Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

Nigel sighed. “But my man says that when she goes into the desert or the mountains for these games, she’s very careful, often doubling back and stopping to observe for someone following. He talked to one of her former drivers. He also told me that there are apparently a dozen places or more where she plays these ‘outdoor games’ and has no set pattern so she won’t be predictable. He didn’t think that we would be able to follow her without her knowing it.”

“So, what do we do?” asked Jan nervously.

“Well... I have an idea.” Nigel drained the glass. “I’ve arranged for a twenty-four watch to be put on the brothel. We know what car she takes from her driver. Next time she leaves for the great outdoors, we’ll know. Then we...”

Nigel outlined his plan. It was simple and might work.

All four of the people in the large 4×4 were silent as the vehicle sped down the paved road towards Madam Natasha’s brothel. Nigel drove with Jan sitting beside him. He wore casual clothes that obviously were expensive. Jan wore a khaki suit that looked like a uniform without insignia. In the back seat, Donna sat next to Pip and wore the same type of outfit. Their outfits included rugged boots that would serve them well in the desert. Pip was covered with a blanket under which she was naked and well bound up.

After twenty minutes the vehicle pulled off the road. After a short drive it pulled up behind another vehicle near the top of a ridge. Nigel exited and dropped to all four as he crawled up to join another man who was lying on his stomach at the top of the small hill. Apparently this was Nigel’s spy. After a minute Nigel came back.

“She’s come back,” he said. “That was twenty minutes ago. From the total amount of time she was gone, he estimates she went only a couple miles. He thinks he saw a naked girl being loaded into the trunk in the courtyard so this is probably one of her little games going on. It will be dark in a couple of hours so probably she has left the girl out there for the night. Apparently she enjoys leaving naked girls chained out in the desert all night.”

“But was it Patsy?” demanded Jan.

“Don’t know for sure. He only saw a glimpse of the girl being loaded into the trunk through binoculars.”

Jan looked very nervous. Getting this close was harder on her than waiting back in Big Bear had been.

“We should wait about half an hour and then make our move.”

Jan looked like she wanted to argue but held back, Sensing that Jan needed something to do or she would go crazy waiting, he suggested, “Why don’t you secure Donna? She has to stay here while I go down. Tie her up nice and tight but make sure that we can pick her up real fast when we have to go.”

Jan bit her lip but obeyed. Donna was escorted around to the back of the 4X4. Jan produced some rope from a bag in the back and turned Donna around to bind her hands crossed behind her back. She then wrapped a lot of rope around Donna’s arms and chest, outlining her large breasts and pinning her arms tightly to her. “How’s that?” she asked when the final knot was done.

“I won’t be getting out of it,” replied Donna honestly.

“Pretty tight. But at least I’m not naked.” She knew that if this were just one of Jan’s little games, she most certainly would have been naked out here in the desert. Just then Nigel called Jan and she went to the front of the vehicle. Donna looked around at the barren landscape and shivered. This would be a terrible place to have to spend the entire night. Behind them the hill faded away to a desert of rolling low hills stretching out to the hazy horizon. Over the top of their hill, Donna could see snowcapped mountains not too many miles away. Being ignored by Nigel and Jan, she walked around a bit, kicking rocks here and there but finally came back to the 4X4. She sat in the back and talked to Pip.

Before she knew it, Nigel was getting in and ordering Donna out. With Jan sitting beside him, Nigel put the vehicle in gear and left with a small shower of rocks behind the wheels. Donna sighed and walked towards the man who was still lying on the ground. As she got near the top she lowered herself until finally she rolled over on her hip and then onto her stomach to wiggle up the last few feet. When she got there, the man a dark skinned Arab with a mustache, looked at her, studied the way her arms were hound for a few seconds, noted how her breasts were squashed by the ropes and the hard ground, then turned back to watching the big white house below through his binoculars.

Donna could see the brothel easily enough, A moment later the 4X4 came into view, drove up to the gate and into the courtyard. After that she couldn’t see it. Donna sighed nervously, Then she turned to the man lying next to her and asked, “Seen any good movies lately?” Nigel casually stepped out of the 4X4, stretched, walked around to the passenger side, and looked around. An attendant dressed in some kind of Arabian costume came forward to greet him. He stood close to the vehicle, forcing the attendant to come near himself. Just as the man was about to make a polite inquiry as to what he could do for Nigel, a carefully staged event happened. Pip shook slightly and the blanket slid off her shoulders, revealing bare young breasts and lots of rope tightly binding her. Jan, who was sitting in the front seat, instantly snarled and got out. She was carrying a short assault rifle which she put on the seat. Then she opened the back door, slapped Pip across the face. As the teenage girl fell over to the seat, she pulled the blanket off her and ordered her to keep silent. Then she resumed her seat in the front, the assault rifle casually resting in her hands.

The attendant could not fail to see the little show but said nothing. Nor did he seem surprised to see an apparently naked and bound up teenager American girl in the back seat of the car. As if to cover up the whole thing, Nigel took the man’s arm and began walking towards the big front doors, talking as he did about some of the girls he had seen the last time her was there. The attendant listened to him, offering suggestions as to which of their many beautiful girls might best suit his tastes.

Behind them Jan continued to guard what was obviously Nigel’s prisoner.

Twenty minutes later Donna saw the 4X4 leave the brothel.

She wiggled back from the ridge and awkwardly got to her feet. A couple minutes later the vehicle came to a dusty halt beside her.

“Did it work?” was her immediate question.

“Hope so,” said Nigel. “Everything went according to plan. Let’s just hope that the attendant saw enough to think that this was Patsy. And that he tells Madame Natasha that some American has her slavegirl tied up in the back of his truck. And that Natasha does what we hope she will do.”

He stopped to take a drink out of a canteen. “A lot of ifs.” Five minutes later the Arab reported that Madam Natasha’s car was rushing away from the brothel. Pip had already been untied and dressed. Donna was thrown into the back seat with her arms still bound but no one seemed to notice. And Donna, being a good slavegirl, didn’t say anything. They took off in a cloud of dust.

“Did you really screw a girl while we were waiting?” asked Jan of Nigel, apparently continuing a conversation they had been engaged in before Donna was picked up.

“Had to. That’s what I was supposed to be there for, wasn’t I?”

“We’re trying to rescue Patsy, not play around with the hussies in a whorehouse!”

“It would have looked funny if I didn’t do something there,” Nigel insisted. Part of him was concentrating on following the black Mercedes Benz but not too closely. But he turned and grinned at Jan, “Besides, they had this new girl, a cute little Swede. All blonde hair and big boobs.”