Blonde Needles in a Giant Haystack 20

»It could definitely have been worse!«

Inga looked at the man lying beside her, remembering how ben and Jean had brought her to his private rooms, cuffed and gagged. When they had been left alone, he had walked around her, and Inga had to admit that the man had obviously not only bathed, but also shaved and changed into fresh clothes. The Colonel was a bit smaller than her, and Inga stood straight to emphasize that fact.

He had started the one-sided conversation by asking about her language skills; since Inga spoke neither French nor Arabic, and his English was quite rudimentary, the man had shrugged.

»You are not here for talking!«

The Swede knew exactly what she was there for; though, he hadn’t touched her yet, except for gently leading her inside his bedroom. Inga had remembered Ben’s advice to show the Colonel that he needed to put some effort into getting her – but how? Of course, she could struggle all she could once he put his hands on her, but so far, the Colonel seemed rather shy and not even unbuttoned her coat. Instead, he had released her from her cuffs on wrists and ankles.

»Mhhmm?«

Inga had pointed at her ball gag, and when the man had nodded, she had removed it, licking her lips. The Colonel had handed her a cup of tea, and something in his calm attitude had prevented her from pouring the hot beverage over his head. She had sat on his desk, and when she had crossed her legs, the coat had gaped. The Colonel had looked at her shapely legs; so, he was into women. Inga had moved her leg, revealing some more of her bare skin, and though he had shown further interest, he had still not made a move or ordered her to undress. Of course, he had seen everything already during her and Carmen’s performance the day before.

»So, what I am here for?«

Searching for words, the Colonel had finally replied:

»I want you and me to feel good!«

Inga had oppressed a scoff, for he had looked so sincere. Her first impulse had, of course, been to ask for being freed and sent back to civilisation immediately, but of course, that would only have made her happier. And even though the Colonel wasn’t the brute she had expected, he sure would not just let her go – at least not now, without getting anything in exchange.

Inga had risen and unbuttoned her coat, and when the Colonel had approached, she had handed him the garment to put it onto the chair for her. He had obeyed, though not in a devote way, and Inga had frowned: was he just like so many powerful man, that he liked to be humiliated in secret? Like those businessmen who hired a Dominatrix?

Inga had straightened and put her hands on her hips, trying to look strict and intimidating. On the wall was a mirror, and she could see that she looked like the wet dream of any man wishing for a Dominatrix, but the Colonel just let his eyes wander over her.

»You want me to take off my boots, too?«

»Sure!«

»I could need some help with the laces!«

She had stepped one foot forward, but he had made no attempt to squat or bend down. So, she had risen her leg, so he could loosen the laces whilst standing. Inga had lost her balance and had to sit on the bed, her boot remaining in his hands. The Colonel had laughed.

»Maybe, sitting is better!«

It had been a friendly laugh, with just a little mockery, and against her will, Inga had smiled, too. He had stretched out his hands, and she had risen her left leg, so he could take off her other boot, too. Since she hadn’t been able to put on socks, it felt good to get out of these shoes, and Inga had wriggled her toes whilst the Colonel had sat beside her – close enough their hips touched, but not making any further attempts to touch her. All he did was taking off her military hat.

»It reminds me of the world outside!«

These words, and the expression in his eyes, had answered Inga’s question: the Colonel was looking for an escape from the reality of warfare and being a leader, at least for a few hours. He wanted some time where he neither had to dominate nor was commanded by others. Inga had heard herself say:

»If you help me with the knots again, I could remove the tank top, too!«

When he had loosened the knots under her breasts, Inga had opened her hair, and then, she had raised her arms, so he could pull the top over her head, leaving her in just her panties. When he had bent forward to kiss her nipple, her hand had automatically started to caress his nape.

The Colonel had been gentle, a bit too clumsy and hasty, and in the end, Inga had faked her orgasm, but the experience hadn’t been bad. He had tried to please her, and she was sure that the second time would be better.

They had remained in his rooms for the entire night, and so, there had been even a third time, and by then, Inga had also reached climax. She was far from falling in love, but at least, she would not suffer in her new position.

Heavy knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts, and the Colonel woke up, asking unwillingly what the problem was. Inga didn’t understand the Arabic answer, but it caused him to hastily get up and put on his uniform.

»I-Is something wrong?«

The Colonel smiled and bent down to her, placing a kiss on her lips.

»Quite the contrary, Sweet Inga! Quite the contrary!«

***

The commotion in the court made Ben also get up from the bed he had shared with Carmen. Unlike the Colonel, he had known exactly what he wanted, but he had taken care that Carmen had enjoyed it, too. Telling her to stay behind, and putting on some clothes, he stepped onto the balcony and looked at the cheering crowd.

At first, his eyes fell on two dromedaries. On each, a woman was sitting, clad only in her panties, and obviously a bit embarrassed by the dozens of men around, though none of them tried to hide her charms. He frowned: one of these women, he had seen before, and on that occasion, she had been fully naked and also bound and gagged.

The other one was not the one she had come with back then, though she also seemed to be a Spaniard or Portuguese. Ben then noticed that the men seemed even more excited about a group of men surrounded by armed guards; obviously, they had taken some prisoners.

Ben told Jean to follow him, and they paved their way towards the Colonel who now also approached the group of prisoners. He showed a broad grin, and when he stood upon a grey-bearded man leaning on a makeshift crutch, he bowed:

»Salam aleikum, Sheikh Mansur!«

The Sheikh just glanced at him, and Ben understood that somehow, the Colonel’s arch-rival had become his prisoner now. Quickly, he overthought if this affected his own plans. Now, the Colonel no longer needed his help against the Sheikh, and perhaps, he would listen to the not so friendly things the newly arrived girl would have to say about him.

»I hope that Inga did her job well!«

Right now, the Colonel seemed just overjoyed, and he slammed his hand on Ben’s shoulder.

»Today is a day to be celebrated! Maybe, it’s even a day that will once be commemorated!«

He gave order to put the prisoners into their cells and to take care of the Sheikh’s leg.

»Treat him with respect – but if you let him escape, I’ll feed your balls to the dogs!«

The soldier from the wall had to fire into the air to make himself noticeable. He insisted on the Colonel seeing for himself, and Ben followed him when he ascended the wall. Were the Sheikh’s men attacking?

However, the approaching group was walking, and they were only three men. Ben could see that two of them were leading a camel by its reins, and on it, a fourth man was sitting. He looked as if he was wounded, but Ben was more fascinated by the leader of the small group: a tall blonde who held up a rifle. To the barrel, something white had been tied, indicating he came in peace. When they came closer, he saw it was a pair of panties.

The four men entered the main door, and before Ben and the Colonel had reached them, he could hear Barrot yell:

»Marco! It’s Marco!«

Indeed, the man that now sank from the camel was his missing man, and Ben smiled when his men cheered and took care of their comrade. He was about to get to him, too, when he heard the blonde man speak:

»Salam aleikum! Are you the man they call the Colonel?«

He had lowered his rifle and put it to the ground, to show he came with peaceful intentions. The Colonel nodded, and the blonde smiled, changing to French:

»I heard that you are open for negotiations with foreign investors, at least those who are rich! And I am the ambassador of a very rich investor! Maybe, you have already heard the name of Mr. Andrew Davenport?«

***

Trussed up, gagged and blindfolded, Dalanda suffered from being unable to move much, but also not being able to sit still. The horse, having to carry two persons, walked at a slow pace, and the uneven ground made her sway around on every step. Being wedged between the Phantom and the saddle’s pommel, it meant that the leather knob grinded over her pubic mound, giving her a steady, yet not too tender massage.

That alone would just have been a nuisance, but there were more aspects of her bondage working together to further irritate the helpless girl. On each step of the horse, the ropes flanking her labia also moved slightly, and the pebbles in her rear also sent little vibrations through her body. From time to time, she had to shift her aching body, and by then, the Phantom seemed to see that as an invitation to touch her. Whenever she moved her feet, his free hand wandered to her sole and gently massaged it; he did not tickle her to make her twitch and squeal, but to send small electric vibes through her nerves, and Dalanda realized to her horror that these vibes weren’t that unpleasant. As were his hands on her breasts whenever she moved her upper body too much. Here, he was fondling her a bit rougher, but somehow, he found a way of just keeping the level of pain low enough Dalanda got teased by the touches. Her nipples stood hard and erect, and she had to think back on what Babette had said when she had admitted her reaction to the vibrator earlier:

»You climaxed!«

The simple statement had concluded so much more: sooner or later, she would commit to the overload of stimulation, despite her trying everything to avoid it. Dalanda knew that the Phantom would enjoy her getting over the brink; he would make jokes of her, maybe even consider her completely defeated.

»Umph!«

The girl reared up and ached when a cramp shot through her bent legs. Unable to shake her legs, she had to endure it, and the only escape from the pain was the distraction by the more pleasant touches. A hand cupped her left breast, and when she felt two fingers pinch her nipple, she mewed, but at the same time, she felt the tingle distract her from her aflame legs.

***

So far, Sato had only gotten a glimpse of Ben Keane, but he recognized him immediately when he spotted him standing at the railing of the gallery. Ben didn’t wear a bathrobe, but he nevertheless embodied a man who had just enjoyed the night with the blonde woman behind him – Carmen Vega, the woman who had initiated Johanna’s abduction.

Like on autopilot, he approached the stairs, and Jean stopped him by poking the barrel of his gun into his stomach. Now, Ben had also noticed the Japanese. He had just overheard John announcing he was speaking in the name of Andrew Davenport. Davenport, one of the few men who could severely endanger his plans!

He looked down on the Japanese who stood calm, but with a glance in his eyes, and his right close to the gun in his belt. Jean stood ready to shoot him, but he would only do so if he made a false move – or if Ben gave the order.

»Where are Johanna, Babette and Inga?«

Ben was a bit abashed by the direct approach of the man, quite unusual for an Asian. He replied in a drawling voice:

»Is Davenport into blondes now?«

Sato frowned.

»I am not here in the name of Mr. Davenport, but in my own name! So, where are Johanna, Babette and Inga?«

Ben now noticed that the two Americans looked at Sato, too, obviously not too delighted by the Japanese talking to him without them being around.

»Well, Inga should still be at the Colonel’s rooms, and the last time I saw her, she was well and alive! Babette, however-«

He sighed, and it was not clear whether he was just faking his regret.

»We were attacked by the Sheikh’s men! It’s where we lost Marco – so, if she wasn’t with him, I am afraid you’ll have to ask the Sheikh! And the last woman – I remember her, but I haven’t seen her since I left Ferrol!«

Sato’s hands sank down, and Jean stepped back a little, though he was still ready to shoot. The problem was that he was sure Ben was telling the truth. Sure, if it hadn’t been for him and Carmen, who seemed to have become his Mistress, both Babette and Johanna would be fine, but even if he managed to shoot the man before the black mercenary killed him off, he would have gotten nowhere. So, he turned around and stumbled towards the former stables where the soldiers had brought their prisoners. Two men stepped against him, yelling at him in Arabic, and then, he felt an iron grip on his shoulder.

»What the fuck are you doing, Bonsai?«

It was Jeb, and John had also approached them.

»I don’t know much about Eastern diplomacy – but I think provoking those in charge is never a good idea if you are outnumbered and dependent on their help!«

Sato considered Breaking free from Jeb’s grip, but despite his emotions being in a turmoil, he couldn’t deny decades of discipline, and so, he just hissed:

»The Sheikh’s men – they have Babette, Johanna and Gabriela! And we have the Sheikh! So, I will just ask him a few questions!«

John placed his hand on Sato’s other shoulder, in a gentler way than Jeb had done.

»I presume, torturing the most prominent prisoner of war could be considered provoking the Colonel, too! Also, I remember you neither speaking French or Arabic – so, do you want to ask for an interpreter, or are you relying on sign language?«

The angry glance in Sato’s eyes showed that he unwillingly accepted the validity of John’s argumentation. The blonde American added:

»We want the girls to be rescued, too – and I am sure that their rescue doesn’t interfere with Mr. Davenport’s plans! So, I think we can come to a deal that leaves all of us happy! Just step back and let the diplomats do their job!«

After some hesitating, Sato bowed slightly, and Jeb let him go. He did not like the idea of just sitting around and hoping that others saved his girl. An idea came up in his head, and he forced his brain to work rationally as he followed the two Americans.

***

Chalid ibn Mansur sat on a rock, looking at the improvised camp to his feet. After their hasty retreat – hasty escape, to be honest! – due to the drone attack, he had managed to gather the men who had not fallen into the hands of the enemy. He looked up at the man who approached him, and despite the dire situation, a smile formed on his lips.

»Dawoud!«

His smile turned more bitter, and he added:

»Are you bringing me the butcher’s bill?«

The other man looked over his shoulder before he gently placed his hand on Chalid’s shoulder. The Sheikh’s son grabbed his hand and listened to Dawoud’s report:

»11 men are wounded – none of them fatal, but five should not be forced to ride any further! Speaking of riding, we also lost 23 horses to the enemy – and they took eight prisoners!«

»Including my father!«, Chalid added with a grim nod. He looked at Dawoud and stated:

»So, we still have 81 men capable of fighting here, plus the four we left at the camp!«

»Plus those who are at the main camp, together with our women and children – well, their women and children!«

He allowed himself a chuckle as he sat down beside Chalid. The other men were far enough that no one could see they were holding hands, and if one had seen it, he might have considered Dawoud was just consoling his friend.

For a while, none of them spoke, but they both knew that they missed the Sheikh less than they should. Mansur had some reason to be proud of his son who had turned out to be an excellent rider and a capable leader of troops. However, the Sheikh more and more seemed to realize that his son’s lack of interest in women wasn’t just him being picky.

Chalid had been brought up with being told that homosexuality was a sin against Allah and his law, and he had tried to oppress his nature. However, last year, he had been sent on a long mission to the smaller tribes in the area, with only Dawoud accompanying him, and during this trip, Chalid had not only found another man like him, but a man who seemed to respond to his love.

So far, the Sheikh had not found out about their secret, though there were a few rumours among the men. Chalid looked up at a single cloud at the sky.

»As long as my father is in captivity, it’s on me to lead the men – but where to? To an attack on the Colonel’s camp?«

Dawoud remained silent. They knew that at the caravanserai were some 400 to 500 men, and all they could gain was a heroic last charge. Chalid pressed Dawoud’s hand.

»Or, maybe, I should lead not only the men, but the entire tribe into a peaceful future – into the 21st century!«

He rose, and Dawoud did the same. They still held hands, but so close to the troops, they didn’t dare to kiss.

»The problem is that not only do I owe loyalty to my father – in his strange, stubborn, old-fashioned way, he was trying to be a good father! So, I have to find a way to a future that also holds a decent place for him!«

He let Dawoud’s hand go and straightened, preparing to speak to his men.

***

Johanna stared at the tent’s closed entrance. Once most of the men had left the camp, nobody had entered, and they had only been able to tell from the occasional talking that they had not been left alone completely. Through some gaps, a little light penetrated the dark, stuffy room, allowing her and Gabriela to see a little, but they were still as helplessly trussed up and gagged as they had been since they had been tied up here.

At first, it had seemed tolerable, as they could sit and only had their wrists tied, but not their elbows. The gags were worse, though, and Johanna shuddered whenever she had to gulp, forcing her to swallow some saliva that had been filtered by both the dreadful sock and Gabriela’s panties. The layers of cloth prevented her from moving the gag packing, and the leather band above had now dried, sealing the whole lot.

Worst, however, was the combination of them sitting back to back and the knotted cloths between their legs. With their wrists tied in the other’s lap, and with their legs forced apart, each movement of their hands meant brushing over the pubic area of the other woman. The crotch rope, that was fixed to the top of the tent, cut in deeply and only left a few choices, each of them with its own flaws.

If they sat straight, it was inconvenient, and the pressure soon turned too very inconvenient and then to slightly painful. If one bent forward, it eased the pain a little, but it forced her companion to lean backwards, thus thrusting her pubic area against the knotty scarf.

For the first time, both had tried to remain as motionless as possible, trying to bother the other as little as they could, with their hands resting in the co-captive’s lap. However, they had been forced to move, albeit just a little, and somehow, they had gotten more and more used to the intimate contact. Johanna could feel Gabriela flex her fingers, and she also no longer tried to not move her hands, even if it meant to occasionally touch the other’s labia, or to get entangled in a curl of her pubic hair.

»At least, she loves women!«

Then, however, Johanna thought twice: was it really easier for Gaby? Or was it worse, for she was touched by another woman, but not the one she loved and desired. Johanna’s thoughts went back a few days, to her last – and so far only – intimate encounter with a woman. Carmen had forced her into her bed, and though she had just tried to improve her position, it had ended with not only Carmen orgasming, but also herself.

The memory felt irritating, and Johanna forced herself to think of Sato instead. So far, they still hadn’t reached the last base. They had finally kissed, and he had seen her completely naked now. She closed her eyes when she remembered he had also touched her breasts – on her more than explicit invitation.

»Prudish my ass!«

The memory of the Japanese’s hands on her boobs mixed with other images of the man massaging her sensitive feet. It were pleasant memories, distracting her from her current predicament, and Johanna felt a blissful tingle run through her body. She slightly wriggled her hips, and the knots in the cloth felt like the touch of a finger.

»Knotty scarf – or should I say naughty scarf?«

Johanna chortled, and the combination of relaxation and her belly slightly vibrating had an »Open Sesame-effect«. The scarf slid between her moist labia, one of the knots rubbing over her clit in a way that made her moan with pleasure.

»Nnngg! Mmhhmmph!«

More energetic, and less joyful moans came from Gabriela, and with horror, Johanna realized what she had done. Her reaction to the crotch rope had caused it to slide inside her, and since it was tied to the Portuguese’s wrists, her hands were now pulled even closer to Johanna’s most intimate areas. She felt the other’s fingers between her legs, and she blushed with embarrassment from imagining Gabriela sensing how hot and wet she was down there.

Carefully, she tried to get rid of the crotch rope, but now, with the scarf embedded inside her, her body had sunk down a little, allowing her buttocks to fully touch the ground. Tied as they were, she couldn’t raise enough to get the scarf out, and her struggles only caused the knots to further massage her clit, and Gabriela to protest again.

Now, sitting still was virtually impossible, as the irritating touches forced her to move slightly. Her cheeks aflame, Johanna arched back her head, so it rested on Gabriela’s shoulders. She was trying to send a mute apology via her eyes, but when she managed to see the other’s face, she could see that Gabriela had her eyes closed. At the same time, she sensed that the girl was panting and moving, and Johanna’s fingers felt that her lap was no longer just warm, but hot.

»Seems she’s no longer mad at me! Naughty girl – or naughty scarf?«

Again, she giggled, and she felt a wave of relief that she wasn’t the only one responding to their bondage. Johanna closed her eyes and tried to adjust to Gabriela’s rhythm. When she felt the Portuguese hook a finger into her crotch rope and playfully pull on it, she reared up with a sigh before she did the same to her companion.

***

Both Melissa and Ana had decided it was the best to appeal to the men’s courtesy, and so far, it had worked. Of course, they had all stared at the two barely naked girls, and none seemed to have been hurrying to get them blankets or clothes, but none of the soldiers had touched them, and finally, the Colonel had ordered to make one of the bedrooms free for them.

Still only clad in their panties, they now had a room for their own, a camp bed and also some water and food. The only problem was that though the door wasn’t locked, they felt like imprisoned, and they could not participate in the men now negotiating with the Colonel and the man who was behind the kidnapping of Babette and the others.

John had promised them to take care of the others being rescued; after all, they were in the clutches of the Sheikh’s men, and he was now the Colonel’s prisoner.

»Just relax, I will do my best!«

John had hugged Ana and kissed her lips, and she could still sense the kiss, and how her bare breasts had touched his chest. Melissa stood by the window, staring at the piece of desert she could see, as if she was hoping that Gabriela would walk over the hill any moment.

Unbeknownst to them, in the next room, there were also two women. The Colonel had decided to hold counsel at his rooms, and thus, he had sent Inga to Ben’s room where she should take care of Carmen whilst »the men were doing men’s talk«.

»He’s not as bad as I feared, but he is obviously still a fucking MCP!«

With her hair open, and clad in a long Arabian tunic, Inga looked unusually feminine, and Carmen could see that she wasn’t really angry – and that she had obviously adjusted to being the Colonel’s Mistress. She also wore a white tunic, and she now carefully sat down on the bed. Her buttocks were still sore from the spanking.

»I hope that these newly arrived people won’t cause any problems!«

Inga raised an eyebrow.

»What do you mean? Are you and Ben so close now that his problems have become yours, too?«

Carmen didn’t smile.

»The handsome one said something about him being sent by a man called Davenport – I know that he’s an American businessman – comparable to Ben, but one of his competitors! So, Ben’s position hasn’t improved by their arrival – and since I am linked to him-«

Inga nodded. Before she could think about whether her own position was affected by the turn of events, Carmen continued:

»I don’t know whether you remember the Japanese, but he was the one who offered Babette to me, in an attempt to free Johanna! So, he will sure not have warm feelings for either you or me – and he came together with Davenport’s men!«

Andrew Davenport could make an offer that was better than Ben’s – and Ben would not pay more than the whole business was worth. He might consider to let his Western Sahara project go – and if he left, what would be with her? After last night, she had been sure that Ben was considering a life with her, but she also knew that first and foremost, Ben was married to his business.

»If they pull the Colonel to their side, maybe, my position won’t be as good either!«

Inga remembered Melissa who had spent some time at Carmen’s dungeon, too. In the end, both she and the German had been Ben’s prisoners, but before, she had been on different sides, and perhaps, Melissa hadn’t forgotten either.

»Maybe, it would be better if Ben had the upper hand in the negotiations, so we can both stay in our current position!«, Carmen put their thoughts into words. The Swede saw that she had more to say, and so, she tried to provoke her:

»So, what are you intending? Shall we try to seduce them, so they forget about Davenport? Okay, but shotgun on the tall American! At least, he’s taller than me!«

Carmen pointed at the wall behind which she knew Melissa and Ana were staying.

»These two are linked to them somehow! The German was with the Japanese when they tried to free Johanna, and though I haven’t seen the other before, I could see how she and the handsome American acted with each other! So, if these two were – gone, they would be distracted from their negotiations, allowing Ben to keep the upper hand!«

»What do you mean?«

Inga was unable to hide she was intrigued, and Carmen showed an enigmatic smile.

»Nothing that could not be reversed after the things have turned out the way we want! They just have to disappear for a while!«

Inga stretched her muscles, as if she was considering as if she could take on the two girls. However, it wasn’t just overpowering them.

»We can’t hide them under our beds – even more as we both have to share them with our respective Sugar Daddies!«

Carmen looked at the door, as if she could see right through it.

»I am not considering to officially get linked to their disappearance – though of course, I will inform Ben about it! We need someone else to do the dirty work!«

»I am not sleeping with one of Ben’s henchmen – well, maybe with Barrot! But I am afraid they are too loyal for such a thing!«

»Hold your horses, you horny slut!«, Carmen joked. Then, she added:

»There are some men who sure would do us a little favour, in exchange for their freedom! Eight men, to be exactly, though one of them will be too well guarded to even get close to him!«

Inga knew what she meant. Sheikh Mansur was kept in a single cell. The surgeon had seen after his leg, and he had been given food, water and fresh clothes, but four men kept guard in front of the door, and two more under his barred window.

His men, however, had been locked into the former stables, and maybe, they were not even guarded at all.

»The Colonel keeps the key to the Sheikh’s cell on a chain around his neck – but the other keys are at the drawer in his bedroom – and I think they are negotiating in his office!«

The two women looked out of the window, seeing that it had become late afternoon. So, they still had a few hours to further elaborate their plan.

***