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.