Blonde Needles in a Giant Haystack 21

Babette weakly raised her head a bit when her body spasmed, reacting to the cold of the water that reached to her boobs. She forced herself to move her legs, cringing when the rope between her legs sent a painful tingle through her. At least, it helped her to regain some strength to move, getting her blood to circulate again.

With her head staying above the water, the leather bands of her gag had dried out completely, increasing the pressure on the lower half of her face to an unbearable level. Babette’s throat felt sore, and the close presence of the water almost drove her insane. Twice, she had given in to panic, struggling and screaming to no avail. It had only weakened her further, with a short faint being the only solace.

How many hours had passed? Babette had lost all count of time, the only indicator was that she was sure the sparse light inside her tiny prison had become less. Was it six hours, eight, ten?

A hoarse groan came from her throat, barely audible even to her. She felt too dehydrated to even cry, and so, all she could do was to cling to her vanishing hope for someone, anyone finding her.

***

The Phantom had to ride at a slow pace, with his horse having to carry two persons. In addition, he wanted to give Dalanda a good taste of her future fate, and so, he had deliberately taken extra turns and occasional stops where he had further groped and fondled her, smiling at her body reacting to it, despite her still trying to resist.

So, it was by the evening when he finally reached Sheikh Mansur’s camp. To his surprise, there were only the few tents, with no sign of either the men or their horses. Unbeknownst to him, a few hours ago, Chalid had sent a message via his cell phone to the men still at the camp to gather with him. He feared that the Colonel’s men would launch a counterattack, and so, he wanted to withdraw and keep moving.

The men had obeyed Chalid’s order to only take horses, supplies and ammunition with them; in addition, none of them had dared to enter the tent of Sheikh Mansur, and so, Johanna and Gabriela had been left behind, not by evil will, but by coincidence.

The Phantom had dismounted and approached the abandoned camp with his weapon drawn, fearing an ambush. However, he could quickly see that there was no one, and so, he slipped into the Sheikh’s tent.

Having passed the entrance, he was hit by a strong fragrance, and in front of him, he saw a writhing figure in the darkness. The Phantom ducked and had almost fired when his eyes adjusted to the dark and saw that the figure was in fact two women sitting on the ground. The man lowered his gun.

In the light of the small lamp left behind, he could see further details. The two women were both stark naked, and even in the dark, he could see they were glistering with sweat. However, sweat wasn’t the only odour that was in the air.

They were sitting back to back, with each having her hands tied in the other’s lap. Both were thoroughly gagged, and they had their eyes closed, not having noticed him yet. The Phantom let his eyes wander over the woman facing him. She was a blonde, with sweaty and dishevelled curls, and her breasts were quite large. They were heaving from the woman panting, and she was writhing in her bonds in a rhythmical way. Guttural grunts came from her throat, and her pelvis moved faster and faster. When the Phantom looked closer, he saw the scarf tied between her legs – and the hands of her fellow captive playfully pulling on it.

A grin forming on his lips, the Phantom silently poured some more oil into the lamp and turned the valve, putting the tent into a reddish light. Then, he stood opposite to the excited woman and waited, watching closely as she reached her climax, just a few seconds after the other one. The Phantom removed the veil from his face and grinned down on Johanna, waiting for her to finally open her eyes.

***

Shortly after dawn, the caravanserai was quite silent. After their unexpected capture of the Sheikh, the fight would maybe come to an end, but still, most of his men were out there, and so, the Colonel had ordered the men to rest, except for the guards against an attack, although most, including the Colonel himself, considered this unlikely.

So, most men were sleeping or sitting together in small groups talking, with none of them noticing the two girls sneaking out of their room and down to the court where they hid in the darkness beside the staples.

The choice of which prisoners to visit was taken from them; Sheikh Mansur himself was guarded by no less than three men. Of the other seven men, four had been more or less wounded and therefore had been brought to an improvised sickbay where the medics had done their job and now, two guards were with the prisoners, rather bonding with them than actually treating them like prisoners. Among the group that was busy playing a dice game was also the soldier who had been ordered to guard the other three prisoners, and so, Inga and Carmen went to the abandoned door behind which they could hear some whispering in Arabic.

»Do you speak French?«, Carmen asked through a gap in the door. There was some more whispering, and then, a voice answered »Yes!«.

»We can get you out – if you do a favour for us!«

After a short pause, Carmen added:

»A favour that may also help your Sheikh, and your cause in general!«

Obviously, the men all spoke French, as another one now asked her what she meant by this. Carmen made sure Inga stood guard, and she bent closer to the gap, giving her instructions before she handed the key they had stolen from the board to the captive.

»Wait another hour, then go to the room with the scarf tied to the handle! If you get seen by the men, you will be shot, so, you better be careful!«

***

Luckily, the man at the main door understood some English, allowing Sato to make clear to him that he wanted to get outside. The guard seemed a little surprised, but he was a guest of the Colonel, no prisoner, and in addition, he had promised to stay close, so if there would be an attack, he could retreat to the caravanserai.

Sato had participated in the negotiations of Ben, John and the Colonel, but they had spoken French and so, he hadn’t been able to follow the conversation. In addition, John had begged him not to insist on putting up a rescue mission immediately.

»They sure will hand back the girls as a part of the things they have to pay for getting back their Sheikh! I will see for that, so, by tomorrow, they will be free, without a shot being fired!«

It sounded reasonable, and Sato even trusted John on that – not because he was an honourable man, but because he or Davenport would gain nothing by throwing the girls under the bus. However, just sitting there and watch the men talk in a foreign language was tearing on his nerves, and so, he had withdrawn from the Colonel’s office. Jeb had stayed with John, and Sato had been glad to be alone for a while.

A look at the room where the Sheikh was kept had told him it would have been to no avail to try beating the whereabouts of Johanna out of the man, and suddenly, he had felt the urge to be on his own, therefore leaving the camp. Sato was reasonable enough not to walk into the dark, trying to find Johanna; he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

So, he decided to just climb a hill some 100 yards away and rest on the other side; close enough in case of an attack, but remote enough to be undisturbed. Or at least, that was what he hoped when he had ascended the hill and saw a red glooming spot not far away. A second later, he could smell cigarette smoke.

Sato put the gun back into his belt. A spy, or the advance of an attack would not be so careless to smoke close to the enemy. He thought of trying to find another place when the man turned his head and raised his hand. In the moonlight, Sato could see it was the black man they had found at the Bedouins’ camp. Frowning, he approached.

»Marco?«

The man nodded, holding his pack of cigarettes to Sato who accepted the offer. He had to oppress a scoff, remembering what Johanna had jokingly said about allowing him only one cigarette after each time they had sex.

»Wanna talk?«

Partially, Sato hoped that the mercenary either didn’t speak English or just wanted to mind his own business. On the other hand, he was one of Ben’s men and therefore could spill some valuable information.

Marco inhaled before he answered. The Colonel’s medic had looked after him, giving him some medicine and changing his bandage, but the Bedouins had done a good job with his wound; he was still feeling weakened, but he no longer felt pain, and he knew he would recover – at least physically.

However, during his feverish dreams, the face (and the body) of Dalanda had haunted him, and now, he still had to think of her. As a soldier, Marco knew that sometimes, even the good and innocent were left behind, but nevertheless, he felt guilty for not having been able to protect her. So, he had ended the bonding with his comrades and told them that he needed a little time alone and had withdrawn from the camp, too.

»You were the guy who tried to free the blonde?«

Sato nodded, remembering the failed rescue mission at another continent, feeling as if it had been at another time, too. He felt the urge to grab the man’s lapel and beat him for what he, or rather his boss had done to Johanna – but he managed to ask instead:

»What was his plan in the first place? White Slavery?«

Marco chuckled, a sound that turned into a cough.

»Sorry, I just had to think of someone who isn’t white! Anyway, Mr. Keane is planning some big business at this area – the girls are just – pawns!«

»What happened to Babette?«

The Black turned towards the Japanese.

»We were attacked – most likely by the Sheikh’s men! They shot me, and they left with Babette – and Dalanda!«

On Sato’s frown, he added a short summary of who Dalanda was, and how she had ended up in their clutches. The Japanese stared into the dark. If he could find the place where Johanna was kept, he could perhaps also rescue Babette.

He asked Marco a few questions, but he could only give some vague answers about where the attack had happened. Sato wasn’t the most sensitive when it came to reading faces, but even he could tell that the Black was worrying about this Dalanda – in the same way he worried about Johanna.

»So, what was your intention with the girls – sell them all to the highest bidders?«

Marco lowered his head, only to then look at Sato.

»Somehow, yes! And at first, I didn’t mind – but somehow, after I met Dalanda, I-«

Sato patted the other man’s shoulder. After all, he knew all too well what the conflict between loyalty towards a superior, even when this meant leaving the legal path, and passion for a girl felt. A plan began to form in his head.

»If the Colonel, or your boss, manage to force the Sheikh to set the girls free – what would you do, if Dalanda’s with them?«

Marco let out a sigh.

»Dunno! I mean, I have some money, and Mr. Keane would sure not hold me back. I always was loyal, and I served him for five years, so, I could stay with her – if she wants to do so, that is!«

With a smile, he thought about the determination he had felt in the girl. Sato interrupted his memory by asking how he felt.

»I can ride slow pace, and I can also walk for a few miles, given I don’t have to carry heavy luggage – wait a minute, what do you have in mind?«

Sato slowly got up and removed the sand from his clothes.

»I want to try to get to the captives and talk to them – as friendly as possible!«

He helped Marco to get to his feet, too. The Black showed a wolfish grin.

»Seems you could need someone who speaks German and has a little experience in third grade interrogations!«

***

Sitting beside the ajar door of their room, Inga was getting nervous. Two times, she had thought that the captives were finally coming, but in each case, it had just been a man on his way to the latrines. She was about to say something to Carmen when she finally saw a shadow on the corridor. It were the three men, sneaking close to the wall to avoid being seen from the yard.

»Here!«, she hissed, waving towards them. A few seconds later, they had entered the room and Inga closed the door behind them. She could now give them a better look. Two of them had slight wounds, and one of them was more a boy than a man. Anyway, they couldn’t be picky.

»So, what exactly do you want from us?«

It was the man whom they seemed to accept as their leader. He introduced himself as Wassim, and his two comrades as Ayoub and Ali. Carmen pointed at the bed where some coiled rope was lying, together with two rolls of tape and two canvas sacks.

»The girls I told you about are in the next room! They have been very exhausted, and in addition, we managed to send them a bottle of wine! So, with a little bit of luck, they are sleeping soundly! If not, we’ve got this!«

After their trip to the captives, both she and Inga had visited the infirmary where the Swede had pretended to have cramps in her thighs. She had exposed her legs to the man, and as hoped, he had been so occupied with her shapely legs that Carmen could easily pick a bottle of ether and a pack of cotton wool. Wassim took both and nodded.

»What about weapons?«

Inga went for the desk.

»We couldn’t risk raising suspicion, so, we only have these!«

She handed a dagger to each man. Wassim had already made two wads from the cotton wool. Inga peeped out of the door she had opened a bit, and Carmen whispered:

»Inga and I will now leave, get down to the yard and ask for the way to the toilets! We know they are in the other direction, but if we play clumsy and helpless, the guards will lead us there, distracting them from you leaving this room and entering the next. Are you ready?«

»One minute!«

Whilst Wassim carefully soaked the two wads, Ali cut some lengths of rope whilst Ayoub ripped off several pieces of tape he loosely applied to the shoulders of him and his comrades. Carmen watched with fascination: these men were not committing their first abduction.

When she and Inga had left, the men put the ropes into their belts and as a further precaution took off their shoes. They heard a female voice and a response by one of the men, and they carefully left the room.

Behind the next door, Ali, who had the sharpest ears, could hear nothing, and so, he slowly opened the door, hoping the hinges wouldn’t screech.

Inside, he could see that both girls were lying on the bed, side by side. Then, he had to oppress a gasp. It wasn’t the first time he met these two!

Both Melissa and Ana had been equipped with T-Shirts, but otherwise, they still only had their respective panties. They had washed provisionally and devoured the food they had been given; then, there had been the waiting for any news. Both had stormed Inga when she had brought them the bottle of wine, but the Swede had only been able to tell them the Colonel was still negotiating with Ben, John and the others.

The combination of tedium, fear and having some wine had caused them to empty the bottle, and though it hadn’t been too much, they had soon decided to sleep as they were both more than tired.

The sight of the two girls would have caused the men to laugh if the circumstances had been different: Melissa had rolled into a foetal ball, and with her butt, she was pushing against Ana, sending her closer and closer towards the edge of the bed. It would be a matter of minutes until she would land on the floor.

With a few signs, the three men communicated and positioned themselves beside the bed. Melissa moved with a sigh, and Ana was about to follow gravity and fall off the bed. However, she never touched the ground.

Both Ayoub and Ali slung their arms around her, one pressing her arms to her body, the other grabbing her lower legs. Wassim, who held one of the rags, put it over the girl’s mouth and pressed her head against his chest with both hands.

For a few seconds, the drowsy Ana just chortled a bit and didn’t even try to struggle. Then, she opened her eyes, but could only see the bed on which Melissa still was sleeping. Some sweet odour filled her nose, and she inhaled more of it when she tried to breathe.

»Mhm?«

Ali and Ayoub tightened the grip around her limbs, and Wassim also pressed the soaked rag harder on her mouth and nose. Ana’s eyes widened, and she began to squirm.

»Mhhrrrrrmmmmm! Uuhhmmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmph!«

It was the 30 seconds that meant success or failure, in their case maybe even death. If Melissa woke up and screamed, none of them could stop her without having to let Ana go. They were nervously watching the sleeping German, their hearts pounding on every slight move of her, whilst they kept the struggling and moaning Ana in their vice grip. After what seemed hours, but had in reality just been 30 seconds, her fighting became weaker, and her muffled screams turned into wheezing. Wassim watched her eyes that finally twisted, indicating the girl had collapsed.

They waited for another minute before lowering her to the floor. Melissa, noticing she had more room, slowly turned onto her back, her chest heaving and her mouth slightly open.

Again, the men signalled to each other, and this time, Wassim took the second rag in his right palm, one of the tape strips into his other. Ali went to her feet with a piece of rope, and Ayoub got ready to grab her wrists. Wassim counted on three in his head; then, he clicked his tongue.

Melissa, who had been dreaming of Gabriela, already had her eyes taped and a rope around her ankles before she even realized that something was disturbing her sleep. She tried to reach for the sudden pressure on her face, but Ayoub had grabbed her wrists firmly and was pinning her onto the bed. Ali had meanwhile finished tying her ankles and also put his weight onto her legs, and so, with Wassim being able to concentrate on forcing the ether-soaked wad onto her mouth and nose, she was also no match for the three men and soon followed Ana into unconsciousness.

Ali now went towards the door and listened for anyone seeing them whilst the two others quickly tied both girls at wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. With a grin, Wassim cut the T-Shirt from Ana, followed by her pink panties he handed to Ayoub.

»We need to gag them!«

His comrade stuffed the garment into Melissa’s mouth, followed by half of the T-Shirt. The other half, he tied between her lips before the gag was further secured by several rounds of tape. More tape went over the girl’s eyes and her fingers.

With the help of Melissa’s white panties with the red Polka dots and her T-Shirt cut from her body, Ana was tied, gagged and bound identically, and Ayoub and Wassim took them over their shoulders. Only seven minutes after they had left Carmen’s and Inga’s room, they re-entered it.

***

The temperature in the stuffy black tent had been high, and Johanna’s and Gabriela’s intimate struggles with their bonds and their growing passion had risen it even higher. And yet, Johanna now felt as if an icy waterfall was running down her spine when the man, an Arab wearing a black turban, looked down at her with a sardonic smile. She was panting and as if to add to her embarrassment, her body spasmed from one last wave of her orgasm. Johanna knew that the man had watched her climax, and she let her head sink, her cheeks burning with shame.

Without a word, still with his grin, the man encircled the two captives, enjoying the humiliated expression on Gabriela’s face, too. Then, he left the tent, only to return little after, carrying a large bundle.

He placed it on the floor, so both Gabriela and Johanna could see it was a woman, stark naked like themselves. She was black, and her eyes and mouth were hidden under a massive gag and blindfold. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her legs were folded and tied ankle to thigh. A fine film of perspiration was covering her skin, and since her bondage forced her to keep her thighs open, the girls could see the Black’s pubic mound was clean shaven.

The man made no attempt to either free the girl nor did he touch Gabriela or Johanna. Instead, he lit a small fire and began to prepare some tea. After some time, Gabriela, who had recovered a little from her embarrassment, moaned through her gag, and the man focussed her. In capable French, but with an accent, he said:

»You are Sheikh Mansur’s property, and he will sure soon return! I am his guest, and therefore allowed to enjoy the hospitality of his tent – but you are not of my business! Maybe, I shouldn’t even look at you – but I think he will give me some slack on that!«

Again, he grinned and let his eyes wander over the two girls, drinking in their nudity, their still hardened nipples, the wetness between their legs. Never before had any of the two felt so exposed and naked. The Black made a faint sound, and the man knelt beside her, groping her breasts in a not too gentle way.

»We will stay here and wait for Sheikh Mansur’s return! If he won’t show up until tomorrow at dawn, we will leave, but now, I need a little rest!«

He fell silent again and took care of his tea, pouring some into a small cup and sipping from it. He then left the tent again, and Johanna could feel Gabriela trying to loosen her bonds, but to no avail. They remained as they were until the man returned, the saddle he carried indicating he had taken care of his horse.

The man also had brought a water hose, and as he embedded the Black in his lap, Johanna could see a small bit of a tube protrude from her gagged mouth. He placed the spout on it, and though some ran down her cheeks, he managed to instill some water into Dalanda who greedily drank. The man then allowed both Johanna and Gabriela to suck water through their gags, and like the other girl, their thirst was stronger than the knowledge each drip was filtered by another woman’s used panties, and in Johanna’s case also by a filthy sock.

He groped both girls’ flanks, chuckling as they squirmed from the tickle attack, and having squeezed their sides harder, he commented:

»The brunette could have some more fodder, one can feel her ribs!«

He let his index finger run down her ribcage, and the girl helplessly squirmed and squealed. Then, he not so gently squeezed Johanna’s skin.

»You are quite right, Blondie – but as I said, you are Sheikh Mansur’s property, and so, there’s no food for you!«

He bent over Dalanda and whispered something into her ear. He spoke Arabic, and so, only she understood what he said:

»You, my dear, will be fed tomorrow – but the starters will be a very personal gift from me!«

***

Carmen oppressed a gasp when she entered her room, followed by Inga. As they had hoped, the soldier on duty had escorted them to the latrines, waiting until they were finished, a gentle gesture that Carmen had rewarded with a kiss on his cheek whilst Inga had told him that as the Colonel’s Mistress, she could only thank him by words.

They had seen that at least, no alarm had been risen, and a quick look inside the room of Melissa and Ana had told them they were gone. So, they had expected the three Arabs had escaped, but now, they were inside their room. On the bed, they could see the bodies of two naked women, both tied hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded. They obviously were still unconscious, as they were neither moving nor moaning.

»Why are you still here? We told you that your horses have been left outside, so, you can take some and ride off!«

Wassim stepped forward, and he cleared his throat before he spoke:

»Madame, we are very grateful for what you did to us! Not only did you make our escape possible, you also gave us something the Sheikh’s son can use in his negotiations to free his father!«

He pointed at the two trussed up girls before he continued:

»So, I can’t stay silent upon a flaw of your plan!«

In a cumbersome way, he explained that if they just ran off, taking the girls with them, suspicion could fall on Carmen and Inga, since they had been seen near the staples. Carmen exchanged a look with the Swede who had to admit that Wassim had a point there.

»So, what are you suggesting?«

Wassim took a deep breath.

»Perhaps, it would be better if the Colonel thinks that we somehow escaped our prison and then left through this window«, he pointed at it, »since the one in the other room’s too small!«

It was Inga who got him first:

»You are saying, to make this look convincing, you would have to either knock us out or tie us up!«

Wassim nodded, seemingly relived, and he held up a bunch of precut ropes. Inga sighed.

»You are right – and at least, Carmen and I have got some experience in being tied up!«

She wanted to turn her back and cross her wrists when Wassim again cleared his throat. Then, he stated:

»Forgive me, but you are the Mistresses of our enemies! So, we would never leave you just tied up – we would also take some of your dignity!«

This time, it was Carmen who understood first. With a chuckle that hid her awkwardness, she cocked her head.

»You want us to strip!«

Wassim nodded, and he wasn’t able to hide the fact that here, he was combining the necessary with the pleasant. Carmen sighed and took off her tunic, followed by Inga who ostentatiously thrust out her boobs.

Quickly, but efficiently, Wassim and Ayoub tied their wrists. When they also did their elbows, carmen protested, but Wassim told her that the side effect was part of the humiliation. The two could admire the side effect, having to thrust out their breasts, on the two unconscious captives, and they had experienced elbow ties before. Nevertheless, they grunted when their elbows met and their shoulders already felt strained.

Wassim stood in front of them, licking his lips. At first, the two panty-clad women thought he was just staring at them, but then, Inga asked what the problem was.

»We also have to gag you!«

Carmen gulped, but she managed to sound calm as she responded:

»We know! There are some scarves on the desk!«

Wassim hesitated, and they could see his eyes wander further down, to their panty-clad crotches. Inga shook her head.

»No! Not those! Not again! I mean, you may take them off if necessary, but I won’t let you put those in my mouth!«

Wassim seemed to think about it, as he said something in Arabic to Ayoub. Then, he stepped in front of Inga and reached for the waistband of her white Lycra panties.

»Promise me they won’t go into my mouth!«

Wassim promised, and the Swede held still, though her chest was heaving from oppressed emotions, as the man slowly peeled down the garment and made her step out of them. The panties were placed on the bed, and Ayoub began tying Inga’s legs whilst Wassim approached carmen who nodded, but could not avoid blushing when he took off the lacy French Knickers from her.

Once both women were tied at ankles and knees, Wassim, after one last look at their garments, took two of the scarves and started to ball them up. Inga frowned; the way he did it, the exaggerated gesture reminded her of something, and then, it clicked inside her mind:

»Like a stage magician!«

She knew that a great deal of the show such magicians did was distracting the audience from how the trick was done. And indeed, she now felt as if there had been something behind them, where the other two men were standing. A faint sound, like water glugging from a bottle-

It was too late. At the same moment, both Ayoub and Ali attacked them from behind and pressed the freshly soaked cotton wool wads over their mouths and noses, stepping backwards so the trussed up girls lost their balance and had no chance to fight off the attack. Wassim grabbed Inga’s legs to prevent the stronger woman from fighting off Ayoub, but after a minute of desperate squirming and muffled screaming, fist Carmen and then Inga collapsed in their captors’ arms.

Wassim once again checked the door whilst his comrades kept the wads over their victims’ faces for another minute. Still, no one outside had become suspicious. Behind him, Ayoub giggled:

»We only have two sacks for the four of them! Do you think they mind sharing one?«

Wassim put his hand on his ear.

»Well, I hear no complaint!«

Both men allowed themselves a short laughter to get rid of some of the tension. Then, he reached for Inga’s panties and took a deep breath as he held them to his nose.

»I thought you promised to not put them into her mouth«, Ayoub said with a drawling voice. He had turned Carmen onto her side so he could tape her fingers. Wassim crouched beside them and grabbed Carmen’s scalp, forcing her head back, so she had to open her mouth.

»Well, as a man of honour, I will of course keep that promise!«

Slowly, but thoroughly, he began to work the large wad of Lycra behind Carmen’s teeth.

***