Bound to the Past 9

The silence was overwhelming to Silvana who was used to the noise of the 21st century. It wasn`t a complete silence, for the camels made occasional sounds, their hooves perhaps kicked a pebble, or their harnesses clinked. But with two cloths tied over her ears, Karl not talking and no one around them, it was silent nevertheless.

Not that the girl could have added much sound. With her mouth stuffed to the bursting and wrapped with several cloths, she herself could barely hear her moans, and so, she had soon given up yelling, for it was just further exhausting her. Occasionally, she looked up, to see if there was a jeep, other riders or maybe a plane – someone that would consider the little group suspicious.

»Like on these old pictures!«

When she and Sibel had produced the video about Linda, they had also used a few pictures of 19th century painter Otto Pilny, a so-called Orientalist. Pilny had painted harem scenes, and also a few pictures of Arab slave traders exposing and selling kidnapped European women. It had been 19th century porn, so to say, allowing people to look at naked girls whilst at the same time pretending that they were just outraged about the depicted crime. If she was honest, it was also a bit how true crime formats worked.

But these had been pictures of the past, showing an even older time, and now, she was facing the same fate. She, a girl of the present, would be sold, to end up as a sex slave!

»Sex slave! Even the word sounds rather raunchy than like describing a crime!«

She shifted her position, and the pearls on the rope between her legs massaged her. Silvana shuddered. This crotch rope wasn`t painful, but it was there, reminding her at every move she made that she was helpless – and available. She also remembered how Karl had touched her – and how she had reacted to that. He had not even pretended something like he had been seduced or would set her free; Karl had just known where to touch her, and Silvana could still imagine her arousal, and the tide wave of her orgasm caused by her tormentor.

»Is he my first man, so to say?«, she thought and had to oppress a hysteric giggle. Silvana was still a virgin, not because she was against widening her horizon, but until two years ago, she had been not very outgoing, and since then, there had just not been the right boy to experience more than a kiss.

Of course, she had her own hands (and the toy hidden in her drawer), and she definitely enjoyed playing with herself sometimes. The memory sent a shiver through her loins, and she shifted her position once again.

»I wonder whether I could-«

Silvana shooed the thought away, but now that it had been thought, it was in her head. Karl had said something about »passing the time« when he had tied the rope between her legs, where it had rubbed over her sensitive spots since then. So far, she had more or less ignored it; it was like sitting above the wheel on a long bus ride, or riding a bicycle whilst wearing a mini skirt, so the saddle rubbed over her panties. It was just a slight irritation, that would only become more if she allowed it to happen.

However, there was a strong ally of her slight irritation lurking: boredom. Never in her life, Silvana would have considered getting abducted to be boring, and yet: she was tied up, in a way that all her attempts to work on her bonds had been in vain. The ties weren`t that painful, and she could move a little, so her limbs didn`t cramp, but now, they felt numb and she knew that if she had been freed right now, she would have staggered and collapsed. Her mouth was stuffed to the bursting, but she had adjusted to that, too, taking small breaths through her nose. After a while, even the disgusting fact that the used panties and pantyhose of another woman were stuffing her mouth had lost its horror, and she just shuddered slightly when she had to gulp.

The dromedary walked on in its slow pace, and it seemed that Karl neither intended to stop until dusk, nor did he speak to her. Except for an occasional look over his shoulder, he didn`t even take notice of her.

»I could really react to that damn rope, and he wouldn`t even notice!«

As if her womb had heard her thought, a tingle shot through her loins, and she once again shifted her hips. She looked at Karl`s back, and she shook her head.

»No, I won`t give in! You won`t win that easy, you bastard!«

However, there was yet another voice in her head; it wasn`t just arousal. After all, a slight irritation could only grow if she allowed it to happen. But, unable to do much else, Silvana pondered if it was true what she had just thought. Would really Karl have won if she allowed herself to play with the pearly rope?

The man was intending to sell her to a man who would want her for sex, whether she liked it or not. Once she had been sold, it would be about her buyer`s interests, not her own. Now, despite being bound and gagged, she could do it for herself, could get a little distraction from her predicament, and no one except her would benefit.

Silvana knew that this perhaps wasn`t the most logical thought, but at the same time, they had reached the ridge of a bigger hill, and then, the dromedaries slowly rode down on the other side. Karl had once looked if the second camel had passed the ridge, and now, he was again looking as if he had dozed off. And now, gravity made Silvana slide forward in her saddle, pressing her harder against the crotch rope.

»If even the geography is telling me to give it a try, who am I to judge?«

She still felt ready to stop as soon as Karl would turn his head again, but at the same time, she began to move her hips, feeling how the pearls rubbed over her clit and the rope tried to find a way inside her, not painful, but very persistent.

***

In a desperate attempt to escape Franziska`s hands touching Rosalie`s soles, the bound girls had tried to turn away from her. They had succeeded, but at a cost, for now, Rosalie was lying on top of Sibel, and with them both leashed together and also wrapped in the blanket, there was no chance of changing that. Luckily, Rosalie was petite, but she was hot; not in a metaphorical sense, but literally. Sibel felt as if she had been tied to a radiator. A smooth and soft, but nevertheless hot radiator.

Of course, the blanket did its part to keep the heat, and their position wasn`t meant to cool down either. Pressed front to front, they felt the other`s breasts on every breath, and their pubic mounds slightly grinded against each other on every move one of them made, or when the car hit a bump or took a curve.

Sibel looked up at Rosalie`s eyes, a few inches from her own. For a terrible moment, she thought that the tough Arab was crying, but then, she saw it was just a drop of sweat that had found its way over her forehead and through her brow, now waiting to drip down on Sibel. She blinked as it happened, and at the same time, she pulled Rosalie a bit closer, as if to signal her that she wasn`t blaming her.

Their lips touched because of their shared gag, and here, gravity was playing a mean trick on Sibel: not only did she have to swallow her own saliva, filtered by Marlene`s panties, but Rosalie`s drool would slowly seep down to her, too.

»Well, if we`d kiss on our own free will, it would also be her saliva I`d taste!«

She hadn`t yet found time to cope with that turn of events: that not only Rosalie was interested in her, but that she was responding to it. Things were going much faster than she would have intended, but if she counted the many horrible things of their current predicament, Rosalie`s close presence was none of them.

Sibel relaxed the tension of her body, letting her hands rest on her friend´s buttocks. When Rosalie had stripped, she had noticed the two dimples on top of her buttocks, and now, she felt for them. Rosalie slightly twitched, but when Sibel looked at her eyes, she noticed a tender expression in them.

»As long as we are together, things won`t be completely bad!«, Sibel thought as the ride continued.

***

Less than a yard away, Marlene was denied the little solace of a companion sharing her plight. Her nude front was lying on a rough carpet, and whenever the car made a sudden move, her breasts and loins rubbed over the scratchy surface. She still was tied in the hogtie, the only lenience being that they had removed the rope around her neck. But in addition with her strict elbow ties, Marlene had to thrust out her boobs, making the position even more uncomfortable.

The tiny boot didn`t even allow her to turn to her side, and whilst the inside of the car at least had air condition, the boot hadn`t, so Marlene was boiled in her own sweat. The ropes had no slack, cutting into her skin. Whenever Marlene breathed in, she felt the tight rope around her waist, and each move of her arms pulled on her crotch rope. This, the mean women had pulled deep between her labia before tying it off. With cruel precision, they had tied a knot in it that now pressed against her clit. Despite the heat, she shuddered when she remembered how they then had »punished« her, despite knowing that her whipping Dana had been just a fake. They had spanked her butt, laughing as how she had squirmed and pulled on her crotch rope. Then, however, Franziska had found out she was ticklish, and then, they had made her quickly regret that the spanking was over. Perhaps, her only success had been that she hadn`t wet herself as they had attacked her flanks and soles whilst she had already been helplessly hogtied.

Marlene had almost choked, for they had also gagged her before, starting by cramming Silvana`s discarded panties into her mouth. On top, they had then wedged her own bra, also sweaty from her wearing it for two days, and also stuffing her mouth to the bursting, for 38D cups were the opposite of tiny. On top, they had tied the ball gag previously used for Silvana, a few tape strips, a vet wrap bandage and finally ten additional layers of tape. Franziska had even held her ear to Marlene`s mouth when dana had tickled her.

»Perhaps, you should consider a career as a human vibrator!«

Had she been silly? If she had looked after the captives, they would not have freed themselves, or at least, she could have stopped them. If she hadn`t confronted Omar about what it was between him and her, the man would perhaps not have left to get the tire alone.

Omar! Marlene had been unable to make herself noticeable, but she had heard the car stop, followed by a single shot. The conversation had been in Arabic, but she had heard the oppressed ache of a man. had Franziska killed him? She had pretended not to be a murderer, but perhaps, this was only limited to her family members.

Then, Marlene felt that the car once again slowed down and came to a halt.

***

In every second action flick, when a hero or his sidekick was wounded, it was often commented by »It`s just a flesh wound!«. Omar had once been shot before, and he had of course talked to his veteran comrades when he had still been in the Army, and he knew that in reality, such flesh wounds weren`t a picknick. These wounds needed medical treatment, too, and they would severely limit his ability to move.

At least, Franziska had indeed neither hit any vital organs and also spared his knees. If he took care, his wounded calf would indeed heal within a few weeks. The only problem was that he couldn`t take care.

He was about 500 yards away from the hut, and 1000 from the petrol station. So, he would be able to limp either back or forth without losing too much blood, at least if he used the medical kit to provisionally tie off his leg. Whilst he applied the bandage, Omar considered what to do.

Sure, he could pretend that some unknown person had shot him and then left the scene, but what then? Even if he could tell a lie to the Police, he would end up in hospital, at least for one night. A night in which Silvana and Karl would have more of a head start, and in addition, he didn`t know what Franziska and Dana had done to Marlene, or to the girls whose car they had occupied. What if they had left them, or some of the three, at the hut, bound and gagged and damned to wait until he would return the next day or even later?

Omar looked at the tire. If he could get it to the hut, he could put it on the BMW, and at least would have a possibility to get somewhere. It would be agony to get the tire that weighed some 30 lbs over the 500 yards, with his leg throbbing and still slightly bleeding. On the other hand, the car was already jacked up, and at the hut, he at least had plenty of water.

So, Omar put the tire up, and, slowly rolling it forward whilst using it as a walking aid, he limped towards the hut, trying not to put weight on his injured leg.

***

Silvana mewed into her gag as the carpet she was rolled inside was dumped onto the ground. She could hear the men laugh and talk, and right in front of her, she saw the foot of-

»Mmhhmm?«

She shook her head, shuddering and spasming one last time from the aftermath of her climax. She had managed to use the movements of the camel, her constant swaying and writhing in the saddle, for a massage by the crotch rope, and so, by no longer fighting it, the girl had managed to cum – not heftily, just a small relaxation in her predicament. However, when she had ridden the small wave of pleasure, the dromedaries had also passed another ridge, and below them, there had been a small oasis – and for a few seconds, Silvana had been there. She had been at this oasis, still bound and gagged, but rolled inside a carpet, and there had been several men around her. She had heard their sounds, and those of their horses and camel, and-

Now, she heard another sound. It was Karl, pointing at the oasis right in front of them. She now noticed that it had become late, and he obviously wanted to camp there. Silvana felt her cheeks redden as it came to her mind what she had just done. Sure, he would notice the fact that the pearls were dark with moisture, and maybe, not even the smell of the camel would cover up her fragrance.

»And yet, what was that? Foreshadowing, or am I just hallucinating?«

Karl made the dromedaries kneel once they were at the oasis that consisted just of a few palms and bushes around a small pond that looked both dirty and invitingly. He freed her legs and untied her from the saddle, so she could slide into the sand, too weakened to even think of running away. If he noticed her previous arousal, he kept it to himself as he just removed the saddles from the camels and let them drink whilst he prepared a small campfire.

The darkness came quite fast, and so, the sun had already disappeared when the fire was burning and Karl turned towards her, removing the djellaba from her and untying the cloths wrapped around her head. Silvana expected Karl to untie her arms, or to at least fully ungag her, but he left the panties stuffed inside her mouth, and the pantyhose and belt tied between her lips. He then pushed the tip of a water hose into her mouth and pressed until the water soaked her gag. Thirsty as she was, and dehydrated from sweating. Silvana had no choice as to quench her thirst by sucking water through the panties in her mouth. It was humiliating, but the girl was so grateful she could drink that she ignored the slightly bitter taste.

Once she was no longer thirsty, he removed the crotch rope and the belt and brushed over the red mark the leather had left around her waist.

»No supper for you, Sensual Silvana – the belt marks how slim your waist should be!«

At least, he led her aside so she could relieve herself. Then, back at the campfire, he turned her onto her belly and tied her ankles, fixing the rope to her folded forearms, so she was in a hogtie. Then, he had some flatbread and water before he left for a few minutes, obviously to also follow nature.

Silvana was hungry, despite her plight, she was feeling that the air was getting chilly, and she was scared and exhausted. But also, she had the strange feeling of déjà vu, triggered by the few seconds she had envisioned herself to be at this very oasis.

»I have never been on this continent before, and even if I had, I would remember it!«

And yet, she couldn`t shake off the strange feeling, even as Karl returned and placed two blankets on the ground. He then took off his shoes and placed himself on the blanket whilst draping the second over him. Looking at Silvana, he said:

»You may freeze or share my bed, your choice!«

Laughing, he patted on the place beside him, at the same time showing her what he would do if Silvana decided for warmth.

***

Dana`s apartment was rather expensive, but it had two luxuries: its own parking garage, and an elevator that opened directly into her rooms, without having to pass a corridor. So, she and Franziska could drag their captives the few yards from the car to the elevator and get them to the apartment unseen.

»Phew, what a trip! I already miss my BMW!«

Dana brought a knife from the kitchen and they cut the tape of the blanket cocooning Sibel and Rosalie, laughing as they then pulled and the two rolled over the carpet, where they pushed against the still hogtied Marlene.

»Now, here`s the good news: we won`t have to keep you here for very long! After all, this is Dana`s home, and I can`t stress her hospitality to infinity!«

Dana meanwhile had placed two plastic bags on the table. During the trip, the car had stopped once, and obviously, their captors had bought something. Franziska looked down on the three naked, bound and gagged women, enjoying their fear and curiosity what she was intending to do with them.

»Now, here`s the deal: Marlene and Sibel may return to Germany by tomorrow or so. You may also go to the Police and try to launch a search for Karl, as long as you won`t speak about my or my family`s involvement in all this. Oh, and you will of course delete the video. That`s all!«

Marlene just stared at Franziska, whilst Sibel, who had rolled in a position her back was facing the other woman, saw the expression of curiosity and distrust in Rosalie`s eyes. Franziska continued:

»Oh, and Rosie, you may also continue your old life by tomorrow! It might take a few days until Omar will be able to return into your service, but as long as you keep your mouth shut, nothing will change!«

»Mph!«

Rosalie`s angry grunt drowned Marlene`s sigh of relief: at least, Omar hadn`t been killed!

»Good point!«, Franziska quipped, as if Rosalie had said something articulate. She turned to Dana and asked with a drawling voice:

»Dana, what do you think – will these three do as we tell them and keep their mouths shut about what has happened during the last days?«

She was still clad in just the borrowed blouse and the also borrowed panties, but Franziska somehow embodied confidence now. Dana smiled and raised her smartphone.

»I don`t know. Maybe, they will do so, because otherwise, we will publish another video, or rather two of them. Two videos we will produce right now, with you as the protagonists!«

Franziska feigned surprise.

»Videos, Dana? You mean videos in which people can see everything of them and also can watch them doing naughty adult stuff? Well, if such a video existed about me, I would be very careful not to make the one who possesses it angry!«

She laughed, her laughter showing an almost frightening resemblance to Rosalie`s silvery laugh. After a few seconds, the three captives mewed and squirmed, as they had fully understood what the two women intended to do with them. Franziska just laughed and drew the gun whilst Dana bent over Marlene.

»We will start with our buxom friend, for you two may warm up for being together, as you two lovebirds will be in the same video, of course!«

Dana cut Marlene`s hogtie, and she lowered her legs with a sigh. Franziska meanwhile took one of the heavy chairs from the table and placed it in the middle of the room.

»Sit down here, Big Tits!«

Marlene stared at her. she was still tied on her arms and legs. Franziska waited for a few seconds; then, she asked:

»Dana, do you have a fly swatter or something? It seems that she needs some extra invitation!«

Dana smiled maliciously.

»I am afraid not – but I sure have a nice leather belt!«

She left the room, and as she returned with a narrow belt and let it swish through the air, Marlene moaned with fear. Then, she began to squirm and wriggle, trying to get to her feet. Panting, she managed to sit up; then, grimacing as her sore buttocks rubbed over the carpet, she pushed herself to the next wall. It took a few tries, but finally, she was leaning against the wall, her chest heaving, and she was trembling from the effort. In addition, tensing her muscles meant that her leg ties bit even harder into her flesh.

»Now, come to me! Hop, hop!«

And hopping was what Marlene did, despite her nearly losing balance twice, and though it made her breasts bounce like mad. It was just a distance of three yards, but Marlene was feeling as if she had done a marathon when she could finally dump her butt onto the seat.

Franziska now bent her tied arms over the backrest that was so high its upper edge dug into Marlene`s armpits. With a short rope, she tied her wrists off to a horizontal bar between the rear legs.

Now, Dana cut the rope around her waist, and then, Marlene cringed and groaned with both pain and relief as the crotch rope was slowly pulled from between her legs. The dull pain was replaced by a tingle, and Marlene heavily panted through her nose.

Dana now freed Marlene`s legs whilst Franziska cut two ropes. She then grabbed her victim`s right leg and tied her ankle to the rear leg, so high it was at the same level as her wrists. Marlene groaned as she did the same to her other leg, as the position forced her to sit with her thighs splayed open.

Now, Dana took a few photos of Marlene in her exposed position. She then showed them to Marlene, telling her:

»Luckily, we have your personal data from the hotel! It would be a shame if the video goes viral, and no one would be sure that this is Marlene Gutermann, 37, a primary school teacher from Würzburg! I wonder how many of your colleagues, or parents of your pupils would watch such stuff!«

»More than one would think!«, Franziska warbled, and Marlene couldn`t help blushing. Franziska, however, had another thing in mind:

»Unfortunately, when we stuffed your bra into your mouth, we didn`t check the label, and we don`t want to risk you screaming by ungagging you now. So, how could you tell us your bra size, Marlene?«

»Well, we could guess! And Marlene can nod or shake her head«, Dana proposed the opposite. Franziska pondered.

»I am not sure. What if she lies to us?«

Again, Dana showed her malicious smile.

»Oh, I am sure that she is too afraid of the consequences!«

Her fingers made a strange move, as if she was playing air piano. Franziska understood and tickled Marlene`s soles. She writhed and squirmed, but her feet were fixed, and so, she had to endure the torture, squealing and gasping. Franziska stopped and Dana now stared down on Marlene`s heaving boobs.

»Hm, let me see! Sure, the elbow tie emphasizes them, but they are big anyway, though I am sure gravity`s not Marlene`s best friend!«

Though still fighting to catch breath, Marlene stared daggers at Dana who now further commented on her rack and even squeezing her hip. Then, she said:

»Well, since you are more ample than any of us, I would guess – 38?«

Marlene nodded, and Dana continued:

»And the cups, hm, let me feel!«

Ignoring Marlene`s muffled protests, she cupped her boobs and squeezed them. Then, ostentatiously wiping the sweat from her fingers, she cocked her head:

»38D?«

Blushing all over, Marlene nodded, and Dana said:

»I will add that to your personal info, Marlene Gutermann, 37, primary school teacher from Würzburg, 38D!«

Meanwhile, Franziska had rummaged through one of the plastic bags and produced something that, since she was standing behind Marlene, only Rosalie could see: a big Hitachi vibrator, with an electric cable dangling from it.

Between the seat and the backrest was a gap, and through that, Franziska now pushed the wand. Marlene mewed and her eyes widened as something pushed against her buttocks and between her legs, but then, she had the knob on the end press against her pubic area. Franziska plugged in the cable and put the vibrator on low speed.

»Mhhmmph! Nnngggg!«

»Easy, Big Tits, I will accelerate it soon enough! Show some patience, you wanton slut!«

She went to Dana and whispered something into her ear. The other woman once again smiled in a way that Marlene had shivered, had she not been busy coping with the buzzing thing between her legs.

Dana left and came back with a standing fan she placed behind Marlene. Then, she adjusted the height, until the ventilator was at the level of her butt.

»We don`t want you to overheat during the show!«, Franziska said and plugged in the fan. It came to life, almost soundless, and blew cool air to the back of the chair, slowly turning from one side to the other. Indeed, the cold breeze felt not inconvenient, but Marlene mewed as Dana now returned from the kitchen, holding several ribbons she had cut from a coil.

Rosalie watched as Franziska stopped the fan and then, she and Dana knotted the ribbons to the cage around the propeller. When they were finished, they turned it back on.

Soon, the perfidy of the arrangement came evident: the breeze made the ribbons flutter, and whenever the head of the fan moved, they brushed over Marlene`s bare and exposed soles. The attack never lasted too long, but it made her wriggle and this not only caused her boobs to bounce, she also moved on the vibrating knob between her splayed legs.

»Let me adjust the camera, then, you may increase the speed, and then, we can finally take care of the other two!«

***

Silvana mewed into her gag as she woke up, blinking at the stars and needing some time to realize where she was. Of course, she was still at the oasis, and yet, it was different.

She had refused Karl`s offer and despite her fear, exhaustion had taken its toll, and she had dozed off, finding herself in a strange and yet vivid dream.

In her dream, she had again, or still, been at this oasis, but unlike now, there had been a moon shining down on her once she had been unwrapped from the carpet around her. There had been several men, wearing djellabas or similar clothes, and all had been equipped with sabres and rifles.

Silvana had also been bound and gagged, but different to her current predicament: she had been simply tied at her wrists and ankles, and a cloth had been tied over her mouth and nose, covering two more cloths, one over her mouth and one cleaving her lips, that held a massive packing in her oral cavity. Like in reality, she had been stark naked, but this time, she had not been alone.

Close to her, a second woman had been unwrapped, also nude and unlike her, she had been tied by what seemed hundreds of yards of leather thongs encircling her body from head to toe. She had had black hair, and though she had also been gagged like her, she had seen her eyes, still expressing confidence.

»Melanie!«

Somehow, in her dream, Silvana had known that this was Melanie! Melanie, who had – but her memories had been blurred, only showing her that they had both been naked before. naked, and Melanie touching her all over, whilst she had been enjoying it with a mixture of fear, anticipation and arousal.

The men had then bent over them, handling them a bit rough, but not brutal, and then, they had been placed on blankets, beside the fire.

Silvana shivered. In reality, the fire had burned down, indicating that she had slept for several hours. She crawled closer to the embers, but still, she felt the chilly night air on her bare skin. Karl was sleeping, but she was sure that if she approached him, he would let her under his blanket.

Then, he would sure take advantage of her coming to him, and once more, he would have won.

»No! I won`t surrender to him!«

Silvana still was so impressed by her dream that she almost wondered why there were no horses tied to the trees. She now was sure that what she had seen was Linda Dellert. Linda, after she had been abducted from the hotel. Hadn`t she mentioned a Melanie in the page of her journal the ominous Rosalie had sent Sibel and her?

»Maybe, they have been brought here by their abductors!«

It wouldn`t be the greatest coincidence, if she had been kidnapped by some Bedouins. They were still close to Cairo, and sure, there weren`t that many oases in this desert. And in her current situation, it was also understandable that she identified with her ancestor.

»And yet, I have seen her before! When I – when I climaxed!«

She wondered if her dream had any meaning. Perhaps, Linda wanted to tell her to accept her fate? On the photo they had been sent, Linda hadn`t looked unhappy. She had given birth to a daughter, perhaps from one of the men who had kidnapped her?

However, though she was still confused, Silvana knew that this was just a romantic wish. Maybe, Linda had found luck after her abduction, but for her, there was no glowy-eyed Bedouin Prince waiting for her, but some rich old bastard who would have his way with her, until he needed another toy to please him. And then, she would end up in an even worse condition.

»But what can I do? I am naked, bound and gagged, and my fate will be whatever Karl decides it to be!«

Silvana was about to scream with sheer fear and frustration, but that would only have awaken Karl, who would perhaps then just have groped her, now that he was awake anyway.

She looked around, at the desert around her, the mixture of sand, pebbles and an occasional bush. And according to what she had seen, there was sand for several miles in every direction.

»And yet, I won`t end up like this! Linda, if you are here, send me some sign!«

There was no answer from the stars, but now, Silvana decided to give it a try. It would most likely end with her getting punished by Karl, but she bit down on her gag with grim determination.

»He can`t risk diminishing my value – and so, what will be different to my current situation?«

Perhaps, she would also die, but Silvana had reached a point beyond simple fear. She crawled over the sand; worming her way away from the embers, but also from Karl. Every second, she expected to hear the man`s voice, or to simply feel his hand land on her exposed butt as she slowly crept on, inch by inch, foot by foot.

Her bare breasts rubbed over the sand, and she felt exhausted after just five yards, but she persisted and told herself:

»Just to that bush in front of me! And then, I will be out of sight! And then, we will see what comes next! Maybe Karl, maybe death – but maybe rescue!«

***