Russian Roulette
By Otto
Chapter Four
Nadeshda moaned with frustration. None of her writhing and flailing had brought her any closer to freedom. All the knots were too well applied and well out of reach from her fingers, even though she had tried really hard. The gag hadn´t loosened a millimetre, nearly choking her. The pressure from the narrow leather strap had gone from inconvenient to intolerable, but she could do nothing to get some relief.
Then, there was the crotch rope. That damn, mean crotch rope! It held a constant pressure to her pubic area, but it was impossible to decrease - or increase - the slight teasing. Nadeshda's pussy was swollen and slightly wet, the pungent fragrance tingling her nose. But despite her increasingly energetic moving of her pelvis and womb, she just wasn´t able to get herself over the brink. She had to endure an endless state of semi-arousal, this making it difficult to concentrate on anything else, for example working on her ties.
However, suddenly the bundle on the bed, which she knew was the bound and gagged Marion, attracted Nadeshda´s attention. The blanket more and more unfolded, revealing the forms of a stringently bound and hogtied woman whose head was hooded by some kind of silk bag. When Marion continued wriggling and squirming, Nadeshda could see the tight leather thong that disappeared between her legs, cleaving her sex in two. Nadeshda sighed with compassion. Whilst her own crotch rope was only inconvenient - well, very inconvenient - this was no less than torture.
Nadeshda couldn´t help admiring the girl. She worked continually on her bonds, ignoring the pain and the fact that she was virtually immobilized. Her thrust out breasts seemed to point directly at Nadeshda. Suddenly, she must have had a partial success. Her hogtied body stretched and the crotch rope seemed to loosen. Nadeshda let out an encouraging squeal. Now, the girl rolled over the bed, her fingers groping for the bed posts. Once she had touched one, Marion crawled over and started to rub the cloth tied over her hood against it. After what seemed ages, she managed to slip it from her mouth and chin and with some more wriggling and rubbing, she managed to get the pillowcase from her head. Nadeshda gasped. The sweat-covered, gagged face indeed looked exactly like Lady Natalya!
Now, Marion used the bedpost as a hook to get the cleave-gag from her mouth. When it hung loosely around her neck, the girl slowly proceeded in getting a large, dense packing from her mouth, moaning and retching in the progress. Finally, a giant white lump of cloth fell to the bed.
"Is there a knife or something around?", the girl asked Nadeshda after some panting. Nadeshda shrugged, she just hadn´t thought of any possibilities of freeing herself.
Marion looked at her with anger, then, she brought herself in an upright position. She looked around and saw a knife lying on the table. Determined, Marion managed to stand up and hopped over to the table, her boobs bouncing in the progress. She sat on the edge and reached for the knife. With admirable energy, the now sweat-clad and heavily breathing girl managed to cut her hands free.
"All right", she panted, "I´ll come over to you. You´ll have to cut my ellbow ties."
Marion hopped over to Nadeshda´s chair and sat, directly between the girl´s spread tighs.
"Hmmmph!"
Marion ignored Nadeshda´s confusion about the great proximity of another nude woman to her exposed form and went to work with the knife. Concentrating on her work, she finally managed to saw through the thong pressing Marion's elbows together. With a sigh of relief, Marion again took the knife and worked on her leg bonds, pressing her firm butt against Nadeshda´s exposed pussy.
When she had freed herself, Marion stood up, staggering slightly after having been tied for such a long time.
Nadeshda moaned with anticipation. Now, she would be freed and they could make their escape! But instead of working on her ties, Marion put the knife back on the table.
"Mhmmmmm! Ohuuummmmph!", Nadeshda protested.
Marion bent forward, not so gently kneading and squeezing Nadeshda´s boobs.
"Sorry, big tits, but who do you think I am? I will just get some clothes and try to get back to the palace, trying to save the situation. For you, I just don´t have any more use. Just hope that our abductor doesn´t take it out on you that I´m gone!"
Despite Nadeshda´s desperate mewing and flailing, Marion put the sodden knickers that had gagged her on the oven for drying and started to look for something to dress. After some minutes, she put on her knickers, cringing her face a bit. Then, she put on a shirt and pair of trousers and slipped into a pair of boots that were too big on her petite feet. Taking one of Ivan´s coats, Marion left the now deeply frightened Nadeshda alone.
***
The bedroom of Duchess Oksana had become something like the headquarters of a conspiracy. Tamara, Giselle and Cherie debated what to do with their now six captives. Immediately after Natalya and Vera had entered the boudoir, they had been led over to the bedroom at gunpoint. Now, they sat on two chairs, their hands tied tightly behind their backs and gagged with napkins stuffed into their mouths and cleave-gagging them. Natalya was too shocked to say much, but Vera continued to mew and grunt through her gag.
After a while, Tamara had ordered the butler to fetch the maids one by one. He had first hesitated, but obeyed more willingly after Tamara had offered him 500 roubles. It took some time until he appeared carrying a still bound and gagged Dunja in his arms. The naked girl screamed with panic into the knickers filling her mouth and crawled to a corner of the room, when Dimitri had dumped her on the carpet; obviously, the butler had taken advantage of the maid´s helpless predicament. It was the same with Irina and Olesya, whom he fetched afterwards. Now, the three girls half lay, half sat in the corner, closely watched by Dimitri and obviously suffering from not being able to cover their exposed, naked forms.
The Duchess did not only suffer from the physical loss of her dignity and modesty. Since her tieup, she had been completely ignored as the nominal mistress of this house. The three women had not only taken away her clothes and jewelry, they were giving orders to her butler, and acting as though they were now in charge. She had fumed and screamed into her gag and thrashed about, but no one took notice of her, except for some lustful views from Dimitri. So, the naked, spreadeagled women had no other choice than to wait in enforced silence.
Giselle was just arguing with Tamara about whether to put all the captives in the prison cell or to keep them here - a debate accompanied by fearful moans from the terrified maids - when Cherie suddenly looked out of the window and yelled: "What the devil´s that?"
The others and Dimitri watched. A blond girl in men´s clothes ran across the yard. She looked exactly the same as Natalya, who tried to attract no one's attention by just sitting quietly in her chair. "Dimitry, bring her upstairs", Tamara ordered. He obeyed.
After a minute, they heard muffled screams and Dimitri reappeared, dragging a squirming Marion with him, firmly handgagging her.
They sat her on another chair and tied her hands behind her back. Then, they approached the now alerted Natalya and Vera. Both girls desperately tried to speak through their gags. Giselle and Tamara ungagged them and soon the three were shouting and arguing.
Natalya insisted upon Marion and Vera being British agents, Marion accused Natalya of trying to steal her position as a relative to the Duchess, and Vera tried to play the "I´m just an innocent maid" card.
Annoyed, Tamara ordered the three to be gagged. Then, she just waited till every girl had stopped moaning and doing gag-talk.
"Phew, this whole situation is becoming more odd by the minute. Well, if one of you", she addressed Marion and Natalya, "is an English spy, then at least we´re on the same side. Though the situation is serious, I'm sure we can come to terms."
Giselle frowned. She was not sure if Orlow would agree to Tamara´s independent and wilful interpretation of secret policy.
"But the real Lady Natalya, however, is a problem. And an even bigger problem is that naked beauty over there", she pointed at Oksana, who mewed in alarm.
"They are members of the Russian nobility, and I´m sure they won´t forgive us what we did so far. So - what - shall - I - do?" She had become quite vocal and Giselle feared that Tamara was near to another attack from panic.
Suddenly, Vera tried to speak through her gag. Questioningly, Giselle went over and pulled the cleave from her mouth. Vera spat out the rag, coughed and said. "Please, My lady, I can tell who is which. Marion, the English agent, has got a red birthmark beside her - her puss-,eh… beside her pubic area." Natalya felt ice run down her spine whilst Marion mewed through her gag. Of course, Vera must have seen Marion in the nude. She definitely had no such birthmark. But how could they give proof to that?
She got her answer immediately after. Tamara approached her and began to raise her skirt. She bucked and tried to kick her.
"Get hold of her, quick!", Tamara ordered.
Natalya flailed and thrashed about with her legs, but Dimitri clamped her upper body from the back, pinning her to the chair, whilst Cherie and Giselle each grabbed one of her legs. Despite her squirming and fidgeting, Tamara raised her skirt and chemise, revealing the knickers. Then, she pulled them down just enough to closely examine Natalya´s crotch. The girl blushed all over from the humiliating procedure. Tamara even let her finger run through her pubic hair, examining the area for at least three minutes, ignoring Natalya´s muffled screams. She rose up again, leaving the clothing of her victim crumpled and disarranged.
"No birthmark. Let´s just see the rebuttal." Unlike Natalya, Marion endured getting her trousers and knickers pulled down without resistance, though slightly reddening. After only a few seconds, Tamara seemed satisfied and even pulled Marion´s clothes back in place.
"It seems we found the real Lady Natalya. Now, my English colleague, here´s the deal. We´ll free you and your accomplice; as a quid pro quo, you´ll take care of these two", she pointed at Natalya and Oksana who moaned with fear. "I don´t care what you do to them, just get them somewhere where they are out of sight for the next few weeks. Just stay out of my sight and survive." After a moment, the still gagged Marion nodded.
Tamara made Dimitri free Marion and Vera. Marion said: "We'll do as you told us, but please, let me send Vera to our men outside to assist us with these two at dawn. I promise you, we will be in Sweden by tomorrow evening."
Tamara nodded. She didn´t know wether Marion was trying something, but she just felt confident.
When Vera went for the door, Natalya tried an escape. She raised from the chair and made a run for the door. After two meters, her still loose panties slid down her thighs, entangling her legs. With a shriek of fear and frustration, she slipped. Dimitri grabbed her and Tamara pointed at her with the gun.
"All right, bitch, you want it the hard way. Now, prepare for punishment!"
She yanked open Natalya´s dress. Then she ordered Dimitri to take a good hold on Natalya and took a pen knife from the desk. Natalya stared with widened eyes and didn´t even dare to move a muscle. With madness in her eyes, she ripped and cut Natalya's clothes, until she only wore her panties. These, Tamara ripped from her witha brutal yank, making the girl shriek with pain into her gag. Tamara panted and she sweated slightly.
Now, she forced the naked girl to walk over to Oksana's bed.
"Since you two will spend a lot of time together from now on, there´s no better time to start than just now. But first-" She balled up the torn panties and roughly pulled Natalya's cleave-gag away. Then, she pulled out the rag, replacing it with the torn underwear. Since they had been stolen from Oksana's dirty laundry, Nadeshda and then Natalya had been gagged with them, then Natalya had worn them. Now, the foul-tasting undergarment was forced to go into Natalya´s mouth again. She really fought it, but she had not the slightest chance against one strong man and three women against her.
Once her mouth was stuffed full, the cleave was brutally reapplied. Now, Tamara turned her eyes on Oksana who looked back with sheer fear.
"Perhaps, you´d like to use these on her? It would only be fair, something we English like."
Marion had taken the opportunity to get herself a fresh dress from Oksana's drawers. Now, she offered the panties she had worn during her escape to Tamara, who smiled and took the silk wad from her. Then, she loosened Oksana's cleave and pulled out the soaked rags from it.
The Duchess tried to avoid getting another woman´s dirty underwear into her mouth, but Tamara just squeezed one of Oksana's nipples. Her painful squeak was stifled by the mass of silk that was prodded deep into her cheeks and throat. This gag was less vile than Natalya´s, since these knickers had only been worn and worked as a gag for the same woman, but it was still an awful and humiliating gag.
Tamara tied the cleave back in place, then she turned back to Natalya, ignoring Oksana´s retching.
"All right, cut her hands loose and grab her, one person at each limb", she told Dimitri, Marion and her colleagues. The four obeyed.
"Now, lay her atop of her Highness", she ordered. The squirming girl was lifted up, belly down.
"No, turn around! Tie her feet to her Highness's hands and vice versa".
Now, Natalya squirmed as much as she could, but she was no match to four enemies. Under her, Oksana tested her unyielding bonds, thrashing and flailing about and screaming into her gag frantically. Showing perfect teamwork, they tied Natalya´s wrists and ankles to Oksana`s ankles and wrists, spreading her. Natalya recognized with horror that her head was only inches away from Oksana´s pubic area and arched back as far as she could. This made her own pubic mound press on the Duchesse's face, who tried to turn her head and tried to buck off the girl lying on top of her. Tamara laughed. "What a lovely sight. Have some fun, it´s only six hours till your departure." Smiling, she took a seat and enjoyed a very special rodeo show.
Natalya felt like being on a raft at wind force ten. Oksana squirmed and thrashed, trying to get her body away from Natalya, obviously totally unaware that Natalya would have preferred nothing more, and just couldn´t do it. Being bound limb to limb, she was forced to endure the Duchess's flailing, their naked and increasingly sweaty bodies rubbing and squeezing against each other. Natalya's head bounced involuntarily, forcing her nose and mouth against Oksana's sex again and again. In addition, the woman screamed through her gag in a way that Natalya could feel the vibrations between her legs.
"Uuuuhhhhmmmmmph! Mmmmmhhhhrrrrrr! Hnnnnnnngg! Ohummmph!" Natalya moaned, too, since she had absolutely no control over their movements.
Giselle was the only one who was not all fascination. She could see that Tamara's face had slightly reddened and that she was panting with opened lips.
"If we weren´t here, she sure would reach under her skirt", Giselle thought. With dismay, she saw that Cherie seemed to enjoy the show in a similar way. Dimitri just seemed to suffer from a sexual overload. Though the long coat of his uniform covered his manhood, the look in his face told her that he wouldn´t have noticed if she had hit him with a hammer. The butler was all but drooling. Marion, on the other hand, remained cool, obviously thinking "better her than me."
After a few minutes that seemed much, much longer to the participants, exhaustion forced Oksana to stop her efforts. She lay in enforced quietness, covered with sweat - hers and Natalya's- all over and panted heavily through her nose, sending small blows of hot air against Natalya's left inner thigh. Natalya, glad that their ordeal had at least come to a break, lay on top of her, her chin resting on Oksana's pubic mound. She was panting heavily, too, being too worn-out to even sob. When she more and more realized what had happened, she took the only exit appropriate for a lady and fainted, escaping the horrors of reality for the moment.
***
Ivan was quite content with his talk to Benson and Carlyle. Of course, they had tried to attack him, but not only had he emerged triumphant in the fight, they also had listened to his offers afterwards. It was all quite simple: they had to pay him 1000 roubles and he would hand them over their accomplice, so they could try again whatever was their plan.
When he entered his hideout, he at once recognized something was wrong. First, he thought that the foresters or the soldiers were in and waiting for him, but soon he found out he had been outwitted by his insufficient skills in tying knots. Obviously, Marion had freed herself and ran away, leaving the still trussed up and gagged Nadeshda behind.
He cursed and kicked the table over, making Nadeshda´s eyes grow wide with fear. Ivan forced himself to calm down.
"Not your fault, my dear, not your fault!" He took his knife and approached her.
"Mhhhuhhhmmm! Hrrrrrrmmmmm!"
The naked girl squirmed in her bonds and flailed about with her lower legs.
"Hold still!", Ivan ordered. He stepped behind her and carefully cut the leather band around the outer layer of her gag. Then, he removed her arm bonds. Whilst the puzzled Nadeshda worked on her gag, he collected her clothes and boots and threw them to her. "
This place isn´t safe any longer. The soldiers may come any moment. And since I can´t take you with me, you can go to the palace as well. It´s not my favourite choice, sweetie, but it´s the best for the two of us."
Meanwhile, Nadeshda had pulled the soaked knickers from her mouth. She said nothing, just breathing heavily and looking at him with mixed feelings. This man had kidnapped her, bound and gagged her, stripped her and he had touched every part of her body, but he had also never been rude - and he had brought her pleasures she hadn´t known before. Obviously, he seemed to understand.
"Hey, perhaps we´ll meet again," he said. "But now, hurry up!" He kissed her gently on the lips, then he turned to his cupboard, collecting his money and weapons. Nadeshda still didn´t move.
"Hurry up, or I´ll have to whip you out of here!", he shouted without real persuasiveness. Slowly, the girl put on her clothes, then she left the hut, tears forming in her eyes, whether from relief or sadness she couldn´t say. Ivan hesitated for a moment, then he picked up the panties that had gagged Nadeshda before. "Just a souvenir", he thought, before disappearing into the forest. He suddenly smiled when it came to his mind that Nadeshda had a souvenir of their days together, too: obviously, she had simply forgotten to remove the crotch rope.
***
"All right, just don´t come back to soon", Tamara said to the two men and two women leaving the yard in an open sleigh. Neither Marion nor one of the others answered. She sure wasn´t defeated, but she would have to get away with Vera and the men before any attempt of a comeback, so she just ordered Benson to get them to their hut straight away.
At the rear of the sleigh, a crate was tied to the frame. Inside this crate were Oksana and Natalya. Before being forced inside, they had been tied at wrists, elbows, ankles and knees and put into strict hogties. Though this had been painful, both naked women had been glad they didn´t have to endure the close skin-to-skin-contact any longer.
But the relief was short-lived, since Tamara seemed to have endless resources in humiliating ideas.
Giselle and Cherie had freed the totally frightened girls after a while and ordered them to get dressed. They had obeyed more than willingly, much to Dimitri`s displeasure. But Giselle had persuaded the others that they needed the servants to present a more or less normal appearance to the palace´s domestic staff in the adjacent buildings. Dunja, Irina and Olesya were promised some money and were far too frightened to try anything against their new mistresses, whilst Dimitri had changed his loyalty like a jacket. He even accepted Giselle´s order to stay away from the maids without complaining. Obviously, he thought that his new job would consist of watching - and sometimes touching - helpless naked girls every day.
First, she had taken the three pairs of knickers that had formerly belonged to Giselle, Cherie and herself. They had then been used to gag first them and then Oksana's the three lady´s maids. Now, Tamara took the still damp knickers that belonged to Cherie and pressed them under Oksana´s nose.
Oksana moaned with disgust and tried to turn away, but Tamara grabbed a fistful of her long hair.
"Oh, come on! You forced me to taste these. Gentle as I am, I only forcing you to enjoy the fragrance!", she hissed, then she forced the knickers over the squirming Duchess's head.
Oksana moaned, making the damp silk bulge when she breathed out, but, stringently bound as she was, couldn´t manage to wriggle the dreadful hood off.
Natalya knew what was coming when Tamara turned her attention to her, holding Giselle´s knickers in her hand, but she was too groggy to put up any resistance, since this would have only postponed the ordeal for a few moments anyway. Motionless, she endured being hooded by the white garment. The odour of sweat, perfume and another woman´s body was overwhelming, but Natalya bit down on her gag, trying to ignore the attack on her nose. Shortly uncertain what to do with her own worn knickers, she finally pulled these over Oksana´s head, too, causing the Duchess to moan and retch with sheer nausea.
Satisfied, Tamara ordered the maids to fetch a crate and with the help of Dimitri, she put Natalya in, forcing her to lie on her left. Then, Oksana was stuffed in, this time they put them face to face.
It took Dimitri a great deal of pushing and prodding to get the two naked girls side by side, but he didn´t complain. He especially took the opportunity of groping Oksana´s form, obviously not thinking of her as a superior any more.
The lack of space forced the two as close together as one could imagine. Their thrust out breasts were mashed together and down below things were little better: their bellys and laps were as closely together as their boobs, and their mounds were so close Natalya could still feel Oksana´s pubic hair brushing and tickling her private area. She only prayed that Oksana wouldn´t start flailing and sqirming again. This indeed failed to happen, but when the crate was closed and carried to the sleigh, this movement forced the two naked, bound and gagged girls to bounce and shift helplessly. This increased when the sleigh went off, driving them to an uncertain fate.
***
Nadeshda had run through the forest until she came up to a road on which she stayed, knowing this would lead her to a town or village. She had been crying for a while, being uncertain whether she wanted to see Ivan again alone or together with the crowd watching his execution. But now she just wanted to get somewhere to know about what had happened to her mistress.
Suddenly, she encountered a strange tingling between her legs.
"Oh no, the damn crotch rope", Nadeshda thought. All the time she had been too busy worrying about what had happened that she had just forgotten to remove it. She hid behind a bush and was just about to lift her skirt, when she heard sleigh bells. First, she wanted to stop the upcoming sleigh, but the last two days had taught her to be careful. So, she crouched behind the bush and waited. She could see the open sleigh and -
"Naouhmmph!" She stopped herself from calling out her mistresses' name by pressing her hands on her mouth. This girl looked like Natalya, but in the cold air she could hear her talking - neither in Russian nor in French, the only languages she and her mistress were able to speak.
"This must be this horrible Marion", Natasha thought, hiding deeper behind the branches. Marion sat there with another woman and a man, whilst another man was steering the sleigh. When they had passed, she quickly thought whether to follow the sleigh or to choose the opposite direction.
"If this Marion is still free, then Lady Natalya is in great danger. But she is quite safe at Krasnaja Ljubila" - at least that was what Nadeshda thought - "and perhaps I can find out what they´re planning,"
So, she followed the tracks of the sleigh, whilst a pale full moon lit her way.
***
"If these Englishmen come back, we´ll have a problem", Tamara said. "But I don´t think they will try so until the next two or three days. They have to deposit the Duchess and her grand-niece somewhere, since I doubt they will just kill them. They´re of some potential value, anyway. Then, they have to work out a plan that will get them inside these walls, since they know we´ll be expecting them. And with some luck, the imperial entourage will approach within the next 24 hours. They usually only stay for one night, since this palace isn´t quite befitting their standards and they only come here to see her distant relative - who had to retire to a sanatorium unfortunately two days before, too late to send a letter. This night, we have to do our best."
Though Tamara seemed confident, Giselle was doubtful. This plan had more holes than a peasant´s sock. The heir and Katharina would believe the story about the sudden illness, but what if the maids talked?
Now, they were too frightened to even think about it, but perhaps they would feel encouraged with half a company of the imperial guard under their roof. And perhaps Dimitri would decide that another change of sides would be more appropriate for him. Or just one of the servants from outside the main house would become suspicious. "We´ve got a snowball´s chance in hell", she thought, exchanging a sorrowful glance with Cherie.
***
The sleigh stopped about a mile after it had passed Nadeshda, at the hut where Natalya had already spent one entire night two days before, though she didn´t know anything about their driving route, being bound and gagged in the crate, pressed firmly against the equally nude forms of Duchess Oksana. To Natalya´s great relief, this time Oksana had renounced to flail about and so they had just rubbed and squeezed their bodies even closer together, trying to fight the cold coming from crevices in the crate. The cold and the constant teasing had hardened both their nipples, but none of the girls realized that. They just concentrated on breathing through the knickers stuffing their mouths and covering their heads. None of them tried to utter a sound, since conversation was virtually impossible. They just tried to relax as much as they could in their current plight, for they both knew the arrival would bring new ordeals.
Bringing in a gush of cold air, the lid of the crate opened. Quite unceremoniously, Benson and Carlyle grabbed Natalya and carried her into the hut, where Benson immediately started to light the oven. Marion quickly repeated her orders to Vera:
"As I told,you go to the other hideout, three miles from here. We stay here and think of what to do next. Tomorrow, I´ll send over Benson or Carlyle. Just hurry up, I don´t want our honourable guest to freeze."
Having said so, she squeezed Oksana´s erect nipples, causing the woman to let out a gagged squeal. Then, she shut the lid and went inside the hut. Vera let crack the whip and soon the sleigh had disappeared in the dark.
Inside, Marion enjoyed the growing warmth within the hut. She said to her henchmen. "Right, guys, at least we´re among Englishmen now. Please, put my twin in the other room, I´ll have to talk to her. Just stay outside, I want to be undisturbed for the next hour."
The two obeyed and dumped Natalya on the bed in the said room. When they had left, Marion entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Carlyle shrugged and fetched a bottle of vodka, and soon they were drinking, whilst they discussed quite vocally what was going on behind the door.
Meanwhile, Marion had sat on the bed and pulled Natalya´s head into her lap.
"My, my, what shall I do with you, my pretty image of me?", she asked, pulling the panties off Natalya´s head.
"Mhmmm!", the girl answered, avidly sucking in some fresh air.
"Of course, I could kill you, but that would be such a waste of beauty", she purred, gently playing with Natalya´s left nipple.
"Mhrr!"
"Oh, don´t be like that! I´m sure you-" CLONK!
A metallic sound interrupted her talking and suddenly her eyes rolled and she fell over.
"Mhmmpf?" Natalya squirmed to see what had happened. Beside the bed stood Nadeshda, holding a frying pan in her hands. Natalya moaned with joy and relief, but Nadeshda told her with a handsign to shut up, pointing to the door. The two talking and laughing men could clearly be heard.
"I´ve seen you from the outside. You´ll be free in a minute", she whispered, already working on the cleave-gag. Having loosened it, she helped Natalya getting the totally soaked knickers from her mouth.
"Ah, thank you, my dear. Quickly, me and her", she pointed at the unconscious Marion with her chin, "have to change roles."
Nadeshda looked questioningly.
"I need to put on her clothes anyway, since there´s no other dress in here. And if we run away through the window, they´ll hunt for us within the next 20 minutes. The only chance is that I leave this room as Marion and they think I´m still here, bound and gagged. I think, I´ve got an idea that could get us about one hour before they discover their mistake. Just remember exactly the way I´ve been tied and gagged." Reluctantly, Nadeshda went on with freeing her naked mistress from the bonds.
***
"There we are. I hope you had a pleasant trip?", Vera asked scoffingly, pulling the still bound and gagged Oksana inside the little hut. A retching sound came from beneath the hood.
Vera closed the door and set fire to the oven. Then, she turned her attention to her naked captive, pulling the two used knickers from her head. She playfully turned away from the gush of sweat and other fragrances reaching her nose.
"Phew, quite musty, I don´t understand why you´re wearing these over your lovely face", Vera mocked. "Or, was it just you had no other choice, my little, naked, helpless beauty?"
Oksana uttered an indignant sound, too exhausted to do more. Her face was covered with sweat, despite the cold that had been within the crate. She just concentrated on breathing fresh air again.
"Oh, I´m not sure what my colleagues have in store for you, but I can promise you that it will make amends to the boredom of being our prisoner so far." Oksana´s eyes widened and Vera giggled. "Oh yeah, you´ll have some experiences you have never thought about before, even in your wildest dreams. Very, very interesting experiences." She laughed at the bound and gagged woman and then, leaning forward to her, she giggled: "I´m almost envious of you!"
"Well then, perhaps your near future contains some unexpected suprises, too", a man´s voice said from behind her. Gasping, Vera turned around. A tall man stood in the room. A scar on his left cheek was the first thing she recognized. The second thing was the gun he held in his right and that was pointing directly at her head. He spoke again.
"Since you obviously like surprises so much, I can help you. Let´s start by getting a bit more familiar. Remove your clothes, and I mean everything."
***