Blonde Needles in a Giant Haystack 8

Ben mentioning »sleeping arrangements« had sent a shiver down each captive’s spine, even though the three white girls had already spent a night in the clutches of these men, and so far, they had not crossed every line.

»We haven’t reached the desert yet, but you may have noticed that despite us being in the sub-tropics, the nights can get quite chilly! Anyway, we don’t want you to freeze, and so, we will take a few precautions!«

They had to line up, and one by one, they got the cuffs from their ankles removed and tied around their wrists, behind their backs. A doubled rope was then slung around each girl’s waist, the end put over the handcuff’s chain, between her legs and tied off to the waist rope, below the navel. It was snug, but not too tight, and also above the pantyhose they were wearing. Nevertheless, the crotch ropes felt dissuasive, especially to Dalanda who had never before experienced a rope there.

Next, they got their mouths sealed with a strip of tape each, and then, they had to kneel, so Sid and Cory could tie their ankles and connect them to their cuffed wrists. The captives wondered whether they were expected to remain kneeling for the entire night when the men prepared four makeshift beds, consisting of a thin rollable mattress and a blanket.

»Now, there’s four beds for the four of you and the four of us! However, if you don’t want to share the bed with one of us, you might consider the alternative!«

He waved his index finger, as if he was doing a silent nursery rhyme, and pointed at Inga who glanced at him.

»My dear Swedish Amazone, am I right that you don’t want to be the bed-companion of any of us and thus are open for the alternative?«

Inga hesitated. She had no idea what the ominous alternative was, just that it sure would not mean just being left alone. However, she definitely didn’t want to be groped by any of the men and so, she nodded. Ben didn’t deem surprised, and again, his finger waved from one head to the other, until he pointed at Babette. He gave a whispered order to Marco who drew his knife, enjoying the scared look on the girls’ faces before he cut two lengths of rope. Quickly, he weaved them into two hangman’s nooses, letting them dangle from his hand.

»Don’t worry, we do not intend to hang you – but please, keep in mind that these nooses tighten if you pull on them – and they only can be loosened again with the help of untied hands!«

Marco handed one noose to Cory, and both Inga and Babette mewed when it was put around their necks. They offered no resistance and tried to follow the men directing them to lie on their sides, so they were lying face to face. However, ben wasn’t pleased, and so, Babette was turned, so they were positioned face to crotch.

The end of Babette’s noose was then tied off to Inga’s crotch rope, forcing her head so close she could sense the Swede’s fragrance. When she instinctively shied back, the nose tightened, now feeling a bit too snug for comfort. Babette panted, and she then felt the tug when Inga’s face was brought closer to her own pubic area. The difference in height meant Inga had to squirm, and according to the blows of hot air Babette felt through her pantyhose, she was panting from rage and embarrassment. The tips of her breasts brushed over Inga’s belly, and she could feel the touch of Inga’s boobs, too.

»Once the fire has completely ceased, the only warmth comes from your bodies! So, you might consider getting even closer than now! Just don’t struggle too much, or breathing will become a bit difficult!«

Ben left them to their struggles, and he looked at Carmen and Dalanda who exchanged uneasy looks. For Carmen, being close with a girl wouldn’t have been the worst thing in life, but Ben seemed to have different thoughts.

»It wouldn’t be real alternatives if you didn’t know both sides! So, Carmen, since we go way back, would you like joining my bed – or that of one of my men?«

Carmen shook her head when he pointed at Sid, Cory and Marco, and with the help of the first, Ben placed her on his mattress before taking off his pants and socks. She felt a slight relief that he had kept his shorts and T-Shirt on.

Ben cuddled against her and draped the blanket over their bodies. With his left at her naked back, he ordered:

»Dalanda, since you are new, you may choose whom of my men you prefer – unless you want them to take that decision from your shoulders!«

»Uuuhmm!«

The girl stared at the three men positioning themselves opposite to her. Sid looked the most indifferent, whilst Cory grinned lewdly and made groping gestures with his hands. Marco, however, seemed almost a bit shy, though he was also staring at her breasts.

A rule she had learned from her mother had been »You have only got a certain amount of strength, so, choose your battles well!«. Dalanda knew that she would feel ashamed of herself, but if she refused to make a decision, it would be made for her, with the result being the same or even worse. So, she looked at Marco and shifted her position, so she was facing him. The man grinned, showing his shiny teeth. Sid just shrugged, and Cory grunted:

»Don’t expect me to help you carrying your prey!«

Marco stepped behind her and slung her arms around her, folding his hands under her breasts so he could lift and carry her over to his bed. He undressed to his shorts, and Dalanda looked at him with eyes like saucers when he lay down, so close her breasts touched his chest. His hand went at her buttocks, and she mewed when he pushed his fingers through her crotch rope between them. Marco grinned and pulled her closer, so she could feel his manhood press against her middle. With his other hand, he caressed her neck and played with a stray of her hair.

»Just be warm, soft and cosy – then, I will soon fall asleep and not think of other things I could do to you!«

***

»Please, lift your sunglasses!«

Gabriela did as she was told, and the controller gave her a close look, so long she was about to lose her calm attitude. Then, he handed her back her passport and mumbled something about her looking less overtired on the picture.

»Most of us lack in appearance after a night of driving!«, she responded with a yawn, partially due to being indeed tired, partially to disguise her Portuguese accent. The man gave the two women on the backseat that were sharing a blanket and seemingly sleeping just a cursory look. The woman behind the wheel was a Policewoman, and since they were not restrained, they were obviously no criminals. And even if they were: the woman was heading for Morocco, so, it would soon no longer be a Spanish problem.

Slowly, Gabriela rolled onto the ferry; since it was 5:30 am, there were few other cars. In the boot, Sato relaxed a bit and released the pressure of the gun barrel he had kept pressing at Ana’s chin whilst Gabriela had spoken to the controller. A few miles before, he had also entered the boot and was now lying close to the trussed up girl, and he had warned her that if she made a sound, he would still have the opportunity to kill her and to hurt or also kill others before he would be eliminated.

The inside of the trunk was dimly lit by the car’s rear lights, but after she had parked, Gabriela and the other official passengers had to leave the car, and so, she turned off the engine and everything went black. Immediately after, Ana started to pant heavily, and she began to squirm.

»Hold still!«

Ana whimpered, and her movement increased. Sato grabbed her shoulder with his left, and he felt that her skin was ice cold and she was slightly trembling.

»Fuck!«

He pushed forward, wedging Ana between his body and the backside of the rear seats. The girl let out a muffled scream and fidgeted, and he dropped his gun, feeling for his jacket. Trying to both steady Ana and to say things that sounded soothing, he finally got his cell phone and switched it on, holding the display to Ana’s face. Her eyes were wide as saucers and she still trembled, but she calmed down a little when he switched on the flashlight, so she could see better. Sato withdrew a bit and the grip on her shoulder grew softer.

»Claustrophobia?«, he asked. Ana let out a few fluttering breaths; then, she nodded slightly, obviously embarrassed by her own weakness. Sato whispered:

»No need to be ashamed, Ana-San! My old Karate Sensei, a Grand master who held a 7th Dan, was afraid of spiders! And look at me! I am afraid of women, I am as scared as you are!«

Ana stared at him; then, she produced a few chortles as she could not help laughing at his bad joke. Sato smiled and patted her bare shoulder.

»Once we have left the ferry, we can put you back onto the backseat! It’s just another one or two hours in here! We can’t let you go yet, but there will be light and sun soon!«

Ana nodded slightly, obviously not sure whether she should be angry, frightened or grateful. Sato withdrew the few inches more he could, allowing her to at least not be touched by him, and he added with a what he hoped calm, but stern expression:

»If you promise not to make a sound, I will see if I can open the lid a bit!«

The Policewoman didn’t stir, and Sato carefully listened for any steps or voices, but there was just the sound of the ship’s engine. So, he slowly opened the lid a few inches. He could see the front of another car, and he switched off his phone, as enough light came in now.

»Better?«

Reluctantly, Ana nodded, and Sato had to admit that he also enjoyed the fresh air, albeit it smelled of Diesel. He would have loved to get out and stretch his limbs, but that would have been too risky. Suddenly, he chuckled, and Ana frowned, glancing at him over her gag.

»Sorry, I just thought that whilst I was just trying to rescue first Johanna and now Babette, more and more Policewomen somehow ended up being bound and gagged by me!«

Ana blinked. She had expected a lot, and indeed, she had of course read the files about Sato, but if he was telling the truth, why on Earth were Gabriela and Melissa assisting him in his criminal activities – not by just looking away or not reporting him to the authorities, but actively committing crimes by themselves? Tat was a new level of Stockholm Syndrome!

With one of them not being able to talk, and the other not daring to start monologuing, they lay silent until they overheard an announcement in Spanish and English, telling them that they were approaching Tanger harbour and all passengers were required to return to their respective cars. Sato looked at Ana and again touched her shoulder.

»I have to close the lid now, and with other people around, I can’t risk turning on the flashlight either! Can you stand it?«

Ana gulped. From childhood on, she had been scared of dark narrow spaces, and though she knew that her situation wouldn’t turn worse by him closing the lid, she shivered from anticipation. Then, she mewed with protest as she felt Sato reach for her neck.

»You remember the nerve pinch I used to put you out previously? If you want, I can help you – when you wake up, we sure will be somewhere where we can let you out of the trunk!«

»Nnngg!«

Anna shook her head. The idea of deliberately getting knocked out horrified her; in addition, if there was a chance these people got caught, it would be when leaving the ferry and entering Moroccan soil, so, she couldn’t risk not being awake.

Sato closed the lid, and though she had tried to mentally prepare for it, Ana immediately hyperventilated and trembled when she was suddenly enclosed by darkness. Sato pushed forward and slung his arm around her, pressing her bound body against his.

»Easy, girl! It’s just a few more minutes! Just close your eyes and think of something you like, maybe a wide open meadow – or me dangling from my balls!«

He wasn’t sure whether the muffled snort was a laugh, but he could feel that Ana was calming down a bit, obviously following his advice.

***

Naked except for their pantyhose, hogtied and tied face-to-crotch, both Inga and Babette had instinctively tried to find a way of bringing as much distance as possible between their bodies. However, as Ben had warned them the hangman’s nooses around their necks would tighten if they pulled, but not loosen if they held still, and so, they had both stopped squirming when the ropes were still just snug and not tight. For a while, they had just tried to wait for the morning to come, with perhaps a chance of escaping, and at least them being able to separate. Inga had remained calm, and Babette had more or less adjusted to feeling the other’s breath on her loins, or to constantly having to smell her scent.

Over the time, however, two problems had emerged: the first was the increasing cold, and involuntarily, they had cuddled closer to each other. Being hogtied, they could warm their toes with their fingers, but of course, this didn’t go without some wriggling and writhing, and so, the contact of their faces with the other’s respective crotch became more intense. Babette’s neck felt stiff from arching her head backwards, and at her chin, she felt the warmth of Inga’s lap – and it took her some self-control not to embed her head in it.

After some more minutes, they realized that lying on one side meant that the arms they were lying upon were getting numb, though the ground was relatively soft. When the numbness started to become painful, the girls tried to shift their position – ending up with Inga lying on her back, and Babette on top of her.

Panting from exhaustion, they had been lying like that for a while, they had realized that this indeed was the solution for their problem: Babette’s weight rested on Inga, but it was distributed in a way that the Swede still could breathe. She had to lie upon her bent legs and arms, but at least, they were now warmed by her body, and the front-to-front contact wasn’t worse than in any other position. Babette, on the other hand, could now rest her head on Inga’s inner thigh, and whenever she looked up, she could look exactly at the bed where Dalanda and Marco were lying.

She didn’t know the black girl, and she somehow knew that her sensation was nonsensical, but she felt some envy, and even a little jealousy. Marco had obviously removed Dalanda’s hogtie, and she was covered by a blanket. Babette reached for her freezing toes, and the inconvenience of being hogtied for hours made her feel the difference between her and the other girl who could stretch her legs even more.

Dalanda was sleeping, and though she could see little more than her head, and that of Marco who was cuddling against her back, she could spot his hand around her breast.

»Before she came, he was interested in mine!«

Babette slightly shook her head. It was ridiculous, Marco had just taken advantage of her, and though he had been gentler than his accomplices, he was far from becoming the man of her dreams. And yet, she had hoped that by him being attracted to her, she could perhaps get closer to an escape, or at least gain some lenience in her bondage. Now, however, Marco had switched from »Cracker Girl« to »Brown Sugar« without hesitation.

She looked at Marco’s fingers cupping Dalanda’s breast, and the thought of soon being groped by Cory in such a way haunted her whilst she finally had to pay tribute to exhaustion and dozed off.

***

»Now, do you think this city has some nice night clubs?«

Jeb stretched his body, feeling far more relaxed than John beside him, simply because he had been able to sleep during the flight, something John never had been able to do – not because of fear, but he needed a more convenient bed than the comfort of a plane seat, even though Davenport had paid for two business class tickets.

»I am afraid that in this country, they have a different view on alcohol, nude women and partying than you! Besides, you should be fit when you meet with your old enemy later!«

Jeb just grunted something whilst John helped an elderly Lady in heaving her suitcase from the transportation band. She was some 30 years older than his scheme of prey, but he had educated himself to always keep up a polite facade.

Having gotten their own luggage, both men passed the passport control and then withdrew to a toilet where they checked if their guns were untouched. Both had a permission to carry a weapon, but since they had had to declare them at the check-in, they hoped that they had not been among those who always fell victim to thieves during flights.

Five minutes later, they sat in a taxi, getting them to the hotel Davenport had booked for them. Luckily, they had two single rooms – Jeb’s snoring had been another reason John hadn’t found any sleep during the flight.

It was debatable whether it was very late in the night or very early in the morning when they could finally check in. Whilst John went to bed after a quick shower, Jeb decided to see if there was at least a hotel bar, and indeed, the night clerk also ran a small bar at a side room. To Jeb’s surprise, he wasn’t the only bar fly, as an elderly man sat there, staring at his drink as if it was the reason for all the bitterness in his life. When Jeb ordered a beer in English, the man looked up and focussed him.

»You are an Englishman?«

»American!«, Jeb replied, noticing a slight accent.

»And you? German?«

The man shook his head.

»Dutch!«

The waiter handed Jeb his bottle, showing a tired smile when he received ten Dollars for it, and Jeb toasted towards the man by mentioning what he remembered about the Dutch:

»Tulips and watery beer, eh?«

The man grimaced, and Jeb looked at his beer. It was indeed a Heineken, and he asked whether it was a Dutch brand.

»Sorry, I am not really into small talk! You don’t fall into the clutches of veritable pirates every day!«

»Sounds like an interesting story!«

He ordered the waiter to get the Dutch another drink, silencing the man’s »I am sure the Mister has got enough«-approach by another ten Dollars, and he sat down beside him. He was sure that the Dutch had just been ripped whilst on a sightseeing boat, but his sob story was better entertainment than the waiter who barely spoke English.

The story was interesting – so interesting Jeb switched to Coke after his first beer, and he had to oppress the urge to take notes, or to raise John from his sleep, for both would have risen suspicion. The man, a Rochus Stuyvesant, had been hijacked on the High Sea by real modern time pirates who had abandoned him, his wife and another couple on a rubber boat. It seemed that none of them had gotten harmed physically, but the yacht, worth half a Million, and their other belongings were gone.

»And the insurance will pay me peanuts! I mean, I have reported all this to the local Police, but the Officer seemed unable to even detect a car theft!«

What intrigued Jeb, however, was Stuyvesant’s description of the pirates: these had not been local Arabs or Berbers, but a group that had looked quite international and that had been led by a grey-haired man in a suit. The further description fit a photo both he and John had on their phones, showing Benjamin Keane. He asked a few questions, and in the end, he was convinced that the mysterious pirate had indeed been the man they were after.

The icing on the cake was that Ben and his entourage had had some hostages – female hostages, packed in burlap sacks. This fit what Davenport had been told by Sato, about a kidnapping in Spain. So, whilst John was having his beauty sleep, he had already gotten the first important hint!

Rochus Stuyvesant suddenly rose and staggered to the nearby toilet, obviously in need to throw up more than just his problems.

»I think you were right – he has got enough!«, he informed the waiter and withdrew to his room, anticipating how in the morning, he would rub his new information into Smartass Johnny’s handsome face.

***

Led by Google Maps, Gabriela had to drive some 17 miles from Tanger until she finally discovered a parking lot that would allow them to finally free Ana and Sato from the boot. The Japanese just shrugged at her apology, but seemed happy that he could finally stretch his limbs. Ana seemed to have calmed down a bit, for she offered no resistance when she got released from her hogtie and was allowed to sit in the shadow of the car for a while.

»We have to drive on in a few minutes! I just sent a message to Davenport that we will be at Agadir around 2pm!«

Sato looked at Ana and added:

»Once we know where to go, we sure can let you go!«

The gagged woman nodded slightly, and the others realized that she seemed to fell less hatred for Sato than before. Again, Johanna felt the sting of jealousy: what had happened inside the boot? She shook her head.

»Jesus, what’s wrong with me? Why am I acting like a teenager in love?«

She was interrupted in her self-analysis by overhearing Sato’s voice who still stood bent over Ana:

»If you promise not to scream, we will give you water now!«

Looking closer at Ana, Johanna had to admit she was showing signs of dehydration, and despite the problems the Policewoman had caused the last time they had been kind towards her, she knew they had to give her something to drink – the only alternative, poking a small hole into the tape over her lips and forcing her to suck the water through her gag, made her shudder, as it was her own used panties the girl was chewing on.

So, when the sodden garment was pulled from Ana’s mouth, Johanna quickly grabbed them and hid them in her handbag.

»I-I have bought some handkerchiefs!«, she informed Sato who just held the bottle to the exhausted girl’s lips. Ana kept her promise not to scream, but when she had quenched her thirst, she asked:

»Why don’t you just let me go now? I mean, you would have a head start before I can alert someone, and-«

Sato raised his hand, and she indeed fell silent.

»We can’t risk that the Police show up before we have met with Davenport! He isn’t the kind of man who appreciate close contact with the cops, and he would perhaps withdraw before being of any help to us!«

Behind them, a car passed by, and Ana only remembered that she could have tried to jump up and scream only when it already was too far away. She was not only exhausted, but also quite puzzled from the last two hours. Being locked inside the trunk had taken its toll, and in addition, this Sato had, though she hated to admit it, helped her to cope with her claustrophobia. Ana’s fear and rage had ceased, but she wasn’t yet sure what to replace it with.

»At least, I can now be useful and do some of the driving, too!«, Sato stated, indicating that they had to go now. He balled up two of the handkerchiefs Johanna handed him, whilst she avoided eye contact with Ana. The Policewoman asked:

»May I ask for one thing before?«

Sato looked at her, and with a slight blush, she added:

»The rope – between my legs! Could you remove it, please? It’s very tight!«

»No! But I will loosen it a bit!«

Before he could approach her middle, Johanna interrupted:

»I-I will d-do it!«

She didn’t like the idea of Sato’s fingers so close to the other woman’s crotch and so, she began to fumble on the knots. Ana scoffed:

»Are you afraid I am trying to seduce your lover – ouch!«

Johanna had yanked on the crotch rope, and with a glance at Ana, she hissed:

»Don’t forget I can also tighten this rope!«

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and though her first impulse was to spin around and tell Sato to mind his own business, she then felt indeed soothed by the gentle touch. Ana was smart enough not to further provoke her, she just let out a small sigh when Johanna loosened the crotch rope enough to prevent her from too much struggling without bisecting her pubic mound.

Sato then shoved the gag into her mouth and sealed her lips with a few strips of tape. Ana was then placed on the backseat, between Gabriela and Melissa, whilst Sato sat behind the steering wheel. Johanna got onto the passenger seat, and she couldn’t help feeling a little Schadenfreude when she noticed that the sitting position had tightened Ana’s crotch rope.

Sato had connected his phone to the car, and a few seconds later, a message showed up. It was from Davenport, and he pressed on »Play«. The mechanical voice of the computer read:

»Sorry, can’t make it by myself, but two of my most trusted men will meet with you! They are already at Agadir and will send you a message where to find them!«

Sato’s grip on the steering wheel tightened so his knuckles turned white, and Johanna also gasped. Melissa leaned forward and asked:

»What’s the problem? I mean, we didn’t intend to get him arrested, too – we need his help against Keane, and if they are really his most trusted men-«

»I once had to do with one of Davenport’s most trusted men!«, Sato spat, indicating it hadn’t been a pleasant event. Johanna realized that her hands were trembling slightly.

Aboard the »Mauretania II«, Sato had kept her at his cabin, stripped to her underwear and bound and gagged. Nevertheless, there had been an almost friendly relationship between them, though at that time, Sato had only tried to protect his employer’s interests.

Sato had then left her alone for a while, and during that, Davenport’s gorilla, a guy named Jeb, had broken into the cabin. He had cut off her bra and panties, but before he could have gone further, Sato had returned, and the two men had fought. Both Sato and Jeb had ended up in the ship’s arrest cells, but for Johanna, the real ordeal had only begun: whilst still being naked, bound and gagged, one of the members of a White Slavery ring operating aboard had found her, and he had willingly accepted the opportunity served to him on a silver tray.

She glimpsed at Sato who hid his emotions behind a grim face. However, she could read the guilt he felt, and she felt the urge to brush over his cheek, to show him that she had forgiven him. However, she instead just took a few deep breaths before she could talk in a more or less steady voice:

»I am sure that for such a complicated mission, Davenport will send someone – more sophisticated than his bodyguard!«

***

As soon as the first light of the dawn enabled him to see the road even without functioning lights, Wassim had started the car, going offroad for half a mile to avoid passing the ruin too close. If the men inside wanted to meet the Colonel, they would have to cross the Berm, the border between the occupied part of Western Sahara and the Free Zone. From where they were now, it was another 100 miles to the closest city, Haousa. It was also the closest foreigners could get without raising suspicion and getting controlled by the Moroccan Army.

Wassim was sure that the two cars would get to Haousa and find someone who could lead them through the mine field along the Berm. Since the border was more than 1500 miles long, there were gaps allowing small groups to get from one side to the other, and of course, the Moroccans controlled less strictly if someone wanted to enter the Free Zone than if someone tried to leave. At Haousa, the men would find a smuggler or anyone else who knew a way through the mines, and who would ignore the bound and gagged women they were transporting if they paid him enough.

He knew at least one of the possible paths, and instead of the others, he was travelling with easy package. So, instead of following them, he would get ahead and prepare an ambush at a point where they would think the hardest part would lie behind them now.

***

The dream had been a bit strange, but pleasant nevertheless: a strong man had held Dalanda in a tight embrace, making her feel save and desired. Only when she had woken up, she realized that she was still in the same predicament – though she could say easily what had caused her dream.

Marco had cuddled against her back, and it was his arm around her upper body that had caused the illusion of an embrace. Technically, it was an embrace, and she felt the hand on her ample breast. She twitched, and the man, a trained soldier, woke up.

»Shhh, you may sleep a little longer!«

»Mhhmm! Uhhmph!«

Dalanda squirmed, trying to shake him off, but Marco just tightened his grip, though he didn’t get rough. Only now, she realized his other hand had found a way under her crotch rope and was cupping her pubic mound. Unable to escape, and irritated by his fingers on her most intimate spot, she stiffened and behind her, she heard a chuckle.

»You want me to withdraw my hand?«, he asked, slightly moving his hand pressed against her middle. Emphatically, Dalanda nodded, and he whispered:

»Only if you turn around!«

Too quick for her to react, he pulled his hand away, only to reach for her waist rope and turn her, so they were lying face to face. He again embraced her, and her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, whilst further down, she could feel that his manhood was awake, too. She whimpered, and he grinned.

»I am just doing what you wanted me to do!«

Dalanda snorted and stared daggers at him, but Marco just continued to grin whilst his one hand wandered down to her buttocks. He groped them slightly, and she was pressed closer against his manhood. However, he didn’t make further advances, and his smile was, albeit a bit smirky, not that of a predator driven by his sexual appetite. Under other circumstances, she would have described it as charming.

The hand not on her backside let her go, but only to allow him to drape the blanket over her body again.

»No need your kidneys get exposed to the cold! Now, I guess we still have one hour before we have to get up, and it will be a straining day. So, you may either continue playing the stiff plank or relax, but don’t disturb my sleep again, or I have to assume that you are in for some – early morning activity!«

He grinned and easily dodged when she tried to slam her forehead on his nose. Dalanda managed to turn her back towards him again, and after just a few seconds, he once again cupped her breast.

***