hands, taking heavy breaths. Marlene also seemed puzzled.

»We may have just committed a crime, but there are lines! I am a primary school teacher, not a torturer!«

There was a silence, only disturbed by Dana trying to scream through her gag. From the driver`s seat, Rosalie said:

»I am also not anticipating it, but Franziska must know that we mean business!«

»Wait a minute!«

It was Marlene, and Rosalie asked mockingly:

»What is it? Will we solve the problem primary school teacher-style? Shall we do a sit-in with Franziska, or will you swing your cane?«

With an enigmatic grin, Marlene replied:

»A cane does indeed play a role in my plans!«

***

Franziska Abu Drah had three cell phones: one for her business, one for friends and family, and a third for her less official affairs, like her conversation with Karl. Now, the family phone was ringing. She raised an eyebrow as she saw it was Rosalie.

»What do you want?«, Franziska didn`t waste time with preliminaries. She and Rosalie had never been close, and since the family had quarrelled about how to handle the video of SiSiCrime, there was no reason for them to talk to each other. Rosalie didn`t seem to bother:

»I heard that you did not only take things in your own hands, but also one of the Sis of SiSiCrime! I am talking about Silvana Dellert!«

»Someone had to show some initiative, Rosie! I have just checked, their podcast is already losing viewers and subscribers, since they haven`t published anything new for two days!«

Rosalie, who hated being called »Rosie«, replied:

»Well done, Franzi! And how long do you want to keep this going?«

There was some hesitating, but then, Franziska answered:

»One mustn`t shy away from breaking some eggs if one wants to make an omelette!«

To her surprise, Rosalie chuckled.

»Isn`t it strange? We are so different, but sometimes, we come to the same conclusions! But see for yourself!«

The camera was switched on, and frowning, Franziska looked at the display. She saw some black curls – and then, the camera focussed on the face of Dana Saliyah. She looked dishevelled, her makeup was smeared, but what shocked Franziska the most was the coloured scarf that was tied tightly between her lips. As the camera remained on her, Dana vigorously shook her head and screamed through her gag, but the phone moved and showed Franziska the bigger picture.

Dana was lying on a big table, her wrists and ankles tied to the legs, so she was in a spreadeagle position. Now, either Rosalie zoomed or stepped forward, for the display was now filled with Dana`s butt. Her skirt was missing, and her panties had been pulled down, revealing her butt. On her buttocks, Franziska saw several deep red welts, all horizontal, as if-

The camera swivelled and showed a woman with dark brown curls, wearing a black sleeveless top and a burgundy red skirt. In her hands, she was holding a bamboo cane.

»My new assistant seems to really enjoy playing with Dana!«

There was another energetic moaning, and the woman grinned and slapped her palm with the cane. Then, the camera showed Dana`s bruised butt again. After a few seconds, the picture turned black.

»Don`t worry, I will send you a screen shot, as a reminder I mean business, too! Now, are you open to negotiations, Franzi?«

Franziska had staggered at the look of Dana in distress, and she was leaning to her desk. It took her two attempts before she could croak:

»Wha-what do you want?«

»Just a simple swap, Silvana against Dana! Now, it`s 10 am! Come to the Obelisk in, let`s say, three hours! If you are not there, together with Silvana well and alive – well, my assistant could think that Dana`s soles should match her buttocks!«

The phone went dead. A moment later, she received a WhatsApp message from Rosalie, sending her a picture. Without opening it, she knew what it was: it would show the terribly hurt butt of Dana. Dana, the only woman she trusted, the only one she had feelings for that went above family loyalties! Dana!

Two minutes later, she was sitting in her car, driving towards Karl`s hideout.

***

Once she had ended the call, Rosalie let out a deep breath. She theatrically staggered towards Sibel and sunk into her arms. Sibel kept her at distance and asked:

»Do you think she bought it?«

They heard the sound of Marlene dropping the cane. She then suddenly let out a sigh and felt her legs get weak, but Omar kept her in his arms before she could slip.

»Mmhrrrmmm! Uuhmmmm!«

An angry grunt from the table reminded them of Dana`s presence, and mockingly, Rosalie said:

»Yes, you were very convincing, too! But only with Marlene`s help!«

Marlene, chuckled.

»Good that I am teaching art, too!«

After they had tied Dana to the table, Marlene had indeed asked for a cane and, when she had the bamboo rod in her hand, she had told Omar to rip off Dana`s skirt. The man had obeyed, revealing the gartered stockings and the ivory coloured lacy panties their captive was wearing. When Omar had, again on Marlene`s order, peeled down her panties, the woman had struggled and screamed into her gag, and Sibel had looked with concern. Even Rosalie seemed to be perplexed. Marlene had pointed at Rosalie with her cane and ordered:

»Now, get me all your makeup!«

Relieved that Marlene had found a bloodless alternative to torturing Dana, they had then painted some terrifyingly realistic bruises onto her buttocks, and also smeared her mascara, as if she had cried. Before the phone call, they had tightened her gag, so she could not warn Franziska it was all a fake.

Rosalie now found back her old sense of humour, and she produced a box of Kleenex.

»Don`t worry, we will wipe you clean before we rearrange your panties!«

Whilst she did so, much to Dana`s dismay, she explained to Sibel and Marlene:

»The Obelisk is of course not just some stone pillar, but our obelisk, so to say! It is just four yards high, but it is the place where Linda, Melanie and their future husbands first met, so to say!«

»In addition, it is in the middle of a plain sand field, so, no one can prepare an ambush there! It will be just us and Franziska. Oh, and Silvana, of course!«

»I hope she`s well«, Sibel murmured. Rosalie, who had just wiped the last makeup traces from Dana`s backside, slapped the captive`s buttocks before pulling up her panties again.

»If not, Marlene will use the cane for real!«

***

At Karl`s hideout, her captor had left Silvana tied as she was for some two hours, as if he not only wanted her to think about what had happened, but to also show her that physical pain could be as worse as physical. As the sun had risen, she had more and more felt it burn down on her, causing her to sweat, despite her not having drunk for some twelve hours and the strain of her latest activities, though these had been forced upon her. The leather band around the lower half of her face had dried and thus shrunk, adding an unbearable pressure to her jaws and mouth and silencing her even more.

Nevertheless, all she had been able to think had been how she had responded to what Karl had done to her. How she had enjoyed it, though she was now paying for each blissful second with a minute of remorse.

He hadn`t hurt her physically, and in the technical sense, she was still a virgin, and yet, she felt as guilty as if she had deliberately slept with Karl. Silvana hoped that she could focus on her hate on the man, but though she could have killed him, she hated herself even more.

Unable to hide from the sun, Silvana felt how she was getting hot, despite the sun oil. Finally, when she had been aching and writhing, Karl had poured some water over her, laughing at her gasping. Then, he had even placed a sun umbrella beside her, but even that had come at a cost, as he had told her that he didn`t want to »diminish her value«.

Just when he had been about to bent over her another time, there had been the sound of an approaching car. Karl drew his gun and went to the door, only to relax a little later when he recognized Franziska`s car. As she got out of it, he asked angrily:

»What are you doing here? You should have called me before!«

He noticed that Franziska had her scarf only loosely slung around her neck, and she looked as if she was in severe distress.

»They have Dana!«

Karl frowned. He had more or less broken with his family, but he thought to remind her: the black-curled businesswoman that acted as Franziska`s right hand – or maybe even more.

»Who are ›they‹? The Police, your family?«

He had gotten used to not even call them his family anymore. Franziska stormed through the door.

»Rosalie! They have Dana, and they want – what the hell?«

Her eyes had fallen on Silvana, who was still lying on her back, her knees tied to the swing and forced to thrust out her boobs due to the elbow tie. Also, she got a glimpse of the girl`s still reddened buttocks, a sight that gave her flashbacks of what Rosalie had done to Dana.

»What have you done to her?«

Karl grinned scornfully.

»What did you expect, that we were sitting together, playing chess?«

Franziska took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to remain calm.

»Anyway, change in plans! We have to let her go, in exchange for Dana!«

Karl looked at his grand cousin as if she had proposed that they should do a trip to Vegas and marry there.

»Letting her go? And be on the run from the Police from then on? Besides, she will get me at least half a Million!«

»They have Dana, don`t you understand? We have no choice! Of course, I will pay you what we agreed upon!«

For his help, Franziska had offered Karl 100.000 Dollars, half in advance. It was all she could afford in short time, and Karl shook his head.

»It`s some time since I have been at primary school, but 100.000 is less than 500.000. Much less!«

»Karl! This is no game! I will pay you the rest peu a peu, as fast as I can make it, but we now have to get her to the Obelisk in two hours! Please, Karl!«

»The Obelisk«, Karl repeated in a drawling voice, buying some time to think about the changed situation. He of course also knew what obelisk she was referring to – a good choice if one wanted to avoid to be surprised from behind, he had to admit. With a sigh, he shrugged.

»All right, but I want all the money as soon as you can afford it!«

Franziska sighed with relief.

»Every Cent, I promise!«

»Okay, release her legs, I get a blanket for her!«

Since they had spoken in Arabic, Silvana had only been able to see that they were arguing about something, and now seemed to have come to an agreement. The woman now bent over the swing, smiling nervously.

»We will get you back to your friends! Soon, everything will be over for you!«

With fluttering fingers, she picked on the knots tying Silvana`s right leg to the stick, all the time babbling about how she would soon be reunited with the others. Silvana squirmed and screamed through her gag, staring at her with eyes like saucers.

»Easy girl, soon, we-«

Unlike Franziska, Silvana had seen how Karl had sneaked closer from behind. Despite her desperate attempts to warn the woman, he had approached unnoticed and raised his hand, landing a chop at her neck. With a croak, Franziska collapsed and fell over, hanging over the sling`s stick. Karl stood behind her, grinning down on Silvana.

»The problem of working with amateurs is that they always act like amateurs!«

***

»Seems like we got here first!«

Sibel looked at the grey pillar some 200 yards in front of them. It built the centre of an almost circular place, surrounded by hills. With one look, one could tell that they were the only people at the meeting point.

Rosalie stopped the van and looked at the back where the second row was occupied by Marlene, Omar and Dana. The latter now had her arms crossed and folded behind her back, her wrists tied with a rope that also went around her neck, preventing her from too much movement. She was still missing her shoes and skirt, and they had tied her ankles in a way that allowed her to take small steps, but no running or kicking. Dana was still gagged with Marlene`s panties and the scarf tied between her lips, but Omar had reinforced the gag with three strips of tape plastered over her mouth. He had also added a cloth blindfold.

Whilst Marlene had spent the trip cuddled against Omar, and not too much resisting against his caresses, Sibel had kept staring out of the window, as if Silvana would suddenly appear on the side of the road.

Now, she was feeling nervous and concerned. She looked at the entrance of the sandy place, where the dust whirled by their own car was just settling. Rosalie checked her watch on her phone.

»Just one minute too late – and Franzi was always – oops!«

A WhatsApp had reached her; it was from Franziska`s phone. Rosalie took a deep breath before she opened it.

»Sorry, my car broke down! Meet me at the old hut! Franziska.«

A picture was added, showing the face of Silvana. Her hair was in a mess, she was staring into the camera with fear, and the lower half of her face was covered by some tight black band, but it was Silvana, most likely alive, though perhaps not too well.

»What the – is this some fucking game?«, Rosalie fumed at Dana whom Omar had made step out of the van, though their hostage could not reply. She then tried to contact Franziska via phone. Sibel asked:

»What`s the old hut?«

Omar answered instead of Rosalie who almost threw her phone against the obelisk, since her grand-cousin didn`t answer:

»It`s like the name says, a hut, though one could also call it a small house. It was previously used by the family, as they were still in the smuggling business, but it was abandoned some 50 years ago!«

An old hut where no one would look seemed to be an obvious hideout for a kidnapping, but Rosalie frowned and looked at Omar:

»Do you think it`s a trap?«

The man scratched his chin.

»Hm, she isn`t calling you back, and it sounds more than suspicious. On the other hand, she definitely has Silvana, and we also have no other clue than that!«

One minute later, they were sitting in the car again. Marlene and Sibel exchanged a worried look as Omar checked both his and Rosalie`s guns. The idea of approaching an ambush was not very promising. Rosalie had again tried to contact Franziska, but to no avail.

»At least, we don`t have to run into the fire completely blind!«, Omar now said. As they all looked at him, he explained:

»The hut is surrounded by a fence, but quite close is a steep hill from which we can have a look inside. So, we have some chance that we see what is going on there!«

It was a weak solace, but they stopped at said hill and Omar climbed up whilst Sibel stayed behind, her gun ready. However, as the man returned, they could tell from his body language that he had seen nothing suspicious.

»The yard is empty, and I could see no one. And, there is indeed a car that could be Franziska`s parked in front of the door. I can`t tell from the distance if it is broken, but maybe, she`s telling the truth!«

Nevertheless, Omar and Rosalie decided to approach from two sides, whilst the two others should remain inside the car.

»If everything`s okay, I will fire a shot!«, Rosalie promised. Sibel chuckled.

»Couldn`t you just send a message?«

»Hm, less impressive, but it should do the trick, too!«, Rosalie shrugged. She kissed Sibel`s lips and when Omar had done the same to Marlene, they left. Sibel looked at Dana, who was sitting opposite to her, secured by her seatbelt. The woman`s chest was heaving, and she made occasional small sounds through her gag. How was Silvana doing? Was she also feeling afraid, or was she anticipating the exchange of hostages, just a few hundred yards away?

Despite the heat, she suddenly shivered, and Marlene put her arm around her.

»soon, we will all be reunited!«, she whispered, but she was also looking at the direction where Omar and Rosalie had left with fear and concern.

***

Omar had reached the fence, and since the sand wasn`t very dense, he just dug himself a hole, so he could get underneath it. He almost fired when he saw a motion, but it was just Rosalie who had climbed over the fence instead.

The yard was »what you see is what you get«; a small clay house and a wooden barn stood in a 90 degree angle, separated by the path leading to the door. There was also a well, covered by a wooden bar, an outhouse and, to Omar`s amazement, a swing.

Whilst Rosalie checked the outhouse, Omar peeked into the hut via the only window. It had some comfort, like a small kitchenette and a fuel-driven generator, but it was just one room – empty as well. He made a sign towards Rosalie and they entered the barn, backing each other.

Here, they could see several strange things, like a cage screwed upon a wooden pallet, but after a short search, they knew that the barn was also empty, though they could see traces of people who had been there not long ago.

»What the hell`s Franzi doing? I mean, we have Dana! And why did she leave her car behind?«

Just to have left nothing out, they now looked inside the well, but it was empty, too. Then, Omar suddenly pointed at the door.

»There`s one place left! The car!«

Slowly, they left the areal and approached the big black BMW. As they were ten yards apart, they could see that both tires on the left side were flat. A short look told them that it was the same on the other side.

»Four at once! I doubt that this is a coincidence! Rosalie, get me one of the ropes from the barn!«

The girl obeyed and, carefully looking for trap wires, Omar approached the car. Now, he was sure that he could hear a faint sound, like a high-pitched humming, come from inside. The back and side windows were tinted, but as he looked through the front window, he was sure that there was something moving on the backseat.

»Here!«

It was Rosalie, bringing him the rope that he tied to the door handle at the backside. Then, they stepped back for as long as the rope went. Omar whispered:

»Usually, only the front doors are wired, if there`s a grenade!«

Nevertheless, he spoke a short prayer before he pulled on the rope. The only sound was a slight »WHUPP!« as the door opened, accompanied by a gasp from Rosalie. They approached, and now, they could see something move on the backseat.

Omar held the girl back and looked inside with his flashlight if there was a trap waiting. The moving thing was wrapped inside a blanket, secured with tape rounds. A faint moan could be heard, and Rosalie grunted:

»I never knew that Franzi`s such a monster! It must be 200 degrees inside!«

They pulled the cocoon outside, and though the person inside was obviously still alive, Omar feared for the worst and sent Rosalie for some water. Then, he cut the tape, grabbed the blanket, and pulled.

»Uuuhhmmm!«

The woman had landed on her front, and the first thing Omar noticed was that she was stark naked. Then, he noticed that she was trussed up with what seemed to be dozens of narrow belts, buckled so tight they cut into her skin. One tied her wrists, whilst two more secured her elbows, above and below the joint, so tight that her elbows were crushed together. Two more belts tied her arms to her upper body, and a third had been tied around her waist. Omar could see another belt disappear between the woman`s buttocks, and he noticed that her thumbs were tied with a zip tie. Five more belts tied her legs at the thighs, above and below the knees, at her ankles and finally her insteps, and another zip tie held her big toes together.

»Uuuuhmmmm!«

The woman`s head was covered with a black leather hood, secured at her neck with a small padlock. From the faint noises she made, Omar guessed that she was gagged massively underneath.

He turned her on her back, revealing her nude front, covered with sweat and sand. Then, he frowned. The belt bisecting her crotch did not completely cover the narrow strip of pubic hair – and it was black. Black, whilst Silvana was a blonde.

Rosalie approached, and she nearly dropped her bucket of water as she looked down on the trussed up woman.

»Franziska!«, she croaked.

***