„Now, that`s a nice coincidence! Isn`t that my old friend from Moskow, Lilija Smirnowa?“
Nymphadora had spoken Russian, but both Sally and Olga were too distracted to listen to her anyway. Both girls had ben ordered at gunpoint to kneel on the floor with their hands folded in their necks and both Fjodor and Wladimir were watching them, the latter showing a bit of a smile towards Sally who tried to avoid his view.
Lilija`s eyes widened and she screamed through her gag as Nymphadora approached the bed. Though Lilija was far from being prudish, she was blushing all over from being naked and exposed in front of the two men. And now, there was Nymphadora.
Though they were participating in a monarchist conspiracy, only Wladimir was a nobleman. He indeed was the second son of some count that had escaped revolutionary Russia with enough money to live befitting the social standards of his class. But both Fjodor and Nymphadora were what the new Soviet rulers called „bourgeois“ - members of the former middle class.
Lilija and Nymphadora had both went to the same school, though they had not been friends. And after the revolution, both had found their way into the Russian secret service. But after some months, Nymphadora had left, since she disliked the brutality that was expected from her and she only agreed with some of the communist ideas. In addition, a career in the NKWD would have meant that Lilija would have been her superior.
Most people considered Lilija to be the perfect female agent – an ice princess loyal only to her country and someone who never lost control. But Nymphadora knew that most of that was just attitude. Lilija was good in presenting herself in the right way towards her superiors – and she had no problems in sleeping with any man that could help her through her career.
And now, it was Lilija who had obviously encountered with Olga and the girl that had escaped from their clutches – and she had failed miserably. Nymphadora let her eyes wander over the naked forms of the squirming and panting Lilija. Then, she smiled enigmatically and bent over her former colleague:
„It`s such a shame that we don`t have the time to celebrate our reunion more – intense.“
She let her index finger circle around Lilija`s right nipple, causing the woman to mew through the panties stuffing her mouth. Then, she turned to her men and changed into English:
„However, since we will have to restrain our captives anyway, I don`t see why we shouldn`t have some fun in doing so. You, at least, „she turned her attention towards Sally, „seem to think the same way. Am I right it was you who presented her like that – naked, helpless and exposed?“
These last words, she spat out with considerable glee, causing Lilija to squirm from sheer fear and embarrassment.
„Actually, I was just training for the moment you will be in my hands“, Sally replied, defiantly looking up to Nymphadora. The blonde Russian laughed.
„At least, you are no coward. And you know how to tie knots, too. So, here`s the deal: If you finish off Lilija in an entertaining way, you will not have to go with us. Sooner or later, the room service will find you. And if you tie up Olga for us, we will release your blonde friend as soon as possible. With some luck, you may be both reunited that very evening.“
Olga gasped when Nymphadora mentioned trussing her up, but Sally had come to the conclusion that denying this proposal would get her to nowhere and perhaps, these Russian woman was telling the truth. After all, only she and her men knew where Dorothea was. So, she nodded and slowly, she rose.
„Sally! You can`t do that! Please!“
Sally padded Olga`s shoulder, but then, she looked at Nymphadora and asked:
„There is one thing I don`t understand: if you want her to become a princess, or even a Tsarina, why haven`t you just asked her? After all, it`s the dream of nearly every poor girl!“
For a few seconds, no one talked. Even Olga and Lilija seemed to think about this reasonable thought. But then, Nymphadora broke the silence:
„Our plan isn`t like a romantic novel. The princess can be killed at various stages of our plan and besides, we wanted to ensure that she will act as we tell her.“
Now, Olga jumped up from the floor.
„So, these are my options? Getting murdered or becoming your willing-less puppet?“
Tears were running down her cheeks and her lips were trembling. Sally thought of embracing her, but on the other end, she had no idea what would happen next. So, she tried to save the situation:
„Once you are the Tsarina, you can send these three to the deepest Siberia. If you stop being a crybaby and show the Russian people your charming smile, they will do anything for you. Maybe, you will then remember the poor Scottish girl that once even borrowed you a pair of her panties.“
She smiled at Olga and at least, the girl calmed down a bit. Nymphadora also smiled, but then, she bent forward and looked closer at Sally.
„Speaking of borrowing things – is that my lipstick I see on your lips. And have you used my perfume, too?“
Sally looked at Nymphadora and though she had to arch back her head, since the Russian was seven inches taller than her, she sounded as if she was just gossiping:
„Yeah, I could not help admiring your choice of cosmetics. After all I have heard I thought that Russian women color their lips with pig`s blood and wear panties made of canvas!“
Now, Wladimir burst out laughing and Fjodor grinned, too. Annoyed, Nymphadora glanced at both her men and Sally and for a second, it seemed that she would slap Sally`s face. But then, she regained her self control.
„Just finish off Lilija and then, truss up Olga. And better be imaginative, or your friend will not see the sun again. Show us your kinky side!“
Sally took a deep breath. Then, she slowly approached the bed. she wasn`t sure what these thugs expected her to do, but at least, it would buy her some time. And besides, she did not feel pity for Lilija who moaned through her gag and looked at her with fearful eyes. Sally took the bathrobe belt and tied it around Lilija`s waist. Then, she brought the knot to the woman`s backside. Lilija mmphed with alarm when Sally reached between her legs and grabbed the belt`s end.
„Just close your eyes and think of Stalin“, she said.
„Mmmhrrrrrrrrmmmm! Nnnngggg! Uuuhhhmmmmmph!“
Lilija bucked and squirmed when Sally threaded the end of the silk rope through her waist rope and pulled the crotch rope tight before she pulled the end upwards. Moaning and groaning, Lilija arched back her body and thrusted out her pelvis. Sally panted from the effort and she asked the Russians for a piece of rope. Indeed, Wladimir brought her some three yards and when he handed it to Sally, his fingers touched hers. Like electrified, Sally let the crotch rope go and Lilija`s butt dumped back at the bed, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.
Now, Sally tied the rope`s end to the crotch rope and with this extension, she could get the rope over a ceiling hook. At a corner, there was a large metal vase and Sally, now completely „in the game“, told Wladimir to get it to her. She adjusted the rope before she tied the vase`s neck to it. It weighed some 15 to 20 lbs and so, it did not lift Lilija`s pelvis from the ground, but it put a permanent pressure to her crotch rope. Sally slid from the bed and bowed slightly towards her captors.
„It would be an exaggeration to call this room a pit, but at least, we now have a pendulum!“
Though it was Wladimir`s reaction Sally was the most interested in, it was Nymphadora who showed an expression of recognition when she pushed at the dangling vase, causing it to swing. Lilija mewed when this made her crotch rope move between her legs. Not that this would have been necessary: unless the woman was lying absolutely still, the vase was moving anyway – and with the constant massage between her legs, lying still became more and more a challenge.
Somehow, Sally enjoyed the other`s appreciation a bit, but then, Nymphadora said:
„Well, if you do your other job with similar precision, I see no reason why your blonde friend should not be free before dusk.“
Olga gasped and Sally sighed from feeling guilty. She knew that there was no point in being defiant and besides, she had to at least try to save Dorothea, but she felt pity for the poor girl. Olga perhaps was a sniffling sissy, but she was a nice and harmless girl and her fault only was that once her ancestors had been the rulers of Russia.
„Just do as I say, dear. The result would be the same if you try to resist and after all, there`s nothing anyone here hasn`t seen already yet.“
„You mean, I should just close my eyes and think of the throne I am about to ascend?“, Olga breathed and showed a glimpse of her lovely smile. She still was trembling and had tears in her eyes, but it seemed that she had somehow begun to accept the inevitable.
So, when Sally told her, she removed her shoes and the skirt and, after some hesitation, even the blouse. Then, in a desperate attempt to do as she was told without revealing too much, she also removed her stockings and garter belt.
„Come on, you can stand it, otherwise, they will do it for you“, Sally whispered into Olga`s ear and so, the blonde unhooked the bra and threw it at the pile of clothes, covering her breasts with her arms. She wryly looked at her captors. Nymphadora nodded and so, the girl peeled down the borrowed panties, too. Now, she was once more naked in front of strangers, but as Sally had said, they all, including the bound and gagged Lilija, had seen her like that before and even the greatest horror is less terrible on repeat.
Gently, Sally helped her to sit down. She remembered that Nymphadora had ordered her to pack Olga for transport. Since she had destroyed the original suitcase during her escape, there was only one possibility – Lilija`s suitcase that was standing beside the cupboard. However, it looked quite tiny in comparison.
Sally took the coiled rope and cut some pieces with a pair of scissors Wladimir had given to her. When she approached Olga, it turned out that she had obviously used up all her powers. The girl`s eyes twisted and with a sigh, she fainted. Moments later, a puddle at the floor and a certain smell told everyone that she had also lost control over her bladder.
Now, Wladimir helped Sally to pull the unconscious Olga away. He rolled up the carpet, stowed it inside the cupboard and brought Sally a moistened towel to clean up Olga. Nymphadora laughed and said something about good Samaritans towards Fjodor, but Sally gave Wladimir a grateful smile before she toweled Olga`s middle. Then, she began her work in tying her up.
„At least, it`s much easier now“, she thought, feeling a bit guilty about that.
She took one rope to tie a rope belt and crotch rope to Olga. Sally would have liked to spare that to the girl, but she knew that Nymphadora would expect some kinky stuff and besides, this little addition of discomfort would not make things much worse. Sally even tied several knots into the crotch rope, to ensure that the massage would be even more irritating.
Then, she decided to gag Olga before she continued tying her up. She would not have liked the girl to plead or to blame her whilst she was finishing the ropework. From bitter – pun intended! - experience, she knew that there was nothing more humiliating for a girl than to be gagged with another woman`s used panties. Sally had an almost lavish choice: she could use those she had borrowed Olga before or those she had spared for Lilija, but which were still lying on the table now. Or, she could remove the panties she was just wearing.
„You would not mind lending me your panties?“, she asked Nymphadora, „so you can prove that they are indeed not made of canvas?“
This time, both men laughed whilst Nymphadora could not help blushing slightly before she found back into her cool role. Sally oppressed a smile: she loved the fact that she had embarrassed the other woman, but she also knew that she – or Olga – would pay the prize.
So, she took the panties from the table. She turned them inside out, but tried to squeeze them into a preferably small ball before getting it into Olga`s mouth. However, she still needed some efort to get all the silk behind her teeth. With the discarded garter belt, she cleave-gagged her. Then, a selfish thought came up within her:
„If I use her panties on her, they can`t use them on me.“
Sally took the pair Olga had been wearing and that had been Sally`s originally and pulled them over Olga`s face, placing the crotch part over her nose. She secured the humiliating hood with one of the stockings she tied over the original cleave gag, further preventing her from getting the stuffing out of her mouth and pressing the other panties against Olga`s lips. Then, she pulled the second stocking over the blonde`s head. Sally reached for the tape and wrapped the whole head, leaving only the nose free.
In the corner of an eye, Sally could see that their three captors were again watching with fascination. Only some faint moaning from Lilija disturbed the silence.Sally looked at the mummified head in her lap and bit down her feeling of guilt. If she had refused to do it, Olga would now receive a treatment from the three Russians that would be more or less the same.
She had prepared three more ropes, each some two yards in length. Sally told herself that she was just repeating what had been done to her, but she could not hide from herself that she also found it quite intriguing to tie another woman up.
She tied Olga`s legs, right above the knees, and bent her upper body forward to tie the ends of the knee tie in the back of her neck. As a side effect, this at least hid Olga`s breasts from direct view. Sally now slung Olga`s arms around her body and tied her wrists. Then, she tied her ankles with the same rope, keeping Olga in her ball position. She used tape to securely wrap the girl`s fingers and finally, she tied the third rope to her wrist and ankle tie and threaded it through the original crotch rope. It felt strange to touch Olga`s warm flesh and to feel her pubic hair, but Sally worked the rope through her waist rope, slung it around the knots in the crotch rope and brought the end up between her buttocks. She tied a big knot in the end, but didn`t fix the rope to anything.
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Now, she upholstered Lilija`s suitcase with some of her dresses and then, she managed to get Olga, who was just regaining her consciousness and moaned faintly, into the suitcase. She barely fit in, but finally, Sally had her positioned in a way that allowed her to close the lid. Before she did so, however, she pulled on the end of the rope that was bound to her wrists and ankles and wound around her crotch rope.
„Uuuhhmmmmm!“
Olga twitched, but the small sound told everyone that she had indeed been thoroughly gagged. Sally put the knot in the rope`s end over the edge of the suitcase before closing it, though this kept the rope constantly pulled tautly. When she closed the latches, the knot was placed between these. It had three functions: first, it built a gap that allowed some fresh air to reach the inside of the suitcase. Then, by tugging on the rope, one could find out if Olga was still alive and if she could make any sound that could be heard. And finally, one could shift the knot from one latch to the other, giving the poor girl a massage to her most intimate parts and to further make her feel helpless and vulnerable.
Sally now was almost perplexed about her own devilish ideas, but Nymphadora seemed satisfied. She played around with the protruding knot for a while, carefully listening to the barely audible sound emerging from inside the suitcase. Then, she smiled and padded Sally`s shoulder.
„Good girl. Now, it`s only you we have to take care of. But before, wouldn`t you agree that, compared with the other captives, you are a bit overdressed?“
***
When Dorothea had stumbled out of the abandoned hall, she immediately crouched behind a tree, both to remove the dreadful crotch strap and to relieve herself. She was not sure whether some of her rescuers had followed her, but when she was after hours able to remove the leather thong from between her legs and could pee, her sighs and groans of relief were such that they would have unsettled the young men.
After she was finished, her eyes fell on the little diary lying on the floor. Quickly, she put it into her pocket and hastily left the court. After a while, she had reached an Underground station – only to find out that she would have to wait for about an hour for the next train. She of course was worried about Sally, but if she had walked, she would not have been any faster, since she was somewhere in the middle of nowhere. To calm herself down – and to find out what motivated her captors – she continued reading Katharina`s confessions.
Still, she had no clue why the Tsarina had been able to continue her diary. Her abduction had been around the coronation, which had been in July. Dorothea wasn`t exactly sure about how big the difference between the Russian calendar towards the Gregorian was, but there were at least some three months after which Katharina had continued her journal. However, there were`nt many pages left to reveal the mystery.
I collapsed immediately after they released me from the post. Not only must I have fainted, but really have passed out, for when I woke up, I was lying on a bed, still stark naked. After a while, I realized that I had been freed from my bonds except to a short chain connecting my ankle to the bedpost. In addition, I still had the gag buckled to my mouth, but I felt that the knickers were no longer stuffing my mouth and the other pair was no longer hooding me. After a while, I could see these two garments hanging in the open window.
These two pieces of silk looked so flimsy and innocent, but they had effectively hindered me from calling for help or to be recognized by any of the guests. I shuddered and then, I tried to get up. However, the chain was too short to allow anything but standing beside the bed. I screamed through my gag and knocked at the bed, but it was some hours until the door was opened.
It was the blonde whore, the one that had tried to console me during my ordeal. She was carrying a tray with some tea and croissants. I tried to attack her, but the chain stopped me before I could even touch her, forcing me to jump in an undignified way.
„My, my, Sophie, I just wanted to get you something to eat, but it seems that you are already bursting from energy.“
I calmed down. If I ever wanted to get out of this, I would need allies, and this girl could be a start. She seemed friendly and of course, she would be interested in some extra money. So, I sat on the bed and waited for her to unbuckle my gag. I fought down my urge to scream and just asked her for her name.
„I am Darija. Nice to see that you have decided not to fight any longer. After all, it`s not that bad here.“
Obviously, she was quite chatty and so, Darija told me that she had been here for almost two years, which made her the most senior of Stella`s whores. My eyes widened at that last information, but Darija laughed and told me that this only meant that sooner or later, the girls were able to become the mistress – or sometimes even the wife – of a rich customer. So, there always was quite a fluctuation among her „employees“.
„Of course, you are a bit older, but still a sight, Sophie. Sooner or later, there will be someone for you, too.“
Oppressing my disgust – and my anger about her remark about my age, since I was just 33 - , I asked her why she was still here. Darija was more than just „a sight“. Her long, blonde curls reached to her waist and her eyes were of an almost unnatural deep blue. She was wearing a bathrobe, but I could imagine that her shape was gorgeous, too. Her answer was a warm and friendly laugh. Then, she said:
„Becoming a single man`s mistress means having to choose. But here, I can have them all!“
This sounded very different from what I had thought working in a brothel meant. In the months to follow, I found out that actually Stella`s etablissement was very different from ordinary brothels.
I have sworn to give a true confession of what has happened to me and I have to admit that Darija`s words sounded not as disgusting to me than they should. More or less, it was what I was thinking by myself. It was easy to have a man, but if you had several who would do anything to become your favorite, you were powerful.
I fought down my tears when I remembered that I had been so close to absolute power, only to end up here, naked, chained to a bed and dependent on the grace of a whore. Darija padded my shoulder and said:
„I am ordered to get you downstairs. And for doing that, I will have to restrain you, Sophie. Will you behave or do I have to call in the men?“
There was no glee in her voice, she was just matter-of-factly. Everything in me revolted, but I knew that I had to fake my surrender for the moment. So, I nodded silently. Darija went to a chest of drawers and took two pairs of handcuffs from it that were connected by a chain. With these, she tied my wrists in front of me and tied my ankles before releasing me from the bedpost. The chains were long enough to allow me walking, but no running and the connecting chain would have prevented me from attacking anyone seriously. I opened my mouth to protest when Darija reached for the gag. But worse was to come, as she went for the window where the two pairs of knickers were hanging.
„It`s Miss Stella`s express order“, she said with an apologizing smile. Once more, I needed all my strength to accept being gagged with Stella`s used underwear before the gag was tightly strapped over my mouth and secured with buckles. I managed not to retch, even when the other pair was pulled over my head once more.
„It`s another order, Sophie. But here`s a little favor from me.“
She took off her bathrobe and draped it over me before loosely tying the belt around my waist. Now, at least my breasts and loins were covered. Gently, Darija, now just dressed in her frilly underwear took my arm and led me down the stairs.
Once again, I was brought into the cellar – and when the knickers were pulled from my head, I almost fell back. There was Polina, still stark naked and tied exactly as she had been when I had been brought away the day before. Her wrists were tied above her head, her ankles spread by the bar that was shackled to them and the little bells attached to her gag harness jingled faintly as she weakly raised her head to look at me.
„Actually, she has not spent the whole night like that. We are no monsters. But she sure will if you refuse once more to do as I tell you.“
I turned my head and saw Stella who was dressed in a bathrobe, too. Vera, who was standing beside her, was dressed up completely. Stella made a move with her hand and Darija removed the bathrobe from me, rendering me nude once more. However, I did not lower my head towards the brothel keeper.
„So, you are still not broken, Sophie. I am glad to see that, and that`s no lie. However, there are a few rules inside this house and I want you to accept these without hesitation.
First, I want all my girls to treat each other as equal. Of course, you may compete for men and I don`t expect you all to be close friends, but you have to serve each other whenever it`s necessary – or whenever I demand it. And, speaking of equal treatment-“
She stretched out her hand and Darija handed her the knickers that had hooded me. Then, she and Vera removed the harness gag from Polina and allowed her to work the rag from her mouth, but only to stuff the balled up underwear inside. Polina`s eyes widened and she moaned and retched and I felt some pity for her, though I was suffering from the same plight and she was just a serf.
When they had tightly buckled Polina`s gag again, Vera placed a bucked filled with warm water in front of my maid. Beside, a towel and a soap bare were lying on a stool.
„Now, Sophie, do as you are told.“
One year ago, I had thought that humiliation meant that my husband was openly preferring his mistress towards me and that some members of the Russian nobility didn`t fully accept me. And now, I was naked, bound and gagged with another woman`s used underwear and told to wash the body of a serf. However, there was something in Stella`s behavior that told me that last night`s ordeal had just been preliminaries. In addition, I had to submit for the moment if I ever wanted to get out of this house again.
So, I stepped forward and took the towel, soaking it in the water. With my hands tied and connected to my ankle ties, I had to get close to Polina`s body and could smell her sweaty skin.
„Oh, just two more rules. First, you have to clean everything from her neck to her toes. If not, both of you will be whipped. And second, I am afraid that you have never done such a thing before, Sophie. Polina can expect that you are gentle and if you are not, you will be punished. So, whenever you cause her to twitch back and I can hear the bells on her gag jingle, you will be whipped, too.“
I remember that she had told me yesterday that she never used the whip to discipline her girls, but I did not want to find out whether she had told the truth yesterday or now. So, I began my work.
Polina was standing with her legs spread, which allowed me to reach up to her breasts when I streched my arms. However, I just washed her body below these and used lots of water, hoping that it would be sufficient to clean my maid.
I have to admit that Polina behaved excellent. During the whole procedure, she kept her head still, though her panting and occasional mewing told me that she hated this as much as I did.
Once I had washed over her body, I had no idea how to reach the upper part of Polina. Stella approached and examined my work.
„Phew, it`s good you ended up here, because you sure wouldn`t be able to survive as a laundress. Have you ever heard about the use of soap? And besides, what about her boobs, shoulders and arms?“
I rustled with my handcuffs, showing her that I could not do as she told me, even if I wished – and indeed, I was about to throw the towel right into her face. Stella laughed and pointed at the stool.
I had sworn not to give this woman the triumph of seeing me cry, but I had to bite down hard on my mouthfilling gag when I placed the stool in front of Polina who looked at me apologizing. Stella even helped me to climb up the stool and held the bucket for me.
And now, both Stella and Vera showed all their glee in humiliating me. Again and again, they told me to soap Polina`s body once more, pretending I hadn`t done good work. They made me squeeze and rub her ample boobs for what seemed ages and, as a crowning touch, even ordered me to play with her nipples until they hardened. Then, I was allowed to get down the stool and had to work further below.
When it came to washing Polina`s private parts and her pubic hair, they took the towel from me and I had to touch her with my bare hands. Had a lightning from heaven struck me at that very moment, I would have welcomed it with every single part of my soul!
„Just be glad that I am too lazy to fetch the keys for your gag! Otherwise, you would have to use your tongue!“
Finally, the two devilish women were satisfied and allowed me to step back from my dripping wet maid. I was trembling and had to use all my remaining strength not to collapse on the floor.
„Well, that wasn`t that hard, Sophie. And you may be pleased to hear that now, it`s your turn. After all, you look as if you have spent the night in a brothel with some dubious men.“
Both Stella and Vera laughed at her joke and then, Polina`s and my position were changed. Stella even removed the bells from Polina`s gag and attached them to mine.
„The rule is still the same: a jingling bell, is worse than hell!“
Again, they laughed and Polina looked at me with tearful eyes. Of course, it was less harder for her, since she had already assisted me washing before and besides, she wasn`t of noble birth, but when she began, I had to concentrate on which variations of torture both Stella and Vera would have to endure once I had found a way out of this living hell. When Polina was massaging my nipples, I had thought of any punishment I knew and to keep me from panicking or fainting, I instead swore to myself that once I would indeed be in the position to have my revenge. I would do everything to climb the ladder to the top once more! And so, when Polina`s trembling fingers were washing the soft area between my legs, I had come to the conclusion that I had reached the bottom. And that meant from now on, I would get up again! This martyrdom of humiliation would only make me even stronger!
***