Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 7

»Maybe, we should try to somehow call for help?«

Kristin`s question had been an obvious idea, but Isabelle, being under tension, hissed:

»Great idea, I would never have considered that!«

In fact, she had thought how they could alert the Police or at least someone who could get help from somewhere. However, their phones still had no access to the net. Isabelle had considered firing the last three shots from their flare guns, but then, they would lose their only distance weapon. Besides, whoever would slip outside would have to more or less crawl through the snow; there were plenty of skis and snowshoes at the office, but since they had thought that they would only have to wait for a few hours, they hadn`t thought of taking those with them.

The Russians hadn`t tried to get inside the house for a second time. However, just waiting was tearing on their nerves and so, every of the seven women hid her fears behind a more or less strong aggression. None of them had any experience in being besieged, if one didn`t count Samantha`s excessive consume of anime.

Isabelle mumbled an excuse towards Kristin, but a few minutes later, she found another valve for her nervosity:

»Samantha! Would you mind not doing lap dance training on the couch? The hen night games were called off, you know!«

Indeed, Samantha had been shifting her position unruly for some time now. Her younger sister glanced at her.

»I have to pee!«

Two or three chuckled, but in fact, Samantha had spoken out a problem that hardly ever occurred in the movies. They had had coffee each, since none of them wanted to risk falling asleep and maybe risking their enemies to be successful.

»Maybe, they have given up anyway«, Lioba tried to be optimistic. »Some hour ago, I think I heard a snow mobile!«

Lalita and Cordelia nodded, for they had also thought that there had been the sound of an engine, but Veronique used the opportunity to speak against Lioba:

»Feel free to give it a try!«

»After you, Darling!«

The two did not start a quarrel, but just glanced at each other. Samantha sighed and Isabelle could see the distressed look at her face. Feeling pity, she peeked through the curtain. The snow had stopped, and some moonlight came through the clouds, allowing her to see the outhouse, just some ten yards away. She made a decision:

»All right, Ladies! I am sure Lolly booked a resort with access to a bathroom! So, we will go in turns! Two may go, whilst the others cover them!«

The strategy was quite simple: Two girls would go to the outhouse and do their business, whilst the others would wait by the open door, the flare guns ready. Isabelle hoped that she was right with her assumption that the Russians didn`t want them dead. Otherwise, they could have fired through the windows or simply have thrown a grenade.

Samantha and Lioba were the first to go, each equipped with a snow shuffle. Isabelle and Cordelia, each armed with a flare gun, stood ready to cover them whilst Lalita and Kristin kept an eye on the area around the outhouse from the window.

»Be ware of splinters if you sit down!«, Veronique said towards Lioba who answered with her middle finger.

»All right, let`s go!«

The two stepped outside, feeling exposed as the veranda light went on, but everything remained silent. They then shuffled their way free, knowing that at least, the others would benefit from their work. Luckily, the outhouse was positioned on a podium and so, the doors of the two cabins weren`t blocked by snow. Both slipped inside and whilst Lioba carefully looked if there were really any splinters, she could hear a splashing sound from the adjacent cabin, accompanied by a sigh of relief.

»So far, it worked out!«, Lioba thought, lowered her trousers, pantyhose and panties and sat down.

BANG!

There was a single shot, and the girls heard a clink. At the same time, the light coming through the heart-shaped openings went darker. Lioba realized that the shot had destroyed the veranda light. There was some shouting, and then, the door fell shut. Obviously, none of their friends had got hurt, but now, she and Samantha were trapped in the toilet cabins.

***

Milena smiled. The distance had been more than 250 yards, but the veranda light had been an easy target, and she was not only the leader of the troop, but also their best markswoman. So, she had taken position. They had rightfully guessed that the trapped girls would rather sooner than later try to see what was going on if they no longer heard from their opponents.

Now, their position had changed dramatically for the better. She waved a signal, and from two sides, Olesya and Nastja now approached the outhouse whilst Milena aimed at the door of the main house, just in case one of the girls would try to assist their friends.

***

»Oh my God!«

From the window, the five remaining women had helplessly watched as two women clad in white had emerged from behind the outhouse, aiming at Lioba and Samantha through the openings in the doors. A few seconds later, the two had stepped out.

»What can we do now?«, Lalita asked, but Isabelle remained silent. She still had the flare gun, but these were not meant for aiming at a target, and besides, there were not only the two now holding Lioba and Samantha at gunpoint, but also the third that had shot the veranda light.

»All right!«, the taller of the two Russians now shouted at the house, »you have two choices! Either, you come out with your hands raised!«

She spoke English, with a noticeable accent. Isabelle resisted her urge to ask for the second option. They watched as now, both Samantha and Lioba were forced to kneel in the snow, their hands folded at the backs of their heads.

»If you make us wait, we will force your friends to remove one clothes item each minute!«

Since they had thought it would only be a short trip, Lioba and Samantha had only put on their boots, but lacked a coat. They had their trousers and sweaters, and so, they would not be able to resist the effects of the cold for long.

»All right, it seems that at least I have no other choice! Samantha`s my sister – and I also like Lioba!«

Lalita stepped beside Isabelle.

»I don`t know the two that well – but I like you!«

Cordelia didn`t say anything, but she also joined the two. Veronique looked outside where the two reluctant captives were just pulling their sweaters over their heads.

»Fuck! Why couldn`t Lioba go alone?«

Kristin also stepped towards them. She wasn`t related to any of the women, but she knew that she would not have stood a chance if she had decided to stay in the house alone. Isabelle looked outside, seeing Samantha shiver in her T-Shirt whilst Lioba at least sported a long-sleeved one.

»Could you go first? I will at least try one thing!«

She jumped for the coffee table, picked a sheet and quickly scribbled a note about what had happened to them. Then, she turned the sheet upside down.

»Maybe, they won`t notice it!«, she thought and then followed her friends outside.

The Russians made them all put their hands behind their heads and kneel beside Lioba and Samantha. With clattering teeth, Samantha tried to smile.

»A-at l-least, I c-c-could f-finish!«

They had to wait for one of the Russians to look inside, obviously to check whether they were the entire group. Then, the other one shouted something towards the one on the hill and they were allowed back inside where they had to line up in the living room.

»Gdje Linnea?«

»Ne snaju!«

The short dialogue was all they said whilst they were waiting for number three. Lioba and Samantha were still shivering, and their nipples stood out under their flimsy garments. However, they still had to keep their hands folded at their napes, though now, they were at least allowed to remain on their feet.

Now, a small brunette entered, carrying a bulky bag she placed on the floor. Her eyes wandered over the captives and stopped at Cordelia.

»You had the idea with the hot water!«

Cordelia gulped. She could see no burns on the Russian`s face, but obviously, she had not taken the attack easily. The brunette now showed a cold smile.

»We were hoping that you were hosting one of our missing – guests! Unfortunately, she isn`t with you! So, what shall we do?«

She really seemed to wait for an answer. Isabelle felt puzzled. The obvious would have been to ask the Russian to let them go, but she knew that this would hardly be an option. Another possibility was that they would leave them behind, trussed up and gagged – or dead!

»Now, since none of you has got an idea, we will follow my plan! You will join us on a little walk!«

She now opened the bag, producing several pairs of snowshoes – and two coiled ropes. The black haired one said:

»Let`s start with the youngest!«

Samantha had to step forward and had to put on her boots. Then, she also had to pick her coat, cap and gloves. She had to put these items on, but had to leave the coat open. One of the Russians then cut a piece of rope and tied Samantha`s wrists, crossing them at the back of her neck. The ends of this rope were sung around the girl`s neck twice and then knotted off at her throat.

Each girl had to give her age, and one by one, they were tied up the same way. Each had to put on gloves and a cap and had to leave her coat open. Kristin, who turned out to be the oldest with 39, had to borrow these items from the others. She still sported her white blouse and the pencil skirt, since she had only put on her lined knee-length boots for the short walk from her office. Veronique also was wearing a skirt, though she had adjusted to the climate a bit by also wearing an opaque pantyhose.

»This is a quiet area! So, we want you to be quiet on our trip!«

The auburn haired said something in Russian that caused the others to laugh. Then, she went up the stairs, obviously rummaging through their sleeping rooms. Isabelle, who stood beside Lioba, whispered:

»Could you understand what they said?«

She remembered that Lioba spoke a little Russian.

»Just one word: ›trusiki‹!«

»And what does it mean?«

Lioba grinned wryly.

»Panties!«

Indeed, the Russian returned a few minutes later, waving a bunch of panties. Isabelle could see that she had obviously chosen those they had already worn during their trip.

»Now, since we are civilized, we will each of you give her own! Now, whose are these?«

The black haired had raised a pair of plain white cotton panties. The captives looked at each other with uneasiness. Veronique had turned pale, and Kristin also shook her head with disbelief; unlike the others, none of them had ever been gagged with her own underwear.

Cordelia sighed and stepped forward.

»They are mine!«

She didn`t want to be overly obedient, but she could guess that the alternatives would be even more humiliating. The Russian balled up the panties whilst her comrade produced a roll of duct tape. The third watched them at gunpoint.

»Before I gag you – what is your bra size?«

Cordelia hesitated, but then, she whispered:

»34C.«

»I can`t hear you!«

»I am a 34C!«

»Like me! A nice handful, but not too big, don`t you agree?«

At least, she didn`t expect an answer to that question. Instead, she worked the panties behind Cordelia`s teeth and the other Russian sealed her lips with two rounds of tape.

»Now, we seem to have a pirate here! For this can only be an eyepatch!«

Indeed, the tiny black thong consisted of little more than a triangle and a few strings. It was Samantha`s. the girl stepped forward and said with a steady voice:

»These are mine! Samantha, 32C!«

The Russian seemed to ponder.

»They are quite small – I don`t want you to swallow them and choke!«

Her auburn haired comrade handed her a pair of used pantyhose and rolled them to a ball. The thong was draped around them and then, Samantha was gagged, too.

Lioba had noticed that Veronique was staring with disbelief and growing fear at the gagging ceremony. She even felt a little glee, but then, it was her turn to identify herself as the owner of a white lacy thong and to out she was a 34C, too. Her panties were considered too small, too, and so, she then had to chew on a pair of used pantyhose, too, sealed in by two rounds of tape.

»Their so called courtesy has its limits – for the pantyhose aren`t mine!«

The Russians then admired the style of two silk pairs, one in a bright turquoise with a blue lacing, the other one white, but with ornaments woven into the cloth. Both were produced by Lalita, but only the latter were hers, whilst the others belonged to Isabelle. The redhead had to tell she was a 32C and was gagged, but in Lalita´s case, the auburn haired stepped to her and cupped the Indian`s breasts.

»Ah, a true 34D, like me, isn`t it! In reality, they are the best size!«

She kept fondling Lalita for the time it took her comrade to gag the girl. Then, only one pair was left. They were golden, with leopard prints on it, and consisted of Lycra. Involuntarily, Isabelle had to remember Mike´s joke about Veronique going commando, and she wondered that these panties were quite substantial.

»N-n-no, please, I-«

The brunette just shrugged.

»It`s your choice, Big Tits – either the panties in your mouth, or a bullet between the eyes!«

Somehow, her casual tone was even more threatening than a yelled order would have been. With trembling lips, Veronique stammered:

»The-these are m-mine!«

The black haired let her eyes wander over Veronique`s tight sweater.

»I saw you on the pier, you know? As you were showing your tits to the whole world! I have to admit you are the most stacked of you all! How big are they?«

Veronique panted before she could gasp:

»36DD!«

The Russians all whistled in mocking admiration, causing Veronique to blush. Then, the black haired approached her and held the panties up, cringing her nose.

»You are a naughty girl, Big Tits! Whom have you been thinking of when wearing these?«

»About two thirds of the male population, including my fiancé!«, Isabelle involuntarily thought as now, the auburn haired had grabbed the struggling Veronique from behind whilst the black haired pinched her nose shut and slowly stuffed the panties into her mouth. The retching was terrible, but finally, Veronique was gagged like her friends, her chest heaving from her heavy breathing.

Kristin had watched the whole ordeal like it was a nightmare she would wake up from any second. Now, the two Russians turned their attention on her. The black haired said with feigned regret:

»Seems you haven`t brought any panties with you! So, we will just tape your mouth – if you be a good girl and give us your bra size, too!«

Kristin let out a sigh of relief before she breathed:

»36D!«

»Ah, the sharpest concurrent of Big Tits!«

The black haired began to rip off some tape. Suddenly, the auburn haired theatrically slapped her forehead.

»Oh, what a sheep am I! When I was at your house before, I found these!«

She produced a pair of white silk panties from her back pocket. They had a frilly lace trimming and Kristin recognized them as one of her own she seemed to have forgotten in her hamper.

»Now, will you be a good girl, or do I have to be rough – again?«

The Russian repeatedly put two fingers together and Isabelle guessed that she was referring to the clothespin she had placed on Kristin`s nipple. The blonde Norwegian shuddered, but then opened her mouth and allowed them to gag her. Since the panties were quite big, this was accompanied by some groaning and retching, but finally, all seven captives were gagged and had their hands tied to their necks.

The two Russians now did a quick, yet humiliating search of their captives` pockets, placing all they found on the floor and then gleefully crashing the cell phones with the butts of their rifles. They nodded approvingly and then, the black haired said:

»Good! Now, to make sure you won`t get lost in the dark!«

She cut seven more pieces of rope, each some three yards in length. Then, Samatha had to step forward. The others watched with horror as the black haired opened her belt and lowered her trousers to her knees. Then, she doubled the rope and slung it around her waist, producing a noose. The ends were then brought from the front down between her legs, up between her buttocks and then were threaded through the waist rope again. The Russian pulled the slack out until Samantha reared up and mewed. Then, her comrade adjusted her trousers and closed her coat whilst the black haired tied the dangling ends of the crotch rope to the rope around Lalita`s neck. Then it was the Indian`s turn to be equipped with a similar crotch rope that was then tied to Isabelle`s neck. The procedure continued with Lioba and Cordelia; each of the five got her trousers pulled down, so the ropes ran directly over their pubic mounds, only upholstered by their panties and pantyhoses.

In Veronique`s case, who was second to last in the row, They spared her to pull down her skirt, but instead, it was pushed up by the rope, revealing her black panties. Then, when it came to Kristin, the Russian gathered the tight pencil skirt around her hips before applying the crotch rope. Since she was last in the row, the ends were tied off to her own neck rope instead.

With all captives now restrained and gagged, the third one now helped her two comrades to tied snowshoes to all their feet. Then, the brunette said:

»Before we go, we want you to know that we keep things informal! So, you may just call me Milena!«

»Olesya!«, said the black haired and even dropped a curtsey. The auburn haired purred:

»I am Anastasja! Or Nastja, for my friends!«

After a pause, she added:

»Or ›Nasty‹, for my good friends! And speaking of that-«

She cut yet another piece of rope. Then, she threaded it through Samantha`s crotch rope, not bothering to open her belt. She then tied the ends together and, using the rope like a leash, she forced the row of captives to follow her outside whilst the other two followed with their rifles shouldered.

»At least, they haven`t discovered my note!«, Isabelle thought when a tug on her neck forced her to stagger after Lalita.

***

After her comrades had left, Lenya had for a while just remained quiet, trying to cope with being bound and gagged. The handcuffs were tolerable, though too tight to just slip out of them; the zip ties tying her legs were tight, and the hogtie was uncomfortable, but she wouldn`t die from it. The gag was worse; not only was it large, her feelings for Mailin didn`t include loving the taste of her sock.

The cold inside the room was also a problem. So, Lenya had moved closer to Mailin, pressing her boobs against hers and also making their tummies touch. This part of her bondage wasn`t the worst, but Lenya couldn`t help staring at the bruises on her companion`s face. The one on her cheek, partially covered by the gag, was just a reddening of the skin, less bad then her own bruise on her temple that still hurt a bit, though Milena hadn`t hit her harder than she had considered necessary to make Lenya look convincing.

However, there was a second bruise at Mailin`s temple. The blow had knocked her out, and still, the Norwegian hadn`t regained her consciousness. Suddenly, a terrible thought shot through Lenya`s head:

»What if she`s got a concussion?«

The problem wasn`t the headaches; usually, these would cease after some time. But if someone woke up who had a severe head injury, the person usually had to throw up. And with the gag in her mouth, Mailin would choke. Choke right in front of her eyes.

Lenya once again tried her bonds, but the zip ties were as unyielding as the cuffs. She had to figure out something else.

Looking around in the sleeping room, her eyes fell on the edge of the bed. It was old fashioned, with posts on each end. Lenya had an idea: if she failed, their position would be even worse, but she just had to give it a try.

Carefully not to push Mailin from the bed, she squirmed and wriggled until she had reached the lower end of the bed. When she turned her back towards the post, she could hear a muffled shot from outside. Had this been her colleagues, or was it just a local hunter?

Mailin, though still unconscious, twitched and made a faint sound. Lenya twisted her body and hooked her arms over the bedpost. Then, she took a few deep breathes through her nose.

»I only have one try! For Mailin!«

With all her strength, Lenya darted forward. She fell over the bed`s edge and for a second, she hung from the zip tie connecting her wrists and ankles. Then, her weight caused the plastic cable to rip and she landed on the carpet, boobs forward.

»Mph!«

No longer hogtied, she could now get her cuffed hands to the front. She quickly ungagged herself, panting and licking her lips as she had pulled the dreadful sock filled with the scarf from her mouth. Then, she managed to get to her feet. With her muscles now under tension, the zip ties cut even deeper into her flesh, but Lenya hopped over to the door behind which was Kristin`s private bathroom. It had some two square meters, but after rummaging through the drawers, she found what she had been looking for: a pair of nail scissors.

Once she had freed her legs, she rushed back to the bed. Mailin now blinked and moaned, accompanied by some chortling sounds.

»Just a minute!«

She hastily cut the zip ties that hogtied Mailin and restrained her legs. Then, she simply put her arm under the Norwegian`s armpits and pulled her over to the toilet where she ripped the tape from her mouth.

»Mhnnngg!«

Lenya barely managed to work the gag out of Mailin`s mouth and to remove the seat before Mailin had to throw up. She held her still braided hair and brushed over Mailin`s bare shoulders with her other hand. When she was finished, she wiped her mouth with toilet paper and then made Mailin drink some water from a glass that had contained Kristin`s toothbrush.

»Wha-what? M-my head-«, Mailin croaked. She still looked more than dizzy, and her attempt to get to her feet failed miserably. Lenya hugged her. When she noticed their breasts were still bare, she slightly blushed and adjusted her bra. Then, she also covered Mailin`s boobs, though she felt a bit awkward when her hands brushed over them – and she also regretted to no longer be able to see them.

»Just remain where you are, I will get you out of this!«

Lenya rushed down the stairs. In the lobby, she found that their uniforms and thermo suits had been shredded to a pile of scraps with a knife.

»Nastja!«, she hissed angrily. At least, their boots were intact and when she searched through the remnants of Mailin`s trousers, she discovered the keys of the snow mobile, and also those to the handcuffs. Now, she was at least free, though she was still only clad in her underwear.

Being sure that Kristin had some clothes here, she ran back to the sleeping room. However, in the after-season, Kristin rarely spent the nights at the office and so, except for some underwear, she only found one combination of business outfit, a white blouse, a grey suit jacket and a matching knee-length skirt. Since she would be the one to drive, she put on the clothes that fit more bad than good.

Lenya tried to remember the map of Kirkenes. Both the Police Office and her apartment were on the other end of the town, but Mailin`s house was considerably close.

»My head – hurts! I am – uff!«

Once again, Mailin had failed in getting up, but her clear eyes showed that she had more or less regained her ability to think clearly. Lenya made a quick decision: she grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it tightly around Mailin after she had freed her wrists, too.

»Just a few more minutes!«

Quite unceremoniously, she then hoisted Mailin over her shoulder and carried her down the stairs, ignoring her weak protests. At the lobby, she then put on her boots and also put Mailin`s back to her feet.

»Now, all you have to do is to sit still for a few minutes!«

She caried Mailin towards the snow mobile and there managed to find a position that allowed her to still reach the handle whilst Mailin was sitting in front of her, wedged between the fittings and Lenya`s body.

She started the snow mobile and, not spending one thought on her comrades, she drove as fast as Mailin`s safety allowed, heading for her house. The cold air bit into her skin and also, she felt it under her skirt. Luckily, it was just a three miles ride to the house. Here, she carried her inside and placed her on the couch. The house was cold and so, she began by lighting a fire. Mailin was awake, but the short trip, so inappropriately dressed, had caused her to get hypothermic and she trembled, though she was still wrapped into the blanket.

»My head! In the drawer – in the kitchen – Aspirin!«

Quickly, Lenya brought the desired and held a glass to Mailin`s lips, so she could pour down two pills. The fire already was burning and she could feel it would soon get warm. So, she decided that she could have something stronger, too.

She picked a bottle of Aquavit, took a determined sip herself, and then held the bottle`s neck to Mailin`s lips. She coughed after a few drops and croaked:

»Easy, girl – no need to fill me up!«

Lenya hugged her again and kissed the bruise on her temple. Mailin twitched. With a forced smile, she said:

»Ouch! Even your lips hurt! That`s the worst!«

Their eyes met, and for a few seconds, none of them spoke, though both were breathing heavily. Finally, Lenya gently took Mailin`s head in her hands. With a hoarse voice, she breathed:

»Well, I don`t have to kiss you on your temple!«

Mailin let out  fluttering breath and then, their lips met. The Norwegian chortled and when Lenya`s tongue pushed forward, she parted her teeth and their tongues touched. Lenya closed her eyes and for long minutes, there was nothing but tenderness and passion, as their kiss remained soft, but grew more and more intense. When Lenya finally withdrew a bit, Mailin looked at her, blinking.

»I-is it- is it – real?«

The question reminded Lenya that what was going on right now wasn`t based on truthfulness and honesty, but she just smiled and answered:

»You are not dreaming, sweet Mailin!«

Mailin sighed and closed her eyes again, showing a smile that showed her feelings, a mixture of joy and relief. She breathed:

»Can you release my hair and kiss me at the same time?«

»When did you learn to read my thoughts?«, Lenya replied and bent over Mailin again.

***

With their combined military experience, Mike and Bishop had analysed the situation, assisted by the others:

»So, the Russians are planning something at the abandoned listening post – and it looks as if the CIA has heard about it, too!«

It was a guess that the Black worked for the CIA, but she had spoken English and also mentioned towards Linnea that she was from South Carolina. In addition, she seemed to be a trained soldier or agent.

»Call me a political ignorant«, Billy interrupted him, »but aren`t the CIA and we allies, more or less?«

Mike and Bishop exchanged a look, remembering an encounter where they had crossed the plans of the Americans that had definitely not been to Britain`s benefits.

»More or less! Sometimes less, it seems!«, Bishop answered evasively.

»Then, the Russians seem to have sent some of their most beautiful, for they have managed to find a lookalike of Linnea to impost as her!«

Linnea rolled her eyes, but also felt a bit flattered. Ravi whispered:

»I am sure the original`s better!«

He grinned, but also seemed a bit shy when Linnea rewarded him with a smile.

However, the problem of the replacement was not Linnea`s beauty, but the fact that they could not be sure what would happen if they found a way to call the Police. Mike slammed his fist into his palm.

»So, it`s like in Billy`s youth: Britons, including a guy from the colonies«, he poked Ravi´s side, »and the brave Norwegians against an overpowering enemy!«

»My youth?«, Billy asked, and Mike grinned:

»When the Nazis invaded Norway. Don`t tell me you weren`t there!«

Billy grunted something and slapped the back of Mike´s head. Then, they sat together and discussed how they could get out – and kick some Russian and American asses.

***