Bound to the Past 10

»At least, I can work whilst sitting!«

Omar had finished putting the new tire on the car, hoping that in his weakened state, he had pulled the screws tight enough. He lowered the car down; at least, on the sand, it looked as if it was stable. Then, he looked after his calf.

The bandage was bloody, so, he got himself another bucket of water and once more cleaned the wound. At least, the bullet wasn`t somewhere inside his leg, but had passed through it. It could get gangrenous, but he would get to a hospital and have antibiotics once – once what? He had no idea where the girls were, he had no weapon except for a knife, and he had a wounded leg, so, he was not half as dangerous as he wished to be.

»I could threaten them with my smartphone, as long as the battery`s running!«, he chuckled. Omar had taken the painkillers from the first aid kit and poured them down with a pissing warm coke he had found in the hut. Together with the beer, this made him feel slightly euphoric. Then, however, he looked at his smartphone and slowly, his brain cells began to work again.

If he called Ahmed, his former comrade would of course know what was going on, but he was looking for something else: he had become Rosalie`s bodyguard and right hand two years ago, a time when the then 16 years old girl had started to go out and to enjoy her birthday present, her car. After he had had to get her home after she had driven it into a ditch for the second time, Omar had done something Rosalie wouldn`t have appreciated, so he hadn`t told her: he had chipped her car and installed an app, so he could track where she was and get there if necessary.

Over the months, as Rosalie had become more reasonable, he had almost forgotten about it, but now, he could use the app to find the car. He entered the BMW, turning on the air condition, not only to cope with the heat, but also to drown the sound of the wheels that sounded as if the screws were a bit loose.

»Wounded warrior to the rescue!«, he thought as he slowly drove towards the main road, following the signal on his display.

***

»Come on, you are going viral!«

Rosalie and Sibel stood side by side, guarded by Franziska. Both had been freed from their bonds, but were still gagged thoroughly. Dana had removed the belts, scarves and also taken the panties from their heads. Then, she had used both hands to cram the pair of Rosalie into Sibel`s mouth, too, bulging her cheeks and stuffing her mouth to the bursting before sealing her lips with a few rounds of a transparent, yet very strong tape. The same was done to Rosalie then, who now also was coping with both one of Marlene`s and one of Sibel`s used panties stuffing her mouth to capacity. Again, the transparent tape came to use.

»Otherwise, people wouldn`t recognize you on the video«, Franziska explained the change of gags, smiling as the two captives mewed at the idea of not only to be filmed in the nude, but also to be published worldwide.

Now, Sibel had to climb upon the French bed where Dana tied her wrists to the upper bed posts, forcing her to stretch her arms wide. The girl blushed when she did the same to her ankles, so she had to spread her legs wide. Dana patted the camera installed at the foot end of the bed.

»Now, I can film up to your uterus!«

Sibel mewed from sheer embarrassment, but got distracted as Rosalie now had to climb upon the bed, too. She had to fold her arms behind her head, so Dana could cross her wrists at her nape, tie them and then knot the rope around her neck. Like that, Rosalie had to sit down on Sibel`s lap, so she was looking down on her.

Working together, Franziska and Dana now folded Rosalie`s legs around Sibel`s thighs and then tied her ankles off to Sibel`s knees. Then, the two tickled Rosalie`s exposed soles, with Dana just letting the tips of her fingers dance over them, whilst Franziska decided to feel for the sensitive gaps between her toes with her little finger.

Sibel watched with horrified fascination as Rosalie now did a spasmic lap dance on her, trying not to squeal. her labia brushed over Sibel`s pubic mound, and despite their predicament, she considered this also a  bit intriguing.

»We better stop, Sibel might not like it if she has to pee!«

Now, even Rosalie was blushing. Franziska now brought a very long rope and doubled it. It was thin, and Sibel cringed and sharply sucked in air as it was slung around her waist, exactly at the point where her skin was still sore from the tight belt.

»The game is called ›Sexy Rodeo‹, but since it is your first time, you will get safety belts!«, Franziska giggled as she pulled the slack out.

She threaded the ends through the eyelet and made a tight noose around Sibel`s waist before pushing the knot under her. Then, gleefully touching both girls` intimate parts in the progress, she brought the ropes to the front, through the gap between Sibel`s and Rosalie`s pubic area. Then, she pushed it through the waist rope and pulled the slack out. Sibel groaned and wriggled as she felt the rope try to find a way between her buttocks and press against her soft flesh, though Franziska hadn`t pulled too hard.

She now climbed on the bed and knelt at Rosalie`s side, still holding the ropes. Dana went to the other side and took one of the ropes, and then, they playfully loosened and tightened them, forcing Sibel to move her pelvis up and down, rocking Rosalie back and forth in the progress.

»Come on, it`s a rodeo, show some effort!«, Franziska reprimanded Rosalie and they now teased her flanks with the rope ends. Again, the girl helplessly cringed and twitched, fuming through her gag and gasping. Then, Dana seemed to have a new idea: the ropes were withdrawn, but only to allow her to tie a few knots in them. Then, she threaded it back through between Sibel`s legs. Now, she could feel a thick knot at her cleft, whilst two more were teasing her clit as the rope was now threaded through Rosalie`s neck rope, brought over her shoulders and then knotted off. First, this rope seemed rather loose, too, but their tormentors weren`t finished.

Dana tied another knot above Rosalie`s butt; then, she pushed the ends between the girl`s legs where Franziska took them. She then looked at the part of the rope that went from Sibel`s waist to Rosalie`s throat in a steep angle. There was another knot in it, and Franziska now threaded the ends through the long mesh before pushing them back under Rosalie`s body where Dana once again grabbed them.

As Dana pulled now, the ropes were pulled closer to Rosalie`s front, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her pelvis as she was pulled against Sibel whilst her shoulders were forced backwards. Sibel felt the rope between her legs tighten, too, and she knew that now, Rosalie`s clit and labia were also rubbing and grinding against the rough hemp.

»Now, it will be an interesting rodeo!«

Both Dana and Franziska climbed from the bed, and even that little movement made Rosalie shake and rock, causing her to get chaffed by her crotch rope, and pulling on Sibel`s in the progress, too. They managed to sit still, but both girls knew that once they would tickle Rosalie again, the ride would continue.

Now, however, Dana was installing two more cameras, one pointing at Rosalie`s face and upper body whilst the other was filming Sibel.

»I hope I won`t ruin everything when I cut this! Anyway, the most important thing is that people will recognize you!«

Meanwhile, Franziska was rummaging behind Rosalie`s back. Sibel couldn`t see her, but then, as Dana had finished with the cameras, she could hear a faint buzzing.

»Oh no! It`s another vibrator!«

»Mmhhmph! Nnnnggg!«

»Mph! Uuhmmph!«, Rosalie agreed, but Franziska pushed the buzzing wand between Sibel`s splayed thighs, until it touched her labia, before tying it off to her leg. It was irritating – yet. Sooner or later, the irritation would force Sibel to move, and then, the rodeo would begin.

»Too bad we haven`t got a second fan!«, Franziska sighed. Dana, however, had still one mean idea left up her sleeve: she produced two long peacock feathers and with two zip ties, she fixed them to Rosalie`s thumbs. Now, if she moved her hands the wrong way, or a draught caught the feathers, they brushed over her flanks, causing her to twitch and rock upon Sibel`s lap. Franziska slung her arms around Dana from behind. So far, she had never been that familiar with her assistant, but she only felt Dana caress her hands.

»Now, I will have to sleep on the couch!«

There was a subtext in Dana`s words that made Franziska, who had visited the apartment several times before, ask:

»Don`t you also have a nice guest room?«

»Right!«

Gently, she removed Franziska`s hands and walked onto the corridor, opening the door of said guest room. It was neat, but small, containing only one bed.

»I would of course have offered it to you!«

Franziska listened to the open door of the living room, where she could hear a deep groan from Marlene, changing into a panting as the ribbons once again tickled her soles.

»There won`t be much quietness if you are sleeping on the couch!«

Then, hoping she was interpreting Dana`s look right, she began to pluck on the borrowed blouse clinging to her skin.

»Phew, I need a shower! Your ideas with our – guests were really quite hot!«

Dana looked at her, and Franziska felt a tingle in her body as she noticed her assistant was looking at her breasts.

»Hot? It rather looks like you are feeling a bit cold!«

She playfully poked Franziska´s erect nipples, causing her to gasp. Then, she breathed:

»How dare you doing that to your boss, Dana? What if I did the same?«

Her hand cupped Dana`s breast, and the other woman sighed and thrust forward her chest. They looked at each other, their lips moist and their cheeks reddened. One of them let out a fluttering breath, and then, desired from both as long as they had both denied their feelings, their lips met and they sank down on the guest room bed.

***

»If you show up now, I will punish you less severely!«

Silvana could hear Karl`s voice clearly, though he wasn`t yelling. It indicated that he wasn`t that far away, though she couldn`t see him, for she was cowering behind a rock.

She had crawled for some 20 yards when she had realized that she wouldn`t get far that way. So, she had forced herself to pause and to try to work on her bonds. With her wrists tied to the opposite elbows, Silvana couldn`t free her hands, but at least, she managed to loosen the rope hogtying her. Her ankles were still bound, but now, she could hop.

Still, progress was slow, but she now could at least get some more yards between herself and the oasis before the inevitable would happen: sooner or later, Karl would wake up, look after her and see that she had gone.

The oasis was located in the middle of a valley, and though getting up the hill further slowed the girl down, Silvana also saw the advantage that if she staggered, she could fall to her side; in addition, she could also sit down and push herself forward with her feet. This was strenuous, too, but it was a bit better than hopping.

Nevertheless, she had the feeling that the top of the hill wasn`t getting closer, and she had to make more and more pauses between shorter and shorter distances. There was nothing, no bush or a sharp rock, that would have allowed her to saw through her bonds or to get rid of her stifling gag.

Karl had finally woken up, and it seemed that he was rather amused by her escape attempt, though she knew that he would punish her. However, Silvana didn`t fear some spanking; once he had her in his clutches, he would take care that she would never try such a thing again. And then, she would be brought to his ominous »customers«.

She had managed to get to a nearby rock and to cower behind it before Karl had started to let the light of his torch wander over the hills. For the moment, he couldn`t see her, but she knew that he just had to wait; either for her to make a sound, or for the morning, when he would easily spot her.

The rock was rounded from the sand, smooth and some two yards in diameter. Silvana could even remember having seen it when they had approached the oasis. It was close to the ridge, just some ten yards.

»If only I could get there! Then, I could at least try to get a few more yards between him and me!«

»Mhrrrmm!«

The sound wasn`t very loud, but it sounded almost like the muffled scream of a gagged woman. It came from the other side of the valley, and Silvana saw Karl`s light wander to that direction.

It was now or never! She got up and then, she hopped towards the ridge, ignoring the pain in her lungs and her aching legs. Each second, she expected to be caught by the light, or to hear Karl`s triumphant voice.

She jumped forward, throwing her upper body towards the sandy hill in front of her. Her landing was soft, but the impetus made her roll over. Silvana came to her feet, staggered again, and then, she was suddenly rolling down a steep hill, unable to stop herself. A scream was fighting itself up her lungs, but then, something hit her head, and after a white flash, everything went black.

***

Riding the bullet. Marlene had always considered this saying a bit weird, but now, it appeared in her mind as she looked down on herself and saw the protruding head of the vibrator she was forced to sit upon. She felt its vibrations, more pulsating than just buzzing, tingle through her soft flesh, and she knew that if she rocked her hips the little her bonds allowed, it would also touch her clit.

In fact, she had already experienced it; not out of arousal or curiosity, but when the ribbons had brushed over her soles, she had been unable to prevent herself from writhing, and her middle had throbbed over the buzzing knob. She was angry, even hated her body for betraying her. The air, whirled by the fan, always indicated when the ventilator would do its next turn, and so, she had a second or two to prepare. However, though she had balled her fists and bitten down on her stifling gag that her jaws had hurt, it had only prolonged her next outburst for mere seconds. When the bands touched her soles, or, even worse, got entangled between her toes, Marlene turned into a squealing and twitching victim of her reflexes, unable to keep herself under control.

The fan did its turns slow, so Marlene could catch breath between two tickle attacks, but that came at a cost, too. Her exhaustion, and the end of the assault, made her inevitably loosen her tension, and she sank down on the vibrator, pressing on it with more of her weight. She was now so covered with sweat that she slid over it, and in comparison to the tickling, the tender massage felt – better. much better.

When she had felt the first tingles stray through her loins, Marlene had tried to force herself to fight it, but then, another voice had spoken inside her head; so to say, even her ratio was now working against her.

The damage was already done, so to say: if the camera would stop filming right now, the video would already show her in full frontal nudity, the gag not covering enough of her face that she could have pretended it was someone else. If Franziska and Dana would publish it, together with some personal information, it would be found, sooner or later, by a colleague, a neighbour, or even the parents of her pupils. Someone would google her name, for some harmless reason, and then see Marlene Gutermann in the nude, moaning, writhing and juggling her ample, thrust out boobs.

In other words, things could not get worse if she answered to the Siren`s singing of the buzzing toy.

»It is – wrong!«, Marlene thought weakly, but at the same time, she began to rock her hips, shuddering when the vibrator rubbed over her swollen clit.

***

 Omar realized that the tracking device didn`t lead him to Franziska`s home, or to her office, but to a building in the outskirts of Cairo that looked as if it contained luxury apartments. So, either Franziska had another place he didn`t know about, or it was Dana`s apartment.

Anyway, his problem was to get inside. Sure, there would be a camera at the door, and in addition, he couldn`t just ring and ask via the intercom whether Franziska would give up.

He checked his appearance. From the waist up, he looked almost representable, but one look at his cut and bloody jeans and his bandaged leg would tell any passer-by he wasn`t just an inhabitant who had lost his key.

He parked the BMW and sneaked towards the entrance to the parking garage. It was locked by an automatic grid, but by looking inside, he could at least see Rosalie`s car parked inside. So, she was indeed somewhere inside this building.

At the wall of the parking spot, Omar could read a number, 3b, and he guessed that this was the number of the apartment the spot belonged to. Then, he heard voices.

Omar ducked behind a dustbin and could see two men approach a car and get inside. Then, the engine was started, and a few seconds later, he could hear the screeching sound of the grid door moving upwards.

The dustbin was more like a container, standing on wheels. Gritting his teeth, he stepped on his injured leg, so he could kick down on the break with all his power. The dustbin moved slightly, and Omar, feeling the pain in his leg, pushed it forward as he heard the car drive up the ramp.

The driver honked and stepped on the break and so, he avoided to ram the container, but it had not been Omar`s goal to damage the car. However, the incident distracted the men inside the car who of course now looked at the container in front of them, not behind where he was half limping, half hopping towards the door and slipped inside before the grid closed again.

His calf told him by hurting like mad what it thought of this stunt, and Omar, though a trained and athletic man, had to cower behind the wall and catch breath before he could consider his next step.

He still had no weapon and was handicapped, but now, he was inside the building and knew which apartment he had to go.

***

Either by accident or on purpose, Sibel`s head had been placed upon the pillow, allowing her to even better look up at Rosalie sitting astride of her. So far, she had managed to lie still, but she knew that it would become harder by the second. Not because of her position, for she was lying spreadeagled and could hardly move anyway, but she could feel the vibrator relentlessly massage her middle, and this caused the crotch rope to slightly vibrate, too.

»And even if I persist, Rosalie won`t be able to do so forever!«

Her friend, forced into an uncomfortable arch by the rope running over her shoulders and between her legs, had to balance not to topple forward or backwards, and in addition, she was trying not to move her thumbs, for then, the peacock feathers would touch her ticklish sides. Now, the feathers were pointing in a 45 degree angle to the floor, but Sibel could see that they trembled, as Rosalie`s thumbs were hurting already.

»And then, the games will begin!«

She all too well remembered how Rosalie had squirmed as the two mean women had tickled her, grinding over her pubic mound and pulling on their combined crotch ropes. It hadn`t hurt, but it had been – irritating! Very, very irritating.

And yet, Sibel couldn`t help looking at Rosalie. She had a slender, yet athletic body, her pert breasts stood out nice, and if she had been able to do so, Sibel would have licked her lips at the sight of the nude body, glistering with sweat.

She noticed that Rosalie looked at her, too, and Sibel nodded slightly, trying to signal Rosalie that despite their predicament, she loved to be together with her.

»As long as we are together, it can`t be that worse!«

She saw a drop of sweat run down Rosalie`s throat, and as it found it`s way between her breasts, Sibel could see that, as if the drop was watering them, her nipples grew hard. Rosalie panted, and Sibel suddenly understood: Rosalie wasn`t reacting to the rope between her legs, but to her presence. This caused a tingle in her loins, blissful, and she shifted her hips.

»Uuuhhmmmm!«

»Ghmph!«

The knots at her clit now moved back and forth, massaging her most sensitive spot, and she let out a sigh when she felt the rope slide deeper inside her, between her moist labia. The next second, Rosalie squealed through her gag and bucked, as she had also concentrated on her and Sibel`s growing arousal, and now, the feathers brushed over her flanks. She twitched and wriggled, trying to stop the attack, and Sibel now found the attack much less intriguing, and she tried to cope with being literally ridden by Rosalie.

After some time, exhaustion stopped Rosalie, and she was able to weakly raise the feathers again. Sibel also was panting and covered with sweat, but as she felt the vibrations between her legs, she knew that this had only been the first round of many in this perfidious rodeo.

***

Linda was still tied inside the barque when Melanie, who was feeding her with coffee and fruits, suddenly cringed her nose.

»You need a bath!«

She was right, as Linda had been tied and gagged for days, inside the sweaty cabin. In addition, Melanie had had her way with her, which had caused other juices to flow. Still, Linda wasn`t sure whether she was the victim of an abduction, or if this was a strange, but very exciting honeymoon. 

»All sweaty, I would risk gout if I licked it from your body!«

Melanie concentrated on her neck with her kisses, whilst her hand held the pair of knickers that she used to gag Linda with. These, she rubbed over her pubic mound, causing a scratching sound.

»You could also need a fresh shave, or I will hurt my sensitive skin!«

Linda sighed, and the memories of what Melanie implied made her want it again. Melanie, however, balled up the panties and slowly shoved them back into her mouth.

»Gllgg!«

»As I said, someone`s needing a bath!«

Melanie secured the gag with a scarf tied between Linda`s lips; then, she unbuckled the belts holding her to her seat, only to tie her wrists with another scarf. A third one, she slung around Linda`s waist, threaded it between her leg and then secured her bound wrists to it. Then, she prepared two more scarves before she packed a basket in front of Linda`s eyes, who followed the procedure with slight fear and considerable anticipation.

Melanie packed some soap, a rough natural sponge and a brush, followed by a razor and some shaving soap. Linda`s loins tingled by the mere thought of getting shaved by Melanie.

To her surprise, Melanie then blindfolded her and tied the last scarf around her neck, using it like a leash as she led her victim up on deck and over a plank. Linda could feel some hot sand under her feet, and then, she was led some 200 yards until Melanie stopped and removed her blindfold.

»Now, what do you say?«

»Mhhmph!«

»That`s all you have to say? A little more enthusiasm, Sweet Cheeks!«

She not so gently slapped Linda`s buttocks. Indeed, the little pond looked beautiful, with some bushes around it, and the water also seemingly cool and clean. Linda wasn`t a good swimmer, but she didn`t protest as Melanie led her inside after she had taken her clothes off and draped them at the shore.

»To be honest, I need some refreshment, too!«

She stood at the pond`s shore, arching her body and obviously wanting Linda to admire her. Perhaps it was the cool water that went up to her thighs, but Linda felt her nipples grow hard.

WHHISHH!

The sound made Linda twitch, and Melanie spun around, but it was too late. The net landed upon her, and before she could even think of fighting herself free, a second net was thrown over her.

Now, three or four men threw themselves upon Melanie, and Linda just stared as two more men stepped to the shore, looking at her. They grinned, and none of them drew his weapon, but as they approached her, Linda knew they hadn`t come to free her.

»Mhhmm?«

Silvana opened her eyes, less surprised to find herself still bound and gagged than by the fact that she was lying on some sandy ground instead of still standing inside the pond. She blinked, seeing a gleaming light, together with some shadows surrounding her. Her head was still aching a bit, but then, she more and more realized where she was.

She was lying under some rock, where a few bushes at the edges had formed some kind of natural shelter. Silvana squirmed forward, towards the light, and once her head was out of the shadow, the sun hit her with almost physical impact.

»How long had I passed out?«

She had no idea when she had tried to escape, or when she had fallen down the hill, but now, it was definitely bright day!

Silvana withdrew her head to the shadow, when she spotted something right in front of her: there were footsteps, right in front of her: someone must have passed the rock whilst she had passed out. Before she could feel horrified about a rescuer being so close, Silvana thought twice.

»It must have been Karl! He has searched for me, but he hasn`t found me!«

So, her unconsciousness had even saved her, for if she had been awake, she would perhaps have whimpered when the man would have been just one yard away from her.

Again, she worked herself out of the shelter, looking around whilst still sitting down. It looked like she was on the foot of a hill that looked like dozens of others around her, and the glimpse of hope began to shatter: maybe, Karl had lost her track, and maybe, he had even given up the search, but she was still in the desert, naked, bound and gagged.

The sun burned down on her, and Silvana crawled back under the rock again.

»I can`t get our right now! If I hop around in the sun, I will collapse within half an hour! And then, I won`t wake up again in this life!«

Still, she could feel the memory of the dream. It had all been so vivid! She had not seen Linda, she had been her! How Melanie had caressed her, and then, how she had felt as the men had attacked.

»I wonder what has happened after that! Did they kidnap her and Melanie? And then, did she become the wife of some Bedouin?«

However, the strong connection with her ancestor didn`t help her, for the only thing they had in common was that they were both naked, bound and gagged. But in her case, there was no Bedouin, no Melanie, not even a pond, just sun and sand.

»If someone finds my bones in 100 years, he will wonder why there are the remnants of a pair of panties inside my skull!«

She felt a hysterical laughter come up her throat, and she bit down hard on her gag. She could not allow herself to panic, not even to sob. Still, she was alive, and she was more or less the Mistress of her senses. So, she would wait until it got colder, then, she would get out of her shelter and see if she could find something sharp to free herself.

»And then, I will walk back to the oasis! Maybe, Karl is still there, and then, I will be punished, before I will end up in some harem! But I won`t die under this damn rock!«

Silvana changed her position, when suddenly something poked her toe. She twitched, and for a few terrible seconds, she thought that it had been a scorpion or a spider. However, the touch hadn`t been really painful, and when she carefully felt with her toes, she touched something small and hard.

»Mmhhmm?«

She grabbed the thing with her toes and squirmed to get it into the light. When she had placed it right where the shadow ended, she shifted her position again, so she could look at the thing. It was glistering in the sun, and had the size of a coin.

»A bottle cap, maybe!«

However, as her eyes got adjusted to the glistering, Silvana could see it was a blue gem stone, framed by what looked like ornaments of gold, or maybe platinum. The jewel sparkled, and Silvana thought it could be a real Sapphire.

»A button of a rich person`s dress?«

Curiosity took over, and Silvana turned the gem around with her nose. When she saw what it was, she would have smiled under other circumstances:

Two years ago, Silvana had been obsessed with getting a belly piercing, and with the help of Aunt Pauline, she had finally persuaded her parents to allow it. In the end, she had only worn it for a few weeks before she had decided it wasn`t her thing, but Silvana could recognize the gem for what it was: a belly piercing, maybe worth a small fortune, that somehow had ended up under this rock.

»Maybe, I can give it to Karl, in exchange for him bringing me back to Cairo!«

She snorted, but then, she could not take her eyes from the jewel. She squirmed and twisted until she could pick it up with her right hand. Once it was inside her palm, Silvana felt a strange tingle. It only lasted for a few seconds, but within these, she saw a pretty blonde woman in front of her eyes, her belly button adorned with the Sapphire, and she was smiling at her, before she vanished.

»Linda!«

The epiphany had lasted long enough for her to recognize Linda, though she had so far only seen her in black and white. This belly piercing had once belonged to her ancestor!

Silvana tightened her grip around the jewel. Of course, it wouldn`t help her, for it had no sharp edges, but somehow, she felt a bit comforted.

»Linda didn`t end up in this fucking desert – and neither will I!«, she swore to herself as she held the belly piercing like a talisman with magical powers.

***