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CHAPTER 8
Ivan surveyed the four shirtless women, hands held behind their heads, cowering before him on the couch. He smiled and turned to his partner.
“Aleksei, have you ever seen such a beautiful sight?” He chuckled. “Sergei says we need to keep a close eye on them. I don’t think that’ll be a problem, do you?”
Aleksei’s fierce expression didn’t change as he just shrugged his shoulders. Carl and Ted, however, couldn’t stand listening to the women being treated like personal playthings any longer. They both attempted to be heroic by throwing every effort into getting loose and began to thrash around violently, but all they managed to do was annoy Ivan.
“Damn it! I’ve had enough of this shit. Aleksei, get these men out of here.”
The big man handed his rifle to Ivan and grabbed Carl by the legs. With evidence of pleasure showing on his face, he dragged Carl across the floor and over to the door that led to the cellar. He opened it up and, without any warning, shoved the bound and helpless man down the wooden steps. Carl’s muffled screams mixed with thumping noises as he rolled to the bottom. Megan shrieked hysterically and charged at Aleksei.
“You bastard! You’re going to kill him!”
Aleksei easily fended off her weak blows and wrapped her up in a bear hug, crushing her arms to her side. He lifted the topless girl off the ground and carried her back over to the couch while she kicked at his shins uselessly with her flip-flop covered feet. He dropped the petite brunette down next to me and yelled at her.
“Shut up woman! Man not die yet! But will if do that again!”
Megan started to cry. Then Aleksei grabbed Ted by the ankles and began dragging him over as well. Angela stood up to plead with him.
“Don’t hurt him, please!”
Aleksei paused at the top of the stairs to look back at her. He showed absolutely no compassion at all as he proceeded to send her boyfriend tumbling with a shove of his foot. Ted’s fall ended with a loud thud and a howl of pain. Angela was enraged as she clenched her fists and fought to keep herself from lunging at him.
“Why are you men so cruel? We haven’t done anything to you,” she said.
“Sit down!” Ivan commanded while waving the gun at her.
Angela slowly returned to her seat and put her hands up. Ivan walked over and reached out to touch her cheek. But the angry girl jerked her head back and slapped his hand away as she glared at him. Ivan roughly grabbed her wrist with one hand and her chin with the other. He forced her to look up at him.
“Listen, Blondie. I think I’ve been pretty nice so far. I could’ve just as easily told Aleksei to shoot them. So try and be a little more cooperative and we’ll all get along just fine.”
He released her with a shove and bent down to scoop up our shirts. He pulled out his belt knife and began slicing them up. Aleksei returned and picked up his rifle to resume guarding us. Angela watched curiously as Ivan cut all of our tops into long strips.
“You know, I paid good money for those shirts,” Angela said. “Why do you have to cut them all up?”
“My but you’re a nosy one, aren’t you darling? You’ll be finding out soon enough what these are for,” he chuckled.
I had a pretty good idea of what their purpose was but it didn’t prevent me from trembling anyway. Somehow being alone with these two men was far more terrifying to me than any time with Tatiana or Anya. Aleksei, the heartless monster, hovered over us like a hawk, just waiting for a mouse to move so he could swoop in and bite its head off. And then there was Ivan. He hadn’t done much so far, but something about all his grinning and chuckling was very unnerving. It was like he knew something was going to happen that we didn’t, and I had the sinking feeling we were about to find out what it was.
Ivan finished cutting up the last of the shirts and then put his knife away. He collected all the pieces and set them on the end table, next to the couch.
“OK, Miss Nosy, you can be first. Stand up!” he ordered Angela.
The tall blonde slowly rose to her feet as a worried look came across her face.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked innocently.
“Just turn around and put your hands behind your back!” he commanded.
The girl’s earlier anger was now replaced with fear. Her shoulders started shaking as she turned away from him and reluctantly placed her hands against her bottom. Ivan took one of the strips he had made and wrapped it around her wrists very tightly to join them. Then he cinched it through the middle to tighten it even more. Not finished with her, he grabbed each of Angela’s elbows and pulled them together. He tied another cloth strip around them and forced the girl’s shoulders back. Angela whimpered as her chest thrust forward from the strain.
“Ow! Please, it’s too tight,” she whined.
“It is? Let me check,” Ivan said with mock sympathy.
He reached around her, from behind, and ran his hands all over her bulging tits and fondled them through her bra.
“Everything feels pretty good to me,” he chuckled. “But I can loosen this up if it makes you feel any better.”
At that, he unhooked her strapless bra and let it drop to the floor. Angela let out a yelp of surprise as her lovely tits danced freely. Then he pushed her back down to the couch again.
“Next!” he shouted, as he grabbed Megan by the arm.
She let out a scream as he pulled her up and spun her around.
“You better be quiet little girl, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full you won’t be able to breathe!”
Megan nodded weakly and choked back a sob. The poor girl had tears running down her face.
“Now, give me your hands!”
She did so and was immediately rewarded by having them tied together. Ivan used more cloth strips and tied up her elbows the same way as her friend. The young brunette’s nipples were standing at attention as her arms were tied back. She appeared to be much younger than I had originally thought, as her breasts weren’t quite fully developed yet. I suspected she hadn’t even reached her 20th birthday. Ivan gave her a pat on her firm bottom.
“OK, cutie, you can sit down now.”
Megan sat.
“Your turn gorgeous,” he said to Cindy. “Come here.”
Cindy climbed to her feet and turned around, holding her chin up proudly. She placed her hands behind her without hesitation.
“You can’t wait to be tied up can you?”
“Screw you,” Cindy told him bravely.
Ivan grabbed her chin angrily, and twisted her head towards him.
“Watch it gorgeous! I’ve got something I’d love to stick in that pretty mouth if you want to keep being sassy.”
He tied up her elbows and wrists and spun her around to face him. Then Ivan reached for her shorts. Cindy screamed and tried to flee, but he grabbed the waistband with his left hand and held her in place. His right hand unsnapped the shorts and pulled down her zipper, exposing her pink and white thong.
“Get your dirty paws off of me!” she shrieked and tried to knee him in the groin.
But he was able to deflect the blow before it found its target. He yanked her denim shorts down her legs and pulled them from her feet. Then he snaked an arm around her waist and tried to kiss her, but Cindy turned her face away with a squeal.
“Stop it! Don’t touch me you bastard!”
Ivan laughed as he pulled her against himself, and pressed his mouth forward. Cindy twisted her head and shoulders sideways, first one direction, and then the other, as Ivan kept trying to find her lips with his own. Cindy’s squirming only served to turn him on more. He gripped her jaw tightly and kissed her sloppily while ignoring the kicks at his legs.
“I love a girl with some spunk to her. I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in,” he said, as he gave her a swat on the ass before pushing her down to the couch. He reached out a hand to fondle her breasts.
“Just leave me alone,” Cindy blurted out, but she was unable to pull away as he mauled her soft melons.
Ivan laughed at her continued resistance as he placed his left hand on her shoulder. Then he grabbed the front of her bra with his right hand and yanked as hard as he could. The flimsy material was no match for his strength and ripped away with a loud snap of breaking hooks and straps. Cindy gasped as her tits suddenly burst free. Ivan tossed the useless garment over his shoulder and looked down at her wickedly, letting out a whistle.
“Damn! That’s a fine pair of titties!”
Cindy looked down, her face turning a deep shade of crimson in humiliation. Then he turned his unwanted attention over to me.
“And finally we have Big Tits here,” he said as he hauled me to my feet.
I stood there and waited for him to tie my hands behind my back like the others. But instead, he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands forward. Bewildered, I watched as he tied my wrists together in front of me.
Ivan turned to Aleksei. “Well, it’ll probably take Sergei a little while to get here. So let’s see if we can arrange some entertainment while we wait.”
He walked across the room to where a big easy chair sat and dragged it over. He positioned it to face directly opposite the couch and forced me to sit in it.
“Wait here,” he said to me, and then turned to Aleksei. “Watch them closely for a minute. I’m going to have a look around.” And then he left the room.
We all sat patiently as we listened to the sounds of Ivan searching the cabin. He went through all the rooms and even went out onto the deck for a moment. It was hard to remain calm with Angela’s and Megan's terrified eyes staring across at me. The poor girls had no idea what was in store for them, and, now that I thought about it, I really didn’t either.
Ivan finally returned about ten minutes later with his hands full of stuff. I watched with fearful curiosity as he set down some rope, an elastic bandage roll, some clothespins, and a pair of tan colored, thigh high nylons.
“Looks like one of you girls likes to wear colorful underwear,” he said, as he also held up a fistful of bright colored panties.
Megan lowered her head and began to blush, which made me think they belonged to her.
“I found these in someone’s dirty laundry pile. They sure will make nice gags, don’t you think, ladies?”
Ivan started laughing when he saw the expressions on all our faces. Even Aleksei showed a smirk. I swallowed nervously at the thought of having someone else’s panties in my mouth.
Ivan placed the panties aside. “But first, I need everyone barefoot.”
He waved his hand to me, indicating that I should approach. “Come and give them some help dear.”
I removed my sandals first and then headed over to help Cindy with hers. Meanwhile, Angela and Megan kicked off their flip-flops and pushed them away. Then Ivan grabbed Angela and Megan and yanked them to their feet. He stood one to his left and the other to his right as he gripped their arms tightly.
“Big Tits, come over here and take their panties off,” he said to me.
“Hey!” Angela exclaimed in protest. “You don’t…”
“SHUT UP!!” Ivan silenced her with a shake of her arm. “Not a word from either of you!”
I reluctantly approached the pair of topless girls. They both looked at me with worry, and shook their heads no. A lump formed in my throat as I timidly reached under Angela’s skirt. She started to tremble as I felt around for the waistband. Finding it, I gently slid her yellow satin panties down her thighs as she shut her eyes and whimpered softly. I pulled them down to her ankles and knelt at her feet. I waited as she slowly lifted each foot, one at a time, to help me remove them.
“Good girl, but you’re not done yet. Cutie here wants to go pantyless too,” Ivan said, as he forced Megan to take a step forward.
The young girl’s eyes flooded with tears as I reached for her shorts.
“Please, don’t,” she whispered.
I felt terrible for doing this to her, but I had no choice. I quickly pulled her shorts and panties down together as her entire body shook from her sobbing. Again I waited for help, but Megan’s legs remained frozen in place. I had to grab her ankles and forcefully raise her feet up so I could pull her clothing off. Then I separated her gray shorts from the red panties and made a move to put the shorts back on her, but Ivan stopped me.
“That won’t be necessary. She won’t need those anymore,” he said, and took the shorts from me and tossed them away.
“Now for your next task, I want you to take the panties and stuff a pair into each of their mouths.”
“Please,” I begged, “don’t make me do that to them.”
He back handed me across the cheek. “Do it!”
I slowly pulled out Megan’s red panties and stood up to hold them before her lips.
“Hold on there,” Ivan smirked, “give her the yellow pair instead.”
Megan, Angela, and I all looked at each other wide-eyed as we realized the implications of what he just said. I gulped and reluctantly pulled out Angela’s yellow panties and offered them to Megan. She immediately shook her head in refusal, which angered Ivan. He grabbed Megan’s hair from behind roughly.
“Open up, you little bitch!” he roared and wrenched her head back.
The petite brunette bleated helplessly and opened her mouth. I stepped forward and quickly shoved the balled up satin into her mouth before my guilt got the better of me.
Ivan gave Megan’s head a firm rattle. “Bite down and hold them in! I don’t want to see any part beyond your lips.”
He released her then and pointed to Angela. “She gets the red pair.”
I looked at Angela as I wadded up Megan’s bikini panties in my hand. The tall blonde opened her mouth in cooperation and allowed me to insert her friend’s panties. Once the last bit of red nylon was inside, she closed her mouth on them and tried to make the best of it.
Ivan smiled. “Thank you, Big Tits. You can sit down for the moment.” I took a seat next to Cindy on the couch.
Ivan retrieved another red pair of panties from his collection and pulled out his knife again. He proceeded to cut and remove the entire crotch part from it, thus reducing the panties to just a circular band of fabric. Then he cut the band in one place, leaving a single long strip of red nylon. The purpose of all this became clear when he crammed the separated crotch piece into Angela’s mouth and then parted her lips with the longer strip. He pulled back the ends and tied them together behind her head. Ivan left the whimpering girl in a cleave gag made entirely of panties.
Then the man selected a bright purple colored pair of panties from the pile and cut them up the same way. He took the removed crotch piece and forced that into Megan’s mouth and then created a cleave gag out of the waistband part of the panties. Megan and Angela were left to chew on each other’s panties and the crotch part of a second pair. I could see the two girls were quite humiliated by all of this, but I also thought they looked rather sexy with the bands of bright colored nylon between their lips.
Ivan picked up the roll of elastic bandage and began blindfolding the two girls with it. He wrapped several turns of it over their eyes and around their heads before tying it off. Then he pushed Megan off to the side.
“Hold still for a minute, Cutie, while I work on your friend here. Don’t move,” he said. The blindfolded, gagged, and naked brunette mewled softly as she stood there trembling.
Ivan marched Angela over to stand in front of the easy chair. He removed her skirt and then left the naked girl on her own for a second while he retrieved the pair of thigh high nylons. He selected one piece of it and wrapped that around her waist. He pulled it very tightly, causing it to crease her skin deeply above her hip bones. He tied it off in front, just below her belly button, leaving one end to be about eighteen inches long. He guided that piece down through her sex and ran it between her legs, causing Angela to moan with concern. He pulled it up between her ass cheeks in back, tucked the end under the part encircling her waist, and then tied it to her wrists. The long-legged blonde was now wearing a crotch rope made of tan nylon hose.
This troubled the ex-volleyball player greatly. She gasped and moaned repeatedly as she bent and twisted her torso in an effort to release the pressure on her clit, but her struggling wasn’t doing any good. In fact, it was having quite the opposite effect, and was stimulating her pussy. When she turned towards me, I noticed that the part of nylon running through her sex was a darker color than the rest, indicating her arousal.
She wasn’t the only one becoming aroused though. The memories of wearing my crotch rope came rushing back to me and I felt my own panties beginning to dampen from those thoughts. I fidgeted and rubbed my thighs together as I watched Angela’s gyrations before me. It was a squeal from Megan that finally pulled my attention away.
I turned to see that the young brunette had just been fashioned with her own crotch rope of tan nylon and had suddenly become quite vocal. Ivan left her panting and wiggling as the soft, yet scratchy, nylon hose rubbed across her clit as well. A tiny moan escaped my lips at the sight of the two naked and bound girls.
There was more to come, however. Ivan grabbed the bundle of rope from the table and unsheathed his knife. He went back over to Angela and forced her to sit in the softly cushioned chair. He spoke to Aleksei in Russian, apparently to ask for his help. The muscular man set his rifle down and came over to hold the sexy blonde in place while his comrade got to work. Ivan pulled out a length of rope and cut a piece off that was about four feet long. He tied one end of it around Angela’s right ankle. The blindfolded blonde couldn’t see what they were doing but her frantic whimpering sounds indicated she was extremely worried. Then Ivan lifted Angela’s tied leg up and over the right arm of the easy chair. He spread that leg wide to her right as he held the rope and walked around behind the chair, pulling her ankle back and to the side. Meanwhile, Aleksei grabbed Angela’s left ankle and lifted that one over the other arm of the chair. He pulled that leg wide to her left and brought it back behind towards Ivan. This action was particularly disturbing to the blindfolded girl. She became hysterical as both of her thighs were spread extremely wide and stretched impossibly taught. The two men connected her ankles together behind the chair with the short rope and then came around to admire their work. Angela was pleading and shrieking into her panty gag as her roped crotch was fully exposed to everyone in the room. Her shapely and well tanned thighs had been spread and pulled so far apart that I could see her groin muscles protruding on either side of her quivering pussy. It was almost impossible for me to pull my eyes away.
Aleksei returned to pick up his rifle that had lain unguarded. The rifle! I groaned at my stupidity when I realized I had just missed a chance to escape. I could have grabbed the rifle while they were busy with Angela. But instead I was foolishly sitting here, lusting for a bound stranger’s snatch. Samantha, I said to myself, snap out of it. You’ve got to stop thinking about all these naked women and remember you’re still a prisoner.
Then I heard a moan emerging from Cindy and glanced over at my friend. Her eyes were half closed and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Was she becoming aroused too? I thought. I looked down at her panties and discovered that she did indeed have a wet spot on them. She was just as turned on as I was!
Meanwhile, Megan had no idea what was going on, but the frightful sounds of her whimpering friend were causing her to worry. She began to sob and plead through her purple gag while she waited helplessly for her fate.
“Don’t worry, Cutie,” Ivan laughed. “I haven’t forgotten about you. Your turn is coming up right now.”
He walked over to the brunette and picked up two cloth strips from the table. Then he forced Megan down to the floor in front of Angela and crossed the brunette’s ankles. He used one of the cloth strips to bind them together tightly and then rolled her onto her stomach. He pulled her ankles up behind her to meet her wrists and used the other cloth strip to bind her into a tight hogtie. After he finished, he gave her bare bottom a little spank and a pinch before standing up. Megan whimpered and struggled helplessly on the wooden floor while Ivan gathered up some more rope.
He gazed up at the ceiling of exposed beams and made a slight adjustment to the position of Angela’s chair. Then he ran a long piece of rope across one of them and let the ends dangle downward. He positioned one end to hang directly in front of Angela. The blindfolded blonde could only whimper curiously as she felt him attaching that hanging end to the front of her crotch rope. The other end dropped down onto Megan’s back who was writhing around on the floor. Ivan knelt down alongside of Megan and flipped her over onto her back. Her bound arms and legs were now trapped beneath her bottom. She groaned in humiliation as she felt her pelvis thrust upward to meet the rope descending from the beams. Ivan took that rope and ran it under the nylon hose splitting her pussy. He gently pulled on it to take in the slack between the two girls. Neither girl was aware that the rope ran between their two crotches. He continued taking up the slack until the rope was taught. Both girls began to whimper as they felt a slight pull on their pussies. Ivan grinned and tugged some more. Megan’s bottom was lifted off of her legs and arms, and Angela’s pelvis was pulled forward and upward as her buttocks lost contact with the seat cushion. Then, and only then, did Ivan tie the rope off to Megan’s crotch rope.
“Go ahead and struggle all you want, ladies,” Ivan said to the blindfolded girls. “I’m sure you can free yourselves eventually,” he chortled, knowing what the effect would be, should either choose to do so.
The bound and blindfolded girls moaned and pleaded as the rope pulled tightly on the tan hose buried between their legs. Angela, with her legs splayed so widely, was having a particularly difficult challenge of keeping her composure as the soft material rubbed continuously over her sensitive clit. And as each girl struggled, she unknowingly pulled against her partner’s crotch. I had to stifle another moan as my own arousal level went up a step higher while watching their erotic plight. My panties were now thoroughly soaked underneath my shorts.
Then Ivan spun around to face Cindy and me. My stomach knotted up as he grinned at us wickedly. He seized my arm and pulled me up.
“Take off your shorts!” he said to me.
“But…,” I stopped mid-sentence when he glared at me.
Shamefully, I lowered my shorts, and cringed as my sodden, pale blue, bikini panties came into view.
“Ah, someone’s actually enjoying this I see.” I shook my head no, but I don’t think it changed his opinion.
“Take the panties off too.”
I did as I was told and soon stood before him naked, while clutching my underwear in my bound hands.
Ivan smirked evilly, “Now sit down and put them in your friend’s mouth!”
Cindy and I both gasped.
“Come on you two, don’t be shy,” he chuckled.
I glanced at Cindy who was trying to give me a reassuring smile as I sat along side her again. Oh my gosh, how embarrassing, I thought to myself as I raised my soiled panties to my best friend’s mouth. Cindy closed her eyes and daintily parted her lips. My hand was shaking as I gently stuffed the soft material behind her teeth and against her tongue. Cindy’s cute little nose wrinkled up and I wondered if she had suddenly tasted how wet the panties were.
“All the way in, dear,” Ivan said, as I hesitated.
I sighed and poked and prodded them until they disappeared under her lips.
“Now it’s your turn, Big Tits. Take your friend’s panties off and put them in your own mouth.”
I knew that was coming next, but when he said it my heart started racing anyway. I gingerly reached over and hooked my fingers into the waistband of Cindy’s thong. She lifted herself up and allowed me to slide it down her legs. The fragrance of her aroused sex hit my nose as I uncovered her pussy for the second time today. The aroma of it was so exhilarating that it didn’t bother me at all when I put her wet thong into my mouth where I could taste it.
The sound of Ivan’s knife ripping into nylon startled me. I looked over and watched, horrified, as he was cutting the crotch out of two more pairs of panties he had retrieved from the table. One pair was a shimmering light green color and the other was hot pink. I whimpered as I remembered where they were going to end up. As expected, Ivan took the pink crotch piece and began rudely stuffing it into Cindy’s mouth. She glared at him but wisely chose not to resist as he then tied the band of pink nylon between her lips and knotted it behind her head. I watched my friend biting and chewing at the invading wisp of underwear as she tried to mouth it into a more comfortable position for herself. When Ivan finished knotting it, he grabbed Cindy by the hair and forced her to look up at him.
“Wow, that gag makes you look so fucking hot,” the tall man exclaimed.
Cindy mewled softly into the pink colored cleave gag as she looked at me meekly with those lovely green eyes of hers. I had to admit that Ivan was right. Cindy never looked sexier as she did now, mouthing the hot pink panties and struggling naked in front of me.
Ivan’s hand suddenly appeared in front of my face with the crotch part of the light green panties. I reluctantly opened my mouth, just far enough for him to shove it in. I groaned a protest as the additional material was pressed into my tongue. Then Ivan moved around behind me and pulled the other cut-up part of Megan’s panties between my lips and secured the strip tightly behind my neck. As I worked the large ball of panties around in my mouth as best I could, I couldn’t help but look down at Megan’s roped form on the floor in front of me. Her thrusting pelvis was beckoning to me as she blindly struggled against the rope and nylon hose pulling at her pussy. Suddenly I recognized a new flavor in my mouth and moaned.
Our ordeal was just beginning though. Ivan left the room again and went into the kitchen area. I heard the brief sound of chairs scraping on the floor. He returned with two wooden chairs and placed them face to face about five feet apart next to Angela. He was grinning again as he looked at Cindy and I, deep in thought. He finally seemed to reach some kind of decision and signaled to Cindy.
“Come here gorgeous and take a seat right here,” he said as he placed his hand on the chair next to Angela and facing towards me.
Cindy glanced nervously at me and then walked over to sit in the indicated chair. But as she was about to sit down Ivan lifted her arms up and guided them over and behind the back of the chair. Cindy mewled worriedly as he forced her to sit down with her arms behind the chair back. He used more rope then to tie her arms to the back of the chair, and ran another piece around her waist and locked her down even more. All of this caused Cindy’s impressive chest to thrust out invitingly towards me. But her humiliation wasn’t at an end.
“Spread your legs!” he commanded her. “More…more…Now pull your feet all the way back.”
I watched as Cindy opened her legs and positioned her thighs, as directed, around the sides of her seat. She placed her ankles as far back as she possibly could. When Cindy glanced down towards her exposed pussy, I noticed her tiny patch of pubic hair was glistening with moisture. Then her eyes met mine and caught me staring. We both blushed.
Ivan marched over with another piece of rope and used it to tie Cindy’s ankles together behind her and then fastened them to her wrists. This forced her hips forward a bit as her knees went down, and to the side, and her feet went up behind her. Cindy grunted angrily at him to show she wasn’t happy.
“Oh relax, gorgeous. You’ll be just fine. That might seem a bit uncomfortable, but as soon as I get your friend ready, I’ll give you something to take your mind off of that.” He laughed at his own little joke and then turned to me.
“All right Big Tits, your chair is waiting,” he indicated with a motion like a game show model would use when revealing a prize.
Nervously, I climbed to my feet and walked over to sit across from Cindy. Ivan lifted my arms up over my head and then bent my arms back and pulled my hands down behind my head. He used another length of rope to secure my wrists to the top of the chair back. Then, curiously, he used two cloth strips and tied them around each leg, just above my knees, but didn’t fasten them to anything else. They just circled my knees like a bracelet. What the hell was that for? I wondered.
“Now, bend your knees and put your feet up on the seat.”
“Huhmmm ummm,” I moaned with alarm and shook my head.
That made him angry of course. He grabbed each of my ankles and forcefully raised them himself. He bent my knees and forced my heels to touch my buttocks.
“Owwmmmmm,” I groaned at the rough handling.
He whipped out more rope and tied each of my ankles to my thighs in what they call a frog tie. The position itself wasn’t physically painful but it sure made me feel exposed as my legs seemed to spread on their own accord. Cindy was watching me very closely now.
Ivan retrieved two more cloth strips and circled them around each of my elbows and made a bracelet-like ring around them as well. Then he began cutting off two more short lengths of rope. Suddenly, the purpose of the bands of cloth on my knees and elbows dawned on me and I couldn’t help but put up a fuss.
“Nnnnn, peeth dohnnn, peeth,” I pleaded, into the panties packing my mouth.
But Ivan ignored me and took the piece of rope and pushed one end of it under the band around my knee and the other end under the band around my elbow. Then he pulled on the two ends.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” I groaned hysterically as my right knee was jerked back and out wide to meet my elbow.
He didn’t stop pulling until my elbow and knee touched. Then he tied it off. I leaned to the right in an effort to keep my modesty and relieve some of the pressure on my elbow and knee. But I knew this was about to end, as he was now threading the other short rope into the bands around my left elbow and knee. Again he pulled on the loose ends.
“Hhhhhhuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
I wailed into my panty gag as my thighs were spread widely, and my left knee was attached to my left elbow. It wasn’t very painful but it was extremely embarrassing as my tits and pussy were completely exposed and aimed directly toward Cindy. Ivan stepped between us and patted our taught thighs.
“Very nice, ladies! I hope the two of you enjoy your view.”
Then he walked out of my field of vision. I watched Cindy following him with her eyes and a moment later she suddenly became very agitated. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and she started shrieking into her gag and shaking her head. I heard Ivan come up and stand directly behind me, but I was unable to see what he was doing. Cindy was grunting into her gag so energetically that I was very much worried. What was she so concerned about?
Ivan came around between us, with his back towards me, and blocking my view of Cindy. Whatever he was carrying in his hands was making my friend very anxious. He bent down and did something to Cindy’s chest. A muffled squeal erupted from my bound friend.
“Aaaaeeeeehhhhh!!” The sound sent bolts of fear through me.
Then Ivan turned around and revealed to me what he was holding. A pair of clothespins! Oh my god, he wouldn’t dare! I thought. My whimpering became very loud and I jerked my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to protect myself, but it was useless. The snickering man attached the wooden clasps onto my erect nipples.
“Guuuhhhhhhnnnn!!” I bit down hard into the panties and howled into my gag.
It felt like electricity had been injected into my buds and through my tits. The signal seemed to travel right to my pussy. I inhaled deeply through my nose and held my breath as the initial shot of pain slowly subsided to a dull throb. As Ivan moved away, I looked across at Cindy and saw her staring down at her own clamped breasts, bouncing up and down, as she fought to regain control of her breathing. My own breaths were short and quick, as the clothespins seemed to be sucking all the oxygen out of me. The pain was almost gone now, but I could feel my nipples throbbing under the tight grip of the wooden clasps.
Suddenly, I felt my chair sliding forward. Ivan had moved around behind me and was pushing my chair towards Cindy’s. Our chairs collided with a startling jolt causing both our tits to bounce wildly. Cindy and I were now close enough for our clothespins to touch should we move in the slightest. We couldn’t help but inspect each other’s predicament as we flushed with embarrassment at the proximity of our naked bodies.
“Now all we have to do is wait,” Ivan said as he plopped himself down on the couch. He laid down on his back and kicked his feet up to enjoy a moment to relax.
I sure wished I could, but with my legs spread and my nipples clamped, relaxation was impossible. Cindy and I stared at each other helplessly as we were left to endure this ordeal together. I noticed her eyes kept glancing down at my enflamed buds. I wondered what she was thinking as she mouthed the pink panty gag and fidgeted in her seat. That little wiggle caused our clothespins to touch briefly and I moaned softly from the tingling sensation this caused in my nipples. I could feel my pussy getting a little excited by this too and I groaned with frustration at the inability to hide my nakedness from my friend’s gaze. I sure hoped the wait wouldn’t be too much longer.
Ivan got up a few minutes later. “I’m going to go check on the men,” he said to Aleksei.
Aleksei nodded and pulled a chair up to the front window. He sat down on it and trained his eye out the window while Ivan headed for the cellar. I watched the big man for several minutes and he never once looked over. I turned my attention back to Cindy. Her eyes had followed mine and she had a questioning look on her face. She was probably wondering if I was considering something now that we weren’t being watched. I tested my wrist bonds and found them tight as ever. If I couldn’t get my hands free, then there was certainly no way I could loosen any of the other ropes that circled my elbows, knees, and thighs. Cindy didn’t appear to have any hope of freeing herself either. So I glanced over to Angela and Megan. I couldn’t see Megan down on the floor now but I sure heard her whimpers as she continued to squirm against the crotch rope and hogtie. Angela on the other hand, was clearly in view of me. So far I had avoided focusing even a tiny glance on her lithe and bound form, but I did now, to see if she could possibly get loose.
My eyes were treated to the full effect of her current state. She was whimpering and moaning helplessly while concentrating every effort on holding herself perfectly still. She was trying to keep the nylon hose from rubbing over her clit, but I could see it wasn’t working. Her hips and thighs had tired from the effort of holding herself up to relieve some of the pressure, and her weight was beginning to sag against the course material between her legs. And, to make matters worse, as Megan struggled at her feet, there would be a periodic pull on Angela’s pussy. Each time that happened, Angela would moan loudly and begin to pant rapidly. She would shake her head back and forth violently and grunt into her gag. It appeared to me that she was fighting to hold back an orgasm. Even now, I could see some of her wetness running down to her buttocks. She looked so erotic and hot to me, as I squirmed helplessly in my chair.
Then Aleksei suddenly jumped to his feet.
“Ivan!” He called out to his partner. “Ivan, boss is here!”
He walked over to the door leading down and called again. “Ivan!”
Ivan came running up the stairs, just as I heard the sounds of car doors opening and closing outside. A moment later, Sergei, the Russian leader, walked in the door, and was followed by the other men and Anya. Only Tatiana and Igor were missing.
Sergei smiled as his gaze gathered in the erotic scene of naked and bound women before him. Anya put a hand to her mouth and gasped at the sight.
“What did you do to them?” she asked.
Ivan smiled, “Nothing, I just made sure they wouldn’t get away.”
“Get away?” Sergei chuckled. “Looks a little bit overboard, if you ask me.”
“Well me and Aleksei were getting bored so I added a few twists. They haven’t been harmed, or touched for that matter.”
“How did you manage to discover these two were here?” Sergei said as he came over and fondled Cindy and I.
Ivan smiled proudly. “Well that was just my luck I suppose. We were in town keeping our ears open like you said. To see if anyone had seen any runaways. We wasn’t having much luck, but then we met these two guys and overheard them talking about a cabin they had out here. It was in the general direction of the path the girls took (pointing at Cindy and I) so we decided to check it out. We grabbed the men and forced them to lead us here. We never expected to actually find them waiting for us.”
“Where are these two guys?” Sergei asked.
“Aleksei threw them in the basement. They’re tied up real good, I just checked. They’re pretty banged up though, but I think they’ll live. What should we do now?”
“Well, we can’t find the other two, and we’re running out of time. Let me think a second.”
Sergei stood there in thought for a moment or so, and looked over the captives again. Finally he began issuing orders in Russian and everyone broke into action. Nikolai, Boris, and Anya set about releasing Cindy and I. Nikolai untied my elbows, knees, and thighs, and then untied me from the chair. Cindy was also untied from her chair and the two of us were pulled to our feet. The clothespins remained attached for the moment as Anya grabbed my bound hands and pulled me along behind her. She led me over to the couch and told me to sit. Boris guided Cindy over to sit alongside of me with her arms still bound behind her. Anya held my wrists with one hand and stretched out the other to cup one of my breasts.
“Ooo…How do your nipples feel, honey? Are they sore?” she asked me.
I slowly nodded. Anya’s thumb flicked at the clothespin on my left breast. I winced with pain as my pinched bud was twisted slightly.
“My, they ARE tender aren’t they? Anya will help them not hurt so much,” she said.
Her fingers gently squeezed both clothespins and released the pressure. I was expecting immediate relief, but the moment the clothespins were removed, a flash of pain surged through each nipple. I groaned as the blood returned to my crushed buds. Then Anya removed the clothespins from Cindy’s breasts as well. Anya knelt down in front of my friend and put her lips around Cindy’s throbbing nubs. Cindy tilted her head back and closed her eyes with a moan as Anya’s tongue washed over her tits. Anya licked both of Cindy’s areola and massaged them with her lips and tongue for a minute or so. Then she crawled over to kneel in front of me.
My sore nipples immediately sprung to attention and I felt a tingle down below. The hot looking red head slowly brought her lips towards my chest. I sank into the couch as far back as I could while I gasped with apprehension. Oh my, please don’t, I thought to myself. I brought my hands up to block her, but she easily pushed them aside. Actually, I didn’t really put up much resistance, and now her mouth went straight to my bosom. I gasped through the panty gag as I felt her hot tongue swirling over my tits. Her soft hands were on me as well, caressing my neck and shoulders, and then traveling downward. She was kissing and suckling on one breast while her hand was massaging the other. I moaned uncontrollably and closed my eyes, as I was quickly immersed in a rippling wave of pleasure. Oh god, her lips and tongue feel so good!
Then the kissing and licking suddenly ended. I opened my eyes and saw Anya rising to her feet.
“Do your tits feel better now?” she asked.
Oh my god, yes, I wanted to say, but instead I just sat there quietly panting. She smiled at me and then walked away to get some rope. She returned with Ivan and several lengths of white cotton cord. The red head knelt down and crossed and bound my ankles, and did the same to Cindy’s. Meanwhile, Ivan untied my wrists and then retied them behind my back. He also tied my elbows together to match Cindy’s bondage. Then Anya produced two ball gags while Ivan untied the panties that were holding the stuffing in our mouths. Anya giggled at the sight of us spitting out the soiled and sodden underwear into our laps. She took one of the ball gags and rammed it between Cindy’s lips as Ivan did the same with the other one to me. They buckled them tightly, leaving us once again helplessly bound and gagged. Then Ivan forced me to lie down on the couch with my arms underneath me, and laid Cindy face down on top of me. Her ball gag was now buried between my naked breasts. She tried to raise her mouth above them but she couldn’t bend her neck far enough to clear my large tits. She grunted into her ball gag with the strain and frustration as she wiggled on top of me. All I could do was whimper helplessly as some of her drool dripped down onto my tits, making my nipples stiffen.
Behind me, I heard the sounds of an argument. I turned to see Aleksei and Sergei talking in Russian. They seemed to be discussing the fate of the other girls. Eventually Sergei’s decision won out and Aleksei grunted unhappily and stormed off. Sergei waved a hand towards us and Boris and Nikolai immediately arrived to lift Cindy up. They carried her whimpering form outside to the waiting vehicles. Then Ivan and Sergei picked me up and headed out to their van while Anya followed. They dumped Cindy and me into the back of it, and Anya climbed in to sit alongside of us. The rest of the men sat in the front. The doors were closed and we drove off, so I could only assume they left the others behind.
Anya had brought with her the rest of the coil of white cotton rope and a knife. She was grinning at the two of us while she cut off several lengths of it. Then she lifted up my head and shoulders and turned me around to face Cindy’s feet. She flipped me onto my belly and lifted my ankles up. She pulled my feet back to touch my buttocks and then tied my wrists to my ankles and put me in a hogtie. Then she did the same to Cindy. She rolled us onto our sides so that we were facing each other. That’s when I really started getting anxious. I was now facing Cindy’s groin, which was only a few feet away. Then I felt Anya’s hands on the back of my thighs and between my shoulder blades. She began to slide me forward towards my friend. I squealed with alarm as my face was shoved into Cindy’s crotch! I bucked and squirmed in an attempt to pull back as I also felt Cindy’s ball gag now tickling at my pubic hairs. Cindy was whimpering emphatically into my loins and writhing helplessly.
“Hold on you two,” Anya giggled. “Anya sees you’re getting excited but let her finish tying you up before you start enjoying each other.”
“Hmmmph!” I grunted at her angrily. I certainly wasn’t enjoying this. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The more I struggled, the more turned on I was getting from the closeness of Cindy’s naked body.
Now Anya was chuckling as she ran some rope around and under our bodies at the waist. She pressed us together and then tied the rope as tight as she could. Our bellies were now in permanent contact. Then I felt another piece of rope being pushed under my hip and under Cindy’s neck. Oh my gosh, no! I screamed into my ball gag as she pulled my friend’s face tightly into my crotch and tied it off. Cindy’s ball gag was now wedged against my pussy. Her hot breath was warming me in ways I had never imagined. I soon felt myself getting very wet between my legs and knew it was impossible for my friend not to notice. I groaned with shame as I felt Cindy mumbling and whimpering for air but only getting the smell of my arousal.
Then a line was wrapped under and around my neck and Cindy’s hips. Anya pulled that tight and I mewled helplessly as my nose plunged between my friend’s legs and my ball gag pressed into her cunt. I almost feinted from the aroma of Cindy’s sex and how exciting she smelled. I tried to move my mouth a little and was immediately treated to the taste of my friend’s wetness on my ball gag. Oh my god! I decided I better remain perfectly still.
“There we go. Now the two of you can have as much fun as you want.” Anya giggled.
She patted our bottoms and laughed. “Maybe Anya should see if either of you are ticklish.”
Suddenly I felt her hand on my ribs where she started to tickle me with her fingers. I clenched my teeth tightly around the ball gag and tried to refrain from laughing. But the mischievous woman wouldn’t stop and soon I was giggling uncontrollably into Cindy’s pussy, making it wetter and wetter. Then her hand left to go tickle Cindy. Almost immediately, I felt my friend’s ball gag vibrating against my clit as bursts of laughter emerged from her lips. I felt a wave of pleasure forming deep inside me which I knew was a sign of a building orgasm. Please, no! Not here, and not now! I could never live with myself were I to climax against my best friend’s face. I concentrated as hard as I could to hold it back.
Thankfully, Anya decided her fun with us was over, and ceased the tickling. She moved away to join the others, and left us on our own. However, we still weren’t able to relax, as now we had to deal with the bouncing of the van. The road we were traveling on was nothing more than a dirt and gravel path through the woods. The vehicle lurched and jolted as it bumped along the uneven lane. Cindy and I were tossed about and forced to grind into each other every five seconds or so. The ride did eventually smooth out some, but it was very brief. Soon after, the van turned onto yet another bumpy road and the bouncing and grinding began all over again.
By the time the van finally came to a halt, I was very much in an aroused state. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever envisioned myself getting so turned on by another woman. But I certainly was now, and I was positive that Cindy was too, by the taste of my slick ball gag.
I heard the doors open and the sounds of bodies exiting the vehicle. The rear door was opened and I felt hands on the ropes holding Cindy and I together. We were untied from each other and pulled towards the back of the van. I squinted into the bright sun at first but quickly identified our surroundings. We were back at the cabin we had hoped to abandon. Sergei’s angered face greeted me as he forced the two of us to sit up with our bound ankles hanging over the edge.
“I am deeply disappointed in the two of you for trying to escape. Anya told me exactly what happened and she has demanded I grant her some payback. I think I will fulfill her request.”
I felt very foolish and ashamed as I sat there, completely naked, while he spoke to me. Not only that, but my body was still sexually charged from the ride here and now drool was beginning to spill from my lips too. However, the Russian leader didn’t seem to notice any of that. He used his knife to cut the ropes off our ankles, elbows, and wrists. Our ball gags remained in place as he continued to talk.
“The delay you have caused to our plans is unacceptable. And now we face the very real possibility that your friends may have been able to alert the authorities. We need to move quickly.”
He grabbed Cindy and me by the arm and roughly pulled us to our feet. Then he shoved us toward the cabin.
“Get inside, and be quick about it!”
He gave each of us a vicious swat across our bare bottom for encouragement. Cindy yelped loudly and jumped forward. I followed behind her as fast as I could while staring at the red hand print appearing on her left buttock. My own tushy was stinging painfully and probably bore a similar mark. Nikolai and Boris hustled us back toward that dreadful place.
Upon entering, we were lead down the same hallway as before, but this time they herded us into the first bedroom on the left. A disturbing sight filled my eyes the moment we entered the dimly lit room. Igor was busy applying the final knots to a bound and completely naked Tatiana. But it was the way she was tied up that scared me. The Russian blonde was perched upon the raised metal railing that ran between the two posts at the foot of the bed. She had been forced to straddle it, with the bar pressing into her sex. Her legs had been bent backwards to her buttocks and her ankles were tied to the same railing upon which she sat. Below the railing, her knees had been pulled down and joined together with more rope that was also anchored to the corner bed post in front of her. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, her arms had been pulled behind her and secured at the wrists and elbows. Igor was just now pulling her wrists up to the ceiling beam above her. As her arms and hands were raised behind her, Tatiana was forced to lean more and more forward to alleviate the stress on her shoulders. She grunted angrily into the duct tape covering her mouth. It sounded like it was also packed full underneath. She didn’t sound particularly pleased that her weight was now mostly supported by her pussy.
Seeing her like that was quite a shock. I could only assume she was being punished for letting us get away. Why else would they have tied up one of their own?
Then I noticed another bound figure on the bed near her. It was Jennifer. The pretty executive was also buck naked, and was now tied in a sitting position with her back to the railing that ran between the posts at the front end of the bed. Her wrists were fastened together, up and behind her head, and each ankle had been pulled out wide to each side and attached to the corner post.
“Get down on your knees!” Sergei commanded as he shoved us into the room.
Cindy and I slowly dropped to our knees and knelt there, side by side. The Russian leader then addressed the two of us.
“I am turning you over to Anya and Igor now. But don’t expect them to treat you very nicely after what you have done,” he spat.
Anya suddenly strolled into the room wearing nothing but a mischievous smile. She was carrying a bundle of white cotton rope and a knife, both of which she now tossed to Igor. Then she came over to Sergei and embraced him seductively while kissing him deeply on the mouth. She raised one leg and wrapped it around his waist and pushed his back against the wall. Sergei’s left hand was in her hair while the other circled her waist and pulled her close. The two of them remained lip locked for almost a full minute. When Anya started to grind her hips against him, Sergei pushed her away.
“Later my dear,” he said to her.
Anya pouted. “But Anya needs you now,” she said while rubbing herself with her fingers.
“You’re going to have to wait until we get back and the mission is over.”
Anya was very angry as Sergei turned his back on her and marched from the room. She stomped her foot down and let out a “humph” sound of frustration. But her expression quickly changed when she saw the two of us naked and kneeling on the floor.
She smiled and walked over to stand before us. She said something to Igor in Russian and he handed her two pieces of rope.
“Give Anya your wrists, both of you!” She commanded.
Cindy and I presented our wrists up to her. Anya crossed and tied each pair of trembling wrists together with the white cord.
“Now put your hands behind your head and grab a handful of hair. And don’t let go until Anya says so!”
We did as instructed and waited anxiously for whatever was next. She turned to Igor and spoke to him at length in Russian. Igor eventually nodded and then smiled at us evilly. Cindy and I looked at each other worriedly and began to whimper behind our ball gags. Drool was spilling from both of our mouths now and I couldn’t hold it in. I felt a drop fall onto my chest. Instinctively I lowered my hands to wipe it off, but Anya quickly snatched my wrist.
“Anya didn’t say you could let go, bitch!” she said while yanking my hands back up.
I returned my hands to my hair and groaned with dismay and humiliation at the feeling of helplessness as more drool continued to fall. I glanced over at Cindy and noticed her tits were slick and well coated too.
“Anya is very angry with you two American bitches! You will pay for what you did to her. Igor, help Anya tie them up.”
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