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Belinda’s hands finally came
free. She grunted into her gag with
relief and was pleased to see that, behind the tape across her mouth, Jana’s
features curled into an encouraging smile.
The
trouble was that Belinda was still roped to the pillar by bonds that prevented
her from pulling her arms around front.
The rope around her waist was the tightest. But, the one just beneath her breasts
did the most damage. Not only
did it hold her on to tiptoe, it was wedged into the moulding at the bottom of
her bra, and stopped her from slipping her bonds.
Belinda cursed the size of her
thirty-six C breasts. Had they been
smaller, they might have allowed the rope to slide over them. As it was, Belinda was
stuck.
She
looked across again at Jana. Like
her, Jana was lashed to the post.
He wrists were between her body and the pillar and there were ropes
around her torso below her breasts and around her waist. Her dress had been torn away at crotch
level, leaving her long legs sheathed only in shimmery, flesh-tone nylon. They were lashed tightly together and to
the post along their entire length, with rope cutting in to the softness of her
flesh above and below her knees and around her thighs. She was held rigid. Belinda knew that if either of them were
going to escape, it would have to be she.
Besides, Belinda had been tied
so that only her toes were touching the ground. The length of rope immediately below her
breasts saw to that. She had been
standing that way now long enough for the muscles in her calves and thighs to
have become knotted with the strain.
She desperately wanted to put her shoe-less heels down. But the chest rope, pushed up against
the moulding at the base of her bra, prevented that. There was nothing she could do to free
herself while that rope was in place.
She was defeated by her own breasts.
She
had to get free. Twisting her arms
around front as much as she could, she grabbed the rope just below her breasts
and pulled it away from her body the best she could. The result was that the other coils of
rope tightened up, digging into her body as a result. It hurt and there wasn’t much slack as a
result. But, Belinda gambled that
there was just enough to squeeze it up over the curves of her chest. So she pushed her heels down to the
ground.
It
nearly worked. The rope dislodged
from the underwiring of Belinda’s bra.
As Belinda went downwards it snapped into her breasts about a quarter way
up them. The bra Belinda wore
beneath her shirt was made of cotton and lycra. It was not particularly sturdy and only
the bottom half of each cup was solid.
The rest was lace, and as such it only gave a little protection against
the rope that now cut into Belinda’s curves. She had to go on. There was no way she could stand there
with that fierce rope cutting into her breasts for much longer. Her bra may have given some
cushioning. But it didn’t give
much.
Belinda looked down. The chest rope had now lodged itself
against the fourth button of Belinda’s shirt. The button above had already been
unfastened by Ramon and the top two, the two above, had torn off in the
car. As a result, event though she
was still decent, the white lace of Belinda’s bra was clearly visible. But that wasn’t much consolation. Belinda didn’t fancy giving a display of
her choice of bra to Ramon, or even to Lupe.
The
obvious way out was to try and give the rope greater slack. Belinda tugged at the appropriate
coil. But she failed. So, she continued to push her breasts
down beneath the chest binding, hoping that something would give. It did. The rope pushed the last fastened button
on her shirt so hard that it flew off, landing on the floor with a
clutter.
Worse
was to come. The chest rope passed
over the widest point of Belinda’s chest, squeezing the reporter’s chest as it
did so. As it moved upwards, it
caught the last remaining button on Belinda’s shirt, the one Ramon had undone, and
tore that one of to. Belinda, whose
legs were still tied, began to fall forward. She wind milled with her hands to stop
herself. But could find nothing to
catch on to. So she fell forward
until the chest restraint caught her at neck-level. Her shirt gaped open at the front. But, she was able to use her hands to
free herself from the pillar and untie her legs.
She
looked across at Jana. The
photographer’s gagged expression was one of congratulation combined with a plea
for help. Belinda pulled away the
gagging scarf and spat out the rag that had been stuffed in to her mouth. She coughed and retched for a moment
before untucking her shirt and knotting the front together beneath her breasts
in an attempt to make herself decent.
Then she went to free Jana.
They had to hurry. The Baroness, Lupe and Ramon might return at any moment.
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Diamond Dayle was anything but decent. She had been forced to strip down to her chemise, panties, socks and her unseen bra.
And she had been gagged with her own hair and an unseemly amount of medical tape, which had been wound around her head. She had been trussed up, carried out a back way and loaded into in the trunk of her own Bentley. But not before she had seen the Hispanic woman disappear to emerge wearing her clothes, including the belt with her trade-mark buckle, and a wig, which was cut in the same style and length as Diamond’s own. Diamond knew that the impersonation would not fool anyone who saw her close up. But it would be enough to persuade anyone who saw her from a reasonable distance that she was leaving the car show voluntarily.
And it must have worked.
Because Diamond’s car was rolling gently along the highway with the country and western singer in the trunk.
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It took Belinda Carver several minutes to untie Jana.
She would have liked to have taken off her gag first. Jana’s cheeks were so bloated that she looked like a hamster. Her mouth had to be stuffed very full of cloth. Belinda knew from her own recent experience how unpleasant such as gag was. And hers hadn’t been nearly as bad. She dearly wanted to ungag the poor photographer. But she knew that their captors could return at any moment. Time was of the essence.
She was right.
No sooner had she released Jana from the pillar by untying the rope
around her torso and legs when they heard a car draw up, outside their
prison.
Belinda turned on her feet and
darted for her shoes. They were
about twenty feet away, where Ramon had left them on the workbench. As she did so, Jana reached to her mouth
and tried to pick the tape where it ended on her cheek.
The
door opened and Ramon’s arm appeared.
He clearly hadn’t noticed that they were free. He was probably too confident in his own
binding skills. Pulling the
workshop doors open, he disappeared again.
Belinda turned. Going for her shoes was far too
risky.
‘The
window,’ she whispered, noticing as she did that Jana was having trouble getting
the tape off.
Both
women darted for the window. As
they did so, a Bentley Silver Cloud pulled into the
workshop.
‘This
one,’ corrected Belinda, pointing to a window some ten feet away from the
first.
Unlike Belinda’s original
choice, this one was out of sight of the main part of the
workshop.
As
soon as she had reached the window, Belinda swung it open. Jana was immediately at her side, her
chest heaving at the strain of breathing just though her nose. Belinda was aware that she was still
picking at the tape across her lips.
‘Here
let me,’ Belinda said softly. She
picked at the tape for a second and then whipped it off. With her mouth so thoroughly stuffed,
Jana was unable to deliver the scream, which came naturally to her lips. But her eyes said it all. It hurt.
‘They’ve escaped,’ Belinda heard
a German voice declare. ‘We must
find them.’
For a
second Belinda and Jana were still.
Then Belinda looked up to see the red of the rubber ball between Jana’s
white lips. As Jana opened her
mouth further in order to remove it, Belinda could see how big it
was.
It
was huge. ‘Oh, no,’ Belinda said in
sympathetic horror.
‘What
was that?’
Both
woman froze at Lupe’s words. They
stood motionless for a minute.
‘It
is nothing, Lupe’ the Baroness said.
‘Ramon, look outside.’
Belinda’s lips mimed phew. Jana reached up and slowly and with difficulty prised the ball from her mouth.
Then
it happened. As Jana finally got
the ball out, it slipped from her fingers and flew up into the
air.
Time
stood still. Then the ball landed
with a plonk on the workshop floor and began to roll towards the main body of
the room.
‘There,’ Lupe yelled
suddenly.
Belinda didn’t wait. She pulled up her short skirt and hefted
her right leg on to the sill. As
she did so, her skirt rose higher.
Belinda reached into the window and pulled herself up and
through.
There
was a tearing sound. Belinda’s
skirt was already torn to mid thigh on the left. It had happened earlier in the rear of
the car. Now the right side caught
itself on the catch at the bottom of the window and opened a rent. Inertia did the rest. As Belinda dropped to the ground on the
outside of the building, the tear opened right up.
Belinda looked down, convinced
that her skirt would be torn right off.
The activity had already opened her shirt again, and Belinda expected to
find herself in little more than her bra and panties.
She
was in luck, the tear opened up her right side all the way to the waistband of
her skirt. But that half-inch of
material stopped it from coming off entirely.
Without stopping to retie her
shirt, Belinda began a shoeless sprint towards the road. She looked back to see Jana follow her
through the window. The reduction
of Jana’ dress to little more than a fringe around the tops of her thighs helped
and the photographer, aided also by shoes, began to sprint in Belinda’s
direction.
Belinda paused for a second to
let the photographer catch up.
‘Keep
going,’ Jana roared, gesticulating.
Belinda responded by sprinting
for the side of workshop to try and come back to the road. As she reached the corner, she looked
back to see that Ramon had leapt through the window and was in hot pursuit of
Jana. It was an arresting sight and
Belinda stopped for a moment to take it in, wondering if she should go back in
case Jana needed help.
It
was a stupid idea, of course. But
at least it meant that the coast should be clear for Belinda to get away. After all, it had been Ramon who
had gone out of the workshop door when their escape had been noticed. Evidently he had come back to give chase
through the window.
Belinda looked back again. Just in time to see Ramon grab
Jana. She heard Jana screech, only
to have that muffled when Ramon thrust his hand across Jana’s
mouth.
The
reporter turned to make a run for it and came face to face with the barrel of an
automatic pistol.
‘Going somewhere. No?’ the Baroness
said.
Belinda stood stationary, while
Ramon wrestled Jana to their side.
She watched while Ramon pulled Jana’s wrists behind her back, crossed
them and bound them with a piece of rope from his pocket.
‘Ouch,’ Jana declared. ‘Do you mind?’
‘Not one bit, Señorita,’ Ramon declared. He fished in his pocket for a second piece and used that to tie Belinda in the same way.
‘Better gag them, Ramon,’ the
Baroness ordered. ‘We don’t want
them shouting out. Use
this.’
She
held up a large piece of cloth and tore it in half. Both pieces were considerably bigger
than the piece that had previously gagged Belinda.
The
Baroness had clearly taken a binding kit with her when she went to look
for them, because, while Ramon stuffed their mouths with the cloth, she produced
a role of flesh-coloured medical tape.
She tore off two strips of this and stretched it across Belinda and
Jana’s mouths.
The
two captives were roughly marched through a side door the building and back into
the workshop. Lupe was there. She was holding a wig and she was
dressed remarkably like the singer, Diamond Dayle. She at once took over and supervised the
rest of Belinda and Jana’s bondage.
First, their wrist bonds were cinched. Then, they were backed against posts and
tied to them at neck and waist.
Finally, their ankles, knees and thighs were bound and cinched, with all
the intimate touching the last implied, and were also lashed to the
pillar.
When
they had finished, Lupe and Ramon stood back and surveyed their efforts, like an
artist admiring his canvas.
‘Veery nice,’ Lupe said. ‘Now that your shirt is open, Señorita Carver, I can see that we are in for a very fine time. Soon we will discover exactly what you have inside that bra.’
To emphasise the point, she inserted her finger under the lace trimming at the shoulder strap end of the left cup of Belinda’s bra and traced the curved line downwards towards the point where the cups were linked by a narrow strip of material.
Belinda shuddered at the touch. But Lupe inserted the same finger in the other cup and continued upwards.
‘Very nice,’ she said, when she had finished. ‘How about the other?’
Ramon immediately took hold of the high neck of Jana’s dress and tore downwards. Now the garment was not only crotch-length. It had a plunge neckline. It even showed her navel. Beneath it, Jana’s wore a half-cup bra in peach tones.
‘Not so big, eh Ramon?’ Lupe commented. ‘But it is quantity not quality that counts.’
Belinda and Jana were left like that for a while. Both struggled with their bonds for a bit. But neither found any slack at all. Besides with their captors in the room, there was no real chance of escape.
Then, to their surprise, the Baroness opened the trunk of the stately Bentley Silver cloud, and drew out a bound and gagged woman. Her mouth was swathed in several strips of adhesive tape and she appeared to have been gagged with her own hair, but despite that she was instantly recognizable. She stood about five foot one, had slim build and raven hair. She wore a peach-coloured chemise and a pair of tiny white panties. The spaghetti straps of the chemise competed for attention with the slightly more substantial straps of her bra. But other than the otherwise unseen bra, she had no additional clothing.
It was Diamond Dayle.
‘Tie her to the post,’ the Baroness ordered.
Diamond’s legs were tied above and below the knees and around the ankles. Her hands were bound behind her. There was rope around her arms and torso. Ramon leaned her against a third pillar and Lupe lashed her to it along the length of her legs and body.
The Baroness marched along the line.
‘You are mine. No? Frauleins,’ she started. ‘Only one of you by design, maybe. But none the worse for that. Soon we will go on a little journey. But first we must examine the merchandise. I think we will start with the nosey little reporter, who thought that she could bring down a great car robbery syndicate. So naïve. Ramon, please release, Fraulein Carver from the pillar and untie her hands and legs. But, leave on the gag for now. I do not want to hear her irritating voice any more than necessary.’
Belinda felt herself untied form
her forced ramrod stance, and her limbs untied. She stood there, self-consciously,
wondering what on earth the German meant by inspecting the
merchandise.
Suddenly, she found
out.
‘Strip,’ ordered the
Baroness.
Belinda was still gagged. Her mouth was wedged full by a large
piece of cloth and her lips were sealed with flesh-coloured medical tape. It made her want to retch and her jaw
ached with a vengeance.
Instinctively, she raised her right hand to her
mouth.
‘Leave the gag, Fraulein,’ the Baroness asserted. ‘Just take off your clothes.’
Belinda wasn’t wearing a great deal. Her shoes had been taken from her long ago. Her shirt was without buttons and now gaped open to show the front of her white lace bra. Her skirt was torn. Amazingly her pantyhose had stayed more or less intact. She looked from the Baroness to Lupe, and then to Ramon. Whereas the Baroness looked cold, as if this were just business for her, the Mexican and her brother were licking their lips in anticipation. She knew that the strip show would be as enjoyable for them as it would be humiliating for her.
‘I said, “strip”, Fraulein Carver. That simple instruction is clearly too difficult for you. But I will make it easy for you, no? I will announce each item of clothing I wish you to remove in turn. If you do not remove it fast enough, I will have Ramon here do it for you. Understand?’
Reluctantly, Belinda nodded.
‘Excellent, Fraulein. Now start with your skirt. Take it off.’
Despite the rent in her skirt,
the fastening had stayed together.
Belinda swiftly undid that and stepped out of the black garment. The Baroness clapped approvingly. The shirt Belinda wore was just long
enough to hide her the panties she wore beneath her
pantyhose.
‘Now
the blouse, Fraulein.
It is no longer buttoned, I know, and it therefore reveals quite a
lot. But, if we are to get a proper
look of what your bra is concealing, you must take it off.’
Belinda groaned silently. Her shirt cuff buttons were still
fastened. Her fingers shook with
nerves as she undid those. Slowly,
she took the shirt off. Now every
detail of her underwear was revealed.
The flesh-coloured pantyhose was insufficient to hide the brevity of the
white panties she wore beneath.’
‘Pantyhose, now
Fraulein,’ the Baroness continued.
I never did understand why you Americans called it by such a silly
name.’
Belinda wound the pantyhose down
her legs and stood there in her bra and panties. The next order was not long in
coming.
‘Bra,’ the Baroness
snapped. Across the room, Ramon
licked his lips as Belinda reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. His sister was barely any less
appreciative.
There
was an intake of breath as Belinda shrugged off her bra. Two pairs of eyes gawped in
amazement. Only the Baroness
appeared unmoved by the revelation.
She was certainly appreciative.
But her gaze remained one of someone admiring a good purchase rather than
the sexual interest that Ramon and his sister showed.
‘Panties,’ the Baroness not
ordered.
Investigative reporters were
like Lois Lane. They
triumphed. They might occasionally
get captured bound and gagged. But
they easily escaped. And they
certainly never lost any of their clothes.
Belinda tucked her thumbs under the strip of elastic across each of her
hips in readiness to lower her panties.
But did nothing.
‘Ramon,’ the Baroness ordered,
sharply.
Ramon
stepped forward. But before he
could do anything, Belinda pulled her panties down over her hips and unhooked
them from her ankles. Defensively,
she pressed her legs together.
‘Hands on head,
Fraulein.’
Belinda did, as she was told,
aware that the posture raised her breasts.
Nude except for the rectangle of medical tape across her mouth, she
blushed scarlet as the Baroness, Lupe and Ramon examined every inch of her naked
form. They even made her turn
around so that they could get a good look at her back and bottom. Belinda dearly wanted to lower her hands
from her head; but didn’t dare.
‘What
do you think, Lupe?’ the Baroness said after five silent minutes. ‘She’s not bad. Is she? No?’
‘Si, Baroness. Not bad, not bad at all,’ Lupe
replied. ‘She has superb
boobs. They are full and ripe and
so succulent. I am really looking
forward to playing with them.’
‘Mmpphh, mmpphh,’ Belinda
groaned in disbelief. They were
speaking of her breasts as if they were ripened fruit.
‘Superb boobs indeed, Lupe, the
Baroness continued. Boobs of that
quality are much sought after. I
think, however, that we should find out exactly what size they are. No?’
‘Mmpphh, mmpphh,’ Belinda
groaned again. This time it was in
dissent.
‘Si,
Señora,’ Lupe replied. ‘I
will look in her bra. It will tell
us there what size she wears.’
‘No,
Lupe. I wish to hear from
Fraulein Carver herself what size bra she wears. Perhaps, Ramon if you would be so kind
to ungag our nosey little reporter.’
Ramon
made no effort to be gentle as he tore the tape from Belinda’s mouth. The journalist needed to use her hands
to prise the cloth from between her teeth.
The piece that Lupe had used on her earlier was too big for her merely to
spit it out.
‘You’re crazy: all of you,’
Belinda snapped as soon as she could speak. ‘You’re going to gaol. I’ll see to that.’
‘Ah,
such brave words,’ the Baroness said, grinning. Such defiance from one who is naked and
a prisoner of superior force.
No?’
Belinda said
nothing.
‘You
have been a bad girl. But I shall
not punish you for your outburst, Fraulein. Not this time, at least. …
Now, please will you tell us your bra size.’
Belinda blushed again. ‘Thirty-six C,’ she said,
reluctantly.
‘Very
good. That wasn’t so hard. Was it, Fraulein? No?’ Now, Lupe, if you could just look in
Fraulein Carver’s bra and check if Fraulein Carver is telling the
truth.’
Belinda watched self-consciously
while the Mexican examined her bra, finally locating the label inside the left
cup.
‘Thirty-six C, Baroness’ she
said after a minute. ‘She is
telling the truth.’
‘That
is good,’ the Baroness said. ‘There
are indeed superb breasts. Round
and high. And the rest isn’t bad
either. Narrow waist, slender
hips. But, I think there might be a
few unnecessary ounces on Fraulein Carver’s body. What do you think,
Lupe?’
Lupe
licked her lips and examined Belinda.
Belinda was secretly outraged.
She carried absolutely no superfluous weight.’
‘Si, you may be right,
Baroness.’
‘Perhaps, Fraulein
Carver, you should tell us how tall you are and what you
weigh.’
‘What?’ Belinda exclaimed. ‘You’ve got to be
joking.’
‘I
joke not, Fraulein Carver. Now tell
me what I want to know. Or I will
have to take an alternative action.’
‘I’m
five foot seven,’ Belinda said at last.
‘And I weigh a hundred and eighteen pounds. Or at least I did last
week.’
‘Perhaps, Fraulein, you
have one too many cream cakes since then,’ the Baroness quipped. ‘Perhaps you’ll be so good as to tell us
your waist measurement, please.’
‘Twenty four inches,’ Belinda
spat, before adding, ‘SATISFIED?’
The
Baroness smiled. ‘Satisfied? Why of course I’m satisfied, Fraulein
Carver. Why should I not
be when I have you here, in front of me, naked. And when you have such an excellent
body. But no, I am not
satisfied. I know that you have
size thirty-six C breasts. And I
know that you have a twenty-four inch waist. But I do not yet know what size
your hips are. That you must tell
me.’
Belinda just wanted to get the
ordeal over with and to be allowed to put her clothing back on. ‘Thirty-five inches,’ she said, resigned
to the embarrassment of having her body discussed publicly while standing naked
with her hands on her head.
But
there was no end to her humiliation.
The Baroness and Lupe proceeded to turn their attention to an even more
personal area.
‘Tell
me, Fraulein Carver, that nice triangle of pubic hair, you have. It seems lighter than the hair on your
head. Don’t you
think?’
Belinda, quite taken aback,
reddened appreciably.
‘I’m waiting, Fraulein.’
Belinda had no idea what to
say.
‘You
are speechless, Fraulein.
Perhaps we need a better look.
Legs apart,’ the
Baroness ordered.
‘W-what?’ Belinda
stammered.
‘Legs
apart, Fraulein,’ the Baroness said calmly. ‘If I am to inspect you properly, I need
to look everywhere. So spread your
legs now, or I will have Ramon tie you spread-eagled.’
Put
like that, Belinda had no choice.
It was hardly possible for her to blush any more deeply, as she parted
her legs.
But
the Baroness wasn’t satisfied.
‘Wider,’ she
barked.
Belinda widened her stance until
her feet were about two feet apart.
That at least contented the Baroness, who now pleased herself with ogling
Belinda’s crotch.
‘Do
you like what you see, Lupe?’ the Baroness asked.
‘Si, si, Señora,’ Belinda said with extreme enthusiasm. But said nothing more.
It seemed an age before she stopped
looking. To Belinda every second
seemed an eternity.
Suddenly, Lupe spoke. ‘I am not quite satisfied yet, Señora,’ she said. ‘Make her play with herself,’ she demanded, ‘like you did the Bullard woman. I want to see how responsive to arousal she is.’
Belinda began to panic. Suddenly the space between her legs seemed a mile wide.
The Baroness frowned. ‘Later, perhaps, Lupe,’ she said. ‘Now we have a lot to do.’
Lupe’s face was suddenly downcast. ‘But …’
‘No buts, Lupe. After all, do you not want to see what assets the other two have.’
Lupe was thoughtful for a minute. Then her features brightened.
‘Of course, Señora,’ she said.
‘You may dress again, Fraulein Carver,’ the Baroness said finally. ‘I am satisfied.’
Belinda was relieved to hear those words at last. The ones that followed were not so welcome.
‘Bra and panties only. We will dispose of the rest of your clothes.’
‘You
cannot be joking,’ Belinda exclaimed.
It’s indecent. And beside
I’ll freeze.’
‘It’s
not just you, Fraulein Carver.
Your photographer friend and Diamond Dayle will soon join you in the same
situation. And yes, I agree that
you current bra and panties are not particularly inductive to decency. Not as much I think as the average
bikini. But your bra and those
panties seem to me to be appropriate cover for one in your predicament. You may go naked if you
prefer.’
‘No,’
Belinda stammered. ‘That is all
right.’ She hurriedly stepped into
her panties and endeavoured to pull them up her legs. Putting on panties while standing proved
a remarkably embarrassing activity.
Ramon certainly enjoyed the show.
The panties now seemed even tinnier to Belinda than they had when she
took them off. As soon as she had
them on, she retrieved her bra and put that on as well. The bra was designed more to enhance her
breasts than conceal them. But at
least it was something.
‘Lupe, if you’d be so good as to
tie and gag, Fraulein Carver once again,’ the Baroness said. Fraulein Carver. If you would put your hands behind your
back.’
Belinda crossed her wrists
behind her back as Lupe came at her with a long length of twine. The Mexican took her hands and
re-arranged them palm to palm. Then
she wound cord around Belinda’s wrists, tugged at the ends until it bit into her
flesh and began cinching the original binding with frapping turns. Ignoring Belinda’s squeals of pain, she
knotted the wrist bond, before turning to Belinda’s upper arms. Soon her elbows had been made to meet
behind her back and tied and cinched.
It felt as if the strain of her new position was about to force her
breasts out of the cups of her bra.
‘Help, please Ramon,’ Lupe said
sharply.
She
motioned to the floor. Ramon easily
upended Belinda and forced her on to her front on the cold concrete floor. Lupe tied first her ankles and then her
knees and then fastened ankles to wrists in a tight hog-tie. It hurt before it had been on for two
minutes.
Lupe
squatted down and tore a sleeve off Belinda’s discarded shirt. Then she grabbed a handful of the
reporter’s hair and used it to yank her head back.
‘Open
wide.’
The
force that Lupe was applying to Belinda’s hair made the order redundant. Belinda already found it very hard to
keep her jaw closed. So she was
unable to stop the Mexican wadding up the shirtsleeve and pushing it into her
mouth. It barely seemed possible but it
was even larger than the last mouth packing she had experienced. And it was forced
completely in. Belinda immediately retched.
Ramon
slapped tape across Belinda’s mouth to hold the cloth in place and Lupe tied a
scarf around her face to make everything secure. Belinda retched some more and
concentrated on breathing, as Lupe pulled the scarf ends as tight as possible
behind her neck and knotted them.
Then she let Belinda go. The
reporter immediately rocked forward, her bra-covered breasts absorbing the
impact of this with a painful jolt.
Belinda lay there fighting the
strain her shoulders and thigh muscles and struggling to
breathe.
The
Baroness, however, seemed unconcerned.
Instead she turned again to Lupe.
‘Nicely done,’ she said approvingly. ‘Now, if you could release,
Fraulein Riley, Lupe, we will strip and examine the second piece of
merchandise.
From
where she lay on the floor, Belinda heard a gagged groan from deep in Jana’s
throat. Resigned to whatever lay
ahead, she let her face sink down to the floor. Then, she saw the broken blade winking
at her in the light.
Perhaps there was still
hope.