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CHAPTER 2
Cindy tried to talk to me through her gag, but I couldn’t make out the words. I shook my head and gave her a confused look. She grunted louder, and turned her back slightly to show me her shackled wrists. What was she trying to say? I can see your hands are cuffed, I thought, I’m not stupid. She looked at me grunting emphatically about something. Frustrated, she finally abandoned trying to communicate with me and fell back against the sofa in defeat. She gurgled a few more complaints… I don’t know, but I think she was mad at me.
I could see why she was so frustrated. I didn’t see any way of getting out of this. The four of us women were all hand-cuffed, ball-gagged and had our ankles crossed and bound. Although, it could have been worse I suppose. At least we didn’t end up hog-tied like Walter. I could still hear the poor guy grunting into his taped mouth, and every so often I could see his feet wiggling above the coffee table and pulling at the rope that connected his cuffed ankles to his cuffed wrists.
Sara was sitting on the floor, across the room, just watching Cindy and me. She sat there without struggling for the first time today. The top two buttons of her dress had come undone from her earlier exertions. I could now see the sweaty curves of her ample breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily into her ball gag. Her shoulder length, dark colored hair was a mess but her blue eyes showed that her morale was not.
Rachel was the only one whose spirit had been broken by all of this. Her head was down and her short blond locks dangled over her eyes. I could see tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto her bare thighs, as she sobbed quietly. The poor girl was just out of college and was too young to be put through this sort of thing. I wish I could have said something to cheer her up.
We sat there for several minutes until Tatiana and the men returned. Sergei issued some orders in Russian and his men came over to pick us up. Nikolai grabbed Sara, Boris scooped up Rachel, Igor yanked Cindy to her feet and Aleksei pulled me up. The four strong men easily lifted us up and threw us over their shoulders, face first, with our butts sticking up in the air. Sergei gave the order to follow as he left the room, but Tatiana stopped them.
“Wait a minute,” she said thoughtfully as she gazed at our upturned fannies. “Why don’t we give them something to think about during the ride? Hold them still, I have an idea.”
Alarmed, I turned my head as best I could to see what it was she had in mind. To my dismay she came over to me first with a huge grin on her face.
“You look so tempting like that,” she said to me. “Hold still honey. This won’t hurt a bit.”
Her hands suddenly darted out and grabbed at my shorts. Without any warning whatsoever, she yanked them down my legs as I let out a shriek!
“There we go, that’s much better,” she sad as she patted the backside of my exposed silk panties.
I wailed in protest and kicked my bound feet, but she had already turned to her next target.
Cindy, however, had already seen what was coming, so when Tatiana approached, she was ready for her. Cindy’s bound feet fired out unexpectedly striking the blonde squarely on the jaw. The Russian woman’s head snapped as she staggered backwards from the kick.
“Damn it, Igor! I said hold her still!” She said, rubbing her chin and spitting out blood from her bitten tongue.
Igor just glared at Tatiana and spewed forth an angry remark at her, in Russian.
“Just hold her legs would you!” Tatiana growled.
Igor held Cindy’s legs tighter then as Tatiana proceeded to pull down Cindy’s shorts revealing her pink panties. Then she gave the defenseless girl a hard stinging slap on her satin covered buttocks. Cindy squealed and tossed her head back in surprise and pain.
“That was for giving me trouble earlier. And this is for kicking me just now.”
She spanked her again, harder this time - once, twice, thrice. Cindy moaned through her gag at the humiliation of having her bottom spanked by the woman.
“Now, get the American whore out of here.” She ordered, and then turned to the two maids.
Rachel and Sara whimpered frantically as they feared their defenseless bottoms were next. But Tatiana didn’t deliver any more spankings; instead she reached up under their skirts and took their panties down! The two maids screeched in protest as the woman left their underwear bunched up around their knees as an added form of bondage. Even though their shapely buttocks were left covered by their nylon skirts, Rachel and Sara weren’t the least bit happy. Tatiana gave them each a pat on the behind and gently smoothed out the thin material covering their bottoms.
“Sorry if I upset you ladies, but we’ll be traveling for quite some time and I needed something to keep the trip interesting,” she said nonchalantly. “What a lovely sight you all make. OK men, we can go now.”
The sudden change of events filled the house with a chorus of squeals and whimpers as they hauled us away.
They carried us out of the house and into the driveway towards a large, black, passenger van. Sergei pulled open the sliding door on the right side of the van and ordered his men to put us inside. The third row of seats had already been removed to make just enough room for cargo. Cindy was shoved in first and laid along the floor on her right side with her head towards the back of the van and her back against the driver’s side wall. I was placed in next on my left side facing Cindy. Aleksei placed his hand on the back of my panties and shoved me right up next to her as I grunted a complaint. Rachel was next; they forced the terrified girl right up against me from behind. When her stomach hit my back it knocked me over and I fell against Cindy. My face landed into her chest, just above her exposed breast. I grunted in surprise at the embarrassing position and struggled to regain my balance. But before I could recover, Sara was shoved in too, with her back against Rachel. This caused all of us to be jammed tightly together like sardines. My breasts were crushed against Cindy’s bare belly. I couldn’t budge at all now and I had no choice but to leave my face buried in Cindy’s cleavage. I felt Cindy’s hot breath in my hair and the slick ball of her gag wetting my forehead. From behind, Rachel’s bosom flattened against my back and I could feel her gag pressing into the back of my head. I felt Rachel’s bare thighs against my own from behind and Cindy’s from the front.
The worst part was where my hands ended up. I could feel the soft material of Rachel’s nylon skirt pressing against my hands and the warmth of her flesh beneath it. My hands were trapped right where her thighs met her abdomen, and where her…. Oh my god! I suddenly realized I was feeling her womanhood through the thin fabric as her crotch was pressed into my fingers!
I immediately tried to pull my hands out from between us. Rachel grunted in surprise at the sudden wiggling of fingers between her legs. She gurgled a protest through her gag and pressed her thighs into mine in an effort to push me away. I ignored her as I continued to try and work my fingers free. If I can get them out, we will both be free of this embarrassment, I thought. She’ll thank me in the end, as I continued with determination.
Rachel began twisting her hips now and grunted more emphatically.
“Gothhh itthh” she snorted in anger. “Gothhh muumminnn yurr hantthh.”
Suddenly, Sara gave us both a violent shove back with her bottom as she had been squashed into the wall by all the squirming. My hands were sandwiched even tighter now. I sighed in frustration. It was useless to keep wriggling as the only thing I was managing to do was to irritate everyone. Maybe it would be better if I just didn’t move at all, I decided. So I settled down and tried to relax.
My attention had been focused so much on my current predicament that I hadn’t even noticed that we had already started driving down the road. At first the van made several turns, and stopped and started a few times at traffic lights or stop signs. But after a few minutes we were traveling along a highway and continued on it for quite some time.
I also realized for the first time that Walter must have been left behind. He certainly wasn’t in the back of the van with us and I had not seen them carrying him out. I turned my head slightly and strained my neck to look at the passengers in the front of the van. I could only see the back of their heads above the seats. Tatiana’s short blond hair, in the middle of the back seat, was the only one I recognized. But Walter was almost 60 years old and none of these men had any gray hair, so I figured Walter must not be with them. At first I was worried about him being left by himself. But then I realized if he were found, he might be able to help the authorities identify who our captors were. He just might be our only hope for escape, I thought. I wonder why they only took the girls.
Moments later, I felt sweat forming all over my body. It was getting very hot in the back of this van. There wasn’t any air conditioning and the summer day was quickly getting warmer. There were no windows back here either. We all started sweating profusely and our legs and bodies began to stick together.
The sweat was running down my forehead and even started to drip from my chin. Wait a minute, that wasn’t sweat on my chin. Here I was drooling and I hadn’t even realized it. My ball gag was causing the saliva to run out of my mouth onto Cindy’s chest. I glanced down and saw a trail of it on her bare breast right now. It ran down and eventually reached her nipple, causing her to shiver and break out into goose bumps. The tiny bud became erect and she moaned softly and shifted her torso uncomfortably. This was going to be a long ride!
I lay there quietly for quite some time. I watched Cindy’s breasts swell and recede in rhythm with her breathing as she lay wedged against me. I found myself counting the beads of sweat and different skin markings on her chest in order to pass the time. What else was there to do in this position?
Tatiana’s snickering voice broke my reverie.
“Well, how’s everybody doing back there? Getting comfortable?”
I felt bodies shifting and I heard a few whimpers but no one responded directly.
“You girls look kind of hot.”
Strangely, my first thought to that statement wasn’t about the temperature.
“Sorry we don’t have any air conditioning for you. If it gets too warm back there just give a holler, and I’ll gladly remove some of your clothing,” she sneered.
Cindy grunted indignantly at the remark.
Then I felt Tatiana’s hand on my calf. I jerked my legs instinctively to pull away which elicited a moan from Cindy and Rachel who had felt my sudden movement.
Tatiana’s hand slid up my leg to my knee. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down further until they stopped at the ankle ropes. I mewled into Cindy’s breast as Tatiana’s hand roamed even higher, all the way to my hip and came to rest on my panties. She traced the outline of the lace with her fingers as she spoke.
“You have really nice legs honey, and a sexy ass.”
Then her hand pulled away to find another morsel to sample. I felt Rachel’s skirt rising a bit and then I heard the girl squeal as she suddenly thrust her hips into me from behind. I presumed she was reacting to more of Tatiana’s aspirations.
“I like your ass too. Yep, we got ourselves a handful of fine looking young ladies here. I can’t wait for the fun to get started. Isn’t the anticipation exciting?”
More whimpers, some of fear and some of worry. Cindy lifted her head and snorted at Tatiana in anger.
“Oh, you are the feisty one aren’t you?”
Tatiana leaned over so she could reach the defiant girl. Cindy started squealing and squirming as Tatiana’s hands found a new set of legs to fondle.
“I love when the pretty ones put up a fight.”
I felt Cindy’s shorts slide down her legs to her feet.
“I’m going to enjoy you the most.”
SMACK…
She gave the green eyed beauty a whack on her tanned thigh. Cindy cried out and inadvertently thrust her chest forward as she held her breath, grimacing from the pain. Her large breasts engulfed my nose. I mumbled beneath her. Get off me, I can’t breathe. She felt my complaint more than hearing it and pulled away as she finally exhaled. Her breathing remained very rapid and short though, as she was still feeling the sting on her bare skin.
Tatiana turned away then and left us to suffer through the rest of the journey.
After almost an hour of driving the van finally turned off the highway and onto the back roads. Now the turns became more frequent again and the jolts more often. The four of us whimpered and groaned with each bounce as our sweaty bodies rubbed together helplessly. Suddenly the van turned onto a road that travelled uphill slightly. I heard stones being kicked up and the vehicle lurched frequently as it traveled along what sounded like a dirt road. The path seemed to be endless as we climbed higher and higher, but eventually it leveled out and a few minutes later the van came to a halt. I heard doors opening and closing as our captors got out.
The sliding door was pulled open and I could immediately smell the scent of pine trees. We must be out in the country somewhere, I thought. The same four men pulled each of us out, and again we were thrown over their shoulders as they started walking. I looked around and confirmed that we were now in the woods, well away from the city. Tall trees and hills surrounded us on all sides and shaded us from the hot sun. I gazed back at the road we came in on. The rocky trail disappeared through the trees along with my hope and courage. Out here we were all alone and our captors now had all the time they wanted to do whatever they wished of us. My anxiety and fear intensified greatly.
Looking ahead, I saw we were approaching a large cabin made of wood. There were two other vehicles parked beside it, a dark green military jeep and a large, black pickup truck. As we approached the single floor building, the front door suddenly opened and a red haired young woman and a tall sandy haired man stepped out. They were wearing the exact same attire as the others - fatigue pants, black shirts, and each of them had a gun belt and automatic pistol. Sergei addressed the curvaceous woman.
“Anya, my darling, is the cabin ready?”
The woman thrust out her large breasts proudly and said, “Yes. Anya and Ivan have everything prepared.”
Then they switched to Russian and continued the conversation for a few minutes while we waited helplessly. I saw the tall man, Ivan take a long look at Cindy and me. He licked his lips as he gazed at our panty covered bottoms. He stopped paying attention to the conversation of his comrades and spent the whole time staring at us. He was starting to make me nervous.
“Take them inside,” Sergei said finally and entered the cabin ahead of us.
The men carried us through the first room. It contained a large table made of strong oak, surrounded by eight sturdy chairs. A fireplace and cooking area were on the left and a doorway to another room on the right. In the rear was a sitting area with two sofas and some more chairs around an oval shaped rug in the middle of the floor. As we passed the table I noticed several photographs, documents, and maps spread out on top. There were also two laptop computers and some electronic equipment. I couldn’t get a good look at any of it as I was upside down and moved by it so swiftly. We turned to the right and went down a short hallway and into a room in the rear. We passed two closed doors along the way, one on each side before reaching the last room on the left which didn’t have a door. This was to be our final destination. The room was completely bare of any furniture and there were no windows in it either.
They dumped the four of us onto the hardwood floor without any concern for our comfort. Then without saying a word, the four men who carried us in, left. We sat there with our knees pulled up slightly and turned to the doorway. Sergei stood there grinning at the four helpless packages bound before him. I could sense the evil wheels turning inside his head as he watched us for a moment, deep in thought. The gleam in his eye and the smirk on his face had me worried.
“You will remain here for a few days,” he said finally. “We are miles away from any help so there is no need for screaming. But you will remain gagged anyway. Food and water will be brought to you if you behave and do as I say. The reason you were taken will be made clear when the time comes. But for now, make yourselves comfortable.” He turned and left.
Comfortable? He was obviously kidding as we sat there bound and gagged on the floor. We all looked at each other with fear and uncertainty. What was to come of us? What did they need us for? How could we ever possibly escape? I wasn’t feeling very positive about any of the answers to those questions. I was starting to feel the despair kicking in when Cindy looked over at me. The brave and confident look had returned and her eyes seemed to say to me - Don’t worry dear, we’ll get through this somehow.
I looked around at our little group. Cindy and I still wore our shorts around our ankles, so we were now sitting on the hard wood floor in our panties. Rachel and Sara, however, were forced to sit on their bare bottoms. Their panties had fallen all the way down to their ankle ropes from the rough handling. Rachel’s knees were pulled up to her chest as she rested her head against her legs, sobbing softly. From this position I could see her nakedness under her skirt.
Sara immediately started struggling again. She was now attempting to pull her panties up, but it was proving to be far more difficult than she thought. The only way she was able to reach her underwear, with her hands cuffed behind her, was to bend her legs. But when she did that she couldn’t slide them up over her knees. She rolled about furiously without any concern of how much of her private parts she showed to the rest of us. She kept trying to twist herself into a better position. I was impressed with the amount of determination and energy the woman had despite the futility of her situation. After a minute or so of useless squirming, she tried a new idea. She decided to lie on her back and stick her feet straight up in the air, and let gravity help her out. She wiggled her legs but the elastic clung to her calves as the panties refused to drop. All she managed to do was put her naked bottom on display to the rest of us. Exhausted and out of ideas, she finally let out a sigh of defeat and dropped her legs down. She turned over to look at us, and her face reddened when she realized we had all been watching her.
Her struggling must have given Cindy and idea though. The brown haired girl scooted herself over to me and again tried to talk to me through her gag.
“Ah thimm ah gamm puumm yurrr paannth upphh.”
I had no idea what she was saying as she turned around and backed herself right up against me. Her cuffed hands began blindly exploring my legs.
I let out a little squeal of surprise. This isn’t the time to get friendly, I thought. But I quickly picked up on her real intentions.
Cindy’s fingers had found my shorts and she tugged on them as best she could and started working them up my legs. I tried to help her by lying down on my back and raising my legs and then my hips off the floor. Cindy was able to slowly inch my shorts up my thighs, but getting them up and over my hips proved to be more of a challenge. Her fingers twisted and pulled without much leverage, and I received several inadvertent pokes into my groin as her hands rubbed repeatedly over my panties until my shorts were eventually back into their proper position.
She looked at me with satisfaction and I nodded back to her.
“Thannths” I gurgled.
Then we both looked down at her shorts and knew what we had to do next. We reversed our positions and our roles. Now my hands were the explorers as she lay down and presented her hips up to me from behind. I struggled with the task though. I was too nervous and self conscious about where my hands were going to be as effective as she had been, and once my fingers were brushing against her panties, my hands started trembling. Oh god, this is taking forever. My face was bright red from the embarrassment and I could see Rachel and Sara watching me intently. I closed my eyes and concentrated on finishing as fast as I could. Eventually I managed to get Cindy’s shorts back in place.
I looked back over my shoulder at her to see how I had done. She briefly smiled at me behind her gag but then glanced down at her chest. I gulped. Now she wants me to cover her breast too! I rolled my eyes in frustration. Cindy rolled onto her side and, reluctantly, I laid down close to her and backed myself into position again. I could hear Cindy’s breathing quickening in anticipation as my hands drew close. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and waited while I mustered some courage.
OK, I can do this; try to relax. Gingerly, I reached out my hands toward her bare breast. I felt the soft orb and the hard nipple almost instantly. Cindy inhaled sharply and let out a soft moan. My fingers were shaking as I cupped my left hand around it gently. I squeezed her breast to make it as small as possible and used my right hand to pull her top up to cover it. I tucked her in as quickly as I could and then pulled away without daring to look back at her. My body was trembling from the mixed feelings of shame, nervousness, and… …and something else. Arousal? No, I shouldn’t feel that way from touching a woman, but why else was my heart beating so fast and my breath so quick? I decided not to dwell on it and just stared into the corner as I tried to control the butterflies that were swirling in my stomach.
Cindy’s breathing eventually slowed to normal and she sat up again. But I wasn’t looking at her or anyone else for that matter.
“Manthha” Cindy called over to me.
I refused to look.
“Manntthaa” she insisted.
Sheepishly I turned to look at her.
She tilted her head towards Rachel and Sara. “Gee thuumm hemmm themmph”
I gazed over to Rachel and Sara who were anxiously awaiting our help. Cindy didn’t wait for my answer and started scooting herself over to Sara. Grudgingly I headed for Rachel.
Once again I found myself backed up against a shapely young woman with my hands fondling her legs in search of her clothing. I helped Rachel with her panties and worked them up her legs and thighs. Once they were high enough, Rachel was able to reach them with her own hands. She spared me further embarrassment, and pushed my hands away. She decided to do the rest herself, even though they ended up a bit crooked.
Cindy had already finished helping Sara and now we were all finally decent again. The four of us collapsed in exhaustion onto our backs and sides. My body felt completely drained, both physically and emotionally. I just lay there and rested as best I could.
I heard voices talking out in the main room so I tried to concentrate on the conversation taking place. Our captors were deep into a heated discussion about something. I listened for a few minutes. Unfortunately I couldn’t gain any information at all because their entire conversation was in Russian. It sounded like it would be going on for a while so I eventually turned my thoughts to getting free again.
The layout of our “prison” was rather ingenious. Even though any escape attempts would be unseen, the open doorway meant that they could easily hear any sounds from inside. Plus we had no way of knowing if someone was standing guard just around the corner. If we attempted to look we risked getting into trouble. With no doors or windows, the only way out was through the doorway and towards the enemy. Even though I was fairly confident that, by working together, we could undo the ropes on our ankles and the gags in our mouths, I knew we had no key for the handcuffs. I didn’t even know which one of them carried the key.
Rachel just lay there, almost catatonic, and Sara rested herself again. My jaw was aching from the large rubber ball forcing it wide open. I considered working with Cindy to undo our gags but I feared retaliation should they come back and check on us. Cindy must have reached the same conclusion because she made no attempt to rid herself of the gag either.
Then I heard a set of footsteps approaching.
The red haired Anya appeared in the doorway. She held a bottle of water in one hand and a handful of cloth strips in the other. I eyed her warily as she approached us. What was she going to do with those?
She knelt down in front of Rachel and gave her a kind smile.
“Anya thought you girls might need a break from those nasty gags,” she said. “But don’t get any funny ideas, because Anya can always turn you over to the men if you give her any trouble.”
She selected one of the cloth strips and tied a large knot in the middle of it and then knotted it again, over the first, to make it twice as big. Then she helped Rachel sit up.
“Here sweetie, let Anya take that off. No screaming or biting mind you.”
Rachel remained motionless as Anya reached behind her head and unbuckled the ball gag. She pulled out the slick ball and picked up the bottle of water. Rachel licked her lips and worked her jaw muscles. Anya waited patiently for Rachel to finish. Then she removed the cap and raised the bottle to Rachel’s lips. She let Rachel drink a few swallows before pulling it away. Then Anya brushed her fingers over Rachel’s cheeks.
“You were crying,” she said as she wiped away the streaks of tears.
“Thanks,” Rachel whispered weakly, grateful for the sudden kindness.
Then Anya retrieved the cloth with the knot in it and lifted it up to Rachel’s mouth. Rachel clamped her mouth shut.
“You’re going to have to take this honey. Anya can’t leave you ungagged. Sergei wouldn’t permit that.”
Rachel considered resisting her, but then reluctantly opened her mouth.
“That’s a good girl. This won’t taste as bad as the other one and should be more comfortable for you too.”
Anya gently wedged the knot between Rachel’s teeth and tied the cloth off behind her head. The cloth was still tied very tightly but at least Rachel wouldn’t have to keep her jaw open so widely. The cotton fabric would now absorb any drool. Anya then gathered up the strips of cloth and moved on to Sara.
She removed Sara’s ball gag and gave her a quick drink from the bottle as well. Then she knotted another strip as before.
“Why are you d-d-doing this to us?” Sara asked, with a touch of fear causing her voice to waver. “Please let us go.”
Anya ignored her query and pushed the knot between Sara’s quivering lips. She tied off the cleave gag with a sharp tug to tighten it.
Cindy was next. I looked over at Cindy with some anxiety. I knew that she might try something again and I was worried that she would do something stupid that we would all pay for. Cindy looked over toward me as Anya knelt down behind her and knotted another cloth. Then she began unbuckling Cindy’s gag. I shook my head at her. Don’t you dare try anything. Cindy must have understood my warning look because she remained calm when her ballgag was removed.
Anya moved around to the front of her and brought the water bottle up to Cindy’s lips. Cindy tried to gulp down as much water as she could in the short amount of time she was given. When Anya pulled the bottle away some of the liquid spilled onto Cindy’s chin and dribbled down the front of her top. Anya put the bottle down and then reached out her hand to touch Cindy’s lips. She gently rubbed the moisture away along her lips and chin.
“You are very pretty my dear,” she cooed.
She brushed the hair out of Cindy’s face.
“You have very beautiful eyes……. and lips,” she said as she brought her mouth in close.
Cindy grunted and twisted away.
“Get off me you crazy bitch!” she blurted as she turned her back.
The red haired woman took a furtive glance at the doorway and quickly grabbed the knotted cloth and brought it around Cindy from behind. She pulled it into Cindy’s mouth, stifling the insults that came next. Anya jerked on the ends hard, which elicited a moan from Cindy. She tied it off roughly and with much anger. The corners of Cindy’s mouth were pulled back painfully as the gag was made much tighter than the other’s. Anya grabbed Cindy’s chin and twisted her face towards her and started to say something but then stopped herself. She seemed to forcefully calm herself down as she relaxed her grip and began slowly stroking Cindy’s cheeks instead.
“You are mad at Anya? Is she not pretty like you?”
Cindy just glared at the woman, not knowing what to expect from her should she respond.
“Anya will show you how sexy she is and you may like her then, no?”
She left her lovely captive mumbling vehemently behind her new gag as she picked up the water bottle and the last cloth and turned toward me.
She was smiling very oddly now and I could sense something was up. She knelt down in front of me and began tying the knot in the last cloth as I knelt across from her, sitting on my ankles. She leaned forward and reached behind my head for the buckle. Her chest came right up to my face and I couldn’t help but notice the swell of her breasts over the top of her low cut shirt. She seemed to be taking her time undoing the straps and then she leaned in even closer. My eyes had no where to look but down her top. I wasn’t the least bit surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I closed my eyes to the sight but the aroma of her aroused body filled my senses.
Finally I felt the straps loosen and she plucked the ball from my mouth. A line of drool trailed from it briefly, before dripping onto my cheek. She pulled away, but only long enough to set the gag off to the side. She came back and straddled herself over my lap putting a knee on each side of my thighs. My face was now at the same level as her chest again. My heart started pounding and I swallowed nervously at her closeness. She gently lifted my chin with her right hand so that she could look into my eyes and brought her left hand up to the side of my face.
“Let Anya clean you off,” she said, as she ran her fingers over my cheek.
Her fingertips caressed my skin and eventually found their way to my lips, wiping away the saliva as she went. They continued their path in reverse over my lips again and back along my cheek, touching me softly. My skin was sensitive around my ear and I let out a small shiver when she lingered there. She smiled at my reaction as she tickled my skin gingerly. I felt my skin warming to her touch and the butterflies returning to my belly. Something began to stir in my loins.
Anya looked at me with lust in here eyes and then leaned back a bit and crossed her arms over herself. Suddenly she lifted her shirt up above her breasts and pulled it off, over her head! She tossed it aside, displaying her naked chest proudly. She ran her hands over her mounds, massaging them for a moment or two as my eyes went wide.
“Wh… wh….what are you doing?” I stammered nervously, looking down at her aroused nipples.
“Shhhh…” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “Don’t speak.”
She lifted the bottle of water in her right hand and used her left hand to slowly guide my head into her bosom. Grabbing a handful of my hair she tilted my head to the side and turned my face up a little as she lowered the water bottle.
“Anya knows you are thirsty,” she said huskily. “How about something wet to put on those luscious lips of yours?”
“Please d…” I whimpered.
I intended to complain but it was interrupted by a cascade of water as she poured the remainder of the bottle’s contents over her own breasts and into my open mouth. I swallowed some of the water but most of it just ran down my chin and onto my shirt. Anya let the empty bottle fall from her hand so she could use it to grab more of my hair as she shoved her breasts into my face.
“Oh!” she moaned softly as she rubbed her wet mounds over my lips, eagerly.
I coughed and slobbered from the mouthful of water and naked flesh as I struggled for air.
“What the hell are you doing!” a woman’s voice suddenly shouted.
Anya released me instantly and backed away, scrambling for her shirt. I looked up to see Tatiana standing in the doorway with both hands on her hips and her face boiling with anger. Anya put her shirt back on in haste and then picked up the knotted cloth.
“Anya is just re-gagging the prisoners like you said.”
With that, she shoved the gag into my mouth and quickly tied it off.
“Oh, really? It looks to me that you were enjoying yourself a little too much again. I told you that… I… was to be the first one to have fun with them.”
She marched over and pulled Anya up by her hair.
“Now get your ass back out to the meeting. The boss, ….or should I say… your boyfriend, is waiting for you.”
She shoved the red head towards the doorway angrily. Anya started to leave and then turned to give a retort.
“Watch it, Tatiana. You’ve been getting out of control a bit yourself lately. It won’t take much more for Sergei to get fed up with you and turn you over to Igor. He’s already told Anya of the delays you caused earlier.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Sergei, or even Igor. So don’t go making threats at me young lady. Sergei put me in charge of the prisoners and said I could deal with them as I wished. There isn’t anything wrong in having some fun with them, and I’ll even let you get a turn too if you’d like. Just remember you wouldn’t be here at all if Sergei weren’t in love with you. You almost screwed up the last mission because you couldn’t keep your clothes on.
Anya didn’t have a response to that so she just turned and left.
“I swear that girl is crazy,” she said to no one in particular, shaking her head.
Tatiana turned her attention back to us.
“Well, hopefully you all got a drink because you won’t be getting another one for a while.”
She stared down at the four of us and then noticed the front of my clothing was soaked, and laughed.
“It looks like you’ve had a little more drink than you could handle. Or were you expecting a wet T-shirt contest?”
I looked down at myself and groaned in dismay as my white top had turned transparent from the water. My lacy bra was clearly visible now and my nipples were showing through the thin material.
“Nice boobs.”
I turned my body away from her in shame.
“I also see the four of you have been busy getting dressed again. Well, I commend you on being clever and agile enough to pull that off. Tonight we’ll see how agile you are at some other things.”
She turned and left as we pondered what that last remark might refer to. Whatever it was it didn’t sound very appealing.
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