Bound to the Past 11

Omar was a strong man and not uncommon to duress, but the mixture of stress, loss of blood and overuse of painkillers took its toll. The simple task of getting up the stairs caused him to sweat, his limp had gotten worse and he was panting as if he had passed a marathon.

When he stumbled at the corridor, he also felt his stomach cramp and he had to pause until the pain ceased. Omar knew that he had to put some effort in his approach to help, but at the same time, he knew that he would be not the toughest nut to crack in his current condition.

There! He saw the door of apartment 3B, and he managed to sneak towards it and listen for sounds. The wood was thick, but nevertheless, there was some high-pitched humming. It could have been a woman in the throes of passion, trying to oppress her yells – or a gagged woman getting tortured.

He staggered back towards the opposite wall, tightened the grip on his pocketknife and focussed the door. Then, having taken a few deep breaths, he darted forward.

A few minutes before, Franziska and Dana had quenched their first thirst for each other, and though none of them wanted to leave the bed, they each put on a bathrobe and had a look for their captives. Since both of them had just encountered a few »firsts«, not only with each other, but in general, they were at the same time excited and exhausted, leaning on each other and feeling like tipsy. And yet, the sight of Marlene caught their eyes.

The helpless woman had fought to keep up the barrier against the multiple attacks on her self-control, but finally, it had been just too much, and so, she had concentrated on riding the buzzing knob between her legs, closing her eyes and grinding over it by thrusting her pelvis down on it. Still, the ribbons brushed over her soles and also touched her between her toes, but Marlene now was so aroused that the tingles radiating through her womb were rather ignited by the sparks shooting up her legs than she got distracted by the tickling.

Her ample breasts were heaving, she was glistering with sweat, and her breaths had turned to sighs and groans, occasionally changing into a staccato of gasps when the tickles got more intense. Soon, very soon, she would-

BLAM!

The outbreak of her orgasm was accompanied by a loud bang, unable to stop the tsunami, but nevertheless causing her to open her eyes. Through a veil of tears and sweat, and slightly blurred, she saw people dance in front of her, but it was too late. She screamed into her gag, pulled on her bonds, spasming from the outburst of lust, and watched what was going on as if she was on an LSD trip.

Whilst Franziska had watched bent slightly forward, her hand had reached behind her, searching for Dana who had grabbed her hand and led it to her breast. Whilst fascinatedly staring at Marlene`s growing arousal, Franziska had massaged Dana`s breast, involuntarily pushing her a bit backwards whilst Dana also wanted to watch what was happening to the bound and gagged woman in front of them.

So, when Omar hit the door, it hit the back of her head, not only throwing her to the carpet, but also knocking her out. Omar staggered inside, got entangled in Dana`s legs and also landed on the floor. The door swung back and fell shut again.

Marlene, still twitching a few times from the remnants of her climax, now watched with disbelief, and like in slow motion, how Omar tried to get to his feet. At the same time, Franziska, who had recovered from the shock, had darted towards her gun.

»Freeze!«

Omar had come to all fours, and in this rather undignified position, he stared at Franziska aiming at his head. He had lost his knife, and if he would try to attack, Franziska would shoot him first.

»How did you find us?«

Franziska was careful, but at the same time, she tried to figure out what was with Dana who was lying on her belly, not moving and half covered by Omar`s body. She had turned her back towards Marlene who almost touched Franziska`s hip with her knee.

To Marlene, Omar`s attack in the midst of her orgasm had had the effect of getting thrown into a bucket of ice, and she frantically thought of a way of helping him. By her constant pulling on the ropes, either from trying to avoid the tickling or by squirming from arousal, her leg ties had come loose, and Marlene felt she could free her right foot.

»Now, get off Dana! I better should-«

»Mhhrrrmm!«

With an outburst of all her remaining strength, Marlene kicked forward. Her ankle came loose, and her foot hit Franziska`s elbow. She let out a cry of surprise and dropped the gun. Cursing, she spun around and wanted to slap Marlene when she heard a metallic click.

Omar, who had enjoyed the sobering effect of looking into the muzzle of a gun, had grabbed the weapon and now was aiming at Franziska. The barrel was moving slightly, but at blank range, he would not miss.

»Marlene?«, he gasped, sounding a bit as if he had taken drugs.

»Mhhmm!«

She thought that he wanted to know whether she was okay, and so, she weakly nodded, slightly trembling from the mixture of relief, embarrassment and excitement rushing through her. Omar, however, sat up and continued, panting as he spoke:

»We must – secure her – before I can – free you!«

Marlene just stared at him. She was still tied and gagged, her right leg being free had saved the moment, but wouldn`t be of great help. Omar gritted his teeth and hissed from pain as he kept the weapon pointing at Franziska before whilst rummaging through his pocket. He then tossed a transparent bag to Franziska.

»Take it!«

The girl obeyed, looking down on a cloth packed inside the bag, swimming in some liquid. Marlene now recognized it as one of the narcotic packs, like the one they had used on Dana before. Did Omar want Franziska to chloroform herself?

Though Omar`s eyes seemed clear, his grin looked unnervingly insane, and he seemed to be chuckling about his own words:

»Marlene, your foot must be my right hand now!«

For a few seconds, both girls just stared at him, wondering whether he had completely lost his marbles. However, at the moment where Franziska started to shake her head, Marlene also understood.

»Uuhmmph! Nnggg!«

However, Omar now seemed to regain some of his strength. With a steady voice, he ordered Franziska to unpack the soaked cloth and drape it over Marlene`s moist lap. Then, she had to press her face against it, whilst Marlene bent her free leg, pushing against the back of her head with her foot.

»Now – we wait – until she sleeps!«

Marlene rolled her eyes, feeling how Franziska`s hair tickled her inner thighs, and how the other`s face moved in her womb. And suddenly, this gave her a feeling of power. Marlene had always condemned revenge as being a bad thing, but now, she gleefully increased the pressure on the back of Franziska`s head and thrust out her pelvis. Franziska moaned as her face was pressed harder against Marlene`s wet crotch, she wavered with her arms and tried to buck, but now, it was as if an aftershock of her climax was hitting Marlene, whilst Franziska more and more felt the effects of the narcotic. Finally, she collapsed, and sank to the floor.

»That was – great teamwork!«

»Mph!«

Omar limped over to her and kissed her gagged mouth, before considering where to start. He then at least took the still buzzing vibrator from between her legs, followed by untying her other leg, allowing her to find a more relaxing sitting position.

Pragmatically, Omar then used Marlene`s foot ties and the belts of the bathrobes he took from the two captives to tie them hand and foot and hogtie them. Meanwhile, Marlene had regained enough strength to sit straight and when Omar turned towards her, she pointed at the adjacent door with her chin. It was ajar, and he could see it contained the guest toilet.

»You know how to keep up the romantic!«

His injured leg didn`t allow him to carry her, but he aided Marlene in staggering over and sit down on the toilet seat. She blushed slightly, but since he was leaning against the wall, panting, she had to relieve her bladder under his eyes, accompanied by a deep long sigh. Omar chuckled, and though Marlene tried to feel angry or at least embarrassed, she just sat there, leaning against his chest, as he bent over her and worked on her gag.

He unwound the tape and vet wrap, surprised to find the ball gag underneath. As he worked on the buckle, he kissed her forehead once again.

»Without you, I`d be dead by now! Actually, you are the hero of the day!«

To Marlene, completely exhausted from the strains of the day, her relief and postcoital languor, this felt ridiculous, but his eyes told him he meant what he said. He plucked first her crumpled bra and then the completely sodden panties from her mouth and then barely allowed her to pant before he kissed her. Marlene finally managed to withdraw her mouth.

»The – the girls!«, she reminded him.

***

Rosalie and Sibel had learned about entire new dimensions of frustration. Sibel felt like as if she was about to do an exciting bungee jump, but didn`t dare to hop from the platform and had no one to give her a little push. There was the rope between her legs, constantly moving and with the knots rubbing over her most sensitive spots; there was the vibrator tied to her leg, adding a slight massage to the stimulation; and, last but not least, there was the close presence of Rosalie she was looking at. Rosalie who was literally riding her, whose overheated body she felt.

However, there were also the minor obstacles that kept her from getting over the brink: every few minutes, the feathers tied to Rosalie`s thumbs brushed over her sides, causing her to cringe and buck. It wasn`t just pity; under other circumstances, Sibel would have loved to tickle her friend a bit. But these attacks came at random, and thus, they didn`t add to their arousal, but blocked it. In addition, Rosalie was so focussed on keeping balance that she couldn`t let herself go either.

So, both girls stared at each other, glistering with sweat, their nipples hardened and their clits and labia swollen, but none of them could do the last step to ecstasy. Sibel asked herself whether Franziska had planned it that way, or if it was just a coincidence.

»Sibel, Rosalie, are you – oh!«

It was Marlene, clad in a bathrobe that was too small for her buxom forma and that clung to her sweat-clad body. Beside her stood Omar, also sweating profusely and showing a strained expression. However, as he saw the two girls, he chuckled.

»My job may have lots of extra hours, but it sure has its moments!«

Rosalie stared daggers at him, but at the same time, she was blushing deep red. And though she felt her cheeks burn, too, Sibel somehow loved to see the little crack in Rosalie`s tough armour.

A few minutes later, they were freed from the ropes and gags, and, aiding each other, they staggered into the bathroom. Here, they hugged, and Sibel felt an almost painful tingle as her hard nipples were touched by Rosalie`s breasts. Her loins also tingled, and then, After a fluttering breath from Rosalie, she breathed:

»In Turkey, we say ›çok azgınım‹!«

Kissing passionately, they stumbled into the shower, and then, they could finally enjoy the fire Franziska had stoked.

It didn`t take them long to finish, but since they took the opportunity to shower and wrap themselves in towels before leaving the bathroom, They were surprised by a new sight in the bedroom: both Franziska and Dana were lying side by side on the bed, on their bellies. Their wrists were tied to the upper bed posts, whilst their ankles were fixed to the lower, so their bodies were fully stretched. Both had transparent tape wrapped around the lower halves of their faces, and according to their muffled screams, their mouths were fully packed underneath.

Whilst Franziska was stark naked, Dana still sported her garters and stockings. Marlene was just adjusting the cameras, so they would film the entire bed, whilst Omar was sitting on a chair, panting and looking worried at his leg.

»Ah, there you are! Ready for some payback, girls?«

Marlene looked exhausted, too, and with her dishevelled hair and her sweaty body, she literally impersonated the word »postcoital«. And yet, something in her voice made Franziska and Dana mew.

»Come on, I could not think of a better use for my panties, since they need some washing anyway!«

Both captives cringed and Sibel could almost sense their disgust about the nature of their gags. Marlene may be a primary school teacher, but she definitely had a kinky side. Now, however, she looked down on herself and said:

»I need a shower, too! You have the time I will need!«

Marlene rushed into the bathroom, and Rosalie looked at Sibel. Then, she said in a drawling voice:

»Franzi and Dana have been very naughty! What do you think, have they deserved some old-fashioned punishment?«

»After all, the whole affair started with an old-fashioned story!«

They placed themselves at the sides of the bed and then, they spanked their captives` buttocks. Both were too exhausted to really hit them hard, but it was humiliating, and both girls wailed and screamed into their stifling gags. In addition, Marlene took her time in the shower, and as she left it, wrapped in a towel, too, she was greeted by two pairs of reddened buttocks.

»Too bad you`ll have to cut that part from the video! Otherwise, people might recognize you, too!«

Rosalie pondered. Then, a malicious smile appeared on her face.

»Speaking of the video – this arrangement needs a little improvement!«

She whispered something into Sibel`s ear, and the girl also giggled, though she was also a bit horrified about Rosalie`s perfidy. Nevertheless, she went into the bathroom and brought the toothpaste.

»Mhhrrrrrmmmm!«

Franziska groaned and writhed as Rosalie rubbed some toothpaste on her buttocks. The cream caused a slight burn that added to the still painful tingle from the spanking. Rosalie did the same to Dana who also tried to vocalize her discomfort. Then, she and Sibel turned both captives onto their sides, so their sore buttocks were pressed against each other.

»Now, you`d wish you`d not chosen extra minty!«, Rosalie mocked as she and Sibel tied a rope around both girls` bellies, forcing them to remain lying on their sides, with their buttocks grinding. Sibel found a long scarf and tied it to Dana`s rope belt before Rosalie threaded it through both their legs and pushed it through Franziska`s rope belt. She pulled the slack out, and again, both girls mewed and cringed. The crotch scarf wasn`t painful, but it forced their hurting buttocks even closer together, and now, the irritating massage to their soft flesh was added. They both writhed on the bed, though this had consequences on the scarf that tried to find a way inside them.

»Once we have freed Silvana, we will take care of you!«, Rosalie warbled. Marlene, who had looked after Omar, said:

»First of all, we have to get him to a hospital!«

The man had grown pale, and there was blood seeping from the bandage around his leg. The painkillers also made the blood flow quicker, which was counter-productive to wound healing. He was oppressing an ache, but it was clear that he needed medical help.

A few minutes later, all three girls had put on some clothes borrowed from Dana`s wardrobe, and Marlene and Sibel were escorting Omar to the elevator. Before she joined them, Rosalie returned into the bedroom and bent over Franziska, grabbing her hair so she had to look into her eyes.

»You know the deal, Franzi: one false word to anyone, and this video goes viral!«

Franziska grunted and glanced at her with a mixture of anger and fear. Suddenly, Rosalie`s expression softened, and she whispered:

»However, this is about what you did, not about what you are! So, whatever`s between Dana and you may remain private! I won`t tell anyone, nor will Sibel or one of the others, as long as you stay out of my way! Deal?«

Franziska nodded slightly, and when she left, she was sure she had seen something in her eyes she wouldn`t have thought Franziska was capable of: gratitude.

***

Linda heard the sound of a group of men as the horse slowed down. The trip had lasted for about an hour, but she felt exhausted already. The Bedouins had left her with her wrists tied to her crotch rope, and gagged like Melanie had done it to her; they had simply tied her ankles, rolled her into a carpet and then loaded her on a horse.

Melanie! Had they taken her, too? The last thing she had seen had been the two nets landing on her, followed by the men attacking her. Linda knew that Melanie was tough, but even she wasn`t supernatural. According to her, she had once again jumped out of the fire and into the frying pan.

The rope tied around the carpet was loosened, and then, Linda was rolled onto the sand. Before she could look around much, a rough, though not brutal hand grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to kneel and sit on her heels. She heard a grunt, and when she looked, she saw that Melanie was placed beside her. She also had a scarf tied over her mouth and nose, and they seemed to have used enough rope on her to tie up three women. Nevertheless, her expression was still calm and she sat upright, despite the ropes cutting into her flesh.

Now, two men stepped in front of them: both looked young and they seemed to be of a higher rank, as their belts were ornated with silver coins, and each had a modern revolver. When Linda looked at them, she noticed a family resemblance between the two.

»Salam aleikum!«, the elder one said and bowed towards them. Melanie grunted, and he showed some white teeth as he grinned.

»I think you wanted to say ›Aleikumu salam‹!«

Then, he introduced himself as Ali Abu Drah, whilst the younger one was Kerim Abu Drah, his brother. Both spoke a considerably good English, and they told them that they had not been able to resist when they had seen such beauty unattended.

»That is, as the British may confirm to you, we are also not frightened if something we want is well attended!«

He obviously repeated this sentence in Arabic, for his men cheered at him. Ali let his eyes wander over Linda, and he seemed not only impressed by her beauty.

»You don`t seem very frightened, beautiful Lady!«

Linda sighed. She was frightened, but on the other hand, she had been kidnapped so often during the last year that it had become almost a routine to be naked, bound and gagged in the presence of men. Ali stepped forward and cupped her chin. He forced her to look at him, but the gesture was gentle.

»You were gagged already when we found you. Did she do that to you?«

He looked at Melanie who nodded defiantly. This caused Kerim to step towards her.

»So, we already share one thing! We love the sight of beautiful women tightly trussed up!«

He let his eyes wander over Melanie`s forms, and the girl made no attempt to shy away. Instead, when he bent forward, she pushed up her body and hit his forehead with her own. Kerim staggered back, and Linda shivered. Now, this man would show a wolfish grin and say something about »breaking horses«. However, when he looked up, his smile looked rather amused.

»You also have a good eye for a gap in an enemy`s cover! I would love to see how you can handle a sword!«

To Linda`s surprise, Kerim now began to cut Melanie`s bonds. Ali meanwhile said towards her:

»My younger brother has the weird idea that his future wife should be as good a warrior as him! I, however, am more a man of – traditional values!«

He brushed over Linda`s cheek, and somehow, she didn`t feel the urge to shy back. Ali had kidnapped her, but he didn`t look as if he would go too far, despite her being helpless.

Kerim had now freed Melanie from her bonds and whilst she was undoing her gag, he said:

»Will you do me the honour of doing a training fight with me? However, I will insist on wooden swords. Not because I am afraid, but I don`t want to cut your porcelain skin!«

Melanie had now removed the scarf tied between her lips and worked a black mass from her mouth. Linda could see it was a pair of knickers. She licked her lips and then asked:

»If you only care about my skin, then, perhaps only you should play with a stick whilst I get a real sword!«

Kerim said nothing, but he now undressed to his loin cloth.

»My skin may be rougher than yours, but now, we are even!«

Shrugging, Melanie stepped into her knickers and then took some of the water Kerim offered her. One of the men brought two wooden swords, and both positioned themselves opposite to each other.

»Now, that could be interesting!«

Ali freed Linda`s ankles and led her under a tree where he made her sit cuddled against him, so he could caress her naked body whilst they watched the ensuing battle. 

Maybe, the men had expected Kerim to play with the woman; Linda had maybe expected Melanie to wipe the hubris from the man`s face. However, none of that happened, for Melanie showed great skill, but Kerim also didn`t make the mistake of underestimating her. So, what had started as a careful scanning more and more developed into a high class sword fight, and even though there was no risk that one got killed, Linda nevertheless gasped on every attack and Ali was also too fascinated to grope her much.

It ended with a draw, as both Melanie and Kerim decided that they were too exhausted to keep up a good fight. As they shook hands, both tried to use the opportunity to send the other to the ground, and so, both landed on the sand, entangled to each other. Linda could hear them both giggle, and then, she heard Ali whisper into her ear:

»I hope that I will take a more traditional way when I try to seduce you!«

***

The dream ended when Ali had cradled Linda in his arms and carried her towards his tent. Silvana blinked, almost expecting to still be held by the strong man, her legs flailing a bit. Again, she had been Linda in her dream, and again, she found it hard to get back to reality.

In this reality, she was still bound and gagged, lying under the rock to hide from the burning sun. Now, however, it looked as if the sun was about to set, as the shadows had grown longer. Silvana felt thirsty now, and she knew that she would have to try to get to the oasis and somehow get rid of her gag, so she could drink some water.

For a moment, she thought that her thirst was taking its toll, for she heard a distant roar. Then, however, Silvana realized it was the sound of a plane. A small plane, and it was flying right above!

»Mmhhmph! Uuhhmmm!«

She squirmed from under the rock, trying to see the plane. There! A red and white Cessna was just flying over the hill, obviously having a look at the oasis. She hopped a few steps, but then, the girl staggered, and she felt that she would hardly get back to her feet again.

»No! They must see me! I am here!«

Silvana once again screamed through her gag, but now, she saw the plane appear again, flying over her; obviously, its pilot hadn`t seen her.

»Mmhrrrmmmmmm!«

She managed to sit up, when suddenly, the plane did a wide circle, and then, the girl found a few tears of relief left, despite her dehydration: the plane landed on the sand, not too far away from her.

»Silvie? Silvie!«

»Mhhmmm!«

Slightly blurred, she saw a female figure run towards her, followed by another: it was Sibel! She threw herself upon her, hugging her and crying, too.

»Oh my God, Silvie, I was right, are you okay?«

»Mph!«

Impatient hands ripped on her gag, but finally, the panties were pulled from her mouth, and then, some water was instilled into her by the other woman. She seemed to be eager that Silvana was taken to the plane.

»A few miles from here, we spotted someone on a camel who has a rifle! I think it is Karl, and we should better be gone before he recognizes why we have landed!«

Together, they carried the still naked Silvana to the plane and helped her inside whilst the pilot looked with eyes like saucers. Rosalie grinned.

»Better look for the rider! He may not be too kindly!«

The plane took off, and indeed, they could see Karl at the top of the hill. They were too far away before he had his rifle ready. Rosalie showed her middle finger to the man who would now have to make a living on the run without the expected money. She would have preferred to see him behind bars, but at least, he hadn`t inflicted serious damage.

Silvana now had recovered enough to look around.

»W-Where`s Marlene?«

Sibel had found a blanket and draped it over her.

»She`s at the hospital, with Omar!«

Silvana wanted to know who this Omar was, and why he was at the hospital, but now, Sibel held something to her: it was the belly piercing. Linda`s belly piercing.

»We were about to get back when we didn`t see you at the oasis, but then, I saw a reflexion in the sand! This thing saved your life!«

A smile appeared on Silvana`s lips.

»Thank you, Linda!«, she breathed before she fainted.

***

Three days later, they approached the airport of Cairo. Omar still needed the help of a stick, but he had been allowed to leave the hospital the day before. In fact, he had recovered enough that he and Marlene had been able to enjoy the pleasures of the bed for one last time.

When Omar had been in hospital, they had talked and decided that they would not start a relationship, simply because none of them wanted to live in the other`s home country. Somehow, Marlene felt that Omar was glad he was off the hook. However, he had at least compensated her a bit for all the lonely months after she and Thomas had split.

Sibel and Rosalie were still happy together, though here, some decisions would have to be made, too. Rosalie was meant to play an important role in the family`s business, and so, she was expected to study. In fact, she had already enlisted at Cambridge and would start her studies in autumn.

Now, her plan was that Sibel should start studying there, too, so they could be together. Money would not be the problem, but of course, it would mean that Sibel and Silvana wouldn`t see too often, for the blonde did not want to come with them, only to be the fifth wheel on the cart.

»Cambridge isn`t the end of the world! We can meet in our holidays, and there is still Skype! I just would have thought that you wouldn`t end up as a trophy wife before you were 23!«

Sibel playfully attacked Silvana, but Rosalie insisted on kissing her trophy wife and enclosed her in her arms. Silvana sighed.

»I am just sorry for SiSiCrime! I don`t think it will work over a long distance!«

Marlene put an arm around her shoulder.

»Well, it doesn`t have to be over completely! I mean, I am twice your age, and I am sure lacking computer skills, but-«

Silvana hugged her, and Marlene smiled. True crime was dangerous, but also quite intriguing! She whispered into Silvana`s ear:

»You wouldn`t even have to change the name – my second name`s Sieglinde!«

Silvana chuckled.

»Sieglinde? Really?«

Marlene nodded.

»A secret I share with very few people!«

They had reached the gate, and now, Marlene and Silvana said Goodbye to Rosalie, so she would have some time with Sibel before they left. Of course, Sibel would come back to Germany to tell her parents about the breaking news, and so, the two would have to spend a few weeks separated from each other before they could start their life as students at Cambridge.

»She will cry me a river!«, Silvana thought with compassion as she slightly brushed over her belly. Soon, at the metal detector, she would have to bare her tummy to the Officer, for she was wearing the Sapphire in her belly button. Perhaps, her dream of Linda and Melanie had just been a feverish dream, but the jewel had saved her life. Somehow, though she had held it in her hand, it had landed on the sand and reflected just enough light to alert Sibel in the plane!

»Let`s see if it will protect me in the future!«

Silvana saw how Sibel and Rosalie, watched by a disapproving woman in a burqa, exchanged a last passionate kiss. So much had happened during the last few days! It had been  terrifying, threatening – but also very exciting!

»Let`s see if I need a talisman in the near future!«

The End