Though she knew that the fate awaiting her would not be pleasant, and though she was worried about Sally, Dorothea was glad when the car finally reached it`s destination. The trip had been quite a strenuous experience, and not only because she was bound and gagged.
The Russian`s car was a small Austin 7 – the reason why they had transported the boxed Olga via taxi – and the backseat was quite narrow for her and Nymphadora, two persons who both were tall for women. And Nymphadora had taken advantages of their great proximity.
Dorothea had tried to buck when the other woman had pulled her to her lap, but one pull on her crotch rope when she tried to resist had taught her that remaining still was the better option. So, the gagged and blindfolded blonde endured the other`s hands unbuttoning her coat and blouse and pushing her fingers into the cups of Dorothea`s bra. She wasn`t wearing a camisole, but that wouldn`t have protected her anyway.
Dorothea actually wasn`t interested in girls, but during her last adventure, she had had some very intimate experiences. And now, she had obviously fallen into the clutches of a woman that was almost obsessed with her boobs. Nymphadora kneaded and caressed them and played with her nipples and Dorothea had to admit that she at least knew what she was doing. Since resistance only meant pain, she tried to relax and soon, her mews had turned into deep groans and her nipples had grown hard under Nymphadora`s hands.
„Hey, Wladimir, keep your eyes on the road“, she mocked when the car hit a bump. The young man hadn`t concentrated completely on driving, but his mind was distracted by the other girl that currently was resting bound and gagged in a suitcase in their hotel room.
Wladimir had had not problems in how they had treated Olga – well, no big problems, at least - , but he was a bit concerned about the young brunette`s well being.
Finally, the car stopped and Nymphadora withdrew her hands from Dorothea`s breasts, not minding to close her blouse or coat. She was lifted from the backseat and grabbed by her arms. Then, she had to walk over what seemed to be a concrete floor covered with rubble. Though she felt the cold air on her bared chest, Dorothea had the feeling that they were in some large building from the echo of their steps.
After some 50 yards, the little group stopped. Unbeknownst to Dorothea, they were at the huge production hall of an abandoned factory. The machines had long been removed and so, only some garbage and old metal was still lying around. The hall was some 80 yards long, 50 yards wide and more than 20 yards high. However, the reason why Nymphadora had chosen that place to stow Dorothea wasn`t only it`s loneliness, but also a detail she had remembered from an earlier visit.
She gave some orders that were so cryptic Dorothea could not conclude what would happen next. So, she could not help moaning when she felt that her wrists were touched. For a moment, she feared that Nymphadora wanted to give her crotch rope another test, but instead, her hands were freed from the handcuffs. Before she could try anything or even rub her wrists, her arms were stretched to her sides and she felt that they were tied to a long stick. They wrapped coils of rope around her wrists, around her elbows and her upper arms, pinning her to the stick. These ropes were further secured with rounds of tape.
Dorothea realized that the stick wasn`t fixed to something. She had to keep her arms in a position that looked like she was crucified, but she wondered why they hadn`t just tied her to a post. Then, she once again felt strange hands at the waistband of her skirt.
„Mmhmmph!“
„Sorry, no time for playing, I just want to take these“, Nymphadora whispered and fumbled the handcuffs from Dorothea`s crotch rope, causing her to cringe and to mew with pain and embarrassment, though she bit hard at her gag to oppress a squeal.
„I won`t make the old mistake and reveal our entire plan to you. However, you seem to be a clever girl to me and so, you may have concluded some by yourself. The woman you freed is our trump card, so to say, and since you have read the diary, you sure know who she is. However, it`s your fault that we`ve lost her and so, if we are not able to get her back, you will have to take her place.“
„Mmhmm?“
„Oh, you are not our favorite choice, but you are better than nothing and sooner or later, you will see it the same way. If we will get Olga back in our hands, well, then you are out of the game and we will tell the police about where you are once we have reached safety. Anyway, you will have quite some time to think about it.“
Now, a squeal could be heard and Dorothea felt a pull at the stick her arms were tied to – upwards! Obviously, the stick was connected to a rope or cable dangling from the ceiling and one of the men was turning an old winch. She mmphed when her whole body was stretched until she was standing on the tips of her toes.
„Oh, before I forget, since you are such a bookworm, you may keep it for me, warm and safe. Just try not to get too exited about it, or you will moisten the pages.“
Dorothea mewed from the humiliation as she felt Nymphadora pushing the diary into her crotch rope. The book wasn`t bigger than a hand, but of course, it increased the pressure between her legs and feeling another woman`s fingers at her pubic hair wasn`t the most pleasant experience either. However, her uneasiness was distracted when she felt that she was lifted from the ground now.
„Even if you will not become the Princess, you will at least reach new heights!“
„Mmhhhrrrrmmm! Uuhhmmmmmmm! Nnnngggggg!“
Dorothea screamed through her gag and flailed about with her unbound lower legs, but she could not help that she was pulled higher and higher by the rope, until she was dangling some 15 yards above the ground. Her muffled cries could not be heard by the leaving Russians when they left the hall and drove off.
***
The same time, Sally had found out that she was getting on well with Olga. Though she had considered her to be a sniffling sissy, the girl had turned out to be quite charming and her smile could even melt the heart of a girl like Sally, who always liked to be tough.
Without going into details, Sally had told Olga that going to the police would not be the best idea and instead, they had decided to wait for Lilija and to overpower her. Of course, Sally`s first thought had been to look for Dorothea, but since she had not the slightest idea where to start a search, she had decided to improve their situation otherwise. Olga had not appreciated that idea, but Sally had told her that they had the advantage of surprise and two guns, since she had decided to fetch her own from their room.
Olga, who had found out that Lilija`s clothes were not her size, had persuaded Sally to borrow her some of hers. The two girls had about the same measurements – though Sally was secretly quite proud that the blonde`s breasts were a bit smaller than hers.
Unfortunately, Sally could only offer used underwear to her new friend and she had felt a bit embarrassed as Olga carefully selected which pair of panties she would put on. Whilst Olga was putting on a bra, garters and stockings, Sally put the two pairs of panties she and Dorothea had been wearing during their escape from Scotland on the bed.
„Eh – I`ve already got a pair“, Olga said reluctantly, looking at the two pairs. Sally smiled in a way that should look wolfish, but made her look like a very cute wolf puppy:
„These are not meant for one of us, dear.“
Olga gulped, but on the other hand, she had no friendly feelings for Lilija either.
Quickly, she put on a skirt and blouse and then, the two girls returned to Lilija`s room to await the Russian.
However, the Soviet agent took her time and so, the two talked about what kind of intrigue Olga had gotten into.
„So, even if you are related to the last Tsar, I don`t understand why they are after you. After the revolution, thousands of Russian aristocrats have fled the country or have already been living abroad. I am quite sure that there are some dozen grand cousins of Tsar Nikolaus who have a better claim to the Russian throne than you.“
„Dimitri“, Olga breathed, looking a bit dreamy. Sally raised an eyebrow.
„Dimitri? Is he a mysterious man who behaved like a disguised king and who pretended to be your father?“
Olga slightly blushed and once again showed her charming smile. Though she wasn`t interested in politics in general, she knew quite some facts and myths about the Russian history, since the women who had run the orphanage had always told her about these.
„Dimitri was the son of Tsar Ivan the Horrible, more than 300 years ago. He died when he was a child, maybe, he was murdered.“
Sally hid her compassion for the boy behind a lame joke:
„So, he could not become Dimitri the even more Horrible. But what has that all to do with your kidnapping?“
„In the years to follow, no less than three people pretended to be this Dimitri who had survived the assassination. Especially the simple people believed them and one of them even became Tsar, albeit only for a few months. Then, he was murdered by some noblemen, but he was mourned by the people.“
Sally was quite quick on the uptake and so, she concluded what Olga wanted to express:
„You- you mean that you-?“
Olga nodded:
„Yes. If some grand cousin of the late Tsar will say that he is next in the line of succession, this will be a legal claim. But there will be no mystery at all. Everyone will know who he is, where he comes from and who his ancestors are. However, a girl from literally nowhere, but who is a direct descendant of Katharina the Great, will be like a religious symbol for many people. Even I have heard that, though they appreciated the revolution, many Russians now have come to the conclusion that the communists are little better. And besides, most Russians love some mystery.“
„And so, some people who want to restore the reign of the Tsar want to use you as their pawn. A young and inexperienced Tsarina they can control from behind the throne.“
„And the Soviets want to prevent them from doing so – or any other group, by taking the princess out of the game.“
Now, Olga`s lips began to tremble and she was about to sob again. Sally tried to distract her and pretended that she had heard something. Olga immediately fell silent and the two girls positioned behind the door. And indeed, a minute later the steps of someone wearing high heels could be heard from the corridor. Olga looked like a deer facing the headlights of a car, but Sally was determined to show the Russian agent that now a third party was in the game.
***
Lilija was angry when she returned to the hotel at about 2 a. m.. She had gone to the Russian embassy after she had restrained Olga in her bathroom and had arrived there a ten in the evening. However, her contact person from the NKWD, the Soviet secret service, had not been available and after some hours of waiting, she had left him a short message that he should show up at the „Royal Oak“ hotel the next day. Then, she had taken a late bus back to the hotel. Although she did not appreciate it`s monarchistic name, she definitely liked the comfort it offered. And besides, it would not be the worst idea to get some further information from Olga.
Some weeks ago, the NKWD had heard about a conspiracy by some Russian immigrants living in France who planned to re-establish a monarchy in Russia and to get some descendant of the Romanows on the throne. Of course, there were several of such conspirator groups, most of them harmless dreamers who just tried to kill some time in their comfortable exile. Lilija had heard that in France alone, there were at least seven women who pretended to be one of The Tsar`s four daughters that had survived the assassination.
Then, however, they had heard rumors about a book that would prove that this time, the princess was a direct descendant of Katharina the Great who had been replaced by some conspirators before or around her coronation. In the Russian history, there had been more than once charlatans who had pretended to be some reincarnation of a dead Tsar. Some of them had found their followers and it had lasted in a civil war at least three times.
Lilija shuddered. She remembered the last Russian Civil War in which the Red Army had paid a heavy loss of blood. She was convinced that the revolution had been the right thing and that soon the brutality of the new regime would end and a new, peaceful and equal era for every Russian would start.
And now, some aristocratic idiots wanted to disturb the new order, using some girl from England as their potential new Tsarina. The head of the NKWD had thought to be careful and sent Lilija to examine the situation. She had been able to make out a woman and two men that definitely were Russian and that had spent a visit to the orphanage where Olga had spent her childhood. Lilija had followed their tracks and had been about to search their room when the events had turned over and Olga had come through her window.
It would be her merit that this threat to the Soviet Union would not come true, but now, that stupid NKWD officer was somewhere around, drinking and gambling, and she would have to wait for another day. So, Lilija was just cursing silently and not taking care of anything when she entered her room. The two barrels pointing at her temples took her completely by surprise.
„All right, put your hands over your head and get on your knees!“, Sally hissed. She more or less managed to sound threatening whilst Olga had to fight down her fear and was trembling heavily. If Sally hadn`t made sure that her gun wasn`t unlocked, she would perhaps have fired from sheer panic.
When Olga had closed the door, Lilija had regained some of her self control. She looked up at Olga and said:
„Whatever they promised you, it will get you into extreme danger. Just forget about any chance of becoming the next Tsarina. The Soviet people don`t want you and your family any more.“
Lilija thought that Sally was one of the conspirators, but when the girl ordered her to speak English so she could understand her, she knew that this had been a wrong conclusion. So, Lilija changed her way of negotiating.
„So, you have freed Olga and you think that you have done right and I am the evil villainess. But let me assure you that -“
„Oh, shut the fuck up! We know that you are a Soviet agent and you are sure not an ally of someone who might have a claim to the throne!“
Her passport! Now, Lilija cursed her messiness. However, she still could try her best to get out of this situation.
„Look, the throne you are talking about no longer exists. Let me go and I promise you that, as long as your friend won`t try to conspire against the Soviet Union any more, you will never again hear of the NKWD!“
Now, Olga lost her temper:
„Conspiring aginst you? I was just living my life, doing harm to nobody, when some people abducted me from my home, binding and gagging me! And you have done the same to me when I was looking for your help! I just wanted to be left alone!“
Again, the girl started to sob. Sally would have taken her in her arms, but she did not dare to take her eyes from Lilija who watched the scene with alert eyes.
„Olga! Pull yourself together and help me to get this woman restrained! Then, you may turn on the waterworks!“
Olga looked at her with disbelief. Though far from being a spoiled girl, she was not used that anyone talked to her in a rude way. And now, even her new friend was becoming unfriendly. She sniffled and cleared her nose. Then, she asked, in a still whining tone:
„So, what do you expect me to do?“
„Our lovely Lilija will be so kind and strip. Then, we will tie her to the bed and see what we do next.“
Lilija frowned at Sally, but the girl just shrugged, not taking an eye from her.
„I am sure you will mean less trouble without your clothes on. And besides, I think that Olga earns a little revenge.“
„Oh, it wasn`t me who took her clothes“, Lilija answered, but she began unbuttoning her coat. Then, she removed her blouse, showing that she was only wearing a white bra underneath. Sally allowed her to stand up and Lilija took off her boots, followed by her socks and her trousers. Now, she was only dressed in her bra and equally white panties. Both were plain, as if they were designed rather for doing sports than to attract a man.
„Come on, you are not finished!“
Lilija looked at Sally as if she wanted to express that she would have to do more to frighten her. Obviously, the Russian was not shy about her body, but Sally guessed that even she would think twice of running at the corridor stark naked.
Lilija put her hands on her hips, making no attempts to hide her charms. She was tall, even slightly taller than Dorothea, and had big, tight boobs. Sally was half amused, half fascinated to see that this woman only had a narrow strip of pubic hair left – just enough to shos that she wasn`t a natural blonde.
„Good. Now, lie down on the bed.“
Lilija obeyed and Sally ordered Olga to tie her wrists to the upper posts. The girl obeyed and now, Saly dared to put the gun away. Carefully, she checked the cuff`s tightness. Then, she saw that if they gagged Lilija, she would be able to reach for the gag with her hands. She thought about wrapping her fingers with tape, but then, she saw that Lilija also had brought some long stockings for women in her drawer and she decided otherwise.
On the bed, Sally draped these four silk stockings and the belt of Lilija`s bathrobe.
„Hold still!“, she ordered and tied one stocking to each of the woman`s knees. Lilija now showed a mixture of interest and upcoming concern. This English girl sure had a kinky side on her and she was not sure if she was cool about treated like that.
Sally used the stockings to pull Lilija`s knees as close to the lower bedposts as she could manage before tying the other end of the stocking off. Lilia now panted and blushed slightly from being forced to spread her legs. Even her permissiveness had it`s limits.
Now, Sally took the third stocking and bent the Russian`s right leg before tying her ankle to her thigh. Then, she did the same to her other leg. She checked the captive`s ability to move once more, satisfied to see that now Lilija`s limbs were so stretched she could only move her head or wriggle her fingers and toes.
„Will you now call in your man so they can do me?“
Lilija tried to sound contemtuous, but her voice also expressed some fear that this indeed was Sally`s idea. But the girl shook her head.
„Nice idea, but we haven`t got any men to do the dirty work. And speaking of calling for someone-“
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Lilija had expected that they would gag her and so, she did not wonder that Sally reached for the tape. Then, however, she saw what else Sally had in her hands.
„No! Don`t you dare tooouuummmph! Mmhhmmmph!“
Lilija tried to fight, but Sally just sat on the other`s chest and now could use both hands to gag Lilija with the balled up panties she had taken from the table. These had originally been the property of Dr. Daniela Cortese and were made of the finest Italian silk, but also, Dorothea had worn them for two entire days and in addition, they were quite substantial. So, it took Sally some effort to get the whole silk mass behind Lilija`s teeth. With the help of Olga, she secured the gag with a scarf tied between the Russian`s lips before winding several rouns ov tape over it.
„Mmhhmmm! Uuhmm! Mmmhhrrrrrrhmmmm!“
Lilija fumed and now, all of her coolness had gone. Sally slid from the bed, only to see that Olga was going to leave the room.
„Wait! Where are you going?“
Olga really seemed surprised.
„I am calling the police, now that she`s no longer a threat.“
„No, wait, we-“
But Olga had already opened the door and was half at the corridor. Sally jumped to the door and tried to reach Olga. She had to get this idea of informing the police out of her mind, not as long as she and Dorothea were on the run.
When she stormed out of the room, she ran into a man. Sally wanted to push him aside, but then, she saw that this man was no stranger. Fjodor had recovered from surprise a bit earlier than her and had already grabbed Sally`s arms. When she looked around, she could see that Wladimir had grabbed Olga and was pressing his hand on her mouth. Beside him, Nymphadora was standing, holding her gun and smiling at Sally.
***
Usually, Dorothea was quite content with her figure and liked what she saw in the mirror, but now, she was seriously thinking about going on a diet. Since she was a tallish woman, she weighted some 128 lbs and these now tore all on her arms. The fact that she was tied to the stick with her entire arms, not just with her hands, helped a little, but now, after what seemed to be hours, her upper limbs felt sore and numb and her shoulders were aflame.
In addition, she had recognized that breathing had become a bit difficult. Not only because she was thoroughly gagged and could only breathe through her nose, but her position somehow made it harder and harder to get enough air into her lungs. With horror, she remembered what her history teacher had told them at school about crucifixion: that it meant a slow, painful death by suffocation and that it could last for days. Then a twelve year old girl, she had been fascinated by these gruesome stories, but now, almost thirteen years later, she was just trying not to panic.
Her problem was that she could do little to improve her situation. With her arms wrapped with both rope and tape, there was no chance of getting free on her own accord. Dorothea had tried all she could and had found out that she could perhaps loosen the tape around her wrists and maybe, if she took all her strength and perseverance, she could maybe even loosen the ropes underneath. But then, she wouldn`t get any further, since she would not be able to free the rest of her arms. So, she was doomed to hang several meters above the ground.
Dorothea had tried to swing around and to get somewhere with her feet, but it had been to no avail. A terrifying crunching from above had told her that perhaps the winch wasn`t that tightly applied to the ceiling and she would fall if she tried too hard.
Her attempts to work on her gag had also been fruitless. Her fingers were not able to touch her face and by shaking her head and rubbing her chin to her shoulders she had only managed to get rid of her veiled hat. The headscarf remained tightly in place, forcing her to keep her jaws closed. Her lips remained sealed by the tape and under that, a cleave gag held the wadded up scarf firmly behind her teeth.
Being blindfolded, she had no idea where she was or what time it was. She remembered what Nymphadora had said about either fetching her if their search for Olga had failed or informing the police if they had made it to a safe country. Both options sounded like there would be long hours or even days for her dangling from a rope.
Dorothea wondered whether Nymphadora had intended to kill her or if she would feel pity if she came back and only found some 128 lbs of dry aged meat. It was the second or third time that someone had acceptingly accepted her death by the way she had been restrained.
„Why on earth does nobody care about my survival? Isn`t it enough that I end up bound and gagged all the time?“
Her self pity threatened to overwhelm her and she forced herself to remain calm. At least, she wanted to die in dignity, though nobody could see it. Then, suddenly, she could hear steps and voices from below.
„Mhhmmmph! Uuhhmmm! Mmhhmmmm!“
Dorothea screamed through her gag, but whoever it was did not look up and see the helpless girl. First, she thought it was a group of women, but then, she realized it was a group of teenage boys.
„Uuuhmmmm! Mhhmmmm! Hhrrrrrrrrrrrr! Mph!“
It was to no avail. No matter how she screamed her lungs out, her potential rescuers were more interested in discussing football, the girls from their classes or the misbehavior of their teachers. In addition, Dorothea could hear the clinking of bottles and after a while, she could feel some warm air. It seemed that the boys had built a camp fire just below her position and had started to play cards.
Dorothea was too far away to suffer from the smoke, but having people who could have helped her so close and not being able to alert them nearly drove her mad.
„If it wasn`t for my crotch rope, I could pee on their fire. Perhaps, they would look up then!“
This thought made her giggle hysterically, but then, a much less humiliating idea came to her mind. She was wearing a wrist watch and since she had buckled it quite loose, it had not been trapped by her bonds. With numb fingers, she began to work on the buckle.
„If it will land where someone sees it, they sure will look upwards!“
She only had one try and she had no chance of any aiming. Sending a prayer through her gag, she let the watch fall to the ground.
„Ouch! What the fuck was that?“
The next minutes, Dorothea found herself shaken between frustration and amusement. Once the boys had seen her and recognized she was a human being, their first reaction had been to run away and to fetch the police. But one of them – in her mind, Dorothea called him „Einstein“ - mentioned that they should better free her first.
It seemed that they had brought some flashlights, for after a while, Dorothea felt that she was lowered down slowly. She let out a sigh of relief. Her coming to earth was accompanied by some comments of the perplexed boys and Dorothea could almost feel how they were trying to look beneath her skirt.
When her feet finally touched the ground, she somehow managed not to fall. Several hands were working on her bonds, but progress was slow.
„What are you doing here, Miss?“
„Mmmhhmmph!“
„Oh, are you gagged, Miss?“
Obviously, this one wasn`t another Einstein and so, it took some time until someone peeled the tape from her lips and eyes. Whilst someone removed the rest of her gag and helped her to spit out the scarf wad, she could see that it were indeed a group of boys around 14 or 15 and that she was in an abandoned factory hall.
Finally, Dorothea was freed completely – well, except for the crotch rope, but she could forego help with that – and she was about to close the buttons of her blouse. All the boys now were standing in front of her, looking at the blonde with widened eyes and open mouths. Dorothea decided that these young men had earned a reward.
„All right, my dear boy scouts, here`s for your help! No touching, just looking!“
With a quick move, she peeled her boobs from her bra and presented them to the group.
„Wow!“
Dorothea blushed slightly, but she smiled at her rescuers and had her clothes adjusted and left the circle lit by the camp fire before the boys had understood that this angel that had literally come down from heaven had gone.
***