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CHAPTER 9
Anya circled around to stand behind my back, out of my field of vision. I didn’t dare to move for fear of getting even harsher treatment than what we were probably about to receive. Cindy whimpered along side of me as more of her drool ran down onto one of her breasts from the ball gag in her mouth. Her sounds of anxiety were very disconcerting to me, as I relied on my friend for strength. Without her stability, I was now a victim to my own fears as I watched Anya cutting up the rope into various lengths. Then I sensed Anya kneeling down behind me. Her face suddenly appeared at my right shoulder, between Cindy and me. She threw an arm around each of our necks and pulled the three of us together, cheek to cheek, like we were best friends.
“Anya’s going to have so much fun with you two,” she said. “Now, listen carefully. Keep your hands out of the way while Anya is tying up your tits, or Anya will find some of those nipple clamps she has lying around. Got it?” She grabbed our chins and forced us to nod our heads in agreement.
“Good girls. Anya is glad we are all in agreement.”
Igor handed her two long pieces of rope. Anya wrapped one of the white cords around my chest, looping it three times just above my breasts. Then she passed it around three times just under my breasts and knotted the ends. The tightness of the bands made it slightly difficult to breathe, but, even worse, it squeezed my large tits into distorted ovals. My nipples quickly became engorged from the tight grip. A sideways glance indicated my friend was now getting the same treatment to her breasts. I watched as Anya passed the rope over and around Cindy’s voluptuous body, compressing her breasts and making them bulge outward as well. Satisfied, the Russian woman rose to her feet behind me.
Suddenly, I felt Anya’s fist in my hair.
“Get up bitch!” She yelled as she yanked me to my feet. “Come over here!”
She dragged me to the head of the bed and forced me to sit down on the floor, facing Jennifer’s back.
“Stay put!” was all she said, as she went back to get Cindy.
Cindy was hauled to her feet by the same manner and brought over to join me. The red-headed Russian woman made us sit back to back. Then she turned to Igor and held out her hand for more rope. That request was easy for the bald man to honor, as he gleefully supplied his female comrade with several more segments of the white cotton fiber.
Anya knelt down along side of us and tied one piece around each of our waists. Then she chose two more lengths that were only about eighteen inches long. She pushed one pair of ends between our backs with her hands. I felt her tying one of the ends at the small of my back, connecting it to the part encircling my waist. Then she did the same with the other piece and fastened it to the cord around Cindy. Her hands continued manipulating the rope in some fashion as I felt her tugging on my waist rope behind me and feeding a line through it. Feelings of dread loomed up inside of me at what she was doing. Suddenly, I felt a sharp whack on my hip from her bare hand. She struck Cindy as well.
“Lift up you two.”
Cindy and I struggled to obey but found it quite difficult, as we kept knocking each other back to the floor. Another slap to the side of our buttocks didn’t really help.
“Come on! Quickly!”
The two of us whimpered and protested at her impatience while squirming around. It took us a few tries, but we finally managed to work together by pushing against one another’s back. We only raised ourselves a few inches, but it was all the room Anya needed to pull the two loose ends of the ropes underneath and out to the front of each of us.
The fact that there was now a rope lying between my legs indicated that I would be getting very intimate with it soon. I pleaded to Anya with my eyes while whimpering loudly. Can’t I get one break?
She gave me a wicked grin. “Yes honey, Anya knows how much you enjoy having something in your pussy.”
She guided it through the lips of my cunt and tucked it under the cord at my belly button and began taking in the slack. That’s when I discovered that the opposite end was connected to Cindy’s waist rope at her back and not my own as I had suspected. When Anya pulled the rope tight, Cindy grunted as her back was pulled against mine. The ruthless red head proceeded to tie the end off and rewarded me with a very strict crotch rope. It was much more unyielding than any I had worn before, because this one was connected to Cindy. I could now feel a tug on my pussy any time either of us moved. But Anya still wasn’t finished.
She walked around behind me to work on my friend’s ropes and moments later I felt the other rope pulling at my back. This was immediately followed by squeals of anxiety and concern coming from Cindy. I could only assume the other end now passed through her sex as well. Both of us were groaning and whimpering at the constant stimulation we now felt on our clits. The resulting pleasure this caused me forced a tiny moan from my lips.
Then Anya returned to stand at my feet. “Give Anya your hands,” she said to me.
I held out my wrists to her, as before, and watched as she attached another piece of rope to them. She took the other end of that rope and pulled my hands up, and then behind my head. As she walked around behind me again, my wrists were pulled all the way back to descend in front of Cindy’s face. This forced me to arch my back slightly, and made my chest thrust outward against the tight bands that squeezed them. The strain this caused to my bound breasts was rather troublesome. I grunted and groaned at the uncomfortable and embarrassing position, but soon found that my friend was fussing even louder than me. I heard her whimpering intensely as I felt my wrists being tied to her rope “bra”.
“There, that takes care of the one.”
I could now feel the softness of Cindy’s curves against my fingers and the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed in and out.
Anya grabbed more rope and said to Cindy, “Anya needs your hands now, honey.”
I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, but I imagined Anya was now tying the rope to Cindy’s wrists as she had done with mine. A moment later I felt Cindy’s arms being raised over my head and around the outside of my elbows. My friend’s bound hands came down past my face as Anya moved around to stand in front of me again. She pulled Cindy’s wrists down between my breasts causing my friend to groan with discomfort. I could feel Cindy’s back arching and the rope through my sex wedging itself a little bit deeper against my sensitive clit. I fidgeted uncomfortably from the unexpected stimulation. Oh my, this is not good, I thought.
But things were getting much worse by the second. Anya was now busy attaching the rope that dangled from Cindy’s wrist bonds to the bands that circled my chest. The cord was wrapped around both the top and bottom loops, so when Anya cinched it tightly and knotted it off, my poor breasts were squeezed even more.
“Ahhhmmmmppph!” I couldn’t help but mumble a complaint, as my tits felt the tight grip of the rope.
Now I had two things to worry about, a rope that was constantly rubbing over my clit and my bound and aching breasts. I looked down at Cindy’s hands as she tested the tightness of her wrist bindings. She was twisting her hands this way and that, and I could feel her fingers inadvertently brushing against the sides of my large tits. My nipples began to swell from the touch and I whimpered with humiliation at becoming aroused. A surge of sexual excitement was already building inside of me, despite my frightening situation. But, just when I thought Anya was done, the nasty woman revealed she had even more hideous plans.
Igor and Anya gathered up more of the white cotton rope and knelt down on my left. Igor grabbed my left knee and forced it up near my shoulder. He was doing the same with Cindy’s leg and I soon found my thigh pressed against hers. Anya immediately began lashing our legs together, right at the knee. I fussed and complained at this uncomfortable and humiliating position, but the two of them kept right on going until they finished. They tied our ankles to our thighs, and left us like that, with one leg drawn up and off the floor. Then they moved around to the right side and repeated the process to our other leg. Cindy and I were left in a frog tie with both of our knees tied to each other and our hands tied to the other’s breasts. Now, with my thighs pulled apart so widely, my cunt was straining against the rope cutting it in half. I couldn’t think of anything but the rope through my pussy that was driving me crazy.
I tried to remain calm but Cindy was getting awfully wiggly behind me. She was mewling pretty loudly into her ball gag and would occasionally bump her head against me. But what really bothered me the most was the fact that her hands just wouldn’t keep still. They kept pulling and tugging inadvertently on the ropes squeezing my breasts and made my large globes bounce up and down. And just as bad was the feel of the rope tugging at my pussy. Every time Cindy squirmed or moved her hips, the cord would pull tighter against my throbbing clit and send a tremor of pleasure through my loins. Oh my God, Cindy! Why won’t you sit still? I wanted to scream at her but when I opened my mouth, more drool ran down between my tits heading straight for Cindy’s hands. Good grief! I don’t think I can take much more of this.
Then things actually got worse. Anya had been watching me closely the whole time and she noticed what was happening to me. An evil look of lust and desire appeared on her face and she knelt down in front of me.
“Mmmmmm, it looks like Anya’s little pet is enjoying herself.”
She reached out a hand and began to fondle one of my tits. Instinctively, I tried to bring my hands down to knock her away, only to pull hard on Cindy’s breasts. I heard my friend let out a loud moan of anguish. Sorry dear. I apologized to her in my head. But now I couldn’t defend myself and had to helplessly sit there as Anya ran her fingers all over my quivering breasts.
“Yesssss, Anya can see that you like the touch of a woman. You are enjoying this, No?”
She was looking right into my eyes as she gently rolled one of my nipples around between her finger and thumb. Oh my gosh! She tweaked the other one too, doing them both at the same time. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Her soft touch sent ripples of pleasure through my erect buds.
“Mmmmmmmpppphhh!” I rolled my eyes back and moaned loudly as I received yet another tug on my cunt.
Suddenly I felt something wet on my left nipple. I opened my eyes again to see Anya’s tongue licking at it. Oh my God! I couldn’t stand it, and inhaled loudly, holding my breath for a moment. Her tongue was relentless, as it flicked at my tiny bud, over and over.
“Huhhhhnnn!”
I exhaled with a loud gasp, whimpering and snorting through my nose at the intense feeling of ecstasy coursing through my body. Her tongue felt so good to me and my breasts began to tremble and vibrate with a hunger for more. I turned my face to the side and buried it under my arm, as I tried to hide it from Anya. I didn’t want her to see how much I was enjoying this. But it didn’t matter, because my chest was already convulsing from her touch. There was no hiding the fact that I was highly aroused and excited.
Cindy tried to help me by clawing at Anya’s face and hair with her hands. But Anya was too quick and avoided her blind efforts easily. She pulled her head back and resumed fondling me with her fingers, away from Cindy’s grasp. Her hands were gentle, yet firm, as she massaged my large tits until I was moaning loudly. Then her hand traveled southward. I whimpered anxiously as she began to play with the rope splitting my sex. She was smiling at me, almost giggling with glee, as I squirmed from her touch. I was straining and pulling on Cindy’s legs with my own as I tried to avoid Anya’s intruding fingers.
Unwanted sensations of heat and desire were starting to build up inside of me from the attention she was now giving my pussy. I concentrated really hard to hold them off, because I was determined not to orgasm at the hands of this woman. But she was making it impossibly hard for me. She tugged on the crotch rope and smirked at the sounds this action elicited from the two of us.
“Ohhhmmmm!” I moaned again deeply.
It felt so good having her pull at the rope through my cunt, but I still fought to resist it. I shut my eyes tight, forced my breathing to slow down and tried to relax. But a squeal of delight from Cindy, followed by a sharp pull at my breasts and pussy, caused another ripple of pleasure to erupt from within me. Spasms and loud moaning gushed out with more passion than I wanted to show.
“Uhhhhhnnnngggggghh!” I snorted.
I felt some drool gurgling out past my ball gag and running down to my breasts again. Oh my God! I tried to plead with Anya but it didn’t come out quite right.
“Ohmmmmah Gahhhff, pweeeeef stoff, pweeef!”
My chest was heaving now as I gasped uncontrollably, grunting in unison with each tug of the rope on my clit.
“Guhhhh…. Uhhhhh… Ohhhhh…. Guhhhhhh!”
I screamed, half with pleasure, and half in frustration at the inability to keep my composure as I felt the unwanted orgasm quickly approaching. My thighs were trembling as they pulled at the ropes, wanting to close. But I couldn’t do anything to prevent what was happening to me. Oh my God! Here it comes…
“Anya!” Sergei’s voice boomed out, bringing an abrupt halt to the action. “We’re leaving now. I need Igor with me.”
I opened my eyes and saw Anya jump to her feet.
“Aww, but Anya needs his help for just one more second.”
Sergei looked annoyed at her. “Hurry up! We’ve wasted enough time as it is.”
It was hard for me to focus on what they were saying as I was struggling to reach the orgasm that was so desperately near. My body was sexually charged up, and was quivering and shaking all over at being brought so close to a climax. I had never felt this way before as my pussy was still yearning for fulfillment. I had this incredible urge to grind myself into the rope and tried to do so now. But I was bound so tightly that I couldn’t, and groaned with sexual frustration.
Anya hopped up onto the bed and knelt in front of Jennifer. She inched herself forward until her pussy was directly in front of the bound executive’s face. This caused the naked businesswoman to become very agitated.
“W-W-What the hell are you doing?” Jennifer asked anxiously.
Anya caressed the bound woman’s cheek and smiled. “Anya’s been longing to be pleasured by her sexy little pet. It’s what you’ve wanted to do for some time now, yes?”
Jennifer swallowed nervously. “N-n-no. What makes you think that?”
“Anya sees the way you’ve been looking at her. You like Anya’s hot body, don’t you?”
Jennifer’s eyes were locked on the young woman’s shaved cunt, wiggling just a few inches away. She was too mesmerized by it to reply. Anya said something to Igor in Russian and he retrieved a ring gag and handed it to her. She stretched it out with both hands and brought it down to Jennifer’s lips.
“Anya wants you to open up for me.” She whispered softly to her captive.
The pretty executive looked up at her and slowly parted her lips. The ring was slipped inside her mouth, and wedged behind her teeth. Then Anya wrapped the straps around her prisoner’s head and joined the ends together. While she was buckling it, she pulled Jennifer’s face forward to meet her thrusting pelvis. Muffled whimpering noises were heard as the once arrogant office administrator was reduced to a slobbering sex toy.
Anya noticed Sergei was glaring at her impatiently. She fixed her spiteful eyes upon her boyfriend while eagerly clutching her victim’s head to her groin. Her face was filled with lust as she forced Jennifer’s mouth against her pussy. She was still staring at Sergei and it appeared as if she were intentionally trying to annoy him. Then she turned to Igor and spoke briefly with him in her native tongue. Igor came forward and tied the Russian woman’s ankles together behind her. Anya placed her hands behind her back and allowed Igor to bind them together as well. Apparently she had directed him to bind and gag her because he pulled out another ball gag next and buckled that into her mouth too.
The red head tossed her head back and moaned as she thrust herself at Jennifer’s lips and eager tongue. This action enraged the Russian leader and he yelled something at her. Anya ignored him and moaned even louder as Jennifer began licking furiously. That, apparently, was too much for Sergei to handle. He rushed forward and back handed his girlfriend across the face.
BANG!!!
CRASH!!!
A bullet came smashing through the window and struck Sergei in the shoulder. He was thrown backward by the impact and landed on the floor. Chaos and shouting erupted throughout the cabin. I heard more gunfire coming from outside and the shout of someone through a bull horn.
“This is the FBI! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!”
But the Russians showed no intention of complying. Sergei began yelling out orders in Russian as he jumped to his feet while clutching his wound. He and Igor then ran from the room, leaving us behind to scream helplessly. The sound of machine gun fire echoed throughout the cabin followed by the roar of the truck engine. Then two figures, dressed all in black, came hurtling through the broken window, one after the other. They somersaulted and sprang to their feet holding machine guns at the ready. Their uniforms marked the two men as FBI agents. I heard the truck pulling away at high speed as more gunfire sounded from out front.
“They’re getting away!” The taller of the two men shouted. “After them!”
He signaled to the other agent who quickly dashed through the doorway. I could hear a lot of shouting and footsteps as, presumably, more agents swarmed into the building. The radio at the man’s belt suddenly crackled with life as a distraught voice came through the speaker.
“Agent Jeb, they’ve got a truck! We can’t catch them on foot! What’ll we do now, sir?”
A deep voice followed, “This is agent Jeb. Attention all units down on Forest Road. I need vehicle support at my position. Send someone to pick up my team and then form a roadblock at the end of the lane heading up the side of the mountain. The gangsters are coming your way now!”
The man listened for a moment and then slowly began to take in the scene of the room around him.
“Good Lord!” he exclaimed in surprise.
He reached for his radio and fumbled with the controls.
“Agent Jeb, I th-th-think you better come s-s-see this,” he stammered. “This is agent Mark. There’s a room full of naked and bound women back here.”
Within seconds, the doorway was crammed with gawking FBI agents. Distant gunfire and more shouting from outside drew some of the men away, but most of them remained behind. Suddenly they stepped aside to make a path for a tall, muscular man bellowing out orders.
“All right, all right. What’s going on back here? Why the hell is everyone standing around? We’ve got lawbreakers trying to make a geta…WHOA!”
The man’s sentence was cut off in shock as his eyes bulged at the sight of us. His face reddened with embarrassment as he attempted to hide his eyes and that of his men.
“Let’s go men, move out! Nothing to see here.”
He was motioning to his men to exit the room as he spoke into his radio transceiver, “Agent Laura and Diane, please come to the middle room on the north side of the cabin. I need your help with something.”
Agent Mark was still in the room, his gaze had never left Cindy and me. He came over and reached down to untie me, and then hesitated. I felt so embarrassed as my spread thighs were the center of his attention. He seemed unsure of what to do with me.
“Don’t touch them, Mark. Leave that to the girls. I want you outside with the rest of the men to catch those crooks.”
“Yes sir, agent Jeb.” He reluctantly moved off and left to join the others. Just after he was gone, two female FBI agents entered, a blonde who appeared to be about 30 and a slightly younger woman with auburn hair.
The blonde gasped and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God! What happened?”
“Diane, you and Laura untie these women and find them some clothes.”
“Yes sir, agent Jeb!” said the two women.
Then another urgent call came in over Jeb’s radio.
“Agent Jeb, the truck turned off before reaching the roadblock. They took another path heading south through the ravine. I’m sending the chopper to follow them now. The cars should be arriving at any moment to pick you up.”
Agent Jeb looked very unhappy at that news. He thought for a moment and then spoke into his radio. “This is agent Jeb. I’m leaving agent Diane and Laura with the victims here and taking the rest of my team to go after those goons. Agent Charles, you and your team circle the ravine and try to head them off on the other side. And for God’s sake don’t let them get away!”
I heard the sound of some vehicles arriving outside. Jeb turned to Diane and Laura.
“I’ll leave one of the cars for you. Contact me by radio if you need anything else. Now go help those young ladies.”
“Yes sir,” Diane said. “We’ll take good care of them.”
Jeb left the room, and I heard him shouting out more orders as he took the rest of his men outside. Laura and Diane then approached us.
“Oh you poor things,” exclaimed Laura, the younger of the two. “We’ll have you free in just a minute.”
Diane, the blonde, approached Tatiana, who was mewling loudly into her gag as if in distress. “Oh my! Look what they did to this one, Laura. Help me get her loose.”
I groaned with dismay as I watched the two of them working together to free Tatiana. Even worse, was the fact that neither of them were paying any attention to Anya, who was frantically working at freeing her wrists. I screamed with alarm when I saw her slipping her hands out through the loops that Igor hadn’t made particularly tight.
“Hhheppphhh!! Theeff feffin looff! Hhehhhff!” But my frantic pleas were ignored.
“Just a minute,” the younger one called over her shoulder without looking up. “As soon as we get this one untied we’ll help you next.”
I continued mewling and grunting as loudly as possible, desperately trying to get the attention of the two FBI women. Anya had her hands free now and removed her gag. She was working quickly to untie her feet and would be loose in just a second. Jennifer joined me in my muffled cries of warning.
“Ahhhhh hahhh hehh aahhhh ehhh hahhhuuuh!”
Diane and Laura lifted the freed Tatiana from the rail and ungagged her.
“Thank you so much officers,” she said in her best English dialect.
“Hhhepphhh, theef rife behinnoo!” I tried to warn them as Anya was off the bed now and rapidly approaching from behind.
Laura finally started to turn around, “What’s all the fuss… Hey!”
Anya had slipped the woman’s gun from its holster and was now pointing it at the stunned agent’s face.
“Hands up, both of you!” Anya commanded.
Diane tried to pull her weapon, but she didn’t realize Tatiana was her enemy as well. The blonde Russian woman pounced on her and wrestled the agent’s gun away just as she made a grab for it.
“Not so fast honey,” Tatiana cackled triumphantly, holding the gun now. “Aw, don’t look so surprised. You see, we’re both part of the gang too.”
Diane, thinking quickly, tried to scream as loud as she could. “HELLLL…oof!”
It was abruptly cut off by a punch to the stomach from the still very naked, Tatiana.
“Shut the hell up, bitch. You too Miss…. Agent Laura.” She read from the ID badge clipped to the auburn girl’s bullet proof vest. “The next sound either of you make will be your last!”
She emphasized that order by pressing the muzzle of the pistol against Diane’s cheek. The two Russian women listened for any signs that they were heard. But the only thing we detected was the sound of the men driving away.
Tatiana smiled. An evil grin appearing as the two female agents quaked with fear.
“Well, it seems any chance of help for you two just drove away. I think we have time for some fun now,” Tatiana snickered.
Her expression grew suddenly cold. “Both of you strip!”
Laura backed up a few steps and opened her mouth to complain, but quickly thought better of it when Anya aimed the gun at her nose.
“Anya wants to see you naked too. Now hurry up.”
The two trembling agents looked at each other with alarm. Neither of them appeared very eager to start.
“If you don’t take your clothes off right now, I’ll do it for you! And, I should warn you, my hands have a tendency to wander.” Tatiana chuckled.
The two female agents had heard enough and started removing their vests.
“Anya, go take a look outside and make sure we’re alone.”
The naked red head nodded and then hurried off to investigate. Meanwhile, agent Diane and agent Laura tossed their bullet proof vests off to the side and bent down to remove their boots. Anya returned just as they finished.
“There is a car outside, but Anya sees nobody around. They must have all left.”
“Excellent! It looks like we have time to make a clean getaway now.” She waved the gun at the two agents. “Let’s go ladies! Get those uniforms off too. I want to see some skin.”
With bright red faces, the two FBI women slowly unbuttoned their shirts and took them off. Diane was wearing a white, lacy bra underneath, which held her large tits in a marvelous fashion. The younger girl had slightly smaller breasts, but they looked magnificent in the sheer, black nylon bra she wore which was highlighted with pink ribbon-like seems and a cute pink bow in the center.
“Toss your shirts over here!” Tatiana commanded.
Diane looked at her partner as if to pass her a signal or something and then threw her shirt right at Tatiana’s face. Laura took the queue and did the same to Anya. Then they both made a run for it while their captors were temporarily blinded.
“Damn it!” Tatiana cursed after throwing the garment aside. “After them!”
Anya didn’t need to be told as she was already dashing out the doorway in chase. Tatiana was right on her heels. A moment later I heard a gunshot and some yelling. Then it sounded like a struggle commenced and a few minutes later, the four women returned.
The two FBI agents came back completely topless, with their hands pulled behind their backs. As Tatiana and Anya herded them back towards the bed at gunpoint, I noticed the agent’s bras had been used to bind their wrists together. Tatiana stood them in front of the bed and kept her gun aimed at their backs. The two captives glanced nervously at the naked and bound Jennifer, just to their right. The sight of which troubled them greatly.
“That was very stupid of you to try to escape. That bit of foolishness is going to cost you two big time. Anya, take their pants off.”
“With pleasure!” She said.
The buxom red head was all smiles now as she went over to Diane, reached around from behind, and removed the belt from its loops. She tossed that and the agent’s two-way radio to Tatiana. Then she unfastened Diane’s pants. The blond agent groaned in dismay as her slacks were pulled down her legs, revealing a white lace thong that matched her bra and a shapely and very naked bottom. Anya lifted the woman’s feet and pulled the garment completely off.
Tatiana sneered from behind her, “Agent Diane, do all the FBI women wear thongs, or are you just a naughty girl?” She laughed loudly as the stripped woman’s face turned beet red.
Tatiana took the pants from her comrade and put them on. Meanwhile, Anya sauntered up to Laura and put her arms around her from behind. Her hands went right to the topless agent’s chest where they gently cupped each firm melon.
“Please don’t,” Laura gasped weakly.
Tatiana stepped closer and pushed her gun into the woman’s long, auburn hair until it touched her scalp.
“I believe you were told to shut your mouth. Since you are obviously having difficulty following directions, we’ll have to find a nice gag for you. I have just the thing in mind,” she said while looking at Laura’s partner. “Anya, you may proceed.”
Tatiana stepped back again and watched with great satisfaction as her sexy comrade fondled the poor captive. Anya massaged both of Laura’s tits while kissing the woman on the back of the neck. Laura closed her eyes and shuddered as her left nipple was gently being tweaked. Anya’s right hand slowly slid down the agent’s trembling abdomen and stomach, tickling her skin along the way. Then she carefully unbuckled the woman’s belt and gradually pulled it out of the loops. It dropped to the floor with a loud clunk from the two-way radio. The auburn haired agent let out a startled gasp at the sound.
Anya’s hand returned to the woman’s waist and casually traveled over her body. The roaming hand caressed Laura’s belly and briefly slipped inside the waistband of her pants for a second to tease the girl. This made the female agent whimper and suddenly stiffen with apprehension.
“Mmmmm, Anya likes this one, so young and soft.”
She nibbled at the girl’s neck causing goose bumps to break out and the bound girl’s hands to begin writhing at the small of her back. Anya’s left hand continued to fondle Laura’s breast while her other was busy releasing the agent’s pants. The slacks were very tight around the woman’s hips and didn’t slide down when they were opened. The girl’s zipper was pulled down and Anya slipped her right hand inside to touch her captive’s panties.
Laura inhaled with a quick gasp and I saw her nipples suddenly harden. She stifled a tiny moan as Anya’s hand plunged between her legs, shoving her pants down along the way. They slipped to her thighs, exposing the young girl’s skimpy, black nylon panties. The front and back panels were only held together at the hip by a pink ribbon, tied in a bow. Anya was hugging her tightly with her left arm wrapped around her from behind and gripping her prisoner’s right tit. The other hand methodically rubbed at Laura’s crotch. She was kissing the FBI agent on the right shoulder while stroking the young girl’s pussy through her now wet panties. Laura bit her lip and closed her eyes in an attempt to endure the woman’s caresses. Her hips began to fidget and gyrate in an effort to pull away, but Anya increased the stimulation by pushing her fingers in deeper. The auburn haired agent suddenly snorted out a loud moan of desire.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
The girl’s perky tits were rising up and down rapidly as her breathing quickened and turned into passionate panting. Laura inadvertently lifted her leg up for a second and dropped it back down. Her pants suddenly slid to her knees, showing everyone that she was wearing black, lace top, thigh high stockings.
“Whoa,” Tatiana seemed surprised at this. “It looks like we found a hot little tramp hiding beneath the disguise of an FBI agent.”
Laura whimpered softly as the fingers found another sensitive spot, “Ohhhh…”
Anya cupped the girl’s crotch tightly and wrapped her right leg around the girl. She lifted her foot up and forced it between Laura’s thighs to push down on her captive’s pants. While still groping the poor girl, her bare foot shoved the agent’s pants down to her ankles.
Anya whispered into her prisoner’s ear, “Step out of your pants my dear.”
The auburn haired agent gasped slightly and suppressed the urge to complain. Her feet remained planted to the floor, so the Russian woman became a little more forceful. She pinched the girl’s nipple while pulling the front of Laura’s panties up into her sex.
“Gahhhh!”
“Step out of your pants, now!”
The expression on the young girl’s face contorted with painful pleasure, and she lifted her feet up so that Anya could remove her pants with her foot. Anya kicked them out of the way and returned her attention to the unwilling captive. Her left hand went to the back of her captive’s head and grabbed a handful of brown hair. She jerked back on it and pulled Laura’s head back abruptly, causing the girl to cry out.
“Ahhhhhh!!!!!”
Anya pulled harder, bending the girl slightly backwards, so she could lean in and kiss her on the lips. Her right hand made its way to the young girl’s crotch again. Laura began squealing wildly under Anya’s lips as she felt the hand slip inside her panties. She tried to twist away but Anya kept a tight grip on her hair. The agent’s whimpering and mewling grew even louder as Anya inserted her fingers inside the girl’s sex while kissing her even more passionately.
Diane had been patiently standing alongside the two of them, watching, and couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
“Leave the poor girl alone!” she suddenly blurted out.
Tatiana immediately slapped her across the cheek. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!”
“You know what?” she continued, “I’ve heard enough complaining from the two of you. Take your panties off, right now!” She rammed her gun into the blonde’s temple for emphasis.
Diane whimpered with fright and reluctantly nodded. Tatiana stepped back but held the pistol aimed at her head.
“Hurry up cunt, get them off!”
The blonde agent wanted to comply but, with her hands bound behind her, it proved to be quite difficult. She wriggled and squirmed as she slowly worked her panties off her hips. Her natural blonde pubic hair came into view as she finally managed to push her panties down to her thighs. Then she stopped.
“I said off, slut! Not just down around your legs.” Tatiana snickered.
Diane looked at her with chagrin and started to say something, but changed her mind with a noticeable sigh. She bent her knees and twisted around to get her hands to reach her panties. She struggled mightily to push them down as far as she could. Once they reached a certain point of her thighs though, she could no longer touch them with her fingers. She paused momentarily to consider her options. Then, after reaching some kind of decision, Diane began moving her knees forward and back in an effort to coax the tight panties to fall down. She started very slowly at first to preserve her dignity, but when that failed to work, she increased her effort into a ridiculous waddling fashion that made Tatiana laugh. We watched the red-faced blonde dancing provocatively until her thong eventually dropped to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor in front of her.
“Good girl,” Tatiana smirked.
Meanwhile, Laura was getting a full groping and French kiss from the now very horny red head. Anya’s fingers were buried inside the struggling girl’s pussy and working her victim into a sexual frenzy. Laura was panting heavily and sweating while her body was being played with. Then Anya suddenly broke off the kiss and pulled her fingers out. She yanked her captive up by the hair and clapped her other hand over the girl’s mouth. Laura almost swooned from the strong odor of her own arousal that was covering Anya’s fingers, right under her nose.
Tatiana bent down and picked up Diane’s lace thong from the floor and then grabbed Diane’s arm. She spun the girl around and pulled the naked blonde’s back against her chest. Tatiana wrapped her up in her arms and then turned the girl to face her partner. She brought her hand up, the one holding the thong, and pressed her fingers over her captive’s lips in a hand gag. The lacy panties were now pressed against Diane’s nose. Anya twisted Laura around too so that the two agents were now facing each other while being held from behind by the two Russian women.
The two FBI women moaned behind their hand gags while they were forced to watch one another getting fondled. Anya and Tatiana kept one hand on their prisoner’s mouths while using their other hand to stroke each girl’s sex. Laura whimpered loudly when she felt Anya pulling her panties down, right in front of her friend’s gaze. Diane’s eyes stared at the auburn haired girl’s smoothly shaved cunt and watched curiously as her younger partner was getting finger-fucked by another woman. But her eyes suddenly went wide as saucers as she felt Tatiana’s fingers penetrating her own sex, causing her to gasp through the hand gripping her face. The FBI women writhed and squirmed helplessly on the invading fingers as the Russian ladies toyed with the two of them.
After a few moments, Tatiana spoke to her comrade, “It’s probably time we get them gagged and tied up.”
“Awwwwww,” Anya pouted a bit. “But Anya supposes you are right. The others could be coming back soon.”
She ceased exploring her captive’s nether regions and held out her hand to her partner. Tatiana tossed Diane’s thong to her. When Laura realized what was about to happen she started mumbling a protest, but it certainly didn’t stop Anya. She balled up the white thong into a wad and raised it to her captive’s lips.
“Open up my dear.”
“Mmm mmm,” Laura murmured in the negative.
“Come on honey. Don’t make Anya have to hurt you.” But the girl refused to give in.
“Fine, be that way.”
Anya threw the panties onto the bed and then grabbed Laura’s hair with both hands. She dragged the young woman over to the bed and forced her down to her knees. Then she shoved the gasping agent face first into the panties. Laura’s naked bottom was now pointing up in the air while Anya continued to hold the girl down with fistfuls of her brown tresses.
“Put them in your mouth. Now!!” she ordered.
Laura’s eyes started to tear up with the humiliation. Her face was turned towards me and I could tell she really didn’t want to do it. Then Anya brought her hand down and spanked the girl across the bottom with a loud slap. The effect was instantaneous. Laura gasped with shock and pain, and began to sob. The second blow crushed her resolve.
“Please stop,” she pleaded and immediately opened her mouth and bit down on her friend’s thong and held it between her teeth.
Anya pulled her up and then stuffed it all the way into her mouth. She spun the girl around and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t move. And you better not spit those panties out while Anya is gone either.”
Anya left the room then, only to return moments later with some tape. She tore off a strip and slapped it across the girl’s lips to seal her mouth shut. Then she picked up some rope and began tying an end around Laura’s ankle. She pulled her stocking clad leg out and attached it to one of the wooden feet of the bed. Then she did the same to the other leg, leaving both limbs spread very widely. Laura looked worried now as her embarrassment and fear began to grow. She watched helplessly as Anya climbed onto the bed and fastened a length of rope to her wrists and pulled her arms straight back to the opposite edge of the bed. The Russian woman then tied the end off after forcing Laura to lean slightly backwards.
Meanwhile, Tatiana was busy bringing her own captive very close to an orgasm. Diane was gasping and moaning into the hand on her mouth, completely powerless to stop her feelings of ecstasy. But the Russian blonde could sense when the woman was about to climax and pulled her hand away before it was reached. Then she urged her prisoner forward with a sharp whack to the buttocks.
“Mmmmmppphh!!!” Diane exclaimed.
“Get over in front of your friend there. It’s time the two of you got more acquainted, if you weren’t already.”
Tatiana marched Diane over to stand in front of Laura and then forced her down to her knees between her partner’s thighs.
“Get me a ball gag for this one,” she said to Anya.
The red head left the room again for a moment while Tatiana maintained a strong hold on a whimpering Diane. I could see the worry in Diane’s eyes above the hand covering her mouth as she helplessly awaited her fate. Anya returned with a big pink ball gag and held it ready while her comrade removed her hand from her prisoner’s mouth. Anya immediately shoved the pink ball between Diane’s teeth and strapped it on tight.
“Mmmmmphhh!”
Diane mouthed the hard rubber and made strange gurgling noises as she tried to speak.
“Yoo baffwahds wineffa geff away wiff iff!”
Tatiana laughed. “On the contrary my dear. We will easily get away with this. You see, no one knows about us yet. They’re all too busy following that truck. So as soon as I finish getting some revenge, Anya and I will slip away before they realize what happened.”
She looked at Anya then. “Help me pull her hands up to the ceiling beam.”
The two Russian ladies worked together to run a line from Diane’s wrists up to a beam over head. Anya stood on the bed by Laura to reach it. She tossed the rope over the beam and then began hoisting Diane’s wrists up in the air behind her. The blonde FBI agent was whimpering loudly as she was forced to lean more and more forward, her face getting closer and closer to her partner’s exposed cunt with each pull. And, as Anya was tying the rope off to the beam, Tatiana was binding Diane’s ankles and knees together. Then, to ensure she wouldn’t be able to scoot herself backward, Tatiana decided to pull the woman’s ankles up and attach them to her wrists by a short line.
Diane mewled uncontrollably as her gagged lips drooled all over Laura’s pussy, just an inch below her mouth. The younger agent whimpered too, as she fidgeted and squirmed against her bonds, wishing there was a way to avoid it. Tatiana and Anya smiled at their cleverness.
“Mmmmmmm, isn’t that just delightful! I think those two will remember this moment for a long time,” Tatiana cackled. “Now we just need to settle the score with these two!” She was looking right at Cindy and me. Oh God, please no! I whimpered inwardly.
Anya was grinning too. “Yes, Anya thinks it’s about time we show them how serious it is to cross us. Shall Anya bring out our surprise now?”
Tatiana chortled. “Oh yes! I’m sure they’re anxious to see what we picked out for them.”
Anya left the room. Surprise? What was she talking about? I didn’t like the sound of this at all and I was suddenly feeling very scared.
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