„First, I thought that we had a little dispute. But now, I am afraid that we are having a rather severe problem.“
When an exhausted Fjodor had returned, telling the others that Olga had disappeared, Nymphadora had risen and looked at Dorothea and Sally who were both sitting at the floor, trying to remain calm.
„Please, let at least the girl go. She`s got nothing to do with that all, she`s innocent“, Dorothea pleaded in English.
Sally rolled her eyes and hid her anger behind a cough. The girl! What was Dorothea thinking she was? Sure, it had been just three months since she had celebrated her 18th birthday, but she was not a tender blossom. And, speaking of innocence, she had lost her virginity three years ago and never regretted that so far. And since their adventure with the spies a few days ago, she had learned that being mistreated and manhandled did not break her will. However, she appreciated Dorothea`s attempt to be gentle.
But Nymphadora had other plans in mind.
„We will try to get our – eh – pawn back, but since she has escaped at least for the moment, we will have to leave asap. And besides, we will need a plan B – and that involves you, at least that blonde girl. Has someone ever told you that you`ve got a somehow Russian appearance?“
Dorothea looked at her questioningly and answered:
„Well, the last time I had some Wodka, I found out that I prefer wine. However, I have to admit that I am not the world`s greatest fan of communism.“
For a few seconds, it seemed that Nymphadora had become somehow weaker and softer. But then, she pulled herself together and said:
„Then, you may be glad to hear that we are not working for Stalin or his party. However, we can discuss all this later, for now, we have to leave. Say goodbye to your friend, we unfortunately have no use for her.“
Dorothea wanted to protest and she felt Sally reach for her hand, but Nymphadora smiled. It was some kind of a wolfish grin, but what she said was at least a bit soothing:
„No, don`t be afraid, we are no murderers. We just will leave you here, stowed in a way that you can`t alert anyone for a day or so. do you want to go to the bathroom before?“
It was meant as a mockery, but Sally rose and replied:
„Perhaps, that would be a good idea.“
She approached the bathroom door, but Nymphadora waved towards Wladimir who followed her inside.
„We can`t take risks“, he said and sat on the bathtub`s rim, looking at Sally who now was feeling a bit less confident. She thought of going back to the sleeping room. If she had understood their captors right, they wanted to tie her up and she was sure that she would find a way to get free sooner or later. But if she would fail, she at least wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
„Could you please turn around?“
„Oh, are you shy, little girl?“, Wladimir asked with a grin that made him look like a boy. Sally showed him her middle finger. Then, she reached under her dress and managed to shimmy down her panties without lifting her skirt too much. Then, with some more contortions, she sat on the toilet seat, trying to drape her skirt over her thighs. She blushed slightly when she saw that Wladimir still was amused and even giggled slightly.
„Shall I turn on the water, or whistle a melody?“, he asked.
Sally glanced at him and hissed a curse in her Scottish dialect that included some vivid assumptions about the size of Wladimir`s manhood.
„I just wanted to help“, he said and shrugged. Sally sighed, closed her eyes in self denial and peed, just to make him fall silent. Then, she rose, adjusted her underwear and smoothed down her skirt. When she flushed, she could see also some respect together with amusement in Wladimir`s eyes.
He brought her back in the sleeping room and took some rope from a bag. He tied her wrists tight, but not brutal, followed by her elbows. Then, he tied her legs together at ankles and knees. Wladimir then took a roll of tape and wrapped some rounds over each of these ties. Dorothea wondered why they didn`t use the leather sheath on her. With some unpleasant anticipation, she then thought that they had perhaps reserved it for her.
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Now, Sally`s mouth was stuffed with a huge wad of cotton wool and then, some 20 rounds of tape were wrapped over the lower half of her face. Then, the two men grabbed her by her shoulders and legs and heaved her into the box.
It was now or never! Dorothea made a move towards the door, but she had definitely underestimated Nymphadora. The Russian kicked away her legs and Dorothea landed heavily on the carpeted floor where only the softness of the carpet and the size of her boobs prevented further damage.
„Uff!“, she uttered when she felt Nymphadora`s boot in her back.
„Mhhmmph!“, Sally added. Dorothea turned her head and saw that Sally now was sitting inside the box and that one of the men closed the lid. What she couldn`t see was that Sally`s skirt had slid upwards and that her white panties were clearly visible. Wladimir had seen it and smiled slightly. Sally noticed it, too, and though he had just before already seen her underwear even better, she could not help blushing slightly. Then, the lid was closed and locked and the suitcase was again pushed under the bed.
„Now for you, my wilful friend. You will understand that we will now take some precautions. Get up!“
Nymphadora took her foot from Dorothea`s back and the blonde obeyed. The Russian looked down on her and ordered:
„Now, pull down your panties!“
„Hm?“
Dorothea raised an eyebrow, but her three captors just waited. So, she opened her long coat and began to fumble under her skirt until she could pull down her lacy blue panties. She wanted to step out of them, but Nymphadora told her to stop.
„So, whatever this means, they don`t want to gag me with these“, she thought with relief, remembering too well how it was to be gagged with her – or, even worse, with another woman`s! - used underwear. Then, she could see that Nymphadora had taken the leather strap the other woman had tied around her waist and between her legs before from the floor.
Dorothea bit her teeth together when the Russian women pulled up her skirt and began to tie the belt around her waist. The other woman had been more petite than her and so, the belt was buckled extremely tight and Dorothea could not help emitting a small grunt. Then, her eyes widened involuntarily as Nymphadora brought the remaining thong between her legs and even splayed the other`s labia a bit to get the leather strap exactly between her soft flesh. Then, she buckled it so tight that the men had to grab Dorothea`s arms and legs to prevent her from flailing. She squealed with pain and humiliation, but she oppressed her scream and looked at Nymphadora with tearful, but defiant eyes.
„That should keep you from too much abrupt movement!“
She smoothed Dorothea`s skirt. Then, she reached for her drawer and gave the blonde who was just trying to cope with the line of fire between her legs a pair of long, black leather gloves. Dorothea did not understand what this was about, but she put on these gloves. Now, Nymphadora produced an equally black pair of handcuffs. With considerable glee and taking her time, she worked these under the waistband of Dorothea`s skirt and pushed them under her crotch strap before letting the cuffs dangle over the waistband. She pulled Dorothea`s skirt back in place and then, she cuffed her wrists. The German soon understood the arrangement. If she tried to beat someone or to move her hands upwards, she would pay the consequences at her most intimate area.
Smiling almost friendly, Nymphadora pulled Dorothea`s panties back in place. A leather belt was then slung around her legs, right above her knees, and buckled tight. Then, she closed the buttons of her coat before she once more turned to her cupboard, producing a selection of scarves and a hat with a veil.
Though time was at the agenda, the woman took her time in gagging Dorothea securely. She moistened a large scarf before she could press it to a hard, dense ball the size of a fist. This was forced as deep into Dorothea`s mouth as the strong Fjodor could manage. Dorothea could not help retching when a silk stocking was tied between her lips. Then, Nymphadora produced a roll of flesh colored tape and a knife. She cut five pieces and used the knife to force Dorothea to close her jaws the best she could. Nymphadora plastered the tape over her mouth, smoothing the edges, and even painted some fake lips over her gag with her lipstick.
Another scarf was slung over Dorothea`s hair, in a way old women would have worn it. The ends were knotted tightly under her chin, further ensuring she could not move her jaw and had to bite down hard on her gag.
With two more pieces of flesh colored tape, Nymphadora blindfolded the blonde. Then, she again used her makeup to paint some eyebrows and eyelashes. Then, the hat was placed upon Dorothea`s head and the veil was draped over her face. Both Wladimir and Fjodor had to admit that it looked quite convincing, at least from some distance.
Quickly, the men packed their belongings in a bag whilst Dorothea felt that someone took her hands into hers. Nymphadora stood close to Dorothea and caressed her gloved fingers. Then, without warning, she pulled her hands upwards with a brutal yank.
„Uuuhhmmmmmmm! Nnnngggg!“
Dorothea bucked and screamed through her gag when this move made the crotch strap cut painfully into her clit and labia. She flailed with her unbound lower legs, almost falling to the ground, and panted heavily through her nose, almost sobbing from pain.
„All right, she is silenced enough. Let`s go!“
The two men grabbed Dorothea`s arms and led her outside. She had problems to walk with her thighs bound and also, every move made the crotch strap cut into her womanhood, but the blindfolded, bound and gagged woman had no other chance than to follow her captors.
***
Some ten yards away, another young girl was facing an uncertain fate, but unlike Sally or Dorothea, Olga had limited resources of bravery. Up to the day before yesterday, she had been living the boring, sometimes strenuous, but save and modest life of a saleswoman in a fashion store. Olga, who had no memories of her parents and had been brought up in an orphanage, had been known as Olga Smith. Sometimes, this slightly unusual combination had given her a hint that the keepers of the orphanage had only known her first name and chosen to just call her „Smith“, but although she maybe had Russian ancestors, she had grown up in the London East End and never been in another country in the 19 years of her life so far. Since the orphanage had been led by Russians, she could speak that language quite fluently, but she had no further connection to the East of Europe.
Olga, though not vain, knew that she was a pretty girl and her work required that she took care of her outer appearance, but she had always considered herself as being modest and not attracting too much attention by men. She rarely went out in the evenings and since she had separated from a young coworker the year ago, there had been no man in her life. Olga hardly could be seen anywhere but at work, at the little room where she lived or occasionally in the city streets. And yet, despite she only sometimes went to the theater or cinema, hardly visited a pub and avoided night clubs, some evil thugs had chosen her to be their victim.
It had all happened very quickly. Two days ago, she had come home from work. As soon as the door had closed behind her, strong hands had grabbed her from behind and a sweet smelling rag had been pressed over her mouth and nose. Everything had turned black before she could have even thought of resisting.
When Olga had regained her consciousness, she had been bound with her arms squeezed in the leather sheath, had been thoroughly gagged and hooded and she had realized with horror that she had been stark naked. She still shuddered when she remembered how they had taken care that she could rest inside the box for some time before she had been further immobilized. Then, for countless hours, the only occasions when someone had taken notice of her was when they worked on the dreadful catheter, allowing her to relieve her bladder, or poured some liquid through the tube in her gag. They had kept her blindfolded and with her ears stuffed and not even removed her from the box and so, Olga had lost all sense of time and had spend the hours in a strange mixture of sheer horror and tedium.
Still, she had no idea what they had planned to do with her. Except for the stripping and the brutally tight strap between her legs, they had not sexually molested her – except for one occasion when someone had kissed her breasts. Olga had no money and no rich relatives and so, they hadn`t kidnapped her for ransom either.
And now, after she had been free for just a few minutes, she had fallen into the clutches of yet another villainess. When the door had been opened, she had acted without thinking and climbed out of the window. Then, this woman had let her enter her bathroom and even hidden her from her prosecutor – only to tie her up and gag her again immediately after.
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„The best hideout is a place where the enemy has already searched“, the woman, who had introduced herself as Lilija, had said and decided to leave her in the bathtub. She had ordered Olga to pull the plug and whilst the water had drained away, Lilija had tied Olga`s hands behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. Then, she had forced the girl to kneel and cuffed her ankles with another pair she slung through her handcuffs, keeping her in a mere hogtie that forced her to remain on her knees. Olga had tried to speak, but Lilija had forced her on gunpoint to open her mouth and stuffed it with a washcloth that was kept in place by the belt of her bathrobe and some rounds of tape. Then, she had almost playfully pushed Olga`s shoulders, forcing her to topple over and making her land on her breasts. Olga mmphed with alarm, but she had not been hurt and Lilija did nothing more to molest her. Instead, she left the bathroom, carefully locking the door from outside. Olga could hear some rustling – obviously. Her captor was getting dressed – and then, she heard the door.
Immediately, she tried to free herself, but to no avail. Lying hogtied inside the big, still slippery bathtub meant she could not get herself in an upright position and the smooth surface offered no opportunity to rub the tape from her face. She screamed through her gag, but though she could make some noise, she was sure that it could not be heard at the corridor. So, after a while, she was stopped by exhaustion and resignation and tried to think about her situation.
She remembered that Lilija had called her „Olga Petrowna Romanowa“. Olga wasn`t interested much in politics, but she knew that the Romanows had been the Imperial family of Russia until the Revolution. She had been a little girl then, but she knew that the Tsar had been forced to abdicate in 1917 and had been murdered together with his family a year later, during the Russian Civil War. There had been some refugees from Russia in the orphanage and they had told terrible stories about the new Soviet rulers, but except for the fact that she had some unknown Russian ancestors, this had been far, far away.
Olga Petrowna Romanowa! Did this Lilija want to indicate that she was somehow related to the late Tsar`s family? She had also mockingly called her „Grand Duchess“. Of course, like many inhabitants of the orphanage, Olga had sometimes dreamed about being a princess in reality and that once her true identity would reveal and she would ascend her throne. But this had been girlish dreams and even if it was technically possible that she was the result of an affair of the Tsar during one of his visits at London, this did not make her a member of the nobility. And yet, at least two groups of criminals thought that she was worth of being abducted and kept in captivity.
„Mmhhmmmmph!“
Olga moaned in frustration and fear. In her mind, only three possibilities seemed realistic: first, it was all just a terrible mistake. Then, it was possible that she indeed was remotely related to the Romanows and that she should play a prominent role in a coup d`etat. But then, why did they treat her with such a lack of respect?
The third possibility made the trussed up girl shiver. The Soviets had not hesitated in killing the entire family of the former Tsar and perhaps, they wanted to make sure that there wasn`t even any illegitimate descendant.
***
„At least, I am only a little claustrophobic“, Sally thought and fought down a panic attack. She did not like narrow spaces and being locked up in an upholstered suitcase that was pitch black in the inside and still smelled of it`s last inhabitant did not add to her feeling comfortable. However, she knew that if she allowed herself to panic, she would lose the tiny chance of changing her situation for the better.
So, Sally had forced herself to think methodically. Her first idea had been to work on her ankle ties, but the narrow box prevented her from bending her legs enough to reach for these with her fingers.
„At least, they haven`t used the straps or this leather sheath on me“, Sally thought. Perhaps, they had underestimated her, thanks to Dorothea speaking of her as a „little innocent girl“ and since she really looked cute.
„At least, this Russian guy seemed to have been interested in me.“
Blushing slightly, Sally shooed away that thought. This man had watched her peeing and yet, she had felt uneasy, but not as uneasy as she would have thought. If she failed in getting free on her own accord, she could try to seduce this guy.
Sally explored the walls of her box with her fingers. She could feel the leather upholstery, the seams – and something that felt like a twig. It was the thorn of one of the belt buckles. Perhaps, this could help in getting the tape from her bound ankles. With some difficulties and panting from the effort, Sally finally managed to pierce the thorn through the tape. Then, she began to writhe, wriggle and pull. She felt the sweat pour down her forehead and she grunted into the cotton wool stuffing her mouth, but more and more, she felt the tape loosen. Now, she could reach for the knots and could work on these with her numb fingers.
„Perhaps, I should stop cutting my fingernails that short“, she thought. It was quite difficult to pick on the tight knots. However, she was persevering and so, her wrists came free. Now, only her elbows, knees and ankles were tied. In addition, she still was thoroughly gagged and locked inside the suitcase.
„Mph!“
With some difficulties, Sally rotated once, always feeling for something that could help her in getting rid of her elbow tie. When Wladimir had tied her arms, she had tensed up her muscles and so, she could move her arms a bit against each other. She wriggled like an eel and rubbed her bound arms against anything that protruded into the box, for example the buckles of the restraining straps.
„I am ruining my new dress, and it cost me a fiver“, she thought with some regret, but then, she succeeded in getting the rope coils over her joints and now, it was considerably easy to work her arms out of her ties.
„Now, the rest is child`s play!“, she thought.
She resisted in pulling on her gag and instead searched for the edge of the tape and unwrapped it. She coughed when she removed the wet cotton wool from her mouth, trying to get the vile tasting fibers from her lips and tongue. She had been gagged with another woman`s panties before and she appreciated the taste of the cotton wool, but at least, knickers did not fray.
Sally panted for a while and tried to regain some strength. There wasn`t much air within the suitcase and her efforts hadn`t improved on that. The smell of sweat was quite heavy and Sally knew that she would faint if she would not be economical with her powers.
It would be almost ridiculous if her captors would come back and look for her now. She had shown her skills as an escapologist, but if they would find her now, they would restrain her even better. Sally was quite sure that even she could not escape the arm sheath and she knew that they would also not mind stripping her completely.
„The guy would like it, of course.“
Again, she could not help thinking of the younger of the Russian gangsters. There had been something in the way he had looked at her that was beyond glee or cupidity.
„Pull yourself together, girl, or you will soon find out whether he will treat you like a Lady!“, she scolded at herself. Then, she used her new freedom to find a possibility to get out of the suitcase.
It was made of thick leather and had a steel frame, but suitcases were built to withstand bumps or damages from the outside. So, the inside was less stable. Sally managed to rip away some of the upholstery and this enabled her to work on a seam with one of the buckles she had also been able to rip from the wall. It was a strenuous work and she was about to collapse from sheer exhaustion, but then, a small beam of light reached the inside. Sally had been able to get one of the leather panels loose a bit. Greedily, she sucked in some fresh air, then, she increased her efforts. The opening became bigger and bigger and when she could get her arms through it, she could reach for the bedpost. Pulling on this, she wriggled herself out of the suitcase.
„I wonder if Houdini`s looking for a successor!“
Sally quickly freed her legs. Then, she looked around for something that could help her further. Of course, the gangsters had taken away their baggage, but she could see that they hadn`t taken their possessions from the bathroom. Here, Sally took a look in the mirror and almost shyed away from what she looked. Her hair was disheveled, her face still reddened and her make-up ruined. In addition, her dress was crumpled and her stockings were clearly ruined.
„If I walk the corridor like that, the hotel`s employees will consider me a tramp or a whore from Whitechapel“, she thought, but it was Wladimir`s face she saw in front of her inner eye when she took care of her appearance. Nymphadora had left all her cosmetics in the bathroom and so, Sally washed her face and brushed her hair until she looked presentable. She renounced to put on mascara or eye shadow, but she at least freshened up her lipstick and used some of Nymphadora`s perfume. She managed to smoothen her dress, but the stockings were definitely destroyed and so, she unclipped them from her garters and took them off. It was a bit strange to wear her pumps without any stockings, but now, she was quite content with her appearance.
By rummaging through the cosmetics, she found a little pair of scissors and a nail file she took with her, too. Then, she went for the door to leave. However, the door was locked. It would have been not that difficult to break it open, but Sally didn`t want to attract too much attention and so, she decided to leave through the window.
„If that woman we freed could do it, it can`t be too difficult“, she thought.
Indeed, balancing on the ledge wasn`t that much a challenge and she could see a drain some ten yards away from which it would be easy to reach the inner court. So, Sally left, carefully looking inside the windows she passed. The two rooms between her and the drain seemed to be empty, at least, there was no light. But now, it was late evening and she did not want to wake up any sleepers, since she did not want to have an encounter with the police.
When she passed what seemed to be the bathroom`s window of the second room after the one she had left, Sally could see that something was moving inside. First, she thought that someone was just using the toilet without turning on the light and she fucked. Then, she could see that someone was lying in the bathtub in a strange position.
„A bath in the dark, and without any water, that`s strange!“
Sally checked the main room and was almost sure it was empty. Besides, the window was tipped and so, she could open it from the outside and slip into the sleeping room. Sally quickly checked the room. She didn`t dare to turn on the light, but there was some moonlight coming through the window and she could see that the room indeed was empty. Some clothes lying around told her it was inhabited by a woman – and a slightly messy one. She had just picked a silk stocking from the bed when she heard a faint sound from the bathroom.
„Mmhhmmmm! Uuhhmmmmm!“
From experience, Sally could distinguish the moaning of a gagged woman from any other sound. She sneaked over and glimpsed into the bathroom. Inside the tub, she could see a squirming, obviously hogtied woman.
Sally sneaked back to the door and listened carefully if anyone was at the corridor. Then, she went back and switched on the bathroom light.
„Mph? Uuuhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmm!“
Olga blinked at her and squirmed in her bonds, emphatically mewing through her gag.
„So, you made ten yards without getting caught again! But don`t be afraid, auntie Sally`s here on the rescue!“
„Mmhhmmmph!“
Olga now mewed almost indignantly. She obviously wasn`t in the mood for any mockery. But Sally could not help feeling superior towards the blonde. The girl was only partially covered by a towel wrapped loosely around her and she could clearly see her right breast.
„Hold still!“, she ordered and began to work on the cuffs hogtying the girl. Olga mmphed, demanding to be ungagged first, but Sally, who did not thrust the other`s self control, hissed:
„If you scream, I will not only tie and gag you again, but I will also leave at once and forgot that I have ever seen you, you got me?“
Sally had to bite down a giggle when she heard Olga swallow her next muffled scream and nod emphatically. She had been successful in opening the cuffs and left it to Olga to ungag herself whilst she began searching the sleeping room.
After a minute, Olga entered the room, staggering. She had put on Lilija`s bathrobe and was holding it close with her left.
„Th-thank y-y-you“, she stammered.
Now, Sally smiled and padded the other`s shoulders. This friendly gesture somehow broke the dams and Olga vigorously hugged Sally and started to cry. For a while, Sally consoled the distraught girl, then, she loosened herself from her grip and grunted:
„Actually, I prefer being the princess, not the knight who rescues the damsel in distress!“
Olga snivelled, then, she was shaken by a hysteric giggling.
„Please, don`t talk to me about princesses“, she breathed.
Olga began telling Sally what had happened to her so far. Sally, on the other hand, only mentioned that she and Dorothea had fallen into the hands of her original captors, too, but she concealed the fact that they had broken into the room in search of the mystery of the secret diary.
„So, counting together the details, it`s clear that they think you are a member of the Romanow family – Your Highness!“
Sally bowed and now, Olga smiled, showing how pretty she was. Then, she shook her head and told Sally that she was an orphan and had never left the country. She wasn`t even sure whether she was born in Russia or Britain.
Sally had continued to search the room whilst listening to Olga`s story. In one of the drawers, she had found some interesting things. Slowly, she turned back towards the petite blonde.
„According to your story, there are two parties who are behind you, those who have abducted you first and the woman who tied you up in the bathroom. It seems that they are not cooperating at all. And, according to what I found, I have an idea who is the employer of the woman living here. I know you are a bit faint of heart, but it doesn`t help closing your eyes from the truth. And the truth is, we have a dangerous enemy.“
She threw two things at the bed. one of them was a pistol. The other thing was a passport. The letters embossed in the envelope looked strange, but both girls knew the sign below: a hammer and a sickle, the symbols of the Soviet Union.
***