Chapter 61
Russian’s base, outside Dubrovnik, Croatia
Hayley took a look around the room and noticed that it was sparsely decorated was being kind, bare floorboards and peeling wallpaper. There was a single double bed in the room along with a couple of wooden chairs and a cupboard. That was all. The illumination was provided by a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the single window was boarded up. This didn’t look promising. “Get on the bed both of you. On your backs, face up.” the Russian asked. Hayley and Constance both complied and ended up lying side by side on the bed with their heads on the pillow. The Russian then quickly used tape to bind their ankles together before slipping off their shoes. The Russian then left them alone as she left the room but left the door open.
“MMMMM,” Constance mumbled as she turned to look at Hayley. Hayley could tell that Constance was worried about their current situation, well what normal woman wouldn’t and hoped that she manged to convey a sense of calm through the look in her eyes. Then suddenly the Russian burst through the door and both of them jumped, the Russian was carrying a cloth in one hand and a bottle in the other. It didn’t take a genius to work out what that meant. “Time for nap whilst I get prepared.” The Russian smiled as Constance's eyes widened in horrified realisation. Kneeling next to her captive, the Russian uncapped the bottle and put the thick pad over the neck, then tipped it until the cloth was saturated with chloroform; then she quickly replaced the cap, careful not to breathe the potent fumes herself. Setting the bottle on the floor beside the bed, the Russian brought the pad up to Constance's face with a graceful sweep of her arm, almost surprising the helpless girl in spite of her understanding of what was about to happen. "Sleep tight," the Russian murmured wickedly as she applied the pad to the gagged girl's face. Constance squealed into her stuffed gag in protest; then Constance began thrashing about, shaking her head violently from side to side, trying desperately to avoid the penetrating anaesthetic fumes. But the Russian was calm and professional. Clamping the pad over Constance's nose and mouth, the Russian took hold of the struggling girl's left nipple and twisted it hard. Constance gasped in surprise and pain, sucking a lungful of chloroform into her body. The Russian continued twisting the erect nipple and watched Constance begin to weaken as the powerful sleep drug was forced into her nostrils. Her moans became softer and her eyelids began to flutter as consciousness receded under the influence of the relentless vapour. Hayley could only watch on helplessly knowing that her turn to be chloroformed into unconsciousness would arrive shortly. Any further thoughts were lost as her eyes slid shut and her world blacked out, leaving her totally at the mercy of whatever was going to come next for her. The Russian removed the cloth from the lower half of Constance’s face and turned her attention toward Hayley. “Let’s freshen this up,” the Russian said as she walked around the bed and kneeled down beside Hayley. The Russian smiled as she pressed the cloth tightly over Hayley’s nose and mouth. "Breathe deeply, sweetheart. It's time for a little nap." The soothing female voice failed to ease Hayley’s fears, but the paralysing perfume filling her nostrils certainly did. Each whiff of the sweet vapor made it that much harder for Hayley to resist falling under its stupefying spell, and soon she was falling peacefully into the darkness.
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Russian’s base, outside Dubrovnik, Croatia
Shaking her head to try and clear it Hayley took deep breaths through her nose, well her mouth seemed to be full judging by the feeling on her tongue. Assessing her situation Hayley discovered that she was was sitting in one of the high-backed wooden chairs that she had seen sitting in the room. Her wrists were tied behind the back of the chair using several coils of strong rope, a quick check with her fingers told her that the knots were frustratingly out of reach. There was a tightness across her chest and stomach and a quick glance down told Hayley that there was rope coiled around her body in several locations binding her securely to the chair, that glance also told Hayley that she had been stripped down to her underway. “MMMM, UUMMHH,” Hayley moaned. Her gag had been replaced and if she was guessing correctly some kind of large foam ball had been stuffed into her mouth, completely filling it and tape had been wrapped around her head and over her mouth multiple times to prevent the stuffing being expelled. Looking further down Hayley noted that her legs ankles were bound to the legs of the chair using several coils of rope. There was a cylindrical device with a large bulb at the top secured to the inside of her thigh, the tip of the device was resting on a sensitive area of Hayley’s anatomy. “OOOMMM,” Hayley moaned. A look across to the bed confirmed that Constance was bound spread-eagled on the bed and was stripped down to her underwear. Like Hayley there was a cylindrical device secured to the inside her thigh.
“Glad that you are awake,” Hayley heard the Russian say from a dark corner of the room. The woman approached Hayley and stood in front of her. “I am tired but need to finish off with you before I get some sleep.” A bolt of panic ran through Hayley. The Russian stepped back and Hayley watched on as the Russian soaked four cotton balls in chloroform. The Russian produced two dust masks and put two of the chloroform-soaked balls into each of he masks. Strictly restrained as she was there point in Hayley resisting as the Russian placed the mask over Hayley’s nose and tape gagged mouth before slipping the strap over Hayley’s head. “Good, just relax.” The Russian then replaced the padded sleep mask and ear plugs on Hayley before running her finger all the way down Hayley’s body until it reached the bottom of her thigh. Hayley moaned softly at this before she jolted and screamed as the Russian flicked a switch and activated the device. Hayley instantly felt the stimulation run through her body. The Russian then moved across to Constance and repeated the process before standing back and admiring her handiwork as both Hayley and Constance writhed, squirmed and moaned into their gags at the stimulation they were currently experiencing. “Goodnight ladies, enjoy a restful night and I will see you in the morning.” The Russian said despite her captives not being able to hear her.
Both Hayley and Constance were not having a restful night the stimulation they were experiencing saw to that. In addition, they were both getting enough of the fumes from the chloroform to disorientate and weaken them but not enough to knock them out. The lack of sensory input from being gagged, blindfolded and earplugged meant that they only had one thing to concentrate on. It was going to be a long night, at least until the batteries ran out.
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Hotel, Dubrovnik, Croatia
It had been an enjoyable night for Yelena and she actually had a smile on her face as she entered the hotel lobby, passing several guests on their way to the dining area for breakfast. Yelena wasn’t hungry so she headed straight for the stairs. As she climbed the flights to the correct floor, she pulled out her mobile and dropped a message onto the operation chat to let Hayley and Constance know that she was back in the hotel, that she was going to get some sleep and would set her alarm for 1pm. If they needed her just call, Yelena always heard her phone even if she was deeply asleep.
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Russian’s base, outside Dubrovnik, Croatia
There was a pounding at the back of her head, her mouth was parched, her body was covered in dry sweat and she tightly was bound to a chair. But of you ignored all that Hayley felt fine. The chloroform had dried out and the fumes were no longer an issue, the discomfort of the dust mask over her face was a greater issue at this point. It had been a long night but eventually Hayley had managed to dose off and get what she guessed was a couple of hours of sleep. Hayley could see that Constance was also awake and hoped that her presence reassured the young woman. Just then the door opened that their captor walked in carrying a bottle of water. “Ladies I am going to remove those gags now,” the Russian started, “but the rule is no talking unless answering a question that I have asked.” Hayley and Constance both nodded. The Russian made her way over to Hayley first and began picking at the tape that had been wrapped around Hayley’s mouth. Eventually she found the end and unwound the tape and then used her long, lean fingers to remove the foam ball. Hayley’s eyes bulged when she saw the size of what had been in her mouth, no wonder it had been so uncomfortable. Hayley worked her jaw before accepting a drink of water as the Russian held the bottle up to her lips.
“Thanks,” Hayley said as the bottle was removed. As Constance was given the same treatment Hayley ran her tongue over her lips and wondered where this was going. Once Constance had finished drinking the Russian retrieved a chair from the corner of the room and set it in a position where she could see both of her captives, she had spun he chair around so the she sat on it with her arms crossed on the back of the chair and her legs spread out on either side.
“I shall get straight to the point,” the Russian said. “I know that you work for Elizabeth Crawford and I know that she is planning something big. My task is to find out what that is.” Hayley and Constance exchanged a look.
“What do you mean?” Hayley asked.
“What is Elizabeth Crawford up to? The Russian asked.
“You would have to ask her,” Hayley replied. She had decided to do most of the talking, using her experience to take attention away from Constance. The Russian just gave her a look. “If you are as well informed as you claim to be then you will know that Elizabeth plays everything close to her chest and doesn’t let her operatives in on the big picture. Especially, operatives that are at the bottom of the pile like the two of us.” Hayley reckoned I was better to keep the woman talking.
“My information is that Crawford obtained some information from the Broker and is currently using that information as part of her plan.”
“You seem to know more than we do about what either is, or what you think is going on,” Hayler responded. “I don’t even know who the Broker is.” That was true. The Russian seemed to be getting frustrated and got up from the chair and made her way over to where Hayley sat bound to the chair.
“Let’s go with a simpler question then Hayley. Who did Elizabeth meet in Bratislava?” That was indeed a good question, Hayley had actually been at the meeting but had been rendered senseless by Elizabeth before the meeting. Hayley just shrugged a response. Without waring the Russian grabbed Hayley’s chin and used her strong grip to force Hayley’s mouth open and stuff a balled-up cloth deep into Hayley’s mouth. “You may as well chew on this if you aren’t going to answer my questions. I will try Constance.
“So, what does Elizabeth have planned?” The Russian had turned her attention toward Constance.
“I can’t add anything further to what Hayley has already told you I’m afraid,” Constance replied. “I have never heard of this Broker or any other broker and I have never been to Bratislava.”
“MMUURRHH, UUMMPPHH,” Hayley mumbled into her gag.
“And I suppose neither of you have heard of the Almost Famous fashion house, Hauser & Mettler bank, Naomi Van Den Burgh or Elizabeth’s mole in American intelligence?” Hayley just shook her head. The Russian leaned down and removed the cloth from Hayley’s mouth. “Last chance.”
“I genuinely have no idea what you are talking about,” Hayley stated with finality.
“If you aren’t going to talk then I have no option but to transport you back to Russia for proper interrogation.” The Russian paused to let that comment sink in “If you think it was bad last night wait until our experts get hold of you. In Russian you will be reduced to a trussed-up cocoon, that craves release. Our interrogators will experiment on you, no matter how long it takes to break you. How long until an educated and smart lady like yourself will endure constant bondage and stimulus until you are broken and you will be broken, trust me. And when you're finally broken and we have no further use for you. You will be sold in the slave market. I am sure that you will be popular, especially in a certain market, blue eyes, blond hair, alluring figure. I may even have a have a go myself before you leave….”
“You bitcmmpppphhh!” Hayley spat but before she could yell out the rest of her insult the Russian shoved the cloth back into her mouth. She then followed it up by wrapping another piece of cloth around Hayley’s mouth and around her head. The gag thoroughly quieted her protests but obviously not enough for the Russian. “I will have to see to that gag later on.”
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Rabat, Morocco
The fog of her chloroform induced sleep lifted slowly for Christina. Damn, she hated to be chloroformed. It always gave her a sore head these days. Christina kicked, thrashed, bucked and struggled, testing her bonds and quickly satisfying herself that she was indeed helpless. Christina then sent a steady stream of complaints, objections and curses in the direction of Frankie Saracino but due to the gag with the large ball in her mouth and thick pad pressing down on her lips, they were inaudible. To be fair the woman was only doing her job, it was Christina’s own fault for letting her defences down and getting snatched. She felt like an amateur. “Was there any need for that Christina,” Frankie said as she leaned on the bottom of the bed. “Just relax and accept what is going to happen, it will go easier on you that way.” Well, at least she knew who had grabbed her now. It was a team from Section 12 rather than Elizabeth Crawford or an independent contractor. Christina supposed that was at least something to be thankful for, when Jaclyn Sanders appeared again, she would be able to straightened all of this out. “I am not here to judge,” Frankie said. “Jaclyn Sanders asked us to find you and bring you back to headquarters and that is what we are going to do.” Frankie shrugged. “Nothing personal, just an assignment.” Christina could respect the professionalism even in her current position. With that Frankie turned away and had a hushed conversation with a striking dark-skinned woman that Christina didn’t recognise, so assumed she was the Saracino’s local contact. As she scanned the room, Christina couldn’t see any sign of Frankie’s partner, her daughter Sheridan.
After they had finished restraining Christina in her room Frankie had asked Sheridan to have a check around the surrounding area for any untoward before heading back to their hotel to pick up their bags. The plan was to head straight from Christina’s hotel to a safehouse provided by Adilah to wait for their flight back to America. As she slipped her phone into her bag after texting Frankie that there were no issues Sheridan didn’t notice the tall woman wearing a black niqab come out from a nearby shop and slipped in behind her. Sheridan relaxed a little as she made her way through the thin crowds and back toward the hotel, the journey shouldn’t take any more than fifteen minutes each way. As Sheridan walked along the street her attention was grabbed by something in a shop window and she decided to stop and take a look. No sooner had she done this than she felt a barge in her back that put her off balance and then she felt a tug on her shoulder as her bag was grabbed and stripped away, as it left her shoulder Sheridan made a grab for it but couldn’t get her hand clasped around it in time but saw that the person that had snatched it was a young boy of around twelve who set off at a run down the street. “Bugger,” Sheridan cursed under her breathe and set off after the young boy, she needed what was in the bag. The chase wasn’t long, the boy took a couple of sharp turns and headed down a dead with Sheridan close on his heels where he promptly dumped the bag, scattering it’s contents around the deserted alley before in a feat of great athleticism launching himself up an over the wall at the end of the alley. Sheridan stopped and slowly approached where her bag was lying, it seemed like a waste of time for the boy as he handy taken anything Perhaps it was just a prank, a joke between friends to laugh at the American woman chasing them. It didn’t bother her. Sheridan looked around the alley as she started to collect her things and saw a couple of closed doors but no windows, but as she looked behind her to the mouth of the alley there was a tall woman wearing a black niqab was standing with a large canvas bag over her shoulder. The woman gave her a thumbs up, Sheridan raised a hand in thanks before returning to picking up her belongings when suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. Before Sheridan could react, something bumped into her from behind and sent her sprawling into the dirt. “Hey, what’s that all about,” Sheridan shouted, assuming it was the young boy returning or one of his friends. Then as she tried to get up a hefty weight flopped on top of her and wrench one of her arms behind her back. “Argh, what UURRPPHH,” Sheridan’s complaints were cut off as a wadded-up handkerchief was forced into her mouth. That was quickly followed by a cloth being forced over her nose and mouth, the cloth was damp and the smell coming off the cloth instantly registered in Sheridan’s brain. Chloroform! “MMUUPPHH,” Sheridan screamed, but with her mouth packed and the cloth over her mouth very little noise escaped. Sheridan tried to get free but her assailant had her pinned to the ground and an iron grip and she couldn't slip free from meaning Sheridan couldn’t gain any leverage. Sheridan knew full well if she didn't escape soon, then she'd be spending at least part of the evening in forced slumber. Sheridan marshalled all of her inner reserves and focused all her energy on breaking away, but the familiar fumes were having their usual effect: an initial wave of euphoria, followed with increasing drowsiness and loss of sensation. As the darkness closed in, Sheridan's curiosity overtook and she wondered who had attacked her. Then just as darkness beckoned the cloth was removed and fresh, clean air hit her nostrils.
“I don’t want you all the way out just yet,” a female voice with an American accent said.
“OOHHMM,” Sheridan moaned into the handkerchief in her mouth as she was flipped onto her back. In was then that she saw that her attack was the woman in the black niqab.
“First of all, let’s get that gagged sorted.” Sheridan watched on impotently as the woman pushed another balled-up handkerchief into her mouth, the drug making resistance impossible. Next the woman produced a cloth with a large know tied in it. Placing the know at the centre of the packing in Sheridan’s mouth the woman tied both ends tightly behind Sheridan’s head. The woman looked at her handiwork and clearly not satisfied proceeded to fold a cloth and place it at the centre of a folded silk scarf, Sheridan raised a hand to resist but it was very weak and the woman batted it aside easily before placing the folded cloth over Sheridan’s mouth and tying both ends tightly together behind Sheridan’s head, compacting everything already in place, eliciting a very muffled moan from Sheridan. “Getting a bit feisty there,” the woman said as she picked up the chloroform-soaked cloth again and made sure Sheridan took another couple of hits before flipping her over onto her back and using strong rope to securely bind Sheridan’s wrists at the small of her back. Then the woman in black flipped Sheridan back onto her back and pivoted her up at the waist so that she was sitting up. That allowed the woman to wrap cord around her body, above and below her breasts several times, pinning her arms to her body. Finally. the woman tied Sheridan’s thighs together to hobble her movements. The woman seemed happy and delved into her bag and produced a small glass bottle. Even in her current state Sheridan assumed that the bottle contained chloroform and the woman was about to freshen up the cloth before sending her on a trip to dreamland. Sheridan was wrong, it was actually smelling salts and when the opened bottle was held under her nose there was an explosion of colour and noise in her head as her senses came sharply back into focus. After half a minute of getting back to equilibrium the woman helped Sheridan unsteadily back to her feet. “We are going to walk back to that hotel and you are not going to give me any problems,” the woman said. “Do you understand?” Sheridan didn’t respond in any way. How did this woman expect to walk her through streets bound and gagged without anybody noticing and intervening in some way or calling the police? “Well, the other option is that I tie your ankles, knock you out and leave you here for somebody to find and do who knows what to you.” Sheridan nodded, there was still the issue of getting a bound and gagged woman from this alley to the hotel. “Glad that we have an understanding.” Then the woman bent over and removed a light blue niqab from her bag and pulled it over Sheridan. Very clever Sheridan thought, the long dress would cover the bondage and the headscarf and veil hid the sever gag.
“MMUUHH, UUPPHH,” Sheridan mumbled but it was barely audible through her gag.
“Let’s keep in quiet for the journey,” the woman said as she finished packing up both bags, slipping her own over one shoulder and Sheridan’s over the other. “Nice and easy does it,” the woman said as she grabbed Sheridan’s upper right arm and guided her out of the alley and onto the main street, they walked slowly to prevent Sheridan from toppling over with her hobbled legs. The streets were quit but every time they passed someone Sheridan couldn’t believe that she was so close to potential help without being able to signal for it.
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Christina’s hotel, Rabat, Morocco
“Are you concerned about Sheridan?” Adilah asked Frankie after she had taken another glance at her watch. Only half an hour had passed since the text message had arrived so her daughter shouldn’t be too much longer. Frankie nodded and tried calling her daughter’s number but there was no response, that could have just been the lack of signal strength in the area. “I will go and take a look around. Ask if the staff have seen her.”
“Thanks, that would be great,” Frankie replied. Adilah nodded and stepped out into the corridor, closing the door carefully behind her. The room where they had snatched Christina was on the top floor of the hotel and Adilah headed toward the stairwell casually, with the confidence of a police officer going about her duty. As Adilah reached the top of the stairs and looked down there was movement as a woman wearing a black veil quickly removed herself from view and disappeared into the corridor one floor below. Intrigued Adilah descended the flight of stairs and then walked along the corridor, passing closed doors on both sides until she noticed something at the end of the corridor. The door to the final room on the left was slightly ajar and Adilah approached casually before giving the door a nudge with her foot. It opened wider and Adilah took another step, she was now half in and half out of the room. The room was in pitch darkness, no lights on and the shutters closed over the window. However, Adilah was sure that she could hear something in the room, a quiet, muffled mumbling. Suddenly a hand reached out of the gloom, grabbed her and pulled her inside the room. Before Adilah could react, her attacker thrust a damp cloth over her nose, forcing a sharp, sweet smell into her nostrils. She recognised the odour immediately as chloroform from the slight whiff when the Saracno’s had subdued Christina and it only increased her alarm, knowing as she did that the fumes would soon take their toll and render her unconscious. Being chloroformed was not something that happens quickly. It is a slow process as Aldilah had noted from when the American agents had attacked their captive earlier, this means that she would have time to break free. What Adilah hadn’t taken into account was the cumulative effect of inhaling every breath of the chloroform’s fumes had on your strength, co-ordination and mental sharpness. Every breath sucked more and more of all three away from you and dragged you closer to oblivion. An arm wrapped itself around her body and the door was kicked close. There would be no assistance from that direction. Adilah tried to twist free of her attacker's grasp, but found her efforts thwarted as the arm that encircled her torso only tightened further, drawing her close. Her own arms were pinned, and useless as she attempted to reach up and pry the soaked cloth away from her face. As she feared, the powerful vapour was making its presence felt. Her thoughts were becoming sluggish, and her strength was ebbing, causing her limbs to go rubbery. She realised the end of her resistance was drawing near. Marshalling her reserves, she managed to turn her head sufficiently to get a look at her attacker. But what she saw was of no help to her as the face was cover with a veil. With the fight over Adilah gasped into the soft damp cloth, drawing a deep breath of the irresistible inhalant and swooning under the resulting loss of sensation. Her body was growing numb, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, and the looming darkness was almost upon her. Adilah had been tied up before, but this was the first time she had ever been chloroformed and it scared her, whoever had captured her they had done it so swiftly and effortlessly. That question followed her down as, with the softest of moans, she plunged into the yawning abyss of oblivion. The niqab wearing woman lowered Adilah to the floor, kneeling along with her limp form so she could keep the drug-filled cloth over Adilah's nose and mouth.
The woman left Adilah on the floor, happy that the woman had inhaled enough of the fumes to keep her unconscious long enough so that she wouldn’t have to bind her. Well, not yet. The woman got up to leave, Sheridan ling bound and gagged on the bed moaned softly. “Don’t worry. I will be back for you soon.” The woman left the room, closing the door and making for the stairs. As she approached the door the woman didn’t break stride, deciding that shock would be to her advantage, burst through the door to find a groggy Christina lying in a slimline down restraining bag on the bag and a startled Frankie Saracino starting at her from the other side of the room. “Who are you?” Frankie asked of the black niqab wearing woman that had just entered the room.
“The question you should be asking yourself is, where is my daughter?” The woman could see that had clearly shaken Frankie.
“What do you want?” Frankie asked.
“Lovely, straight to the point.”
“MMMUOOHH,” Christina moaned from the bed. Both of the other woman in the room ignored her.
“I want you to take that chloroform, pour it onto a cloth and then hold it over your nose and mouth,” the woman instructed Frankie.
“You want me to chloroform myself?” Frankie asked. The woman nodded.
“If it helps make your decision, I just plan to leave you here bound and gagged whilst the Damsel in Distress there and I make our escape.” Suddenly Christina recognised the voice behind the veil and a wave of relief washed over her. Frankie was hesitating and the woman wanted to push home the point. "You seem to be having difficulty processing the situation, so allow me to provide some clarity. Don't think of this as being coerced to chloroform yourself; think of it as saving your daughter from a lifetime of discomfort at the hands of a dirty little man." Slowly Frankie reached for the chloroform, opened the bottle and poured a health amount onto a think cloth. “Wise choice,” the woman commented as Frankie brough the cloth up to her nose and mouth. The fumes wafted into her nostrils before she managed to get the cloth into contact with her face. The familiar fragrance fired colourful blooms of befuddlement that clouded her thoughts and benumbed her body Frankie stumbled over to the bed and sat down, continuing to press the cloth tightly over her nose and mouth, administering the fumes. As her awareness diminished in the face of the aromatic onslaught, a soft groan escaped her lips, muffled by the chemical-soaked cloth, already in danger of slipping from her weakening fingers. Then a helping hand appeared and pressed Frankie’s own hand against her face just as it was about to slip away. Frankie’s breaths became rhythmic and automatic as the friendly fumes continued to sever her connection to the waking world, plunging her into an immersive embrace that utterly consumed her. It was like sinking in a still pool of unknown depths, but the material she swam in was far more pervasive than mere water. It She willingly gave herself to the total loss of sensation, floating away into unconsciousness. As Frankie's eyes fluttered closed and her head lolled to her side, the niqab wearing woman kept her grip on the limp fingers containing the soft, thick cloth, maintaining a steady dose of the pungent fumes into Frankie’s nostrils as the woman slumped sideways onto the bed next to Christina.
“UURRPPHH,” Christina shouted from behind her gag.
“This is now the second time I have saved your sexy ass Christina.” The woman removed the veil and Christian was able to see the broad smile on Victoria’s face.
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Christina’s hotel, Rabat, Morocco
To say that Christina had been relieved to hear Victoria’s voice would have been greatly understating it. Once Frankie had rendered herself unconscious Victoria had released Christina from her bondage and whilst she had been getting back into her own clothes Victoria had disappeared from the room and returned five minutes later steering a tightly bound and several gagged Sheridan in front of her. “Lie on the bed next to mummy,” Victoria growled into Sheridan’s ear. On seeing Frankie lying on the bed Sheridan whimpers. “Don’t worry, she is just sleeping off some chloroform.”
“Need any help?” Christina asked.
“Not at the moment,” Victoria asked as she went about securing Sheridan’s ankles together with a length of strong rope. “Get packed up and ready to leave.” As Christina packed the few item that she had removed from her bag Victoria bent Sheridan’s knees so that the woman’s ankles were close to her wrists and used a final length of rope to hogtie Sheridan, further restricting her movement. “Good girl,” Victoria said giving Sheridan a pat on the bum. Christina had now finished packing. “The other one is downstairs. Take the bag and the gag and secure her. I will finish binding Frankie and meet you. Last door on the left.” Christina nodded and after slinging her bag over her shoulder she flung some binding materials into the lightweight restraining bag before folding that in half and picking it up. Once Christina had left Victoria emptied her bag of goodies and proceeded to bind Frankie in exactly the same manner as Sheridan was bound. That job completed Victoria took off the niqab and flung it into the corner of the room. Biding the two Section 12 operatives a fond farewell Victoria closed the door behind her and headed downstairs to find that Christina had also completed binding Adilah. The only part of the young woman’s body that was visible was her head and even most of the owe half of that was hidden by the large padded gag that Christina had applied.
“Moroccan Secret Police,” Christina commented, holding up Adilah Harrack’s identification.
“What do we do with the three of them?” Victoria asks meaing the two bound and gagged women on the bed upstairs and Adilah lying in the restraining bag on the bed in this room.
“Leave them,” Christina replied. “Housekeeping will find them in the morning.” That decision made the two women left the room and headed for the exit of the hotel. It was now late at night and nobody was around to give them a second look. “Where to?” Christina asked.
“I have a car parked ten minutes away. I suggest that we get as much distance between Rabat ad ourselves as possible.” Christina nodded and feel into step silently beside Victoria.