Semjon Semjonow Arkadi had been the Soviet ambassador in Great Britain for three years now, but he had been living in London for a decade longer. He had been chosen for his job since he worked well with the British, not because he was a rabid supporter of communism. And so, when the message from that female NKWD agent had reached him about a possible heiress to the Russian throne, he had considered this to be nonsense and that the best would be to remain silent about this.
But then, he had received a phone call from Moskow, telling him about the importance of that very situation and so, he had decided to spend a visit to the Hotel mentioned in Lilija`s notice. With him, he took three members of the NKWD that were loyal mostly to him, as long as they had not to fear he was betraying the Soviet Union.
Unlike Semjon, his men were unable to act other than typical NKWD men – they were excellent in frightening people, but definitely lacked diplomatic skills. So, they had literally stormed the „Royal Oak“ and kicked open the door of Lilija`s room when nobody had answered their knocking.
When entering the room, Semjon and his men were indeed impressed, but not the way they had expected. Inside the room, there was only one person, and she was naked, bound and gagged. A tallish blonde was lying on the bed and had her wrists cuffed to the bedposts. Her legs had been folded and tied ankle to thigh and her knees were tied to the lower bedposts, forcing the woman to lie with her legs spread obscenely wide. Her head was covered with what Semjon recognized as a pair of lacy panties and the lower half of her face was wrapped with layers of tape. She stared at the entering men, squirming in her bonds and making faint sounds. Obviously, her mouth was thoroughly packed underneath the tape.
Then, his eyes fell on another detail of the woman`s bondage: a rope was tied between her legs and pulled upwards by another rope. This was running over a ceiling hook and obviously, a metal vase was tied to the other end, dangling and swinging whenever the woman moved her body. When Semjon approached, he could see that the rope had already found a way between the blonde`s labia and tied as she was, there was no chance of removing that rope without help.
He was a man of 45 and quite sportive, but now, he pretended that he felt weak and sat on the side of the bed. He touched for the vase and shifted his weight, causing the woman to cringe and to moan through her gag. Even though her face was mostly covered by the sweaty panties that clung to her skin, he could see that she was blushing all over from the humiliation. The bedposts literally ached from her desperate attempts to get her thighs closer together.
Semjon let his eyes wander over the naked, sweaty body of the pretty Lilija. Then, without taking his hand from the vase, he asked:
„So you are the promised princess?“
Actually, he had recognized Lilija, although he had only met her once before. He remembered her grey eyes and her figure looked just as he had imagined it. But he played the fool, enjoying the expression of fear and panic on Lilija`s face.
„Mmhhmmmmmph! Nnnggg! Mmmhhhrrrrr!“
„What? Once you are free, you want to kill every Russian that has supported our new Government? Then, we better leave you like that, naked, bound and gagged!“
„Mmmhhrrrrmmmmm!“
It took Lilija a few seconds to recognize that this had been just a rude joke and after a fearful squeal, she just panted and looked at the laughing men with a mixture of hate and embarrassment. Yet, Semjon still had his hand on the vase, using it to move the rope between her legs. In addition, he had made no attempt of removing her gag or freeing her from her bonds.
„Don`t be afraid, Lilija. I have of course remembered you – a plucky NKWD agent that somehow failed to accomplish her mission.“
„Mmhhmmmph! Uuhhmmmm!“
Now, Lilija felt deep, black fear growing within her. She had failed and the NKWD was not known for taking such things light hearted.
Semjon used the rope attached to Lilija`s crotch to get himself up. Then, he and his men withdrew to another corner of the room and had a whispering conversation. Lilija frantically screamed through the panties stuffing her mouth and pulled on her bonds, and when one of the NKWD men drew his gun, she almost fainted. But then, Semjon turned to her and the smile on his face was a bit wolfish, but not completely unfriendly.
„Lilija, as you perhaps know, the relationship between Britain and our country isn`t the best. So, leaving a dead body in a hotel room could lead to some diplomatic difficulties I want to avoid. Therefore, you will be spared.“
Lilija stared at him, not sure whether this was good news.
„And if we send you back to Mother Russia, the NKWD will kill you. The new leaders are a bit overzealous. Luckily for you, these three men here aren`t.“
The three men now smiled at her and even slightly bowed, but it was clear that they were not looking at Lilija`s eyes.
„Finally, just letting you go isn`t an option either. After all, you have failed and you have to be punished. But if you agree, you may stay alive and you won`t have to go to Siberia either. Does that sound fair to you?“
„Mhhmmph!“
Lilija wasn`t quite sure what Semjon expected from her. So, after some hesitating, she nodded slightly.
„Good. Now, here`s the deal. I need a secretary at my embassy. It`s a boring job and maybe, the end of a brilliant career, but you will be save – as long as you stay inside. Once you leave the area, you are outlawed and will be hunted by the NKWD.“
Lilija looked at Semjon. She was sure that in reality, he wanted her as his whore, as a quid pro quo for saving her life. However, Semjon seemed to have anticipated such thoughts and raised his hand.
„Lilija, what kind of man do you think I am? I don`t need to force women into my bed. if you feel attracted by me, well, we will see. But if not, I will be pleased if you can prepare a good coffee.“
Lilija blinked nervously. This indeed sounded like a chance for her to get out of this unharmed. So, she once again nodded. Now, Semjon smiled a bit forced.
„There is, however, a small problem. It`s not only me, it`s also my men. I tried to persuade them that they have been rewarded enough by seeing you in your naked beauty, but unfortunately, they demand more.“
Now, Lilija whimpered through her gag. She thought that she had understood Semjon only too well, but again, the ambassador managed to surprise her.
„No, none of them will touch you! But there is one thing we had a little discussion about and you are the only one who can solve that problem. Besides, you can prove that you really agree to my proposal.“
„Mhmm?“
„You remember that rope that is currently located between your legs?“
„Mmmph!“
Lilija blushed even deeper from this mocking question and she had never before felt the rough hemp so intense chaffing her soft flesh.
„Well, we were guessing whether you can reach the, ahem, peak of ecstasy by just getting this dangling vase to swing, even if someone is as stringently bound as you are.“
Lilija gasped with dismay. Did he really mean that-
„Yes, that`s the deal. Prove that it`s possible for a woman trussed up like you to climax and you will become my honoured secretary. If you fail – well, let`s say the new NKWD leader is not known to be a gentle person.“
Again, he sat beside her on the bed, this time not touching the rope. The three NKWD men placed themselves around her and looked at her with anticipation and glee.
Lilija trembled and looked from one of the four men to the other, mmphing frantically through her gag. They just waited, saying nothing. Lilija would have loved to faint, but this would not have helped her current situation. Semjon`s demand was monstrous – and yet, it was the better alternative. Lilija could play cold and strong as long as she was on the trigger, but she hung on her life and she was scared of what the NKWD would do with her.
„Mmhhhrrrrrrrrr! Uuuhhhmmmmmmmm!“
Lilija screamed with sheer frustration. Again, the four men watching her showed no reaction but interest. So, swallowing some saliva filtered by the other woman`s used panties that filled her mouth and closing her eyes in self denial, Lilija slowly and reluctantly began to rock her hips, causing the vase to swing around.
***
The chase had lasted for another 20 minutes when Dorothea`s small car finally broke down. Smoke was swelling from it`s engine and it refused to drive any further. In addition, she now had reached an abandoned court that offered no second exit. So, Dorothea searched her pockets for a weapon, but her gun was at her hotel room. So, she decided to play her last, little trump.
She exited the car and raised the diary. In her other hand, she was holding her lighter. When the other car stopped and Nymphadora stepped out, she said:
„One step further and you will lose this forever!“
Nymphadora laughed:
„Do it and your little friend will not see the next dawn!“
Now, Dorothea seemed to be a bit puzzled and Nymphadora continued:
„Oh, you thought you were rescuing Sally? No, the girl in the suitcase is our lovely princess, Olga! I hope your driving didn`t make her feel sick!“
Dorothea hesitated. They hadn`t realized yet that Olga was gone, but that didn`t improve her situation. So, she shrugged and threw the diary towards Nymphadora. When she tried to catch it, Dorothea started to run for the adjacent warehouse.
BANG!
Dorothea struggled and landed on the grass. When she had realized that she had not been hurt at all, she saw Nymphadora standing some steps away from her, in her right the still smoking revolver.
„So, I hit your left heel, although I had been aiming for your right. I really must improve on my shooting skills.“
„Nympha! The suitcase! It`s gone!“
Without taking her eyes from Dorothea who slowly was coming to her feet, Nymphadora let Fjodor tell her the news about the swapped cars. She cursed before she approached Dorothea who just considered whether to limp or to get off her boots.
„I have to admit that this came unexpected! So, we have to come back to plan B!“
Dorothea stared at her, looking for a way out. Plan B meant that she would be used as the fake princess. She had no idea how they would break their will, but she had no intention in finding it out either. However, it seemed that this court was offering no help from anyone and running away was not an option, since Nymphadora obviously knew how to shoot.
„Well, take me to your hideout“, she said, trying to sound as if she had just lost in a game. However, it seemed that Nymphadora had other plans.
„It looks as if this place isn`t very frequented. And since we have to make some preparations before leaving, I think we can also find a nice place for you here!“
So, Dorothea, stumbling because of her ruined left boot, was forced to follow the two Russians inside the warehouse. Inside, there was a ragbag of things that looked like artifacts from all cultures around the world. Obviously, this were the rooms of an scenery builder or someone who equipped funfairs and ghost trains.
„Look, your twin sister“, Dorothea mocked when she spotted a figure of an old ugly witch. Nymphadora fumed, but obviously, she had found what she was looking for. It was a sarcophagus that was way too coloured to look real, but it also looked quite solid and heavy.
Dorothea gulped. It looked as if they wanted to lock her inside the wooden coffin. She hoped that it had some air supply.
However, Nymphadora seemed to be fascinated about lots of other things that could be described as a collection of clothes and things that could be more or less associated with the ancient Egypt. She giggled gleefully when she spoke to Dorothea:
„If you will perhaps become a Tsarina, how about getting used to the role by playing a Pharaoh?“
„So, you will scrub my back whilst I take a bath in donkey`s milk?“
„Later, maybe, my plucky friend. But don`t you think that you are wearing too much clothes for taking a bath?“
Dorothea sighed. So, it was again that someone wanted her to strip. She looked around for an escape, but Nymphadora and Fjodor now both had guns in their hands and besides, Nymphadora ordered her to sit on the floor before removing her boots. Next, she slipped out of her black coat. She looked up to her captors, but they just waited for her to continue. Dorothea pulled the seam of her blouse from her skirt and began unbuttoning it, revealing her white lacy bra. With some difficulties from being forced to sit, she shimmied down her skirt. Now, she was only wearing her gartered stockings, her bra and matching white lace panties.
„Ah, nice and ample“, Nymphadora mentioned when Dorothea had loosened her bra.
„Envious?“
She made no attempt of hiding herself and even thrust out her boobs a bit. However, having to remove her panties under four prying eyes was a bit harder and so, she blushed slightly when she did so.
„Good. Now, see what I found here!“
She ordered Dorothea to stand up and brought several bandage rolls. The blonde had to make fists and Nymphadora tightly wrapped her hands and forearms with two of the bandages, securing them with tape. Dorothea tested her fingers, but found out that she could not move them at all.
„Once I heard that an embalming took some 70 days. I hope we can improve on that.“
„As long as you will not try to get my brain out of my skull through my nose“, Dorothea replied, still trying to show an attitude of not caring at all.
Nymphadora had also found a roll of thin packing cord. She cut some lengths, then, she began to work on Dorothea`s legs. She tied the blonde`s big toes, her ankles, her legs above and below her knees and finally, her thighs. Each rope was pulled extremely tight and was cinched also. Then, she forced Dorothea to sit on a chair and wrapped her legs with bandages, covering them from the tips of her toes to some inch below her crotch. This too was secured by additional rounds of cord that was then covered with tape.
„After your little friend broke from my suitcase, I better do things right“, Nymphadora hissed. Dorothea knew about Sally`s escape skills, but she definitely didn`t like that she had to pay for that.
„Now, for a gag. But before...“
With surprising gentleness, she braided Dorothea`s long hair to a long, taut plait and secured it with some cord from loosening. Then, she took a candle and lit it. Dorothea bit down her fear when she saw the flame, but Nymphadora just produced two wax balls.
„Just to help you concentrating on your mysterious journey, Cleopatra!“, she mocked before she worked the wax balls deep into Dorothea`s ears, rendering her deaf. Then, she grabbed the long braid and pulled it back until Dorothea opened her mouth and groaned with pain. She felt something soft touching her lips and a moment later, she tasted that it was a pair of panties. She involuntarily waved around with her arms, but Fjodor grabbed her and so, Nymphadora could work the panties she had taken from Sally earlier deep into her cheeks and throat. Actually, these were Sally`s finest, but to Dorothea it was just a foul tasting, big ball of silk. She retched and tried not to moan when Nymphadora forced a cloth with a giant knot in it between her teeth. She repeatedly pulled on the cloth`s ends and pushed the knot deeper into the blonde`s mouth before tying it off at the back of her neck.
„Uuuuhmmmm! Mmmhmmmph!“
Nymphadora said something Dorothea could not hear or read from her lips. Then, she felt that a belt was tied between her lips, securing the gag and pushing the cloth wad even deeper down her throat.
„Nnnnnnnggg!“
Now, the Russian pushed her knife against Dorothea`s chin and forced her to close her jaw the few millimeters she could manage by biting hard on her gag. When she secured her jaw in this position with some tape, Dorothea could only produce some barely audible grunts in the back of her throat, only noticeable for her as vibrations.
Like a presenter at a show, Nymphadora now draped four more items in front of Dorothea: another pair of panties, a black cloth, another bandage and a roll of tape. Dorothea tried to avoid being hooded with the used panties, but it took the Russian only seconds until the crotch part was covering her nose and she could tie the cloth over her head, blindfolding her. Dorothea then felt that her head was wrapped with the bandage and also some tape. Nymphadora took care not to block her nose, but since she had to breathe through two layers of silk, this had become quite difficult.
And yet, when Fjodor let her arms go, she frantically flailed about and tried to work on her mummified head with her tightly wrapped hands. Dorothea knew that she showed no dignity, but she just tried in vain to get free until exhaustion stopped her.
However, Nymphadora was far from being finished. Now, she tied a scarf around Dorothea`s waist. Before she tied another one to that, she tied several knots in it. This, she pushed between the blonde`s tightly tied thighs, causing the sweat clad Dorothea to wriggle and to make barely audible sounds. Nymphadora playfully pulled on the ends, making the knots rub over the girl`s clit and working it deep between her labia and buttocks before tying it off to her waist scarf.
„So, time to take care she will be as agile as the typical mummy.“
Fjodor had brought a long narrow board. Meanwhile, Nymphadora had taken the long braid of Dorothea`s hair, threaded the end through her crotch rope where it emerged from between her buttocks and tied it off with some twine. Now, even moving her head would have consequences for the blonde girl.
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They leaned Dorothea against the board and tied her legs to it, using two more of the bandages. the lat two were used to tie her upper body to the post. Flodor stretched her arms over her body and Nymphadora wrapped one bandage tightly around the board and her belly between her waist and her breasts. Then, she repeated the procedure above her breasts, pinning her upper chest to the board.
Now, they crossed her arms in front of her and tied her wrists with a scarf, making sure that her arms did not cover her boobs, but uplift them. Then, they tied the wrist tie off to her crotch rope, to keep her from bringing up her wrapped arms. Last, they took the cord and tied Dorothea`s elbows behind the board, as tightly as they could manage.
„Phew, what an effort, but I think it was worth it“, Nymphadora breathed, admiring the stiff and helpless bundle Dorothea had become. All she could do now were weak moves of her head and some fluttering of her forearms. Nymphadora thought about taping her head against the board, but decided against it. Whenever Dorothea would move her head or her arms, she would put an massage to her crotch. And since the girl would have to stay inside the sarcophagus for quite some time, she decided to allow her this little distraction.
They opened the lid of the sarcophagus and embedded her inside. Before they locked Dorothea in, Nymphadora bent forward and began to play with the blonde`s nipples. The girl tried to twitch, but after a while, she relaxed and Nymphadora could see that the had grown hard and erect. Now, she took two cloth pegs and placed them at Dorothea`s buds, causing her to cringe in her unyielding bonds. Her cry of pain could not be heard from a few feet`s distance.
Now, Nymphadora took her gun and fired an airhole into the lid before putting it in place again.
„If she gets free from that, I will play the roll of the Tsarina myself“, she laughed as they left the warehouse. Fjodor, however was in less high spirits. He was concerned whether their plan had a chance at all now.
***
Since Semjon and the NKWD men were occupied with watching Lilija in her involuntary masturbating, Wladimir and Sally had no difficulties in leaving their room. Sally had dressed after she had quickly sneaked into her and Dorothea`s room and, despite Wladimir told her to hurry, she insisted on putting on some lipstick and perfume and to brush her hair, too.
„I don`t want to start letting myself go from the very beginning. That`s how romance left the relationship of my parents.“
„Oh, come on, I`ve seen worse things than you with disheveled hair“, the impatient Wladimir complained, causing Sally to playfully do the drama queen.
„Oh, yes, of course, you`ve watched me peeing, we have casual sex in the bathroom without even kissing before, we-“
„Why on earth did I ungag you?“, Wladimir groaned. Without a warning, Sally grabbd his hair, pulled his head down to her face and kissed him. It was a wild and passionate, almost violent kiss, but Wladimir kissed her back, pressing her against the wall. His hand found it`s way under her skirt and she lifted her leg. Suddenly, Sally withdrew her head and, after playfully biting his lip, she panted:
„Isn`t that better than just hearing me scream through a pair of panties stuffed into my mouth?“
Wladimir licked his lips and smiled:
„Okay, okay, I will only keep you gagged once you stop kissing like that and start nagging. But now, we should better see for your friend. It`s quite a distance from here.“
However, when they reached the lobby, there was quite a crowd of exited men. An angry elder man was talking to a policeman whilst a man in a chauffeur`s uniform was interviewed by some reporters. Obviously, something had disturbed the silent dignity of the „Royal Oak“.
„Wait a minute“, Wladimir said and went to one of the reporters. The man smiled and he and Wladimir shook hands. Then, after some talking, he came back to Sally and left the hotel together with her.
„I know Peter from university. He told me that a blonde woman in a black coat has entered a blue Austin and drove off with it. Then, another tall blonde woman and a man knocked down the old fellow and his chauffeur, took their car and started a car chase throughout the city.“
After a while, Sally and Wladimir had reconstructed the whole story. So, Dorothea had escaped from the abandoned factory, but then, she had taken the Russian`s car with the bound and gagged Olga in it.
„Peter promised me that I can phone him at the editorial office in a few hours when he has news about the car chase. But now, we should try to get to where Nympha and Fjodor are. If they have Olga, they might let you and Dorothea go, just as promised.“
„And you will go to France?“, Sally asked, biting her lip like a schoolgirl, although she cursed herself for behaving like this. Wladimir took her in his arms.
„Actually, I don`t know. The whole conspiracy sounded like an adventure to us, with the benefit of ending a brutal regime and maybe even getting my father`s land back. It was like a sign from above, when all the puzzle pieces seemed to fit together.“
„Puzzle pieces?“, Sally asked, not understanding a word.
„Oh, we haven`t started the whole operation just because of the old diary. There are other documents and altogether, they are telling a plausible story. I would tell you everything now, but-“
„But as long as we don`t know where Dorothea is and how your friends will react at our, well, let`s call it a relationship, it`s saver for me not to know too much.“
„You are really more than just a pretty little thing.“
Wladimir kissed her and then, though they were facing a dangerous situation and Sally also was concerned about Dorothea, they took each other`s hands like careless lovebirds and ran for the next Underground station.
***
Charles Peter Quint had been working for several hours, trying to arrange quite a lot of things before he had stopped at the place where Dorothea had taken his car. So, the tired man just rushed into the car he thought it was his and did not recognize it wasn`t before he stopped at the river some two hours later to have a sandwich. Then, his eyes fell on the suitcase in the back.
He still was worried about how to explain this mix-up to the actual car owner who perhaps had already called the police when he thought that he had heard a faint sound. Curious, Charles opened the back door and examined the suitcase. It was made of leather, quite large and it looked absolutely ordinary – except for a knotted piece of rope protruding between the two buckles. For a moment, he thought it could be the fuse of a bomb, but then, he laughed at himself for being so childish.
He bent forward and pulled on the rope. After a few inches, he felt resistance and from inside, he could hear a muffled sound.
„Uuuuhhhmmmmm!“
Charles repeated the experiment for a few times and each time, something within answered him. Now, something reached his nostrils. From the tiny gap caused by the rope emerged a scent he hadn`t smelled for years. It was a mixture of sweat and perfume. Obviously, there was a woman inside this suitcase.
Now, Charles hastily pulled the suitcase out of the car, opened the buckles and lifted the lid.
„Mmhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm!“
the perplexed Charles looked down at a naked woman, stowed into the tiny space and trussed up with ropes. Her head was completely wrapped in tape and she weakly tried to squirm.
„Don`t worry, Miss, I will have you free in a minute!“
This was a lie, since he needed some two minutes to lift her up and to peel the tape from her head. He then pulled the stocking from Olga`s head. A pair of brown, beautiful eyes blinked at him, partially covered by another hood that Charles recognized as a pair of panties.
„Mhhmmmm! Uuhmmph!“
Quickly, Charles untied the cloths cleave-gagging the girl and helped her to spit out a considerable wad of silk that turned out to be another pair of panties.
„Where did I get myself into?“, he thought, but then, he began to untie the girl who, after some panting, breathed.
„T-thank you!“
When Charles had freed her arms and legs, his eyes fell on the rope that was tied between her legs and he suddenly realized that it had been this rope he had pulled several times, albeit not knowing what it was.
Suddenly blushing, he turned away, removed his jacket and handed it to the girl over his shoulder.
„J-just tell me when you are ready“, he stammered, now seriously embarrassed. After a while, Charles felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned around and to his relief, Olga now was wearing one of the dresses that had upholstered her tiny prison. She looked like a tramp, but now, she was at least more or less decent.
„T-thank you again, S-Sir. I-I-I-“
Suddenly, she burst out in tears and Charles clumsily put his arms around her. Then, after a while, Olga cleared her nose and looked at him.
„A-are you a real rescuer? I mean, have you really freed me, just to help me?“
„Well, y-yes“, the now totally perplexed Charles answered. He didn`t understand a word, but when the girl now smiled, he forgot about everything but the beauty in front of him.
***