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Belinda was a fighter. The last thing she’d want to do was to give in without a struggle.
‘You heard me, Fraulein,’ the baroness called. ‘Come down now with your hands on your head and you can keep your bra and panties on. Defy me any longer and you'll go naked.’
Belinda was also a pragmatist.
And she definitely wanted to keep her underwear on. She had been stripped naked once, and that was once too often. Her underwear did not cover much. But what it did cover was vital. She remembered only too well her humiliation as the baroness, Lupe, and Ramon examined her nude form.
‘Okay,’ she shouted. Checking that the evidence sat invisibly between the floorboards, Belinda stood, put her fingers on her head and made her way down the stairwell. As she did so, the hands-on-head posture straightened her body and raised her bra-clad breasts.
There was no longer any sign of Jana and Diamond at the foot of the stairs. The baroness and Lupe stood there alone. They scowled at the young reporter as she came down the stairs.
‘There,’ said the baroness. ‘That wasn’t so hard was it, Fraulein?’
Belinda stood as defiantly as one can in just one’s underwear, with one’s hands on one’s head. She could see that Lupe held a mass of rope.
‘Now, Lupe, before we tie the nosey reporter up again, perhaps you would be so good as to strip her.’
‘It will be a pleasure, Señora,’ Lupe affirmed.
‘But you said …’ Belinda squealed.
The baroness' face was emotionless. ‘What I said was irrelevant.’
‘But …’
‘Naked!’ the baroness demanded.
It was no good. Before she could finish her sentence, Belinda felt the clasp at the small of her back flipped open. She could only redden as Lupe pulled the lace undergarment down her arms and off. The Mexican spun Belinda around for the baroness to take hold of her while she looped her fingers under the elastic strands across her captive’s hips and shimmied the brief panties down her thighs and off her feet. Belinda stood there nude, while Lupe licked her lips.
The baroness, in contrast, was matter-of-fact. ‘Tie her tightly, Lupe,’ she ordered.
The German swung Belinda around. Lupe took hold of her wrists and pulled them behind her back and inwards, twisting her hands so that they were palm-to-palm. As she tied them and cinched the binding, Belinda felt a long end dangle around her heels.
They couldn’t. Surely not!
Lupe laced more rope around Belinda’s arms, just above the elbow, and pulled. Belinda’s elbows met. Belinda screamed in pain. Lupe pulled even more. She tied and cinched that fastening.
The baroness swung Belinda around again. The reporter looked down to see that the elbow tie had contorted her shoulders so much that the posture forced her breasts up and outwards: towards Lupe.
The Mexican looped a rope around Belinda’s waist.
They couldn’t. Not without panties!
But they could! And did!
Lupe reached between Belinda’s legs and dragged the dangler forward. Bringing it upwards, she twisted it under the waist rope, made sure it was nested as required at the apex of Belinda’s legs. And pulled.
Lupe waited for the reporter’s groan to die down before knotting it off. Belinda was sure that she was about to be split in two. Upwards!
‘There, fraulein,’ the baroness said. ‘Perhaps that will encourage you not to try and escape. Now, Lupe, perhaps you should gag our naked friend here.’
‘Of course, Señora. Once again, it will be a pleasure. Open wide, Señorita Carver.’
Belinda went to open her mouth, noting with horror that it was her white panties that Lupe chose as gagging material.
She shook her head in denial. But behind her, the baroness took hold of her dark hair, running her fingers near to her scalp, and dragged her head back. Belinda's mouth went slack in response to the pain in her neck. And Lupe pushed the undergarment in, making sure that it pressed down on her tongue. The baroness brought her hand up and clasped it over Belinda’s mouth, squeezing her lips together as she did so. Belinda watched despondently as Lupe pulled off a strip of silver tape from a long roll. The baroness released her grip on Belinda’s mouth and the Mexican immediately stretched the tape over her lips. A second and then a third piece reinforced the first.
‘Put her in the car,’ the baroness ordered.
Ramon led Belinda over to Diamond’s Bentley. The reporter quickly found that it hurt to walk in her new bondage. When Ramon swung open the rear door, Belinda could see Diamond and Jana tied up on the rear seat. They sat stiffly and artificially upright, held in position by seat belts, their arms squeezed between their backs and the leather seats. The seat belts had not merely been fastened on to them; they had been tightened to extreme. Their legs had been tied at knees and ankles. Belinda could see that their sitting position dragged the rope between their legs even deeper into the panty-covered crotches.
Belinda dallied at the open car door. Sitting with the wrist anchor rope in place looked painful enough even with panties. Belinda wore none.
‘What is wrong, Fraulein Carver?’ the baroness asked as she came up behind Belinda.
The reporter turned her bound body slightly, and saw that the baroness was carrying Belinda’s bra.
The baroness read the direction of Belinda’s gaze.
‘A souvenir,’ she quipped, holding the bra up and shaking it, much to Belinda’s embarrassment. ‘One size thirty-six C bra, which formerly belonged to a nosey reporter. Or perhaps I should say one size thirty-six C bra, which belonged to a nosey, former reporter.’
She laughed and then tucked the bra into her right pocket. ‘And, nosey former reporter, your boobs won’t be using a bra again for the foreseeable future. … Now get in.’
Belinda sat, biting into her gag as the rope between her legs bit into her. Ramon stooped to tie her ankles, knees and thighs. Then she was strapped in.
The ride was interminable. Lupe Martinez, once again dressed in the wig and clothes of her Diamond Dayle disguise, drove, while the baroness and Ramon followed behind in a small van. The three captives sat side by side on the rear seat of the Bentley, the leather of the seats chaffing their bare legs and near naked – or in the case of Belinda fully naked – bottoms. Belinda’s bare breasts were only inches from the tinted mirror to left her side. At one point a police vehicle kept pace beside them and the reporter was sure that the police officer in the front seat was looking directly at her nipples.
As soon as they were on the outskirts of town, and the scope for embarrassment had ended, the car pulled up and Lupe added heavy cloth blindfolds to their bondage.
Then the journey began in earnest.
Sitting, helpless on the rear seat, Belinda tried to work out their speed and the elapsed time in order to calculate how far they were traveling. Thirty miles was her best estimate at the end of the ride. But it was more of a guess than a realistic calculation.
Wherever they were, it was obviously secluded, because the baroness and Lupe made no effort to conceal the naked and near-naked forms of their captives, nor the ropes, gags and blindfolds that restrained them. Instead the three women were unloaded straight into the cold evening air. They stood shivering on freed legs, still blindfolded. Then they were led indoors.
As soon as they were inside, their blindfolds were peeled from their eyes. Belinda blinked and then looked around the room. They were on the ground floor of a house. On the left a staircase went upwards. In front of them was a large living area. It was unfurnished, except for a sofa, a number of hard wooden chairs and a small table. The whole area was lit by a large picture window. The only thing visible through the window was a large expanse of grass and woods. There was absolutely no danger of prying eyes observing the bound and gagged trio. At the end of the room, Belinda could see the kitchen through an open door.
The captives stood there, Jana and Diamond Dayle in bras and panties, Belinda in the nude.
‘Aren’t you glad you came, Señoritas?’ Lupe chided.
‘Ramon, can you get the box of groceries and the bag of restraints from the van, please,’ the baroness interrupted. ‘I think we will feed our captives and then put them straight to bed. They will be less trouble to us that way.’
‘Si, Señora,’ Ramon chirped.
‘Lupe,’ the baroness continued. She was carrying a small overnight bag. ‘Perhaps you would take our three prisoners upstairs while I change.’
Lupe’s face broke into a broad grin. ‘It will be a pleasure, Señora,’ she said retorted. ‘May I play with them a little?’
The baroness said nothing.
Lupe grinned, taking this as assent. ‘Okay, Señorita Big Boobs,’ she said, slapping Belinda’s bare rump harshly, and making the nude reporter squirm. ‘Up you go.’
Belinda, Jana and Diamond Dayle bit into their gags as they were marched barefoot up the stairs. The landing they reached led into a short hallway. Curiously, for a house that seemed to lack all but rudimentary furnishings, there was a large oil painting hanging from a brass hook.
The house was clearly a substantial one, Belinda noticed. Not only did it appear to be in secluded grounds, but open doors enabled her to make out five substantial bedrooms and a bathroom. The bathroom contained an open walk-in shower. Belinda could see that it was huge, with three shower heads, enabling a couple to do rather more in it than wash.
From where she stood, Belinda was able to see that four of the bedrooms contained double beds. It was into the fifth room that Lupe led her captives. That one was without furniture.
‘There, Señoritas, a home away from home,’ Lupe quipped, once they were in the unfurnished room. She turned to Belinda. ‘And you, Señorita Big Boobs?’ she said, smiling. ‘How do you like being naked?’ Her hand went out and cupped Belinda’s right breast, not too gently. ‘Those sensational breasts of yours. How do you like displaying them so prominently?’
Belinda’s arms were bound behind her with the elbows not just touching, but crushed together. The posture bowed her back and forced her to keep her breasts thrust out. Tied like that, she could do nothing to stop the Mexican from mauling her breasts. Lupe continued playing with her right breast, before turning her attention to the left one.
‘Perhaps now that you are stark naked, you regret being such a nosey reporter?’ Lupe continued. ‘No, Señorita?’
Belinda tried to ignore the ministrations of her tormentor. She looked carefully forward, trying to remain impassive, as the Mexican began to toy with her nipples, using both hands. Much to Belinda's embarrassment, these immediately sprang to attention.
‘No answer, eh, Señorita?’ Lupe muttered. Her hands left Belinda’s breasts and one of them began to move downwards towards her flat tummy, until it came into contact with the tight rope that dug into her waistline. ‘You may be gagged with your tiny little panties, Señorita. But that should not stop you making some kind of response.’
Belinda hardly liked being reminded that the panties she had worn for most of the day currently resided in her mouth. But she had worse things to worry about. Lupe’s fingers dallied for a second over the fat knot centred exactly on her navel. Belinda gulped into her tasteless mouth packing as they traced the vertical rope downwards, as far as the top of the triangle of dark brown hair, so cruelly bisected. Lupe inserted a finger beneath the riser at that point and then yanked upwards.
‘Ummmm, mmmmphhhhh,’ groaned Belinda immediately.
‘I’m speaking to you, Señorita,’ Lupe smirked. ‘You may be gagged. But please do me the courtesy of trying to answer. Now, tell me, Señorita, how do you like being naked?’
Belinda wasn’t sure exactly was expected of her. ‘Nnnngggnnn,’ she answered truthfully.
Now, Lupe changed track. ‘I think I left a bit too much slack in that rope between your legs, Señorita Carver,’ she giggled. ‘Perhaps I should tighten it.’
Only the sudden arrival of the baroness and Ramon saved Belinda from any further humiliation. The large man carried a paper carton of groceries in one hand and a large bag in the other. A plastic bottle of water poked out of the top of the paper carrier. The baroness had indeed changed. Gone were the sophisticated clothes she had worn for the car show. She now wore a pair of jodhpurs, a cream silk shirt and black, high-heeled, knee-length equestrian boots. In her hand she carried a short riding crop.
‘Ah, supper, Frauleins,’ the baroness said, tearing aside the paper bag to reveal three large apples alongside the bottle of water. 'I’m going to let Ramon ungag you now. But be warned. If you make any sound at all, I’ll have him replace the gags and you’ll go hungry and thirsty.’
It seemed like a good enough deal. One by one each of the women was ungagged, spitting out the nasty mouth packing as soon as the cloth and tape was off. Belinda was especially pleased to have her panties expelled from her mouth.
While three women tried to revive three aching jaws, the baroness carefully opened the second bag.
‘I came prepared,’ she quipped, selecting three pairs of dull-coloured, steel handcuffs from the container.
One by one the terrible ropes were peeled from the aching arms of the women. Numb hands and arms were brought forward and handcuffed in front. The baroness tightened down the ratchets rather tighter than any of the three women wanted.
‘Sit,’ ordered the baroness.
Had Belinda still worn panties like the other two she would have, like them, been keen to take the weight off her aching legs. But for the naked reporter sitting was rather a tax on her powers of remaining decorous. By the time she was on the ground, she had given a rather more intimate display of the area between her legs than she wished to. She looked up to see both Ramon and Lupe watching her seating antics with lascivious approval.
I’ve had enough of this, Belinda said to herself suddenly.
Daring her captors to stop her she reached up and, snatching her panties from the floor, pulled them on, impervious to the fact that this offered the prying eyes of Ramon and Lupe even more of a display.
‘You want me to cut off Señorita Carver’s panties, Señora?’ Lupe asked immediately. She had already produced a small but deadly dagger from somewhere on her person.
‘No, Fraulein,’ the baroness sneered. ‘Let her have her little victory for now. It will be short-lived.’
Belinda’s panties were wet enough with saliva to feel damp on her skin. But the garment was still opaque. Even though her breasts were still on show, Belinda suddenly felt covered.
‘Perhaps, you would like your bra back as well, Fraulein Carver?’ the baroness asked, dipping into her pocket and retrieving the lacy undergarment.
‘Of course I do,’ Belinda snapped at once. She leaned forward to take the bra from her captor. But before she could do so, the baroness tossed the bra across the room.
‘I told you, Fraulein Carver,’ the baroness sneered. ‘Your boobs will be braless, unsupported and on display for all to see for the foreseeable future.’ She stopped and laughed. ‘But don’t worry about sag. You will be getting lots of exercise. So they should stay nicely pert and uplifted.’
Belinda groaned.
‘It really does serve you right for being such a nosey little reporter. If only you had minded your own business, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now eat up.’
She tossed Belinda a large red apple and laughed again as the reporter bit hungrily into it. It wasn’t much in the way of nourishment. But it helped. Soon Diamond Dayle and Jana were eating the same. The bottle of water was passed down the line of underwear-clad damsels in distress. As soon as the meal was over, the three women were allowed an unchaperoned trip to the bathroom each. But only after the baroness had produced three more pairs of handcuffs from the bag and used them on her captives’ ankles. When it was her turn, Belinda looked around the bathroom but found nothing that would aid escape.
When she arrived back in the bedroom, she found that the baroness had unpacked numerous lengths of rope, some flesh-coloured adhesive medical tape, three rubber balls, and several strips of cloth from the restraint bag.
‘Bedtime,’ Lupe crowed at Belinda’s unspoken question.
One by one, each woman was freed from her steel ankle and wrist restraints. It felt good to be free at last.
‘Where are we going to sleep?’ Belinda muttered as her hands were released.
Lupe sniggered and the baroness laughed.
‘Why here, of course,’ the German said. ‘On the floor.’
‘But …’ Diamond Dayle started to protest. What she heard next, stopped her in her tracks.
‘First, take your bra off, Fraulein Dayle. … And you, too, Fraulein Riley.’
‘Neither woman moved.
‘Ramon,’ the baroness barked.
The import was obvious.
‘No, wait. I’ll do it,’ Jana retorted immediately, crossing her arms across her breasts defensively to protect herself from anything Ramon might do.
For the second time that day, Jana Riley reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and bared her breasts in front of strangers. Diamond Dayle followed suit. When both wore only panties like Belinda, the baroness took their bras from them and tossed them on to the floor besides Belinda’s bra.
‘Hands on head,’ the baroness ordered. ‘All of you.’
Once again, the three women raised their hands, each aware that it lifted her breasts. The baroness walked up and down the line of women, with the crop hooked under her arm like a sergeant major inspecting a line of troops. The difference was that the troops concerned wore no more than the tiny scraps of material and elastic which comprised their diminutive panties. And few female soldiers actually had their breasts inspected.
‘Strip naked,’ ordered the baroness.
All three women did a double take. They were practically naked already. Why would they have to strip completely?
‘W-w-what are we going to wear to sleep?’ Diamond Dayle stammered.
‘Nothing,’ said the baroness coldly. ‘Nothing at all.’
‘But …,’ interjected Jana.
‘No buts,’ stated the baroness flatly. ‘Didn’t your mothers tell you that it was unhealthy to wear your day-time panties in bed at night? Now get them off. Or I’ll have Ramon here do it for you.’
Despondently, Belinda, Jana and Diamond slithered out of their panties and once again stood there naked. The baroness inspected the line once more. This time it was their pubic hair that got the attention.
‘Open your mouths,’ the she ordered.
All three complied. The baroness collected the rubber balls from the bed and popped one between the teeth of all three women.
‘Lips together,’ she continued.
Jana, first in line, squeezed her lips around the ball. It was large and tasted strange. But it was better than the cloth packing she had experience earlier.
‘There that should do it,’ the baroness commented as she worked her way down the line, pressing a large rectangle of medical tape across each woman’s lips. The tape clung to the lower half of each woman’s face with much greater ferocity than the duct tape used earlier. ‘The ball will gag you effectively over night, but will not pose the sort of risks that cloth would while you’re asleep. I am most generous, aren’t I Frauleins, nein?’ She smiled grimly. ‘By the way, that medical tape is very adhesive. I do not think you will be able to remove it without hands. So, I shouldn’t try. Now, arms behind your back, palms together, and legs apart,’ she ordered.
All three blushed as they did as they were told. Although nothing too much was exposed below the waist, it did not feel that way.
It was the same routine as before. Cord encircled Belinda’s wrists, was pulled horrendously tight, and cinched in place. Lupe worked along the line tying three pairs of wrists, before working back towards the reporter, tying the elbows. Once again, Lupe made sure that the three pairs of elbows not only met, but were crushed together.
As Belinda waited for her shoulder-contorting restraint, she felt a long end of cord dangling around her ankles.
They couldn’t. Not for the whole night. They couldn’t be that uncivlised.
But, once again, they could. As soon as Lupe had created a row of racked bodies and thrust out breasts, she came around front and looped a double strand of cord around Belinda’s waist, and, making sure that it crushed her middle, knotted it at her navel. Then she pulled the dangling end between Belinda’s parted thighs and tugging it into place, fastened it tight.
‘There,’ she hissed into Belinda’s ear, ‘a night wearing that should make you regret your nosiness once and for all.’
She turned to Jana. ‘And you too,’ she spat, as she looped more rope around the photographer’s waist.
A line of red faces and heaving breasts was soon to follow as Lupe tied the other two women’s hands tight into their buttocks with the same simple but cruel tie. Both had been tied that way before. But unlike Belinda, both had worn her panties on that occasion. Now, as the rope sank somewhere that no rope was supposed to go, both knew exactly what the reporter went through on the journey from the workshop.
Lupe Martinez hadn’t finished tying yet. More rope went around each woman’s arms and torso just above the breasts. Then, even more did the same below the breasts, so that arms and body were welded into one. ‘Legs together, Señoritas,’ she ordered next. Given that all three were completely naked, it was a command with which they were more than happy to comply. Yet the way that Lupe brandished more rope made them pause.
Once more she came to Belinda first. Deftly, she tied the naked woman’s thighs together about a third of the way down between crotch and knee. Then she tied the knees, just above the joint, before moving on to Jana. When all three women were tied in the same way, she stopped.
‘Get over to the radiator, Señorita Dayle,’ she said to Diamond.
Diamond Dayle stood there motionlessly.
‘Oh don’t worry, Fraulein Dayle,’ the baroness chipped in, waving the crop menacingly. ‘It’s not turned on.’
Diamond minced her way on joined knees and thighs over to the side of the room. Lupe followed, pushing Diamond to the ground on arrival. Diamond mmphed into her gag as the rope between her legs bit in deeply. She wriggled into the best sitting position she could in an attempt to minimise her pain and maximise her decorum.
‘A hog-tie for this one,’ Lupe Martinez chimed. ‘As for the other two. … Let’s just say that I promised them an interesting night. And it’s one promise I intend to keep.’
Diamond Dayle was soon tied. Ropes went around her legs, just beneath her knees, and around her ankles. Then she was flipped over on to her stomach. Lupe pulled her ankles back and lashed ankles to wrists, leaving no slack between, and bowing Diamond’s body in the process. She finished off by adding a noose to Diamond’s neck and tying it to the radiator.
‘Don’t want you wriggling your way across the floor and trying to free your friends.’ Lupe explained redundantly. She finished off Diamond’s restraint by tying a length of cloth around the lower part of the singer’s head, tying it down tightly to keep the medical tape in place. Then she added a blindfold.
Lupe Martinez left Diamond humming into her gag, and came across to Belinda and Jana.
‘Now for you two,’ she crowed. ‘I’ve something very special for you.’
Belinda waited apprehensively while Lupe collected several more lengths of rope. Her nude body glistened with perspiration, even though it was cold in the room.
‘Stand face to face,’ Lupe ordered.
Unable to communicate directly due to their gags, and barely mobile, Belinda and Jana took a few minutes to shuffle so that they stood opposite one another. Unfortunately, their lack of mobility meant that they ended up rather closer together than either found comfortable. Although their nipples were at least nine inches apart, the two women felt as if they were touching.
Lupe and the baroness both laughed.
‘You don’t get it, do you, señoritas?’ Lupe crowed. ‘I not only want your boobs touching. I want them squashed together. Now do it. Or do you want Ramon’s help?’
It was a revolting thought to do as they were ordered. But the prospect of Ramon lending a hand was infinitely more disturbing. Gingerly, Belinda and Jana edged forward until their breasts touched.
‘I said squashed,’ Lupe re-iterated.
With a throaty groan, Belinda and Jana edged closer until their breasts were squeezed together. Jana was slightly taller and longer-legged, so her breasts were a few inches higher than Belinda’s. The Mexican now came at them with a length of rope.
‘You,’ she ordered, swatting Jana on the backs of her thighs. ‘Squat down a bit. I want your tits at the same level as the reporter’s.’
Jana did as she was told. Lupe fine tuned Jana’s elevation until she was satisfied that their nipples were in line. Admiring her handiwork, she looped the rope around the twin waists and tightened it severely.
Jana and Belinda groaned into their gags again as their breasts were pulled even closer together. They had a choice. If they leaned back, their breasts would squash less. But that pushed their pubic mounds together. If they tried to separate their loins, their breasts were squeezed.
Both women made the same choice. At the cost of flattening their breasts, they parted their triangles of pubic hair the best that they could.
Not that they had that much choice.
Lupe wound loop after loop of rope around their chests and arms and only tied it, after pulling it so tight that their breasts all but disappeared.
‘There, Señoritas,’ Lupe crowed. ‘That’s what I call breast-to-breast. Now, let’s do the same to your mounds.’
Instinctively, both women had adjusted their position so that their triangles of pubic hair did no more than brush together.
Now that luxury was denied them.
‘Come on, Señoritas. Get those cunts together,’ Lupe ordered coarsely. To emphasise the point, she swatted Belinda’s bare bottom hard.
‘Hummmph,’ Belinda responded to the slap. She pressed her loins forward a bit.
‘And you,’ Lupe continued, giving Jana a similar blow on her nude rump.
‘Nnnggn,’ Jana replied, pushing her pubic mound against Belinda’s.
‘Grind them, Señoritas,’ Lupe ordered. She repeated the slaps to her captive’s behinds, this time hitting their other cheeks.
Helpless to resist, Belinda and Jana squeezed their loins together.
‘Hold it there, Señoritas,’ Lupe mused. She tied one end of a long rope to the cord around Belinda’s elbows, threaded it downwards so that it avoided the reporter’s wrists and then began to work it in between Belinda’s thighs and out between Jana’s. Seeing that both women had their thighs and knees tied together stringently, this was no easy task. Nor was it conducive to either woman’s sense of modesty. When it was finally through, Lupe yanked it upwards until it sat in each woman’s crotch next do the cords that already caused both considerable discomfort. She yanked again, seemingly oblivious to the groans of distress from each woman, before tying it off to Jana’s elbows.
Belinda and Jana were now attached at breast and loin and everywhere in between. Lupe took more rope around the very tops of their thighs and tied them together tightly; then repeated then repeated the action above their knees.
‘Ramon, a hand please.’
Ramon and Lupe lifted the bound pair up and placed them on their sides. Lupe tied each woman’s legs individually first, below the knee and at the ankles. Then she tied them together at knee, shin and ankles. Finally, she pulled their feet out straight and tied their big toes.
Belinda struggled with the cord that bound her; but there was not an inch of give, and she merely succeeded in yanking on the rope between her legs in a way that sent shivers of pain up her spine. She lay front to front against Jana, their breasts mashed together and everything below, their stomach, hips, pubic mounds and thighs squeezed tightly against each other.
Lupe examined the thin rope once again. Miraculously, she found that she could tighten the fastening around their stomach a bit more. When she had finished, she pawed Belinda’s naked bottom.
‘Have fun, seňoritas,’ she chided. ‘Tomorrow night, I’ll see if I can improve on this position. Perhaps, I should invert one of you.’
She chuckled. Then it was the turn of the baroness to inspect their bonds. But whereas Lupe seemed to have been driven by the need to humiliate the two captives, the German seemed more interested in the technical side of their bondage.
‘Very good, Lupe,’ she announced when she had examined every twist and turn of the rope and every knot. ‘You are most imaginative. I will look indeed forward with interest to the sleeping arrangements you chose for Fraulein Carver and Fraulein Riley tomorrow evening. It should be most diverting.
Belinda could see very little except for Jana’s blue eyes; but she watched as the baroness went over to where the three discarded bras and three discarded pairs of panties lay on the floor. As she did so, the rectangle of adhesive tape glued across the lower part of her face rubbed against the similar piece over Jana’s mouth and their noses brushed against each other. Belinda’s nose immediately began to itch and she desperately wanted to scratch it.
Neither Belinda nor Jana were able to observe any more. They could merely lie there, coming to terms with the intimacy of the arrangement. And Diamond Dayle, although merely hog-tied, was blindfolded. So, all three could only hear the baroness pack away their underwear. Then, the Baroness, Lupe and Ramon left the room, locking the door behind them.
The rubber balls filling their mouths allowed more noise than the cloth packing that preceded it, and at first all three tried to communicate in groans and mumphs. Both Belinda and Jana wrestled some more with the cord that bound them. But both soon found that nearly every movement caused severe discomfort. So they lay as still as possible. Much later – very much later – all three fell asleep.
It was more from exhaustion than sleepiness.