“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.”
Jan sat in a sulky silence the rest of the drive, wondering if Nigel was telling the truth.
Madam Natasha’s Mercedes Benz stopped half way up a boulder strewn canyon, She got out of the car and hurried along a dusty path a short distance. When she arrived she found what she did not expect to see.
Patsy, naked and chained up like Andromeda, was still there. The teenage girl was lying on her back on a rounded boulder, her arms straight over her head, locked in handcuffs extremely tight about her wrists. From the handcuffs, another chain ran down the backside of the boulder to a ring set in concert. Each of her ankles was also tightly locked in one cuff of a pair of handcuffs, the other part being locked through another ring set in the ground. Since the rock was not huge, the unfortunate girl was arched backwards enough to put strain on every part of her body.
Patsy raised her head with difficulty. “Forget something?” she asked sarcastically.
Natasha ignored the girl. For a long time she stood there, hands on her hips, studying the chained down girl and deep in thought. When the report reached her, she had gone to the courtyard herself. Without being seen by the female guard in the vehicle, she had been able to confirm that the girl in the back seat was indeed the American girl she had bought not long before. But here was the girl, still chained, still helpless. It was puzzling.
Suddenly Natasha’s head snapped up. “Twins!” she uttered in disgust. There had been two of them at the slave trader’s. Two of them. She had forgotten until now. She would have bought both of them but an American had already bought one. Natasha turned to go.
“If you would he so kind as to stand still.”
Natasha’s head snapped up to see Nigel standing on the path before her, a deadly looking 45 automatic in his hand. When she looked beyond him, she could see her driver leaning against the car, arms and legs spread wide in what the police call “the position,” and guarded by Jan holding the assault rifle. Walking along the trail was the girl Natasha had mistaken for her new slavegirl, the twin to Patsy.
Both teenage girls let out with a cry, and Pip rushed past Natasha to embrace her sister. Quickly they were both crying with joy.