Russian Roulette
By Otto
Formal information: A kind reader informed me that the Russian secret police called "Ochrana" wasn´t established before 1881. Since the mistake is done by now, I´ll only change it in the chapters to come, but at least I wanted to share this information with you.
Chapter Two
After some two or three hours, Nadeshda had definitely realized that following the traces of Mistress Natalya`s abductors alone was not one of her best ideas: her backside felt sore from riding without a saddle, she was tired and she had more or less got lost in the forest. Besides, the coach horse was patient, but not very docile. Nadeshda cursed and tried to keep her eyes on what seemed to be the trace of horseshoes in the snow. Suddenly, she heard a knocking sound. Nadeshda slipped from the horseback and crouched behind a nearby bush. When she carefully spied towards the sound, she saw a man wearing peasant`s clothing chopping wood. Was he one of the abductors? What could she do, alone and without a weapon?
The man had stopped using his axe and stood up, his back towards the girl. Without turning around, he spoke: "Mistress, please feel free to approach, it seems more polite to me to talk to me than to hide like a burglar."
Nadeshda gasped. How had he recognized her? He turned around.
"Living in the forests sharpens the ear. But please, come over and follow me inside. Be it ever so humble, there`s no place like home. And at least, I can offer you a drink and a warm place near the fire."
The man smiled and Nadeshda reluctantly went over to him. He was quite young and though he wore plain clothes, he seemed clean and was well shaved. "Perhaps one of Duchess Oksana`s foresters," she thought. Anyway, since he had already seen her, she hardly had a choice and so she followed the man inside.
The hut was indeed warm and, having introduced himself as "Ivan", the man offered Nadeshda a mug with warm wine. She sipped it with a sigh of joy, then she started telling Ivan everything about her predicament - leaving out, of course, the fact that she had been trussed up nearly naked.
Ivan looked at her: "So, you said they spoke French with an accent, but not like we Russians do."
When she looked up with astonishment, he smiled and said: "Mais oui, I`ve not been a forester all my life. But what`s more important, I know that two men - and two women - have been around here for about one week by now."
Nadeshda frowned. "Well, I ought to know about everyone strolling around in my forest, shouldn`t I?"
Ivan told the truth, but he didn`t mention that "his forest" was normally not inhabited by more than three people, including him. The other two were the foresters of Duchess Oksana, who had been trying in vain to catch Ivan for some ten years: ten years since he had run away from his job as a chamber boy and started a living as an outlaw. Ivan was far from being famous - or rather infamous - but he was still free and his own lord. Ten years!
"So you know where we can find these thugs?"
The girl forced Ivan`s thoughts back to reality. "Em, yes, I know where I can find them, but I don`t think it´s a good idea that you´re accompanying me. You better stay here, safe and sound."
"B-but..." -
"No buts-- I´ll just take care of your security, then I´ll see what I can do for you." Having said so, he pushed the only cupboard aside. A small door appeared behind it, and Ivan opened it.
"Please, Mistress, follow me into my little hideout."
Slowly, Nadeshda entered.
"Wow!" She really was impressed. The room did not have more than some ten square yards, but it was equipped with a bed, two upholstered armchairs and a carved cupboard. The floor and the walls were covered with expensive blankets.
Then, Nadeshda suddenly shivered. How could a simple forester pay for all this luxury? She spun around, but Ivan had already closed the door and stood between her and any possible escape.
"I-I-I´ve changed m-my mind, I´ll j-just w-w-wait outside-"
Ivan smiled and grabbed the petite girl´s wrists, firmly but not painfully.
"You see, I have changed my mind, too. Whatever these guys who kidnapped your mistress have in mind, it´s something against the law. That means, that it is about money, more or less. And that´s the point where I´m interested. But I don´t want any young lady´s maid crossing my plans, even if she´s as pretty as you." He looked directly in Nadeshda´s grey eyes.
She squirmed and screamed: "Help! What are you doing? Let me go! Help!"
Ivan took her wrists in one hand and lifted them above her head, so that Nadeshda stood on the tips of her toes. With his other hand, he clamped her mouth shut.
Nadeshda was feisty, but her strength was no match for the strong man; he just let her continue thrashing, moaning and twitching, obviously enjoying her futile efforts, until she had calmed down.
When the handgagged girl had stopped mmmphing, he said: "Well, sweetie, seems that I´ve just got the better arguments and that you`ll stay here. Nod, if you understand!"
He increased his grip, squeezing her wrists and making her mew with pain.
"Do you understand?" He increased the pressure. Reluctantly and with tears in her eyes, Nadeshda nodded.
"Good" - with a smile, he released her. Immediately, Nadeshda tried to run for the door, but Ivan just leaned against it and laughed.
"My, my, it seems that you´re still a bit - uncertain - about your position here. My house, my rules. Let´s start with rule number one: girls within these walls are entitled to wear the finest silk - or nothing!"
Nadeshda looked at him with dismay.
"Yes, my dear, unless you don`t want me to do it for you, please strip."
Nadeshda shook her head no and stepped back to the opposite wall. "P-please, no, I-I´ll-"
"Just be quiet and get started. You will be naked within the next few minutes anyway, but perhaps you prefer not being hurt in the progress."
The shivering girl saw no point in being defiant any longer. Sobbing quietly, she slipped out of her torn dress. Standing there in her crumpled white slip, she looked pleadingly at Ivan.
"Get on with it."
Nadeshda obeyed and stepped out of her boots, followed by her woolen stockings. After a last useless break, she let her slip fall and stood there naked, one arm trying to cover her breasts, the other hand covering her pubic area.
"That`s much better. Now, put these on."
Ivan handed Nadeshda a pair of long, white brocade gloves.
The girl looked puzzled and he smiled: "The finest silk - or nothing."
Putting on the gloves meant that Nadeshda was no longer able to hide her charms and Ivan liked the show the naked girl offered to him. When she again stood there with crossed arms, he ordered her to sit in one of the armchairs.
"These gloves, to be honest, have another purpose, my dear. They will make the ties I have to apply to you feel less painful. Please, put your arms on the armrests."
Nadeshda looked pleadingly at him, but Ivan just took some ropes and tied her wrists and elbows to the respective armrests. Having done so, he went to the cupboard and took some coloured cloths out of it. One scarf he wrapped tightly around her left underarm, further tying it to the armrest. Having done so, he knotted it off tightly under the armrest, then he repeated the procedure to her right arm.
"And, just to make sure you don`t chew on these ropes…" Ivan took another piece of silk, this time it was light blue. Nadeshda recognized that it was a pair of lace panties.
"This is one of my former feudal lady´s, Oksana´s, but I hope you like her taste as well." He approached Nadeshda's mouth. She shook her head and thrashed wildly with her unbound legs, but Ivan just grabbed her hair and forced her head as far back as the headrest allowed. Then he stuffed the panties into Nadeshda´s unwilling mouth. She screamed into the cloth, tried to bite Ivan and fought the intruding mass of silk with her tongue, but to no avail. Millimetre by millimetre, Ivan forced the knickers he had stolen the from the laundry room at Krasnaja Ljubila deeper between Nadeshda´s lips. Her cheeks bulged, her tongue was forced deep into her throat and the vile taste of another woman`s body and perfume came to Nadeshda´s senses. The girl retched and let out faint groans.
Even Ivan was sweating slightly, when he had finally stuffed all of the silky cloth behind Nadeshda´s lips, forcing her mouth wide open. He tied a big knot into another scarf and pressed the knot on the gag, then he tied it off in her neck with great strength, making Nadeshda moan with pain. Ivan took the long ends of the scarf, brought them to her mouth and tied them off there with great ferocity, pushing in the knickers slightly more. When he was finished, the once again thoroughly gagged girl looked at him with wide eyes, her big bust heaving from heavy breathing.
He still was not finished. Taking yet another scarf, he folded this into a broad band and tied it over the gag, covering her mouth from nose to chin.
Then, he reached for a long black silk shawl and tied it to Nadeshda´s right ankle. She moaned and tried to resist, but, using the shawl as a leash, he forced her right leg over the armrest. She fidgeted and groaned, but he pulled her right foot as far back and as high as he could.
Nadeshda had no other choice than to squirm and to try to give her crotch a little protection by pulling her left leg to her body. Ivan once again bent Nadeshda´s head back as far as possible, then he pulled the shawl over her face. With a fast grip, he took the girl´s left ankle and bent this over the armrest, too. Nadeshda shrieked when her crotch opened and her whole body was strained. Ivan pulled until Nadeshda´s both legs were bent as far back as they could, then he pulled them up as much as her suppleness allowed, all the time keeping the shawl pressed over the girl´s face. When he tied his final knot, Nadeshda was forced to sit obscenely spread in a very uncomfortable position and could not bring her head to an upright position. When she tried to bring her feet down or her legs even slightly together, this brought pain to her neck. When she tried to lift her head, her legs and feet ached. Further, the shawl acted as a blindfold and added to the already stifling gag in and around her mouth. All Nadeshda could do was wriggle her gloved fingers or her toes. Content, Ivan watched his naked and now totally helpless prey.
Nadeshda sqirmed in vain and screamed into her mouth-filling gag when Ivan started to caress her neck and throat. She wanted to fight him off with everything she could - but this was virtually nothing. Beating, kicking, thrashing - her unyielding bonds prevented her from doing so. Shouting, pleading, arguing - all this was stifled by the strange woman´s knickers filling her mouth to capacity. Nadeshda could only utter the faintest of squeals and groans. So, sobbing quietly into the cloth covering her eyes, she tried to prepare for the inevitable. Perhaps, since she could not put up any resistance, he would at least not hurt her that much.
At present, he seemed to have no intention of hurting her at all. He still stroked her throat with gentle fingers. Then, he started massaging her shoulders, firmly but far from being brutal. After a while, he caressed her armpits. "Uuuhhhnnng", the bound and gagged girl uttered softly. His fingers found their way to Nadeshda´s breasts. Of course, she knew that nearly every man was fascinated by her big boobs, and some had already touched them, whether with or without her consent. But this felt - better.
"No!", she thought with astonishment, "he is just abusing me!" - "But he´s more gentle than every man that´s touched you before", another voice deep inside her replied. Nadeshda knew she should hate this, but it just didn´t feel - well, bad enough. Indeed, it felt not bad at all.
"Ohummphh. Nnnnnngnnnng!" Ivan´s fingers had taken care of her nipples, playing with them. Then, he shifted his position and kneeled between her widespread legs. He started kissing her nipples that quickly hardened. Whilst licking them, slightly biting them and sucking on them, he kneaded her heavy breasts, adjusting to the rhythm of her breathing.
"Mmmmhooouuuummmmm! Uuuuuhhhmmmmmm! Ooooohrrrrrrr!"
Nadeshda more and more gave up her inner resistance. This was - definitely! - very pleasant (well, more than that) and she had the brilliant excuse that she could do absolutely nothing against being manhandled. Nadeshda felt a growing warmth within her womb and she felt a strange tingle in her pubic area.
"Ooooohhhhmmmmm! Nnnnnn!"
"Damn this cruel gag for preventing me from screaming out my passion!", Nadeshda thought unwillingly. Yes, it was definitely passion she felt - more and more. The girl wanted Ivan to continue - or to even go further.
"Mmmhuh?"
Ivan had again shifted. Whilst his hands still caressed and fondled her breasts, he started kissing her right knee. Slowly - too slowly! - his lips and tongue wandered along the inside of her spread right thigh. Nadeshda trembled and tried to adjust her bound body to bring her now swollen clit nearer to his mouth. When he was millimetres away from her labia, he turned his attention to her left knee, repeating his slow journey to her middle. Nadeshda moaned and groaned and moved as much as possible under his touch. Then, then-
Then, Ivan just placed one soft kiss on her aroused sex, and stood up.
"Well, enough for now. I nearly forgot to look for your mistress. See you."
The deep, disappointed groan from Nadeshda's gagged mouth was surprisingly loud. Smiling, Ivan packed a bag with some things. Then he went out of the hidden room, pushed the cupboard back in its place and went on to where he thought the abductors of Natalya could be.
***
"Damn this Newton guy for inventing gravity!", Giselle cursed into the cloth stuffing her mouth. She vaguely remembered that this was not quite correct, but her ability to think clearly was seriously decreasing. Her body still pressed on the knotted rope that in turn pressed against her most intimate part.
In the first minutes after their departure, Giselle and her equally gagged and trussed up companion had tried to fight their bonds or to attract anyone´s attention by screaming into the cloths - and knickers - gagging and blindfolding them. This had been to no avail. After a while, they had heard nothing but the steps of their horses and once and awhile a soft moaning from one of the girls. When they continued riding, the crotchropes that both had just tried to ignore before fought its way back to awareness. The knotty rope constantly massaged Giselle´s most sensitive part and all the small movements she could make only made things worse. In the beginning, it was just annoying, but more and more her body responded to the perpetual caress. She breathed deeper - difficult enough with her mouth thoroughly stuffed and even her nose covered by her friend´s used knickers and a sack. Giselle panicked. This just must not happen! For the umpteenth time, she tried to work on her bonds with numb fingers, but by now they were cold and nearly useless to her.
"No! I won´t allow this to happen to me!", she thought when the rope obviously ignored her sense of purity and modesty. One knot pressed exactly against a spot Giselle had hardly known about before and this sent shivers through her whole body. She tried to adjust it, but when she pressed her now wet sex stronger against the rope, the feeling was just - overwhelming.
Again, she tried. "Uuuhmm! Hurrrrr!", she uttered, when the caressing of her crotchrope felt like icicles - very, very smooth icicles! - deep inside her. "No, I must - fight - this", she thought, but she continued thrusting and moving her pelvis.
"Ooohuummmm! Mmmmnnnnmmmmm!" Giselle more and more lost control. She moved faster and faster and pressed her swollen clit harder and harder against the knots. Though she was actually quite prudish and had had hardly any experiences with men before, by now, she was all lust and desire. Giselle panted through her gags and hoods. The scent of Cherie´s perfume and body somehow added to her arousal.
"Mmmhuuuhmmm! Nnngggg! Hrrrrrrrr! Ohmph!" Giselle could not hold on any longer. With a last throaty groan she thrust her womb forward and climaxed as heavily as her stringent ties allowed her to do.
"My, my!", she heard a voice say when her mind had come more or less clear again. "Your little friend over there had her fun some twenty minutes ago, but it seems that you are the real volcano of you two!"
A bucket of icy water could not have worked better on Giselle´s mind. "What have I done?", she thought in panic and embarrassment. "Now she must think I´m just a whore! And she´s right! How could I let myself go that way?"
Tamara interrupted her thoughts: "Don´t worry, we are just among us three girls around here. And since you will be bound, gagged and blindfolded for the next few hours, perhaps this is a good idea against the tedium of our journey. Actually, I`m quite envious!" She laughed heartily. Giselle blinked away her tears and tried to calm down. This was by far the greatest humiliation of her life, but now she could do nothing about it. She swore to herself that her revenge on Tamara would be very very gruesome.
***
When her four captors had left the hut, Natalya started working on her bonds. She was still embarrassed and slightly frightened, but now she had had a whole night to calm down.
After they had stripped her from her dress and boots, they had allowed her to keep on the rest of her clothing. She still wore her opaque white slip and her corset, and beneath it her silk stockings and knickers. Nothing too much would be revealed to a potential rescuer. She was tied hand and foot to the bedposts and though they had spared her from being gagged during the night, now she was again gagged with the cloths stuffing her mouth and cleaving her lips. Natalya hadn´t understood much about her captors´ plans, since they had spoken English all the time, but it sure had something to do with Marion - Natalya´s "twin sister" - replacing her and to try something against the Tsar´s family. If only she could get loose! Natalya would have preferred to be rescued by a handsome young lieutenant - that might make it not too bad to be bound, gagged and scantily clad - but she knew that time was of the essence, so she concentrated picking on the knots of her ties. She was so busy loosening the ropes that she didn´t notice the slight movement by the window.
Ivan looked at the woman on the bad, bound and gagged and wearing a white slip, and he understood. Well, not everything, but quite a lot. This girl looked exactly like the one that had left the hut a few minutes ago, accompanied by another girl and the aforementioned two men. This was hardly a coincidence! Ivan´s brain worked quickly. If he would take the girl himself, perhaps he could blackmail her abductors. He wasn´t interested in politics, he only saw an opportunity for making some money. When he had started his outlaw career, Duchess Oksana had started to seek revenge by punishing his family, so he had helped them leaving the area before her henchmen could inflict more damage than whipping his father and brother. Now, they lived in poverty near the Ural and Ivan did his best to be a pain in the Duchess´ ass. He knew that a brutal vendetta would only lead to his capture and death, so he confined himself to stealing from Oksana. Some of the money even found its way to the Ural. Ivan grinned when an even better plan came up in his mind and he slowly entered the hut.
"Mmmmh! Uhhhmmmm!"
Natalya raised her upper body and looked directly at him. At first, she was a bit disappointed, since this seemed only to be a simple footsoldier or forester. Then, she slightly blushed because she remembered her arms and part of her cleavage being uncovered. The man slowly approached.
"Mhrrr! Ohmmmph!", she groaned, trying to accelerate his moves. What was this idiot waiting for? She certainly would have to complain to his officer about him.
"Are you Lady Natalya?", he asked.
She nodded angrily and waited for to be released at once.
Instead, he sat on the bed - how could he dare to behave like this! - and looked into her blue eyes.
"Well, I´m sure you would like your predicament to end as soon as possible, am I right?"
Natalya fumed. Did this idiot think this was some sort of game? She mumbled something into her gag, but he just repeated his question.
"Am I right?"
Staring daggers at him, Natalya nodded. First, she had to get free and to warn the Duchess. Later, she could have this fool flogged for his behaviour towards a lady.
The man smiled. "Well, then I think you`ll agree to my plan. This night, I´ll help you replacing your -eh - twin and to clear things up at Krasnaja Ljubila. But before, I´ll take care of you. It´s not appropriate to my plan if anyone sees you for the next 20 hours, so I´ll take you with me. You will perhaps be happy to meet your little lady´s maid, Nadeshda, again."
Natalya´s eyes widened. What was this all about? The man rose up and opened his bag, pulling out some silk scarves and cloths.
"Before we leave, I sure have to take some precautions."
Natalya shrieked when he loosened her left arm, only to tie her elbows tightly together with one of the silk scarves. "Just to avoid ropemarks", he said, then he tied her elbows with some rope, too. He freed her other arm, brought her palms together and wrapped her hands in silk before tying them with another piece of rope. Natalya´s breasts thrust out once more and she let out an angry and painful groan.
Ivan took a vicious-looking knife and she fell silent. Methodically, he opened her corset and cut it away. Then he cut open her slip and pulled it from her body.
Natalya moaned and squirmed, lying topless in front of him now. For a few seconds he admired her pale skin and the rosy buds, then he cut the silk slip into long pieces. Having loosened her foot ties, he sat on her ankles before he opened the buttons and bands of her knickers.
Natalya squirmed and thrashed as much as she could, but he pulled the panties down to her knees, loosened her garter belt and pulled down her silk stockings as well. Despite her resistance, he managed to tie her thighs with a silk strip and rope, cinching the later. He repeated the procedure just above and below her knees.
Then, he set on her knees, pulled the crumpled garment away and thoroughly tied her feet and big toes, even cinching the latter tie.
He stood up and watched the naked girl squirm for a while. Natalya was too angry to even care about being stark naked in front of him. She tried to kick him and shouted into her gag.
"My dear, I´ve always thought that the nobility has to get stripped of their privileges and I have to start somewhere. Besides, you´re much more likely to stay with me like that. In your current situation, rescue by some foresters or soldiers isn`t the best of all possibilities, eh?"
Ivan waited until exhaustion forced Natalya to stop fighting, then he loosened her cleave gag. He helped her to spit the soaked rag out, but before she could do or say anything, he pressed her balled knickers on her lips and squeezed her nose shut.
"They´re bigger and the fine silk fills every open crevice", he explained whist he shoved the used knickers deeper and deeper into the retching girl´s throat and cheeks. Having finished stuffing her mouth, he took a silk scarf and wrapped it tightly three times between her lips and around her head, then he retied the original cleave.
"Mmhhuummm!"
"Yes, I know, you still can make too much noise. I´ll see to that."
Ivan took a piece of her slip and tied it over her nose and under her chin, forcing her jaws closer together and making breathing a bit difficult. Above, he tied a woolen shawl the same way.
"Mmhhhm. Ouhmmmph!"
"Much, much better. Now, for one last thing..."
Whilst Natalya fought for breath through the layers of silk and wool blocking her nose and mouth, he took a last piece of rope and tied it around the naked girl´s slim waist, pulling it quite tight. Natalya found still some resources for fighting within her, when he pushed the dangling end between her thighs. Despite her squirming, he turned her on the belly and pulled.
"Oohhmmm! Uuhhch! Nnnngnnnngnnnnn!"
When the rope had sunk deep inside her, he tied it off to her wrist ties. "Just to remind you every second who´s in command now", Ivan said.
Natalya desperately tried to find a position that made the crotchrope less painfull and disturbing, but found out that this was virtually impossible.
"Mmmheeee! Uuuhhmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Ivan had unfold the woolen blanket from the bed on the floor. Quite unceremoniously, he put Natalya upon it and wrapped her tight. Finally, he tied the ends with two more ropes, making her look like a giant - and slightly squirming - candy. He listened carefully, but the cocooned girl could not make a sound that could be heard for more than a few feet. Content, he quickly looked the hut for values, then he lifted her on his shoulder and hurried for his hideout.
***
"All right, ladies, there we are!"
Giselle needed a few moments to realize the horse had stopped. She was so exhausted that she had spent the last hours in some state of semi-delirium. During the journey, she had fought bravely against her treacherous body´s attempts to get more pleasureable climaxes from the crotchrope - a fight she had only lost two more times. So, by now she was just sore and tired and only kept awake by the desperate urge to pee.
She vaguely felt her ties loosening and a hand pulled her from the saddle. Unable to stand on her weak legs, she landed on her backside. After what seemed ages, she was able to pull away the sack and the now totally sweaty knickers that clung to her skin.
She blinked into the light and for the first time since their departure, breathed air through her nose that was not mixed with Cherie´s odour.
When she looked around, she saw the sweat-covered face of Cherie who was just working on her gag - and Tamara, standing a few yards away holding a gun. Giselle loosened her gag and spat out the soaked lump of cloth.
"All right, we haven´t got all day. Just take the dresses from the trunk and change. And stay where I can see you."
By now, Giselle realized they were on a small clearing and that Tamara already wore a dress.
"We-we can´t change here", Giselle stammered, but Tamara just pointed at the trunk with her gun.
"If I could, you may also. Besides, there´s no one to watch."
Reluctantly, Giselle and Cherie got up. But before she could do anything else, Giselle had to obey nature. In front of Tamara´s prying eyes, and blushing all over, she lowered her trousers, pulled away the dreadful crotchrope, crouched and relieved herself. An equally embarrassed Cherie did the same moments later. Then, the two girls quickly changed into their maid´s dresses, consisting of stockings with garters, a linen slip and a plain dress. They also found two pairs of shoes in the trunk.
"Right. Just put everything in the trunk and hide it in the bushes. But before, put on these!"
Tamara pointed on their knickers, lying crumpled on the snow.
"No, please, that´s disgusting!"
"Who´s in charge?", Tamara asked and lifted the gun. The two disgusted girls obeyed. The garment was still wet and smelled from the sweat that had soaked it for many hours. "They will dry on your hot loins quickly", Tamara giggled when Giselle and Cherie had put on their damp panties, their facial expression showing their difficulties in getting used to it.
"So, here´s the plan. Orlow wanted us to enter just as normal visitors, but since you two look a bit - dissarranged, I decided that we pretend being robbed. We will mount the horses and ride like hell, since the palace is only some three miles from here. Please, do not try anything stupid. Just think of your country´s benefit or of the reward. Now, let´s go!"
Giselle and Cherie considered running away, but knowing Tamara was right, they just tried to keep up with her.
Within 15 minutes, they approached a large house - the word "palace" was definitely an exaggeration. Entering the yard, Tamara dismounted and talked immediately to a tall man wearing a red uniform.
"Please, help us, my maids and I were robbed and could only save our naked lives!"
Giselle shivered when the word "naked" was mentioned, this reminding her of her past ordeal. But she had to admit that Tamara played her role well. For her and Cherie, looking frightened and embarrassed was just how they still felt. The man frowned, but having taken care of the horses, he quickly led them inside to a small room. He knocked and, having heard a female voice calling "come in", they all entered and he closed the door behind them.
A blond, elegantly dressed woman sat behind a desk and looked at them questioningly. Giselle, Cherie and Tamara all gasped in unison. This sure couldn´t be-?
"No", the woman said, anticipating their question. "I´m not our beloved successor´s wife, Katharina, it´s just family resemblance. I´m Duchess Oksana Romanova, her grand-grand cousin."
In fact, since her relationship to the future tsarina was rather remote, Oksana did everything to increase the family resemblance. She wore her hair in a similar style, had even dyed it to a more bright blond, and dressed similar. They were of about the same age, Katharina being 32 and Oksana 34, and height (5` 3``) and - though neither Oksana nor Katharina would have admitted that! - both women had a slight tendency towards overweight.
"But let´s not talk about me, let´s talk about you. What leads you to my house without any appointment?"
"They say they were robbed-", the butler began, but Tamara interrupted him, telling a dreadful story about their narrow escape from the clutches of some evil thugs. Alas, Oksana seemed less impressed than intended.
"So, you`re telling you managed to escape?"
The three girls nodded emphatically.
"Well, just two hours ago, my grand-niece approached, telling me more or less the same story. And since I have known my grand-niece since she was a child, I tend not to believe you."
Tamara started to talk, but Oksana had pulled a small gun from her desk´s drawer.
"Stop it!", she called in a harsh voice. "I don´t know who you are or what you intend to do, but the secret police sure will. Within the next few days, some officials will arrive here. Until then, I will take care of you. Dimitri, please help me to get these - ladies - to the cellar."
The butler, who had also pulled a gun, opened the door.
Giselle froze when she followed the others down the stairs. Tamara´s cunning plan had worked out for just a few seconds. Now, she and Cherie were again in the clutches of her enemies.
They were forced into a small room of about two yards in diameter that had no windows.
"Now-strip!", Oksana ordered.
"Oh no, not again", Cherie muttered, but with two guns pointing at them they saw no alternative but to obey.
Despite her fear and the humiliation of having to undress in front of the gleeful looks of the butler, Giselle enjoyed the thought that at least Tamara had to endure the same.
When they were all three stark naked, the butler had brought a strange device that looked like a large wooden board with three circular openings in it. Whilst Oksana made them stand side by side, the man opened the device and lifted it up.
"A pillory", Giselle thought and indeed, soon their necks were locked within the openings and the heavy board rested on their shoulders.
"Just tie their hands and gag them, then we can leave them here for the next two or three days."
Tamara tried to speak, but the butler just stuffed her mouth with Cherie´s still damp panties and tied a strip of her slip between her lips. She retched and moaned, trying to cope with being gagged with another woman´s used - and pretty sweaty - underwear.
"Obviously, she is not experienced in what she forces others to suffer", Giselle thought, but she was interrupted when the butler gagged her with Tamara´s black knickers and a cleave. Again, she had to endure the taste of a strange woman´s perfume and body.
Having gagged Cherie with Giselle´s knickers, he took the arms of Tamara, who stood in the middle, and shackled them behind her back. Then, he took hold of Cherie´s arms, made the reluctant girl embrace Tamara and cuffed her as well. Giselle was forced to embrace Tamara, too, before he put some manacles on her. The three naked girls now were much closer to each other than any of them liked. Having groped them a bit, the butler took their remaining clothes with him and locked the cellar door.
"Mmmmhmmmm!", Tamara groaned.
"Hrrrrrr! Ummmph!", Giselle and Cherie answered, staring daggers at the Russian woman for getting them into all this. Though their heads were only a few inches apart, the pillory prevented them from working their gags free. Giselle remembered what Oksana had said about "two or three days" they were intended to stay like this. It was fear for her neck more than courage that kept her from fainting.
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