Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 10

»Unfortunately«, Milena continued, emphasizing the word in a way that showed that she was in fact anticipating whatever she would announce now, »this isn`t a hotel, and it seems that the Americans didn`t even think much of hospitality when building this place. So, we will have to improvise a bit, for we have only three sleeping rooms!«

It didn`t take much arithmetic to guess what she was insinuating: two of them would go together, maybe with one of the Russians. Isabelle glimpsed at Lioba and Veronique. Her aunt was still trying to cope with her massive gag, and it was sure that she was blaming all of them for her spanking, especially Lioba.

»Stupid cow, that`s what they want! That we go against each other, instead of collecting our strength to figure out a plan against our captors!«

She also was wondering about Lioba, whom she had always considered to be calm. However, it seemed that Veronique had triggered something inside her. Now, the fact that her gag was also more inconvenient than that of the others, due to Veronique`s inability to silence her, also didn`t help the matter.

»As I repeatedly said, we are civilized. That means that we won`t put together close relatives – like sisters, or aunts and nieces!«

Milena`s words caused some commotion. None of them had told the Russian about their relationship. However, the resemblance between Isabelle and Samantha was obvious, and it was also clearly visible that Veronique was related to them; at the same time, she was too old to be their sister, but also didn`t behave as if she was their mother. Lioba, though red-headed, too, looked different, and both Cordelia and Lalita also had an obviously different offspring.

»As a Captain, I will make the first choice!«, Milena now announced and let her eyes wander over the row of topless women, each exchanging more or less concerned looks. Finally, she said:

»Lalita – and Samantha!«

With a smile, she added:

»For alphabetical reasons!«

»Mhhmm?«

»Well, I am sleeping in room ›A‹, I am a 32B, Samantha 32C and Lalita 34D. So, it`s A-B-C-D!«

Isabelle exchanged a short hug with her sister, noticing that both Samantha and Lalita seemed not too concerned: the two got on well together, and at least Samantha had no general objection against girls. Milena and Nastja now escorted the two through one of the doors, whilst Olesya, who didn`t want to take risks when she was alone with the captives, made them kneel on the floor, their hands once again folded behind their heads.

»So, it`s Cordelia or Lioba for me!«

In both cases, it wouldn`t be the first time. She and Cordelia had never been forced to get really intimate, but they had both been bound and gagged by the same thugs repeatedly. With Lioba, she had even been forced to share the same bed. Of course , there were her feelings for Mike, but Isabelle would have loved if her greatest concern would have been a jealous glance when she walked the aisle.

She heard a faint hiss and discovered it were Lioba and Veronique, both panting through their noses. Obviously, they both didn`t like the option of being put together, but also knew that the Russians were more likely to force them into one room the more they showed their disgust.

***

The room where Samantha and Lalita were brought was right behind the first door at the small corridor. It was considerably warmer than the one where they had been, though the temperature couldn`t be higher than some ten degrees. The furniture was sparse: two camp beds separated by a gap of one foot, a narrow cupboard and a small radiator in the corner.

Both Lalita and Samantha had to get on one of the beds and kneel at the opposite sides. Nastja leaned in the door, her gun in her hand, whilst Milena took a coiled rope from her cupboard and cut several lengths from it. Two of these, she used to tie Samantha`s ankles to the lower bedposts, tying the knots tight, but leaving some slack in the ropes. Then, the girl had to shuffle forward, until the ropes were taut and she was kneeling in the middle of the bed.

Now, Lalita`s feet were tied the same way, and the ropes were measured in a way that when she had moved towards Samantha, their knees met. They then both had to raise, so Milena could tie their knees together. Samantha and Lalita had to balance a bit and both put their hands on the other`s shoulders, so they could prevent their breasts from touching. Milena noticed it and laughed.

»Aww, are you shy? Let me help you!«

Samantha had to sling her arms around Lalita who had to spread hers to her sides. Milena tied the redhead`s wrists at the small of Lalita`s back, and now, their breasts were mashed together. Lalita, who had not many experience with such close boob-to-boob-contact, mewed, but at the same time, she signalled to Samantha that she could cope with it.

As one could have expected, now, Lalita`s wrists were bound behind Samantha`s back, but Milena was far from being finished. She stepped beside her captives and put a hand on each girl`s shoulder. Then, whilst helping Samantha not to lose balance, she forced Lalita to lean forward.

»Like this, Lalita can sleep! And of course, it works both ways!«

She now made Samantha bend forward, forcing Lalita to lean back. Then, she let them both go and they got to their upright position again, grinding their breasts in the progress.

»Now, the only way to be fair is if you sleep in shifts, so both of you can use the other as a pillow for a while. However, what if the upper one is soundly sleeping, and the lower one is unable to wake her up? No, we have to find a way to ensure fairness!«

She rummaged through her cupboard and produced what looked like a small wooden doll house. When she held it to Lalita`s and Samantha`s faces, they both recognized it as a coocoo clock.

»Obviously, the G.I. who lived here before we came has also been stationed at Germany! Anyway, it still works!«

Milena turned the clock hands until they showed one minute to one. Then, she held the house`s front close to Lalita`s bare sole. After some seconds, a »Ping!« could be heard, followed by a sound that hardly resembled the sound of a real coocoo. However, it was accompanied by a muffled squeal, and at the same time; Lalita twitched and squirmed in her bonds.

Together with the coocoo sound, a small wooden bird had darted out of the clock`s window above the dial. And said bird had poked Lalita`s sole. Milena now brushed over her sensitive skin, and Lalita could not help squirming and mewing.

»I will fix the clock here!«, she announced, taping it to the bedframe, ensuring that on every hour, the coocoo would show up and tease Lalita`s foot. Milena laughed and finished the bondage by tying a belt around both girls` waists.

»See you in some ten minutes!«, Milena purred, placed a kiss on each girl`s cheek and then left together with Nastja to take care of the other captives, too.

***

Mailin had tested her bonds the moment Lenya had left, but she had come to the conclusion that though she had taken care not to hurt her, she had done a good job. The scarves were soft, but tied tight and, where they went around her legs, even cinched, and Mailin could just move her legs the little it took not to cramp. She could not get up, and if she had, she would still have been tied to the pillar. Her gag was tolerable, but she knew that she would have never been able to alert someone at the office.

She looked down on herself and wondered why Lenya had forced her to strip to her underwear. Was it to make her feel more helpless, or just because she preferred her that way? Still, she wasn`t sure what to think about her.

»She has betrayed me! Also, she is working together with some criminals, maybe even those who attacked me! But what would I do if one of my colleagues stepped in, right now, and freed me? Would I tell him the whole truth?«

Mailin knew, wanted to know that Lenya`s feelings hadn`t been a fake. Mailin`s definitely weren`t. whenever she was trying to think back whether Lenya had shown any signs that she wasn`t who she had pretended to be, her thoughts wandered to the more intimate moments. Even the disturbing thought what had happened to the real Linnea Dahl could not prevent Mailin from reliving the tender moments she and Lenya had had.

Suddenly, a strange sound interrupted her contemplating. It was like a mixture of a heavy step and a scratch. Mailin`s first thought was that someone had stepped on the veranda, and she moaned with anticipation, but then, no one entered. Instead, there was a continued scratching and scraping, as if a big animal was at the veranda. Mailin felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She knew that there were hardly any bears around Kirkenes, and besides, they usually avoided human settlements. However, »hardly any« didn`t mean »none«, and perhaps, hunger had driven a bear to look for something to snack. And a girl, helplessly tied to a pole, could be considered a snack!

Now, there was a thump, accompanied by a high-pitched grunt. Did bears make such noises? Mailin stared at the door leading to the lobby. Behind it was the main entrance, and now, she heard more scratching, scraping and grunting. Whatever was out there had entered the lobby!

Mailin panted. The door separating the lobby from the living room was a slide door. It was rather light, a bear would be able to slap it from its hinges by a simple hit with its pranks.

She squirmed in her bonds as now, the gap in the door widened, inch by inch. Then, she saw something that made her breathe out fluttering with relief. No bear would wear burgundy red!

»Hhrrrrrrmmmm!«

With a hoarse sound that signalled complete exhaustion, the owner of the burgundy red down jacket landed on the carpeted floor. Mailin`s eyes widened as she saw the unexpected visitor. It was a woman, lying on her back and panting. Her cap had slid from her head, revealing blonde hear that had once been arranged in a bun. A pair of glasses hung from her nose, and to her dismay, Mailin now could see that her hands were tied at the back of her neck, and that her mouth was wrapped with some grey duct tape. Her legs were bare, except for a pantyhose covered with ladders, and a snowshoe was fixed to one of her booted feet.

»Mmhhmmm! Uuhmmm!«

However, the other woman completely ignored Mailin. She slowly crawled over the carpet, using all her energy to get closer to the glooming oven.

***

THUD!

The iron door fell shut, cutting off the muffled complaints of Veronique as their worst nightmare had come true: Nastja and Olesya had taken Isabelle and Cordelia with them, meaning that the two rivals would have to spend the night together.

Inside the corridor, Isabelle and Cordelia had to walk between the two Russians. Isabelle anxiously glanced at the door marked »A«, but through the iron door, she could not hear a sound from her sister or Lalita. She felt Cordelia´s hand and took it; Cordelia repeated the gesture and let out a small chortle.

They were brought to the adjacent room with the inventive title »B«. It was equipped like the one Lalita and Samantha were in, only that some sport gear like dumbbells was lying on the floor, and the two camp beds had been pushed together, creating a double bed.

Now, both captives had to kneel at the lower side of the bed, side by side. Both were tied in a simple, but effective way: their wrists were cuffed behind their backs, the chain slung once around the bed´s frame. Then, their ankle`s were tied with a second pair of cuffs which was threaded through their handcuffs. Now, both had to kneel and could hardly change their position. Cordelia sighed at the thought of how her legs would ache if she had to keep that position for the entire night.

»Thank you, I can do the rest on my own!«

Nastja left and now, Olesya stripped down to a belly-free tank top and a pair of tiny black panties. She then rummaged through her cupboard and placed something on the bed, right in front of her captives` knees. Cordelia and Isabelle exchanged a nervous look when they saw it was four clothespins.

They got distracted, however, as Olesya now stepped behind them. She took a belt, slung it twice around Cordelia`s elbows and pulled it tight, forcing her elbow joints to touch before she buckled it. Then, Isabelle received the same treatment. Now, both felt considerable strain in their shoulders and had to thrust out their breasts towards Olesya who now positioned herself on the bed, lying on her back and facing the two. Both Cordelia and Isabelle were very aware of their nipples that pointed out at the Russian, so rosy, so defenceless, so vulnerable.

Olesya now took two of the clothespins into her hands, letting them snap as if they were castanets. Then, she lolled around and pushed her feet between the open thighs of Isabelle and Cordelia, ignoring their muffled protests.

»Mhhmmmph! Nnnnggg!«

»Uuuhuuuhmmm!«

Both captives tried to squeeze their thighs together and to prevent Olesya from pushing her left foot into Isabelle`s panties, her right one into Cordelia`s. Her toes brushed through Cordelia`s pubic hair and touched Isabelle`s smooth pubic mound. Olesya then pushed herself forward a bit, bending her knees and pushing the girls` butts against the bedframe.

»Relax, Ladies, I am just a fan of a strict daily routine! Each second evening, I do my stomach muscle exercises before I go to sleep.«

She now folded her arms in front of her chest, though her breasts were the only one covered. Then, she crunched her stomach muscles, doing a sit-up. Her hands reached out for the captives who watched the strange and yet so casual exercise with disbelief, trying to cope with the Russian`s sole pressing against their pubic mounds. Her toes clawed slightly as she tensed her muscles.

»Oouuhmmm!«

»Hhrrrmmmmm!«

The two screamed into their gags and squirmed as Olesya placed a clothespin on Isabelle`s right and Cordelia`s left nipple. Since they were hard and erect from the cold, the pins bit painfully in them and they reflexively tried to shake them off. Olesya let herself sink down again and said towards the ceiling:

»You better hold still and let me do my exercise! If I have to interrupt and start again, I will use the crocodile clamps!«

Olesya hadn`t raised her voice, but neither Isabelle nor Cordelia doubted that the Russian would verify her threat. So, they bit down on the panties in their mouths and only whimpered faintly as Olesya did her second sit-up and placed the remaining clothespins on the other nipples.

Of course, Olesya`s training didn`t only consist of two repetitions. The third time, she bent forward even more, so she could pluck the clothespin from Isabelle`s right nipple with her mouth. This was no relief, for Olesya relied rather on pulling than to open the clothespin with her teeth.

One by one, the Russian removed the clothespins with her mouth, whilst Cordelia and Isabelle sat there with heaving chests, trying to oppress their cries as their nipples throbbed painfully.

»Don`t worry, you will like the next four repetitions!«

These were obviously meant for endurance training, as Olesya now started on Cordelia`s left breast, kissing and licking her nipple as long as she could keep the position. One by one, she treated the other buds, before she sank back and patted her belly.

Then, she went on her elbows and pressed her feet against the two captives` pubic mounds as she reared up until only her ´lower arms and her heels touched the bed. It wasn`t painful, but very irritating as she then moved her pelvis up and down and her soles and toes gave the two bound girls an involuntary massage.

After 20repetitions, she sank back onto the bed and then, she brushed over Isabelle`s and Cordelia`s pubic mound. Giggling, she breathed:

»Feels like standing on a mat with one foot, and on a carpet with the other!«

Both girls blushed; then, they saw her pick the clothespins, indicating that the second set of her training was about to begin.

***

Kristin had managed to reach the resort, rather dead than alive, but still, she was unable to really react to the fact that there was a scantily clad woman sitting, tightly gagged and tied to the pillar. She had lost nearly all feeling in her limbs and still, it was a minor miracle that she had managed to stagger inside the house. Now, she could feel the warmth, and of course, getting someone who was hypothermic to a warm place was the obvious thing to do. But now, as her legs slowly defrosted, they itched and throbbed terribly, and Kristin weakly squirmed on the carpet as if she was in agony.

Mailin was still trying to raise her attention when she heard steps on the veranda. This time, it was someone who could walk steady. A few moments later, the slide door was opened, and Mailin could see someone tall wearing a white ski suit with what looked like zebra stripes. For a second, Mailin thought the person was wearing a face mask, but then, she realized it was in fact a black woman. She had a rifle over her shoulder and a gun in her hand. Now, she looked at the two bound and gagged women and finally, she said:

»Okay, now, I am curious!«

Mailin waited that the woman would now free her, but instead, she turned her attention to Kristin who was still whimpering and trembling like aspen foliage. The Black took off her gloves and then, she removed Kristin`s shoes. She then sat down, placed the manager`s pantyhose-clad legs over her own and started to rub and massage them. Obviously, she knew what she was doing, for the combination of warmth and the massage caused Kristin`s skin colour to normalize. After a few minutes, she slightly squirmed and mmphed through her gag. The Black looked at her with one eyebrow raised. Then, she leaned forward and picked something from the floor. It was the second pair of cuffs, the one Lenya hadn`t used on Mailin. She tied one cuff around Kristin`s right ankle and then, she got up and, grabbing both her feet, pulled her over to Mailin and made her lie on the Policewoman`s legs. Mailin mewed as she then pulled, so Kristin`s lap was resting on her own, and secures her ankles behind the pillar.

Mailin could feel the other`s feet, still a bit cold. With dismay, she now saw that the manager`s crotch was bisected by a tight rope. The Black now crouched beside them, so she could look at both their faces.

»Now, who of you can tell me something about some Russians?«

***

Milena had leaned against the wall and watched with interest as Lioba and Veronique either looked at her, glanced at each other or watched the door through which any moment Nastja would come back. When the door opened, Lioba managed to remain calm, but she reflexively gulped, having forgotten for the moment that her saliva was filtered by Veronique`s panties. The French twitched and mewed as now, they had to walk towards room »C«.

The room also was equipped with just two beds, a cupboard and a radiator. The two Russians spoke to each other, giggling in a way that made Lioba and Veronique even more nervous. However, Veronique didn`t speak Russian, and Lioba only spoke a little, not allowing her to understand the fast and whispered chatting.

Nastja slapped on the bed that looked as if it was the one she was not sleeping in, looking at Veronique who reluctantly sat down. Milena watched at Gunpoint as now, Nastja tied her wrists and ankles to the four legs of the bed. Now, Veronique was spread and couldn`t move much, but the position still was tolerable. Lioba then had to kneel and once again, her wrists were crossed behind her nape and tied to her neck. She realized that, though the ropes around her wrists were tight, the noose around her neck had been left loose enough not to block her breathing, and the knots were in a way it couldn`t tighten, even if she struggled.

Now, Nastja placed two narrow belts on the bed. Then, she and Milena each grabbed one of Lioba`s folded arms, forcing her to ascend the bed and to sit down on Veronique`s lap, so she had to look at the other`s feet. Veronique squirmed and mewed as the two Russians then tightly lashed Lioba`s thighs to her knees. Lioba tried to raise, to get a few inches between her butt and Veronique`s pubic mound, but Milena held her down whilst Nastja brought two more belts and one by one folded Lioba`s legs, tying her ankles to Veronique`s thighs, so Lioba`s feet were pressing against her companion`s hips.

»Strapping a girl to a strapping girl!«, Nastja joked. Milena laughed, but then excused herself with the ominous quote that »the coocoo was calling for her«. Nastja now went for the radiator. On it, she had placed two big pinecones that had now fully unfolded in the warmth. Lioba grunted angrily as Nastja shoved one of them into her panties, so it was pressed against her pubic mound and felt very uncomfortable. Worse was to come, however, as Nastja put the second into Veronique`s panties. The French squealed and wriggled, tying to avoid the rough cone touching her most intimate parts. Her squirming made Lioba shake, and she could also no longer prevent her butt from touching the other`s front, thus increasing the pressure of Veronique`s cone with her weight.

»You better don`t move!«, Nastja purred. Then, she brushed over Veronique´s side with her index finger. The girl squirmed and twitched, squealing through her gag. Lioba now was shaking as if she was doing a rodeo, desperately trying to keep balance. She was literally riding the pinecone, and it also grinded over Veronique`s pubic mound, but she couldn`t help reacting to Nastja`s tickling. Only when the French was panting heavily and covered with sweat, she stopped. Nastja undressed except for her panties and then pushed her bed close to that of her captives. She lay down and positioned herself so she could cup Veronique`s breasts with her hands.

»Mmhhmmmph! Nnngg! Hhrrmmmm!«

»You don`t like it?«, Nastja asked. Veronique vigorously shook her head and uttered her muffled protest. The Russian shrugged and placed her fists in the French`s armpits. Then she opened her fists, so slowly her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin and caused Veronique to get once again mad from the tickling sensation.

»I hope you are not getting seasick!«, Natja mockingly asked Lioba who once again was shaken around. Then, she turned towards Veronique and once again put her hands on her now heaving breasts.

»Your choice, massage or tickling!«, she announced and once again started to knead the two ample boobs under her hands.

***

Colleen had taken off her ski suit and boots, but she had still not made any attempt to free or even ungag Mailin or Kristin. Instead, she had read the note from Isabelle and now, she asked:

»Can any of you tell me who Isabelle Marceau is?«

Kristin nodded, and to her relief, the Black now wound the tape from her mouth. She then helped the manager to get a large wad from her mouth. When she placed it on Kristin`s belly, Mailin could see that the other woman had been gagged with a pair of white panties. She shuddered when she wondered whether these had been worn before.

After some panting and licking saliva from her lips, Kristin gave a short summary of what had happened so far. Colleen nodded and then asked Mailin if she had something to add. Whilst she ungagged the Policewoman, Mailin still was coping with what she had just heard: that some Russians, most likely Lenya`s accomplices, had assaulted the resort and then taken the guests and Kristin hostages.

Once the scarf was out of her mouth, Mailin began:

»Please, I am a Policewoman, my name`s Mailin Dahl! One of these Russians-«

She hesitated, somehow not wanting to blame Lenya, but now, the Black asked:

»Do you have a colleague, a girl with white blonde hair, pretending to be a Linnea Andersen?«

Now, Mailin`s jaw dropped.

»Where-, who – who are you?«

»Definitely not one of the Russians!«, Colleen answered with a smile that showed her pristine white teeth. Then, she became serious again:

»Well, now, some things have become clearer, whilst others still seem quite ominous. At least, I know where they have gone! So, I will spend these Russian a visit!«

Mailin felt some fear for Lenya, but also, she had to do her duty as a Policewoman:

»Now, if you could please set us free, so we can-«

The Black shook her head.

»This is not of your business! But I am sure that I have solved the whole problem within 24 hours! Then, you will never hear from me again – or from these Russians, for what that means!«

Kristin stared at he with disbelief.

»B-but, you c-can`t leave us here l-like that!«

Colleen once again smiled.

»Of course not! Before, I will make sure that you stay nice and quiet during these 24 hours!«

***

»Fuck, this isn`t ›Scott of the Antarctic‹, that`s the fucking Franklin Expedition!«

Mike knew what Billy was referring to, and he didn`t even ask him whether he had participated. In 1845, Sir John Franklin had searched for the infamous Northwest-Passage, but he and his entire crew had perished. In the end, some of the men had tried to get to civilisation by using their lifeboats as makeshift sleighs. According to research, they had made less than a mile a day.

He guessed that they were slightly faster, but now, after three hours of forcing their way through the trees, over or around snowdrifts and trying to pull a sleigh, he guessed that they had passed some two miles. So, they had still ten to go.

»All right, we need a change of plans!«

They gathered around the sleigh. David, whose injured leg throbbed, and who was suffering from the cold because he couldn`t walk around, despite the two blankets, forced a smile on his face.

»If you`d leave me behind, you`d be faster!«

Mike nodded grimly.

»And if we amputated your leg, you`d be lighter, but my soldier`s honour forbids me to leave behind a wounded comrade!«

What he didn`t say was that the doctrine of »not leaving any wounded behind« was ambiguous: it also meant that if the wounded could not be brought to safety and had to expect a gruesome fate, they had to be put out of their misery by their comrades.

He knew that they were far from a point where they had to make such decisions, but if they went on like this, it would be two days until they had brought David to a hospital. Once again, Bishop looked at the only cell phone they had, but still, they had no network reception.

»And I thought that this happens only in Germany!«, he cursed. Linnea pointed at the sky. For the first time, the men noticed the Polar lights.

»They cause interferences!«

Billy scoffed.

»I`d never thought that anyone could hate Polar lights, but-«

»Right now, the girls are surely sitting somewhere and take photos of these whilst sipping Manhattans or some other cocktails!«, Bishop grunted and Mike suddenly frowned.

»Somehow, I don`t like the idea that there are some Russian criminals and at least one CIA sniper at the same spot where our girls are celebrating! However, my concerns also don`t get us any closer to a less – idyllic place!«

Linnea suddenly raised her hand.

»How about me going ahead?«

She quickly explained her plan: she would be the most expendable in pulling the sleigh, but on the other hand, she was the only one who could really move fast with ski. So, she would get to the next point where help was available and send someone to them, at best a helicopter from the hospital at Kirkenes.

They had to admit that this was a reasonable thought. Of course, there were arguments against Linnea´s plan: the sniper could still be out there, but since she had a rifle, she could also get them if they stayed together; the Russians could get her, but Linnea told them she didn`t intend to get to the abandoned post, but to a real house, inhabited by nice, law-abiding citizens.

»And if you break your leg, you will lie somewhere out there and nobody will even know where you are!«, Ravi grumbled. Linnea could feel that he wasn`t nagging, but really concerned about her well-being. She stepped to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

»I am Norwegian! I may be from the South, but I learned skiing about the same time I learned to walk! The day I break my leg when standing on ski is the day the English win a penalty shooting against the Germans!«

»My heritage is Indian!«, Ravi protested, but he had to grin at her bravery. Linnea slung her arms around his neck and cocked her head.

»I know, but I couldn`t think of any Cricket references!«

She kissed his cheek and then quickly hugged the others, too. Before she left, she turned to Ravi once again.

»Don`t forget, the two of us, two pints of NBA at your favourite pub!«

With an impish smile, she added:

»You`ll pay!«

»Deal!«

She wanted to leave when Mike stopped her.

»Haven`t you forgotten something?«

Linnea looked at him; then, she shrugged and quickly kissed Ravi`s lips. Mike chuckled.

»Actually, I meant noting the number of Roddy`s phone!«

Linnea slightly blushed, but then scribbled the number on her wrist. She then pushed the poles into the snow and then disappeared into the woods, indeed moving quite fast.  Ravi touched his lips, a sheepish grin on his face.

»She – she kissed me!«

Mike patted his shoulder.

»My first meeting with Belle was less romantic! However, I can assure you that Policewomen from a foreign country are a good choice!«

***