Bound Together in Friendship

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CHAPTER 4

 

Sergei marched over and dragged me to the closet.

 

“Come here and find something to wear.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“OK,” I said.  “I’ll be quiet.”

 

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

 

“See something you like, honey?”

 

I blushed and quickly turned away.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“I think it looks OK.”

 

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

 

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

 

“What do you need me to do?”

 

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

 

“What happens when I meet with Brian?”

 

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

 

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

 

She grabbed my chin and screamed in my face.

 

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

 

I started to cry again.

 

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

 

I slowly nodded as the tears rolled down my face.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Uhhhh…” I gasped with discomfort.

 

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

 

“Keep your eyes forward at all times!”

 

I did as I was told.

 

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

 

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

 

Tatiana nodded.  Then he looked directly at me.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“May I see your identification, ladies?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Why are you here Miss Young?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I stepped through and immediately a buzzer sounded.

 

“Hold it!”

 

The guard stepped towards me and eyed me closely.

 

“Step around and come back through again.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

We took our belongings and put our shoes back on.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Great, now he’s hitting on me.

 

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

 

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

 

He saw my confused look and decided to explain.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Tatiana turned to me and nodded for me to respond.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Hold that thought,” Miss Turner interrupted.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Roger……

 

“Roger……

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Then she spoke into the phone.

 

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

 

There was another long pause.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Then she turned her attention back to us.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

She picked up her phone and dialed.

 

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

 

She hung up and shook her head at me.

 

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

 

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

 

“What?” I cried.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Tatiana spun around and pushed me away.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“That’s not her.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Fuck you!” Jennifer spat.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Oww, that hurts!” she started complaining.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Jennifer stopped kicking but still resisted verbally.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Open up bitch!”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

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

 

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

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh……mmmmmmmmppphhh”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Jennifer grunted and turned away from her.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Doesn’t it?” she repeated louder.

 

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

 

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

 

“No,” I said and shook my head.

 

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

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

There were several rings bolted to the wall, about waist high, that I hadn’t noticed before.  He found a padlock nearby and used it to lock the chain of my handcuffs to one of the rings.  Then he retrieved the duffel bag and pulled out a ball gag.  Damn it, not again, I thought.  Sure enough, he brought the annoying ball of rubber over to me and held it up.  I frowned and reluctantly opened my mouth.  The ball was pushed in, forcing my mouth to open even wider.  I gurgled with a bit of surprise, forgetting how large and hard it felt in my mouth, as it passed my teeth.  He buckled the straps tightly and then left to join the others.  I mouthed and struggled with the rubber as it took me a moment to get used to it again.  Then I glanced over my shoulder and confirmed what I feared.  My wrists were now securely locked to the wall behind me and I would not be able to get free without a key.

 

Tatiana approached with a knife.  I whimpered in fear, not from getting slashed, but because I knew what the real purpose of the knife was going to be.

 

“Oh come on, honey.  Did you really think I was going to let you keep your clothes?”

 

A few moments later, my blouse and skirt lie on the floor in shreds.  I was left standing there in my underwear, the lingerie that belonged to Cindy, ivory colored, French, silk panties with lace, and a matching bra that was one cup size too small for me.  My DD sized breasts bulged over the top of it provocatively and my nipples protruded from beneath the thin material.  I squirmed with embarrassment as the woman eyed me lustfully and looked down at the front of my panties.  The crotch rope I still wore was splitting my sex underneath them, and a wet spot had been forming there all day.  Tatiana looked into my eyes and smiled as her hand touched the rope.  She tugged on it gently and I whimpered softly.

 

“I think you really enjoy being tied up, don’t you?” she grinned.

 

I grunted and shook my head, no.

 

“Oh?   Then why are your panties so wet?”

 

I blushed slightly and looked down in shame.

 

She lifted my chin back up with her hand.  “You have been a good girl today, Samantha.  I think you deserve a reward.  Would you like that?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer, nor did I want to.  I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see her smirking face, but I could still feel her breath as her mouth drew closer.  I turned my head sideways and whimpered helplessly as she kissed me on the cheek.  Then I felt her hands on my body.  One hand started rubbing my panties and the other was on my bra, kneading my tits through the silk.  My breathing and heart rate accelerated and a moan escaped my gagged mouth before I could hold it back.

 

“I have something ‘fun’ in mind for you later.  But for now I’ll give you some freedom by taking this off.”

 

She reached behind my back and cut the crotch rope with her knife.  She slowly pulled the loose rope out from the front, allowing it to slide through my cunt on the way.  I shuddered as it passed over my clit.  Then she cut the loop around my waist and let it drop to the floor.  I breathed out a sigh of relief as I was finally free of that annoying rope, and opened my eyes.  There was a red line left behind on my skin around my belly and one going down into my panties.

 

Tatiana held my chin and kissed the ball between my teeth.  Then she opened her mouth wide so that her lips could go around the ball and touch my own.  She sucked on the rubber while kissing me at the same time.  Her hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly to keep me from pulling away.  She kissed me deeply, using the ball from the gag like a tongue that passed back and forth between our mouths.  Her body pressed against me and I felt her breasts touching my own.  Then she pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air.

 

“I’ll be back in a bit, darling.  Don’t go away.”

 

She turned her back and walked away while a line of drool dribbled down my chest.

 

Aleksei entered, and carried Jennifer over to the wall opposite me.  I saw that additional rings were bolted to that wall as well.  The big man stood Jennifer up against one of them.  Tatiana came over with a pair of hand cuffs and locked them to Jennifer’s wrists and then padlocked her to the wall ring like they had done to me.  Then she pulled out her knife and cut the ropes from the businesswoman’s wrists and arms.  She cut and tore the remains of Jennifer’s blouse off of her too, and did the same to the woman’s dangling bra.  Jennifer mumbled insults at her through the tape but it was to no avail.  Tatiana left the woman completely naked from the waist up.

 

“That’s a marvelous set of knockers you have there.  Do you mind if I enjoy them for a while?”

 

She mocked the gagged woman. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t talk can you?  That pretty tape gag over your mouth means you can’t say no, doesn’t it?  I’ll just help myself then,” she said as she began massaging the bound woman’s breasts.

 

She took one in each hand and slowly rubbed them until the nipples hardened.  Then she leaned forward and kissed and suckled on the soft orbs.  She nibbled at the tiny buds and licked them with her tongue.  Jennifer grunted and squealed as she tried to pull away.  I heard the clank of metal as her cuffed hands jerked against the ring behind her.  She tossed her head back, squirming and moaning, as her bare breasts were licked and teased by Tatiana’s eager tongue.  The Russian blonde rose up and plastered a big kiss on her captive’s taped lips.  Then she took a step back.

 

“Stay right here sweetie, OK?” she said as she pinched one of Jennifer’s nipples.

 

“NNNNNNN!!” Jennifer complained.

 

“I’ll be back to play with you later.  I need to go eat my dinner first,” she said, as she left to take a seat at the table.

 

Jennifer and I stared at each other for a moment, she, topless, tape gagged, and bound at knees and ankles, and I ball gagged and bound in lingerie.  She was glaring angrily at me for some reason.  I couldn’t figure out why - Maybe she was still upset about the events of the ride here, or the fact that my breasts were covered and hers were not.  Or maybe the woman was just mad all the time.  I don’t know, but she could at least be happy that her gag didn’t make her drool, I thought.  I sighed and waited helplessly for whatever was next.

 

Our captors ate their meal without giving us a second thought.  After they finished, they removed their dirty plates and brought out new ones - four to be exact.  Then Igor, Boris, and Tatiana each picked up a knife and headed down the hallway to where I had last seen the others.  A few minutes later I heard scuffling footsteps approaching.  My heart leapt with joy when I saw Rachel, Sara, and Cindy emerge.  They were alive and well!  They were no longer gagged, and Cindy smiled when she saw that I had returned safely.  Their hands were now cuffed in front of them and they shuffled forward in a line on feet that were no longer bound.  The three of them were herded over to the table and told to sit down.  Then Tatiana approached me with some keys.  She unlocked me from the wall and then removed my hand cuffs and gag.

 

“It’s time to eat,” she said.  “Put your hands out in front.”

 

I did so, and my wrists were immediately re-cuffed.  Tatiana then dragged me over to an open spot at the table and forced me to sit down next to Cindy.  Anya went around next and put food on our plates and poured water into our cups.

 

“Thanks,” I said only to be rewarded with a slap on my back.

 

“Shut up!” Tatiana ordered.  “You have exactly ten minutes, so I advise you to spend the time eating and not talking.”

 

The four of us wasted no time and immediately started to eat.  We were so famished that we stuffed the food in as fast as we could.  We had to use our hands though, as they gave us no utensils.  Igor and Tatiana stood nearby to watch over us and make sure we didn’t attempt an escape.

 

Cindy leaned towards me and whispered between mouthfuls, “Are you OK?”

 

“Yes,” I whispered, taking another bite.  “You?”

 

Cindy nodded. “We’re fine,” she said as she glanced nervously at Igor, who was watching us like a hawk.  “We better talk later.”

 

We went back to eating in silence.  I looked over to Jennifer and noticed she was watching us closely.  The Russians had left her locked to the wall, so apparently they had no plans to allow her to join us.  Poor girl, I thought, she probably envies us, and the look in her eyes told me I was probably right.

 

After we finished, they made us clean up all the dirty dishes.  They treated us like slaves, but I didn’t see how resisting would help.  We were getting a little more freedom to walk around now, so I wasn’t about to complain.  They made sure to gag us first and gave us all the same ball gags we wore the first time we had arrived here.

 

It was now very late, and I was still nervous about the ‘fun’ Tatiana was planning.  I saw her pull Sergei aside and hold a private conversation with him, away from the others.  I assumed they were talking about us because the two of them kept looking our way.  The moment their little talk ended, she came over.

 

“OK ladies, you all did a fine job.  I shall be taking you, one by one, to visit the ladies room.  After that we have a little show planned.”

 

A show? I thought.  I wondered what she had in mind.

 

Tatiana and Igor came over and un-cuffed our wrists, but only so they could re-cuff them behind our backs.  Then Tatiana escorted us one at a time to the restroom.  She entered the tiny room with us and ‘helped’ us take down and then pull up our clothes as needed.  Then, as we were brought out, Igor took us over to stand opposite of Jennifer, and locked our wrists to the rings in the wall.  He squatted down and tied my ankles together with rope, and then did the same to the other girls.  The four of us were all lined up across from the topless executive.  Anya and all the men, except for Igor, took a seat on the couches.  Igor joined Tatiana in the center of the room, near the oak table.  The two of them whispered to one another for a moment.  Then Tatiana approached us and pulled out her knife again.  She addressed the audience on the sofas as if she were an announcer.

 

“Before we get started with our evening of activities, we need to make sure our main attractions, is…well…attractive.”

 

She went over to Rachel, the first in line, and grabbed the top of her maid’s uniform.  She proceeded to rip the front of it wide open.  Rachel squealed in dismay as her curvaceous figure was now boldly displayed.  Tatiana used her knife to cut the uniform off, leaving the young, blonde-haired girl with just her white cotton panties and bra.  Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but they stood out attractively in contrast to her slim, tanned body.

 

Sara was the next in line, and protested with loud grunting and squirming while Tatiana sliced her uniform away.  The lingerie she wore underneath was rather sexy for a woman in her 30s.  Her panties were a light blue, boy short style.  They were very skimpy in the rear, as the cheeks of her ass stuck out provocatively.  Her bra was white and frilly with ruffles all along the edges.  Tatiana nodded her approval.

 

“I love your choice in underwear, dear.  Did you pick it out just for me?”

 

She ran her finger along the ruffles, tickling her shapely captive.  Sara shivered from her touch and let out a soft whimper.  Tatiana’s finger then traced a slow line down her captive’s belly, from her bra to her panties, making Sara tremble nervously.  Tatiana slipped her hand inside the woman’s panties which caused a quick intake of breath and a soft moan.  The helpless girl mewled into her gag as the probing fingers worked their magic on her delicate body for a minute or two.  I watched as Sara’s abdomen shuddered uncontrollably while her captor fondled her sex.  Sara snorted through her nose and moaned loudly.  Then Tatiana pulled away, leaving the poor woman panting around her ball gag, and approached Cindy.

 

The green eyed beauty eyed her anxiously.  She shrank back as the Russian woman’s knife made contact with her top, between her tits.  The sharp blade slid underneath the material, and one hard pull, cut the laces that were holding the front of it together.  Cindy’s firm breasts sprang free as her top split open.  The remaining shoulder strap was cut too and the shredded fabric fell to the ground.  Tatiana reached for her prisoner’s shorts next and slowly pulled them down her thighs.  Then she used the knife to cut them off as well.  Cindy grunted angrily at being stripped down to her pink satin panties.  The men in the room immediately voiced their approval of the stunning beauty, now mostly naked before them.  Cindy’s face reddened from all the hoots and hollers but she held her head up proudly.

 

“Wow!” was all Tatiana could say at first, as she looked her captive up and down.  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever layed eyes on.”

 

She reached out her hand to pinch one of Cindy’s nipples, hard.  Cindy winced but didn’t cry out, holding her composure.  She met her captor, eye to eye, in defiance.

 

“Oh, you are a proud one aren’t you?  I bet you just love your body and what it does to the men…  so hot and sexy… making the men go crazy with desire.  You probably love to tease them too, don’t you?”

 

Cindy’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t answer.

 

“Oh come on, I know you’re type - running around in those slinky outfits with the short shorts, mini skirts, and low cut tops.  You can’t tell me I’m wrong.  If it isn’t true, then why weren’t you wearing a bra?”

 

Cindy’s face flushed at that remark.

 

“I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.  How would you like to be teased and turned on, and then ignored?  What would you do if a woman made love to you?  Hmm?”

 

Not waiting for an answer, the Russian woman stepped back and pulled her own shirt off.  Cindy’s eyes widened with surprise.  We were all shocked, as none of us had expected her to do that.  Tatiana proceeded to strip even further and removed her shoes and pants.  She stood there in just her white bra and panties, watching her four captives’ eyes as they wondered up and down over her athletic body.  She stepped closer to Cindy and reached out a hand to caress my friend’s cheek.  She ran her finger slowly along the gag strap, outlining the entire length of it, from her captive’s right cheek to the left cheek, and all around the ball between her lips.

 

“I just love how your lips caress that ball… the ball that fills your mouth… filling it so fully… so you can’t speak… or complain…  or resist…”

 

She reached under Cindy’s hair by her ear and stroked her neck.  Then she grabbed a handful of her captive’s light brown hair and pulled Cindy’s head back.  Tatiana leaned forward and softly kissed her on the throat.  Her tongue came out and licked her neck and along her cheek.  Cindy shivered when she reached her ear, almost giggling.  Tatiana nibbled at her ear and pushed her tongue inside it causing goose bumps to appear on the topless girl’s skin.  I heard the rattle of Cindy’s handcuffs as she tried unsuccessfully to twist away.

 

Tatiana’s hands were on Cindy’s slim waist now, holding her by the hips.  Tatiana slid her left hand behind the bound girl’s back and grabbed a fistful of the pink satin on her captive’s buttocks.  She pulled the bound girl against herself, causing their panties to rub against each other.  Then her right hand slowly worked its way up Cindy’s belly.  Tatiana brushed her fingertips over her captive’s navel and tickled her skin, searching even higher, up, up, until she found the firm mounds.  Cindy’s tits swelled as she took in a large breath.  The Russian blonde explored her captive’s chest, massaging the soft orbs with both hands, kneading and squeezing them.  I watched my friend bite into her gag, deeply, and close her eyes while groaning softly.  Tatiana fondled her prisoner’s breasts and continued to kiss Cindy’s face.

 

“You love to have your breasts touched,” she whispered.  “So full and soft…  so sexy…  it feels so good to have them touched… and held…  to be held by a woman.”

 

Her hands did exactly that, gently cupping the large orbs with her fingers.

 

“Your will to resist is melting… melting under my hot lips.  You want me to kiss you… and touch you… to touch your breasts…  and make them tingle… it arouses you… arouses your nipples… making them grow harder… and harder...  making them swell with desire… aching to be touched... you want me to touch them… to kiss them…”

 

Tatiana moved her mouth lower now, licking and kissing as she went.  Down Cindy’s neck and chest she traveled, until her lips were on her tits.  She licked all around and over them at first, moistening the entire surface.  Then I watched as the tip of her tongue slowly extended until it touched the tiny bud of Cindy’s nipple.  Cindy’s upper body jerked back violently, as if shocked by electricity.  Her breathing quickened as I watched my friend’s breasts rise and fall in rapid succession.  Tatiana slowly leaned her mouth in closer.  Cindy backed up against the wall, whimpering as she stared down at her own quivering nipple, unable to keep it away from the invading tongue that tickled at it once again.  Tatiana’s lips surrounded the stiff bud and pulled it into her mouth as she sucked on it.  Cindy’s shoulders started shaking and her belly convulsing as she was helpless to stop it.  The blonde woman sucked and licked on her breast, over and over, and did the same to the other one.  Then she stood up and wrapped her left arm around Cindy’s waist and pulled the helpless beauty closer again.  Cindy struggled to keep her poise as the woman pushed a thigh between her legs and whispered in her ear.

 

“I can feel your pussy on my thigh now… through your panties…   I can feel how warm and wet you are getting…  your panties are so wet… wet with anticipation…  you want me…  and need me… to touch you…”

 

Cindy glanced at me briefly and then closed her eyes.  I saw the look on her face and could tell she was having much difficulty in holding back her excitement.  I was too.  I could feel myself getting wet and tingly between my legs.

 

Tatiana’s right hand plunged down inside of Cindy’s panties and stroked her pussy.  Cindy inhaled sharply and fought back a moan, her hands pulling against the iron ring uselessly, and her thighs squirming.  She tried to pull away but the ropes and cuffs held her fast.  There was no way to prevent what was happening to her.  Tatiana’s fingers found their way to the bound woman’s clit and caressed it softly.  Cindy threw her head back, her breasts heaving as the fingers began to massage her most sensitive spot.  She clamped her teeth into the ball to keep from crying out.

 

“Oh yes… you are wet…  wet with desire…  you need my touch…  the desire is growing inside of you…  it feels so good...  your pussy feels so good right now…”

 

Tatiana placed her left hand on Cindy’s ass and pushed the bound girl forward, holding her against her right hand which was pressed into her cunt.  She continued rubbing on Cindy’s clitoris harder and harder while she whispered into her struggling captive’s ear.

 

“You can’t hold it back…  you feel it building up inside of you… you feel it in your pussy…  you can’t resist it any longer…  you need to let it out…  you want to cry out… cry out for me!!”

 

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!”

 

The sound didn’t come from Cindy… or Tatiana…   It was me.  I couldn’t contain myself and had accidentally let it out.  I was ashamed of myself and was glad to discover that no one else had heard my cry because they were all focusing on my friend.

 

Cindy was sweating now as she grimaced with the effort to hold herself back.  She was trying desperately not to give in to this woman.  But Tatiana’s fingers were relentless on her clit, rubbing and stroking it under her panties, stimulating it, and forcing the sexual energy inside to come out.   I could see Cindy’s pelvis convulsing and throbbing against the woman’s hand, faster and faster.  Cindy couldn’t hold it back any longer, she shuddered and snorted and cried out, all at once.

 

“Ohhh…  Ohhhhhhhhhh…  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

It started low and rose to a crescendo as Cindy was about to explode over the edge.  But Tatiana suddenly pulled her hand out and stepped back.

 

“Not so fast young lady!  I’m not letting you cum just yet.”

 

Cindy groaned loudly with disappointment, despite herself, and thrust her pelvis out for more attention.  She hadn’t reached an orgasm yet, and wanted one, and needed one.  She squeezed her thighs together, trying to rub herself but it was no use.  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she panted and her loins trembled. The perspiration rolled down her face and chest as Tatiana smiled at her cruelly.

 

“My, you really got excited there didn’t you honey?”

 

Cindy looked up at her tormentor, groaning in anguish.  I watched my friend closely, as she slobbered around the ball gag, gasping and moaning.  She looked at me through strands of sweat soaked hair.  Her green eyes were pleading for release as the escaping climax slowly began to fade.

 

Tatiana chortled, “I think you almost enjoyed that as much as I did…  Well, it’s time to move on to the next event.”

 

She spun around and headed for Jennifer.

 

She signaled Igor to join her, and the two of them unlocked Jennifer from the wall.  Igor held the topless women’s arms firmly while Tatiana removed the hand cuffs from her wrists.  Keeping the woman’s arms behind her back, Tatiana bent them at the elbow and brought each wrist up to the opposite elbow.  She used some rope to tie them in that position and hold her arms folded behind her back.  Then she took her knife and cut the ropes around the woman’s ankles, but left her knees tied together.  Igor brought over a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around Jennifer’s arms and upper body.  He passed it around and under her breasts two times and then looped it around and above her breasts twice before tying it off.  The effect squeezed her tits from the top and bottom causing them to bulge forward a bit.  Then Tatiana used a smaller piece of rope and cinched the loops together between her breasts.  This squeezed Jennifer’s tits even more and elicited a groan of complaint from the sexy captive.

 

“There we go, that looks much better,” Tatiana said, satisfied with the effect.  “OK honey, now it’s time to make you talk.”

 

Igor stood behind the woman and held her by the shoulders, tilting her back.  Jennifer’s bound breasts were thrust outward.  Tatiana reached out with her hand and pinched and held onto one of the nipples.

 

“Mmmmmmm!!”  Jennifer moaned.

 

“I’m going to remove your gag now and you’re going to tell us where Brian and Steve’s team were transferred to.  I want to know which facility they’re at, and the address, and how long they plan to stay there.”

 

She grabbed an edge of the tape around Jennifer’s face and pulled it up just enough so she could slide her knife underneath and cut it.  Then she ripped it off rudely.

 

“Owmmmmm!!” Jennifer wailed.  She spit the soaked cloth out from her mouth.  “Fuck you!  I’m not telling you anything.”

 

“Oh, so you want me to get rough do you?” Tatiana asked.

 

“I don’t care what you do to me, bitch, it won’t make me talk.  You can kiss my ass for all I care!”

 

“Oh is that so?  Well, I just might take you up on that offer.  But first, I think naughty bitches, who don’t listen, need to be spanked.”

 

“You wouldn’t dare!  I’m a grown woman, an executive with a government firm.  You can’t spank me.”

 

“I can and I will.  Igor, remove her skirt please.”

 

Jennifer seemed worried all of a sudden as the bald-headed giant approached.

 

“Don’t you dare touch me.  You can’t do this to me.”

 

Igor reached around her waist and unfastened her mini skirt and let it drop to the floor.  The pretty executive whimpered softly and her face reddened.  Her shapely legs were long and sexy, covered with sheer white nylons that were held up by a garter belt that matched in color and style to her panties and the bra she had worn earlier.  The entire ensemble was made of light blue satin and lace and was very provocative.  I was surprised to see a woman of her position and demeanor wearing such a sexy outfit.  Tatiana eyed her newly stripped captive up and down, pausing as she focused on the woman’s panties.

 

“You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?  Wearing a thong under your work clothes, and over top of your garters no less.”

 

Jennifer’s face reddened deeply.

 

“Who were you wearing these for, hmm?  The men in the office? ”  Tatiana paused in thought for a moment.  “No, I think not.  I saw how disgusted you were by them.  You couldn’t wait to get out of there.  Where were you going in such a hurry?  To see a lover?  Another woman perhaps?”

 

Jennifer lowered her head, too embarrassed to look her captor in the eye.

 

“Aha, I thought so.  I saw how you stared at Samantha back in your office.  You’re attracted to large breasts aren’t you?  I might get more pleasure out of this than I thought,” Tatiana chuckled.

 

She walked over to the bound woman and grabbed the front of Jennifer’s panties.

 

“Follow me,” she said as she pulled Jennifer along by her thong.

 

Jennifer’s knees were still bound together so she had to kind of waddle after her.  The Russian blonde led her over to stand in front of the table.

 

“I’ll give you one more chance before we start.  Will you tell me where Brian and Steve are?”

 

“Go to hell!”

 

Tatiana nodded to Igor and he immediately pulled out two pieces of rope. He used them to attach each of Jennifer’s ankles to one of the table legs.  Her high heeled feet were now pulled awkwardly apart.  Since her knees were still bound, she was forced to squat slightly and stick her bottom out.  She had to lean against the table for balance.  Then he pulled out a longer piece of rope.  He grabbed the bound executive and tied one of the ends to the cinching rope between her breasts.

 

“What are you doing?  Leave me alone,” she complained.

 

Igor walked around to the far side of the table, holding on to the other end of the rope as he went.  Then he gathered up the slack and threatened to pull the sexy captive forward.

 

“Stop it!  You can’t do this to me.”  Jennifer complained.

 

“Are you going to tell me what I want?” Tatiana asked.

 

“No.”

 

“Then, Igor, you may proceed,” she said nonchalantly.

 

Igor pulled on the rope and forced Jennifer to bend forward.  He didn’t stop pulling until Jennifer’s bound breasts hit the table top.  Then he tied it off and came back around to this side so he could get a better view of the poor girl.

 

And what a sight it was!  Jennifer’s shapely bottom was now sticking up in the air, at the edge of the table.  Her trembling cheeks danced before my eyes, spilt by her thong down the middle, and framed on each side by the straps of her garters.  Tatiana couldn’t resist taking advantage of the girl’s helpless position and patted the woman’s behind.

 

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Jennifer cried.  “Or I’ll…  I’ll…”

 

“Or you’ll what?” Tatiana finished for her.  “Exactly what do you plan to do from that position?”

 

The executive sputtered to say something threatening.  “I’ll… I’ll… Just keep your fucking hands off of me!”

 

“I’ll do whatever I please with you, my dear, because you can’t do anything about it.”

 

Tatiana hooked a finger under each of Jennifer’s garters and pulled them back as far as the elastic would stretch, and then let go.  They stung the girl’s buttocks with a loud SNAP!

 

“Owwww!” wailed Jennifer.

 

“How do you feel now?...  Miss Jennifer Turner?” Tatiana asked, continuing to chastise her victim.  “Bent over the table with your ass thrusting out…  so vulnerable…  waiting to be spanked…”

 

“Please.  Don’t do it.  You can’t spank me.” Jennifer’s demands sounded more like begging now.

 

“Oh, you will be spanked.  There is no question about that.  The real question is - When will it begin?  I could leave you tied up like this for a while if I wanted to, and leave your ass sticking out so we can all enjoy the view.  Or maybe I’ll let some of the men come and enjoy it a little more intimately.  Would you like that instead?”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

Tatiana’s hands explored the bound girl’s bottom, rubbing and goosing it, causing her captive to squirm.  Then she brought her hand back and paused with it held in mid air.  Jennifer noticed the room had suddenly grown quiet, and turned her head back to see what was going on.  She was just in time to see Tatiana’s hand come down with a loud SMACK, right onto the middle of her bottom.  The sound rang loudly through the room and Jennifer gasped as her breath suddenly left her.  I saw her fingers and wrists flexing as she pulled against her bonds in an effort to get free.  Tatiana paused again, waiting for the woman to catch her breath.

 

SMACK!

 

The second blow was as loud as the first.  Again the oxygen left Jennifer’s lungs with a grunt of pain.  Tatiana didn’t wait this time and spanked her again with her bare hand.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Jennifer’s body went rigid and her feet pulled at the ropes uselessly.  Her head shot backward violently as she arched her back.

 

“Please, stop!” she cried.

 

Tatiana hesitated and then lowered her hand.  Jennifer was panting rapidly.

 

“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked her.

 

“No.”

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Jennifer’s ass was turning red as the blonde continued to spank it.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

Tatiana stopped and walked to the side of the table.  She grabbed Jennifer by the hair and lifted her head up.  I saw streaks of tears on the businesswoman’s face.

 

Tatiana snarled at her prisoner.  “I will only stop when you promise to tell me what I want to know.”

 

“You evil, fucking bitch!  I hate you!”  She shouted, and spat into Tatiana’s face.

 

Tatiana was livid.  She wiped the spittle away and marched over to the duffel bag.  She gave Igor a command in Russian while she dug through the bag for something.  Igor cut the rope holding Jennifer down and then untied it from between her breasts and let her stand up.  Tatiana finally found what she wanted and approached the resistant captive.

 

“I’ve wasted enough time being nice to you.  Now I’ll show you how serious I am.  These little boys will make you talk.”

 

She held up two strange looking metal clips that were attached to each other by a chain.  Jennifer’s expression instantly changed to concern.

 

“Wh-wh-what are those for?” she asked nervously.

 

“These are called nipple clamps, and this particular design is specially made to pinch even tighter whenever you pull on the chain.”

 

The Russian woman reached out her hand and hefted Jennifer’s right breast.  The nipple was already engorged from the ropes squeezing her tits.  Tatiana brought one of the clips towards the sensitive bud.  Jennifer yelped and would have pulled away but Igor came over and held her steady.  The clamp bit down onto her nipple.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!” Jennifer gasped with shock and pain.

 

Then Tatiana took the left breast and attached the second clamp to Jennifer’s other nipple.

 

“Gaaahhhhhh, ow that hurts!  Take them off!” Jennifer squealed.

 

“Oh come on, I think you’re over reacting.  I’ve worn these before and they don’t hurt that much… once you get used to them, that is,” she chuckled.

 

Jennifer whimpered and bit her lip.  She seemed unconvinced that this was something she would get used to.

 

“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked while tugging slightly on the connecting chain.

 

Jennifer didn’t answer.  She was too focused on trying to withstand the pain coursing through her tits.  Tatiana took her silence as a “no” and raised her hand.

 

SMACK!

 

Tatiana spanked her again as she stood there.  The sharp blow caused Jennifer’s tits to jiggle and the chain between the clamps to swing to and fro.  The burning sensation this caused was much stronger than Jennifer expected and she gasped loudly.

 

“Aaaaahhhhh!” 

 

SMACK!

 

“Owwwwww!”

 

SMACK!

 

“S-S-Stop!”

 

SMACK!

 

“Stop, stop!” Jennifer begged louder.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

“All right, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

 

SMACK!

 

“Stop, I’ll tell you what you want!” Jennifer wailed.

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

“Please!” Jennifer was crying now.

 

Tatiana didn’t seem to be listening as she continued to strike the defenseless girl’s bottom.  If anything, she was swinging harder now.

 

SMACK!

 

“Please,” Jennifer pleaded and sobbed.  “I said I would talk, please stop!”

 

SMACK!

 

SMACK!

 

It was Anya that finally put an end to it.

 

“Nyet, nyet!!” she yelled as she came from out of no where and grabbed Tatiana’s right hand, just as she was about to strike the weeping executive again.

 

The interruption set off a burst of rage in Tatiana, and she whirled around and went after the red head like a wild animal.

 

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed and threw a left hook at Anya.

 

The woman ducked the blow and grabbed Tatiana’s wrist and tried to wrestle her down. But Tatiana was much stronger.  She pulled her right hand free of the weaker girl’s grasp and used it to grab a fistful of her comrade’s long hair.  Tatiana pulled while at the same time tripping Anya with her foot.  Anya lost her balance and fell backward, flailing her arms wildly for something to grab onto.  She accidently caught Tatiana’s bra with her clawing fingers and used it to pull Tatiana to the ground with her.  The bra clasp broke on the way down causing Tatiana’s breasts to burst free.  Tatiana landed on top of the red head with her tits engulfing Anya’s face.  The weaker girl struggled for leverage but was quickly pinned down on her back.  Tatiana repositioned herself and sat down on Anya’s chest.  She straddled herself over her defeated foe with her panty covered crotch spread wide in front of the pinned girl’s face.

 

Anya’s arms were now caught underneath the blonde’s legs and she couldn’t defend herself.  Tatiana pulled her useless bra off and used it like a whip to strike Anya across the face.  She would have struck again but Sergei grabbed her wrist from behind and Igor took her other arm.  The two of them pulled her off the defenseless woman.  Anya crawled to her feet and rubbed at the welt on her cheek.  The four of them began shouting and arguing in Russian as Igor dragged Tatiana, kicking and screaming, over to the sofa.  The other men, who were sitting there, got up out of his way.  Igor tossed the furious woman onto the vacated sofa and held her down while she cursed at her leader.  Sergei came over to address his irate comrade.  They argued back and forth for a minute or so, with Igor and Anya interjecting a comment or two.  It took them several minutes before they managed to calm Tatiana down.  Igor relaxed his grip and allowed her to stand up.  She suddenly felt foolish, wearing just her panties, and went to retrieve her clothes.

 

As she was putting them back on, Anya came over to Sergei and whispered in his ear.  He gave her a nod of approval, so she approached Jennifer, who was dumbfounded by everything that had just happened.  The red head picked up a knife from the table, knelt down, and cut the cords around Jennifer’s ankles.  Then she stood up and gently turned her prisoner around.  She began rubbing the topless women’s shoulders as if she were giving her a massage.  Her hands started at Jennifer’s neck and then slowly worked their way down her arms and over to the bound breasts.  Anya carefully grasped the nipple clamps with her fingers, but left them attached.

 

“Ooooh these must really hurt… your sensitive little buds…  all red and sore...  Shall I make them feel better?” she whispered seductively.  “If you tell us where Brian and Steve are, I’ll take these off for you.”

 

Jennifer was all too happy to rid herself of the nasty clamps and would have done almost anything at this point to have them removed.  So, without a second thought, she promptly told the flirty red head everything they wanted – the name and location of the building, the street address, and that Brian and Steve should be there until the end of the week.

 

“Oh thank you so much, darling… how sweet of you to help… I think you’ve earned yourself something special… would you like that?” she cooed.

 

Jennifer was still waiting for the clamps to come off, so she remained silent.  She didn’t want to delay anything by giving the wrong answer.  Anya smiled at the buxom woman who was waiting so patiently for her to fulfill her promise.  But Anya decided to have some fun of her own.  She gripped the chain with her left hand and started jiggling it.

 

Jennifer whimpered. “Ohhhhh… please don’t...”

 

“What’s wrong?  Does this hurt?” Anya asked with fake surprise.

 

“Yessss… pleassse… sssstop,” Jennifer’s words were slurring from the pain.

 

Anya looked to her leader, “May I have some fun with her?”

 

He smiled, “Of course you may, my love.”

 

Tatiana complained, “But you promised this was my night with them.”

 

She was reacting like a child who just had her favorite toy taken away.  Her commander seemed rather annoyed by the interruption and gave her a stern look. 

 

But Tatiana ignored him.  “Will I at least get a turn when she is finished?”

 

“It’s too late for that now,” he said, angrily.  “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.  I’m still upset that you attacked Anya.”

 

“Well she shouldn’t have grabbed…”

 

“Enough!” Sergei interrupted with a wave of his hand.  “Let’s not get started on that again.  Did you forget who is in command here?”

 

“No,” Tatiana said, her temper softening.

 

“Anya may do as she pleases with them, for now.  There should be some time for you in the morning.  Our plans have changed.”  He continued in Russian and presumably began to share with them his idea.

 

Anya, meanwhile, was grinning triumphantly.  She enjoyed hearing Tatiana get put back in her place and gave Tatiana a smug look as she circled around her prize, the bound executive.

 

“Igor, would you be so kind as to take my precious captive over to that chair and tie her down for me?”

 

Igor nodded.

 

“Thank you dear,” Anya said as she ran her fingers gently over Jennifer’s bare shoulders.

 

The big, bald-headed man dragged the protesting Jennifer over to one of the wooden chairs.  He forced her to sit down on her sore bottom and proceeded to tie each ankle to a chair leg.  Then he wrapped a cord around her waist and another around her chest, just above her breasts, and secured her to the back of the chair with them.

 

“Shall I gag her?” he asked Anya.

 

“No,” she grinned, as she eyed the helpless brunette.  “I want to do that myself.”

 

 

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