Chapter six

„Now, you may be pleased to see that they are not made of canvas, aren`t you?“

Sally tried to show no emotion when Nymphadora playfully shook the panties she had taken from her cupboard in front of her nose. Indeed, the Russian`s panties were of black, lacy silk, but they looked quite substantial and besides, the fragrance told Sally that Nymphadora had been wearing these for more than just one or two days.

She thought of a witty remark, but it would have been a weak sign of protest anyway. Once she had been forced to strip completely nude, Fjodor had been sent to fetch the leather armbinder from the adjacent room. Sally had made no attempt to hide her charms and tried to remain as cool as possible, but she could not help blushing slightly when she felt Wladimir`s eyes on her body. The man didn`t watch her with hungry eyes, but he definitely saw no reason to lower his eyes either. However, it was Nymphadora who commented her forms:

„You are quite a sight for a girl of your petite forms. Don`t they give enough food to young women here in England?“

„I am from Scotland and yes, we prefer staying slim and in good shape.“

She looked at Nymphadora`s body, but she had to admit that there was nothing to be criticized. The Russian was tall, maybe she was almost six feet high. Since she had removed her coat, Sally could see that she was wearing tight black trousers and a black pullover that emphasized her gorgeous figure. Sally guessed that her boobs were even bigger than those of Dorothea.

„Maybe, it`s just true what they say about the Scots being stingy. By the way, what`s your name?“

Sally wondered why Nymphadora was interested in that, but she saw no point in concealing it to her captors:

„I am Salome Dirk. My friends call me Sally, so for you, it`s Miss Dirk.“

Again, both Nymphadora and Wladimir laughed, slightly impressed of her bravery. But whilst Wladimir really seemed to feel some respect, Nymphadora smiled maliciously:

„Oh, I think that there`s no reason to be formal – Sally! By the way, my name is Nymphadora!“

Now, Sally started to giggle and though she knew that the other would make her pay for this, she asked:

„Nymphadora? Where did your parents get this name from? Were they just reading an article about nymphomania in a medical journal?“

Sally could see that Wladimir bit his tongue to oppress a laugh, but Nymphadora definitely wasn`t amused. Of course, such jokes weren`t new to her, but she had always hated them and being mocked by that petite naked girl increased her anger. However, the return of Fjodor prevented Sally from being beaten.

Instead, Nymphadora took great care in applying the armbinder to her. She pulled the lace as tight as she could manage, ensuring that Sally`s arms were wedged together. This pulled back her shoulders and forced her to thrust out her breasts like a ship`s figurehead. Sally knew that now the two men were staring at her, but she took all her strength together to avoid uttering any sound of pain.

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Nymphadora tightly closed the shoulder straps of the sheath and tied a narrow belt around her waist that held her arms to her back. Sally felt that she would presumably not be able to get free from the armbinder on her own accord.

Now, she had to lean against the cupboard and Nymphadora tied her ankles to the front legs, forcing her to stand with her legs spread. Then, she reached for the pair of used panties. Sally knew that any resistance would only have prolonged her ordeal and so, she allowed the Russian to stuff all of the vile tasting garment behind her teeth.

„Since you like my perfume, you must love them in your mouth – Sally!“

Sally glanced at her, but still, she could oppress making a sound. Now, Nymphadora said something in Russian to Fjodor and then, she grabbed Sally`s hair. The man approached with a roll of tape and a knife. He placed the latter to the girl`s chin, forcing her to bite down hard on Nymphadora`s panties. Then, he wound some 20 rounds of tape tightly over her mouth and around her head. Nymphadora now released Sally`s hair and even rearranged it a bit. Then, she again said something in Russian. Fjodor nodded and went for the suitcase in which the naked, bound and gagged Olga was securely stowed. He pulled on the protruding rope and listened carefully, but he seemed satisfied that Olga could not make any sound that was worth mentioning. Then, he grabbed the handle and went out of the room.

Wladimir, however, seemed a bit puzzled, but, after a look at Sally, he nodded and sat on a chair. Nymphadora now stepped close to Sally and whispered:

„Wladimir will stay here, just to make sure you don`t try anything stupid again. In six hours, he will leave, because then, we will be on our way to France and then, I do not longer care about you. However, I think you need some reminder of how to behave.“

She reached between Sally`s open legs and took a leather strap that was dangling from the top of the girl`s arm sheath. Nymphadora threaded it through Sally`s belt and pulled. And pulled. She showed no other intention than to split Sally`s pubic area into two. Sally had been crotch-roped before, but this time, the line of fire between her legs made her cringe. She squeezed her eyes shut, bit down on her gag and yet, she could not help emitting a painful groan.

„Nnnnnnnggggg!“

„Just to show you who is in charge!“

Nymphadora finally could not pull the leather strap any tighter and so, she secured it with a small padlock. Then, Nymphadora left the room, too.

***

Dorothea wasn`t quite sure what she should think of Tsarina Katharina. On the one hand, she felt pity for the woman`s ordeal, but on the other hand, she thought that Katharina was just vainglorious and arrogant. Of course, she was a member of royalty, but it seemed that it was harder for her to treat Polina as equal and with some respect than to be humiliated whilst she was naked, bound and gagged.

Dorothea had read about Miss Stella`s simple, but effective system of educating her girls. Any time Katharina refused to obey an order, this meant another night tied to the Andreas`s cross, being delivered to Miss Stella`s guests. And though it seemed that the brothel keeper took care that the men kept their pants on, they were allowed to touch her with their hands and tongues.

However, it seemed that Katharina had soon learned to feign obedience, though it seemed that Polina was a bit of a sneak that found pleasure in telling Miss Stella or Vera any of her former mistresses` misbehavior. But after some weeks, Katharina had been allowed to „start her work“.

Here, the Tsarina became a bit laconically, but it seemed that she had seduced a man who was a close coworker of Alexej Orlow. The man had managed to get her back her diary – now, Dorothea could at least tell why Katharina had been able to continue her journal – and the man, Darija and her had developed a plan to get Katharina out of the brothel and then to get her back to the throne.

Dorothea saw that now, the underground had come. She entered the wagon and since it would take her some 30 more minutes to the hotel, she decided to read the last entry.


This will be the last time I will write into this diary. I will keep it as a memory of how mean people can be, but now, revenge is near.

Some hours earlier, I started a quarrel with Vera and ripped her dress. Of course, this meant punishment and as I had planned, she and Stella brought me down to the cellar, followed by the treacherous Polina who could not hide her glee to see me humiliated once more after she had missed that opportunity for such a long time.

Today, there will be no guests in the brothel and so, they said that they would punish me in the cellar instead. And so, I was pushed through the door and landed on the straw. But when I turned around, I could see that my accomplices had not been sleeping and so, I smiled at my captors, causing them to look puzzled.

Then, Darija and X (not even here, I dare to reveal my helper`s true identity) stepped from behind the door, each of them holding a gun in his hands. The look on the faces of Stella, Vera and Polina were like a balm to my wounded soul! Slowly, I rose from the floor and brushed away the straw from my dress before I spoke to them:

„As you can see, the situation has changed a bit. You may thank Darija`s soft heart, for she begged me not to kill you. But you have to agree that you need some punishment for how you treated your rightful Tsarina!“

Stella tried to argue with X and me, but now, I wanted at least a little bit of revenge. Once I had ascended the throne, I would think twice of really not killing them, but now, I needed Darija to be loyal.

We ordered them to strip totally nude. How good it felt to see them reluctantly remove their clothes one by one. Then, whilst Darija kept guard with the two guns, X stood beside me when I turned to Stella first:

„You may say that you only followed orders from A., but I am quite sure that you enjoyed what you did to me! And now, you will pay!“

I told her to sit on the stool and X. tied Stella`s arms behind her back at wrists and elbows. I controlled if he had tied the ropes as tight as possible before I took my time in slowly, very slowly stuffing Polina`s knickers into her mouth, forcing my former tormentor to retch and moan. X. secured the gag with the harness gag he strapped over her face. Since the gag was padlocked, Stella would not be able to remove it, eve if her hands had been free. She looked at me with pleading eyes, but I showed as much mercy as she had shown towards me.

X. tied her ankles to a long spreader bar, forcing her to sit there with her crotch open to the world. Now, I took a long, thin rope and tied it to her thumbs. This, I threaded under her butt and brought it upwards in front of her, pulling the rope tight between her legs. Stella groaned as X. helped me to get the rope over a ceiling hook and wound it around her spreader bar. He pulled, forcing Stella to lift her legs until she was looking through the gap between her legs and the spreader bar was at the same height as her head. X. now brought the rope back over the hook and tied it off to her harness gag. Now, Stella had to concentrate hard on sitting still, or she would topple over and all her weight would hang on her head and the rope between her legs. In addition, the position would become inconvenient very soon.

Now, I could see that Vera was trembling with fear as she watched her suffering mistress. Well, I would help her to think of something else!

Though she squirmed a bit, X. had no problems in tying her wrists and elbows and I gagged her with Stella`s knickers and the other harness gag. Then, she had her ankles tied to a spreader bar, too.

By grabbing her hair, I forced her to bent down and pressed her face against Stella`s crotch. X. threaded a short rope through her gag and tied it off to Stella`s crotch rope, forcing her to remain in that uncomfortable and humiliating position.

„You must know, your Tsarina never forgets!“

I took the riding crop and hit Vera`s butt. She tried to raise,pulling on Stella`s crotch rope and causing her to nearly loose balance. Both women mewed and I smiled with glee before I ordered X. to fix Vera in that position.

He took a long chain and tied it around Vera`s waist before pulling the end through her crotch and buttocks. This chain, he tied off to the ceiling. Now, Vera had to remain standing on her spread legs, with her head buried in her companion`s lap and with no chance of sitting down without hurting herself.

When I turned to Polina, she sank to her knees and kissed my foot. I smiled and told her to get up. Then, I said:

„Polina, since you think that we are equal, I won`t disappoint you: You will ascend your throne, and even before I do!“

Polina begged and cried until X. had tied her arms at wrists and elbows and she was gagged with Vera`s knickers. Since there was no harness gag left, I used her stockings to secure her gag, pulling one over her head and tying the other tightly between her lips. I would have used a pair of knickers to hood her, but Stella kept those she used to punish me in her room and I didn`t want to lose time.

So, I took two more stocking and tied one around her waist and the other between her legs, snug, but not really tight. Then, I ordered the frightened Polina to sit on the other stool. X. bent her legs and tied her ankles to the stool`s legs, near the seat. She shifted her position, trying if she could reach for her bound feet with her fingers.
X. took another chain, tied it to her wrists and threw it over another hook in the ceiling. He pulled until she had to bend forward and had to raise her bound arms. Then, he tied the chain`s end to her crotch rope. Now, Polina had the choice to either lower her arms and to pull the crotch rope deeper between her legs – or she could keep her arms in that straining position to ease the pressure on her private area.

„Sometimes, staying on the throne in dignity is quite hard. But you will soon find out about that.“

Now, after we had checked their bonds and gags one last time, Darija, X. and I left the cellar. I wanted to leave immediately, but X. told me that we would have to wait for the dark. And so, I took the opportunity to write down this. When-

Here, the diary ended with a scrawl – as if Katharina had been interrupted whilst she was still holding the pen. Dorothea looked if she had missed something, but the remaining pages were all empty.

What had happened? And what made these Russians believe that Olga was somehow related to the Tsarina? She needed more information, but now, she had to take care of Sally first.
When she reached the street in which the „Royal Oak“ was, she ducked behind a car when she saw the taller of the two Russians leave the house. He was carrying a suitcase that seemed to be quite heavy. Dorothea could see that it wasn`t the large box in which they had stowed Olga and later Sally, but definitely it didn`t contain just some clothes.
The man put the suitcase into a small car. Then, he went back into the hotel. Dorothea knew that she had to do something. If Sally was inside the suitcase, she would have to rescue her. But if she informed the police, she would perhaps end up in jail herself.
So, she ran over to the car. From behind, she could hear a male voice, yelling with surprise. Dorothea knew that there was no time to hesitate. She jumped inside, found the car key in the lock and started the car. Since the engine still was warm, the Austin jumped forward and Dorothea managed to drive on, one second before Fjodor had reached the door.

„What the-“

Nymphadora had reached the street, too. Looking around, she could see a large Rolls Royce. The chauffeur was just helping an elder man outside. The Russian woman yelled at Fjodor and they rudely pushed the two men at the ground. Before the car owners even knew what had happened, both Fjodor and Nymphadora had entered the Rolls Royce and were following the disappearing car driven by Dorothea.

***

Sally was a tough girl, but this excruciatingly tight crotch rope was testing her limits. She had tears in her eyes and panted heavily through her nose, trying not to sob or to scream. Suddenly, Wladimir rose from his chair.

„That`s quite uncomfortable, isn`t it?“

Sally wanted to grunt something through the panties filling her mouth, but there was no mockery in the young man`s voice. Instead, he seemed really concerned. So, she just nodded slightly.

„Unfortunately, Nympha has taken the key with her. But if you allow me, I will try to get this off – Salome.“

The way he said her name felt almost like a caress. Sally looked at him and could see that he had friendly, brown eyes and that he was obviously trying to look into her eyes and not at her naked breasts and loins. Blinking away her tears, she nodded.

Wladimir kneeled in front of her and began to work on the padlock with a piece of wire. It was a strange feeling when his fingers brushed through her pubic hair and she even felt his breath on her pubic mound. But there was little she could do and besides, it seemed that he knew what he was doing. After some minutes in which Sally had panted and occasionally made small sounds through her gag, the padlock came off.

„Uuuuhhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmmmm!“

Sally groaned deeply with relief as the crotch strap was removed. Then, when circulation came back, she felt an almost equally painful tingle at her clit and labia. She involuntarily shifted her hips and moaned with discomfort.

Now, Wladimir rose and caressed her cheek with his index finger. With his other hand, he gently stroked her neck.

„Mhm?“

„Are you feeling better now, Salome? Or may I call you Sally, now, that we got a little more acquainted?“

Sally looked at him with surprise. This man was a criminal and had her in his hands and yet, he expected her to call him a friend? And yet, there was something that made her feel not as bad as she had expected. And indeed, they had become quite „acquainted“.

„The last man who had touched me between my legs had to pay me three visits to the cinema“, she thought involuntarily.

Wladimir still was caressing her neck. She loved being touched there and she also knew that this touch made her nipples grow hard. She sucked in air, causing a fluttering sound.
„How I`d wish to kiss your lips, Sally.“

He looked into her eyes and Sally, now feeling more than a bit confused, mewed faintly. But since he would have to ungag her to kiss her lips, she turned her gagged mouth towards his lips.

He kissed her plastered mouth once, but then, he went on his knees again. Sally looked down on his head, moaning with surprise.

„Mhm? Mhhmmmm? Uuuhhmmmmm!“

„So, that`s what he meant by kissing my lips“, she thought when she felt his lips on her labia. Sally panted and moved her hips, but she had no chance of avoiding this strange caress. No man had ever kissed her there and this sure was -

„Wow!“

„Uuuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmm!“

Wladimir kissed her middle and she felt his tongue exploring her, just like he was doing some French kissing. Again, Sally groaned and when she felt his hands under her buttocks, pushing her pussy closer to his mouth, she closed her eyes and rocked her hips. If this was a part of her captivity, it sure wasn`t the worst part!

***

Dorothea was quite a good driver, but an Austin 7 with it`s 15 horsepower was not meant for car races and the car following her came closer and closer. She had no idea to which direction she was driving, she just tried to shake off the Rolls Royce by taking unexpected turns, always hoping that she didn`t end up in a dead end street.

„Perhaps, they won`t dare shooting at me in the crowded streets, but I wouldn`t bet my life on that!“

Again, she turned the steering wheel and forced the Austin into a narrow road. After some yards, the road bifurcated and Dorothea turned to the right, hoping that the Russians would take the other possibility.

She now found herself in a back road and could see several cars parked here, with the owners doing business somewhere in the vicinity. At top speed, Dorothea considered her options. She could jump out of the car and run into one of the houses. Then, she would be save for the moment, but Sally would fall into their prosecutor`s hands. Dorothea looked at the suitcase stowed behind the front seats. She had found not time to open the lid, let alone freeing the girl inside.

Still, the other car hadn`t approached, but Dorothea knew it would only be a matter of seconds. Then, a glimpse of hope appeared at the horizon – or rather at the side of the road.

There, another blue Austin 7 had just stopped and the driver headed for the next door, obviously in a hurry. The cars weren`t identically, but they were of the same branch and of the same colour. So, Dorothea halted the car, jumped out and speeded towards the other Austin. As she had hoped, the driver had let the motor running and so, she rushed inside and drove off. The very moment when she was back at the street, the Rolls Royce appeared at the corner, now some 100 yards away.

„If we will see us again, you may thank me, Sally!“, Dorothea thought. She opened the window and showed her middle finger to the other car. Then, she kicked at the gas pedal, forcing the little car to it`s top speed of some 40 mph. Now, even if they caught her, she had done her best to save Sally. All that mattered now was getting as many meters as possible between her and her trussed up companion.

***

„Sorry!“, Wladimir panted and apologetically looked at Sally, his cheeks slightly reddened.

„Mhmm?“

It took Sally some seconds to realize what Wladimir meant. For some time, she had just enjoyed him kissing and licking her clit and labia and exploring her with his restless tongue. This was a new experience, but Sally had always been open-minded and if a new experience was so exiting and full of pleasure, she easily forgot about the fact that she still was bound and gagged or that she was in the hands of some criminals. She only had realized that Wladimir had freed her legs when he suddenly stopped and she used her heel to push his head back into her lap, moaning deeply and panting through her nose.
But Wladimir obviously had inhibitions because of the third person inside the room. From the bed, Lilija screamed through her gag and was squirming, causing the bed`s springs to squeak. She could barely see what was going on with the panties covering her face and in addition, she was quite distracted by the rope through her crotch. Since the heavy vase was tied to the rope`s other end and Lilija was moving constantly, it indeed swung like a pendulum, putting a permanent and irritating massage to the Russian`s most intimate parts.
„Sometimes, three`s a crowd!“

Wladimir cradled Sally in his arms and carried her into the bathroom where he sat her on the rim of the bathroom`s tab before he closed the door. Then, he took off his clothes, watched by Sally with an expression of anticipation.

Whilst her close friends – and she herself – considered Sally as being „experienced“ , others called her „slutty“ or „easy to take“. She had shared the bed – or the back seats of cars – with no less than seven men so far and her moral standards were quite different from those of society. Sally had never betrayed any of these men and never played with their feelings, but she also was sure that she could have some fun outside a steady relationship, let alone marriage.

So, when Wladimir had undressed himself and turned towards her, she slung her legs around him and accepted him with a deep, satisfied groan. Wladimir was a gentle lover, but now, it had turned out that he lacked endurance – or that Sally`s charms were just too overwhelming.

He looked so shamefaced when he withdrew from her that Sally had to bite down a giggle. She could not tell him that it had been a wonderful experience for her anyway, since she still was thoroughly gagged („Maybe, you are a screamer“, he had mocked when she had wanted to be ungagged earlier). So, she pressed her thighs against his body and leaned her forehead against his chest. For a while, he caressed her neck and Sally just closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat. Though their act had been a bit too short for her, she was not feeling disappointed. She could feel that Wladimir wasn`t ashamed because of himself, but because she mattered to him and he had wanted to make her feel lucky, too. Suddenly, Sally felt herself overwhelmed by feelings towards this man and now, she desperately wanted him to ungag her so she could finally kiss him.

However, a loud banging from the door interrupted that cosy moment, followed by some talking in Russian. Wladimir rose and quickly started to put on his clothes. When he was just closing his belt, the main door obviously was kicked open. Wladimir peeped through the keyhole of the bathroom door and cursed silently.

„The NKWD! Three or four men!“, he whispered.

Sally knew vaguely about the Soviet secret service and she shuddered. Wladimir was an aristocratic conspirator and they would sure not hesitate in killing him. And she was just an unwanted witness – a witness that would soon become a „collateral damage“.

Wladimir had finished dressing. His shirt was open and he looked as if he had spent a hard night drinking, but he had other things to be concerned about. Quickly, he opened the window.

„Mmmhmmm!“

Wladimir turned back to Sally and looked at her widened eyes. Then, he whispered:

„Did you really think I would leave you to these brutes, Sally?“

Quite unceremoneously, he loaded her over his shoulder, pressing his left against her bare butt to secure her. Then, he climbed the sill and carefully searched his way over the narrow ledge.

When years later Sally watched the famous „King Kong“ movie, she remembered this scene when she was hanging over the shoulder of Wladimir who was climbing over a roof. She had to keep herself from flailing about with her unbound legs. She knew that this would have endangered both their lifes, but for her, it was the obvious thing to do for a girl in such a situation.

However, Wladimir now had found an open window and sneaked inside. When he placed Sally on the toilet seat, she recognized the bathroom as that of Nymphadora.

Wladimir sneaked towards the door and carefully watched the corridor. It seemed to be empty, for he came back to Sally who had risen and was looking at him questioningly, forcing himself to smile optimistically.

„They haven`t noticed us yet. It seems that they are occupied with Lilija for the moment. Well, just stay here and be quiet. Sooner or later, someone will free you. However, it has been nice to meet you.“

He bent forward and kissed Sally`s forehead. For a second, their eyes met and he forced himself to turn away and to get back to the door. Wladimir had found a pistol lying on one of the desks and now, he once again examined the floor through the door gap. Suddenly, something pushed against his leg.

„Mmmhmmmph!“

Sally had stepped behind him. Wladimir turned around and grabbed her shoulders.

„Dear, I would have loved to stay together with you, but if I do so, we both will be killed.“

Resolutely, Sally stamped her foot and mmphed through her gag. She looked at Wladimir with her grey eyes, slightly tilting her head to the side. Now, Wladimir`s jaw dropped down.

„You – you want to come with me? Although you know what kind of man I am?“

„Mmhhmmm!“

Emphatically, Sally nodded. She could see that good sense and passion were fighting inside Wladimir`s head. She knew herself that her decision was insane, but she also knew that she could not act rationally now. Suddenly, he smiled and kissed her cheek.

„Maybe, this will be my last stupidity“, he breathed and began working on Sally`s armbinder.

***