Bound to the Past 7

Despite it being less than half an hour of waiting, and despite Marlene trying to soothe her, Sibel behaved like a caged tiger inside the van. She checked her phone by the minute, and when once Dana uttered a louder chortle, she shouted at her:

»Shut the fuck up, or you are going to chew on my panties, too!«

This has caused a disgusted retch from the gagged woman, and Sibel had wiped the sweat from her forehead. To Marlene, she said:

»Sorry, I`m just – what is taking them so long?«

Then, she saw Rosalie run towards them. It wasn`t a good sign that she didn`t send a message, and Sibel jumped out of the car and flew into her arms.

»What`s wrong with Silvie?«

Rosalie hugged her, then, she said:

»She – she isn`t there! Just Franzi!«

Sibel grabbed Rosalie`s arm and stormed towards the hut, so, Marlene climbed onto the driver`s seat and drove the car into the yard. She saw the barn`s door open, and when she entered, she almost ran into Rosalie who was carrying an empty bucket.

»We need more water! She`s totally overheated and dehydrated!«

Now, Marlene could see the naked woman lying on the floor, glistering from the water that had just been poured over her. Sibel was obviously picking on one of the belts tying her legs, whilst Omar was busy with her head hidden under a black hood. As Marlene approached, she noticed a red rope mark around the woman`s waist, and from it, a vertical one leading between her legs. She could see similar marks where Sibel had already removed the belts.

»The hood is secured with a padlock, and I only found a small pair of tongs! Help Sibel with the belts, please!«

Marlene sank to her knees, overwhelmed by the sight.

»Who is that?«

»Franziska! Someone left her in her car, exposed to the heat!«

The last three words brought something to Marlene`s mind. She got to her feet, ran to their van and pulled out the sweat-clad Dana who, due to her tied ankles landed on the ground. Marlene saw Rosalie come with a new bucket from the well, took it from her and poured it over the woman. Dana gasped, but indeed seemed refreshed. Rosalie grumbled:

»We will get answers only from Franzi!«

Nevertheless, she went for the next bucket whilst Marlene escorted the dripping Dana inside the barn. Here, Sibel had successfully removed two more belts, so Franziska`s legs were now free. Omar, still busy with the padlock, meant:

»Free her arms, too! I doubt that she `s going anywhere!«

Just to do something, Marlene helped Sibel, and now, she noticed another detail: Franziska`buttocks were reddened, and in her case, it wasn`t just makeup. Now, she let out a weak groan, and they decided to leave her hands tied, but at least to remove the zip tie around her thumbs.

»Whoever has done that to her, I hope that he was angry about her, and not Silvie!«, Sibel breathed. Before Marlene could say something, Omar finally managed to break the padlock, allowing him to take the hood from her head. Rosalie, who just entered, shrieked as she looked on what looked like an alien`s head. However, after a moment, she realized that her grand-cousin`s head was just hooded with a pair of light blue cotton panties, kept in place by tape wrapped around the lower part of her face.

»He! These are mine!«, Sibel uttered involuntarily. Indeed, These were the panties she had been wearing on their trip to Berlin. Had the man who had assaulted her and kidnapped Silvana taken them with him?

Omar unwrapped the tape and handed the sweaty panties to her, but Sibel just put them aside, blushing from her outburst. Franziska blinked at them, but her mouth was still covered with a black vet wrap bandage. Rosalie now stepped closer and carefully poured some more water over Franziska`s body, to which she reacted by slight squirming and a groan that indicated she was reacting to the treatment.

Omar removed the bandage, only to reveal that her lips were sealed with some strips of tape, so soaked with sweat Franziska barely mewed when he ripped them away. Underneath, a knotted scarf had been pushed between her lips and knotted at her nape. Sibel, who was positioned better, reached for the knots, talking to Franziska:

»Now, you tell us what happened to Silvie!«

»Uuhhmmmm!«

Under the scarf, her mouth was stuffed to the bursting, and so, Omar had to pick on the white silk panties with the lace trimming.

»These are Silvie`s«, Sibel thought, not yelling out this time. Franziska retched and managed to push even more cloth between her lips. Omar helped her to get a second pair of panties from her mouth, plain Lycra ones, but golden brown with black leopard prints on them. She looked at Marlene whose slight blushing told her it was hers.

Now, Rosalie poured some water over Franziska`s head, and then, Omar helped her to drink some, too, taking care she only took small sips. Again, Sibel asked her about Silvana, but it took some time until Franziska was able to speak:

»Karl – took her! Left me – behind!«

This had been too much for her, as Franziska then collapsed again, barely reacting when Sibel showered her with the remaining water. Then, she looked up at Rosalie.

»Who is Karl?«

Even in the dim light inside the barn, she could see that Rosalie had turned pale. With growing concern, she asked again:

»Who? Is? Karl?«

»I wouldn`t have thought she went that far!«, Rosalie breathed, sinking to her knees. Omar went for her, when Sibel asked for a third time. Only then, Rosalie was able to look at her, even able to show a ghostly grin.

»You remember that I told you that there is no creepy uncle in this story? Well, Karl is the closest we have, though he is actually a great-great-grand-cousin!«

It seemed that Rosalie wanted to play down the relationship by emphasizing how remote it was. Then, however, she continued:

»Karl is the Black Sheep every big rich family seems to have! Usually, people like him end up as careless spendthrifts or petty criminals, but Karl went further! He`s no fool, he even passed school with good marks, but even back then, he was involved in some crimes, and once he was of age, he more and more lost contact to a legal life. He broke with the family, and last we heard was that he has either become a mercenary, or that he is in the drug trade!«

»White slavery!«

It was Franziska, who seemed to have recovered enough she could speak.

»He wants to sell Silvana! I mean, I admit, I wanted her out of the way, but I didn`t want – that!«

Sibel came to her feet, insecure whether she should cry, slap Franziska, or reprimand her. From behind her, a moan could be heard. It was Dana, still gagged and blindfolded, who now seemed to have recognized Franziska`s voice.

»D-Dana?«

»Mmhhmmm!«

With a glimpse of a stern expression, Franziska now glanced at Marlene.

»Y-you monster!«

Of course, to Franziska, it had seemed as if Marlene had whipped her for real. Sibel now snapped.

»Monster? If she`s a monster, what are you, you-«

With a swift move, Omar managed to grab her arm and keep her from hitting Franziska who shied back from her outburst of rage.

»Easy, Sibel! She has made a terrible mistake by working together with Karl, but I think she has learned her lesson! Let`s focus on our real enemy!«

Sibel fought against his firm grip; then, she suddenly burst out in tears. Omar let her go and Rosalie took the sobbing girl in her arms. Marlene approached Omar and cuddled against him, also feeling exhausted by the turn of events.

»What can we do now?«

***

 Egypt had a population of more than a 100 Million people, but most of them lived in the big cities, and of the rest, most were living on both sides of the Nile. So, though the little pickup truck was just some hour of driving away from the outskirts of Cairo, there were only a few buildings to both sides of the road.

The car now approached a small house by a corral, where a big advertising sign showed some camels with sunglasses, whilst an English advertising promised »Adventure trips and Fun Rides«. The pickup stopped in front of the house where only another pickup was parking. When Karl jumped from the driver`s seat, the door opened and a man in a dirty djellaba limped towards him.

»Ali! Salam Aleikum!«

»Aleikumu Salam, Mohammad!«, Karl replied. He had given the man the alias »Ali«, since the name was as good as any, and together, their names sounded a bit like his favourite boxer.

They shook hands, and Mohammad offered him some tea or coffee, but Karl just shared a cigarette with him, to show a minimum of politeness. However, after he had lit both, he already asked:

»Your dromedaries are in good shape?«

Mohammad of course advertised his camel as if he was their father and Karl a potential son in law, but between the lines, Karl could hear that he had indeed what he wanted. So, he said:

»Please, forgive me, but I am a bit in a hurry! So, I need two camels, for a, let`s say, one week trip, plus the necessary equipment!«

It was Mohammad`s job to rent camels, and so, he just nodded. Karl had already, on an earlier occasion, told him that he sometimes had the desire to do long desert trips on his own. The subtext for Mohammad had been that he was a smuggler, something Karl had no problem the man thought of him.

»Well, the central just phoned me yesterday, we have some reservations and-«

Karl stopped him by placing his hand on the other`s shoulder.

»How much?«

He held Mohammad`s view, and so, the man just mumbled:

»Two camels, one week, plus equipment-«

»How much?«, Karl repeated, now letting his smile grow a little colder. Mohammad gulped, but then, he straightened and said:

»T-two thousand! Plus taxes!«

The prize was exaggerated, but Karl now drew a big wallet and counted 100 Dollar bills into Mohammad`s hand.

»Here`s 2.500, for you would have to fetch the dromedaries at – at a place I will give to you once I am there!«

This was an uncommon, yet not impossible request, and at the central, they had transporters for that purpose, since quite often, tourists lost interest in riding the stubborn animals and want4d to be brought back. Mohammad agreed, and Karl followed him inside, to sign the necessary papers. He didn`t ask for Karl`s passport, and so, he added a fake ID number to his fake name and address. Then, he asked:

»When have you last seen a good movie?«

»Eh?«

Karl took another 500 Dollars from his wallet.

»They say the latest superhero blockbuster isn`t as bad as the last! You really should see it! Right now!«

Mohammad hesitated. There was the money, but this man literally sent him away from his property. Karl added:

»Just take the money and get to the city. See a movie, have a haircut, or maybe, visit a prostitute! When you are back in a few hours, I will be gone! Don`t bother, I know how to handle a dromedary, and I am sure you have all the equipment I need stowed here!«

Again, Karl`s smile left his eyes, giving him a threatening expression. Mohammad`s hand slightly trembled as he took the money. Now, Karl`s face brightened, and he patted the man`s shoulder.

»you better go right now, or you`ll get stuck in the rush hour!«

Mohammad managed not to stagger as he walked towards his car. As he looked at the other`s pickup, he was sure that he had heard a strange sound, like a faint thumping. He hesitated, but when he looked over his shoulder, he could see the other man stand on his veranda. Despite the heat, he was wearing a jacket, and Mohammad was sure that there was a bulge under his left armpit, indicating he was carrying a gun.

Again, there was the dump, and now, it was accompanied by a faint humming. At the same time, the man from the veranda asked:

»Have you forgotten something?«

Hastily, Mohammad got into his car and drove off. On his way to Cairo, he repeatedly told himself that he had done nothing wrong. According to him, he had just rented the man two of his camels, whilst he had made a profit of a lean 1.500 Dollars.

Karl chuckled as he watched the car disappear. Then, he walked towards his truck. The load was empty, but it had an iron box welded to its bottom, too. This box would not have tricked anyone searching his car in earnest, but during a routine control, Policemen usually just checked his papers and had a look at the load. The box was some five feet long, one and a half feet wide and one foot high, and he had to pull to get the canvas sack stowed inside out of it.

Karl loaded the sack over his shoulder and carried it inside before he opened it. Silvana looked at him, covered with sweat, but obviously awake. The box had some holes in it, and thus, the circulating air had kept the temperature on a tolerable level.

»Still feisty, hm, Sensual Silvana? You almost made Mohammad look closer at the car! I thought you lost interest in trying to alert someone when we were at the petrol station! Must be really frustrating if rescuers are so close, but nobody takes notice of you!«

Silvana whimpered. She had indeed tried her best to make herself noticeable, despite her being close to fainting. In addition to being stuffed inside the sack and then crammed into the box, she still had her arms tied behind her back like she had before. Karl had also tied her legs, above and below the knees and at her ankles, and he had tied her big toes with a thin cord, too. Only when her legs had been tied together, he had added a crotch rope that he had knotted to her wrist ties. He hadn`t pulled it that tight, but the rubbing between her legs was a constant reminder of her helplessness.

Silvana was still gagged with Franziska`s used pantyhose, the ball gag, the tape, the bandage and the now dried leather band tied over it. For no other reason as to humiliate her a bit more, Karl had hooded her with the panties he had taken from Franziska, a pair of white Broderie Anglaise knickers with a lacy trimming. He now plucked these panties from her head, tugged them into his belt and freed her from the sack to her waist, leaning her against the wall.

»You look a bit bored, aren`t you anticipating a nice dromedary ride?«

Carl stepped over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water he poured over the girl. Silvana twitched and mewed as the ice cold water hit her. At the same time, it reminded her that she was thirsty as hell. Karl drew a knife and said:

»If you promise not to scream, we will have breakfast now!«

He carefully cut the knots of the leather band, and Silvana felt a tingle at her cheeks as the tight band was removed. He then removed the bandaged and she mewed as he ripped away the tape with one yank. Then, he unbuckled the ball gag. As Silvana was too weakened to push out the pantyhose, he took that from her mouth, too. Her mouth was so parched that hardly any saliva came with it, and she panted, unable to even croak, let alone screaming.

Karl carefully instilled her some water from one of the non-cooled bottles. Then, he looked around and found some snack bars and fed one to the girl.

»As said, you could lose a few pounds – but don`t worry, until we have reached the Sea, you will have reached your ideal weight!«

***

At the hut, Sibel had managed to regain her self-control. They had continued to interrogate Franziska, who deliberately seemed to put all blame on Karl, but wasn`t very helpful, as all she could tell was that Karl intended to sell Silvana to someone interested.

»That narrows it down to rich people, most likely from one of the monarchies across the Red Sea! Some of them still have their harems, and they don`t seem to care about how they get them filled!«

Omar didn`t want to be cynical, he just faced reality. In a desperate attempt, Rosalie had even grabbed Franziska`s cell phone and called Karl, only to her that »the user was temporarily not available«. Most likely, he had thrown away the phone, so nobody could detect him.

»Wait a minute!«

It was Marlene, and they could see the glimpse of hope in her eyes. She looked at Franziska and asked:

»When you talked to Karl, did you speak Arabic, English or German?«

All frowned, and Franziska answered:

»Well, Arabic, of course!«

Though her German was good, Marlene had noticed an accent, and so, she explained why she had asked that question:

»Sometimes, nuances get lost in translation! Now, you will repeat everything Karl said – in Arabic! Omar, Rosalie, you listen as closely as if – well, I think what really depends on it is important enough!«

»And if I refuse, you will also whip me with your cane?«, Franziska replied.

»If necessary«, Marlene said enigmatically. Then, having noticed how uncomfortable Franziska felt being the only one naked, she added:

»If you speak, we will give you some clothes!«

After a few seconds, Franziska began to speak. Neither Sibel nor Marlene understood a word, but they both listened as closely as their friends. Finally, Rosalie interrupted her, obviously demanding that Franziska repeated something she had just said. Then, she turned to the others.

»He said ›ride through the desert‹! And in Arabic, we differentiate in the words! So, if he hasn`t decided to go there by a motorcycle, Karl will go by camel or horse!«

To Sibel, it sounded ridiculous to rely on such an old-fashioned way of travelling, but Omar nodded slowly.

»It would make him independent from roads!«

Sibel, who had hoped that the information would help them, fumed:

»How does that help us in the slightest? Except for the Nile, this whole country is a fucking desert!«

»Some 99%«, Rosalie admitted, »but I think we can narrow it down a bit. Karl wants to get to the coast of the Red Sea, and he has to avoid the main road to Ain Suchna, the tourist centre closest from where we are now. Given the fact he sure doesn`t want to ride in long slopes-«

»We are still talking about some 3000 square miles«, Omar dampened her enthusiasm. However, given the fact that before, it could have been whole of Egypt, this was a glimpse of hope. Sibel hugged Marlene and thanked her for her good idea.

They now provisionally took care of their prisoners. Marlene`s promise of clothes had been a bit hasty, for Karl had shredded Franziska`s clothes and taken his own with him, and of them, none could be called overdressed. Wearing a T-Shirt respectively a top and trousers, Omar and Rosalie could not spare anything, and Sibel also had only her light summer dress over her bra and panties. Marlene had her bra, her top and her skirt, and she had clandestinely picked the panties that had gagged Franziska and, after putting them into the sun for drying, had put them back on. It felt strange to know that they had soaked another woman`s saliva, but she felt better than going commando.

Finally, they freed Dana and made her take off her blouse. She obviously didn`t follow the rule that a bra should match the panties, for her off-white lacy panties and the white garter belt were combined with an almost transparent gauze bra; even in the dim light, they could see her aureoles.

Left with the choice between Sibel`s and Silvana`s discarded panties, Franziska chose Sibel`s, for they fit her better and had only been over her head, not inside her mouth. Omar shrugged and despite her protests, he gagged her with Silvana`s panties, taking off Dana`s blindfold to tie the cloth between her lips. After he had secured her gag with three strips of tape. Both captives were released at gunpoint and allowed a short trip to the outhouse before they were tied to two pillars inside the barn. These were thick enough that they could not get their hands close to their gags, and Omar also taped their fingers before they left the barn.

»Now, here`s the plan! We need a helicopter, someone who can fly it, and, of course, money! I think we will need cash?«

Omar nodded.

»If we want someone who doesn`t ask too many questions, yes. Well, it isn`t that I have too many connections, but maybe, I know someone whom we can ask if he knows someone! How much money do we have?«

Rosalie pondered.

»Unfortunately, I can`t pick up more than 1.000 per day with my card! But I have another 15.000 or so at the office!«

They decided that Sibel and Rosalie would go and fetch the money, whilst Omar would stay behind and try if he could reach his old comrades. Marlene decided to stay with him, ignoring the grin on Rosalie`s face.

»Do you think we will find her soon?«, Sibel asked as they were sitting in the car, heading for Cairo. Rosalie reached over and pulled the other`s head to her shoulder.

»Tomorrow the latest! Once we have got the money, it will be the four of us, plus a plane or helicopter, against one man and his camel! Karl is doomed!«

She sounded more confident than she felt, but they now needed all they had, including emotional stability.

***

An occasional viewer would have considered the two camel riders to be tourists, as the few Bedouins that still travelled through the desert usually didn`t get that close to the big cities, and modern Egyptians usually relied on jeeps or trucks. A more attentive viewer would have considered that these two were a tourist and his guide, for the second dromedary was towed to the first and following its conspecific.

On the first camel, Karl was surprised how little he had forgotten since his time in the desert. Of course, Mohammad`s camels were used to people and not very stubborn, but so far, his dromedary did willingly follow his orders. Karl had changed for a djellaba and a keffiyeh, making him look like an ancient desert warrior, except for the sunglasses and that he was not carrying a sword or a musket with him. He sat cross-legged in the saddle, adjusting to the dromedary`s movements, and looked at a hill in front of him, visible only as a shadow. However, he didn`t have a specific goal, all he had to do was to ride East, towards the Red Sea, where he would contact a man who had already showed interest in his special offer.

Karl looked over his shoulder, where the second dromedary was following in some ten yards distance. Except for a car in the far distance, they were alone.

The rider of the second camel looked quite unsuspicious from even closer distance, but that was because Karl had taken great care in arranging Silvana that way.

At Mohammad`s place, he had sat the girl on the toilet and waited until she had relieved herself, grinning how she had blushed under his prying eyes. Then, he had freed her arms, only to retie them in a different way. Behind her back, he had folded her arms and tied her wrists to the opposite elbow, also adding a thin cord he tied around the middle of her lower arms, further fixing them and letting a long end dangle.

Another rope was then slung around her neck, crossed between her breasts and then threaded through her folded arms before he brought the rope back to her front. As he pulled, her arms were welded to her upper body. Silvana ached as the ropes cut into her ribcage.

Karl tied a thin rope around her waist, pulling it so tight it all but disappeared into her skin. Then, as the girl stood panting and moaning from her tight bondage, he went for the pearl curtain, ripped off one of the strings and collected the pearls on the table. It were some 30 wooden pearls, each some inch in diameter.

»Just to keep you entertained, Sensual Silvana!«

He threaded the pearls onto the rope dangling from the girl`s arms, securing their position with a few knots. Then, he ordered:

»Spread your legs!«

Being stark naked, this was no order Silvana liked to follow, but Karl ensured by kicking at her feet that she stood with her feet some four feet apart. Only then, he reached between her legs and grabbed the rope with the pearls. As he pushed the rope`s end through her waist rope, Silvana pleaded:

»Please, no!«

»Your choice, with or without the pearls!«

Silvana shuddered. The rope was the same he had tied around her waist, and the mere thought of having the thin cord cut into her labia horrified her. The pearls would make things a little more tolerable.

Karl took care that the pearls were seated between her buttocks and ran over her clit before he tied the rope off, but indeed, they felt irritating, but they didn`t hurt. As he made her walk a few steps, the pearls massaged her soft flesh, and she let out a sigh.

»Ah, of course, your gag!«

He made Silvana kneel and stepped behind her. As he pressed the back of her head against his lap, she could feel his manhood, and for a second, she thought of slamming her head backwards. However, she would not be able to make it to the door before he recovered, and then, he would punish her.

»Now, enjoy the taste of my beloved grand-cousin Franziska!«

He held the panties to her nose, and Silvana tried to turn her head, but he grabbed her scalp with his free hand, forcing her to smell. Franziska had been wearing these panties only for a few hours, but it had been a hot day, and they had since then also soaked Silvana`s sweat when she had been hooded with those.

She clenched her teeth, but Karl just squeezed her nose and pressed her head against his lap, whilst he held the panties in front of her mouth. As Silvana had to gasp for air, he forced them forward, and now, it was his strong hand against her tongue. The girl retched, but he worked the panties deep into her oral cavity. The garment tasted vile, at they were rather substantial, but Karl managed to make some additional room. He crammed the crotch part of the pantyhose he had used to gag her on top, then slung the legs twice around her head and pulled, pulled until the nylon cut into the corners of her mouth, before he tied the ends off above the wad of cloth and nylon in her mouth, pushing in the panties even deeper against the back of her throat. Silvana convulsed, but Karl was far from being finished.

Instead of the ball gag, he tied a triple knot in a scarf, forced that between her gaping lips and tied it off at her nape. Above, another broader scarf was tied; then, he secured the gag with a narrow belt he tightened twice before he decided that she would never be able to dislodge it. Now, a third scarf was tied over her nose and under her chin. The material was thin, but slightly elastic, so it moulded to her face.

»Mph!«

He tied a fourth cloth over her head, like a headscarf, and tied it under her chin before slinging the ends around her neck and tying them off, so she felt a slight, but constant pressure at her throat. A second belt was added, and then, he wrapped her head in a loosely arranged cloth that made her look a bit like a Tuareg, with only her eyes showing.

Silvana was now unable to utter the faintest of sounds, as he proved by pinching her nipples. Then, he put an open djellaba over her, closing the buttons from her neck to her waist, before leading her towards the dromedaries he already had saddled and loaded with their package. Both were kneeling in the sand, and the girl had to mount one of them.

Silvana cringed and mewed as her body pressed down on the pears between her legs. Karl produced yet another belt, a normal one this time, and fixed her to  the saddle`s backrest. Then, he folded her legs, crossed her ankles and tied the ends off to the pommel. As a final touch, he draped the lower ends of the djellaba over her naked legs, tugging them so they wouldn`t get loose.

He then mounted the other camel and yelled a command. Slowly, the animal came to its feet, and then, the one Silvana was sitting upon also got up. Despite her stringent ties, the girl was shaking and only the belt and the rope around her feet prevented her from falling. She was shaking back and forth, causing her middle to grind over the pearly rope.

»Hhrrrrmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmm!«

Silvana screamed through her multiple gags, but even she could hardly hear the noises she made, as they were more vibrating in her throat or echoing under the scarves covering her head than actually carrying anywhere. Her dromedary didn`t seem to bother, and Karl also showed no reaction to her frantic moaning. Nevertheless, Silvana yelled until exhaustion stopped her.

Soon, she realized what had gotten camels the nickname »desert ship«, for despite walking in a slow pace, it was causing her to constantly rock back and forth and to sway from side to side as she was following Karl into the lonely desert in front of them.

***