Bound Together in Friendship

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.