Blonde Needles in a Giant Haystack 18

Wassim felt great, despite the dull pain in his balls. The third bitch had kicked him there, despite being bound and gagged, and she had managed to run away from his men. These had been repelled by someone with a rifle when they had chased her towards the camp of nomads, but at least, he would not return empty-handed.

The night had been interrupted by commotion when, in the blackest hours, the Sheikh had recognized the two girls kept in his tent had managed to escape. The Phantom, their infamous and mysterious visitor from Mauritania, had promised to hunt for them, and once he had vanished, Wassim had received a message from Ayoub and Ali who had somehow escaped prison and were stranded beside the desert.

The Sheikh had provided him with three men and six dromedaries, so he could get the two men back – and when doing so, they had literally stumbled over three of the four girls Ayoub and Ali had had in their clutches just hours earlier. When they had attacked, the one that had kicked him had escaped, but there were still the other ones.

Wassim looked to the camel beside him. Thrown over the saddle, in front of the rider, hung a pair of long shapely legs that weakly flailed and belonged to a brunette with short dark hair. A pretty girl, but Wassim was sure that the blonde his comrade was transporting would be more up to the likings of Chalid, the Sheikh’s son. She had blonde curls, and the sack-like tunic had not been able to hide her ample boobs.

According to Ayoub and Ali, these girls had been accompanied by a strange posse of three men, one of them an Asian, and he guessed that it had been them who had fired at his comrades, luckily only causing minor injuries. However, these men had no camels or horses, and they also had no idea where they were heading.

»Once we have won this battle, I will be in a comfortable position!«, he frolicked as they continued their ride back to Sheikh Mansur’s camp.

***

Babette managed to raise her upper body, her crotch still tingling from the chaffing of the thin cord between her legs. She could see Dalanda lie on the ground, panting and wheezing and unable to even sit up. The Phantom freed Babette’s legs and even uncuffed her wrists before he stepped aside, his hand on his gun.

She collapsed to the ground before she was able to pluck the now loose rope from between her legs. The knots of her gag were bothersome to undo, but in the end, she could remove the cleave gag and spit out the sodden panties. On the Phantom’s order, she got a fresh bucket of water from the well and drank some before she had to pour the remaining water over Dalanda who weakly mewed, but seemed slightly refreshed from the cold shower.

Babette then had to get a second bucket and place it in front of the Phantom before she had to step back and watch the man take two coiled ropes from his bundle. One looked like an ordinary hemp rope, the other seemed to be thin leather. Babette gulped when he threw the latter into the bucket, followed by a few broader leather bands. She knew that leather shrunk when it dried, and she guessed that she soon would experience that phenomenon on her own body.

»You know that you will become the bride of the Sheikh’s son! I would deliver you to him, but since I have – other deliveries to do, you will instead stay behind and wait for him!«

Babette’s eyes widened with a mixture of fear and irrational hope. If he left her here, at the well, she might find a way of freeing herself. On the other hand, she was naked, and the sun was already quite hot.

»Don’t worry, you will be left at a place that is protected from the sun, and there will be more than enough water for you! After all, no one has an interest in killing you! However, do you want your ebony friend to survive, too?«

Though the man’s words puzzled her, Babette nodded.

»Please, don’t hurt her!«

»I won’t – if you do as I say!«

In a swift move, he drew his dagger, jumped over to Dalanda and grabbed her scalp, pressing the blade to her throat.

»If you refuse obeying any of my orders, you are signing her death warrant!«

He forced her to watch Dalanda’s fearful eyes for a few moments before he let the Black go and stepped back. He grabbed the hemp rope, measured a piece of some three or four yards and ordered Babette to turn around.

»At least, he’s not using the leather rope!«, the girl thought when the man slung the rope over her nape, crossed it between her breasts and brought it back under her armpits before threading the ends through the neck rope. He then folded her arms and tied them wrist to opposite elbow before bringing the ends to her front again and knotting them off under her breasts. Babette’s arms were now welded to her upper body, and she could not reach the knots, but the bonds were more comfortable than an elbow tie.

»Relieve yourself!«

The order was given only to humiliate her, but when the Phantom once again held the dagger to Dalanda’s throat, Babette reluctantly squatted and peed, blushing under the man’s prying eyes.

»You should be grateful, it might be a few hours before they come for you!«

He made her sit down on the rim of the well and cut four more lengths of hemp rope, tying her legs at the ankles, above and below the knees and at the midst of her thighs. Each rope was cinched, but Babette considered it tight, but tolerable. With the thin cord that had been her crotch rope, he tied her big toes and insteps.

»Time to gag you!«

Babette wasn’t surprised he once again grabbed the white pair of panties, still damp with her saliva, and put them over his left shoulder. However, he then grabbed both a white silk cloth and a black piece of garment she recognized as Dalanda’s panties she had been gagged with before. Babette shuddered from the memory of their vile taste, as Dalanda had been wearing these for several weeks.

»Now, what’s it going to be, Babette – a nice fresh scarf, or a little memory of your friend you will never see again?«

He held up both, and even from two feet distance, she could smell the fragrance of the panties. It was a clear decision – but Babette hesitated. She had to think of the microSD card Dalanda had told her about, containing all evidence of what was happening at the plantation. If the panties the cars was sewn into would end up in the desert, or, more likely, in Dalanda’s mouth, the evidence would vanish, too. She, however, was meant to live, albeit as a Mistress, and perhaps, she would see a chance of escaping in the near future. At least, the evidence would not fall into the hands of Dalanda’s captors.

»I-I’ll take the p-panties!«, she croaked, and the grateful look in Dalanda’s eyes helped her cope with their taste as the Phantom crammed the garment into her mouth. Obviously not satisfied, he added the white pair on top and by tickling Babette’s chin with the tip of his dagger, he forced her to chew and bite on the foul tasting gag until the packing was hard and dense, blocking her tongue completely.

The cleave came next, and this time, it wasn’t knotted at her nape, but over the gag packing, pressing it slightly deeper into her throat and causing the girl to retch. The cloth only acted as a padding to the wet leather thong he tied above the cleave, and even now, the band felt very tight.

The next layer was a silk scarf, tied over her lips, followed by a wider leather band that had a slit cut into it. The Phantom tied it in a way Babette’s nose pierced through the slit, and when he had tied the band off at her nape, a band of leather went over the bridge of her nose and the gag also pressed her jaw shut. Once the leather had dried, the pressure would be unbearable, and Babette would not be able to move her jaw at all.

»Just a few last things before you may rest! Now, hop over to the bar!«

He grabbed her upper arm and made her rise, waiting until she could stand, despite the ropes tightening when her leg muscles tensed. The bar was just four yards away, and so, Babette managed to hop there without slipping. He pressed her against it and forced her to bend forward, so her hair brushed over the ground and her breasts almost touched her knees.

»Stay like this, if you know what’s good for Dalanda!«

The Phantom walked a few steps and picked up some stones from the ground, polishing them between his fingers.

»This is a wadi, a dried river, and you can still find pebbles here, round and smooth!«

Babette could not see his prey, but Dalanda could watch him present a round stone the size of a walnut. It looked indeed like a pearl, and she wondered why he was collecting pebbles now – until he greased the stone with some olive oil.

»Uuuhmmph! Nnnngggg!«

Dalanda shook her head and mewed in protest when he stepped behind Babette. The blonde chortled through her tight gag and reared up when the pebble was pushed into her rear. It was very smooth, and thanks to the oil, it didn’t hurt – but it felt very irritating and humiliating, and Babette shifted her hips with uneasiness.

»Don’t worry, you will soon understand!«

Whilst Babette still tried to cope with the pebble in her rear, the Phantom cut another length of hemp rope and threaded it through where her arm ties crossed between her breasts. Evening the ends, he tied a few knots into it before pushing the ropes between her legs. Babette shook her head and mewed faintly when the crotch rope was led between her folded arms and the small of her back. The Phantom tied another three knots, producing a handle that allowed him to pull Babette towards the well. The girl groaned when everything tightened between her legs, and she once again reared up when she lost balance and most of her weight was carried by her crotch rope.

»Mmhhrrrmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmuhhmmm! Nnnngggg!«

Dalanda, whose gag allowed more noise, protested wildly when she saw what the Phantom did next. He tied the end of the crotch rope off to the rope holding the bucket, and then, he forced Babette to sit on the rim. The blonde tried to struggle, but he simply grabbed her feet and swung her legs over the edge.

»As I promised, there will be plenty of water!«

He pushed, and Babette’s muffled scream echoed in the well, only to be cut off when she hit the water some ten yards below. She struggled frantically in her bonds, and it took her some time to realize she wasn’t sinking. The Phantom had tied off the rope, so the water only went to Babette’s collar bone. She still was literally riding her crotch rope, but now, the water carried some of her weight, and it also prevented her from sinking further.

»As I also promised, you will be protected from the sun!«

He closed the lid, leaving Babette in almost complete darkness. When he approached Dalanda, the girl panted and stared at him with eyes like saucers, overwhelmed with sheer horror.

»I still haven’t told her the best part – but she will have plenty of time to find out until the Sheikh will free her!«, he announced, lowering his voice as if Babette could overhear him.

»Whilst the leather will shrink when it dries, hemp is quite the opposite, and her bonds will tighten once the ropes have soaked with water. So, she will get the punishment for trying to escape without me laying hands on her!«

»Uhhmmph! Mph!«

He brushed over Dalanda’s cheek and showed a smile that almost looked friendly.

»Don’t worry, I have got some entertaining ideas for you, too!«

***

Ben had had breakfast with his men, not only to see whether they had everything they needed, but also to give Carmen and Inga some time alone, so Carmen could persuade the Swede to participate in his plans. Now, more than an hour had passed, and he could no longer prolong his next meeting with the Colonel. He and Jean went back to his room, where the Black took post beside the door and ben entered, preparing for any attack Inga might have in store.

However, the Swede was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel. She was caressing the hair of Carmen whom she had tied to the four bed posts with scarves. A fifth scarf held the pink panties in her mouth, and except for these, Carmen was stark naked. The spread woman was lying on her belly, and Ben could see her reddened buttocks, indicating she had suffered from some severe spanking.

»Inga, please, don’t tell me you were mad at her because of my plans!«

Inga surprised him with a smile, and she brushed over Carmen’s sore buttocks. Even the soft touch made the girl cringe and whimper.

»Oh, don’t worry, we actually came to terms rather quickly! So, we spent the remaining time with some – entertainment!«

»Entertainment!«

Ben approached the bed and gently caressed Carmen’s cheek. She looked at him with shimmering eyes, and he could see she had cried, but there was also some excitement in her expression, and he was sure he could sense a specific fragrance. Inga scoffed.

»Don’t worry, I only stoked the oven, you may still finish the job!«

Ben’s other hand brushed over Carmen’s back, until he could touch her red buttocks. Carmen mewed when he gently massaged her there, and when his fingers wandered between her legs, she groaned. Ben playfully pulled on her earlobe with his other hand.

»So, you really enjoyed it! You naughty, naughty girl!«

Carmen blushed, and she slightly nodded. Ben kissed her forehead, not removing his hand from between her legs.

»And you managed to persuade Inga – you good, naughty girl!«

Carmen mewed when he continued to massage her middle, though he turned towards the Swede who had risen from the bed.

»I am sure, a strong girl like you can wrap the Colonel around her finger easily – and as long as I get my business done, you may as well become the Queen of Western Sahara!«

»A golden cage is still a cage«, Inga stated, »But at least, a golden one beats a steel cage, and a Colonel is preferable to his unwashed troopers – or his shady aging business partner!«

Ben laughed, and Inga sighed.

»Any suggestions what to wear?«

Ben scratched his chin whilst his other hand still explored the moist middle of the squirming Carmen.

»Well, whilst what’s underneath that towel definitely looks great, you should consider wearing something that tells him he has to put some effort in conquering you!«

Inga dropped her towel, and though he had seen her numerous times, Ben leaned forward when she stretched her shapely athletic body. Carmen mewed when his hand stopped moving.

The Swede started with her own panties, followed by a pair of military boots. She put on the camo tank top that span over her breasts and tore its hem, so she could knot it below her boobs, exposing her belly. When she had put her hair into a tight bun and put on a military cap, she spun around and Ben nodded approvingly.

»I would clap, but I’ve got only one hand free – wait a minute!«

He spanked Carmen’s sore buttocks, and though he didn’t hit her hard, the mixture of painful tingles in her rear and blissful ones from Ben’s caresses to her clit and labia made Carmen writhe on the blanket where her hardened nipples grinded over the sheet.

On Ben’s orders, Inga cuffed her ankles and put on a long military coat over her revealing outfit. She buckled the ball gag between her lips and finally cuffed her wrists behind her back. Ben shifted his position; his one hand remained between Carmen’s legs, but the other grabbed her scalp and forced her to look at the Swede.

»What do you say, Inga – has she deserved relief?«

His hand stopped moving, and Inga waited until Carmen whimpered with impatience before her eyes sparkled and she nodded. Ben grinned, and still forcing her to look at Inga, he continued the caressing.

»Don’t dare to close your eyes! After all, Inga did the foreplay, she has deserved to see your reaction!«

Carmen blushed, but she knew that she could not hold back any longer. No matter Inga was watching, no matter Ben had won, all she wanted was his fingers to continue, and when she felt his index and middle finger stiffen and thrust deeper inside her, she groaned surprisingly loud. Ben withdrew slowly, cringing his fingers, and when Carmen saw a drip of drool in the corner of Inga’s gagged mouth, she shuddered with anticipation.

***

At the camp, the chaos was complete. John tried to talk to some of the people who were starting to pack their belongings whilst watching the area, but with his few words of Arabic, all he managed to get out of them was that the men Jeb had shooed away belonged to Sheikh Mansur, and since these nomads were just a small group with four grown men, they didn’t want to be here if Mansur’s men returned with reinforcements.

»Luckily, we want to negotiate with the Colonel – but they fear him, too!«

Sato was like a tiger in a cage. Not speaking either Arabic or French, he could not talk to any of the nomads, and it took Melissa all her ability of persuasion to keep him from grabbing a dromedary and try to follow Johanna’s abductors.

»You would get thrown off its back within five minutes – and even if not, you heard John! They are a few dozen men, if not more! What do you want, ask them to line up, so you can kill five or six with one shot?«

Tears filled her eyes, and she grabbed the Japanese’s shoulders.

»I want to rescue Gaby as much as you want to rescue Johanna! But we can’t just run into the desert and follow their tracks! We need some kind of stratagem!«

»I failed to protect her – again!«, Sato spat, but he calmed down enough Melissa let him go, looking into the direction where the riders had disappeared with burning eyes. Someone touched her shoulder; it was Ana, the knotted pantyhose still hanging round her neck.

»Sorry! I kicked one of them – but I could only save myself!«

The compassion of a woman who had all reason to hate her made the dams break, and Melissa slung her arms around Ana and cried at her shoulder.

Meanwhile, the initial panic had changed into a hasty routine as the nomads were packing together their tents. John saw that from one of them, a man was led by two boys and an elderly woman – a young Black with a blood-stained bandage on his chest. John frowned, not only because of his skin colour: the man wore camo trousers, and his muscular build and a few scars indicated he was a soldier.

The boys made him sit down in the shadow of a palm where he was out of the way as they started to pack the last tent. John went towards him and offered him a cigarette.

»You speak English or French?«

»Both – but better French!«, the man replied, his accent telling John he was from the middle of Africa, maybe Cameroon. When he had given him fire, he introduced himself as Marco.

»Got wounded in a skirmish – but these people took care of me! It only hurts when I laugh!«

He smiled, and John also grinned. The moment of peace was, however, interrupted as Melissa spotted them. Her eyes narrowed, and she drew her gun, aiming at Marco.

»You are one of Ben’s men!«

Marco looked puzzled, but not really bewildered; he just frowned, obviously trying to figure out who Melissa was.

»Maybe, you would remember me if I were naked, bound and gagged, as you and your fine friends left me when you kidnapped Johanna, Babette and the other two!«

Her voice trembled slightly, and John decided that sitting so close to the barrel of Melissa’s gun wasn’t the best place. He slowly got up, making a soothing gesture.

»Are you sure? I mean-«

»You mean what? That I am just hysteric, or that to me, all Blacks look the same? Believe me, after what they did to me and Gaby, I remember him!«

In fact, Marco had only been once in the cellar of Carmen’s mansion where she and the others had been held captive, naked, gagged and tied to each other in a humiliating position. But she was sure, and she kept aiming at the man who still was calm, drawing from his cigarette.

»I am afraid you are right – I am one of Benjamin Keane’s men!«

Ben and the others had always been loyal to him and leaving him behind had been a matter of necessity, not of cowardice. So, since he had no idea where they were now, he saw no point in denying them to these strangers.

»Where are they? Are they with the Colonel?«, John asked, pushing himself between Melissa and the wounded mercenary. Sato also had reached them, and he placed his hand on the Policewoman’s arm.

»If he really is one of them, we should ask a few questions before we kill him!«

Melissa lowered her gun and let out a mixture of a laugh and a sob.

»I don’t want to kill him – I just want Gaby back!«

Sato, a bit uncomfortable in giving solace, patted her back. John meanwhile asked Marco about the whereabouts of Ben, but he only told them that they had gotten into an ambush, and that most likely, Ben and his comrades had escaped.

»They were heading for the Colonel – maybe, the girls are there, too!«

»And where is this Colonel? You better tell us, or else!«

Marco showed a sad smile.

»You want to kill a little boy?«

John frowned.

»Are you fucking kidding me? You are at least 25!«

»27 last August, but I am talking about Brahim, the boy who helped me to get out here! He found me wounded, and he has sworn to protect me until I am recovered! These people take such things very serious!«

Indeed, the two boys were watching them from the distance, and the elder one was holding a rifle longer than himself. They would have been no match for him, but John had some lines, and killing children was definitely one he would never cross. In addition, if he harmed the boy, it would end in a veritable battle against the whole tribe.

»All right, let me try another approach! I work for a man who is at least as rich and powerful as your boss, and he wants to negotiate with him! So, if you know where Ben is, you could perhaps make him very happy by leading us to him!«

Marco grimaced; obviously, talking for so long was straining for him. The boy made one step forward, but the mercenary slightly shook his head.

»I am okay, thank you, Brahim!«

Another one of the tribesmen appeared, saying something to the boys. They tried to argue, pointing at Marco, but the man who apparently was their father shook his head. Then, he approached the group and said in broken French:

»We must go now! Will take Marco, but no dromedary for you!«

Jeb uttered a curse and wanted to raise his rifle, but felt that a hand held him back. It was Ana who pushed him aside and stepped in front of the man.

»You would leave us behind, to be killed by the Sheikh’s men?«

Not even John who was a master in playing roles could tell whether she was faking her dismay or not. Ana approached the Bedouin and touched his arm.

»You would leave us behind, without water, to be killed?«

Her lips trembled, and the Arab seemed to feel uncomfortable. Sure, he was responsible for his family, and he just didn’t have more camels than they needed to travel from one place to the next, but these people were his guests, so to say. And for a Bedouin, hospitality was almost as important as his believe in Allah.

»We can take women – men must stay!«

It was a concession, and Sato, who did not want to retreat from Johanna’s kidnappers, no matter how bad the odds were, would have agreed if they had left them some water and ammunition. Ana, however, shook her head.

»Can’t you just leave some stuff behind? This man«, she pointed at John, »really is rich, he will pay for some new tents!«

When the man hesitated, Ana turned on a look like a puppy waiting for a treat. Her lip trembled, and a single tear ran down her cheek. The man scratched his beard; then, he gave some orders to his men who seemed puzzled, but started to unload three of the dromedaries.

»You can come all!«

Ana bowed until he had withdrawn, and when she rose her head, John could see an impish smile on her face.

»He reminds me of my father – rough on the outside, but a soft core!«

John stepped close to her and put his hand on the small of her back.

»That was impressive! If I have the next negotiations about my salary with my boss, I will send you instead!«

Ana did not protest when he kissed her cheek.

Sato and Melissa were a bit reluctant to leave, but they had to accept that waiting for the Sheikh’s men would be fruitless, since these would not bring Johanna and Gabriela with them, and whilst they could perhaps put up a heroic last stand and kill some of the men, they would hardly be able to capture one for interrogation.

»These men know the desert like their pockets! So, they will be able to find the Sheikh’s camp, and then, we can start a rescue mission!«

The words came from Jeb, and Sato stared at him with disbelief.

»We?«

Jeb shrugged.

»Your girl has deserved better than ending up in some harem! Besides«, he grinned, »you might need someone who can reach higher than four feet!«

Sato was too perplexed to know what to say. Melissa saved the moment by approaching the American.

»Will you also help me in rescuing Gaby?«

»Well – sure! It’s the same way, after all!«

Melissa gulped, and she sounded a bit hoarse when she continued:

»Despite you know that neither her nor me will be able to – to reward you in a way such bravery deserves?«

For a few seconds, Jeb just looked at her. Then, he grinned and, letting his eyes wander over her body, he chuckled:

»At least, your Gaby proves a better taste than Johanna!«

Melissa slung her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, but jumped back before he could grab her. Jeb touched his lips, and perhaps it was the sun, but Sato was sure he had seen the man’s cheeks blush slightly. Noticing his look, Jeb glanced at him.

»If you try doing the same to me, I’ll eat your liver raw!«

Melissa clapped her hands.

»Stop flirting, we have to mount these camels now!«

Sato shook his head. Identifying as a modern Samurai, he followed the Bushido, which translated »Way of the Warrior«. However, this way had some strange curves in it!

***

»Not bad! Really not bad!«

Sheikh Mansur looked at the two women in front of him. Each had her hands tied behind her back and was held by her arms by two men, and each was gagged with a rag in her mouth and another tied between her lips. Whilst the busty blonde wore a strapless bra to her white panties, the more slender brunette just wore a red pair of panties with small white dots. Both squirmed in the tight grip, and they seemed quite defiant.

»You speak French?«

Staring daggers at him, both Johanna and Gabriela nodded. The ride had been strenuous, and they were afraid and worried about their friends, but they wanted to show as much bravery as they could. The Sheikh flexed his fingers. In good French, albeit with a strong accent, he said:

»Just behave well, and I will have no reason to punish you!«

His hand cupped one of Johanna’s breasts, and when she tried to shake his hand off, he suddenly slapped Gabriela’s bare breast. The Portuguese mewed, and the Sheikh grinned.

»If you are disobedient, I punish her – and vice versa!«

He continued to grope Johanna’s breasts, and with a yank, he ripped the bra from her. Kneading them a little longer, he stated:

»Maybe, you will make my son get excited! If not, well, I think I have use for you!«

He turned towards Gabriela who, wanting to spare Johanna the painful slap on her boobs, endured getting groped by the man without doing more than some panting and glancing at him.

»You have«, he stated, squeezing her breasts, »less to offer, and you are not a blonde, but I think you will make up a nice reward for my most trusted men! I hope they won’t mind that they will have to share you among them!«

***