Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 9

Mailin looked at the gun in Linnea`s hand with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

»What is this going to be?«

»Remove your jacket!«

Now, Mailin seemed to understand, and she smiled.

»Look, I like roleplay like the next girl, but I don`t think-«

»Just do it!«, Lenya ordered in a sharp tone that made Mailin shy back. With a growing concern in her eyes, she took off her jacket.

»Now, the sweater!«

»Linnea, I-«

But it was to no avail, and soon, Mailin stood there with her upper body just covered by her bra and a sleeveless top. The latter had to go to, before Lenya forced Mailin to also take off her boots, socks and trousers, once again reducing her to bra, pantyhose and her black panties.

»Now, lean again the pillar!«

Again, Mailin tried to argue, but Lenya grabbed her wrists and used her handcuffs to tie Mailin`s wrists. Then, she put the gun back into her belt and began to stoke the embers and to put new logs into the oven. A strange hope shot through Mailin`s mind.

»Look, I want is as much as you do, but-«

»Shut up!«

Lenya`s voice had become shrill, and she then approached Mailin, taking her face between her hands. In a softer tone, she said:

»Please, Mailin, don`t make this harder for me than it is anyway!«

»But, Linnea, Darling, I-«

With an almost ferocious passion, Lenya kissed Mailin`s lips.

»Please! Please, be quiet!«

She fetched a big cushion from the couch and then made Mailin sit down on it. Again, she brushed over the Norwegian`s cheek.

»Soon, it will be warm and cozy! I don`t want to harm you – it`s just for a few hours, I-«

She fell silent and then, she slung her arms around Mailin and buried her face on her breasts. Mailin could hear a sob. Reluctantly, she whispered:

»Linnea-«

The other rose her head, and Mailin could see tears in her eyes.

»Mailin – do you trust me?«

Mailin chuckled.

»You have a strange way of asking me such a question!«

Lenya didn`t react to that remark.

»Do you believe me if I tell you that I do not intent to hurt you – or to allow others to hurt you?«

After looking into Lenya`s eyes for a few seconds, Mailin nodded slightly. Lenya began to caress Mailin`s neck, and she involuntarily arched her head to feel her more. Lenya bent forward, and as she once again kissed Mailin, she responded to it. She felt Lenya`s breast press against hers, and despite the situation, she felt a warm tingle there.

»Mailin«, Lenya began as she had withdrawn from her mouth, looking at the other`s eyes, »I have lied to you about a few things – but not about my feelings! I just want you to get out of this unharmed, but I also need you out of the way for a day!«

Mailin, now also with glistering eyes, showed a wryly smile.

»A whole day! A few minutes ago, you just spoke about a few hours!«

Now, Lenya showed a forced smile, too.

»Let`s agree upon 12 to 14 hours!«

Mailin shook her head, giggling at the absurdity of the strange negotiation.

»My bladder will burst!«

Lenya got up and rummaged through the kitchen. When she returned, she brought a plastic bucket she had found under the sink. Mailin scoffed.

»You can`t be serious!«

»I may be desperate, but I am no idiot – and I can`t risk letting you go to the outhouse!«

Accepting the situation, Mailin didn`t protest as Lenya helped her to get into a crouching position and then pulled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees before putting the bucket under her.

»You want me to turn around?«

»Only if you want to«, Mailin replied. Lenya brushed over her cheek, and Mailin relieved herself. Lenya quickly emptied the bucket outside and then gently pulled up Mailin`s panties, followed by her pantyhose.

»Thank you!«, Mailin breathed, and Lenya showed a glimpse of her impish smile.

»Don`t thank me too much, for now, I have to take care you won`t get free on your own accord!«

She placed a kiss on Mailin`s lips, then got up and rummaged through the rooms on the second floor. When she came back, she was carrying an armful of scarves in all colours. She piled them beside the octagonal pillar and used the first to sling it through the chain of Mailin`s handcuffs and fix her hands to the post.

When she then slung a second scarf through the girl`s elbows and brought them as closely together behind the pillar as she could do without hurting Mailin, the Norwegian chuckled:

»Is this for securing me – or for the side effect?«

The elbow tie forced Mailin to thrust out her ample breasts a bit, and Lenya reached around the pillar, cupping them.

»If you make me unpack them, I could not get it over me to cover them again! And who knows who will find you!«

Lenya kneaded Mailin`s boobs until she let out a sigh. Then, she slung a long scarf around Mailin`s neck, crossed it between her breasts and then threaded it under her armpits before knotting it off behind the pillar. Despite the tight sports bra, she could see that Mailin`s nipples had hardened. Playfully, she encircled one of them with her index finger.

»Don`t worry, it will soon become warm!«

Mailin looked at her.

»Linnea, darling, what is this all about? Who are you?«

Lenya kissed her before she answered:

»I am afraid that this is one of these ›if I told you, I`d have to kill you‹-moments! But since we both know that I would rather die than killing you- Well, if we see again, I will tell you everything! I promise!«

Mailin nodded slightly. With a hoarse voice, she asked:

»Will we meet again?«

Lenya sniffled and wiped her eyes before she answered:

»I don`t know – but I hope so, more than anything else!«

»Me too!«

This time, their kiss took longer. Then, though tears were running down her cheeks, Lenya used four more scarves to tie Mailin`s legs at the thighs, above and below her knees and at her ankles. Then, she even used a shoelace to tie the girl`s big toes together. When she fumbled between her pantyhose-clad toes and touched her soles, Mailin couldn`t help twitching and panting.

»So, you are also torturing your helpless victim?«

Blocking out the seriousness of the situation for a moment, Lenya now kept Mailin`s ankles in a vice grip and tickled her soles, until the Norwegian squealed and gasped. When she let her go, Mailin breathed:

»Phew, you monster! Luckily, I just peed!«

»You can still move way too much!«

With a long scarf, she tied Mailin`s feet to the cupboard`s foot, forcing her to keep her legs stretched. Then, she once again brushed over her soles, making her victim wriggle and spasm.

Then she knelt down beside Mailin and once again took her face in her hands. Mailin frowned.

»Are you crying?«

»Not more than you, sweet Mailin!«

Again, they exchanged a long, passionate kiss. Then, Lenya withdraw and whispered:

»I would love it if I only had to silence you with my lips. But since I have to leave you now-«

Mailin nodded, and Lenya balled up a large silk scarf. When she approached the Norwegian`s mouth with the wad, Mailin asked:

»One last thing, Darling – what`s your name? Your real name, I mean?«

After a few seconds of hesitation, the other answered:

»Lenya!«

Mailin repeated the name and then, she added:

»Not much difference to ›Linnea‹, isn`t it?«

Instead of an answer, Lenya kissed her a last time before she gently, but thoroughly stuffed her mouth with the scarf. Then, she tied a large knot into the centre of a second, pushed that between Mailin`s lips and tied it off at her nape. Above that, she tied a third scarf, covering her mouth from nose to chin, before she secured the whole gag with some ten rounds of tape. Then, she reached for Mailin`s head.

»Mhm?«

Lenya loosened her golden tresses and draped them over her shoulders.

»If this really is my last image of you, I want it to be as beautiful as possible!«

She smiled, but new tears ran down her cheeks. Lenya quickly kissed Mailin`s forehead; then, she filled the now warm oven with new logs to the brim and after a last look at the trussed up Norwegian, she left. After a few moments, Mailin heard the sound of the vanishing snow mobile.

***

After another one and a half hours of walking, the Russians had held another little pause. This time, it had not been used as a »bathroom break«, but after they had had a cigarette, they had produced some black cloths and then blindfolded their captives. Isabelle wondered why they did so; there was hardly a chance they would recognize their destination. Perhaps, it was to just emphasize their helplessness.

Unable to see, it was even more difficult not to stagger, but obviously, Nastja thought that her pulling on the leash was enough of a guidance. In addition, now Olesya and Milena used birch twigs to slap the buttocks of those who dared to slow down or didn`t stay in line.

This ordeal lasted for about another hour when the trip once again paused. The captives heard a metallic screech and then, the snowshoes were removed from their feet. Then, they were led down some stairs. Behind them, the obviously heavy iron door was closed and locked and only then, another one in front of them was opened. Now, thy staggered along a corridor, through yet another door, and then, they heard the sound of neon lights coming to life with a flicker.

»Here we are! Let us help you to get comfortable!«

The crotch ropes were removed, and especially Veronique was sighing with relief as the dreadful rope was no longer trying to bisect her. Then, the blindfolds were removed. Blinking at the bright neon light, the six girls looked around in a room that distinguished itself by the lack of furniture. It was just a windowless room made of concrete, with a few iron doors in its walls. With a gesture of her rifle, Milena made them line up at one wall.

The three Russians now positioned themselves behind the only piece of furniture, a simple folding table on which some stapled plastic mugs and a large thermos can were standing. The room wasn`t much warmer than the outside; the Russians, had opened their ski suits, but not removed them, and there were small clouds on their mouths as they breathed.

»Now, as promised, we will see for your comfort! But as you know, everything comes at a cost!«

Milena waited for her words to sink in before she continued:

»We have already freed you from the ropes between your legs, and from your blindfolds! The price for that are your boots and socks!«

She raised her rifle and so, none of the girls did more than a bit of moaning as Olesya and Nastja now took a large plastic sack and collected their boots and socks. Six pairs of feet, now only clad in pantyhose, now shuffled unruly on the cold concrete floor.

»Now, for your ties! As you may understand, freeing your hands is a great risk for us! So, the price is higher: everything but your bras, panties and pantyhose!«

Milena just waited again, ad finally, Lalita stepped forward. On a sign from Milena, Olesya removed her ties and the girl ached as she could lower her arms for the first time in hours. She then wanted to reach for her gag, but Olesya insisted that she took off her sweater, T-Shirt and trousers before. When Lalita stood there shivering, the Russian said:

»The gag is cheaper, just your pantyhose!«

Since this did offer little protection from both the cold and the looks of her captors, Lalita didn`t hesitate for long. She peeled down the pantyhose, handed it to Olesya and then began to pick on the tape. Whilst her other clothes landed inside the sack, the pantyhose was put in a smaller bag, and she had to put the sodden white panties from her mouth on the table.

The girl now stood there in nothing but an ensemble of matching bra and panties, both in a zebra design, but kept in red and yellow. Lalita was rubbing her bare arms and stepping from one foot to another.

»It`s up to your friends when you can get into the warm! They are a bit reluctant to pay their price!«

With an annoyed grunt, Lioba now stepped forward, followed by Isabelle and Samantha. All three were freed, stripped down to their bras and panties and were allowed to ungag themselves. Isabelle wore yet another pair of panties from »Lolly`s Panti-Monium«, shimmering emerald silk, but she had combined it with a plain white bra, whilst Lioba wore a matching set of a white lacy bra and thong. Samantha sported a black bra and, quite unusual for her, a pair of black ordinary panties. Each had to put her gag on the table, and Isabelle noticed that Milena sorted them by their order they had had in the coffle. When their clothes, except for the pantyhose, had been packed into the sack, it was full. Whilst Olesya brought a second one, Nastja knotted the first sack and put it into one of the adjacent rooms. When the iron door fell shut again, the captives had a feeling they would never see their clothes again.

»Two to go!«

Cordelia and Veronique stepped forward almost synchronously. In Cordelia´s case, she had just seen it as her duty to not bee too obedient when it came to forced stripping, though she knew that it could not be avoided if the cavalry wouldn`t storm the cellar right now. Veronique also definitely wanted to keep her clothes on, but she could also tell from her still tingling buttocks that their captors were not very kind to those who didn`t obeyed immediately or even tried to resist.

As a little insult, Nastja insisted that Veronique had to remove her skirt without the use of her hands after the Russian had opened the zipper. So, the busty redhead had to wriggle her hips to shimmy the skirt down her legs. With reddened cheeks, she then stood by the others, who could now see that her black Lycra panties had small white stars on them. The bra matched the panties, and except for those who hadn`t seen her before, even the other captives couldn`t help looking at her ample boobs.

Cordelia tried to show as much dignity as her white cotton panties and the matching plain bra allowed. Milena now opened the can and when she filled one of the mugs, the girly could smell the fragrance of some strong Russian tea, and they could see that it was hot. Milena took a small sip and sighed.

»Aaah, nothing better than a hot Russian tea after a walk in the cold!«

She looked at the captives whose goosebumps and protruding nipples gave evidence that they were freezing. Milena smiled friendly:

»May I invite you to have some? It isn`t expensive, just your bras. Two cups for one, so to say!«

She chuckled at her own joke, and now, Olesya and Nastja also took some of the tea, though they both kept their guns ready. Nastja licked her lips.

»Aaahh, it warms the body and the soul!«

The tea did indeed smell delicious, and it was hot. With a sigh, Lalita took off her bra and slammed it onto the table. With an apologetic look at her co-captives, she admitted:

»Fuck it, my family`s from a hot country! I am not made for such temperatures!«

A smiling Milena handed her a mug, filled to the rim. Carefully, she took it in her hands, enjoying the warmth, and took a small sip. Lalita coughed, but not with disgust.

»Phew, that`s rather rum with tea than tea with rum!«

The Russians chuckled, and then, a second bra landed on the table.

»Solidarity, sister!«, Samantha said, making no attempt to hide her breasts. Once she had her tea, she and Lalita toasted and drank.

»I am from Transylvania, refusing a drink is considered a sin there!«, Lioba said, taking off her bra, too. Isabelle sighed:

»Last time we drank, it brought us closer to each other!«

She exchanged two 32C cups against one filled with hot tea. It did not only contain a heavy shot of rum, but was also strong and flavoured with sugar; exactly the right drink after the strain of their way here.

At the same moment, Veronique also sacrificed her bra, trying to ignore the whistles from the three Russians as her 36DD boobs came free.

»For someone whose bra opens at the front, she`s really a bit prudish!«, Isabelle, who was a bit tipsy from the strong hot drink on empty stomach, thought involuntarily. Beside her, she could hear Cordelia`s clattering teeth. She wanted to offer her some of her tea, but Olesya didn`t allow that. So, Isabelle just brushed over Cordelia`s arms, feeling her goosebumbs.

»Come on, it`s almost like we thought it would be: we are getting drunk and we are forced to participate in silly games!«

With blue lips, Cordelia showed a forced smile. Then, as Nastja once again sighed with pleasure as she drank from her tea, she gave in.

»C-could y-y-you p-please h-help m-m-me?«

With her trembling fingers, Cordelia couldn`t open the clasps of her bra, and so, Isabelle assisted her and also helped her to hold her mug. Cordelia coughed and then, she whispered:

»Damn, why must the loss of dignity taste so good?«

Isabelle laughed and hugged her, trying to avoid that their breasts touched. The next minutes could almost be called convenient. Not only did the tea warm their frozen bodies, the room, that had the size of an ordinary garage, also had heated up a bit from their bodies` warmth. The Russians had taken off their ski suits, and though the nearly naked girls still shivered a bit, it had almost become tolerable.

The Russians did not let their guard slip, but Milena refilled their mugs without demanding anything in exchange. She even opened a can with cookies and allowed everyone to take some. It was some cheap stuff from the supermarket, but still, it seemed that now, they intended to treat their prisoners well.

The lenient treatment continued even after the large tea can was empty: each girl was given three minutes to use the toilet. It was just a wooden plank with a hole in it, and the only luxury was a roll of three-ply paper, but it was behind a door, and each could have a few moments of privacy.

When the last captive had finished, Milena clapped her hands.

»Now, for sleeping arrangements!«

They all felt tired, but the look in Nastja`s and Olesya`s eyes told the captives that this would be the next round in their ordeal. The latter now disappeared, only to come back with a bag from which she placed a large roll of duct tape and several rags on the table. When she silently tied a thick knot into the centre of six of these, the girls had an idea what these were meant for.

»When you spoke, I could hear that not all of you are from England! I am not one to judge other people`s accent, but I am interested who of you has English as her first language?«

The question was harmless, and so, Cordelia raised her hand, whilst Lalita hesitated, since she had been speaking both Hindi and English since she could think. Isabelle, Samantha and Veronique were all French, and Lioba was born in Romania, but had lived in Germany for several years before moving to England. Milena seemed satisfied:

»So, except you, Cordelia, all of you had to learn about the difficulties of the English language! About words that are the same, but mean two completely different things. As a little girl, I had always tried to find a sense in such things!«

She paused to let her words sink in and cause some curiosity. However, Cordelia had been able to follow her thoughts:

»I think she is referring to the word ›gag‹!«

Indeed, the only things on the table were now the panties that had gagged them, the knotted rags, the tape and a small pile of their pantyhose. Milena clapped her hands.

»You are a smart woman, Cordelia! Anyway, I tried to find a reason why the word for a joke is the same as that for something to prevent someone from screaming! Well, I didn`t find the answer, but at least, it helped me to create a little game!«

»Now, we are talking!«, Lioba murmured. Obviously, it was time for them to get gagged again – and also obviously, the Russians wanted to make some humiliating game out of it!

They once again had to line up after their age. Then, Milena threw a dice that landed on 3, Isabelle.

»The game`s called ›Running Gag‹! You simply have to gag one of your fellow captives! You have to use the panties, one of the cloths and at least five rounds of tape! You may choose whomever you want, but you must not use her own panties on her!«

Six pairs of eyes stared at the Russian, the expressions ranging from fear over disgust to oppressed anger. Milena smiled and added:

»Also, you, and the others who will follow, should better do a good job! If we have to tighten a gag, both the gagger and the gagged get 100 lashes!«

For a while, none of the six women did something. Veronique made a croaking sound and her eyes flew from one end of the room to another, but obviously, the calmness of her fellow captives who all had gone through such ordeals before seemed to help her not to panic.

Isabelle looked at the six damp wads on the table. Her own panties were quite substantial, but they were made of smooth silk, and she had only worn them during the trip to Norway. She picked them, feeling that her saliva had grown cold, which sure would not make the gag more appealing.

Now, for a victim! It was a horrifying choice to make, and of course, none of the others cried »here!«. The only thing she could do was to offer as less a humiliating show as possible. Knowing that she would be tough, she chose Samantha.

»At least, it stays in the family, hm? Love you too, Coeur du Soeur!«

However, she approached and opened her mouth, allowing Isabelle to stuff her panties into her sister`s mouth. Samantha cringed at the taste of the used, damp underwear, but held still until all of the silky fabric was behind her teeth. Now, Isabelle took one of the rags, pushed the knot between her lips and brought the ends to her nape where she tied a loose knot. Then, she repeatedly pulled, forcing the knot behind Samantha`s teeth, too, causing her sister to retch.

»I am just trying to spare you 100 lashes!«

»Mph!«

She sealed the gag with the demanded five rounds of tape; then, she quickly hugged her sister who repeated the gesture, indicating that she wasn`t blaming Isabelle for having to chew on her panties. Olesya inspected the gag, but obviously seemed satisfied. Milena said:

»Samantha, you may choose the next, but not your sister!«

Samantha picked Lalita, using the wad consisting of her own thong and a pair of pantyhose that had once been Lioba`s. The Indian also calmly allowed Samantha to gag her, and again, Olesya found nothing to complain about the gag.

She then chose Isabelle; like the others, she picked her own panties for the job. In her case, Isabelle had to give her a muffled hunt to pull the rag tighter to create a satisfying gag, but finally, three captives were gagged.

Milena decided that Isabelle had already had her »fun«, and so, she once again threw the dice. This time, it fell on Veronique.

For Isabelle`s and Samantha`s aunt, the feeling of having landed in a nightmare had somehow changed into something even more terrifying: the knowledge that things were getting worse by the minute, and there was no sign this ever would stop.

Yesterday, even at the morning, her biggest problem had been that she didn`t like Lioba. Then, they had discovered her and Isabelle in the canoe, bound and gagged. And from that point on, a veritable rollercoaster had started, in which she had been bound, gagged with her own panties, abducted into the wilderness, and been humiliated by being forced to pee whilst being watched, getting spanked and then being forced to strip to her panties. And now, they were made to gag each other with an even more gruesome gag: the panties of someone else!

Up to now, it had been friends who had been forced to do unpleasant things to each other. Veronique, however, had no such choice. In her eyes, Lioba was a bitch, and though she considered Cordelia to be nice, she had no real relation to her.

Veronique looked at the three remaining gags. She knew that her own panties were by far the biggest; in addition, she had indeed been a bit aroused when wearing them. It felt embarrassing that her own underwear had now become the meanest possible gag, but on the other hand, one of the two remaining possibilities deserved it more in her eyes.

»Lioba!«

The addressed had known that it would happen once there had only been so few options left. So, she decided to show at least some dignity. However, Veronique involuntarily took care that it became an ordeal: she never had gagged a person before, and though the task was actually easy, the French managed to fail.

She pushed her panties into Lioba`s oral cavity, but about half of it still protruded, though Lioba had forced herself to relax her jaws. Then, she had tied the knotted rag much too loose, and the tape, she wrapped in a way that even the already gagged co-captives shook their heads.

»What`s this?«, Nastja asked Veronique in a way a teacher would have asked a pupil offering him three scribbled lines as a written exam. Not taking much care of Lioba`s hair, she ripped away the tape and loosened the rag. Then, she pushed the panties into Lioba´s mouth, so deep the girl retched and helplessly waved her hands, so Olesya grabbed her wrists to prevent her from struggling. The rag was now tied so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth, and the knot pressed the big pair of panties against the back of her throat. The tape – Nastja did ten rounds instead of five – was also pulled excruciatingly tight.

»There! I hope you have watched carefully how it`s done!«

Lioba stood there with her chest heaving, trying to cope with a harder gag than her friends. She stared daggers at Veronique who hid her fear and perplexion by angrily staring back.

Both had not forgotten about Milena`s threat about the 100 lashes, but right now, the Russian turned towards Cordelia who was the last except from Veronique to be gagged. She had already steeled herself for her gag, Lioba`s thong draped over a balled up pantyhose she knew didn`t belong to her. Milena patted Cordelia`s shoulder.

»I think we will change the game a bit. You will now gag yourself, whilst Lioba will work on Veronique. Of course, there is still the thing with the 100 lashes. So, here`s the deal: if you, Lioba, do a really good job in silencing her, I spare you your 100!«

Now, only Olesya watched with one eye as Cordelia reluctantly reached for her gag and began to work it past her teeth. All others looked as now Lioba approached Veronique with sparkling eyes. The French pleaded and tried to shy back, but Nastja grabbed her from behind and by distorting her arm, forced her to her knees and to hold still.

Lioba had taken Cordelia´s panties, but then, she also grabbed one of the unknotted rags and balled it up. Ostentatiously turning the wet underwear inside out, she draped the panties over the cloth ball. This large gag, she forced into Veronique´s mouth, showing no mercy at her muffled pleading, grunting and retching. The knotted rag was tied so tight that Lioba had to stop and catch breath once she had knotted it off at the mewing Veronique`s nape. Cordelia, who had just finished tying her own cleave gag off, was now winding tape around the lower part of her head. So, Lioba searched the biggest of the rags and tied it over Veronique`s mouth and nose, before she took the roll of tape and secured the whole packing with ten rounds of tape.

Quickly, Olesya checked and approved Cordelia`s gag before she approached Lioba`s work. Veronique was panting, the cloth over her nose billowed and her chest was heaving. Milena grinned.

»Seems like silent night for you! Lioba, you are pardoned! However, I will also grant you a small favour, Veronique!«

The favour was that Veronique would not get whipped by one of the Russians, but just spanked by her co-captives. Each had to give her 20 slaps. Veronique had to bend forward and grab her ankles; every time she would raise her body, the ordeal would start by zero again. Veronique moaned as her panties were pulled down, revealing that her buttocks were still slightly reddened from her previous ordeal.

It was humiliating to do such things to one of their own, but if they had refused, it would have become even harder for Veronique. They had to line up, and both Nastja and Milena observed that none of them would fake the punishment.

Each of them, even Lioba, tried to soften the blows, though, and so, it wasn`t as painful as it could have been. When Milena finally pulled Veronique`s panties back up, the redhead was groaning, but she hadn`t suffered any lasting damage. Milena added one last slap, hard enough Veronique mewed through her gag.

»Now, ladies, time to finally put you to bed! We don`t have enough guest rooms, but I think we will find a nice and cozy place for each of you!

***

Colleen had changed for her ski and was sliding through the snow at a considerably high speed, but she still had her senses sharpened for her surroundings. So, she had smelled the smoke of a fire not far away. She was now close to the point where Linnea had stumbled into her, and she knew that there was some holiday resort. Obviously, the women she had seen were still residing there.

Then, Colleen thought that she had a déjà vu: she heard the sound of someone staggering through the snow, accompanied by some faint aching and heavy breathing. She hid behind a tree and waited for the source of the sounds.

After a minute, a woman more crawled than walked towards the resort. She had her arms folded behind her head, and despite the dark, Colleen could see she also was gagged. What astonished her the most, though, was the fact that she was wearing nothing but pantyhose on her legs, if one didn`t count the skirt crumpled around her hips. It was a wonder the woman`s legs hadn`t become a pair of icicles yet.

She now seemed to have spotted the resort, for she was obviously collecting her last remaining strength to get over the last hill. Colleen now saw that her white panties that shimmered through her pantyhose were bisected by a tight rope.

»Well, that`s interesting!«

Soundless, she slid behind her on her ski, watching as the exhausted woman now staggered towards the house with the smoking chimney.

***