Bound to the Past 8

Franziska Abu Drah had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions during the last few days. For 24 years, she had been the well protected daughter of a very rich family; given responsibility of one of the family`s companies, and expected to do well in her job, but even if she had run the insurance company to the ground, she wouldn`t have suffered the hardships of failure.

Then, there had been the video, and the crisis meeting in which they had discussed if it was a problem that, after more than 100 years, someone drew attention to the whereabouts of Linda Dellert. Franziska had been in the minority when it had come to what measures to take, and so, she had put her head together with Dana. Dana had also said that they should take care that SiSiCrime would disappear from the internet, and so, she had decided to call the only real criminal she knew: her grand-cousin Karl. And Karl had taken things in his own hands.

First, it had felt intriguing to hear about what he had done: that his henchmen in Germany had assaulted the girls, and even spanked them. Franziska had laughed at the thought; now, with her buttocks still sore from being given the same treatment by Karl, she thought different.

She and Dana had also agreed when Karl had decided to kidnap one of the girls, but they had both thought that he was joking when he spoke about selling her into White Slavery. Then, Franziska had confronted Karl, and that was when things had escalated. Karl had knocked her out, and when she had regained her consciousness, she had been trussed up, gagged to a point she almost suffocated, and left to boil inside her car in the sun. Franziska had faced the fear of dying during these hours, and when she had been freed, it had been by Rosalie and the missing girl`s friends, people who would not allow her to simply retire and keep her head low.

Angrily, she pulled on her bonds tying her to the pillar. She was no longer naked, but the combination of a borrowed pair of panties and Dana`s blouse wasn`t what she desired. The worst, however, was the gag. She was no longer gagged like Karl had left her, but she still had to chew on the used panties of another woman! Like every gag, this one made her drool, and whenever she swallowed her saliva, she cringed from the thought what was stuffing her mouth.

Close to her, Dana was in a similar predicament. She had been shocked when she had seen that Rosalie had not only abducted her assistant, but also whipped her. Dana, who had no clue what this was all about, since Franziska had, maybe for the first time, not told her about her plans when it had come to Silvana`s abduction. Dana, her right hand, her-

She had so far not been able to articulate her feelings for Dana. Sure, they were good friends and often met in private, they often had casual contact of their bodies, and she knew of no man in Dana`s private life. However, Franziska had always sneered at Rosalie who was quite open about her preferring girls.

»Rosie`s just a girl, it`s just a phase«, she had always said, but more than once, she had thought of Dana when she had been alone in her bed, and even now, she could not help looking at Dana`s gartered stockings, the ample breasts, barely covered by her transparent bra-

»If I`d stretch my legs, I could touch her – her crotch with my toes!«

Franziska blushed from the indecent thought, but at the same time, she stretched her leg, brushing over Dana`s thigh with her toes. The other twitched, but didn`t withdraw. Franziska touched the edge of her stocking, where it was held by the garter, then felt naked skin. She panted through her nose – when Dana suddenly moved away, rotating around the pillar she was bound to.

»Oh no, what have I done?«

Franziska blushed, but then, she felt something push against her foot: it was Dana`s bound hands, and she let out some energetic mmphing. After a few seconds, Franziska understood what Dana had realized before: if she could reach her hands with both her feet, she could perhaps peel off the tape around her fingers, so Dana could pick on the knots of her wrist ties.

Slowly, Franziska brought her other foot closer to Dana`s hands, trying to find an edge of the tape. It would be the first of several steps to freedom, and every moment, one of their captors could enter, but she persisted.

***

Rosalie`s and Sibel`s assumptions about what Marlene and Omar would do once they were alone had been different from what was actually going on. Omar had decided that it would increase their mobility if he could repair Franziska`s BMW, since except for the destroyed tires, the car was okay. He had found two old tires at the barn that would fit more or less, and the car had one spare wheel in its boot.

»I will change them now, since we have to wait for the girls to return anyway! Then, with only one tire flat, we can make it to the next petrol station!«

To Marlene`s disappointment, he hadn`t thought of other things to do in these few hours. Omar felt a bit useless, for he had called two of his former Army friends, but one had been in holidays, and the other one had been absent, so he had only spoken on his mailbox and was waiting for him to call back.

So, Omar had changed the wheels, whilst Marlene had provided him with water from the well. He had worked with his upper body bare, and he had always thanked her with a kiss, but Marlene hadn`t felt satisfied, and so, she had made an attempt of talking to him, whether they had just had a pleasureful night, or if there was more.

In hindsight, Marlene was sure that she had overreacted a bit; they were trying to cope with a criminal who had abducted one of their friends, and so, Omar had other things to think about, but she had interpreted his hesitation as critique and blamed him for finding her too old (he was eight years younger than her) or too ugly. Of course, he had protested, and when she had been about to believe him, the phone had rung.

»That was Ahmed! He can meet with me at the petrol station one mile away from here! So, I can also get a new tire, once I am there!«

His explanation was plausible: he didn`t want Ahmed to see Franziska and Dana bound and gagged in the barn; in addition, the petrol station was just a mile up the road, and so, she would not be alone for more than an hour. However, when he left, they hadn`t kissed, and Marlene uttered a few curses.

»Maybe, I am just an ugly old cow!«

She stood at the edge of the well, looking down on her image in the water. Of course, she couldn`t see much, but she just stood there, looking at the well, the gun Omar had left her lying beside her, since she didn`t know how to handle it anyway.

She didn`t hear the soft approaching steps, and when she heard the scraping sound of a hand grabbing the gun, she was at the same time rudely pulled back by her hair, and before she could scream, the barrel was pushed into her side.

»Change of plans, bitch!«

***

On their way to the office building, Rosalie had tried to drive less reckless, whilst Sibel would this time have loved if they didn`t waste time.

»The most important thing is that Omar finds a pilot who can keep his mouth shut! If we bring the money a bit later, it will be okay!«

Rosalie was right, but of course, Sibel felt that each minute they were sitting in that car was a minute more that Silvana would suffer. She had become so nervous that at the building, Rosalie ordered:

»So! You go to the bathroom, whilst I look for the money! We will meet in ten minutes!«

Sibel had followed the advice, and when she had finished, she stepped over to the bed she and Rosalie had slept in. On the nightstand, she saw Linda`s journal. She bent over the bed and reached for it, when she felt that her exposed butt was slapped.

»Ha! I knew it!«

It was Rosalie, who had sneaked behind her, in her hand an envelope that obviously contained the money and that she had used to hit her playfully. Sibel blushed slightly.

»It`s just, I thought that-«

Rosalie waved her index finger.

»You wanted to read on, without paying for it!«

She was leaning over Sibel, so their chests touched, and Sibel croaked:

»W-We have to g-go!«

»Oh, we will go – as soon as you have told me how you want to apologize for your attempted theft, my sweet Turkish rose!«

Sibel once again tried to push Rosalie aside, but she just had the more stable position, and so, she sighed:

»Okay, what do you want? Just to get this over!«

Rosalie cocked her head.

»Given the circumstances, I would be satisfied with a kiss!«

Once again, Sibel sighed; then, she kissed Rosalie`s lips. The Arab, however, didn`t move away.

»Rosalie, you promised!«

»That wasn`t a kiss! I mean, I know you must have a tongue, for we are talking right now, but all I felt was the barrier of your teeth!«

Rosalie bent forward a bit more, and at the same time, her hand slid over Sibel`s back, so she held her as if they were dancing Tango. Her other hand was now caressing the back of Sibel`s head. Sibel had to arch her back, and she not only felt Rosalie`s breasts press against her own, but also the others crotch grind over hers.

»Follow your heart, Sweet Sibel!«

Their lips met again, and this time, Rosalie was tender and plucked on her lips with hers. Sibel let out a fluttering breath and closed her eyes. When Rosalie`s tongue pushed forward, she opened her mouth and let it happen.

The kiss became more and more passionate, stoked by the passion of both parts, and Sibel was only able to stop when she felt that Rosalie`s hand had wandered down her back, had found the way under her skirt and was now kneading her buttock. With some effort, she withdrew her mouth and breathed:

»Rosalie-«

»Sibel«, Rosalie parodied her, and Sibel needed all her strength to continue:

»Rosalie, we – we have to go!«

She managed to get up, as Rosalie stepped one step back from her, her hand still on her butt, the other on her shoulder. Rosalie`s lips were moist, her cheeks had reddened, and Sibel could see her nipples poke through her thin top. She felt a tingle and knew that hers looked the same. Gently, she took Rosalie`s hands and whispered:

»Rosalie, let`s continue this when Silvie`s freed!«

»Ana quarniat kama allaena!«

»Eh?«

»Just ›I can`t wait‹ in Arabic! Now, let`s go! You may take the journal with you!«

Hand in hand, they walked towards the car. Sibel could somehow not believe that Rosalie had given her the correct translation of her saying, and so, she spoke the sentence in her translator.

»I am horny as fuck!«, the computer voice said, and Rosalie playfully bit her earlobe.

»Really? Me too! But now, we have to rescue Silvana first, you naughty girl!«

***

Omar had tried to concentrate on his meeting with Ahmed whilst walking towards the petrol station, but of course, he also had to think of Marlene. The seduction had not been on her initiative only, and he would have loved to have another night like the last one, but did that mean that he loved the German? That he wished to spend the rest of their lives with her, or at least, start a longer relationship? After all, they both had their lives, unfortunately on different continents.

»I almost have to thank Karl, so I can delay that decision!«

At the petrol station, he could get a fitting wheel, and Ahmed did indeed show up a little later. He insisted to attend the little bar with him, after they hadn`t seen for years. Omar hesitated, but he needed Ahmed to be in a cooperative mood. They had indeed not seen for a long time, and since both weren`t that religious, Omar decided that one small beer would be okay.

He presented a story to Ahmed that was not quite a lie, but didn`t reveal the entire truth: he said that some criminal had kidnapped a friend of the woman he was working for, and was obviously in the desert, riding on camels.

»It`s just one man, and I will do the action on earth! All I need you for is to fly over the area, find the two riders and then drop me somewhere close! And, of course, you will have to get me and the girl back, once I freed her!«

Omar was sure that he was superior to Karl when it came to fighting skills. So, in a one to one combat, he would most likely win. Ahmed scratched his chin and of course wanted to know more details. Details Omar had to improvise from the scratch. The two beers were followed by two more as they worked out some details and Ahmed demanded an exaggerated sum Omar had to negotiate about.

Everything went as he had wished, more or less, but whilst he was talking, he missed that the car of the girls passed the station, heading towards the hut.

***

Sibel drove on the yard, a little surprised she could see neither Marlene nor Omar, though they must have heard the approaching car.

»Do you think something has happened to them?«, Sibel asked, but Rosalie just chuckled.

»You mean, they were lest chaste than we?«

She leaned over to Sibel who left the car, so Rosalie followed her with a grunt. She looked at the hut. From their previous investigation, they knew it contained a camp bed, though it had been used by Karl before.

»You mean-«, she asked, pointing at the hut`s door. Rosalie shrugged and disappeared around the corner, only to return a few seconds later, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

»The curtain`s closed!«

Now, both held their ear to the door, and now, Sibel could hear a faint mewing and grunting. She shook her head, giggling.

»I can`t believe it! They are doing it, though they know that we will be here any second!«

Rosalie was about to knock, but Sibel stopped her.

»Let them finish this time!«

Rosalie pouted:

»Why shall my bodyguard have what is denied to me?«

Her hands darted forward and she slung her arms around Sibel, cuddling against her in a way that if she had worn glasses, they would have fogged up immediately.

»Promise me it is just delayed, Sweet Turkish rose!«

When Sibel opened her mouth, Rosalie kissed her, and Sibel hesitated only a few seconds before she answered to her kiss, closing her eyes and more and more losing sense of the world around her. So, she twitched and nearly bit Rosalie`s lip as she heard a sharp voice:

»I am so sorry I have to interrupt you, dear cousin!«

The two girls, still holding each other in their arms, saw Franziska, pointing at them with a gun. Before they could do or say something, another woman had stepped to them and pulled the gun from Rosalie`s belt. It was Dana, and when looking at her, they noticed that she was now wearing a black top and a burgundy red skirt, both looking a bit too wide on her. Marlene`s clothes.

With a shudder, Sibel now realized that the moaning from inside the hut hadn`t sounded that passionate – in addition, they had heard no sound from Omar. Did it mean that they had killed him?

Franziska stepped one step back, still aiming at them, whilst Dana looked as if she hadn`t much of a clue how to use her gun.

»Now, Rosie, you know that I am not like Karl, but you know that I can shoot – and though I am no killer, I might hurt you!«

Sibel reached for Rosalie`s hand, and she whispered to her:

»She`s good, I have to give her that!«

Then, to Franziska, Rosalie asked:

»Now, what is your plan? Call back Karl, so he can help you on your way to becoming a gangster`s bride?«

Franziska seemed not too offended.

»To be honest, I haven`t got an elaborate plan yet! But until then, I can make sure that you don`t get in my ways! Now, let`s start by getting things organized a bit!«

She waved Dana to position herself behind her and added:

»On blank distance, I can meet your kneecaps even when you move! So, you better do what I say! Let`s start by an easy task! Open the door!«

They obeyed, and their eyes fell on Marlene, lying on the floor and staring at them. Marlene was stark naked and glistering from sweat. As the two stepped closer, they could see how she was trussed up. Her arms were tied behind her back, not only at her wrists, but also her elbows, both above and below the joint. Marlene wasn`t fat, not even chubby, but she had a certain softness on her buxom body, so the ropes dug deep into her skin. Her legs were tied at the thighs, above and below the knees, at her ankles and finally, her big toes were tied with a thin cord. The latter rope was also tied around Marlene`s neck, forcing her into a rigid hogtie and she had to arch her back in a hideous bow to not strangle herself. Swaths of tape covered the lower half of her face and seemed to hold a copious amount of packing in her mouth.

»Get her out!«, Franziska ordered, and the girls had to grab Marlene by her knees and shoulders, having to grope tight so the slippery naked woman didn`t slip from their hands. Now, they could see that a tight rope was tied around Marlene`s waist, and Sibel, who was holding her knees, could also see that her hands were pulled into her cleft by another rope that disappeared between her buttocks – buttocks that showed signs of some spanking.

»We just used our hands«, Franziska explained, »but that was only because Dana told me that she wasn`t hurt for real. Nevertheless, she had earned some compensation!«

They made her drop Marlene, who was moaning and retching, behind their car, and to open the boot. Then, Dana positioned herself beside Marlene and placed the barrel of her gun at the woman`s temple.

»Dana is a woman of many qualities, but shooting isn`t one of them. But she won`t miss on a distance of two inches! So, you better do as I say!«

Franziska herself now produced a sack and then positioned herself closer to the door, so she could have an eye on the road.

»If Omar comes back, I will see him before he sees me! In addition, it seems that he has left his gun here, so you better don`t hope for the cavalry to save you!«

They felt a slight relief that Omar hadn`t been killed by Franziska, though they wondered where he was. Franziska, however, didn`t leave them time to discuss:

»Now, off with your clothes!«

Sibel and Rosalie hesitated, but after a wave with the gun from Franziska, Rosalie pulled her top over her head whilst Sibel worked on the zipper of her dress. She let it slide down her body, stepped out of it and removed her sandals, leaving her in her plain black cotton panties and matching bra. When Rosalie lowered her jeans, she noticed that she also wore black, but satin with red lace trimming and embroidered red roses on the bra cups and on the front panel of her panties. Sibel tried to show as much confidence as Rosalie who stood with her hands on her hips and a defiant expression on her face.

»Who told you to stop?«

Rosalie groaned.

»Oh, come on, Franzi, what is the point of that?«

»It makes you less likely to try to run away, and it teaches you some humility!«

Rosalie responded with some words in Arabic that didn`t sound very nice; then, she unclasped her bra and took it off, making no attempt of hiding herself, whilst Sibel followed the order a bit more reluctantly.

»Satisfied?«, Rosalie asked with an annoyed tone.

»Obviously not«, Franziska replied, pointing at their panties. Sibel shook her head, and Rosalie also seemed a bit less confident now. However, none of them made a move to follow the order.

Dana now proved to be an excellent partner in crime. With her gun`s barrel, she brushed over Marlene`s side. The bound woman twitched and made sounds of oppressed laughter. Of course, this squirms had consequences on the rope connecting her neck to her toes, and she retched and her face colour changed as Dana continued the torture and also used her other hand to tickle Marlene`s soles.

»Okay, stop it!«, Sibel screamed and pulled down her panties. Rosalie showed her grand-cousin her middle finger before she did the same. Sibel couldn`t help peek at the other`s narrow strip of pubic hair, unlike her triangle of curls.

»Good! Now, as you seem to like each other so much – hug!«

A look on Marlene, who was still panting and wheezing, made them obey that order. Their boobs touched, and Sibel thought that this wasn`t the worst part of their predicament.

»If they part from each other, shoot the busty one!«, Franziska said towards Dana in an almost bored tone as she rummaged through her bag, producing a bundle of the belts that had tied her previously. She stepped behind Sibel`s back, crossed Rosalie`s wrists and tied them with one of the narrow belts. Then, she used tape to not only wrap it over the belt, but also around Rosalie`s fingers. Then, she did the same to Sibel`s wrists and fingers behind Rosalie`s back.

»Before we have to carry you when we are finished – get over to the car`s back door!«

The distance as just a few yards, but tied as they were, it took some coordination and caused some grinding and rubbing of their touching breasts. The look on Franziska`s face told them that this was exactly what she wanted.

When they were beside the car, Franziska opened the back door before she fetched more of the narrow belts. One, she wound twice over where Sibel`s right and Rosalie`s left arm crossed, pulling it tight before buckling it shut. The same, she did to the other side, before she tied a third belt around both girls` waists, so not only were their breasts pressed harder against each other, their pubic mounds also touched. Sibel gasped when she felt Rosalie`s pubic hair brush over hers.

»Now, how about one last kiss before I gag you?«

She clawed her fingers into her captives` scalps and pressed their mouths together. Sibel made a chortling sound, but Rosalie pulled her closer, as if to show her compassion, and began to kiss her. Indeed, though Franziska was watching them, and though the threat of getting gagged, Sibel felt a bit better and responded to the kiss.

»All right, we haven`t got all day!«, Franziska laughed; then, she continued:

»Now, since you are such fans of kinky gags-«

She brutally yanked Rosalie`s head backwards, so she had to look upwards and her breasts pushed against Sibel`s. The girl gritted her teeth and hissed a curse, but Franziska just poked her side, causing Rosalie to twitch and gasp. The latter used the fact that the girl had to open her mouth to push something between her lips, and now, working together, they slowly stuffed Rosalie`s mouth to the fullest extent. A certain scent reached Sibel`s nose, and she recognized the gag as a pair of white panties, made of cotton and plain, but looking big.

»That must be Marlene`s!«, she thought, and she shivered by the thought that not only Marlene had worn them before, on a hot day, but they had also been used to gag Dana.

After some more struggling from Rosalie, rewarded with more tickling by Franziska, Dana finally had worked the whole pair into her mouth. Rosalie panted heavily through her nose and stared daggers at Franziska who now announced:

»Keep them in, or I`ll tickle you until you pee!«

Then, she produced something black and pulled it over Rosalie`s head. It was the pair Sibel had just taken off, and Sibel blushed when she sensed her own fragrance that Rosalie now had to smell on every breath.

Both the gag and the panty hood were secured by a knotted scarf that was forced between Rosalie`s gaping lips, pulled tight and then knotted at her nape. Sibel noticed that it was in fact two scarves, tied to an »X«. She then felt a hand brush over her side.

»Seems that you are not ticklish – but your friends are! So, accept your gag without resistance, or Rosie and the buxom one will suffer!«

Sibel gulped. She knew that now, she would be forced to chew on a pair of panties that weren`t her own. On the other hand, she saw Rosalie`s eyes, staring at her through the leg openings of her panties. They were still defiant, but if Franziska realized her threat, she was in danger to choke. And she all too well remembered Marlene, who had the rope around her neck and would pay for every wriggle. So, she opened her mouth and even endured it as Dana inserted her fingers inside it, making her open her jaws wider. Then, she felt something soft and tasted something unpleasant. A glimpse of golden and black told her this was the other pair from Marlene, worn by her during her trip to Berlin, then being used to gag Franziska, before Marlene had worn them again. Sibel tasted sweat, and she was sure that Marlene had been thinking of Omar whilst wearing those. She gagged, but Dana just pushed the garment forward, filling her mouth completely. Then, she was also hooded, and she knew it was Rosalie`s discarded panties. They were still warm, and Sibel now was not left in doubt whether Rosalie had been indifferent to their kiss, for the crotch part was placed over her nose before her mouth was pressed against Rosalie`s, and the scarf was pulled between her lips and tied off at the back of her neck. Now, their combined gag forced them into a permanent kiss. To enforce that position, Franziska buckled a belt around both their necks.

Three more belts were then used to tie their legs together and to each other, one just below their butts, forcing  their pubic mounds into even closer contact, one at their knees, and the last around their ankles. Then, the blanket, still damp from Franziska`s sweat, was wrapped around the whole bundle and secured with tape. After only a few seconds, both girls were beginning to sweat.

Dana and Franziska now lowered them onto the car`s backseat and secured them there with the seat belts. Then, Franziska looked at their bare feet.

»Aww, covered with sand!«

She brushed the sand off their soles, chuckling as this forced Rosalie to squirm and grind against Sibel. She produced a shoelace and tied all four big toes together, forcing the girls to keep their feet uncomfortably stretched. Then, she once again tickled Rosalie´s soles before she left them alone for the moment.

Then, they opened the boot where Franziska took out something. Then, with some effort, they heaved Marlene inside, placing her on her belly, so her breasts were pressed against the rough carpet inside. Franziska then looked down on her and said:

»As I said, we are no murderers!«

To Marlene`s relief, she untied the rope around her neck, but then tied her toes off to her elbow tie, so Marlene was still in a strict hogtie. Then, however, Franziska added:

»However, you better do not forget who`s in charge!«

She and Dana tickled Marlene`s sides and soles for some minute. The helpless woman squealed, bucked and squirmed. She had no control over her spasms, her boobs rubbing over the carpet she was lying on, her hands pulling on her tight crotch rope. When they let her go, Marlene saw stars dace on front of her eyes and had nearly fainted. Franziska slapped her butt to say Goodbye and closed the lid.

»Now, let`s go! You drive!«, she said to Dana and slid onto the passenger seat. She had her gun ready, as there was still Omar to deal with. On her lap, she held the first aid kit she had taken from the boot.

***

Omar and Ahmed had parted after they had shared a third beer. The bottles had been small, and so, he was still sober, despite the heat. In addition, he was in a relatively good mood. Ahmed had told him that until the next day, he would sure be able to organize a small plane, and the 10.000 were a high prize, but within their budget.

So, he just grabbed the new tire and carried it with him as he walked back towards the hut. He had passed half the distance, when he saw a dust cloud approach him. He reached for his belt, remembering that he had left his gun with Marlene. Then, he recognized Rosalie`s car and his forehead smoothened: obviously, the girls had passed the petrol station whilst he and Ahmed had been at the bar, and now, Marlene had told them where he was and they would pick him up, so he didn`t have to carry the tire over the whole distance.

»So, the hardest task for today is to fix this tire – and to talk to Marlene about us!«

Omar preferred the first task, but nevertheless, he put down the tire and smiled as the car slowed down and stopped. The smile froze when the window on the passenger`s side came down, revealing a hand holding a gun.

The distance between them was just ten yards, and in addition, the tradition of the Abu Drah family included that all kids, even the girls, were taught to shoot from an early age. So, Franziska easily hit Omar`s calf, sending him to the ground. Then, as Dana let the car roll forward, she said:

»I am not like Karl! All I need is a head start! So, help yourself, and in a few weeks, everything will be as it has been before!«

She tossed him the first aid kit; then, the window went up and the car accelerated, leaving the wounded man behind. Franziska leaned back and sighed:

»I hope he won`t mind the messy glove box in my car!«

Then, she pushed her hand through the gap between the side wall and her seat, reaching for Rosalie`s and Sibel`s feet.

»Hey, this was funny, so, you better show some amusement!«, she crowed and once again tickled Rosalie`s soles.

***