Bound Together in Friendship

INTRODUCTION

My name is Samantha, and I have a story that I’d like to share with you.

The story I am about to tell will sound strange coming from me because normally I am very shy.  It happened just over a year ago now, but the memories of those events are forever in my mind.  They have shattered my view of sexuality.  But first let me give you a little background into my life.

I was raised in a very conservative home.  My mother and father were very close to me.  They taught me to keep myself pure until I was married, which I honored very fervently.  Because of this I was very nervous around boys and rarely dated.  It wasn’t that I was unattractive.  In fact it was quite the opposite.  When I became a teenager my breasts developed much faster than the other girls my age.  Once the boys noticed them I began to wear more modest clothing to hide them as best I could.  But they still grew to the point where it didn’t matter what I wore and I was quickly nick-named “Sammie DD”.  The young men also adored my long blond hair and athletic body and gave me endless compliments, but all that attention just embarrassed me.  I probably wouldn’t have gone out on any dates if it weren’t for Cindy forcing me to double date with her.

Who is Cindy you ask?  Well, Cindy is my best friend.  In fact, she may be my only friend, as I never got close to anyone other than her.  Cindy and I grew up together and have always been best of friends for as long as I can remember.  She lived only a few houses away from me in my neighborhood.  We are both the same age, 26, and we played together, grew up together, and even went to college together.  She has always been there for me.

It is interesting that we are so close considering we are so opposite in personality.  Where I am shy, Cindy is outgoing.  Where I am conservative, she is provocative.  Cindy loves to flirt with the men and flaunt herself.  She is always wearing something that will display her charms and bring attention to herself.  I think Cindy is the most beautiful young lady in the world.  She has wavy, light brown, shoulder length hair.  Her body is very athletic, with well-toned muscles.  She works out with me at the health club twice a week and weighs about 125 pounds.  She is three inches taller than me at 5’9”, with long shapely legs to die for.  I’ve always envied her body.  She makes every woman look ugly compared to her.  Her breasts are just a bit smaller than mine but they are perfectly rounded and firm.  Her ass is hot and sexy, especially in those little skirts and shorts she is always wearing.  I can see why the men at the club are always turning their heads when the two of us walk by.

But her best feature isn’t the firm breasts, long legs, or tight ass.  It is her eyes, those gorgeous green eyes.  They are so mysteriously enchanting.  They are the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.  Every time I look at them all my fears and concerns just melt away.  And when Cindy gives me that beautifully warm and friendly smile, I just want to give her a big hug and snuggle up safely in her arms.

With the men it is even worse.  When they see her eyes for the first time, they are filled with such desire that they become like putty at her feet and will do anything to have her.  Steve was one of those men.  When he saw Cindy he knew he had to have her.

Steve was rich and Cindy loved it.  It helped that Steve was good looking too, but Cindy had always craved the extravagant life-style more than anything.  So, when Steve began buying her expensive jewelry and taking her to fancy restaurants, she fell in love with him.  They were soon married, too soon in my opinion.  It was at their wedding reception that I first met Brian.

Brian was Steve’s best friend.  Brian was such a gentleman and he treated me like a lady from day one.  Brian didn’t make me feel nervous like the other guys before him.  He wasn’t crude and didn’t embarrass me, or make comments about my large breasts.  He just smiled at my beauty and always gave me a gentle little kiss as his way of saying he loved how I looked.  I fell in love with Brian and we married about two years after Cindy and Steve did.

Brian and Steve worked together as computer software developers for the United States government.  They were paid extremely well but, because of the secret assignments they often received, they had to travel away from home fairly regularly.  They had to stay out of contact with family and friends during those trips too.  Cindy didn’t mind though.  Not because she didn’t love Steve.   She just felt it was worth putting up with if it meant she got to live in a big house, own a sports car, and have a hefty spending allowance.  They bought a mansion and hired a butler and two maids.

I, on the other hand, hated Brian’s travel.  I loved him with all my heart and I was reluctant to see him leave the house.  I was lonely without him and I would always go to Cindy’s place and stay with her during our husband’s weeklong trips.  I needed someone to cheer me up and Cindy was the one I turned to.  It was during one of these business trips when my story began.

CHAPTER 1

It was a midsummer Saturday afternoon, and Cindy and I were lounging by her pool in the hot sun.  Cindy was wearing a white string bikini, and I was wearing my usual one-piece blue swimsuit with the conservative cut.  I had a wrap over my shoulders too.  I didn’t like to show too much skin with other men around, and Cindy’s butler, Walter, was waiting on us.

“Aren’t you hot with that wrap on?” Cindy asked.

“No, not really.  I’m used to it,” I said.

“How do you expect to get a good tan with your skin all covered up?”

“I already have a tan.”

“Yes, but men prefer women with really DARK tans,” she said, emphasizing the word dark.

“Brian likes the tan I have now.  Besides, I don’t care what other men think.”

“Why not?  Isn’t it kind of fun to have guys notice you more?”

“I don’t want men to notice me more.  I am quite happy with Brian.”

“Does Brian really make you happy?”

“Oh yes!  Brian is wonderful!  He loves me dearly and makes me feel good about myself,” I said happily.

“What do you mean he makes you feel good?” asked Cindy who seemed intrigued about my choice of words.

“I… I… Well… That’s not… I mean…” I stumbled with the words.  I was embarrassed every time Cindy took the conversation in a sexual direction.

“Well,” Cindy continued.  “HOW does he make you feel good?”

I blushed red and pulled my wrap tight around me.

“Th-Th-That’s not what I meant,” I finally said nervously.

“You said he makes you feel good.  I was just wondering how.”

“Please, can we talk about something else.  Your butler is coming.”

Walter arrived with our glasses of lemonade on a tray.  I grabbed one quickly and began sucking on that straw as fast as possible.  I handed the other drink to Cindy hoping she would do the same.  Walter bowed his head slightly at me with a smile and left.  Cindy set her drink down on the table without a sip.

“Walter’s gone now.  You can say what you were going to say.  The maids are inside the house too,” she said looking around.

I knew how Cindy was, she wasn’t going to quit until she got an answer.  I looked back at the house and waited until I was certain that Walter would remain inside before I responded.

“Brian is the best thing that ever happened to me.  He loves me more than I ever imagined.  I can’t wait until they get back tomorrow.”

(I was referring to Steve and Brian’s business trip.  They had been gone for their usual week long trip and were due back tomorrow afternoon.)

“You said he makes you feel good.  Does he have sex with you?” Cindy asked bluntly.

I almost choked on my lemonade when she said that word.  I coughed a bit, wishing I were someplace else.  My face felt hot and flushed.  I looked at Cindy and saw those eyes again.  She was looking at me curiously, patiently, knowing that I couldn’t get away from her gaze.  I sighed and chose my words carefully.

“Yes we make love.  We ARE married you know.”

“Ah, making love.  I’ve always wondered why women refer to sex as making love.  Women are just like men.  We enjoy sex for sex too.  Why do we try to romanticize it and call it making love?”

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully.

“Steve and I have sex.  Not often enough in my opinion.  You would think that since he is gone so much that he would have sex with me the moment he got home.  But he doesn’t.   He always arrives home exhausted and sleeps most of the next day.  But at least he treats me good later.  I really love it when he uses his tongue to lick my….”

“Cindy!” I scolded, quickly cutting her sentence off before she finished it.

I was shocked.  She knew how uncomfortable I was with this topic.

“What?  Can’t I talk about my sex life?”

My face was red again and I felt hot.  I took another sip of my drink thinking it would cool me off.

“No.   I’d rather you not.  Talk about something else.”

“OK, let’s go back to you and Brian.  Does he ever give you oral sex?”

“What?” I said, flabbergasted.

I looked around to see if Walter was coming back.  I really wished she hadn’t asked that question.

“Do I have to answer that question?”

“Of course you do.  I’m not going to let you go until you do.”

“Well,” I said quietly. “No, actually.”

I wasn’t sure if I was more embarrassed from her question or from the fact that I had never experienced sex in that way before.  She probably thought I was a prude for not having oral sex.

“Really?  You have to try it sometime.  I just know you would enjoy it.  You can’t imagine how good it makes you feel inside.”

When she said that, I didn’t know what to say.  I closed my eyes as a strange feeling came over me for the first time that I couldn’t quite identify.  I found myself beginning to wonder about what she was describing.  What would it feel like?

I started to imagine my husband, Brian, getting down on his knees between my legs as I lay back on the bed.  My muscles began to relax and I could actually feel my crotch starting to get wet just thinking about it…

“Ahhhh!!!” I yelped.

My eyes flew open as I realized I had inadvertently spilled some of my lemonade into my lap.  Cindy quickly grabbed a towel and came over to me.

“Here, let me help you with that,” she giggled.

She knelt down in front of me and tried to use the towel to dry my crotch.  But I snatched the towel out of her hand before she even touched me.

“Thanks, but I can do it myself.”

Annoyed at myself, I took the towel and dried myself off as quickly as I could.  Cindy watched me patiently.  When I finished I looked over at her.  I saw her grinning at me as she stifled a laugh at my clumsiness.  Suddenly I became acutely aware of Cindy’s position, as she was still kneeling in front of me, her face only a few feet away from my lap.  Cindy glanced at my crotch and then looked up at me.  Our eyes met for just a moment and then we both turned away blushing.

“I need to go use the bathroom,” I said as I jumped to my feet.

I had to get out of there, and fast, as my mind was starting to give me images of Cindy that I didn’t dare even think about.

“Sorry, it’s all my fault,” Cindy apologized as she got to her feet.  “I shouldn’t have brought that subject up.”

Cindy gently grabbed my arm as I started to leave.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked me.

I turned and looked into her face.  I sighed as my anger at her disappeared when I saw the look of genuine concern in those luscious eyes of hers.  She really cared about me and I knew she was just playing.

“Of course not.  How could I ever be mad at you?  I just wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.  I’m sorry.”

We hugged briefly and then I walked to the house.

I lingered in the bathroom a while after I finished my business.  I stood in front of the mirror with my bathing suit on the floor.  I looked at my naked body as I thought about what Cindy had said.

“I wonder what it feels like to have someone lick me?” I thought.

I had never thought of that possibility before.  Brian had never tried this with me.  Maybe he was as reserved as I was.  Or maybe he just didn’t like to do that.  But either way it didn’t matter.  I was more than happy with my relationship with Brian.  Our sex life was just fine if you asked me.  I put those thoughts out of my head and changed into my clothes.

Cindy came inside a few moments later but made no mention of our previous conversation.  The two of us went about our regular activities without a second thought.

*****

The phone rang about 10:30pm that same night.  Cindy answered.

“Hello”  …  “Hi honey!  I’m glad you called.”  …  “Samantha came over as usual and we did some sunbathing.  We can’t wait to show you our tans tomorrow.”  …  “What?”  …  “Why?  Can’t they find somebody else?”  …  “Samantha’s not going to like it.”…  “Can she talk to Brian at least, is he around?”  …  “Oh, I see.”

I saw the frown on her face and I could tell that the guys were going to have to stay away longer.   I didn’t pay any attention to the rest of the conversation.  I was too depressed.  I slumped down on the sofa and cried.  I missed Brian a lot.

Cindy hung up the phone and sat down next to me.  She tried to comfort me with a hug.

“I’m sorry honey.  Their assignment got more complicated all of a sudden.  They’ll have to stay until everything is done.  He said it could be another week or more before they return.”

“Where was Brian?” I cried.

“He was still at the job working.  Steve snuck out to call me even though he wasn’t supposed to.  I hope he doesn’t get into trouble.  This assignment seems much more serious than the others.  They are so strict about contacting anyone.  They’re always worried about national security or something.”

I rested my head on Cindy’s shoulder and cried for a good fifteen minutes.

“I didn’t bring enough clothes for another week,” I said.

“That’s all right,” Cindy said.  “You can wear some of mine tomorrow while I have the maids wash yours.”

Cindy and I went to our bedrooms.

*****

The next morning I awoke when Cindy came into my room.

“How do you feel today?” she asked.

“I’m still depressed,” I said.

“I’ll have Sara make us a big breakfast of eggs, sizzling bacon, sausage, and hash browns.  Then we can go shopping.  That’ll cheer you up.”

“Sounds good.  Is she going to wash my clothes soon?”

“Rachel already started.  They should be done after breakfast.”

“What am I going to wear to breakfast?”

“You can wear some of my clothes.”

I thought about that offer for a moment as I looked at what she had on right now.

Cindy was wearing a white bustier like top that was laced together up the front between her ample breasts.  It provided barely more coverage than a bra, as her abs and belly button were completely bared by the short top.  The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin and you could clearly see her nipples through the thin material.  She wasn’t even wearing a bra!  Her elastic pull on shorts were made of a thin white nylon mesh and barely covered her ass cheeks as she walked.  The material was so thin that if you looked closely enough you could easily make out the fact that her bikini panties underneath were bright pink.

Cindy got up and took out a white colored, cropped T-shirt with a deep V cut in the front and a pair of shorts, exactly like the ones she wore now, only this pair was pink.  She set them on the chair next to my bed.

“Here these will fit you,” she said ignoring the fact that my jaw had dropped open in horror.

Then she went to her lingerie drawer and took out an ivory colored bra and panty set made of fine silk, exquisitely sculpted with lace edging.  They were very expensive and were made in France.  She placed them on top of the shirt and shorts.

“You’ll look really sexy in these.”

I was reluctant to wear any of Cindy’s revealing attire, even for a little while.  But what was even less appealing to me was the idea of wearing her underwear.

“I’m not wearing those,” I said flatly.

“Oooh!  Are you going to go without panties?  I’ve done that on occasion.”

I flushed red again.

“No, I just don’t want to wear your clothes.  Call me silly if you want.  I’ll just wait until my clothes are dry before I get dressed.  Breakfast will just have to wait.”

“Suit yourself.  I’ll go tell Sara to put breakfast on hold then.  In the meantime, why don’t you take a shower while you’re waiting?  Your clothes should be dry by the time you’re done.  I’ll come back when they’re ready.”

“OK, sounds good to me,” and I went into the bathroom and turned on the water.

Cindy called through the door, “Toss out your pajamas and I’ll have Rachel wash them too so you can wear them again tonight.”

Rachel and Sara were her maids.  They did all the cooking and cleaning around the large house.

It must be nice to have people do everything for you, I thought, as I began to undress.

I removed the short-sleeved pajama top and pulled off the matching shorts and stood there naked.  I wasn’t wearing anything underneath because I had put all the rest of my clothes into the laundry.  I opened the door just far enough to hand Cindy the pajamas and shut the door quickly before she could make any other comments. I heard Cindy leave and go downstairs.  I got into the shower and stayed there for over 20 minutes.

When I was done, I stepped out of the shower and started drying my hair with Cindy’s hair dryer.  While I was doing this, I thought I heard a crash from downstairs.  I turned off the hair dryer and listened more closely for a moment.  I didn’t hear anything more so I went back and finished drying my hair.  Maybe I had just imagined it, but I decided it probably would be better to go investigate.  I brushed my hair as quick as I could and then all of a sudden I heard a muffled scream emanating from downstairs!  I rushed out of the bathroom covering myself with just the towel.  Then I remembered Cindy had taken all my clothes.  I had no other choice but to put on what she had set out for me.  Reluctantly, I donned her clothes as fast as I could.  Then I heard men’s voices, angry voices, and someone running up the stairs headed towards my bedroom.  I panicked. What should I do? I thought, as I frantically looked around for somewhere to hide.

CRASH… The door to my bedroom burst open and I screamed loudly!!

A giant hulking figure of a man stood there with a machine gun pointed directly at me.

“Shut up woman, or I kill you now!”  He emphasized his threat by raising his weapon and pointing it at my head.  He spoke broken English with a Russian accent.  He was wearing a black shirt and camouflaged colored pants.  He also wore military boots.

I was terrified, more than I had ever been in my life.  I stopped screaming and backed against the wall.  My whole body trembled and my knees sagged weakly.  I was petrified with fright as he moved closer and pressed the barrel of the gun into my throat.  I barely managed to stifle another scream that was about to escape my lungs.  I sobbed miserably, fearful that he would shoot me on the spot.  He leaned his face forward bringing it close to mine.  He was smiling evilly as he looked into my eyes.

“I have comrades with me.  We have guns and will kill you if you not listen.  Do not scream again or you die.”

I could smell his breath as he spoke.  He had blue eyes of steel that bore holes through me.  It looked like he was hoping that I would scream again so he could pull the trigger.  My lips were quivering so much that I had trouble speaking.

“I… I… un-understand.”

He almost seemed disappointed.  He pulled the gun away and stepped to the side.  He waved his machine gun to signal me to move toward the doorway.

“Move.  NOW!!”

I didn’t wait for him to ask again.  I threw one arm over my bosom and the other over my belly, wishing my shirt was bigger as I walked past him toward the door.

“STOP!” he ordered.

I froze in place next to the bed, not turning my head.  What now?  I felt very vulnerable with him out of sight behind me.  I put my hands behind me to cover my rear.  He laid one hand on my shoulder and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the back of my head.  My heart was pounding hard and fast as I was expecting him to force me to the bed and rape me.

Instead he yelled out the door into the hallway, “I find another one up here!”

In a moment I heard several footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall.  Three more men and a woman entered the room.  All of them were dressed as the man behind me, in black shirts and camouflaged pants.  Two of the men carried machine guns.  The woman and the other man each carried a large caliber automatic pistol.  The man with the pistol looked at me and smiled.

“Are you Samantha?”  He asked me.

His accent was also Russian and I surmised the rest of them were too by their blond hair and blue eyes.  I was looking around at each of them nervously as I tried to size them up, wondering why they were here and how they knew my name.

“ARE YOU SAMANTHA?” he repeated louder.

He seemed very annoyed that I hadn’t answered already and raised the barrel of his huge pistol and pointed it at my head.  I nearly wet my pants from fright.  I took a step back and opened my mouth to scream.  But I held it back as I remembered the earlier warning.  I forced myself to speak quietly.

“Y-Y-Yes”

“Good,” he said.

He lowered his pistol and walked towards me.  He reached out his right hand and cupped my chin in his rough palm.  He lifted my head so I could see his eyes.

“My name is Sergei, and you are now my hostage.  From now on you will do exactly as I say or you and your friends will die.  Please remember that because I am not a patient man.  Aleksei would be more than happy to blow your head off.”

I assumed Aleksei was the big man behind me.  I nodded weakly and in shock.  How did they get in here?  Why did these people want ME?  I figured it must have something to do with Brian’s work.

“Nikolai, Boris, bring in Cindy.  It is time to get to work.” Sergei said to the other two men with the machine guns.

Cindy!  I had almost forgotten that she and the other servants were in the house.  I remembered the scream I had heard earlier and feared someone might have been hurt.  I was relieved to hear that Cindy was obviously still alive.  The two men left the room and went downstairs.

“Tatiana, go down and see how the others are doing and get the prisoners ready.  We will meet you shortly.”

He turned his attention back to me as the woman left the room too.  He looked down at my feet and slowly raised his eyes up my body.  I blushed at his attention.  He was examining me a little too closely for my comfort.  I tugged on the bottom of my shorts hoping to make them an inch or two longer.  Then as his gaze traveled to my chest, I brought both arms up and crossed them over my breasts as if they were naked.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked quietly, still looking at my chest.

I didn’t answer.  He raised his head.  He leaned forward and then roughly grabbed my hair in his left fist.  I squealed a little at the sudden force, but I refrained from screaming.  I raised my hands to defend myself.  I grabbed his muscled forearm with both hands and tried to pull him off me.

He tucked his pistol into his waistband and then grabbed both of my wrists with his empty hand and pulled my hands away.  I squealed again as he held my hair with one hand and my wrists with his other.  He was very strong and was hurting me.  He chuckled at my weakness as I whimpered in his grip.

“It is good that you are afraid of me.  You do not know who I am.  I am a very powerful man.  I have killed many many Americans.  Do not touch me again or I will have you stripped and beaten.  It would be a shame to have to mar such a beautiful body as yours.  You will do as I say whether you want to or not.”

He released me by shoving me backwards.  I fell back into the powerful arms of Aleksei.  His huge hairy arm was thrown over my chest from behind.  He trapped my arms against my side as he squeezed me tight up against his sweaty body.  I grunted as the air was pushed out of my lungs.  I weakly brought my hands up and clung to his forearm.

I watched in horror as the other two men returned with Cindy.  Her hands were secured behind her back somehow.  They each held one of her arms, shoving her along.  Cindy was determined to resist every step they made her take.  She was bucking and kicking furiously as they led her into the room.  They pushed her forward until she was standing only a few feet away from me.  She had struggled so hard that the lacy waistband of her pink panties was now sticking out the top of her shorts.  She was breathing heavily and her skin was covered with a sheen of perspiration.  She looked so vulnerable and helpless with her large breasts heaving as they strained against her thin top.  With her arms pulled back like they were, it seemed that her breasts were much larger than I remembered. There was a large red ball in her mouth.  The ball filled her mouth and protruded slightly beyond her teeth.  Her lips were stretched tight as they wrapped around the ball.  Ugly black leather straps were attached to each side of the ball, holding it in place.  The straps went around both sides of Cindy’s head, under her hair, and were attached somehow in the back.  The straps dug into the corners of her mouth, pulling them back fiercely.

She looked up at me pitifully with those green eyes.  This time she was looking to me for help.  She made strange gurgling sounds as her lips quivered to form words around the ball gag.  She wanted to tell me something but I couldn’t understand what she was mumbling.  I searched her eyes for their normal confidence and control.  Instead they were filled with worry and terror.  It was almost enough to make me cry.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched her mouthing the red ball gag, struggling against its discomfort.  She was almost crying herself as we looked at each other for security.

“Oh, Cindy,” I said.  “Are you all right?  Did they hurt you?”

“Mmmm-mmmm,” she mumbled in the negative.

“SHUT UP!!”

Sergei struck me across the face.  I would have fallen if Aleksei weren’t holding me up.

“Do not speak unless I tell you to.  You will be beaten the next time you talk without me saying so.”

I felt as if I had been hit with a brick.  The blow had made my head spin and my jaw hurt a lot.  Aleksei’s huge arms kept my hands from reaching up to rub it.

“Now you must answer my questions.  Your husbands are working on a new missile guidance system computer program.  You must tell me where they keep the files and what the decryption key is or one of your friends will die.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said truthfully.

(Brian was never allowed to divulge any information about his assignments.  This guy obviously knew more than even I did about his current one.)

“Very well, I see you want to be tough.  Well I can assure you that you picked the wrong man to defy.”

Sergei whipped out a large knife then and grabbed the front of Cindy’s top with his other hand.  Using the fabric as a handle, he yanked her over to him and put the blade against her left breast.  Cindy’s eyes went wide with fright as she stared down at the sharp weapon threatening to slice into her soft flesh.  Sergei cut her left shoulder strap and then used the blade like a finger and pushed the left side of her top down exposing her nipple.  Sergei held the sharp edge of the blade against the erect bud.  Cindy whimpered into her gag, unable to control her fear.

“I think you are lying!” he said to me.

“P-P-Please, don’t hurt her!  Please!” I begged.  “They never tell us anything.  They aren’t allowed to. Please, I really don’t know anything about it.”

I cried hysterically as I feared my answer would be rewarded with a slash across Cindy’s breast.

“Tell me what you do know girl or I’ll carve my initials into your friend!”

“Wait, please… I… I… I think Steve keeps his computer locked in the den.  It’s downstairs at the end of the hall on the right.  The files must be on there.”

I had to tell them something or they might kill us all, I said to myself.

Sergei smiled.  “Thank you for that information, but we already found it.  I just wanted to see how willing you would be to cooperate.  Your friend here wasn’t quite as helpful,” he said.  He threw Cindy back to Nikolai, not even bothering to fix her top.

I hung my head in shame.  I couldn’t look at Cindy now as I felt I had betrayed her by giving in to them.

“Comrades, bring these women down stairs to join the others.  It is time to get to get to work.  We are running out of time.”

Nikolai and Boris then marched a very reluctant Cindy out of the room, her left breast still exposed.  Aleksei was strong enough to handle me on his own.  He practically carried me as he shoved me along.  Sergei followed in the rear.  As I followed Cindy I could see a set of handcuffs had been locked on her delicate wrists.  They bounced against her rear as she walked.  The short metal chain jangled with each step on the stairs.  It was a horrible sound.  I feared my own fate would be the same shortly.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs a disturbing sight filled my eyes.  Walter and the two maids, Sara and Rachel, were all being held captive by yet another man holding a pistol and the woman, Tatiana.  They had each been bound in a different position.

Walter was laying face first on the floor with his wrists and ankles cuffed together behind him.  His ankles had been pulled up and connected to his wrists by a short rope, leaving him hogtied.  His mouth was covered with duct tape and his face was red as the old man struggled to breath.

The older woman, Sara,   (I think she was in her 30’s) was lying on her side, across one of the sofas, with her wrists handcuffed behind her back.  Her ankles were bound together with rope and her mouth held a ball gag not unlike the one in Cindy’s mouth.  She was still wearing her black and white maid’s dress, but was missing her shoes.  It appeared that she had struggled quite a bit as her hair was disheveled and the hem of her dress was riding up.

The younger girl, Rachel, (I think she was 22) wasn’t in much better shape.  She was ball gagged as well and was sitting on the edge of coffee table.  Her bare feet were crossed and bound together at the ankles and her hands had been hand-cuffed behind her back.  Her maid’s skirt was much shorter than Sara’s and had slid all the way up her thighs.  She seemed too frightened to move or even notice that her panties were showing.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she whimpered hysterically into her gag.  The man with the gun was standing right next to her with his hand stroking her hair. He was well muscled, baldheaded, and had a black handle bar mustache.  He had a wicked grin of lust on his face as he looked down at his captive.

I was made to stand next to Tatiana.  She was tall and well muscled and appeared to be about 30 years old.  If it weren’t for her buzz cut hair style I would have said she was good looking.

She smiled at me and caressed my face with her fingers.  “Welcome, sweet pet,” she said to me.  “I can’t wait to play with a pretty little thing like you.  When we get more time I’ll give you a proper introduction of myself.”

She ran her fingers softly over my lips and along my chin.  Then she let her hand drift slowly down my neck, brushing her fingertips across my breastbone to tickle my skin.  I tried to pull back but she grabbed my upper arms and pressed her body right up against me, crushing my breasts into her own.  She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my ear.

“I hope you decide not to help Sergei,” she whispered.  “Because then he’ll turn you over to me, and I’m sure I can come up with a pleasurable punishment for you.”

She squeezed one of my breasts and tried to kiss me at the same time, but I shoved her away.

“Get away from me!” I blurted, surprised at my own courage.

She just threw her head back and laughed.

“You’ll learn to like me little girl, trust me.”

Cindy was shoved over to stand next to me.  We turned and whimpered fearfully as we looked around at our captors.  They were obviously in control now.  I saw Sergei pull out a pair of handcuffs.  Then he looked at me with a grin as he headed my way.

“NO! NO! DON’T!”  I screamed, despite the previous warnings.

I tried to run, but Tatiana grabbed my arms from behind, and held me still.  Sergei helped her spin me around so my back was to him, and then he pulled my wrists behind my back.  I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.  I felt the cold metal on my wrists and then I heard the loud click.

“NO!” I cried again.

But it was already done.  My wrists were secured tightly.  Instinctively I pulled at the cuffs to see how much freedom they left me.  The metal had been tightened around my wrists so that it gripped my skin very tightly but not painfully so.  I could only bring my hands to my hips.  My bravado weakened as I realized how much more powerless I was now.

“How does she look now?” Tatiana said as she spun me around to face everyone.

Their eyes were immediately drawn to my thrusting chest.  I felt humiliated as my breasts pushed against the bra and against the tight T-shirt, threatening to split the material at any moment.  With my wrists secured behind me, I could no longer cover myself.  I lowered my head, too embarrassed to look up into their faces, as I heard them whisper comments amongst each other.

“We will need to constrain the two of you further, so that we can search the house.  Igor, can you see that this one remains quiet.

He had indicated the baldheaded man when he said that.  Igor smiled wickedly at me, and pulled out another red ball gag like Cindy’s and waved it in the air with glee.  I cringed.  My knees felt weak and I almost collapsed.

“No! Please, no!  I won’t say anything!  Don’t…” I wailed as I tried to back away.

Tatiana held me steady as Igor slowly approached.  I had to get away from him.  I tried to run, and I broke away from Tatiana, but Sergei had been expecting my reaction.  He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.  His strong fingers dug into my shoulders as he held me still.  Igor moved in and held up the ball gag by one of the straps and dangled the ugly thing in my face.

“This one is for you my pretty little girl.”

“No, please.  I promise to be quiet.  Please don’t put that thing in my mouth.  Please,” I pleaded desperately.

My mouth felt dry as I swallowed hard.  I was cringing at the thought of having that ball crammed into my mouth.  I turned my head to the side and clamped my mouth shut as tight as I could.  I whimpered and cried and kicked at him blindly with my bare feet, anything to keep him back.

From behind, Sergei threw one arm around my chest, over my arms, and then used his other hand to grab my chin.  He forcefully turned my face front again.  I struggled furiously, but Sergei was much stronger and held my head motionless.  His used the hand on my chin to pry my mouth open a bit.  I whimpered and squealed hysterically as I felt my mouth slowly forced opened as Igor jammed the ball in.

“Ahhhgg…guuhh… uhh… urrggh…”

I gurgled unintelligible protests as the ball forced my mouth open wider and wider.  Then all of a sudden it popped inside.  I grunted in surprise.

“Uhhmmmmpppphhh…”

I was so shocked.  The ball filled my mouth completely.  My face wrinkled up as the rubber tasted disgusting.

Sergei took the ends of the straps and jerked back on them, hard, making me grunt again as the ball wedged deep into my mouth.  My hands were writhing and twisting against the cuffs unable to reach my mouth.  I sobbed uncontrollably, as I was helpless to stop him.  The straps were pulled tight behind my head and buckled together under my hair.  Then he finally let me go with a swat of his hand on the back of my ass.

“Hhuummph,” I grunted at him indignantly. 

Instinctively I tried to bring my hands around as I pranced in place with my feet, reacting like a dog that was muzzled for the first time.  I shook my head violently as I fought against the gag.

“Gaig ig gouph… Guggh ahhg goo gligg…” and I began to drool.

Cindy looked at me with pity as she watched me struggling.  She knew exactly what I was experiencing.  She was just as helpless as I was.  I grunted and mewled into the gag as I looked at Sergei for sympathy.  Instead, he was grinning in amusement as he watched me dance around, gagged and handcuffed.

Sergei chuckled, “Relax, pretty one, you’ll get used to it.”

Sergei gave an order to Tatiana and Igor in Russian before leaving the room with the other three men.  Igor smiled and grabbed my arm.  Tatiana went over to a bag on the floor and pulled out some rope and turned to Cindy and me.  We both shrieked in terror knowing what was coming next.

Igor threw me face down onto the sofa across from where Rachel was tied on the table.  Before I could get up he sat down on the small of my back and grabbed my legs.  I grunted at the weight of him as he was crushing my hands, against my back, underneath him.  I didn’t even bother to struggle as he used the rope from Tatiana to tie my ankles together.  It was pointless to resist him from this position and it would just make things worse, I figured.

I turned my head to see what was happening to Cindy.  I watched as Tatiana forced her to the floor, onto her back.  Cindy kicked Tatiana several times in the stomach before the Russian woman finally managed to gather the defiant girl’s legs up into her arms.  But Cindy continued to thrash around so much that Tatiana was unable to get the rope on her.  It took all of her strength to keep the girl under control.  Tatiana cursed at her in Russian and called to Igor for help.

Igor finished tying my legs and gave me a pinch on my ass as he stood up to help his comrade.  He knelt over top of Cindy and grabbed her throat with both hands and began choking her.  Cindy continued struggling but eventually her body went limp as she slumped unconscious.

“Ctthheee,” I screamed into my gag!

Igor let go of her and stood up.

Tatiana yelled at him, “You idiot!  Don’t kill her!  We need her alive.”

“Shut up woman and do your job.  She’s still alive, for now.”

And with that he stormed off after the others muttering something to Tatiana in Russian as he left.

Tatiana tied up Cindy’s ankles and then got up and came over to me.

“Sit up Capitalist bitch!”

She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to a sitting position as she swung my legs around to the ground.  She dragged Cindy over and laid the unconscious girl next to me.  There wasn’t enough space left for her prostrate body so her face landed in my lap.  I looked down at my friend’s face to see if she was OK.  Her eyes were still closed, but I was relieved to see that she was still breathing.  Her gagged lips nestled against my shorts as she lay there peacefully.

Tatiana grabbed Rachel by the arm, “Sit still little girl and be quiet.”  Rachel nodded meekly and looked over to me on the sofa.  I wasn’t sure what she was looking for but I tried to give her a brave look.

Tatiana walked to the center of the room and surveyed the room full of bound captives.

“Don’t move, any of you!” the Russian woman commanded.  “We’ll be just in the next room and if I hear anything at all I’ll come back here and make it worse.”  She turned and left the room.

I could hear the Russians searching the house.  They were making a lot of noise as they ripped down paintings and broke furniture looking for who knows what.   They weren’t concerned at all about how much noise they were making.  Not that it mattered anyway, as Cindy’s mansion was built on a large wooded property, far away from any other dwellings.  There was no chance of anyone hearing a single sound from this house.

Now that the Russians had left us alone, some of my fear began to subside.  I looked around at my fellow captives.  Rachel was the closest as she was sitting right in front of me, only a few feet away.  From my position I could clearly see the white triangle of her panties under her short skirt.  Rachel grunted at me and closed her legs as she realized for the first time what I was looking at.  I looked away from her, my facing flushing at being caught.

I gazed over at Sara.  She was across the room on the other sofa.

The woman was completely ignoring the warning to be still as she was desperately struggling to sit up.  She swung her legs around and put her bound feet onto the floor.  After a few failed attempts she finally managed to right herself and sit up.  But through this process she had inadvertently twisted her skirt.  It was now bunched up around her waist and I could see her light blue panties.  I quickly looked away before she too noticed me watching her.

Walter was still on the floor.  I couldn’t see him clearly as he was down behind the coffee table.  I could only see his cuffed feet sticking out above the table.  I could hear his breathing though.  He was snorting and grunting into his tape gag.  I worried about him as he was well over 50 years old and wasn’t in very good shape.  It wouldn’t be good for him to remain hogtied for very long.

I glanced back at Sara who was now trying to fix her skirt.  Unable to stand, she instead decided to slide off the sofa onto her knees.  But when she did that, her skirt was pulled all the way up for just a moment and I saw all of her lacy boy short panties in full glory.  She pulled away from the sofa and her skirt fell back down to its normal position as she squatted down onto her knees in triumph.  She leaned her back against the sofa, exhausted and sat down on her bound ankles.

Then I felt Cindy beginning to stir.

“Nnnnnn….” she moaned, as her head started to move.

I felt her warm breath on my legs, and the drool from her gagged mouth moistening my thighs as she started to awaken and roll her head.  She turned her face towards me, but her eyes were still closed.  She groaned again louder into my lap and her eyes began to crack open.

“Ctthheee” I cried.  “Wtthh upphh!”

Cindy shook her head a bit to clear her mind, inadvertently rubbing her nose into my crotch.  Then she lifted her head and opened her eyes, but she wasn’t fully alert yet.

Saliva drooled from her mouth and dripped onto my shorts.  I wiggled my thighs under her in an effort to get her to move off of my lap.

“Gtthhh upphh,” I gurgled, thrusting my hips at her urgently.  I needed her off my lap before I began thinking strange thoughts of her again.

Cindy looked up at me and then down into my lap as she tried to make sense of where she was.  Then all of a sudden recognition kicked in and she turned and twisted her upper body as she wriggled herself down towards her feet until her head was finally off my lap just next to my thigh.

Cindy then turned her body and pulled herself up to sit upright.  She swung her bound feet onto the floor and sat next to me.  She looked over at me and then at Rachel.  The three of us regarded each other as we helplessly awaited our fate.

CHAPTER 2

Cindy tried to talk to me through her gag, but I couldn’t make out the words.  I shook my head and gave her a confused look.  She grunted louder, and turned her back slightly to show me her shackled wrists.  What was she trying to say?  I can see your hands are cuffed, I thought, I’m not stupid.  She looked at me grunting emphatically about something.  Frustrated, she finally abandoned trying to communicate with me and fell back against the sofa in defeat.  She gurgled a few more complaints… I don’t know, but I think she was mad at me.

I could see why she was so frustrated.  I didn’t see any way of getting out of this.  The four of us women were all hand-cuffed, ball-gagged and had our ankles crossed and bound.  Although, it could have been worse I suppose.  At least we didn’t end up hog-tied like Walter.  I could still hear the poor guy grunting into his taped mouth, and every so often I could see his feet wiggling above the coffee table and pulling at the rope that connected his cuffed ankles to his cuffed wrists.

Sara was sitting on the floor, across the room, just watching Cindy and me.  She sat there without struggling for the first time today.  The top two buttons of her dress had come undone from her earlier exertions.  I could now see the sweaty curves of her ample breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily into her ball gag.  Her shoulder length, dark colored hair was a mess but her blue eyes showed that her morale was not.

Rachel was the only one whose spirit had been broken by all of this.  Her head was down and her short blond locks dangled over her eyes.  I could see tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto her bare thighs, as she sobbed quietly.  The poor girl was just out of college and was too young to be put through this sort of thing.  I wish I could have said something to cheer her up.

We sat there for several minutes until Tatiana and the men returned.  Sergei issued some orders in Russian and his men came over to pick us up.  Nikolai grabbed Sara, Boris scooped up Rachel, Igor yanked Cindy to her feet and Aleksei pulled me up.  The four strong men easily lifted us up and threw us over their shoulders, face first, with our butts sticking up in the air.  Sergei gave the order to follow as he left the room, but Tatiana stopped them.

“Wait a minute,” she said thoughtfully as she gazed at our upturned fannies.  “Why don’t we give them something to think about during the ride?  Hold them still, I have an idea.”

Alarmed, I turned my head as best I could to see what it was she had in mind.  To my dismay she came over to me first with a huge grin on her face.

“You look so tempting like that,” she said to me.  “Hold still honey.  This won’t hurt a bit.”

Her hands suddenly darted out and grabbed at my shorts.  Without any warning whatsoever, she yanked them down my legs as I let out a shriek!

“There we go, that’s much better,” she sad as she patted the backside of my exposed silk panties. 

I wailed in protest and kicked my bound feet, but she had already turned to her next target.

Cindy, however, had already seen what was coming, so when Tatiana approached, she was ready for her.  Cindy’s bound feet fired out unexpectedly striking the blonde squarely on the jaw.  The Russian woman’s head snapped as she staggered backwards from the kick.

“Damn it, Igor! I said hold her still!” She said, rubbing her chin and spitting out blood from her bitten tongue.

Igor just glared at Tatiana and spewed forth an angry remark at her, in Russian.

“Just hold her legs would you!” Tatiana growled.

Igor held Cindy’s legs tighter then as Tatiana proceeded to pull down Cindy’s shorts revealing her pink panties.  Then she gave the defenseless girl a hard stinging slap on her satin covered buttocks.  Cindy squealed and tossed her head back in surprise and pain.

“That was for giving me trouble earlier.  And this is for kicking me just now.”

She spanked her again, harder this time - once, twice, thrice.  Cindy moaned through her gag at the humiliation of having her bottom spanked by the woman.

“Now, get the American whore out of here.” She ordered, and then turned to the two maids.

Rachel and Sara whimpered frantically as they feared their defenseless bottoms were next.  But Tatiana didn’t deliver any more spankings; instead she reached up under their skirts and took their panties down!  The two maids screeched in protest as the woman left their underwear bunched up around their knees as an added form of bondage.  Even though their shapely buttocks were left covered by their nylon skirts, Rachel and Sara weren’t the least bit happy.  Tatiana gave them each a pat on the behind and gently smoothed out the thin material covering their bottoms.

“Sorry if I upset you ladies, but we’ll be traveling for quite some time and I needed something to keep the trip interesting,” she said nonchalantly.  “What a lovely sight you all make.  OK men, we can go now.”

The sudden change of events filled the house with a chorus of squeals and whimpers as they hauled us away.

They carried us out of the house and into the driveway towards a large, black, passenger van.  Sergei pulled open the sliding door on the right side of the van and ordered his men to put us inside.  The third row of seats had already been removed to make just enough room for cargo.  Cindy was shoved in first and laid along the floor on her right side with her head towards the back of the van and her back against the driver’s side wall.  I was placed in next on my left side facing Cindy.  Aleksei placed his hand on the back of my panties and shoved me right up next to her as I grunted a complaint.  Rachel was next; they forced the terrified girl right up against me from behind.  When her stomach hit my back it knocked me over and I fell against Cindy.  My face landed into her chest, just above her exposed breast.  I grunted in surprise at the embarrassing position and struggled to regain my balance.  But before I could recover, Sara was shoved in too, with her back against Rachel.  This caused all of us to be jammed tightly together like sardines.  My breasts were crushed against Cindy’s bare belly.  I couldn’t budge at all now and I had no choice but to leave my face buried in Cindy’s cleavage.  I felt Cindy’s hot breath in my hair and the slick ball of her gag wetting my forehead. From behind, Rachel’s bosom flattened against my back and I could feel her gag pressing into the back of my head.  I felt Rachel’s bare thighs against my own from behind and Cindy’s from the front.

The worst part was where my hands ended up.  I could feel the soft material of Rachel’s nylon skirt pressing against my hands and the warmth of her flesh beneath it.  My hands were trapped right where her thighs met her abdomen, and where her….  Oh my god!  I suddenly realized I was feeling her womanhood through the thin fabric as her crotch was pressed into my fingers!

I immediately tried to pull my hands out from between us.  Rachel grunted in surprise at the sudden wiggling of fingers between her legs.  She gurgled a protest through her gag and pressed her thighs into mine in an effort to push me away.  I ignored her as I continued to try and work my fingers free.  If I can get them out, we will both be free of this embarrassment, I thought.  She’ll thank me in the end, as I continued with determination.

Rachel began twisting her hips now and grunted more emphatically.

“Gothhh itthh” she snorted in anger. “Gothhh muumminnn yurr hantthh.”

Suddenly, Sara gave us both a violent shove back with her bottom as she had been squashed into the wall by all the squirming.  My hands were sandwiched even tighter now.  I sighed in frustration.  It was useless to keep wriggling as the only thing I was managing to do was to irritate everyone.  Maybe it would be better if I just didn’t move at all, I decided.  So I settled down and tried to relax.

My attention had been focused so much on my current predicament that I hadn’t even noticed that we had already started driving down the road.  At first the van made several turns, and stopped and started a few times at traffic lights or stop signs.  But after a few minutes we were traveling along a highway and continued on it for quite some time.

I also realized for the first time that Walter must have been left behind.  He certainly wasn’t in the back of the van with us and I had not seen them carrying him out.  I turned my head slightly and strained my neck to look at the passengers in the front of the van.  I could only see the back of their heads above the seats.  Tatiana’s short blond hair, in the middle of the back seat, was the only one I recognized.  But Walter was almost 60 years old and none of these men had any gray hair, so I figured Walter must not be with them. At first I was worried about him being left by himself.  But then I realized if he were found, he might be able to help the authorities identify who our captors were.  He just might be our only hope for escape, I thought.  I wonder why they only took the girls.

Moments later, I felt sweat forming all over my body.  It was getting very hot in the back of this van.  There wasn’t any air conditioning and the summer day was quickly getting warmer.  There were no windows back here either.  We all started sweating profusely and our legs and bodies began to stick together.

The sweat was running down my forehead and even started to drip from my chin.  Wait a minute, that wasn’t sweat on my chin.  Here I was drooling and I hadn’t even realized it.  My ball gag was causing the saliva to run out of my mouth onto Cindy’s chest.  I glanced down and saw a trail of it on her bare breast right now.  It ran down and eventually reached her nipple, causing her to shiver and break out into goose bumps.   The tiny bud became erect and she moaned softly and shifted her torso uncomfortably.  This was going to be a long ride!

I lay there quietly for quite some time.  I watched Cindy’s breasts swell and recede in rhythm with her breathing as she lay wedged against me.  I found myself counting the beads of sweat and different skin markings on her chest in order to pass the time.  What else was there to do in this position?

Tatiana’s snickering voice broke my reverie.

“Well, how’s everybody doing back there?  Getting comfortable?”

I felt bodies shifting and I heard a few whimpers but no one responded directly.

“You girls look kind of hot.”

Strangely, my first thought to that statement wasn’t about the temperature.

“Sorry we don’t have any air conditioning for you.  If it gets too warm back there just give a holler, and I’ll gladly remove some of your clothing,” she sneered.

Cindy grunted indignantly at the remark.

Then I felt Tatiana’s hand on my calf.  I jerked my legs instinctively to pull away which elicited a moan from Cindy and Rachel who had felt my sudden movement.

Tatiana’s hand slid up my leg to my knee.  She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down further until they stopped at the ankle ropes.  I mewled into Cindy’s breast as Tatiana’s hand roamed even higher, all the way to my hip and came to rest on my panties.  She traced the outline of the lace with her fingers as she spoke.

“You have really nice legs honey, and a sexy ass.”

Then her hand pulled away to find another morsel to sample.  I felt Rachel’s skirt rising a bit and then I heard the girl squeal as she suddenly thrust her hips into me from behind.  I presumed she was reacting to more of Tatiana’s aspirations.

“I like your ass too.  Yep, we got ourselves a handful of fine looking young ladies here.  I can’t wait for the fun to get started.  Isn’t the anticipation exciting?”

More whimpers, some of fear and some of worry.  Cindy lifted her head and snorted at Tatiana in anger.

“Oh, you are the feisty one aren’t you?”

Tatiana leaned over so she could reach the defiant girl.  Cindy started squealing and squirming as Tatiana’s hands found a new set of legs to fondle.

“I love when the pretty ones put up a fight.”

I felt Cindy’s shorts slide down her legs to her feet.

“I’m going to enjoy you the most.”

SMACK…

She gave the green eyed beauty a whack on her tanned thigh.  Cindy cried out and inadvertently thrust her chest forward as she held her breath, grimacing from the pain.  Her large breasts engulfed my nose.  I mumbled beneath her.  Get off me, I can’t breathe.  She felt my complaint more than hearing it and pulled away as she finally exhaled.  Her breathing remained very rapid and short though, as she was still feeling the sting on her bare skin.

Tatiana turned away then and left us to suffer through the rest of the journey.

After almost an hour of driving the van finally turned off the highway and onto the back roads.  Now the turns became more frequent again and the jolts more often.  The four of us whimpered and groaned with each bounce as our sweaty bodies rubbed together helplessly.  Suddenly the van turned onto a road that travelled uphill slightly.  I heard stones being kicked up and the vehicle lurched frequently as it traveled along what sounded like a dirt road.  The path seemed to be endless as we climbed higher and higher, but eventually it leveled out and a few minutes later the van came to a halt.  I heard doors opening and closing as our captors got out.

The sliding door was pulled open and I could immediately smell the scent of pine trees.  We must be out in the country somewhere, I thought.  The same four men pulled each of us out, and again we were thrown over their shoulders as they started walking.  I looked around and confirmed that we were now in the woods, well away from the city.  Tall trees and hills surrounded us on all sides and shaded us from the hot sun.  I gazed back at the road we came in on.  The rocky trail disappeared through the trees along with my hope and courage.  Out here we were all alone and our captors now had all the time they wanted to do whatever they wished of us.  My anxiety and fear intensified greatly.

Looking ahead, I saw we were approaching a large cabin made of wood.  There were two other vehicles parked beside it, a dark green military jeep and a large, black pickup truck.  As we approached the single floor building, the front door suddenly opened and a red haired young woman and a tall sandy haired man stepped out.  They were wearing the exact same attire as the others - fatigue pants, black shirts, and each of them had a gun belt and automatic pistol.  Sergei addressed the curvaceous woman.

“Anya, my darling, is the cabin ready?”

The woman thrust out her large breasts proudly and said, “Yes.  Anya and Ivan have everything prepared.”

Then they switched to Russian and continued the conversation for a few minutes while we waited helplessly.  I saw the tall man, Ivan take a long look at Cindy and me.  He licked his lips as he gazed at our panty covered bottoms.  He stopped paying attention to the conversation of his comrades and spent the whole time staring at us.  He was starting to make me nervous.

“Take them inside,” Sergei said finally and entered the cabin ahead of us.

The men carried us through the first room.  It contained a large table made of strong oak, surrounded by eight sturdy chairs.  A fireplace and cooking area were on the left and a doorway to another room on the right.  In the rear was a sitting area with two sofas and some more chairs around an oval shaped rug in the middle of the floor.  As we passed the table I noticed several photographs, documents, and maps spread out on top.  There were also two laptop computers and some electronic equipment.  I couldn’t get a good look at any of it as I was upside down and moved by it so swiftly.  We turned to the right and went down a short hallway and into a room in the rear.  We passed two closed doors along the way, one on each side before reaching the last room on the left which didn’t have a door.  This was to be our final destination.  The room was completely bare of any furniture and there were no windows in it either.

They dumped the four of us onto the hardwood floor without any concern for our comfort.  Then without saying a word, the four men who carried us in, left.  We sat there with our knees pulled up slightly and turned to the doorway.  Sergei stood there grinning at the four helpless packages bound before him.  I could sense the evil wheels turning inside his head as he watched us for a moment, deep in thought.  The gleam in his eye and the smirk on his face had me worried.

“You will remain here for a few days,” he said finally.  “We are miles away from any help so there is no need for screaming.  But you will remain gagged anyway.  Food and water will be brought to you if you behave and do as I say.  The reason you were taken will be made clear when the time comes.  But for now, make yourselves comfortable.”  He turned and left.

Comfortable?  He was obviously kidding as we sat there bound and gagged on the floor. We all looked at each other with fear and uncertainty.   What was to come of us?  What did they need us for?  How could we ever possibly escape? I wasn’t feeling very positive about any of the answers to those questions.  I was starting to feel the despair kicking in when Cindy looked over at me.  The brave and confident look had returned and her eyes seemed to say to me - Don’t worry dear, we’ll get through this somehow.

I looked around at our little group.  Cindy and I still wore our shorts around our ankles, so we were now sitting on the hard wood floor in our panties.  Rachel and Sara, however, were forced to sit on their bare bottoms.  Their panties had fallen all the way down to their ankle ropes from the rough handling.  Rachel’s knees were pulled up to her chest as she rested her head against her legs, sobbing softly.  From this position I could see her nakedness under her skirt.

Sara immediately started struggling again.  She was now attempting to pull her panties up, but it was proving to be far more difficult than she thought.  The only way she was able to reach her underwear, with her hands cuffed behind her, was to bend her legs.  But when she did that she couldn’t slide them up over her knees.  She rolled about furiously without any concern of how much of her private parts she showed to the rest of us.  She kept trying to twist herself into a better position.  I was impressed with the amount of determination and energy the woman had despite the futility of her situation.  After a minute or so of useless squirming, she tried a new idea.  She decided to lie on her back and stick her feet straight up in the air, and let gravity help her out.  She wiggled her legs but the elastic clung to her calves as the panties refused to drop.  All she managed to do was put her naked bottom on display to the rest of us.  Exhausted and out of ideas, she finally let out a sigh of defeat and dropped her legs down.  She turned over to look at us, and her face reddened when she realized we had all been watching her.

Her struggling must have given Cindy and idea though.  The brown haired girl scooted herself over to me and again tried to talk to me through her gag.

“Ah thimm ah gamm puumm yurrr paannth upphh.”

I had no idea what she was saying as she turned around and backed herself right up against me.  Her cuffed hands began blindly exploring my legs.

I let out a little squeal of surprise.  This isn’t the time to get friendly, I thought.  But I quickly picked up on her real intentions.

Cindy’s fingers had found my shorts and she tugged on them as best she could and started working them up my legs.  I tried to help her by lying down on my back and raising my legs and then my hips off the floor.  Cindy was able to slowly inch my shorts up my thighs, but getting them up and over my hips proved to be more of a challenge.  Her fingers twisted and pulled without much leverage, and I received several inadvertent pokes into my groin as her hands rubbed repeatedly over my panties until my shorts were eventually back into their proper position.

She looked at me with satisfaction and I nodded back to her.

“Thannths” I gurgled.

Then we both looked down at her shorts and knew what we had to do next.  We reversed our positions and our roles.  Now my hands were the explorers as she lay down and presented her hips up to me from behind.  I struggled with the task though.  I was too nervous and self conscious about where my hands were going to be as effective as she had been, and once my fingers were brushing against her panties, my hands started trembling.  Oh god, this is taking forever.  My face was bright red from the embarrassment and I could see Rachel and Sara watching me intently.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on finishing as fast as I could.  Eventually I managed to get Cindy’s shorts back in place.

I looked back over my shoulder at her to see how I had done.  She briefly smiled at me behind her gag but then glanced down at her chest.  I gulped.  Now she wants me to cover her breast too!  I rolled my eyes in frustration.  Cindy rolled onto her side and, reluctantly, I laid down close to her and backed myself into position again.  I could hear Cindy’s breathing quickening in anticipation as my hands drew close.  I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and waited while I mustered some courage.

OK, I can do this; try to relax.  Gingerly, I reached out my hands toward her bare breast.  I felt the soft orb and the hard nipple almost instantly.  Cindy inhaled sharply and let out a soft moan.  My fingers were shaking as I cupped my left hand around it gently.  I squeezed her breast to make it as small as possible and used my right hand to pull her top up to cover it.   I tucked her in as quickly as I could and then pulled away without daring to look back at her.  My body was trembling from the mixed feelings of shame, nervousness, and… …and something else.  Arousal?  No, I shouldn’t feel that way from touching a woman, but why else was my heart beating so fast and my breath so quick?  I decided not to dwell on it and just stared into the corner as I tried to control the butterflies that were swirling in my stomach.

Cindy’s breathing eventually slowed to normal and she sat up again.  But I wasn’t looking at her or anyone else for that matter.

“Manthha” Cindy called over to me.

I refused to look.

“Manntthaa” she insisted.

Sheepishly I turned to look at her.

She tilted her head towards Rachel and Sara.  “Gee thuumm hemmm themmph”

I gazed over to Rachel and Sara who were anxiously awaiting our help.  Cindy didn’t wait for my answer and started scooting herself over to Sara.  Grudgingly I headed for Rachel.

Once again I found myself backed up against a shapely young woman with my hands fondling her legs in search of her clothing.  I helped Rachel with her panties and worked them up her legs and thighs.  Once they were high enough, Rachel was able to reach them with her own hands.  She spared me further embarrassment, and pushed my hands away.  She decided to do the rest herself, even though they ended up a bit crooked.

Cindy had already finished helping Sara and now we were all finally decent again.  The four of us collapsed in exhaustion onto our backs and sides.  My body felt completely drained, both physically and emotionally.  I just lay there and rested as best I could.

I heard voices talking out in the main room so I tried to concentrate on the conversation taking place.  Our captors were deep into a heated discussion about something.  I listened for a few minutes.  Unfortunately I couldn’t gain any information at all because their entire conversation was in Russian.  It sounded like it would be going on for a while so I eventually turned my thoughts to getting free again.

The layout of our “prison” was rather ingenious.  Even though any escape attempts would be unseen, the open doorway meant that they could easily hear any sounds from inside.  Plus we had no way of knowing if someone was standing guard just around the corner.  If we attempted to look we risked getting into trouble.  With no doors or windows, the only way out was through the doorway and towards the enemy.  Even though I was fairly confident that, by working together, we could undo the ropes on our ankles and the gags in our mouths, I knew we had no key for the handcuffs.  I didn’t even know which one of them carried the key.

Rachel just lay there, almost catatonic, and Sara rested herself again.  My jaw was aching from the large rubber ball forcing it wide open.  I considered working with Cindy to undo our gags but I feared retaliation should they come back and check on us.  Cindy must have reached the same conclusion because she made no attempt to rid herself of the gag either.

Then I heard a set of footsteps approaching.

The red haired Anya appeared in the doorway.  She held a bottle of water in one hand and a handful of cloth strips in the other.  I eyed her warily as she approached us.  What was she going to do with those?

She knelt down in front of Rachel and gave her a kind smile.

“Anya thought you girls might need a break from those nasty gags,” she said.  “But don’t get any funny ideas, because Anya can always turn you over to the men if you give her any trouble.”

She selected one of the cloth strips and tied a large knot in the middle of it and then knotted it again, over the first, to make it twice as big.  Then she helped Rachel sit up.

“Here sweetie, let Anya take that off.  No screaming or biting mind you.”

Rachel remained motionless as Anya reached behind her head and unbuckled the ball gag.  She pulled out the slick ball and picked up the bottle of water.  Rachel licked her lips and worked her jaw muscles.  Anya waited patiently for Rachel to finish.  Then she removed the cap and raised the bottle to Rachel’s lips.  She let Rachel drink a few swallows before pulling it away.  Then Anya brushed her fingers over Rachel’s cheeks.

“You were crying,” she said as she wiped away the streaks of tears.

“Thanks,” Rachel whispered weakly, grateful for the sudden kindness.

Then Anya retrieved the cloth with the knot in it and lifted it up to Rachel’s mouth.  Rachel clamped her mouth shut.

“You’re going to have to take this honey.  Anya can’t leave you ungagged.  Sergei wouldn’t permit that.”

Rachel considered resisting her, but then reluctantly opened her mouth.

“That’s a good girl.  This won’t taste as bad as the other one and should be more comfortable for you too.”

Anya gently wedged the knot between Rachel’s teeth and tied the cloth off behind her head.  The cloth was still tied very tightly but at least Rachel wouldn’t have to keep her jaw open so widely.  The cotton fabric would now absorb any drool.  Anya then gathered up the strips of cloth and moved on to Sara.

She removed Sara’s ball gag and gave her a quick drink from the bottle as well.  Then she knotted another strip as before.

“Why are you d-d-doing this to us?” Sara asked, with a touch of fear causing her voice to waver.  “Please let us go.”

Anya ignored her query and pushed the knot between Sara’s quivering lips.  She tied off the cleave gag with a sharp tug to tighten it.

Cindy was next.  I looked over at Cindy with some anxiety.  I knew that she might try something again and I was worried that she would do something stupid that we would all pay for.  Cindy looked over toward me as Anya knelt down behind her and knotted another cloth.  Then she began unbuckling Cindy’s gag. I shook my head at her.  Don’t you dare try anything.  Cindy must have understood my warning look because she remained calm when her ballgag was removed.

Anya moved around to the front of her and brought the water bottle up to Cindy’s lips.  Cindy tried to gulp down as much water as she could in the short amount of time she was given.  When Anya pulled the bottle away some of the liquid spilled onto Cindy’s chin and dribbled down the front of her top.  Anya put the bottle down and then reached out her hand to touch Cindy’s lips.  She gently rubbed the moisture away along her lips and chin.

“You are very pretty my dear,” she cooed.

She brushed the hair out of Cindy’s face.

“You have very beautiful eyes……. and lips,” she said as she brought her mouth in close.

Cindy grunted and twisted away.

“Get off me you crazy bitch!” she blurted as she turned her back.

The red haired woman took a furtive glance at the doorway and quickly grabbed the knotted cloth and brought it around Cindy from behind.  She pulled it into Cindy’s mouth, stifling the insults that came next.  Anya jerked on the ends hard, which elicited a moan from Cindy.  She tied it off roughly and with much anger.  The corners of Cindy’s mouth were pulled back painfully as the gag was made much tighter than the other’s.  Anya grabbed Cindy’s chin and twisted her face towards her and started to say something but then stopped herself.  She seemed to forcefully calm herself down as she relaxed her grip and began slowly stroking Cindy’s cheeks instead.

“You are mad at Anya?  Is she not pretty like you?”

Cindy just glared at the woman, not knowing what to expect from her should she respond.

“Anya will show you how sexy she is and you may like her then, no?”

She left her lovely captive mumbling vehemently behind her new gag as she picked up the water bottle and the last cloth and turned toward me.

She was smiling very oddly now and I could sense something was up.  She knelt down in front of me and began tying the knot in the last cloth as I knelt across from her, sitting on my ankles.  She leaned forward and reached behind my head for the buckle.  Her chest came right up to my face and I couldn’t help but notice the swell of her breasts over the top of her low cut shirt.  She seemed to be taking her time undoing the straps and then she leaned in even closer.  My eyes had no where to look but down her top.  I wasn’t the least bit surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  I closed my eyes to the sight but the aroma of her aroused body filled my senses.

Finally I felt the straps loosen and she plucked the ball from my mouth.  A line of drool trailed from it briefly, before dripping onto my cheek.  She pulled away, but only long enough to set the gag off to the side.  She came back and straddled herself over my lap putting a knee on each side of my thighs.  My face was now at the same level as her chest again.  My heart started pounding and I swallowed nervously at her closeness.  She gently lifted my chin with her right hand so that she could look into my eyes and brought her left hand up to the side of my face.

“Let Anya clean you off,” she said, as she ran her fingers over my cheek.

Her fingertips caressed my skin and eventually found their way to my lips, wiping away the saliva as she went.  They continued their path in reverse over my lips again and back along my cheek, touching me softly.  My skin was sensitive around my ear and I let out a small shiver when she lingered there.  She smiled at my reaction as she tickled my skin gingerly.  I felt my skin warming to her touch and the butterflies returning to my belly.  Something began to stir in my loins.

Anya looked at me with lust in here eyes and then leaned back a bit and crossed her arms over herself.  Suddenly she lifted her shirt up above her breasts and pulled it off, over her head!  She tossed it aside, displaying her naked chest proudly.  She ran her hands over her mounds, massaging them for a moment or two as my eyes went wide.

“Wh… wh….what are you doing?” I stammered nervously, looking down at her aroused nipples.

“Shhhh…” she said, putting a finger to my lips.  “Don’t speak.”

She lifted the bottle of water in her right hand and used her left hand to slowly guide my head into her bosom.  Grabbing a handful of my hair she tilted my head to the side and turned my face up a little as she lowered the water bottle.

“Anya knows you are thirsty,” she said huskily.  “How about something wet to put on those luscious lips of yours?”

“Please d…” I whimpered.

I intended to complain but it was interrupted by a cascade of water as she poured the remainder of the bottle’s contents over her own breasts and into my open mouth.  I swallowed some of the water but most of it just ran down my chin and onto my shirt.  Anya let the empty bottle fall from her hand so she could use it to grab more of my hair as she shoved her breasts into my face.

“Oh!” she moaned softly as she rubbed her wet mounds over my lips, eagerly.

I coughed and slobbered from the mouthful of water and naked flesh as I struggled for air.

“What the hell are you doing!” a woman’s voice suddenly shouted.

Anya released me instantly and backed away, scrambling for her shirt.  I looked up to see Tatiana standing in the doorway with both hands on her hips and her face boiling with anger.  Anya put her shirt back on in haste and then picked up the knotted cloth.

“Anya is just re-gagging the prisoners like you said.”

With that, she shoved the gag into my mouth and quickly tied it off.

“Oh, really?  It looks to me that you were enjoying yourself a little too much again.  I told you that… I… was to be the first one to have fun with them.”

She marched over and pulled Anya up by her hair.

“Now get your ass back out to the meeting.  The boss, ….or should I say… your boyfriend, is waiting for you.”

She shoved the red head towards the doorway angrily.  Anya started to leave and then turned to give a retort.

“Watch it, Tatiana.  You’ve been getting out of control a bit yourself lately.  It won’t take much more for Sergei to get fed up with you and turn you over to Igor.  He’s already told Anya of the delays you caused earlier.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Sergei, or even Igor.  So don’t go making threats at me young lady.  Sergei put me in charge of the prisoners and said I could deal with them as I wished.  There isn’t anything wrong in having some fun with them, and I’ll even let you get a turn too if you’d like.  Just remember you wouldn’t be here at all if Sergei weren’t in love with you.  You almost screwed up the last mission because you couldn’t keep your clothes on.

Anya didn’t have a response to that so she just turned and left.

“I swear that girl is crazy,” she said to no one in particular, shaking her head. 

Tatiana turned her attention back to us.

“Well, hopefully you all got a drink because you won’t be getting another one for a while.”

She stared down at the four of us and then noticed the front of my clothing was soaked, and laughed.

“It looks like you’ve had a little more drink than you could handle.  Or were you expecting a wet T-shirt contest?”

I looked down at myself and groaned in dismay as my white top had turned transparent from the water.  My lacy bra was clearly visible now and my nipples were showing through the thin material.

“Nice boobs.”

I turned my body away from her in shame.

“I also see the four of you have been busy getting dressed again.  Well, I commend you on being clever and agile enough to pull that off.  Tonight we’ll see how agile you are at some other things.”

She turned and left as we pondered what that last remark might refer to.  Whatever it was it didn’t sound very appealing.

CHAPTER 3

After Tatiana left, we looked at each other with apprehension.  What did she have in mind?  I looked over at Cindy.  She just shrugged her shoulders at me.  She had no idea either.  Well, there is no sense worrying about it now, I thought.

I was about to try and rest when I noticed Cindy struggling with her gag.  It looked very tight and uncomfortable on her.  She tried to chew at it and rub her shoulder on it to loosen it.  She tossed her head back and forth, and shook her head from side to side.  Her efforts grew more and more vigorous.  But nothing seemed to help and she groaned with frustration.

Oh Cindy!  My heart broke for the helpless girl and I just couldn’t stand watching her suffer anymore.  I grunted at her to get her attention.  She stopped struggling and turned those gorgeous eyes to me.

“Lemme hemmu,” I gurgled as I worked my way over next to her.

She laid down on her side as she looked up at me, wondering what I had in mind.

“Roamm ohmer.”

I motioned with my head for her to roll over.  Cindy complied by turning onto her left shoulder so that her back was to me.  I laid down along side of her with my back and hands facing her.  Then I scooted up so my hands could reach her head.  I dug through her hair for the knot to her gag.  Once I found it, I began working to get it loose.  It was very tight and took me several minutes before I finally managed to untie it.  Cindy pushed it out with her tongue.

“Ahh… thanks,” she whispered as she looked towards the doorway, cautiously.  “That feels much better but I don’t think it is a good idea to leave it off too long.  They may come back at any moment.”

She kept her voice low as she cocked her ear to listen for any sounds that they were coming.  She waited a moment before continuing.

“Listen,” she whispered to all of us.  “I think we’ll be OK if we just do what they ask.  If they wanted to kill us they could have easily done so already.”

Rachel and Sara nodded their heads.  Cindy paused again, watching and listening.  Keeping her eyes on the doorway, she continued to speak to the three of us.

“Go along with whatever they say for now.  If we don’t anger them, they might take it easy on us and relax their guard.  Then maybe we’ll have a chance to escape later.”

She turned her face to us, “Does anyone else need their gag loosened a bit?”

I looked to Rachel and Sara and they both shook their heads no.

“Good.  Samantha, can you tie my gag back in place?” Cindy asked.

I nodded my head.  “Ah thim mo.”

“OK, you better hurry up then before they come back.”

I nodded again.

“Take the cloth and put the knot in my mouth and I’ll hold it there until we can get back to back.  Then you should be able to find the ends and tie it off.”

We immediately got to work.  I picked up the cloth and held it up behind my back.  Cindy leaned forward and grabbed the knot with her teeth.  She held it tight and rolled over with her back to me.  I turned the opposite way and scooted in close, back to back with her.  I found the ends and pulled them around the sides of her head.  I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to tie it over or under her hair.  I decided to go under as it would look better on her that way.  Why did I care how good her gag looked, I thought.  I dismissed the silly notion and lifted her hair up and knotted it off gently at the nape of her neck.  I double knotted it to make sure it wouldn’t come undone accidentally.  Satisfied I turned around to take a look.

Cindy sat up and tested it out.

“Thim im mumm mmemmer.  Thamm” she said, her eyes sparkling approval at me.

The gag did look attractive on her in a strange kind of way, I thought.  But my aimless thoughts were cut short.

The conversation in the main room suddenly stopped and I heard the sound of boots on the hallway floor.  Sergei entered our room, followed by Tatiana and Igor.  Igor came over and grabbed me by the arms.  I gave a squeal of alarm as he lifted me up and easily cradled me in his muscular arms.  I looked back to Cindy for help.  She and the other girls whimpered with concern for me as Igor turned and headed for the doorway.

Sergei addressed the other girls.  “We’ll need the services of your friend for a few hours.  The rest of you will remain here to ensure her compliance.  As long as you behave no harm will come to her.”

I screamed as Igor carried me out of the room and away from my friends.  Cindy grunted angrily and shook her head.  I heard Tatiana’s response trailing away behind me.

“Don’t worry honey.  I’ll take good care of your friend for you.  Real good care.”

I was brought out into the main living room area again.  The other men were sitting or standing nearby.  Aleksei was the only one who currently carried a weapon.  He pointed his automatic rifle at me as I was carried in.  I think he was just trying to scare me as he soon lowered it.   Igor dropped me unceremoniously onto one of the sofas.  I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up into a ball.  Tatiana and Sergei stood over me.

“Remove her gag,” Sergei ordered.

Tatiana reached down and untied my gag and pulled the soaked cloth out.  My lips trembled nervously and I almost began to cry.  Sergei’s stern face softened a bit as he spoke to me.

“Relax, pretty one.  We won’t harm you if you cooperate.  We need your help, and if you are a good girl we’ll return you to your friends.”

“M-m-my help?” I stammered.

“All we really want is the program your husband is working on.  My country is interested in acquiring the technology and the techniques he used.  I am told your husband does some incredible work.  He won’t be harmed in any way, I assure you.  As long as you follow the plan and help us find where he is, everything will go smoothly.  We’ll be able to sneak in and out without raising any alarm and no one will be killed.  However, should you cause any suspicion of trouble, I won’t be able to guarantee anyone’s safety, including your husband’s.  Some of my men will stay behind here to keep a close eye on your friends while we are gone.  I will be leaving Igor with instructions to kill them should we not return or if anything goes wrong.”

Suddenly, my resolve was shattered.  All the people I loved were now at risk of dying should I not listen to this man.  What could I do?  I didn’t see any way out of this and I had no choice but to do as he asked.

“Wh-wh-what do you want me to d-d-do?”

“Tatiana will explain everything on the way.  We’ll be taking you on a little drive.”

I was already afraid, and now I would be alone too. Oh how I wished Cindy was with me.  She told me to follow their orders, but I was really scared now.  What if they ask me to do something illegal or dangerous?  How could I go through with it? But I didn’t want Cindy or Brian to die, so I was going to have to go along with their plan.

Sergei pulled out his knife and sliced the ropes that bound my ankles.  Then he pulled me to my feet.  His hand held onto my upper arm as my legs wobbled from being unused for so long.  Then he guided me towards the front room.  He pushed me over to stand by the oak table.  The equipment, papers, and photos I had seen earlier were gone now.  They had been replaced with a length of clothesline rope, a roll of wide, white tape and a wad of cloth.

“May I do the honors?” Tatiana asked Sergei.

Sergei merely nodded and gripped my arms as he held me from behind.  Tatiana picked up the wad of cloth and started grinning.  Oh god, what now?

“Hold still dear, and open wide.”

She held the cloth up to my lips, waiting for me to open.  I looked at her with dread, holding my mouth shut.

“Come on honey, don’t make me get forceful, unless you prefer it that way,” she sneered.

As much as I wanted to comply, it was still difficult to give in to being gagged, especially with the large wad that was presented before me.  I sighed with defeat and reluctantly parted my lips.

Tatiana smiled triumphantly at my willingness and, with much pleasure, shoved it home.  She grabbed the roll of tape and tore off a strip about 6 inches long.  She plastered it over my lips, sealing in the wad.  Then she rubbed her fingers all over the tape, massaging my mouth and cheeks, making sure there were no loose edges.  She held my cheeks in both of her hands and kissed me on my taped mouth.

“You are such a precious little hostage, aren’t you?”

I just glared at her as I chewed on the packing in my mouth, behind the tape.

Then Tatiana knelt down in front of me and set the rope on the floor by my feet.  I looked down at her apprehensively.  She grabbed my shorts with her hands and slowly pulled them down to my ankles.  Then she reached for my panties.  I screamed and tried to twist away but Sergei held me fast.  A moment later I felt my panties sliding down my thighs and joining the shorts at my feet.

“Oh my, that looks so inviting.” Tatiana said as she stared at my little thatch of pubic hair.

My hips quivered as I felt the air on my exposed nakedness.  I swallowed nervously as the butterflies returned again.  What was she going to do to me?

Tatiana reached out her fingers and brushed them softly through the short hairs.  My pelvis jerked backwards as I squealed in surprise.  My breathing became faster as I stared down helplessly at her, unable to pull away.  She smiled up at me, licking her lips.  My heart started racing from anticipation and I couldn’t stop trembling.

“You have a lovely little snatch.  I bet you’re just dripping with excitement.  I can see it in your eyes, you know.”

Her hand came forward again and I shut my eyes tight.  Please, no!  I felt her fingers touching me - exploring me.  I moaned unexpectedly as my body began to respond without my approval.

“Ahh, she is wet.  I think she likes this,” Tatiana chuckled.

“Come on, we don’t have time for this right now.  Just tie her up so we can get going.”

Sergei sounded annoyed.

“All right, all right, just give me a second.”

I opened my eyes again and saw Tatiana pick up the rope and fold it in half.  She wrapped the doubled up rope around my waist and put the loose ends through the turn, just under my belly button, making a belt out of it.

“Turn her around,” she said.

Sergei spun me around and held me against his chest, my panties and shorts still bunched around my ankles.  I grunted as he squeezed my body tightly.  Meanwhile, Tatiana pulled the loose ends of the rope down and between my legs.  She brought them up behind my bottom and tucked them under the rope circling my waist.  As she took up the slack I realized what was happening.  I could feel the rope tickling at my pubic hair as it was being pulled against my crotch, tighter and tighter.

“Hmmmm!!!” I yelped in alarm as Tatiana gave a final tug, and pulled the rope into my cunt.  Oh god!!  My eyes went wide at the sudden pressure on my most sensitive region.

Tatiana tied the rope off to the part around my waist.  Sergei released me and I stood there on uneasy legs, afraid to move.  The cotton cord was pressed against my clit very snugly.  It didn’t hurt but it was affecting me in a strange way.  I felt a tingling starting inside of me.  I looked down at myself, at the rope running through my naked sex, worried now about the strange sensation it caused.  I took a cautious step backwards which made the rope shift slightly on my clit.  I moaned and looked up at Tatiana, pleading for release.

“Don’t look at me like that.  You’re not getting any sympathy from me young lady.  In fact, I think I’ll keep you like that for a while.  I should have done this sooner.”

Tatiana reached down and grabbed my panties.  She pulled them up my legs and back to where they belonged.  She patted me on the behind as she smoothed out my panties over the rope splitting my pussy.  Why did they tie me like this?  I looked to Sergei as Tatiana pulled up my shorts.

Sergei had a smirk on his face as he watched Tatiana tuck the rope belt underneath the waistband of my shorts, so everything was hidden from sight.  Then she rubbed her hands all over my shorts, feeling the rope through the thin material and checking her work.  I whimpered hysterically as it appeared I would be wearing this crotch rope during our trip.

“OK, pretty one.  That little rope there will serve as a constant reminder of the situation.” Sergei was addressing me.  “Remember our agreement - your friends will be safe as long as you continue to help us.”

Tatiana chortled, “And try to resist the urge to touch it.  I know how good that makes you feel, but we don’t want anyone knowing you’re wearing it.  So behave yourself and don’t be naughty.”  She said with a wink.

Then she laughed loudly as my face reddened.

Sergei spoke to his men in Russian, giving them instructions.  Then he headed out the door motioning for me to follow.  I started to walk slowly, not wanting the rope to move around too much.  But Tatiana grabbed my arm and hustled me out the door.

“Come on dear, don’t be shy.”

I moaned as the rope rubbed against my clit with every step.

Tatiana marched me out the door and over to the waiting pick-up truck.  Ivan was in the driver’s seat already and had the engine running on the extended cab, 4x4.  Sergei climbed up into the passenger side.  Aleksei opened the right side rear door for us.  Tatiana helped me lift my foot up onto the foot step.  Then she placed her hand on my bottom and gave me a shove upwards.  I grunted indignantly at her rudeness as she pushed me up and into the vehicle.

“Make room for me honey,” she said as she climbed in behind me and pushed me over to the middle of the seat.  Aleksei went around and got into the other side and sat on my left.

Without a moment’s hesitation the truck lurched forward sharply, the wheels peeling out in the loose dirt, as Ivan rocketed the large vehicle down the path.  Tatiana grabbed my hair with her left hand and pulled my head down into her lap.

“Keep your head down for a few minutes.  No reason to allow you to see where you are just yet,” she said as she pressed my face into her crotch.

“Hey, no love making back there you two,” I heard Sergei shout from the front seat.

“Humph,” Tatiana grunted as her hand slipped under my face to her zipper.

She bent her head down and whispered in my ear.  “I won’t tell, if you don’t tell,” she said as she quietly pulled down the zipper of her pants and undid the snap.

She parted her pants a bit, revealing her white panties and pressed my face into the front of them.  I mumbled into her loins as loudly as I could, hoping that Sergei would hear and come to my rescue.  But the sound was quite muffled from my gag and also because Tatiana was pressing down on the back of my head.  The only air I was breathing was the aroma of wet nylon.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Ivan.”  I heard her snap at our driver.  “We don’t need to end up in the ditch.”

And so our trip began.

We traveled down the uneven trail and eventually turned back onto the main road.  After a few minutes and a few more turns, Tatiana finally yanked my head up.  She pulled up her zipper with her other hand as I looked around.

We were on a small mountain road that was winding its way down to the valley.  At the moment we were the only vehicle on the road.  I had no idea where we were.

“Here’s the scoop, honey,” Tatiana started to give me instructions.  “We need to get you into your husband’s corporate building so you can find out where Brian and Steve are.  However, since neither you nor I have any clearance to get in, we’ll need to get it from someone who does.  We’ll be paying them a visit and should arrive there shortly.  After we get her ID, I’ll be taking her place, pretending to be her, and you’ll be playing the part of my guest.  I’ll tell you the rest later.”

My heart sank.  That didn’t sound very good.  They were probably going to kill some poor girl just to gain access to a building.  I noticed that Aleksei had already pulled out a huge pistol and was checking it to make sure it was loaded and functional.  Sergei and Tatiana were doing the same.   I swallowed a lump of fear.  Now I was going to be an accomplice to murder.

When we reached the bottom of the valley we turned left onto a narrow road.  Not much further in, Ivan turned the truck into a long driveway on the right.  We traveled for about 100 yards or so at a very slow speed.  Eventually we neared a bend and Ivan pulled the truck to the side and stopped, parking the vehicle.  I could just make out the front of the house through the trees on the left, around the corner.   Everyone got out except Ivan.  Tatiana grabbed my hair and pulled me along behind her.  I almost fell as she dragged me out of the truck.  The three of them carried their guns at the ready.

“Not a peep from you, honey!” Tatiana whispered as she grabbed my right arm with her left hand and jabbed her pistol into my ribs with her right hand.  She marched me through the trees toward the house, the others following.  Just before we emerged from behind the last group of trees we stopped.  Tatiana pulled me down low as everyone crouched out of sight.  Tatiana took her gun and waved it in my face.

“OK, here’s the deal,” she hissed quietly.  “I’m going to let you loose and remove your gag.  You’re going to go with me up to the front door.  My gun will be with me so don’t cry out or cause any suspicion.  Understood?”

I nodded weakly.

“OK, Aleksei and Sergei will be right behind us, hiding in the bushes there.”  She pointed to some shrubbery along the path to the front door.

“When we get to the door I’m going to hide out of sight while you knock.  When they answer you tell them you need to use their phone as your car broke down on the hill.  Whatever it takes, you get them to let you in.  We’ll sneak in right behind you and grab them.  Got it?”

I was terrified at the sound of the plan.  They wanted me to lie, knowing that they were going to use me to get in and kill them.  I started to cry.

“Listen Blondie!” Sergei grabbed my chin.  He pointed his gun at my face.  “Do as you’re told or your friends will die.  If you help us we won’t have to kill whoever’s inside.  If you don’t cooperate we can go in guns blazing.  It doesn’t matter to me.  We’ll get what we came for either way.  So, are you going to help us or not?”

I stopped crying and gave a weak nod.

“Good,” Tatiana said and ripped the tape off my mouth.

“Owmmm!”

“Quiet!” Tatiana warned.

I spat out the wad as Tatiana unlocked my hand cuffs.  Then I watched to see where she put the key.  She placed it somewhere down inside her top.  She must have a hidden pocket somewhere inside her shirt or bra, I thought.  Tatiana adjusted my shorts to make sure the rope belt was still hidden.  Then she pulled on the crotch rope.

“Ohhhh… s-s-stop…. p-p-please…,” I gasped.

“Stick to the plan.  Got it?” She said as she let go.

“I’ll… t-t-try,” I said, trying to catch my breath.  “I don’t know if I can do it.  I’ve never lied to anyone before.”

“Well, you better do the best damn job ever, honey, or your friends will pay the price.  Now let’s get going.”

With that she stood up and pulled me up with her.  She tucked her gun into her waistband at the small of her back.  She escorted me by the arm until we reached the path.  Then she let go and pushed me ahead.

“You better get those tears out of your eyes, before you blow the whole thing,” she whispered as I climbed up the front steps.

I glanced at the windows, hopeful that someone was watching but I saw no one.

“Go ahead and knock, honey.  I’ll be right over here.”

Tatiana moved to the left, and hid to the side of the door with the hinge so that she would be behind it when it opened.  She pressed her back against the wall and pulled out her gun.  I started to look back to see where Aleksei and Sergei were.

“Eyes forward!” Tatiana hissed tersely.

I swallowed nervously and looked at her.  Tatiana tilted her head towards the door.

“Go on.  Knock.”

I paused for a moment to gather my nerves and then wrapped on the door.  I waited about 30 seconds and then knocked again, louder.  Gosh, I hope nobody is home so I don’t have to do this. But a moment later I heard someone unbolting the door from the other side.  Oh no, here we go, I thought.

A bare footed, dark haired girl, not quite my age, dressed in a denim mini skirt and pink tank top answered the door.  “Hello, may I help you?”

“I…I…I need help.”  I almost turned to Tatiana but I checked myself.

“My car b-b-broke down out on the main road and I n-n-need to use your phone.”

“Um… I think that would be OK, let me just check with my aunt.”  She left the door as she went to call out into the hallway.

“Aunt Cathy, there’s a girl here who needs to use our phone, shall I let her in?”

I thought I heard a woman’s voice respond but I couldn’t hear what she said.  The girl came back to the door and opened it all the way.

“My aunt says it will be alright.  You can come in.  I’ll show you where it is.”

I stepped into the house, feeling the rope rubbing me under my panties.  I was a nervous wreck and I couldn’t stop myself as I started crying again.  I followed the young girl over to the phone on the coffee table by the living room sofa.

“Here it is,” she said and then she noticed my tears.  “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head as I tried to compose myself, inadvertently touching the rope through my shorts.  I looked out the window to see if the men were coming in.

“N-n-nothing’s wrong.  I just…”

An older woman entered the room from an adjoining hallway in the back.  She was in her mid 30s and had short brown hair.  She was dressed quite nicely in a fine white, silk blouse, dark blue, knee length skirt, and high heels.

“Hello dear, my name’s Cathy.  Are you OK?  You look really scared.”

“It’s just… I mean, I can’t… oh god, I’m sorry.”  I cried hysterically as I collapsed onto the sofa.

Just then the front door burst open and Tatiana, Aleksei and Sergei rushed into the room with their guns pointing at the two ladies.

“Hands up and be quiet!”  Sergei shouted.

Cathy’s face turned ashen as she stifled a scream and slowly raised her hands.  The younger girl screamed, despite the warning, and took a step back, holding her hands high.

“Shut up!” Sergei commanded as he grabbed the girl’s arm.

She stopped screaming and began crying instead.  Sergei threw her down onto the sofa next to me and leveled his gun at us.

“Leave my niece alone.” Cathy demanded boldly.

Aleksei came over and grabbed the older woman.  He forced her down next to her niece, and pressed his gun against her cheek.

“Shut up woman!  Keep mouth quiet or I shoot you.”

Tatiana carried in a familiar duffel bag and dropped it on the floor.  She opened it up and pulled out some wads of cloth and the same roll of white tape she had used earlier.

Sergei addressed the two women.  “Is there anyone else here?”

Cathy shook her head.  “No, it’s just us.  What do you want from us?”

Sergei ignored her question.  “Aleksei, go check upstairs and make sure there isn’t anyone else.  Tatiana, give these ladies their instructions.”

Sergei stood back to allow Tatiana room to work and so he could also keep an eye on the door and the hallway.  He kept his gun pointed at the three of us the whole time.  Tatiana placed a wad of cloth in my lap and another in the young girl’s next to me.

“OK, you two, take that and put it in your mouth.  I don’t want to see any of it sticking out, so make sure you stuff it all in.”

“And you,” she motioned to the older woman, “We have a special plan for you, so just sit there and be quiet for now.”

I picked up my cloth and began stuffing my mouth with it.  Cathy’s niece eyed the cloth suspiciously and looked over to her aunt for guidance.  Cathy shook her head no and raised her chin defiantly at Tatiana.

“I won’t allow you to gag my niece.  I’ll have you know that I work for the government and if anything happens to me or my niece you folks will all be in some serious trouble.  I demand to know what this is all about.”

Sergei came over to the woman and slapped her across the face.  “Shut up!”

“You think I don’t know who you are, Cathy Richardson!  You work for Strategic Systems Incorporated, SSI, as a computer analyst.  Your niece next to you is Kelly Simmons and just finished her junior year at UCLA, majoring in the performing arts.  She is staying here for the summer.”

Cathy’s bravery suddenly wavered.  She showed real concern now that she knew they had obviously been studying the two of them.

“Now tell your niece to take the cloth and shove it in her mouth or I’ll do it myself!”

Cathy turned to give her niece the go ahead but the girl had already started.  Kelly gently parted her lips and pushed the wad in.  At first I didn’t think it would fit, but her fingers kept poking until it was all inside and she closed her lips.

Tatiana walked over and slapped a strip of white tape across Kelly’s lips.  Then she did the same to me, being neither kind nor gentle this time.  Then Tatiana picked up the rope and pulled Kelly to her feet.

“Put your hands behind your back and turn around,” she commanded.

Kelly looked to her aunt who nodded weakly.  The young girl placed her hands behind her and spun around.  Tatiana quickly wrapped several turns of the rope around the young girl’s wrists and then cinched it off through the middle.

Aleksei came back into the room, “Everything clear boss.  No one upstairs.”

“Good.  Ladies, let’s head up to your bedroom.  Cathy, you may lead the way.”  Sergei waved his gun to indicate they should go.

Cathy, attempting to remain stoic, stood up, and held her head proudly as she walked toward the hallway.  Kelly followed after her.  Tatiana, myself, Sergei, and then Aleksei fell in line as we all headed up the stairs.  We went down the hall and into the last bedroom.

The entire house, including this room, was very large.  It appeared to me that Cathy was quite rich as everything I had seen in the house was elegantly crafted or an expensive antique.  The four poster, canopy bed before us was made of gorgeous mahogany.  A matching vanity, chair, and bureau were on one side and a large bathroom was attached to the other side of the spacious master bedroom.  The tan carpet was made with a thick pile.

Sergei waited until everyone was in the room and then turned to Cathy.

“Now, you had asked why we are here.  We need your ID badge for the SSI building where you work, and your driver’s license.”

Cathy shook her head.  “I don’t have a badge.  You’re out of luck.”

“Bull shit!  I know you have one.  Don’t lie to me woman!”

I saw Sergei’s face starting to redden and I wanted so much to tell the lady to just give him what he wants before something bad happened.  But Cathy stuck to her guns.

“I don’t have my badge here.  I’m sorry.”

“Damn it, bitch!  Now you made me mad!”

Sergei grabbed Kelly’s arm and flung her against the vanity.  He swept his arm across the top, sending the bottles and everything else on it crashing to the floor.  Then he bent Kelly face down over the top of it.  The girl’s shapely behind was pointed directly towards me and I watched as her denim mini skirt rode up her thighs.

“Tatiana, you may do the honors,” Sergei said, holding the bound girl steady.

“Wait, stop!  Leave her alone!” Cathy’s voice became frantic and she tried to go help her niece, but Aleksei grabbed her and pulled her back with a bear hug.

Tatiana selected a large hair brush off the floor and approached the struggling brunette.  She hiked up the girl’s skirt which elicited a squeal from the young girl.  Kelly’s white cotton panties, trimmed in pink, jiggled in plain view as she kicked up her feet uselessly.  Her skimpy panties were a string bikini style with the words “LOVE PINK” printed in sparkling pink letters across the back.  Oh my, I thought.  I don’t think she was ever expecting someone to actually see the words like this.  Tatiana took one look at them and burst out laughing.

“Oh how cute!  I just love your panties, college girl.”  She said as she rubbed her hand all over the poor girl’s wiggling bottom.

“Get your hands off her, you bitch!” Cathy shouted as she tried to break free from the big man’s grasp.

Aleksei clapped his hand over her mouth and gripped her more tightly.

“Keep quiet!” he hissed in her ear.

Tatiana turned to Cathy, “Well, just give us your badge and I’ll leave her alone.  If not, I’ll spank her pretty little ass like this…”

SMACK… The Russian blonde brought the back of the hair brush down with a sharp whack, directly across the words printed on Kelly’s panties.

“Mmmmm!!!” the defenseless girl wailed through her tape gag and kicked up her feet again.

WHACK… Another blow landed across her buttocks… WHACK… and a third.

Kelly was mewling uncontrollably and Cathy was struggling with Aleksei, desperate to escape his hold.  Tatiana grabbed the waistband of Kelly’s panties and jerked up on them, turning them into a thong as she pulled them into her crack.

WHACK…WHACK…WHACK… Kelly’s cheeks were beginning to turn red.

“I love pink, a pink ass that is,” Tatiana smirked as she continued to spank the brunette’s upturned bottom a few more times.

WHACK…WHACK…WHACK… WHACK…

Then she stopped suddenly and signaled to Aleksei.  He removed his hand from Cathy’s mouth.

“OK, are you ready to tell us where it is?” Tatiana asked.

“Stop it, stop it!  You bastards!  How dare you treat her like that!  Leave her alone!”  Cathy’s lips were quivering with fear now. “I’ll get my badge.  Just stop it, please.”

Tatiana chuckled, “That’s much better.  Now hurry up because I’m curious to see how red I can actually make her bottom.”

Sergei released Kelly and waved his gun at Cathy.  “Aleksei, escort Miss Richardson, and make sure she brings back the badge and her driver’s license.”

Kelly stood up and rubbed her sore bottom.  She tried to fix her panties and her skirt as I watched the tears trickling down her face.  Poor girl, I thought, how humiliated she must feel.

Aleksei shoved Cathy toward the door, his gun prodding her in the back.  Cathy turned to her niece as she passed.

“Are you OK dear?”

The girl sniffled and slowly nodded.

“Keep going!” Aleksei ordered and pushed the aunt into the hallway.

Sergei dragged Kelly over to the bed and sat her down on the edge.  Then he came back to me and forced me to sit in the chair.

“You’ve done a good job so far, pretty one.  As soon as we get her ID we can leave.”

He gave me a little pinch on my cheek.   I gave him an angry grunt as he chuckled at me.  Tatiana was looking at her watch.  She spoke to Sergei in Russian as she showed him the time.  They spoke back in forth in their native tongue for a minute or so.  Sergei seemed impatient about something but Tatiana was disagreeing.

A moment later, Aleksei returned with Cathy.  She held the badge and her license out to Sergei.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Sergei grabbed the items, and checked them over thoroughly.  He showed them to Tatiana.  She flipped the badge over, back and forth several times, and held it up to the sunlight by the window.  Then she handed it back to Sergei.

“It’s the real thing.”

“Good,” he said.  “Now Miss Richardson, we need your clothes.  Take off your blouse and skirt and give them to Tatiana.”

“What!?  I’ll do no such thing.”

“I said STRIP!” he shouted angrily.

Tatiana went over to Kelly and pulled the bound girl up from the bed.  She lifted the girl’s skirt and raised her hand, threatening to strike her again.

“Stop! Please!  No more,” Cathy sighed.

And with that she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.  Tatiana gave Kelly a little swat on the behind anyway and flung her back onto the bed.

Cathy opened her blouse and pulled it off of her shoulders.  My eyes were immediately drawn to her marvelous breasts.  They filled out the lacy white bra she was wearing quite nicely.  The woman’s age certainly didn’t match her younger figure.  She unfastened her skirt next and let it drop to the floor.  Underneath she wore sheer to the waist pantyhose over top of her white panties.

“Take the pantyhose off too,” Tatiana added.

Sergei looked at her quizzically.   Tatiana noticed her leader’s confused look.

“I have an idea,” she said with a wink.

Sergei just rolled his eyes.

Cathy grabbed the waistband of her nylons and slid them down her legs as I watched from behind.  I couldn’t help but stare at her bottom as she bent over to pull the hose and shoes off her feet.  The older woman scooped up all her clothes and handed them to Tatiana.  Then she crossed her arms over her chest and stood there in just her bra and panties.

Tatiana took the pantyhose and put the rest of the clothing on the bed.  She grabbed each leg of the hose and pulled as hard as she could.  The hose ripped along the seam in the middle leaving her with one leg piece in each hand.

“OK Aleksei, help me string them up,” She said as she hauled Kelly to her feet again.

The two ladies became worried as Aleksei and Tatiana herded them over to stand side by side next to the bed.  Aleksei pulled out a piece of white clothesline from the bag and approached Cathy.

“Hold out wrists.”

“Please, you don’t have to tie us up.  We won’t give you any trouble.” Cathy begged.

Tatiana gave her a stern look.  “Yeah right, like I believe that after seeing those outbursts from you.  In fact, I’ve had quite enough of your mouth, lady.  Aleksei, give me one of those wads and some tape.”

“Please, don’t gag me.  I’ll be quiet.” Cathy said as she eyed the wad of cloth being passed to Tatiana.

Tatiana ignored her pleading and took the wad and promptly stuffed the lingerie clad woman’s mouth.  She pressed a piece of the white tape over her lips and smoothed it down.  Then she grabbed one of Cathy’s breasts and pinched the nipple right through her bra.

“Mmmmmph...” Cathy let out a muffled squeal.

“That sounds much better.  Now stick out your hands!”

Cathy reluctantly held her hands out and Aleksei immediately tied them together with the rope.  He left a long piece of it dangling from the knot.  Meanwhile, Tatiana untied the younger girl’s wrists from behind her and then retied them together in front of her, leaving a long piece dangling as Aleksei had done.  Aleksei took the two dangling pieces and tossed the ends over the wooden beam connecting two of the posts of the bed together.  He pulled on the ends which pulled on the girl’s wrists.

Cathy and Kelly looked at each with alarm and whimpered fearfully as their arms were hoisted up over their heads.  Aleksei continued pulling until their heels came off the floor.  Then he tied the rope off to the beam leaving them perched on their tip toes.  Aleksei went to get another piece of rope.

Tatiana held up her hand.  “Hold on a moment, Aleksei.  Something is wrong with this picture,” she said thoughtfully as she watched the two ladies squirming.

“Give me your knife,” she said to Sergei, holding out her hand.

Sergei pulled his knife from his belt sheath and gave it to her.  Cathy and Kelly screamed into their gags as Tatiana approached with the blade.

“I don’t think it’s quite fair that you’re standing there in your underwear, do you?” she said to Cathy.

Cathy’s eyes were wide with terror as she gazed down at the weapon in Tatiana’s hand.

The Russian woman turned to Kelly and grabbed her top.

“I think we need to even things up a bit!”

She proceeded to use the knife to cut the tank top from the struggling girl’s body.  The young woman was left hanging there in her pink bra.  Then Tatiana reached for Kelly’s mini skirt.  She unfastened it and let it drop to her ankles.

“Step out of it,” Tatiana commanded.

Kelly did as she was told, her face flushing with embarrassment.  Tatiana kicked the clothes away and then turned the two women towards each other.

“I want you two, face to face, as close as you can get!” She ordered.

The ladies took a step closer together, but Tatiana wasn’t satisfied.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” she said and gave each of them a spank on the behind for encouragement.

Their muffled pleas grew louder as they pressed together until their bras touched. 

“Oh stop the complaining!  I’ll make things a bit more pleasurable in a minute.”

Then she knelt down on the floor and took one of the pieces of pantyhose and wrapped it around their legs, just above their knees, tying them together.  She pulled hard on it so that their kneecaps and thighs came in contact with each other.  Then she looped it around a second time and knotted it off tightly.  She stood up to survey her work.

“Very nice!  Now, I need you girls to get just a wee bit closer.”

The two bound woman looked at her wide-eyed.  How could they possibly get any closer than this?  But Tatiana had something else in mind as she placed one hand on each of their behinds and pushed until the front of their panties collided.  She used the last piece of pantyhose and tied it around their waists to hold them pressed together like that.  She ignored their protests and squeals of complaint at the embarrassing and intimate position.

“You two look absolutely perfect together like that - a nice little moment of family bonding – aunt and niece.  How lovely.  There’s just one more thing left to do.”

She brought the knife out again and used it to cut the shoulder straps of their bras.  Then with a quick tug, she pulled down both of their bras simultaneously.  Two pairs of breasts popped out and bounced together, which was immediately followed by a loud duet of muffled squealing.

Tatiana laughed, “I wouldn’t struggle too much girls, unless you like to turn each other on.”

But the two ladies did struggle.  They arched their backs in an attempt to keep their breasts from touching.  However, that position was difficult to maintain, and it also forced their hips to thrust together, so they quickly abandoned it.  They twisted and squirmed and danced on their toes, moaning for release.

I was mesmerized by the two topless women before me.  The sight of their naked breasts rubbing against each other was actually quite arousing.  Without realizing what I was doing, I reached my hand down to pull at the rope between my legs.

Tatiana picked up Cathy’s skirt and blouse from the bed and turned to leave, a huge grin on her face from ear to ear.

“OK, everyone, we are done here,” she said proudly.

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CHAPTER 4

 

Sergei marched over and dragged me to the closet.

 

“Come here and find something to wear.”

 

The clothing appeared to belong to Cathy as the styles looked a little too mature to be worn by the college girl, Kelly.  There were several blouses, skirts, and dresses.  I looked at Sergei with bewilderment as I had no idea what he had in mind.

 

“Just grab a blouse and skirt so you’ll look a bit professional.  And be quick about it.”

 

I scanned the hangers briefly and selected a plain white blouse and black knee length skirt.  Sergei nodded his approval.

 

“Now hurry up and change into them…Yes, right here!”

 

So I pulled off my shirt and quickly donned the blouse.  It was rather tight over my large breasts but I didn’t think they would allow me the time to find something else.  I put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, but hesitated to lower them, as I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

 

“Tatiana, get over here and make this girl move faster!” Sergei ordered impatiently.

 

I let out a squeal and pulled my shorts down instantly.  Cathy and Kelly gave me a strange look when they saw the crotch rope under my panties.  I ignored their stares and grabbed the skirt and put it on before Tatiana reached me.  It actually fit me pretty good, I thought, maybe just a hair looser than I would prefer, but at least it wouldn’t fall down on its own.

 

“Now find a nice pair of shoes,” Sergei ordered.

 

I saw several pairs of shoes lined up along the floor of the closet, arranged from low heels to high heels.  I chose a black pair with a two inch heel and put them on.

 

Tatiana looked me over and nodded approval to her leader.  Then she pulled out the hand cuffs.

 

“OK honey, put your hands behind your back.”

 

I did so without complaint and immediately felt the steel as she locked them on my wrists again.

 

“OK, let’s go!” Sergei ordered as he led the way out of the room.

 

The two struggling women screeched into their tape gags as we left them behind.

 

Tatiana was carrying Cathy’s blouse, skirt, and shoes with her.  I wondered why she just didn’t grab something from the closet if she wanted to steal some clothes.  But then I remembered who I was with.  This woman obviously enjoyed binding and stripping young women, and received much pleasure from it.

 

I thought about the two women they had stripped and tied up in their bedroom.  The poor ladies would be quite embarrassed when they were discovered, their breasts jiggling and rubbing against each other and their panties grinding together.  I still couldn’t get that vision out of my head.

 

We left the house and approached the truck that Ivan had waiting for us out front.  We all climbed into the same seats we had before.  Ivan stomped on the gas as we left the place in a hurry.  Tatiana began peeling at the tape on my lips.

 

“I’m going to remove your gag, but only if you promise not to scream, OK?”

 

I nodded my head.  With that, she gave a yank and ripped it off me for the second time today.  I winced but this time managed to refrain from crying out.  I spat out the wad onto the floor.

 

“Thanks, its nice to be able to talk again,” I said, trying to lighten things up a bit.

 

“Just keep your mouth shut, and I don’t want to see you trying to get anyone’s attention either.  It will be very painful to you and your friends if you do.”

 

“OK,” I said.  “I’ll be quiet.”

 

Tatiana bent down and removed her boots.  Then she began undoing her pants.  I remembered what had happened earlier, and suddenly grew very nervous.  I watched her slide her pants down and pull them off her feet.  Her white panties were very thin, and I could see a small tattoo through the nylon, just to the left of her pussy.  It was a tattoo of a flaming rose.

 

“See something you like, honey?”

 

I blushed and quickly turned away.

 

“No,” I mumbled.  How could I be so stupid as to look at her crotch, I thought.

 

“Maybe I’ll let you get a closer look tonight.  Would you like that?” she asked with a chuckle.

 

I just stared out the window. I heard her pull her shirt off next. I was curious to know why she was undressing but was afraid to turn around.  I didn’t have to wait long for the answer though, as she pulled out Cathy’s clothes and began putting them on.  I waited until she finished dressing and had buckled on the high heels before turning to look.

 

Tatiana was now dressed as Cathy and was reaching into the duffel bag again.  She pulled out a wig made in the same style and hair color as Cathy’s.  She put it on and then pulled out a mirror to make sure none of her own hair was peeking out.

 

“How do I look?” she asked, as she turned to face me.

 

Oh my gosh, she looks just like her, I thought.  I think she could actually pass for the woman.

 

“I think it looks OK.”

 

“OK?  I think I look better than OK, if I do say so myself,” she said.  “In fact, I think this plan will work perfectly.  Now we just need to make sure you do your part.”

 

She had spoken without her usual Russian accent as well.  I was very impressed.

 

“What do you need me to do?”

 

“We’re going to be arriving at the SSI main corporate building in a few minutes. Brian and Steve should be working there.  We need to confirm that and also find out exactly which part of the building they are in.  I’ll pretend to be Cathy Richardson and you can be yourself, Samantha Young.  You will be my guest and I’ll be escorting you at all times.  That’s the only way you’ll be allowed into the building.  Once inside, we’ll make our way up to the computer applications center.  Then you tell them that you need to speak with Brian as soon as possible.  Tell them there is a family emergency and that you need to see him.  If they ask any questions, tell them it’s a private matter between you and Brian.”

 

“What happens when I meet with Brian?”

 

“Tell him Cindy was injured in a serious car accident and is in the hospital dying.  Tell him that you can’t talk about any of the details here, and that you need him and Steve to come home as soon as possible.”

 

“I can’t lie to Brian, he’s my husband.”

 

She grabbed my chin and screamed in my face.

 

“YOU’LL LIE TO HIM BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT WILL KEEP HIM ALIVE!!!”

 

I started to cry again.

 

“Besides,” she said, releasing me, “It isn’t that far from the truth is it?  Cindy IS in serious trouble and will die without his help.”

 

I slowly nodded as the tears rolled down my face.

 

The rest of the trip was in silence.  I thought about Brian and Cindy and the other girls.  I needed Cindy’s comfort right now.  But she was a long way away.  A few minutes later we entered the city where the SSI building was.  Tatiana reached over and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

 

“You need to get a hold of yourself, girl.”

 

“I’ll be alright.  Anyway, it might be more convincing if I am crying, don’t you think?”

 

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.  But don’t be looking at any people in the cars nearby.  I don’t want anybody getting suspicious when they see you bawling.”

 

As soon as she said that, we encountered heavy traffic.  Tatiana snaked her hand behind my back and down inside my skirt.  She reached under my panties and grabbed the rope there.  She pulled up on it, making the rope pull tighter into my ass and pussy.

 

“Uhhhh…” I gasped with discomfort.

 

She released some of the pressure but kept holding on to the rope.

 

“Keep your eyes forward at all times!”

 

I did as I was told.

 

We drove into the city’s business center and eventually arrived at the SSI building.  Ivan drove past the building and parked down the street a bit, along the curb.  Sergei turned around to speak to us.

 

“Let’s do this as quickly as possible.  The more time you are in there the more likely your trick will be discovered.  If anything goes wrong, contact me and get out of there as soon as possible.  Use your cell phone only in an emergency.”

 

Tatiana nodded.  Then he looked directly at me.

 

“If I do not hear from Tatiana within 30 minutes I will be giving Igor a call.  I shouldn’t have to remind you of what will happen then.”

 

I nodded.  Tatiana unlocked my hand cuffs and put them and her gun on the seat as she opened the door and got out.  She motioned for me to follow.  I climbed out and joined her on the sidewalk.  We both straightened our new clothes and proceeded to walk back to the SSI building.  Tatiana attached Cathy’s badge to the front of her blouse as she walked.  Then she handed me a small purse.

 

“Your wallet and driver’s license are inside….  Don’t look at it now,” she said as she looked around.

 

There were several people walking along the sidewalk, but no one was paying us any attention.  I held the purse in my hand and walked along side of her towards the entrance.  The building was very large, and had at least 20 floors.  We approached the main entrance together and went in.

 

There were two uniformed male guards just inside, standing by a metal detector.  The taller one eyed me suspiciously.

 

“May I see your identification, ladies?”

 

Tatiana showed him Cathy’s license and nudged my arm.  “Show him your driver’s license dear.”

 

I opened up the purse and removed my wallet.  I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I pulled out the license and held it out to him.  He took it from me and looked it over while the other guard examined Tatiana’s license and scanned her badge.  The scanner beeped and a green light appeared.

 

“She’s clear,” he said to the other one.

 

The guard looked at my license and then at Tatiana and then back to me.

 

“Why are you here Miss Young?”

 

“I..I..  came to see my husband Brian.  He works here.”

 

Tatiana stepped forward.  “She’s with me.  I’ll be her escort and see that she doesn’t get lost.”

 

The guard looked at her warily.  For a moment I didn’t think he would let us pass, but he finally stepped aside.

 

“OK, you ladies are clear.  Please remove your shoes and empty your pockets.  Place all your belongings in the bin here – cell phones, jewelry, everything.  Then step through one at a time.”

 

He motioned us towards the metal detector.  I turned to Tatiana but she was already bent over, unbuckling her high heels.  I did the same.  We set our shoes in the plastic tub along with Tatiana’s cell phone, watch, and my purse and wallet.  I waited while Tatiana stepped through first.  Then it was my turn.

 

I stepped through and immediately a buzzer sounded.

 

“Hold it!”

 

The guard stepped towards me and eyed me closely.

 

“Step around and come back through again.”

 

I did so and again the alarm sounded.  I was very nervous.

 

“Come here please,” he said as he pulled out a wand.  “Hold your arms straight out to the side and don’t move.”

 

I spread my arms and froze while he passed the wand all over my body.  What will he say if he discovers the crotch rope?  I thought to myself as I looked at Tatiana.  For the first time, Tatiana seemed nervous.  The guard waved the wand down the front of me.  When he reached my abdomen it beeped.  Oh god!  He’s going to find it.  He waved it back across my pelvis more slowly and it beeped as it passed over the buttons on the skirt.

 

“It’s just your buttons,” he said as he continued on down my thighs and around to my back.

 

“OK your clear Ma’am.  Sorry for the delay.”

 

We took our belongings and put our shoes back on.

 

“Come on, let’s go,” Tatiana said anxiously.

 

She took my arm and hustled me down the hall towards the elevators.  We entered the elevator and she pressed button 15.  After the door closed I let out a huge sigh of relief.

 

“I was really scared back there,” I said to her.

 

Tatiana smiled slightly, “You did fine.  Keep it up.”

 

I was so nervous that my body reminded me that I hadn’t relieved myself in quite some time.  I suddenly needed to pee very badly.  I was about to mention it to Tatiana when the elevator stopped.

 

We were only at the 8th floor and a young man in a business suit stepped in.  He was rather handsome and in his mid twenties and carried a briefcase.  He smiled at me.

 

“Good day, ladies.  I’m going up to 15.”

 

I smiled back but remained silent as I indicated the button was already pressed for 15.  The door closed and we started up again.

 

The young man turned to me, “I thought I knew almost everyone here but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.  I’m sure I would have remembered such a lovely young lady as yourself.”

 

Great, now he’s hitting on me.

 

“I don’t work here, I’m just visiting,” I said.

 

“Well, welcome to SSI.  My name’s Wayne.  I would offer to show you around but I am about to meet ‘Head Turner’… er... I mean Miss Turner to you.”

 

He saw my confused look and decided to explain.

 

“Sorry, the guys here call her ‘Head Turner’ because she’s quite a looker and because she’s the boss, but I personally try to avoid her as much as possible.  As hot as she may be, Miss Turner is a real nasty bitch when she’s mad, which is almost every day.  Sorry for my language.”

 

I just smiled and bit my lip as I squeezed my thighs together.  My bladder was about to burst and I needed to do something.  An idea of how I could use this good-looking guy suddenly came to my head.  I decided for the first time in my life I was going to try something bold.

 

“Well maybe you could help us find a restroom,” I said looking at Tatiana, who was standing behind the man, out of sight.

 

Tatiana glared at me and shook her head no.  I turned back to the young man.

 

“If I don’t find a bathroom soon I’ll wet my panties,” I said matter-of-factly.

 

The young man was a bit surprised at my request, but was soon grinning.  I knew his mind must have conjured up images of what that might look like.  Tatiana, meanwhile, was signaling emphatically for me to shut up, but I ignored her. 

 

“I can show you where the ladies room is,” the man said.  “It isn’t that far out of my way.”

 

“Thanks, Wayne, that would be most kind of you,” I said as Tatiana fumed.

 

The elevator came to a stop on the 15th floor.

 

“Follow me, it’s right this way,” he said as he walked to his right.

 

Tatiana gripped my arm tightly and hissed into my ear as we followed.  “You’re gonna pay for this later!”

 

I whispered back to her, “It’s all your fault you know.  I haven’t been to the bathroom all day and I need to go very badly.  Besides, this stupid rope isn’t helping the matter.”

 

I was feeling very courageous with her, now that she couldn’t retaliate in this public place.

 

“All right, but do it quick,” she said looking at her watch.

 

“Here you go.”  The young man said as he stopped by a door marked LADIES.

 

“Thank you so much,” I said and entered without waiting for a response.

 

Tatiana followed.  She looked around to confirm no one else was present.  Then she pulled me into the last stall with her and locked the door.

 

“I’m real close to telling Sergei to give a call back to the cabin.  One more scene like that and I’ll haul your ass out of here and have it whipped!  Understand?”

 

I nodded as I realized how foolish I had just been.  I needed to remember that Cindy and the girls were still hostages.

 

I pulled down my skirt and panties and patiently waited while Tatiana untied the crotch rope.  I sat down and relieved myself.  It felt so good to get that rope out of my vagina.  I wanted to stay here for a few more minutes but Tatiana wasn’t in the mood.  She pulled me up as the automatic toilet flushed, loudly.

 

“Turn around.” Tatiana commanded as she re-fastened the rope around my waist.

 

“Do you have to be so rough?” I complained.

 

“This is going to be tighter this time,” she said as she pulled the rope into my cunt and tied it off again.

 

“Ohhhh,” I moaned.  “Gosh that hurts a bit.”

 

“Oh come on, I know you like it.  I can see how wet your panties are getting.”  She said as I pulled up my panties and skirt.

 

We came out of the stall and stopped dead in our tracks.  There was a woman standing by the mirror with a stick of lipstick in one hand.  She was frozen in shock as she stared at us with her mouth wide open.  From her expression I knew she must have heard part of our conversation.  I wanted to crawl into a corner and die.

 

“What on earth were you two doing in there?”  The woman asked.

 

I stumbled for words, “We didn’t uh… well, I mean she was just…”

 

Tatiana came to my rescue.  “It’s none of your damn business lady!  Now go back to putting on your makeup and forget we were even here.”

 

With that, she quickly hustled me toward the exit.  The woman gave me a wink and a smirk as we passed by.

 

We left the restroom and Tatiana led me down the hall.  She was heading toward a section located behind a set of double glass doors.  The words ‘Computer Applications Center’ were printed across the front of them.  We entered and stopped in front of the receptionist’s desk.  An older woman with glasses looked up as we approached.  The sign on her desk identified her as Mrs. Conway.

 

“What brings you here?” she asked, as if surprised to be getting visitors.

 

Tatiana turned to me and nodded for me to respond.

 

I cleared my throat with a cough, “I am here to see Brian Young.  I’m his wife.”

 

Mrs. Conway scrutinized us closely.  She noticed Tatiana’s badge and my lack of one.

 

“May I see your identification?” she asked me quite sternly.

 

I pulled my license from my purse and showed it to her.  The elderly woman looked it over carefully and then handed it back to me.

 

“Mrs. Young, you should know that your husband is not allowed to see any visitors while he is working.  Why did you think to come here?”

 

I looked at Tatiana nervously.  “I, um, need to see him right away.  It’s a family emergency and is very urgent.”

 

The woman seemed a bit skeptical of my response.  She looked at Tatiana’s badge again.

 

I got scared and blurted out, “Please, I need to see him!  My friend might die!”  I started to cry.

 

When the woman saw me crying her expression suddenly changed to that of concern.

 

“I’m so sorry dear.  Your husband just left here this morning.  They transferred him to another facility.”

 

Tatiana jumped in, “Maybe we could speak with his friend Steve Wilson then?  He and Brian work together if I am not mistaken.”

 

“Yes,” I said.  “His wife Cindy is my best friend and she might… she… um….”

 

I cried even louder.  Some of it was real, but I faked some of it too.

 

Tatiana wrapped an arm around me as if to give me comfort.  “She’s having a hard time talking about it.”

 

Mrs. Conway apologized.  “Oh dear, I wish I could be more helpful, but Steve isn’t here either.  The two of them were transferred together, along with the rest of their team.  Maybe Miss Turner knows where they were sent.”

 

“Could we talk to Miss Turner and ask her?”  Tatiana persisted.

 

“Oh, I don’t know.  Miss Turner is very busy.”

 

I sobbed loudly at that news.  “Oh what am I going to do?”

 

Mrs. Conway reached for her phone, “H-hold on dear.  Don’t cry.  I’ll see if I can get Miss Turner on the phone.  Here, you can use my tissues while you wait.”  She handed me her box of tissues and dialed a number.

 

“Hello, Miss Turner?... I have Cathy Richardson and Brian Young’s wife, Samantha here…I know you are very busy, but the matter is very urgent and it’s kind of an emergency…Yes, I know…OK…I’ll tell them.  Thank you.”  She hung up.

 

“Miss Turner says she can only spare five minutes.  She’ll see you in her office.  It’s at the end of that hallway there on the right.”

 

“Oh thank you so much,” I said as I blew my nose into a Kleenex.

 

Tatiana and I walked down the hallway to meet Miss Turner.  As we drew closer I could hear a woman’s voice yelling from behind the door to which we were approaching.  Suddenly the door opened and the young man from the elevator came out.  The screaming voice belonged to a statuesque brunette wearing a sky blue skirt suit.

 

“And take this crap with you!” she yelled at him.

 

The female executive proceeded to fling the handful of papers she was holding at the young man.  The loose documents scattered in every direction out into the hallway.  Wayne immediately got down on his hands and knees and began gathering up his papers.  The angry woman followed him into the hallway.  Apparently she wasn’t finished with him yet.

 

“I need your program’s efficiency improved by 5%.  I don’t care if your team has to work all fucking night, because this has to be ready by 6am tomorrow morning, and I won’t be here to cover your sorry ass this time.  If I come back and Simmons tells me the program wasn’t ready, you’re FIRED!”

 

Then she suddenly realized she had an audience and turned to face us.

 

“Who the hell are you two?” she asked.

 

Her green eyes reminded me of Cindy’s, but the similarities ended there, as this woman’s eyes felt like lasers as she almost dared me to open my mouth.

 

“Um, the receptionist said we could talk to you,” I said in a weak voice.

 

“Oh, yes, I forgot.  This better not take long,” she said as she turned her back to us, rudely, and returned to her office.

 

Tatiana followed her inside.  I looked down at Wayne as he was just picking up the last of the papers.  He looked at me and blushed as he stood up, embarrassed that I had witnessed his reprimand.  He didn’t say a word.  I gave him a friendly smile before joining Tatiana and closed the door behind me.

 

Miss Turner’s office was large and richly furnished.  There were two high backed leather easy chairs in front of her desk, but the woman blocked our access to them as she turned to face us.  Apparently, she wanted us to remain standing.  I looked to Tatiana and she gave me a nod to go ahead.

 

“I, um, was wondering if I could see…”  Just then the phone on her desk rang.

 

“Hold that thought,” Miss Turner interrupted.

 

She turned her back and reached across her large desk to answer the phone.  Her long, shapely legs, covered in sheer white pantyhose, stretched out in front of us.  They started from a pair of black, five inch high heels and disappeared under a skirt that was much too short to be worn at the office, I thought.  I glanced at Tatiana and noticed she was staring at the woman’s behind.

 

“What is it now?” the woman said into the phone, straightening up, but still keeping her back to us. 

 

There was a long pause while she listened to the caller.

 

“Roger……

 

“Roger……

 

“ROGER, SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN!”

 

Miss Turner turned to us and put her hand over the phone so the caller wouldn’t hear.

 

“Are all guys fucking morons?” she asked without expecting an answer.

 

Then she spoke into the phone.

 

“Roger, look, I can’t keep fixing all your problems.  I don’t have time to deal with this shit right now.  I’m not even supposed to be working today, it’s Sunday.”

 

There was another long pause.

 

“Damn it, Roger!  No!  You can’t do that! ……  Hold on!!  I’m coming over…  Just give me a few minutes to finish up something…….  I have to baby-sit a couple of visitors first and then I’ll be right down.  JUST DON’T DO ANYTHING UNTIL I GET THERE!!!”

 

She slammed the phone down and walked around to the other side of her desk.

 

“Gosh, what a fuck up he is,” she said, and collapsed into her chair, suddenly seeming very tired.

 

She looked at the clock on the wall which read 5:40pm.

 

“Damn it, I was hoping to leave by six so I can start my vacation.”

 

Then she turned her attention back to us.

 

“It was actually supposed to have begun on Friday.  But, no, I am surrounded by jackasses that can’t do anything without me.  So here I am on a Sunday, working instead.  Anyway, what was it you wanted again?”

 

“I…I… I… was w-w-wondering if I could see my husband, Brian Young?” I stammered.  “I’m Samantha, his wife.”

 

“He’s not here,” she said abruptly.  “They transferred his team this morning.”

 

Tatiana chimed in, “We were told that you could tell us where they sent him?”

 

Miss Turner didn’t bother to acknowledge Tatiana’s question though.  Instead her eyes seemed to be transfixed on my bosom.  I took a step back as she was making me feel uneasy.

 

Finally, she pulled her eyes away.  “Let me make a phone call and I’ll see what I can find out.”

 

She picked up her phone and dialed.

 

“Frank?...  Jennifer Turner here…. Listen, can you tell me where Brian Young’s team was transferred to?.... I have his wife here in my office looking for him…OK…OK, yes I know… I see…  And that came from Reynolds?...  OK, I’ll tell them.”

 

She hung up and shook her head at me.

 

“Did he say where they went?” I asked hopefully.

 

“Yes, but I’m not allowed to tell you, it’s top secret.”

 

“What?” I cried.

 

“Your husband is working on a very important government project right now and they’ve moved him to a more secure location.  You’ll just have to wait until he’s done.”

 

I looked at Tatiana for help.  What now?  I thought.

 

Tatiana pleaded, “Look, this girl’s been through a lot today and her friend is in serious trouble.  Can’t you just tell us where he is and then maybe we can go to see him?”

 

Miss Turner shook her head, “Listen!  I said I can’t tell you and that’s that.  Now you better leave before you really piss me off!”  She was starting to get angry again.

 

Tatiana begged, “Her friend could die and she needs to talk to him before it’s too late.  It won’t hurt anyone to just tell us where he is.  Please.”

 

I was surprised to hear Tatiana begging.  It seemed as if she was getting desperate that her plan wasn’t going to work.  But Jennifer Turner wasn’t changing her mind.  She stood up and glared at Tatiana.

 

“I told you to get out!  Now go!”  She pointed at the door.

 

Tatiana appeared ready to jump across the desk at her.  I watched her hands clench into fists, and for a moment I was afraid she would take a swing at the pretty executive.  I had to do something before it got ugly.

 

“Maybe we should go,” I said to Tatiana.

 

But Tatiana was persistent.  “Why are you so mean?  Can’t you find it in your heart to help this poor girl?”

 

I could tell she was forcing herself not to sound angry, but she wasn’t fooling Jennifer.

 

“That’s it, you stupid bitch!  GET OUT!”  Jennifer screamed at her.  “Get out of my fucking office, NOW or I’ll call security!!!”

 

With that she picked up the phone.  Tatiana took a step towards Jennifer and I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

 

“Come on, we don’t want to cause any trouble.”

 

Tatiana spun around and pushed me away.

 

“Don’t touch m… sorry, you’re right.  We should go.”

 

She turned back to Miss Turner.  “We’re sorry to bother you.  We’ll be going now.”

 

Jennifer hung up the phone and sat back down in her chair.  Her eyes followed Tatiana all the way to the door.  I gently pulled Tatiana into the hallway with me and closed the door behind us.  Tatiana shrugged me off and stormed away toward the elevator.

 

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said angrily as I trailed behind her.

 

I followed her past the receptionist’s desk without responding to the goodbye Mrs. Conway gave us.  We took the first elevator and headed down.  Once inside, Tatiana let out a scream of rage and slammed her fist into the wall.

 

“Damn it! That FUCKING bitch is going to pay!!”

 

She didn’t say another word to me the rest of the trip down.  The door opened and she marched for the exit, expecting me to follow.

 

The guards waved to us as we passed by, but Tatiana ignored them.  We left the building and headed across the parking lot.  I struggled to keep up with her.  She finally slowed her pace when we reached the middle of the lot.  Then she stopped and pulled out her cell phone.

 

“Sergei…Come pick us up by the main entrance.  We’ve got a problem.  I’m changing our plans….  I’ll explain when you get here.”

 

She hung up and started walking again as we left through the front gate.  Ivan pulled up from the right, on the other side of the street.  He parked along the curb and waited while we crossed over.  Aleksei opened the left rear door from inside for us and Tatiana waited for me to get in first before she entered.  Aleksei was on my right now as we drove away.

 

Tatiana immediately began speaking rapidly in Russian to Sergei.  She was very angry and seemed to spit out Jennifer’s name when she came to that part of her story.  I had no idea what they said but Tatiana seemed to be instructing them of a new plan.  Ivan drove around to the back of the building and parked near the exit of the SSI employee parking garage.

 

Sergei turned around to address me, “You did a fine job.  Our plans have changed so we need you to keep quiet and stay out of the way.  If you promise not to speak I won’t gag you.  Aleksei, please handcuff her again.”

 

I nodded agreement as I let Aleksei pull my hands together behind my back and cuff them.  Tatiana took back my purse and removed Cathy’s badge and the wig.  Then we waited.

 

Thirty minutes went by, and Tatiana kept looking at her watch the whole time.  She was growing more and more anxious with every passing minute.  Aleksei was keeping his eye on the street and along the sidewalk.  Finally a car exited the parking garage.  Tatiana snapped to attention but then sighed.

 

“That’s not her.”

 

The car drove away.  A few more cars left the garage, but every time the driver was not who they wanted.  It wasn’t until another fifteen minutes passed before their target finally emerged.  A red convertible pulled out with Jennifer Turner behind the wheel.

 

“That’s the bitch.  Go after her!” Tatiana exclaimed.

 

Ivan pulled out and followed her down the street.  Tatiana directed him to stay back a little as she traveled through town.  We drove for quite some time and eventually left the city and the suburbs behind.  All of the buildings had disappeared along the route, and all of the other cars.  We were directly behind her now.  Tatiana leaned forward to speak to Ivan.

 

“Ok, this is far enough.  Hit her at the next stop.”

 

From the middle of the back seat I had a clear view of the convertible in front of us.  Miss Turner seemed oblivious to the fact that she was being followed.  She had removed her suit jacket and was letting her hair fly loose in the wind, relaxing as she drove to escape the problems of her work.  She came up to a red light and stopped.  Ivan, however, did not stop.  I screamed as Ivan intentionally drove his truck into the back of the small sports car.  We weren’t going fast enough to cause major damage to the vehicles, but the force of the impact threw me between the two front seats onto my face.  The wind was knocked out of me and I banged my chin.  I pulled myself up, gasping for air, and watched as Jennifer Turner got out of her car and approached the truck, screaming.

 

“You fucking asshole!  Look what you did to my car!  Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”

 

Tatiana and Aleksei pulled out their guns and rushed out at her.  Tatiana reached her first.

 

“Shut the fuck up, and get in the truck!”  She ordered as she shoved her pistol into Jennifer’s face.

 

Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she froze with fear.  Tatiana wasted no time and grabbed the brunette by the hair and dragged her over to the truck, keeping the gun barrel pressed against her temple the whole time.  She had left her door open and forced the pretty executive to climb in.

 

“Don’t say a fucking word and get your ass in the truck, NOW!”

 

With that she shoved Miss Turner up and in and gave her a vicious swat on the behind during the process.  Aleksei looked around to see if anyone was watching and then got into the convertible.

 

Jennifer was shoved in next to me, and Tatiana forced us all to slide over to make room for her as she squeezed in along side.  She pulled the door shut and immediately the two vehicles pulled away.  Aleksei was now driving Miss Turner’s car.

 

Jennifer suddenly recognized who we were.  “You’re the two women that were just in my office.  What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

 

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!  I have a score to settle with you.”

 

Tatiana’s anger from the first meeting had never waned as she continued, “Put your face down into her lap!  NOW!”

 

“Fuck you!” Jennifer spat.

 

Tatiana backhanded her across the cheek with her gun hand.  Then she grabbed the stunned woman by the shoulders, turned her torso towards me, and shoved her face first into my thighs.

 

“Ow!!”  Jennifer squealed and tried to get back up.

 

Tatiana leaned onto her back and used her superior position and weight as leverage to hold the vixen down.  But Jennifer wasn’t about to give up and started twisting and squirming with all her strength as she flailed her arms around.  I grunted from the weight of them as the two women fought and struggled on top of me.  With my hands cuffed behind my back I was helpless to do anything.

 

“Get off me!” Jennifer cried as she managed to hit Tatiana with an elbow to the ribs.

 

Tatiana grimaced with pain and then whacked the brunette on the back of the head with the butt of her gun.  Jennifer slumped down in a heap, barely moving.

 

Tatiana put the gun down and rubbed her side.  “Damn it!  That really hurt!” she growled.  “Give me some rope so I can tie this bitch up.”

 

Sergei tossed a bundle of rope to her.  Tatiana pulled out a knife and cut off a length of it.  She grabbed the wrists of the moaning Jennifer and pulled them behind her back.  She quickly tied them together and then cut another piece.  She used that one around the woman’s elbows and pulled them together until they touched.  Jennifer groaned loudly as the pain seemed to be waking her up.

 

“Oww, that hurts!” she started complaining.

 

Tatiana finished cinching off the elbow ropes and then reached down and grabbed the pretty executive’s legs.  She tried to pull them up but Jennifer kicked them free.  The woman had much more fight left in her and wasn’t ready to give up.  Tatiana cursed at her in Russian as she struggled to keep from getting a heel in the face.

 

“Sergei, could you give me a hand here?”

 

Sergei turned around to help.  He pulled out his large knife and grabbed Jennifer’s arm.  Jennifer turned her face to him and almost caught the blade with her cheek.  Sergei held his knife up to her neck.

 

“Don’t move woman, or I will cut your pretty face!”

 

Jennifer stopped kicking but still resisted verbally.

 

“Leave me alone, you bastards.  You’ll pay for this when I get free.”

 

Sergei chuckled, “Then we’ll be certain to make sure you don’t.”

 

Tatiana, meanwhile, was tying Jennifer’s ankles together.  Once they were bound, good and tight, she used another piece of rope and tied it around Jennifer’s thighs, just above the knees.

 

“Let me go, you asshole!” Jennifer continued to hurl insults at her female captor.

 

Tatiana ignored her and checked all the knots to make sure they were all very secure.  The sexy executive was now her helpless prisoner.  Tatiana pulled Miss Turner up.  Jennifer’s eyes were blazing fire and her mouth was spewing obscenities.

 

“It’s time to shut you up!” Tatiana declared.

 

Right on cue, Sergei handed her one of the wads and Tatiana held it up to Jennifer’s mouth.

 

“Open up bitch!”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

“I was hoping that would be your reaction.  Now we can do this the hard way.”

 

Tatiana grabbed the front of Jennifer’s blouse and ripped it open, causing the buttons to go flying.  Then her hand plunged inside the bound woman’s bra and found her nipple.  Tatiana gave it a vicious twist.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh……mmmmmmmmppphhh”

 

Jennifer’s mouth opened in agony and was immediately stuffed with the cloth.  Tatiana shoved it home and then clamped her left hand over Jennifer’s mouth to hold it in.  She turned Jennifer to face towards me and brought her right arm around the pretty executive’s waist from behind.  I watched Jennifer’s chest thrust outward as Tatiana pulled the bound woman to her.  Jennifer’s eyes glared angrily as she struggled to twist away.  But the poor girl was bound too tightly and Tatiana held her in a weak position.  As Jennifer squirmed, her blouse fell wide open and slid down off her shoulders.  Jennifer’s ample breasts, framed by a sexy, light blue, satin and lace bra, jiggled in front of me.  Jennifer’s green eyes met mine briefly and her face flushed when she saw me staring at her exposed chest.

 

Tatiana whispered into Jennifer’s ear, “What a fine catch you are.  Now I’m glad we had to change our plans.  Sergei, give me that roll of tape.”

 

Sergei brought the roll of wide, white tape out and pulled a piece out to get it started for her.  Tatiana, took the roll with her right hand, and then brought the loose end up to Jennifer’s mouth.  Jennifer squealed and renewed her struggling as she fought to keep from getting taped.  Tatiana pulled Jennifer’s head back and used her left hand to press the loose end to her prisoner’s left cheek.  Then she wrapped the tape over Jennifer’s lips and all the way around her head.  She passed it over her mouth a second time and again around her head.  Jennifer’s whimpering was muffled more and more with each pass.  Tatiana wrapped it around a third time before she tore it off and pressed the loose end down.  She used both hands to smooth it all down and seal it off completely.

 

Tatiana tossed the roll back to Sergei and sneered at her, “That’s the way I like it.  A nasty bitch like you needs her mouth stuffed and taped.  No more noise from you.”

 

Jennifer tried to complain but only a muffled grunt was heard.

 

“What’s that?  Got something to say bitch?” Tatiana snickered.

 

Jennifer just glared at her angrily.  Tatiana looked down at the woman’s chest.

 

“That’s a nice pair of tits you got there girl, and a real sexy bra too.”

 

Jennifer grunted and turned away from her.

 

“Come back here, I’m just getting started with you,” Tatiana said, as she grabbed her prisoner.

 

Tatiana pulled Jennifer’s back against her chest again as she hugged her with both arms from behind.  Tatiana’s tongue licked Jennifer’s ear causing the bound woman to grunt angrily.  But Tatiana continued, and kissed her neck and sucked on it noisily.  Tatiana’s right hand left Jennifer’s waist and slowly made its way up her belly.  Jennifer looked down and squealed with alarm as she watched Tatiana’s hand approaching her breasts.  Tatiana ran her hands across the bra and then up to her prisoner’s breast bone.  She caressed the swell of Jennifer’s mounds gently as the bound woman groaned a complaint.  Tatiana’s probing fingers slipped beneath the satin and slowly squeezed her soft flesh.

 

“Mmmmm…so firm…so sexy…,” Tatiana whispered.  “Your body is so hot.  I bet the men at the office just drool all over these titties, don’t they?  I have an idea how to make this even better.”

 

Jennifer screeched helplessly and looked at Tatiana with a bit of worry.  Tatiana pulled her hand out and let it travel to her prisoner’s left shoulder.  She grabbed the strap of Jennifer’s bra and slid it down her arm as she nibbled on her earlobe.  Then she did the same to the right strap.  The Russian woman renewed the suckling of Jennifer’s neck while her hand returned to the bound woman’s breasts.  Jennifer mewed helplessly as Tatiana pulled down her bra and exposed the hardening nipples and large tits.  She gently pinched one tiny bud between her fingers causing her prisoner to inhale sharply.  Jennifer glared at her angrily but couldn’t prevent being fondled.

 

“Ooooh yesss…I love the feel of your tits!  So lush and firm.  You’re in my hands now, dear.  All mine.  You don’t like losing control do you?”

 

Tatiana looked into her prisoner’s eyes and got a flash of hatred.

 

“You’re a strong woman who likes being in control, aren’t you?”

 

Tatiana stroked and fondled the helpless woman’s soft orbs, making the nipples engorge fully from the attention.  She kept massaging them as she continued her verbal torment of the young businesswoman.

 

“I saw you in your office… in command… making the men do as you wish… You probably enjoy being in control of men… making them bend to your will… your desires…”

 

Tatiana brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them briefly to moisten them. Then she looked at me to make sure I was watching her.  I licked my lips nervously as I fidgeted against the rope between my legs.  Tatiana stroked the pretty executive’s breasts with her wet fingers.  Jennifer closed her eyes and whimpered helplessly as Tatiana massaged and kneaded her tits.  Jennifer’s breathing started to quicken as her body began to respond to her captor’s touch. 

 

Tatiana whispered into Jennifer’s ear as she tickled the woman’s nipples with her fingertips, “I like to be in control too… I like to take control of women…  of women who think they are in control… women who don’t know what it’s like to lose control… to be helpless… tied up… gagged… unable to complain… unable to resist… can’t resist my touch… my desires… can’t resist those feelings inside… burning inside of you… your desires…to be taken…and touched… and used…”

 

Tatiana continued to gently caress the bound woman’s breasts and nipples until Jennifer’s grunts turned into moans.  Jennifer’s eyes were half closed, as the woman lulled her head back, losing control of herself.  Suddenly, she let out a moan of ecstasy and opened her eyes for just a moment and looked right at me.

 

“This turns you on doesn’t it?” Tatiana asked.

 

“Doesn’t it?” she repeated louder.

 

I looked up at Tatiana and realized she was asking me.  I blushed and turned away.  Tatiana laughed.

 

“I saw you staring, honey.  Don’t be embarrassed by what you feel.  You like watching don’t you?”

 

“No,” I said and shook my head.

 

I was lying.  Deep inside I knew she was right.  There was something strangely erotic about watching the helpless woman respond to her touch, and the look on her face and in her eyes.  Those green eyes.  Cindy’s eyes.  I stared out the window and wished my friend were here.  I needed her… badly.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

Aleksei steered Jennifer’s convertible onto a ramp headed for the freeway.  The large black pickup with the load of terrorists and captives followed close behind.

 

Sergei’s voice came from the front seat, “I hate to spoil your fun back there, but we’re about to get on the highway.  You need to get her out of sight.”

 

Tatiana frowned, “Aw, just when it was getting good too.”

 

She released her grasp of Jennifer’s tits and turned the woman to face her.

 

“All right bitch,” she commanded. “Get on the floor!”

 

Jennifer refused to obey.  She growled at Tatiana from beneath the tape gag and shook her head no.  This angered the Russian woman, so she grabbed the rope around the businesswoman’s knees and yanked her legs up onto her lap, thus turning Jennifer so her back was to me.  Tatiana placed a hand on Jennifer’s hip and, with a rude shove, dumped her onto the floor.  Jennifer grunted loudly as she landed on her bottom and fell back against her bound arms, her bare tits bouncing freely.  Tatiana then pushed her legs off so the topless woman was now completely on the floor of the back seat.  With a smirk of triumph, Tatiana placed her high heels on Jennifer’s nylon covered thighs and pressed down on them.  Jennifer glared up at her over the tape wrapped around her mouth.  My own feet got tangled up in Jennifer’s hair, so Tatiana patted the seat next to her.

 

“Bring your feet up here dear,” she said.  “I have an idea.”

 

Not wanting to disobey, I swung my legs up so my feet were beside her.  She unbuckled my shoes and tossed them aside.  Then she grinned evilly.

 

“Now I want you to use your toes and tickle her breasts.”

 

I was about to ask why, but thought better of it, and decided not to question her strange request.  I figured that following her commands was in my best interest so I placed my bare feet onto Jennifer’s tits.  The half naked woman immediately shot me a dirty look.

 

“Sorry,” I said, as I gently ran my toes over her nipples.

 

Tatiana smacked me on the shoulder.  “Quiet!  I don’t want to hear anything from you for the rest of the trip, unless you want to join her on the floor with a gag in your mouth.  And don’t stop massaging her titties unless I say so!  Got it?”

 

I nodded and continued rubbing Jennifer’s breasts with my feet.  And so the remainder of the trip back was in silence, except for the occasional whimper or moan from Jennifer.

 

Night had fallen and it was getting late.  Sergei made a cell phone call back to the cabin and told them we were on the way back and would be arriving just after 9PM.  Tatiana pulled my head down to her lap, so I figured we were getting close.  As expected, about fifteen minutes later I felt the truck turn onto the bumpy uphill path to the cabin and, shortly after that, we stopped.

 

“OK, here we are, home sweet home,” she said as she let me up.  “Everybody out.”

 

Sergei exited first and opened the door for me.  I was about to ask for my shoes but then I noticed Tatiana was stuffing them into the duffel bag.  I guess I will be barefoot now, I thought.  I glanced down at the bound Jennifer, who was still giving me an evil stare, just before leaving the truck.  I felt guilty about what I had just done to her but I told myself that I wasn’t given a choice. I climbed out and Sergei roughly pushed me towards the cabin.  Aleksei parked the sports car and came over to help Tatiana pull Jennifer out of the truck.  He picked up the bound executive and carried her in his arms while she mumbled complaints through her gag as his hand went up her skirt.

 

As we entered the cabin, the aroma of cooked food hit my nose.  Anya was tending to some pots on the stove while the other men were putting plates on the table.  I was immediately reminded how hungry I was, since I hadn’t eaten all day.  But Sergei marched me right past the table and over to the side wall on the left.

 

There were several rings bolted to the wall, about waist high, that I hadn’t noticed before.  He found a padlock nearby and used it to lock the chain of my handcuffs to one of the rings.  Then he retrieved the duffel bag and pulled out a ball gag.  Damn it, not again, I thought.  Sure enough, he brought the annoying ball of rubber over to me and held it up.  I frowned and reluctantly opened my mouth.  The ball was pushed in, forcing my mouth to open even wider.  I gurgled with a bit of surprise, forgetting how large and hard it felt in my mouth, as it passed my teeth.  He buckled the straps tightly and then left to join the others.  I mouthed and struggled with the rubber as it took me a moment to get used to it again.  Then I glanced over my shoulder and confirmed what I feared.  My wrists were now securely locked to the wall behind me and I would not be able to get free without a key.

 

Tatiana approached with a knife.  I whimpered in fear, not from getting slashed, but because I knew what the real purpose of the knife was going to be.

 

“Oh come on, honey.  Did you really think I was going to let you keep your clothes?”

 

A few moments later, my blouse and skirt lie on the floor in shreds.  I was left standing there in my underwear, the lingerie that belonged to Cindy, ivory colored, French, silk panties with lace, and a matching bra that was one cup size too small for me.  My DD sized breasts bulged over the top of it provocatively and my nipples protruded from beneath the thin material.  I squirmed with embarrassment as the woman eyed me lustfully and looked down at the front of my panties.  The crotch rope I still wore was splitting my sex underneath them, and a wet spot had been forming there all day.  Tatiana looked into my eyes and smiled as her hand touched the rope.  She tugged on it gently and I whimpered softly.

 

“I think you really enjoy being tied up, don’t you?” she grinned.

 

I grunted and shook my head, no.

 

“Oh?   Then why are your panties so wet?”

 

I blushed slightly and looked down in shame.

 

She lifted my chin back up with her hand.  “You have been a good girl today, Samantha.  I think you deserve a reward.  Would you like that?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer, nor did I want to.  I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see her smirking face, but I could still feel her breath as her mouth drew closer.  I turned my head sideways and whimpered helplessly as she kissed me on the cheek.  Then I felt her hands on my body.  One hand started rubbing my panties and the other was on my bra, kneading my tits through the silk.  My breathing and heart rate accelerated and a moan escaped my gagged mouth before I could hold it back.

 

“I have something ‘fun’ in mind for you later.  But for now I’ll give you some freedom by taking this off.”

 

She reached behind my back and cut the crotch rope with her knife.  She slowly pulled the loose rope out from the front, allowing it to slide through my cunt on the way.  I shuddered as it passed over my clit.  Then she cut the loop around my waist and let it drop to the floor.  I breathed out a sigh of relief as I was finally free of that annoying rope, and opened my eyes.  There was a red line left behind on my skin around my belly and one going down into my panties.

 

Tatiana held my chin and kissed the ball between my teeth.  Then she opened her mouth wide so that her lips could go around the ball and touch my own.  She sucked on the rubber while kissing me at the same time.  Her hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly to keep me from pulling away.  She kissed me deeply, using the ball from the gag like a tongue that passed back and forth between our mouths.  Her body pressed against me and I felt her breasts touching my own.  Then she pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air.

 

“I’ll be back in a bit, darling.  Don’t go away.”

 

She turned her back and walked away while a line of drool dribbled down my chest.

 

Aleksei entered, and carried Jennifer over to the wall opposite me.  I saw that additional rings were bolted to that wall as well.  The big man stood Jennifer up against one of them.  Tatiana came over with a pair of hand cuffs and locked them to Jennifer’s wrists and then padlocked her to the wall ring like they had done to me.  Then she pulled out her knife and cut the ropes from the businesswoman’s wrists and arms.  She cut and tore the remains of Jennifer’s blouse off of her too, and did the same to the woman’s dangling bra.  Jennifer mumbled insults at her through the tape but it was to no avail.  Tatiana left the woman completely naked from the waist up.

 

“That’s a marvelous set of knockers you have there.  Do you mind if I enjoy them for a while?”

 

She mocked the gagged woman. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t talk can you?  That pretty tape gag over your mouth means you can’t say no, doesn’t it?  I’ll just help myself then,” she said as she began massaging the bound woman’s breasts.

 

She took one in each hand and slowly rubbed them until the nipples hardened.  Then she leaned forward and kissed and suckled on the soft orbs.  She nibbled at the tiny buds and licked them with her tongue.  Jennifer grunted and squealed as she tried to pull away.  I heard the clank of metal as her cuffed hands jerked against the ring behind her.  She tossed her head back, squirming and moaning, as her bare breasts were licked and teased by Tatiana’s eager tongue.  The Russian blonde rose up and plastered a big kiss on her captive’s taped lips.  Then she took a step back.

 

“Stay right here sweetie, OK?” she said as she pinched one of Jennifer’s nipples.

 

“NNNNNNN!!” Jennifer complained.

 

“I’ll be back to play with you later.  I need to go eat my dinner first,” she said, as she left to take a seat at the table.

 

Jennifer and I stared at each other for a moment, she, topless, tape gagged, and bound at knees and ankles, and I ball gagged and bound in lingerie.  She was glaring angrily at me for some reason.  I couldn’t figure out why - Maybe she was still upset about the events of the ride here, or the fact that my breasts were covered and hers were not.  Or maybe the woman was just mad all the time.  I don’t know, but she could at least be happy that her gag didn’t make her drool, I thought.  I sighed and waited helplessly for whatever was next.

 

Our captors ate their meal without giving us a second thought.  After they finished, they removed their dirty plates and brought out new ones - four to be exact.  Then Igor, Boris, and Tatiana each picked up a knife and headed down the hallway to where I had last seen the others.  A few minutes later I heard scuffling footsteps approaching.  My heart leapt with joy when I saw Rachel, Sara, and Cindy emerge.  They were alive and well!  They were no longer gagged, and Cindy smiled when she saw that I had returned safely.  Their hands were now cuffed in front of them and they shuffled forward in a line on feet that were no longer bound.  The three of them were herded over to the table and told to sit down.  Then Tatiana approached me with some keys.  She unlocked me from the wall and then removed my hand cuffs and gag.

 

“It’s time to eat,” she said.  “Put your hands out in front.”

 

I did so, and my wrists were immediately re-cuffed.  Tatiana then dragged me over to an open spot at the table and forced me to sit down next to Cindy.  Anya went around next and put food on our plates and poured water into our cups.

 

“Thanks,” I said only to be rewarded with a slap on my back.

 

“Shut up!” Tatiana ordered.  “You have exactly ten minutes, so I advise you to spend the time eating and not talking.”

 

The four of us wasted no time and immediately started to eat.  We were so famished that we stuffed the food in as fast as we could.  We had to use our hands though, as they gave us no utensils.  Igor and Tatiana stood nearby to watch over us and make sure we didn’t attempt an escape.

 

Cindy leaned towards me and whispered between mouthfuls, “Are you OK?”

 

“Yes,” I whispered, taking another bite.  “You?”

 

Cindy nodded. “We’re fine,” she said as she glanced nervously at Igor, who was watching us like a hawk.  “We better talk later.”

 

We went back to eating in silence.  I looked over to Jennifer and noticed she was watching us closely.  The Russians had left her locked to the wall, so apparently they had no plans to allow her to join us.  Poor girl, I thought, she probably envies us, and the look in her eyes told me I was probably right.

 

After we finished, they made us clean up all the dirty dishes.  They treated us like slaves, but I didn’t see how resisting would help.  We were getting a little more freedom to walk around now, so I wasn’t about to complain.  They made sure to gag us first and gave us all the same ball gags we wore the first time we had arrived here.

 

It was now very late, and I was still nervous about the ‘fun’ Tatiana was planning.  I saw her pull Sergei aside and hold a private conversation with him, away from the others.  I assumed they were talking about us because the two of them kept looking our way.  The moment their little talk ended, she came over.

 

“OK ladies, you all did a fine job.  I shall be taking you, one by one, to visit the ladies room.  After that we have a little show planned.”

 

A show? I thought.  I wondered what she had in mind.

 

Tatiana and Igor came over and un-cuffed our wrists, but only so they could re-cuff them behind our backs.  Then Tatiana escorted us one at a time to the restroom.  She entered the tiny room with us and ‘helped’ us take down and then pull up our clothes as needed.  Then, as we were brought out, Igor took us over to stand opposite of Jennifer, and locked our wrists to the rings in the wall.  He squatted down and tied my ankles together with rope, and then did the same to the other girls.  The four of us were all lined up across from the topless executive.  Anya and all the men, except for Igor, took a seat on the couches.  Igor joined Tatiana in the center of the room, near the oak table.  The two of them whispered to one another for a moment.  Then Tatiana approached us and pulled out her knife again.  She addressed the audience on the sofas as if she were an announcer.

 

“Before we get started with our evening of activities, we need to make sure our main attractions, is…well…attractive.”

 

She went over to Rachel, the first in line, and grabbed the top of her maid’s uniform.  She proceeded to rip the front of it wide open.  Rachel squealed in dismay as her curvaceous figure was now boldly displayed.  Tatiana used her knife to cut the uniform off, leaving the young, blonde-haired girl with just her white cotton panties and bra.  Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but they stood out attractively in contrast to her slim, tanned body.

 

Sara was the next in line, and protested with loud grunting and squirming while Tatiana sliced her uniform away.  The lingerie she wore underneath was rather sexy for a woman in her 30s.  Her panties were a light blue, boy short style.  They were very skimpy in the rear, as the cheeks of her ass stuck out provocatively.  Her bra was white and frilly with ruffles all along the edges.  Tatiana nodded her approval.

 

“I love your choice in underwear, dear.  Did you pick it out just for me?”

 

She ran her finger along the ruffles, tickling her shapely captive.  Sara shivered from her touch and let out a soft whimper.  Tatiana’s finger then traced a slow line down her captive’s belly, from her bra to her panties, making Sara tremble nervously.  Tatiana slipped her hand inside the woman’s panties which caused a quick intake of breath and a soft moan.  The helpless girl mewled into her gag as the probing fingers worked their magic on her delicate body for a minute or two.  I watched as Sara’s abdomen shuddered uncontrollably while her captor fondled her sex.  Sara snorted through her nose and moaned loudly.  Then Tatiana pulled away, leaving the poor woman panting around her ball gag, and approached Cindy.

 

The green eyed beauty eyed her anxiously.  She shrank back as the Russian woman’s knife made contact with her top, between her tits.  The sharp blade slid underneath the material, and one hard pull, cut the laces that were holding the front of it together.  Cindy’s firm breasts sprang free as her top split open.  The remaining shoulder strap was cut too and the shredded fabric fell to the ground.  Tatiana reached for her prisoner’s shorts next and slowly pulled them down her thighs.  Then she used the knife to cut them off as well.  Cindy grunted angrily at being stripped down to her pink satin panties.  The men in the room immediately voiced their approval of the stunning beauty, now mostly naked before them.  Cindy’s face reddened from all the hoots and hollers but she held her head up proudly.

 

“Wow!” was all Tatiana could say at first, as she looked her captive up and down.  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever layed eyes on.”

 

She reached out her hand to pinch one of Cindy’s nipples, hard.  Cindy winced but didn’t cry out, holding her composure.  She met her captor, eye to eye, in defiance.

 

“Oh, you are a proud one aren’t you?  I bet you just love your body and what it does to the men…  so hot and sexy… making the men go crazy with desire.  You probably love to tease them too, don’t you?”

 

Cindy’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t answer.

 

“Oh come on, I know you’re type - running around in those slinky outfits with the short shorts, mini skirts, and low cut tops.  You can’t tell me I’m wrong.  If it isn’t true, then why weren’t you wearing a bra?”

 

Cindy’s face flushed at that remark.

 

“I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.  How would you like to be teased and turned on, and then ignored?  What would you do if a woman made love to you?  Hmm?”

 

Not waiting for an answer, the Russian woman stepped back and pulled her own shirt off.  Cindy’s eyes widened with surprise.  We were all shocked, as none of us had expected her to do that.  Tatiana proceeded to strip even further and removed her shoes and pants.  She stood there in just her white bra and panties, watching her four captives’ eyes as they wondered up and down over her athletic body.  She stepped closer to Cindy and reached out a hand to caress my friend’s cheek.  She ran her finger slowly along the gag strap, outlining the entire length of it, from her captive’s right cheek to the left cheek, and all around the ball between her lips.

 

“I just love how your lips caress that ball… the ball that fills your mouth… filling it so fully… so you can’t speak… or complain…  or resist…”

 

She reached under Cindy’s hair by her ear and stroked her neck.  Then she grabbed a handful of her captive’s light brown hair and pulled Cindy’s head back.  Tatiana leaned forward and softly kissed her on the throat.  Her tongue came out and licked her neck and along her cheek.  Cindy shivered when she reached her ear, almost giggling.  Tatiana nibbled at her ear and pushed her tongue inside it causing goose bumps to appear on the topless girl’s skin.  I heard the rattle of Cindy’s handcuffs as she tried unsuccessfully to twist away.

 

Tatiana’s hands were on Cindy’s slim waist now, holding her by the hips.  Tatiana slid her left hand behind the bound girl’s back and grabbed a fistful of the pink satin on her captive’s buttocks.  She pulled the bound girl against herself, causing their panties to rub against each other.  Then her right hand slowly worked its way up Cindy’s belly.  Tatiana brushed her fingertips over her captive’s navel and tickled her skin, searching even higher, up, up, until she found the firm mounds.  Cindy’s tits swelled as she took in a large breath.  The Russian blonde explored her captive’s chest, massaging the soft orbs with both hands, kneading and squeezing them.  I watched my friend bite into her gag, deeply, and close her eyes while groaning softly.  Tatiana fondled her prisoner’s breasts and continued to kiss Cindy’s face.

 

“You love to have your breasts touched,” she whispered.  “So full and soft…  so sexy…  it feels so good to have them touched… and held…  to be held by a woman.”

 

Her hands did exactly that, gently cupping the large orbs with her fingers.

 

“Your will to resist is melting… melting under my hot lips.  You want me to kiss you… and touch you… to touch your breasts…  and make them tingle… it arouses you… arouses your nipples… making them grow harder… and harder...  making them swell with desire… aching to be touched... you want me to touch them… to kiss them…”

 

Tatiana moved her mouth lower now, licking and kissing as she went.  Down Cindy’s neck and chest she traveled, until her lips were on her tits.  She licked all around and over them at first, moistening the entire surface.  Then I watched as the tip of her tongue slowly extended until it touched the tiny bud of Cindy’s nipple.  Cindy’s upper body jerked back violently, as if shocked by electricity.  Her breathing quickened as I watched my friend’s breasts rise and fall in rapid succession.  Tatiana slowly leaned her mouth in closer.  Cindy backed up against the wall, whimpering as she stared down at her own quivering nipple, unable to keep it away from the invading tongue that tickled at it once again.  Tatiana’s lips surrounded the stiff bud and pulled it into her mouth as she sucked on it.  Cindy’s shoulders started shaking and her belly convulsing as she was helpless to stop it.  The blonde woman sucked and licked on her breast, over and over, and did the same to the other one.  Then she stood up and wrapped her left arm around Cindy’s waist and pulled the helpless beauty closer again.  Cindy struggled to keep her poise as the woman pushed a thigh between her legs and whispered in her ear.

 

“I can feel your pussy on my thigh now… through your panties…   I can feel how warm and wet you are getting…  your panties are so wet… wet with anticipation…  you want me…  and need me… to touch you…”

 

Cindy glanced at me briefly and then closed her eyes.  I saw the look on her face and could tell she was having much difficulty in holding back her excitement.  I was too.  I could feel myself getting wet and tingly between my legs.

 

Tatiana’s right hand plunged down inside of Cindy’s panties and stroked her pussy.  Cindy inhaled sharply and fought back a moan, her hands pulling against the iron ring uselessly, and her thighs squirming.  She tried to pull away but the ropes and cuffs held her fast.  There was no way to prevent what was happening to her.  Tatiana’s fingers found their way to the bound woman’s clit and caressed it softly.  Cindy threw her head back, her breasts heaving as the fingers began to massage her most sensitive spot.  She clamped her teeth into the ball to keep from crying out.

 

“Oh yes… you are wet…  wet with desire…  you need my touch…  the desire is growing inside of you…  it feels so good...  your pussy feels so good right now…”

 

Tatiana placed her left hand on Cindy’s ass and pushed the bound girl forward, holding her against her right hand which was pressed into her cunt.  She continued rubbing on Cindy’s clitoris harder and harder while she whispered into her struggling captive’s ear.

 

“You can’t hold it back…  you feel it building up inside of you… you feel it in your pussy…  you can’t resist it any longer…  you need to let it out…  you want to cry out… cry out for me!!”

 

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!”

 

The sound didn’t come from Cindy… or Tatiana…   It was me.  I couldn’t contain myself and had accidentally let it out.  I was ashamed of myself and was glad to discover that no one else had heard my cry because they were all focusing on my friend.

 

Cindy was sweating now as she grimaced with the effort to hold herself back.  She was trying desperately not to give in to this woman.  But Tatiana’s fingers were relentless on her clit, rubbing and stroking it under her panties, stimulating it, and forcing the sexual energy inside to come out.   I could see Cindy’s pelvis convulsing and throbbing against the woman’s hand, faster and faster.  Cindy couldn’t hold it back any longer, she shuddered and snorted and cried out, all at once.

 

“Ohhh…  Ohhhhhhhhhh…  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

It started low and rose to a crescendo as Cindy was about to explode over the edge.  But Tatiana suddenly pulled her hand out and stepped back.

 

“Not so fast young lady!  I’m not letting you cum just yet.”

 

Cindy groaned loudly with disappointment, despite herself, and thrust her pelvis out for more attention.  She hadn’t reached an orgasm yet, and wanted one, and needed one.  She squeezed her thighs together, trying to rub herself but it was no use.  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she panted and her loins trembled. The perspiration rolled down her face and chest as Tatiana smiled at her cruelly.

 

“My, you really got excited there didn’t you honey?”

 

Cindy looked up at her tormentor, groaning in anguish.  I watched my friend closely, as she slobbered around the ball gag, gasping and moaning.  She looked at me through strands of sweat soaked hair.  Her green eyes were pleading for release as the escaping climax slowly began to fade.

 

Tatiana chortled, “I think you almost enjoyed that as much as I did…  Well, it’s time to move on to the next event.”

 

She spun around and headed for Jennifer.

 

She signaled Igor to join her, and the two of them unlocked Jennifer from the wall.  Igor held the topless women’s arms firmly while Tatiana removed the hand cuffs from her wrists.  Keeping the woman’s arms behind her back, Tatiana bent them at the elbow and brought each wrist up to the opposite elbow.  She used some rope to tie them in that position and hold her arms folded behind her back.  Then she took her knife and cut the ropes around the woman’s ankles, but left her knees tied together.  Igor brought over a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around Jennifer’s arms and upper body.  He passed it around and under her breasts two times and then looped it around and above her breasts twice before tying it off.  The effect squeezed her tits from the top and bottom causing them to bulge forward a bit.  Then Tatiana used a smaller piece of rope and cinched the loops together between her breasts.  This squeezed Jennifer’s tits even more and elicited a groan of complaint from the sexy captive.

 

“There we go, that looks much better,” Tatiana said, satisfied with the effect.  “OK honey, now it’s time to make you talk.”

 

Igor stood behind the woman and held her by the shoulders, tilting her back.  Jennifer’s bound breasts were thrust outward.  Tatiana reached out with her hand and pinched and held onto one of the nipples.

 

“Mmmmmmm!!”  Jennifer moaned.

 

“I’m going to remove your gag now and you’re going to tell us where Brian and Steve’s team were transferred to.  I want to know which facility they’re at, and the address, and how long they plan to stay there.”

 

She grabbed an edge of the tape around Jennifer’s face and pulled it up just enough so she could slide her knife underneath and cut it.  Then she ripped it off rudely.

 

“Owmmmmm!!” Jennifer wailed.  She spit the soaked cloth out from her mouth.  “Fuck you!  I’m not telling you anything.”

 

“Oh, so you want me to get rough do you?” Tatiana asked.

 

“I don’t care what you do to me, bitch, it won’t make me talk.  You can kiss my ass for all I care!”

 

“Oh is that so?  Well, I just might take you up on that offer.  But first, I think naughty bitches, who don’t listen, need to be spanked.”

 

“You wouldn’t dare!  I’m a grown woman, an executive with a government firm.  You can’t spank me.”

 

“I can and I will.  Igor, remove her skirt please.”

 

Jennifer seemed worried all of a sudden as the bald-headed giant approached.

 

“Don’t you dare touch me.  You can’t do this to me.”

 

Igor reached around her waist and unfastened her mini skirt and let it drop to the floor.  The pretty executive whimpered softly and her face reddened.  Her shapely legs were long and sexy, covered with sheer white nylons that were held up by a garter belt that matched in color and style to her panties and the bra she had worn earlier.  The entire ensemble was made of light blue satin and lace and was very provocative.  I was surprised to see a woman of her position and demeanor wearing such a sexy outfit.  Tatiana eyed her newly stripped captive up and down, pausing as she focused on the woman’s panties.

 

“You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?  Wearing a thong under your work clothes, and over top of your garters no less.”

 

Jennifer’s face reddened deeply.

 

“Who were you wearing these for, hmm?  The men in the office? ”  Tatiana paused in thought for a moment.  “No, I think not.  I saw how disgusted you were by them.  You couldn’t wait to get out of there.  Where were you going in such a hurry?  To see a lover?  Another woman perhaps?”

 

Jennifer lowered her head, too embarrassed to look her captor in the eye.

 

“Aha, I thought so.  I saw how you stared at Samantha back in your office.  You’re attracted to large breasts aren’t you?  I might get more pleasure out of this than I thought,” Tatiana chuckled.

 

She walked over to the bound woman and grabbed the front of Jennifer’s panties.

 

“Follow me,” she said as she pulled Jennifer along by her thong.

 

Jennifer’s knees were still bound together so she had to kind of waddle after her.  The Russian blonde led her over to stand in front of the table.

 

“I’ll give you one more chance before we start.  Will you tell me where Brian and Steve are?”

 

“Go to hell!”

 

Tatiana nodded to Igor and he immediately pulled out two pieces of rope. He used them to attach each of Jennifer’s ankles to one of the table legs.  Her high heeled feet were now pulled awkwardly apart.  Since her knees were still bound, she was forced to squat slightly and stick her bottom out.  She had to lean against the table for balance.  Then he pulled out a longer piece of rope.  He grabbed the bound executive and tied one of the ends to the cinching rope between her breasts.

 

“What are you doing?  Leave me alone,” she complained.

 

Igor walked around to the far side of the table, holding on to the other end of the rope as he went.  Then he gathered up the slack and threatened to pull the sexy captive forward.

 

“Stop it!  You can’t do this to me.”  Jennifer complained.

 

“Are you going to tell me what I want?” Tatiana asked.

 

“No.”

 

“Then, Igor, you may proceed,” she said nonchalantly.

 

Igor pulled on the rope and forced Jennifer to bend forward.  He didn’t stop pulling until Jennifer’s bound breasts hit the table top.  Then he tied it off and came back around to this side so he could get a better view of the poor girl.

 

And what a sight it was!  Jennifer’s shapely bottom was now sticking up in the air, at the edge of the table.  Her trembling cheeks danced before my eyes, spilt by her thong down the middle, and framed on each side by the straps of her garters.  Tatiana couldn’t resist taking advantage of the girl’s helpless position and patted the woman’s behind.

 

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Jennifer cried.  “Or I’ll…  I’ll…”

 

“Or you’ll what?” Tatiana finished for her.  “Exactly what do you plan to do from that position?”

 

The executive sputtered to say something threatening.  “I’ll… I’ll… Just keep your fucking hands off of me!”

 

“I’ll do whatever I please with you, my dear, because you can’t do anything about it.”

 

Tatiana hooked a finger under each of Jennifer’s garters and pulled them back as far as the elastic would stretch, and then let go.  They stung the girl’s buttocks with a loud SNAP!

 

“Owwww!” wailed Jennifer.

 

“How do you feel now?...  Miss Jennifer Turner?” Tatiana asked, continuing to chastise her victim.  “Bent over the table with your ass thrusting out…  so vulnerable…  waiting to be spanked…”

 

“Please.  Don’t do it.  You can’t spank me.” Jennifer’s demands sounded more like begging now.

 

“Oh, you will be spanked.  There is no question about that.  The real question is - When will it begin?  I could leave you tied up like this for a while if I wanted to, and leave your ass sticking out so we can all enjoy the view.  Or maybe I’ll let some of the men come and enjoy it a little more intimately.  Would you like that instead?”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

Tatiana’s hands explored the bound girl’s bottom, rubbing and goosing it, causing her captive to squirm.  Then she brought her hand back and paused with it held in mid air.  Jennifer noticed the room had suddenly grown quiet, and turned her head back to see what was going on.  She was just in time to see Tatiana’s hand come down with a loud SMACK, right onto the middle of her bottom.  The sound rang loudly through the room and Jennifer gasped as her breath suddenly left her.  I saw her fingers and wrists flexing as she pulled against her bonds in an effort to get free.  Tatiana paused again, waiting for the woman to catch her breath.

 

SMACK!

 

The second blow was as loud as the first.  Again the oxygen left Jennifer’s lungs with a grunt of pain.  Tatiana didn’t wait this time and spanked her again with her bare hand.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Jennifer’s body went rigid and her feet pulled at the ropes uselessly.  Her head shot backward violently as she arched her back.

 

“Please, stop!” she cried.

 

Tatiana hesitated and then lowered her hand.  Jennifer was panting rapidly.

 

“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked her.

 

“No.”

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Jennifer’s ass was turning red as the blonde continued to spank it.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Tatiana stopped and walked to the side of the table.  She grabbed Jennifer by the hair and lifted her head up.  I saw streaks of tears on the businesswoman’s face.

 

Tatiana snarled at her prisoner.  “I will only stop when you promise to tell me what I want to know.”

 

“You evil, fucking bitch!  I hate you!”  She shouted, and spat into Tatiana’s face.

 

Tatiana was livid.  She wiped the spittle away and marched over to the duffel bag.  She gave Igor a command in Russian while she dug through the bag for something.  Igor cut the rope holding Jennifer down and then untied it from between her breasts and let her stand up.  Tatiana finally found what she wanted and approached the resistant captive.

 

“I’ve wasted enough time being nice to you.  Now I’ll show you how serious I am.  These little boys will make you talk.”

 

She held up two strange looking metal clips that were attached to each other by a chain.  Jennifer’s expression instantly changed to concern.

 

“Wh-wh-what are those for?” she asked nervously.

 

“These are called nipple clamps, and this particular design is specially made to pinch even tighter whenever you pull on the chain.”

 

The Russian woman reached out her hand and hefted Jennifer’s right breast.  The nipple was already engorged from the ropes squeezing her tits.  Tatiana brought one of the clips towards the sensitive bud.  Jennifer yelped and would have pulled away but Igor came over and held her steady.  The clamp bit down onto her nipple.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!” Jennifer gasped with shock and pain.

 

Then Tatiana took the left breast and attached the second clamp to Jennifer’s other nipple.

 

“Gaaahhhhhh, ow that hurts!  Take them off!” Jennifer squealed.

 

“Oh come on, I think you’re over reacting.  I’ve worn these before and they don’t hurt that much… once you get used to them, that is,” she chuckled.

 

Jennifer whimpered and bit her lip.  She seemed unconvinced that this was something she would get used to.

 

“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked while tugging slightly on the connecting chain.

 

Jennifer didn’t answer.  She was too focused on trying to withstand the pain coursing through her tits.  Tatiana took her silence as a “no” and raised her hand.

 

SMACK!

 

Tatiana spanked her again as she stood there.  The sharp blow caused Jennifer’s tits to jiggle and the chain between the clamps to swing to and fro.  The burning sensation this caused was much stronger than Jennifer expected and she gasped loudly.

 

“Aaaaahhhhh!” 

 

SMACK!

 

“Owwwwww!”

 

SMACK!

 

“S-S-Stop!”

 

SMACK!

 

“Stop, stop!” Jennifer begged louder.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

“All right, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

 

SMACK!

 

“Stop, I’ll tell you what you want!” Jennifer wailed.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

“Please!” Jennifer was crying now.

 

Tatiana didn’t seem to be listening as she continued to strike the defenseless girl’s bottom.  If anything, she was swinging harder now.

 

SMACK!

 

“Please,” Jennifer pleaded and sobbed.  “I said I would talk, please stop!”

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

It was Anya that finally put an end to it.

 

“Nyet, nyet!!” she yelled as she came from out of no where and grabbed Tatiana’s right hand, just as she was about to strike the weeping executive again.

 

The interruption set off a burst of rage in Tatiana, and she whirled around and went after the red head like a wild animal.

 

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed and threw a left hook at Anya.

 

The woman ducked the blow and grabbed Tatiana’s wrist and tried to wrestle her down. But Tatiana was much stronger.  She pulled her right hand free of the weaker girl’s grasp and used it to grab a fistful of her comrade’s long hair.  Tatiana pulled while at the same time tripping Anya with her foot.  Anya lost her balance and fell backward, flailing her arms wildly for something to grab onto.  She accidently caught Tatiana’s bra with her clawing fingers and used it to pull Tatiana to the ground with her.  The bra clasp broke on the way down causing Tatiana’s breasts to burst free.  Tatiana landed on top of the red head with her tits engulfing Anya’s face.  The weaker girl struggled for leverage but was quickly pinned down on her back.  Tatiana repositioned herself and sat down on Anya’s chest.  She straddled herself over her defeated foe with her panty covered crotch spread wide in front of the pinned girl’s face.

 

Anya’s arms were now caught underneath the blonde’s legs and she couldn’t defend herself.  Tatiana pulled her useless bra off and used it like a whip to strike Anya across the face.  She would have struck again but Sergei grabbed her wrist from behind and Igor took her other arm.  The two of them pulled her off the defenseless woman.  Anya crawled to her feet and rubbed at the welt on her cheek.  The four of them began shouting and arguing in Russian as Igor dragged Tatiana, kicking and screaming, over to the sofa.  The other men, who were sitting there, got up out of his way.  Igor tossed the furious woman onto the vacated sofa and held her down while she cursed at her leader.  Sergei came over to address his irate comrade.  They argued back and forth for a minute or so, with Igor and Anya interjecting a comment or two.  It took them several minutes before they managed to calm Tatiana down.  Igor relaxed his grip and allowed her to stand up.  She suddenly felt foolish, wearing just her panties, and went to retrieve her clothes.

 

As she was putting them back on, Anya came over to Sergei and whispered in his ear.  He gave her a nod of approval, so she approached Jennifer, who was dumbfounded by everything that had just happened.  The red head picked up a knife from the table, knelt down, and cut the cords around Jennifer’s ankles.  Then she stood up and gently turned her prisoner around.  She began rubbing the topless women’s shoulders as if she were giving her a massage.  Her hands started at Jennifer’s neck and then slowly worked their way down her arms and over to the bound breasts.  Anya carefully grasped the nipple clamps with her fingers, but left them attached.

 

“Ooooh these must really hurt… your sensitive little buds…  all red and sore...  Shall I make them feel better?” she whispered seductively.  “If you tell us where Brian and Steve are, I’ll take these off for you.”

 

Jennifer was all too happy to rid herself of the nasty clamps and would have done almost anything at this point to have them removed.  So, without a second thought, she promptly told the flirty red head everything they wanted – the name and location of the building, the street address, and that Brian and Steve should be there until the end of the week.

 

“Oh thank you so much, darling… how sweet of you to help… I think you’ve earned yourself something special… would you like that?” she cooed.

 

Jennifer was still waiting for the clamps to come off, so she remained silent.  She didn’t want to delay anything by giving the wrong answer.  Anya smiled at the buxom woman who was waiting so patiently for her to fulfill her promise.  But Anya decided to have some fun of her own.  She gripped the chain with her left hand and started jiggling it.

 

Jennifer whimpered. “Ohhhhh… please don’t...”

 

“What’s wrong?  Does this hurt?” Anya asked with fake surprise.

 

“Yessss… pleassse… sssstop,” Jennifer’s words were slurring from the pain.

 

Anya looked to her leader, “May I have some fun with her?”

 

He smiled, “Of course you may, my love.”

 

Tatiana complained, “But you promised this was my night with them.”

 

She was reacting like a child who just had her favorite toy taken away.  Her commander seemed rather annoyed by the interruption and gave her a stern look. 

 

But Tatiana ignored him.  “Will I at least get a turn when she is finished?”

 

“It’s too late for that now,” he said, angrily.  “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.  I’m still upset that you attacked Anya.”

 

“Well she shouldn’t have grabbed…”

 

“Enough!” Sergei interrupted with a wave of his hand.  “Let’s not get started on that again.  Did you forget who is in command here?”

 

“No,” Tatiana said, her temper softening.

 

“Anya may do as she pleases with them, for now.  There should be some time for you in the morning.  Our plans have changed.”  He continued in Russian and presumably began to share with them his idea.

 

Anya, meanwhile, was grinning triumphantly.  She enjoyed hearing Tatiana get put back in her place and gave Tatiana a smug look as she circled around her prize, the bound executive.

 

“Igor, would you be so kind as to take my precious captive over to that chair and tie her down for me?”

 

Igor nodded.

 

“Thank you dear,” Anya said as she ran her fingers gently over Jennifer’s bare shoulders.

 

The big, bald-headed man dragged the protesting Jennifer over to one of the wooden chairs.  He forced her to sit down on her sore bottom and proceeded to tie each ankle to a chair leg.  Then he wrapped a cord around her waist and another around her chest, just above her breasts, and secured her to the back of the chair with them.

 

“Shall I gag her?” he asked Anya.

 

“No,” she grinned, as she eyed the helpless brunette.  “I want to do that myself.”

 

 

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CHAPTER 6

Anya approached the helpless brunette.  Jennifer’s arms were still tied, wrist to opposite elbow, behind her back and her bound tits were still adorned with the nipple clamps.  The smirking red head eyed the chair tied beauty lustfully.  She straddled herself over Jennifer’s lap and sat down on her thighs.

“Get off me!” Jennifer complained.  “What the hell is wrong with the women around here?  Are you all fucking dykes?”

Anya made a sour face and slapped her hand over the cursing woman’s mouth.  “Tsk, tsk, what filthy language from such a pretty girl.  Anya needs to keep you quiet,” she said as she looked around.  “Now what shall we put in that dirty mouth of yours?”

She spied the remains of Jennifer’s satin bra on the floor nearby and snatched it up.

“Igor, could you hand Anya that knife over there, please?”

The big man retrieved the blade and gave it to her.  She used it to cut and remove the elastic shoulder straps from the wireless bra and set them down on Jennifer’s lap.  Then she rolled the rest of it up into a ball.  She took the wad of light blue satin and shoved it between the brunette’s lips.  Jennifer gurgled obscenities as the soft material invaded her mouth and surrounded her tongue.  Anya picked up one of the loose shoulder straps, stretched it out, and pushed it between her prisoner’s lips to hold the wad in place.  Then she leaned forward so she could reach behind Jennifer’s head to knot the ends.  The helpless executive was treated to a face full of the red head’s ample cleavage while her new gag was tied off.   Anya repeated the process with the second strap so that Jennifer was now fully gagged with her own bra.

“Mmmppph gapphh thufff gah frmmph mmpph thmmmm!”  The businesswoman grunted angrily into the mouthful of satin as Anya returned to her spot on Jennifer’s lap.

“That sounds so much better.  It’s like music to Anya’s ears!” she chuckled.

Jennifer just glared at the woman as she struggled against the ropes.  Anya grinned as she watched the topless girl’s breasts wiggling with every squirm.

“Well, let’s see.  What shall Anya do with you now?” she said, placing a finger to her lips as if in thought.  “Hmmm, there are so many things Anya can think of, that she doesn’t know which one to try first.”

Anya brought her right hand up and gently touched the side of Jennifer’s left breast.  The pretty executive squealed as her captor’s fingers tenderly stroked the soft flesh.

“Anya just loves to see your tits like this, all tied up and presented just for her.”

She slowly ran her finger all over the bulging mound while Jennifer watched in dismay.

“Ooh, so soft and sensitive… and swollen.  Look how the ropes make your nipples stiff without Anya even touching them…  and look how those clamps are gripping them so firmly… making them red and excited… and hot,” Anya cooed softly, as she brought her left hand up to wiggle one of the nipple clamps.

This caused the busty captive to whimper loudly.  Jennifer mewled helplessly while the woman continued to fondle both of her sore tits.  I watched the pretty executive’s fingers flexing into fists behind her back as she pulled against her bonds.

“Anya is excited too… and hot.”

She stood up then, and walked around behind Jennifer’s field of vision.  She signaled to Tatiana, who had been watching with envy.

“Come here,” Anya said to her.  “Anya wants to show you that she has no hard feelings towards you.”

Her female comrade was a bit surprised, but came over to see what the red haired beauty wanted.  Anya whispered at length into her ear.  Tatiana was obviously pleased with what she heard because a huge smile quickly appeared on her lips.  She approached Jennifer from behind and clapped both her hands over the bound girl’s ears and tilted her head back roughly.  Then she bent down and gave her a lengthy kiss on her gagged mouth.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Jennifer, Anya was slipping out of her shoes and pants.  She pulled off her shirt as well and quietly tossed her clothes aside.  All she wore underneath was a pair of skimpy, black, nylon panties.  She tapped Tatiana on the shoulder to indicate she was ready.  The Russian blonde reluctantly ended her kiss and stepped aside.  Jennifer attempted to look back but Anya swiftly placed her hands over Jennifer’s eyes and turned her head to the front before she noticed her wardrobe change.  Then she knelt down behind the chair back and wrapped her arms around the topless executive’s belly.

Jennifer whimpered and squirmed as the Russian woman’s hands explored her body.  Anya ran her hands along the woman’s abdomen and then down her hips and thighs.  She gently brushed her fingers over the surface of Jennifer’s silky nylons for a moment or two.  Her fingers traveled down along the inside of her captive’s thighs and then slowly back up the outside.   The brunette fidgeted in her chair as the fingers traced along her garter straps and up to the satin garter belt.  They finally met in the middle below Jennifer’s navel where they stopped while the red head slowly rose to her feet.  The bound woman’s eyes focused on the hands that hovered just above her panties, worried that they might go elsewhere.

Anya leaned her mouth towards Jennifer’s left ear as her long hair draped over the topless woman’s shoulder and brushed against her captive’s bare breast.  Jennifer squealed and turned her head sideways as a kiss was planted on her cheek.

“Mmmmm,” Anya purred.  “So delicious.  Your skin is so soft and smooth.  Anya loves kissing you.  Do you like Anya?  Do you want Anya to touch you?”

Jennifer responded with a yelp of alarm, as her attention was suddenly drawn downward to the fingers that had started moving again.  The bound woman’s whimpering intensified as Anya’s fingers slowly slipped inside of Jennifer’s panties.

“Anya loves to touch other women… to make women hot and moist.  Is Anya turning you on?”  She whispered to her prisoner.

The traveling fingers must have found a sensitive spot because the brunette’s body suddenly stiffened and she let out a loud moan.

“OHHHHHMMMM!”

Anya’s hand stroked her captive’s sex for just a moment or two before she slid it back out again.  Her other hand came down and together they grabbed the waistband of Jennifer’s panties.  The pretty executive squealed loudly as she feared her thong would be removed, even though it couldn’t pass underneath her while she was still seated.

Anya whispered into Jennifer’s ear, “Anya wants you to lift up so she can pull your panties down.  Will you do that for Anya?”

Jennifer looked at her apprehensively and shook her head no.  It wasn’t quite the insolent response I was expecting from her.  It appeared the bold and flirty red head was making Jennifer very uneasy and unsure of herself.

“Anya will arouse you some more and make you feel pleasure.  Anya is very experienced and knows how to please a woman.  Let Anya show you how good it feels to let go.”

Her hands began stroking her captive’s body again.  She gingerly caressed Jennifer’s sides, tickling her ribs and making the poor girl shiver.  The hands came up and grabbed each of her bound breasts and squeezed them gently.  Jennifer rolled her eyes back and groaned into her gag as the woman wiggled her bound tits.  The nipple clamps began to swing and pull on her sensitive buds.  Anya brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked the tips of them.  Then her fingers returned to Jennifer’s nipples.  She gently rubbed the swollen buds with her moistened fingers.  She massaged the sexy captive’s breasts with great care and caused her prisoner to moan again and close her eyes.  Anya grasped the chain with her left hand and held it as she slowly walked around to the front of her victim.

“Open your eyes and look at Anya.  See how beautiful and exciting she is.”

When Jennifer did that, she saw the stunning red head, nearly naked for the first time.

“HUUUHHHHMMMMMM!” she gasped with surprise, her eyes wide as saucers at the sight of the young girl’s naked tits.

The pretty executive’s own breasts began rising and falling rapidly as she suddenly became very agitated.  She tugged at her bonds again with renewed effort.  Anya noticed the look of fear in Jennifer’s eyes.

“What are you so afraid of my dear?  Anya doesn’t bite.  Does the sight of Anya’s breasts excite you?”

She looked her captive in the eye while she massaged her own generous melons and licked her lips seductively.  Jennifer squirmed in her seat, unable to take her eyes off the woman’s impressive breasts.  Her anxiety was steadily increasing and she swallowed nervously as Anya leaned in closer and closer.  The topless businesswoman began panting with short quick breaths as Anya’s large tits drew agonizingly close to her face.  The red head tilted her head forward until their noses touched.  She looked deeply into Jennifer’s eyes.

“Anya wants you to lift up now,” she said in a low sexy voice.  Her hands went down to Jennifer’s hips again.  “Please don’t make Anya disappointed.”

Jennifer’s cheeks flushed as she timidly lifted her bottom and shut her eyes.  Her hips trembled and shook as Anya slowly peeled her thong down to the ropes around her knees.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  The once rude and defiant executive was now a quivering mound of butter that was melting from the touch and words of the sexy red head.  She was totally enraptured by the sweet and voluptuous Anya.

“Mmmmmm, your pussy is so inviting,” Anya said as she stared at the moist and trimmed thatch of pubic hair on her lovely captive.

She climbed back onto her prisoner’s lap and wrapped her arms around Jennifer’s head.  She hugged the brunette by pulling her chest into the gagged woman’s face.

“Ohhhh yesssss!”  Anya was moaning herself now.  “Rub your mouth over Anya’s breasts.  Kiss them and please Anya with your lips.  Yesssss, that feels so good to Anya!”

I couldn’t tell if Jennifer was actually kissing her breasts or not, but I certainly heard her muffled whimpers and moans from beneath Anya’s bosom.  The Russian woman stroked her captive’s hair as she tossed her own head back moaning loudly.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

She scooted herself back a bit then and pulled Jennifer’s face up out of her tits.  The brunette was gasping for air as she struggled with the satin filling her mouth.  Perspiration was forming on her face and shoulders.  Her eyes were slits as she seemed lost in a dream.  Anya kissed her deeply on her gagged mouth as the executive groaned with no hope of pulling away.

After about a minute, the Russian woman finally broke off the kiss and allowed Jennifer a reprieve.  I saw the same look in Jennifer’s green eyes now that I had seen on Cindy just moments ago.  The brunette was now a helpless, trembling leaf, caught in a web of desire.  Her eyes were half closed, her hair was hanging down in her face, and her chest was covered with sweat.

Anya called to Tatiana in Russian and asked her to get something for her.  I watched as the blonde went over and dug something out of the duffel bag.  Tatiana returned with another pair of nipple clamps chained together.

“Hummmmm ummmmm!!” Jennifer shook her head and whimpered fearfully, pleading with her eyes.

“Relax sweetie, these aren’t for you,” Anya smiled, as she held out her hand for them.

But Tatiana pushed Anya’s hand away and gave her comrade a wink.

“I have a better idea,” she said, turning to Jennifer.

Anya seemed confused at first but allowed her partner to continue.

Tatiana held up one of the clamps, letting the other dangle by the chain, and waved it in Jennifer’s face.  The brunette looked really frightened now, and shook her head no again.  Tatiana slowly lowered the clamp and allowed it to slide down between the topless women’s breasts and behind the chain of the two clamps already attached.  After the clamp dropped below the level of the horizontal chain, Tatiana grabbed it with her other hand.  Jennifer stared at it wide eyed, as the blonde was now holding one clamp in each hand while the connecting chains remained entwined together.  The realization of Tatiana’s intent suddenly dawned on Anya and she grinned with approval.

“Anya likes,” she said and leaned her chest forward until her breasts touched Jennifer’s.

The helpless executive whimpered and watched in horrid fascination as Tatiana attached the new set of clamps to Anya’s aroused nipples.  Anya moaned with pleasure as she leaned back to allow the interlocked chains to pull taught on both girl’s nipples.  Jennifer screamed into her gag, unable to relieve any of the tension on her sore buds.  One woman was moaning with pleasure and the other was writhing in pain from the same effect.

“Ohhhhh yesssss,” Anya purred.

She looked down at herself and massaged her own breasts roughly.  She tugged at the chain which caused it to pull and stretch both women’s nipples again.  Jennifer was frantically mewling at the woman to stop.  Anya noticed the girl’s plight and relaxed the tension a little.

“Your titties are more sensitive than Anya’s,” she teased the gagged woman.  “You don’t like when Anya pulls on them, do you?”

Jennifer shook her head weakly and chomped down on her gag as she winced.

“Anya understands; she will be nice now.”

With that, the buxom red head reached forward and carefully grasped the clamps on Jennifer’s tits.  The brunette held her breath as Anya gently removed the clamps from her prisoner’s breasts.  As soon as they came off, Jennifer groaned with burning relief as the blood flowed once again through her aching nipples.

“Ooohhh, they look so sore.  Anya will make them feel better,” she said with enthusiasm.

Anya bent her head down so her lips could reach the bound woman’s tits.  She cupped each breast with her soft hands and lifted them one at a time to her mouth.  She kissed each swollen bud gingerly and gave it a few licks with her tongue.  Then she pulled one of them into her mouth and sucked on it, causing Jennifer to shudder.  She kissed her captive over and over as her mouth slowly worked its way up Jennifer’s chest to her throat.  Anya slid her bottom forward and pressed her whole body against Jennifer.  Their naked breasts squashed together as Anya kissed the struggling executive’s gagged mouth.  Tatiana stood by in amusement as she watched her partner’s sexy embrace of the helpless, whimpering captive.  Anya’s tongue worked its way through the gagging into Jennifer’s mouth while her fingers dug through her captive’s dark hair.  Jennifer’s body tensed up at first but as the French kiss continued I saw her begin to relax.  She moaned softly and seemed to be drawing some pleasure from the kiss as well.  Anya fed off of her captive’s response and pressed in even tighter and with more eagerness as she moaned huskily.

Up until now, Sergei’s reaction to all of this was simple amusement.  But as the passion began to stir between the prisoner and her captor his expression suddenly changed.  He stood up with a frown on his face and took a step forward.  Jennifer was no longer fighting the kiss and this seemed to be making Sergei jealous.

“Ahem!”  He cleared his throat loudly.  “It is getting late my dear.  We have a lot to do tomorrow so we need to be getting everyone to bed.”

Anya reluctantly broke off her kiss and lazily turned her head to face her leader.

“Can Anya bring this one to bed with us?” she asked.  She pressed her face in to be cheek to cheek with Jennifer and began to pet the woman’s face.  “Anya likes this one.”

“No, I don’t think that is a good idea.  We can’t waste any time with distractions.  I need your help getting these prisoners taken care of.”

Anya pouted and pushed her lower lip out.

“You’re no fun.  Anya is unhappy.”

But she obeyed her leader and stood up.  She bent down and gave Jennifer one last kiss before retrieving her clothes.  She removed the clamps from her breasts and then quickly donned her clothes.  Sergei began issuing instructions in Russian as everyone moved into action.  Tatiana and Anya worked on untying Jennifer from the chair while Igor and Aleksei came over to the four of us locked to the wall rings.  Sergei stood in the middle, directing everyone, while the other men left the room.  Rachel and Sara were unlocked first, and the two men easily lifted them up and carried them down the hall that led to our holding room.  I saw the other men return from the side room dragging three mattresses behind them.  They followed Igor and Aleksei down the hall.  The sight of the mattresses gave me hope that we wouldn’t have to sleep on the cold hard floor.  Cindy and I looked at each as we waited our turn.  I was concerned with how she was holding up after the ordeal she had just gone through.  But her eyes sparkled with that old familiar glow and I knew she was fine.  I really admired her courage and resolve.

Tatiana and Anya finally finished untying Jennifer from the chair.  The two of them appeared to have put their differences behind them as they worked together on the woman.  Anya cut off and removed Jennifer’s panties, leaving her knees tied, and stuffed them into her pocket while Tatiana held their prisoner steady.  Then Anya locked a set of leg cuffs onto the executive’s ankles and tightened them up.  Tatiana lifted Jennifer up by the shoulders while Anya grabbed the woman’s legs.  The two Russian women struggled a bit but they soon hauled the bound woman out.

Then Igor and Aleksei returned and headed for Cindy and me.  They unlocked our wrists from the rings and then hoisted us up over their shoulders.  I grunted from the rough handling and because I felt a hand on my bottom holding me steady.  I watched the floor go by as they carried us back to our room.  They dropped both Cindy and I down on the same mattress and laid us about a foot apart, face to face.  I was on my left side and Cindy was on her right.  Igor and Aleksei then found two sets of leg cuffs lying nearby and got to work on connecting them to our ankles.   I looked around and saw Ivan, Nikolai, and Boris working on Rachel and Sara, while Tatiana and Anya were working on Jennifer.  They replaced the ropes on our ankles with leg cuffs.  The ropes on Jennifer’s arms were also replaced by handcuffs on her wrists.  Our gags were removed and taken away by the men as they all left the room, except for Ivan who hung back for some reason.  Were they going to leave us ungagged for the night?  I wondered hopefully.  Anya left as well, leaving only Tatiana and Ivan to watch over us.  Tatiana was kneeling on the same mattress that Jennifer was lying on and had a hand on her prisoner’s hip.

“You better sleep well dear because tomorrow is a busy day for you and me.”

“What the hell do you need to keep me here for?  You got what you wanted, so why don’t you jest let me go?” Jennifer asked.

“Oh, I have my reasons to keep you all tied up.  I still want my revenge and, besides, I enjoy seeing you naked.”

She ran her hands along Jennifer’s garter belt and nylons, stroking her prisoner’s long legs.  Jennifer was about to complain but suddenly shut her mouth, deciding not to, this time.  She had finally learned that resisting only made things worse.  She bit her lower lip and turned her face down into the mattress as Tatiana flipped her over onto her stomach.  The Russian blonde then pulled Jennifer’s hands out of the way so she could fondle the woman’s shapely bottom.

I looked over to see what Ivan was doing.  The tall man had moved off to the corner and was watching from a distance now.  He was paying particular attention to Jennifer, at the moment, as he held one hand against the front of his pants.

Then Anya returned with a handful of cloth strips.  The red headed vixen sat down on the floor and began tying a large knot in the center of each of the cloths.  Then she tossed one to Tatiana while she moved over to Rachel and Sara.  Rats!  So much for spending the night ungagged, I thought.

Tatiana grabbed Jennifer’s hair and pulled her head up.

“Open wide, American whore!”

Tatiana twisted her fist in Jennifer’s hair painfully, causing the woman’s mouth to come open.  The knotted cloth was immediately rammed inside.

“Uhhh… ahhhggg…mmmffffmmmppphhh!”

Tatiana pulled back on the ends and tied it off.  Then she swatted the pretty executive on the bottom.

“Huuummpppphhh!” was Jennifer’s muffled response.

“That’s perfect.  Now I won’t have to hear any more bitching from you.”

Meanwhile, Anya had just finished tying a gag into Rachel and Sara’s mouths.  She positioned the two lingerie clad women to be facing each other on their sides, about 12 inches apart.  Then she pulled out a padlock from her pocket and locked it around the chain links connecting their ankle cuffs.  The two maids now had their feet locked together.  Then she came over to me.

She held up one of the gags, expecting me to open.

“Please,” I said.  “You don’t have to do this.  I promise not to make a sound.”

Anya smiled, “Anya is sure you wouldn’t, but you look so sexy with a gag in your mouth.  Now open up for Anya.”

I sighed and parted my lips.  The knot was pushed in gently and then the ends were tied off behind my head.  Then Anya’s hands went to my shoulders and slid the straps of my bra down each arm.  I gave a little squeak of surprise as she also unhooked the clasp in the back and bared my breasts by pulling down my bra.  She pulled out a pocket knife and cut the rest of it away, leaving me with just my panties.

“Yes, Anya thinks you look very sexy.”

My face flushed as I noticed Cindy staring at my large tits.  Anya’s fingers came around from behind and gently tweaked one of my nipples.

“Mmmmmmpppphhhh,” I complained into my gag.

Cindy came to my defense, “Leave my friend alone!”

Tatiana suddenly appeared from behind her and yanked on my friend’s hair, pulling her head back.

“Quiet, bitch!” Tatiana sneered.  “She gets the same treatment as everyone else around here.  Now give me a gag for this one.”

She held out her hand to Anya but her comrade shook her head.

“Nyet.  Remember what Sergei said?  You get your turn tomorrow.  Anya wants to gag this one.”

Tatiana gave her a stern look for a moment but then relaxed.

“Fine.”  She lowered her hand and released her grasp of Cindy’s hair.  “I’ll be expecting the same cooperation from you tomorrow then.”

Hmmm, I thought.  Maybe the two of them haven’t put all of their differences behind them.

Anya took the last knotted cloth strip and pushed it into Cindy’s mouth and tied it off.  Then she pulled out another padlock and used it to lock our ankles together.

“What about that one?”  Anya asked Tatiana, indicating the stripped and bound Jennifer, who had rolled onto her side to watch us.  “How do we keep her from trying to leave?”

Tatiana smiled evilly, “Give me one of those locks.  I have a great idea.”

Anya fished another lock out of her pocket and handed it over.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Just watch,” was all she said as she walked over to the struggling executive.

Jennifer gave her a quizzical grunt as the blonde approached.  Tatiana knelt down and turned her prisoner back onto her belly again.  Then she opened the lock up and hooked the chain of Jennifer’s ankle cuffs with it.

“All right, office bitch, let’s see how flexible you are.”

Tatiana pulled up Jennifer’s legs with one hand and pulled back Jennifer’s wrists with the other.  She joined her prisoner’s wrists and ankles together and then closed the lock around both cuff chains.  Jennifer groaned and struggled mightily, but it was no use.  She was left in a rather strict hogtie that was impossible to get out of without a key.  Tatiana pinched her captive’s naked buttocks which elicited a yelp of pain from the woman.

“There.  I don’t think we’ll need to worry about this one wondering around during the night.”

The two Russian women stood up then, to survey their work.  Rachel and Sara were handcuffed, gagged, and locked together at the ankles.  Jennifer was gagged and hogtied, and Cindy and I were also gagged, handcuffed, and locked together at the ankles.  None of us would be going anywhere without help.

“What do you think?” Tatiana asked her partner.

“Anya likes what she sees.  What do you say Ivan?

“Ivan?” she repeated.

“Huh?  Oh, yes, I like what I see too.  You girls did a fine job.  Mind if I stay and guard them for a while, just to make sure they don’t try something?” he said, without taking his eyes off of us.

Tatiana came over and grabbed him by the arm.

“Come on, buster, let’s go.  You know they don’t need any guarding.”

“What if I promise not to touch them?”

Tatiana laughed.  “Yeah right, like I believe that.  Who do you think you’re fooling?”

She practically had to drag him away as the three of them left the room.  We were all alone now and nearly naked.  I felt scared and looked to Cindy for help.  I tried to ask her what she thought would happen.

“Wugg goo uuh phin wimm hammmphhemm mahmmarmmoh?”

Her eyes were shining with brightness and hope.

“Dohm wahmmee, weph me phime.  Ahmm ggomma mohmemm uuh.”

I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say but, just the fact that she was with me, made me feel better.  Cindy was so brave and strong.  Then the lights went out and we were left in the dark.  I heard their voices out in the main room for a while, but eventually they all retired to their rooms.

It was quiet now except for the rustle of cuffs and grunting coming from Jennifer.  The executive’s struggling grew louder and louder.  I couldn’t see what she was doing but it sounded like she was trying to flip over.  She paused for a moment to catch her breath and then started up again with renewed vigor.  Finally I heard a flop and a relieved gasp of breath as she rolled onto her side.  I felt sorry for the poor woman, as she would probably have trouble falling asleep while bound at the knees and hogtied.  Actually, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to sleep either.  Being tied up and away from home was very frightening.

Now that everything was quiet, I reflected on the day’s events.  I had been terrorized at gun point and abducted from my friend’s home.  I had been tied up, stripped nearly naked, and fondled.  The terrorists had forced me to help them while threatening my friends and husband.  And now I was left to await my fate at the hands of the evil Tatiana tomorrow.  I shuddered at the thought of what she might do.  I had already seen her strip and spank Jennifer, and molest Cindy with her hands.  I could still remember the panting and the moaning from my friend as Tatiana’s fingers ravished her body.  I remembered, quite vividly, the look on Cindy’s face as she pleaded to me with her eyes and how helpless she was to control her own body.

What if Tatiana did those things to me? I thought.  I wouldn’t be able to stop her.

She could touch me…

And fondle me…

And force me to...

I shuddered to finish the thought.  And yet, I could also sense a small part of me was feeling a little bit aroused by the thoughts of what might happen.  I remembered the whimpering and moaning of pleasure from Cindy, and how excited I became at the sight of it.  What was wrong with me?  Why did I react like that?  Cindy was another female and my dear friend.  I was happily married to Brian, so why was I feeling this way towards Cindy?

I thought about my friend now, only inches away from me.  I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the sound of her breathing.  It reminded me of our trip in the van when I was pressed against her bosom.  Visions of her naked breasts suddenly flooded my brain.  And then I noticed something else - a fragrant aroma that was faint yet very powerful.  The more I inhaled it the more aroused I felt.   It seemed to be originating from Cindy.  Her body had been stimulated almost to the point of orgasm, and it was still emanating her sexual arousal.  Cindy shifted her hips slightly and the aroma grew suddenly stronger.  Oh god, that smells so good, I thought.  I had never smelled anything so intoxicating before.  I wanted to reach out and touch her.  I needed to feel her arms around me.

I shivered.  I needed her warmth now too.  The summer air had cooled off long ago and I was still only wearing my panties.  Without a blanket, my body was starting to grow cold, especially my shoulders and chest.

“Ahm cohm,” I mumbled to Cindy, glad to have an excuse to wiggle closer to her.

I inched myself forward until our breasts touched.  My heart started pounding and I could feel the butterflies swirling inside of my belly, stronger than ever.  I pushed my hips out slightly, seeking her warm body.  I wanted Cindy to press herself against me but instead, she suddenly pulled away.  I felt dejected and afraid that I had offended her. 

“Waimm ma mimmumm,” she mumbled and scooched herself back.

Cindy brought her knees up, pulling mine along with them.  She was pushing me away now as she started wriggling in the dark.  How could I be so stupid? I thought.  She probably thinks I am a pervert or something.  But Cindy was up to something, as she was twisting around a lot with her body.  I couldn’t see what she was doing.  Her head came forward as she bent her body in half, bringing her knees up to her chin.  Her hair brushed against my breasts momentarily as she brought her hands down to her feet.  She lifted up her ankles and encouraged me to do the same.  Then I felt her hands sliding under and behind my feet.

“Limm umm,” she urged.

I lifted my legs and then my hip off of the mattress so she could slide her right arm underneath my legs.  I felt her cuffed hands slide up the back of my thighs as we both straightened our legs again.  When Cindy’s hands brushed across the back of my panties I mumbled excitedly.  She put her arms around me and gave me a hug.

“Mmmmmmmm,” we moaned in unison as we snuggled together.

She squeezed me tightly, our breasts, thighs and panties pressing together.  I felt so safe and warm with her holding me against her body.  I sighed and nuzzled against her neck and cheek, breathing in more of her sweet aroma.  My nipples were poking into hers, but I didn’t care.  I was so intoxicated with arousal that I temporarily forgot that I was being held against my will.

I almost forgot my husband too.  Suddenly I felt guilty that I was enjoying this moment with another partner.  I was ashamed at myself for betraying Brian, but I needed comfort right now and Cindy was providing that.  Cindy pressed her gagged lips against my cheek as a kiss.  She placed her hands on the back of my panties and gently squeezed my buttocks.  I murmured approval and wiggled my bottom for more.  She gave me a playful spank and then hugged me tightly again.  I softly moaned into my friend’s ear as I smiled contentedly behind my gag.  I told myself that I could deal with my feelings for Brian later, after we got out of this mess.  Cindy was making me feel secure right now and I didn’t see anything wrong with that.  She held me in her arms and stroked my hair until I drifted off to sleep.

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I was abruptly awakened by a high pitched, muffled squeal.  I lifted my head from Cindy’s shoulder to try and see what was going on.  It was the middle of the night but my eyes were still able to make out the form of a dark figure crouching beside Jennifer.  The intruder’s hands were on the bound woman’s body.  One hand was on her crotch while the other was covering her mouth.

“Shhhhh….” The unknown person hissed.

It sounded like a male’s voice.  The figure was determined to keep Jennifer quiet as his other hand went back to enjoying her flesh.  The bound executive squirmed and thrashed violently as she struggled with her assailant.  The other girls soon awoke and Cindy lifted her head in alarm.

“Whhmmphh gohmmim omm?” she mumbled.

A light went on out in the hallway somewhere.  The intruder suddenly stood up and bolted for the exit.  As the figure ran past me I got a brief glimpse of his face.  It was Ivan.  He ran out into the hallway where I heard Tatiana’s sleepy voice confront him.

“Ivan? What are…?”

“TATIANA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Ivan interrupted her with a shout, loud enough to wake the entire cabin.

“Me?”  Tatiana sounded confused.

More lights came on and I heard footfalls of people climbing out of bed.

“Couldn’t wait until tomorrow could you?” Ivan asked very loudly.  “It’s a good thing I caught you before something happened.”

Tatiana responded, “What are you talking about?  You’re the one who mmmmph…”

I heard a scuffle break out between the two.

“Hold still woman.  You’re in a lot of trouble now.”

It sounded like Ivan had the upper hand.

“What is going on out here?” Sergei joined in.  “Ivan, let her go.  Will somebody please explain to me why I’ve been disturbed in the middle of the night?”

Ivan spoke first, “I heard a noise and came out to find Tatiana playing with the prisoners.”

“That’s a lie!  It was him!” Tatiana screamed.

The two of them began arguing in Russian until Sergei brought it to a halt.  He sounded angry as he reprimanded the two of them.  He gave Tatiana a long lecture before sending them all back to bed.  The entire event seemed rather odd.  What was all that about?  I thought.  I shrugged and curled up with Cindy again and went back to sleep.

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The next morning we were all awakened by the sound of voices.  The terrorists had arisen and were gathering out in the main room.  Cindy and I quickly separated from each other before we were discovered.  I lifted up and allowed her to slide her hands back down under my legs and return them to being behind her back.  I lay there quietly with my head down.  I was too ashamed to look Cindy in the eye as I was still feeling embarrassed about snuggling up with her last night.  I hope she thinks I only did it because I was cold, I thought.  After a few minutes, I finally found the courage to look up at her, only to discover that she was staring at my tits.  How long has she been looking at them?  I wondered.  Was the sight of my breasts turning her on?  My nipples started to harden just thinking about it.  Damn it, not now.  I tried to think about something else, but it was too late.  Cindy had already noticed my arousal and looked up at me.  Our eyes met and we both blushed this time.

A few moments later Nikolai, Boris, and Igor entered the room.  The three men unlocked our ankles from each other and, one by one, carried us to the rest room, where Anya waited to help us.  After we were done there, the men carried us out to the main room.  They set us down on the rug in the middle of the seating area and forced us to sit up.  Tatiana came over to greet the five of us.

“Good morning ladies.  I hope you’re nice and rested now.  We have a busy day planned for you.”

She made no mention of the encounter last night between her and Ivan.  I looked around for the tall man and saw him over in the kitchen area, helping Anya with breakfast.

Tatiana continued, “Since Brian and Steve have been moved, we had to change our plans a bit.  The men will be leaving after breakfast to pick up something we need.  They won’t be gone very long, but we still should have enough time to have some fun.  So just sit tight for now and stay out of trouble.”

She bent down and gave my left nipple a little pinch between her fingers.

“I have a special plan for you my dear,” she said, just before leaving.

Cindy and I looked at each other apprehensively as I worried about what might happen.  The five of us sat their, cuffed at the ankles and wrists, and cleave gagged with knotted cloths.  Rachel and Sara were wearing their bras and panties.  Cindy and I wore only our panties, and Jennifer was naked except for her garter belt, thigh high pantyhose, and five inch heels.  Well, actually, Jennifer still had her bra too but it was currently stuffed into her mouth.  Jennifer was no longer locked in a hogtie, but she was still bound at the knees with rope.

It was pointless to struggle against the steel cuffs or move around, especially with the terrorists nearby, so we just waited patiently while they finished their breakfast.  Then Sergei brought out the laptops and gathered his men around the table.  He seemed to be going over some kind of plan.  I couldn’t see the screens from where I sat, nor could I understand Russian, so I had no idea what was going on.  After the discussion, the men went about the cabin gathering up all their equipment and carrying the bags out to the vehicles.  I noticed Aleksei putting his automatic rifle into one of the larger ones.

Tatiana spoke briefly to Anya and Igor while pointing in our general direction.  Igor left for a moment before returning with some rope.  The big man bent down and picked up Sara.  He carried her over to the wall on the right side of the cabin where Jennifer had stood the day before.  He removed her hand cuffs and used the rope to tie her wrists together in front of her.  Then he pulled a chair over while gazing up at the ceiling.  I looked up, and saw beams running parallel to the wall from one end of the room to the other.  Igor stood up on the chair and grabbed Sara’s wrists with one hand and a long piece of rope with the other.  Sara stared at him and whimpered fearfully.

“Don’t worry honey,” Tatiana said to her.  “This is just to keep you from getting into trouble.”

Igor tied the long rope to her wrists and then proceeded to toss the other end of it over the nearest beam.  Then he pulled it down and began hoisting Sara’s wrists up above her head.  Tatiana made sure that Sara’s arms went behind her head when they were pulled straight.   Sara was now stretched out and standing on her tip toes.  Igor tied the rope off to the beam, far out of reach of Sara’s hands.  Then he got down and walked over to Rachel.

“Mmmphh hmmmph!” she whimpered loudly.

Rachel was terrified as she was scooped up, carried over, and forced to stand next to Sara.  Igor and Tatiana removed her hand cuffs and tied her the same way as Sara, hoisting the young girl’s arms up until she was standing tip toed along side of Sara.  As Igor went to grab Jennifer, Anya used more rope to tie Sara’s thighs together, just above her knees.  Then she tied Rachel’s legs together as well, while Tatiana and Igor strung Jennifer up.

Cindy and I looked at each other with fear, knowing that we were next.  The rest of the men were leaving now and in a few moments we would be completely at the mercy of this terrifying woman.  I watched Igor finish securing Jennifer and then he came over and grabbed Cindy.  My heart sank as I watched my dear friend torn away from me.  I was nearly hysterical as they pulled her arms up over her head, stretching out her body.  Her beautiful tits thrust out provocatively as she hung there by her wrists.  Then they tied her legs together at the knees, just like the others.  Cindy looked at me with her green eyes and I started to cry when I saw her fear.  Oh Cindy, I cried to myself.

Sergei came over and spoke with Anya and Tatiana while Igor left to gather up his bag and join the other men outside.  Sergei spoke in Russian as he gave the two women one last set of instructions.  They looked at their watches, Tatiana nodded, and then he left with the rest of the men.  I heard multiple vehicle doors closing and then drive away.  Tatiana and Anya turned to me, smiling triumphantly, as I quaked with fear.

“Now my darling little helper,” Tatiana said to me with evil coolness.  “I need you to do something for me.”

The two of them dragged me over to lie in front of my friends.  Tatiana forced me to stand up on my knees while Anya fetched some more rope.

“Ladies…” Tatiana addressed my friends in a loud voice.  “I want to thank you all for coming today.  It will be a pleasure to serve you,” she chuckled, amused at her own little pun.

She continued, “You will notice that one of you is not wearing her panties.”  I couldn’t help but take a glance at Jennifer’s exposed pussy as she blushed slightly with embarrassment.  “This problem will be rectified, I assure you.  Anya, please prepare our assistant.”

Assistant?  I was worried now as I looked at my bound friends who trembled in front of me.  Anya approached me with the rope and grabbed my cuffs behind me.  I felt her tying the rope to the chain links on my wrists first and then on my ankles.  When she finished, my cuffed ankles and wrists were now connected together by a twelve inch piece of rope.  I looked up, nervously, at Tatiana as she spoke again with great mirth.

“My beautiful assistant, Samantha, will now demonstrate her skill and training by taking down your panties… using only her mouth!”

There was an immediate muffled chorus of alarm from the girls hanging before me.

“Hummm ummph,” I shook my head violently, giving Tatiana and emphatic “No”.

The evil blonde grinned with glee.  “And as an added challenge…” she paused for effect, holding a finger to her lips as if in thought.

Anya looked at her comrade quizzically as Tatiana strolled over to that, oh so familiar, duffel bag.

“…she’ll be wearing this special gag.”

Tatiana reached in and pulled out a strange looking object.  At first I thought it was another ball gag.  But instead of a ball, this one had a rubber coated metal ring in the center, about an inch and a half in diameter.

“This gag will make sure our beautiful assistant doesn’t cheat by using her teeth.”

I gulped as the butterflies started again.  Anya reached over and untied my gag.  She pulled out the soaked cloth and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  I grunted at her indignantly as she gave me a wink.  Then Tatiana brought the ring gag around in front of my face.  I took one look at it and clamped my mouth shut.  There was no way I was going to let them put that in my mouth.

“Open up dear,” Tatiana commanded from behind me.

“Mmmm ummm,” I shook my head.

“OPEN UP!” she shouted.

I refused.

“Oh, so you want to play tough girl now?” Tatiana sneered.  “Well let’s see how tough you are when we use these on your friends.”

I watched as she retrieved a handful of nipple clamps from that dreadful bag.  Cindy and the other girls began mewling and squirming at the sight of them.  I immediately regretted my decision to resist.

“Wait,” I said.  “I’ll let you gag me, just leave my friends alone.”

“Oh, changing your tune are you?  Well, maybe I should do it anyway, because you obviously need to be reminded of who is in charge here.”

She pulled out her knife and walked over to Rachel and Sara.  She sliced away their bras as the two women squealed with terror.

“Stop, please!” I begged.

Tatiana looked at me as I started to cry.

“Please, don’t hurt them.  I’ll do whatever you want.  Please!” I pleaded with her.

Tatiana leaned over and set the clamps down on the table behind me.  Then she squatted down in front of me and cupped my chin in her hands.  She gently wiped away the tears and smiled as she looked in my eyes.

“You are so precious.  You WILL do whatever I ask, won’t you?”

I slowly nodded.

“Good girl.”

She pulled my chin forward and pressed her lips against mine.  She kissed me deeply as I held back the urge to resist her.  I even allowed her to stick her tongue in my mouth despite how disgusted I felt.  She broke it off and held up the ring gag again.  I slowly parted my lips as she slipped the ring behind my teeth.  The ring was rather large so I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to allow it to fit properly.  Tatiana went around behind me and buckled it tight.  I tried to talk and found the sounds I made embarrassing.

“Agghh oggg ggahg.”

“How does that feel, honey?” Tatiana asked.

“Guuh geeg gergg,” I slobbered.

“It looks like a good fit.  Stick out your tongue.”

I pushed my tongue through the ring causing some drool to form on my lips.

“Perfect!  Now let’s get started before we run out of time.”

She stood up and waved a hand at my friends.

“Now dear, which one of these lovely ladies would you like to do first?”

I looked at her with trepidation and then turned my gaze to Cindy, Rachel, and Sara.  The three of them were eyeing me apprehensively.  Rachel was shaking her head at me and Sara was grunting and cringing.  Cindy, however, was watching me closely, showing no reaction at all.  I glanced briefly at her pink satin panties and swallowed nervously.  Cindy gave me a slight nod as my nerves started to jitter.  I looked at Tatiana and tilted my head towards Cindy.

“I thought you might pick her,” Tatiana said.  “Well, I’m sure you’re eager to get started, so go right ahead.”

I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but a part of me DID want to begin with Cindy.  Even still, the thought of putting my face in her panties was making me very anxious.

I walked on my knees over towards Cindy and looked up at her face one last time.  She saw me hesitating and nodded again for me to go ahead.

“Wait a minute,” Anya interrupted.  “Can Anya do it too?”

Tatiana frowned at her, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.  We don’t have that much time to fool around.  This is supposed to be my turn with them, remember?”

Anya pouted, “Aw, but Anya wanted to make it a game and race her.”

Tatiana pondered that thought for a moment.  Then her face suddenly broke into that evil grin of hers as she conjured up another one of her twisted ideas.

“Alright, if you want to make it a race then it needs to be fair.  You’ll have to be tied up just like her.”

Anya seemed unsure about that and hesitated.

“Well?” Tatiana asked, seeming very eager to tie her comrade up.

Anya took one more look at the bound prisoners, topless and trembling, and suddenly made up her mind.

“OK, Anya agrees.”

“Good,” Tatiana smiled.  “But I don’t think we have any more hand cuffs left so I’ll have to use rope instead.”

She went over to the duffel bag and pulled out a bundle of white cotton cord.  Anya placed her hands behind her back and allowed Tatiana to bind her wrists together.  Then Tatiana went over to the bag again and pulled out another ring gag.

“We can’t have you cheating either, so you’ll have to be gagged too.”

Anya complained, “That’s not part of the agreement!  Anya refuses to wear that!”

“On the contrary, you agreed to make this fair.  So, if she is gagged then you have to be also.  Now open up dear.”

Anya wasn’t the least bit happy about it but opened her mouth anyway.  Tatiana pushed the ring gag in and buckled it securely behind her friend’s neck.

“Oh, and one more thing…” Tatiana snickered as she picked up her knife. “You need to be stripped too… down to your panties!”

The red head immediately began fussing and struggling to get loose.  Tatiana grabbed her helpless friend’s shirt with one hand and slashed at it with her blade.  She ripped and tore it off her body leaving Anya completely naked from the waist up.  The red haired woman tried to make a run for it, but was easily tackled by the stronger woman.  Tatiana flipped her onto her back and sat down on her legs, holding her to the ground.  Then she set her knife down and began unbuttoning Anya’s pants.  The pinned girl struggled at first but eventually gave in as she was hopelessly at her comrade’s mercy.  Tatiana slowly pulled Anya’s pants down, revealing her black nylon panties.  Then she tossed the pants aside and began tying Anya’s ankles together with more rope.  She rolled the younger girl onto her stomach and pulled her ankles up to her wrists and connected them together by a short rope.  Then Tatiana helped Anya up to her knees.

“There we go.  Now everything is completely fair,” Tatiana said as she stood up.

She waved her hand at Rachel and Sara, “OK dear, which one would you like?”

Anya was furious about being tied up and stripped, and glared at her angrily.

“Come, come, we don’t have much time.  If you want to have some fun, then you need to be more cooperative, remember?”

Anya gave her an indignant grunt before slowly scooting over to kneel before Sara.  The dark haired woman whimpered anxiously and tried to pull back.  Anya turned to look at Tatiana.

“Very good, now we can get to the good part, if you know what I mean,” she cackled.

She touched me on the shoulder.

“Are you ready darling?” she whispered in my ear.

I swallowed again and looked at Cindy’s trembling pelvis.  I could already smell her pussy starting to moisten underneath the thin material.  Oh god, I don’t think I can do this.  I turned to Tatiana and shook my head.

“Relax, dear.  I’m sure the two of you have seen each other naked before.  Don’t be shy.  Who knows, you might even enjoy it.”

Then she stood up and spoke louder to address all of us.

“OK here’s the deal.  The winner will be the first one to pull her partner’s panties down all the way to her knees.  The loser will then get to spend the rest of the morning alone with me.”

I was horrified.  I glanced over at Anya and saw her smiling confidently at me behind her gag.  She pushed out her tongue and wiggled it all around, licking her ring gag with it as if she were warming up.  I could tell she was thinking this would be an easy victory for her.

“On your mark…

“Get set…

“GO!”

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