Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 11

»You will never get away with that!«

It was a phrase from TV shows, but somehow, Mailin felt obliged to say it as she saw the Black take the scarf that had been used to gag her before and wadded it in her hand. She hesitated and looked at the blonde.

»So, you don`t want me to gag you with this scarf again?«

»Of course not!«

Too late, Mailin noticed the lurking undertone in the Black`s words. Colleen shrugged and dropped the scarf.

»Whites!«

Then, in a swift move, she reached for the panties that had gagged Kristin and pressed them against Mailin`s lips. She had reacted too slow to dodge the attack, and now, her head was pressed against the pillar. However, she now clenched her teeth, so the strange underwear would not get into her mouth. The Black grinned.

»So, you are a feisty one? Or do you want me to use violence, so you can hold that against me?«

Colleen balled her fist and Mailin tensed her muscles as it seemed that she would slam it into her ribs. To her surprise, she only tipped against her side.

»Brute force is so unsubtle!«

She opened her fist, letting her fingers dance over Mailin`s flank like an ant tribe on drugs. The Policewoman trembled and squirmed, then, her breath accelerated. She really fought to oppress her reflexes, but the tickling continued and so, she finally gasped.

»Hhiiiaaauuuhhmmmphh!«

She had opened her mouth, and now, there was some cloth between her teeth. Mailin could feel the damp silk, taste the lukewarm saliva of Kristin, and then, as she desperately pressed against the gag with her tongue, she sensed another taste, slightly bitter and-

»Hhrrrmmmmm! Uuhhmmmm!«

Colleen once again tickled her, and when she helplessly squealed this time, the gag went in deeper. Now, she had lost, and the Black crammed the sodden panties deep into her mouth before she tightly replaced both the scarf that had cleaved her lips and the other one above. She then took the roll of tape and secured the gag with several rounds around the lower half of Mailin`s face. Not satisfied yet, she pressed her head against the pillar and taped some more rounds over her mouth and around the pillar, fixing her to it. Now, Mailin could barely move her head and no longer raise her body. Colleen added another round of tape around her forehead, further securing the Policewoman.

»Now, let me see if that`s tight enough!«

She went to Mailin`s feet and brushed over her soles. The girl twitched and mewed, but her helpless wriggles showed that she wouldn`t be able to break free. Satisfied, Colleen nodded.

Kristin had slid from Mailin`s lap, but with her legs still tied around the pillar, she had little choice than to lie on her back and to stare at what the Black did with helpless dismay. Now, she croaked:

»Why are you doing this to us? We haven`t done anything to you!«

Colleen brushed over the manager`s cheek.

»I know! But maybe, I am just a bad person!«

She stifled Kristin`s further protests by gagging her with the scarf that had stuffed Mailin`s mouth before and secured the gag with some ten rounds of tape. The new gag was better than a pair of panties, but it was still wet with another woman`s saliva, and so, Kristin chortled and moaned, trying to cope with the new mouth-filling.

Colleein now found an abandoned belt and slung it under Kristin`s armpits. Using it like a handle, she forced her on her feet – or rather her heels, for with her legs around the pillar, she couldn`t stand properly. When Colleen buckled the belt behind the pillar, her chest was pressed against the octagonal column, and in addition, her pubic mound was now directly in front of Mailin`s face. The Policewoman mewed when Kristin`s crotch rope touched her nose, but she couldn`t even turn her head.

»Seem Mailin doesn`t like your intimate spray!«

Colleen stepped beside Kristin and then tickled the backs of the manager´s knees. Kristin let out a high-pitched squeal, accompanied by heavy panting, and she squirmed in her bonds, grinding her pubic mound over Mailin`s face. Colleen chuckled.

That`s what they call rubbing something into someone`s face!«

She playfully slapped Kristin`s butt; then, she put some new wood into the oven and left.

***

Samantha peeked over Lalita`s shoulder, to see when the coocoo clock would strike next. It would be the fourth time, and they had developed a strange kind of routine.

Both had figured out that leaning back was technically possible, but not really an option. So, they had decided to remain upright. By letting their muscles slack, their fronts pressed harder against each other, and every breath one of them took made their breasts grind against each other. But it also was a tolerable position, and one could rest her head on the other`s shoulder.

When the damn coocoo had stroke twice, Lalita had twitched, mewing and looking apologetically at Samantha. She had responded by tightening her arms around her and gently rubbing her nose against Lalita`s. As if she had spoken it out loud, it said:

»It`s okay, Lolly, it isn`t your fault!«

Lalita had responded by fondling the small of Samantha´s back, where her bound hands rested. The touch had felt good, and Samantha had responded by cuddling her cheek against Lalita`s, a gesture that lost some of its intimacy by the fact that in fact tape rubbed against tape. As if on signal, both had taken a deep breath and then sighed. Then, they had both chuckled into the panties stuffing their mouths, despite being captive and despite Milena sleeping right next to them.

»It could be worse! Much, much worse!«

Samantha had never been hard to get, and so, there had been quite some guys in her life, but she had always had some interest in girls, too. With Akiko, she had experienced more than just holding hands, and then, there had been her relationship with Manu. And now, there was Lalita. Not only was the Indian hot, she also was charming and funny, and in addition, Samantha admired her for having a quite successful startup. Designer panties, of all things!

»I wonder whether she just thinks I am the least of current evils, or what she would do if we could kiss!«

She and Lalita had talked about relationships; just small talk, but at least, Samantha knew that Lalita had only been together with two men so far, and that she currently was single. She hadn`t mentioned anything about her and women, and in addition, she had not been appalled by Bishop flirting with her, despite the man being just three years younger than her father.

»So, it`s either daddy issues, or maybe, the beginning of a wonderful friendship!«

The coocoo came to life, and as it touched Lalita`s sole, the girl, who had managed to doze off, twitched and mewed. Samantha waited until she had calmed down; then, she moved her fingers as far to Lalita`s flank as she could and gently poked her.

»Mhrrm!«

Lalita stared at her, and Samantha blinked with one eye. Then, she felt Lalita brush over her buttock and slap it. Samantha once again tickled her, and once again, Lalita slapped her, Then, her fingers wandered to the rear part of Samantha´s thong. She hooked a finger into it and then gave her a slight wedgie.

»Uuhmm!«

Samantha reared up, pressing her breasts and loins against Lalita`s. The Indian responded by clawing into her buttocks. Their breaths accelerated, and though they took care not to wake up Milena, Samantha now was quite sure what would happen if she would try to kiss Lalita.

***

In the next room, it was also just the Russian who was sleeping – and it was her fault that Isabelle and Cordelia were still awake. Olesya had finished her workout, so, they had no longer clothespins biting into their nipples. However, she had not taken her feet out of her captives` panties. And she had moved in her sleep. Right now, she had pushed forward her left foot, so Isabelle was literally sitting on Olesya`s instep, and the Russian`s big toe was irritatingly close to her cleft. Beside her, Cordelia was little better off. Here, Olesya had slightly bent her leg, and now, only her toes touched Cordelia`s pubic mound. But the Russian slightly moved her foot in her sleep, like a dreaming dog, and her toes brushed through Cordelia´s pubic hair, causing a faint, yet unnerving rustling. Also, by pulling her foot entangled in the panties towards her, she had pulled the rear part of the underwear deep between Cordelia`s buttocks, reminding her why she never wore thongs.

Both girls were more than tired, but so far, not exhausted enough to fall asleep, despite the Russian molesting them in her dreams.

***

In the third room, nobody was sleeping. Nastja was still busy with kneading and fondling Veronique´s breasts, also kissing and licking them, and whispering something in Russian that sounded as if she was complimenting their size and beauty. Cordelia`s limited knowledge of the language didn`t include pet words for boobs, and so, she could only guess what Nastja was breathing.

Lioba could be grateful that Veronique had chosen to endure the massage, instead of getting tickled again. Whenever she had whimpered too loud, or tried to shake off her hands, Nastja had mercilessly attacked her sides and armpits, turning the buxom woman into a helpless victim of her reflexes. Her bucking and twitching had made Lioba feel like on a raft during a storm, and in addition, the pinecones had molested her. Lioba wore a thong, and so, the one in Veronique`s panties, barely upholstered by the silk of the panties, rubbed her cleft and buttocks, whist the one Nastja had put into her own panties was also irritating her when she was forced to move and wriggle her hips, reacting to Veronique´s spasms.

Then, Veronique had either given in or given up, for she had no longer tried to fight the Russian`s hands off. And obviously, Nastja didn`t get tired of massaging French melons.

Despite her aversions against Veronique, Lioba also felt a little pity. Her own breasts were not small and stood nice and pert, but if she didn`t want too much attention, she could put on a wide sweater. But there was a difference between 34C and 36DD. Veronique could put on a potato sack, and people would still recognize her boobs. Some would even reduce her to it. However, outside secret hideouts populated by kinky criminals, they would only look or maybe drop a comment. Here, Veronique could not avoid getting the fullest attention.

At least, Nastja didn`t seem to be a brute, for once she had stopped complaining and squirming, Veronique had not squealed with pain. In fact, she had become rather quiet, only her deep breathes had shown that she was still alive. Lioba had also relaxed a bit and tried to figure out whether she could sleep in her undignified position, sitting on Veronique`s lap. If she bent backwards, she would press the pinecone against the French`s pubic area, and also, she would have to rest her folded arms on the favourite toys of Nastja. So, she sat in a uncomfortable position, bent forward, with her head hanging down on her chest.

Then, Veronique had moved again. Not twitched and squirmed, but she had wriggled her hips, forcing Lioba to grind against the pinecone in her panties. Also, she had once again made sounds: deep long groans that didn`t sound as if she was suffering.

Lioba looked over her shoulder and could see that Nastja still had her boobs cupped with her hands. She had adjusted to Veronique`s breath; whenever the French breathed out, she clawed her fingers into her breasts, literally squeezing the air out of her lungs. When she took breath, Nastja loosened her grip. Veronique had closed her eyes, and Lioba cursed herself for ever having had pity for that woman, as she now began to move her hips up and down, rubbing her pubic mound against the pinecone and Lioba´s rear.

***

With the snow mobile, it didn`t take Lenya more than an hour to reach the abandoned post. She could see the watchtower, half hidden behind the trees, and she slowed down. If her comrades had put up a watch, she didn`t want to risk getting shot before they saw it was her.

So, she stopped at a snowdrift and walked the last 50 yards. So far, everything was dark, except for a few red lights, indicating that the alarm system had been switched on. Lenya went to a hidden pad and dialled the code. Now, with her and soon her comrades being awake, there was no reason to keep the alarm on, for the only person who knew about this hideout, except for her comrades, was the real Linnea – and she had obviously perished in the snow.

Milena hadn`t sent a new message for hours now, and Lenya had also not contacted her superior. Her thoughts wandered to the reason for her lack of interest in their mission – Mailin. It had hurt her to leave her beloved behind, bound and gagged, but it had been for her own best.

»Maybe, I can tell Milena that I feared to get busted! And that I have to withdraw! Then, I could wait until everything is over, and contact Mailin in a few months!«

She entered the barrack and went down to the lobby. There, it was ice cold, and the stale smell of old cigarette smoke seemed to be at least one day old. Had the others not returned yet? Or had they run into an ambush by the Police?

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

She pulled back the sleeve of her coat, so she could use her smart watch to contact Milena. However, she then heard a sound and spun around. For a second, she thought it was one of the others, but then, she spotted a black woman.

Lenya was a trained soldier, and so, instead of shrieking or asking who she was, she attacked. However, the Black dodged her kick and kicked away her other leg. Lenya rolled over her shoulder, preparing to attack again. The two women encircled each other. Then, Lenya darted forward, but again, the Black was too fast for her.

Only now, she remembered the gun in her belt. However, as she jumped back and tried to draw it, her opponent attacked with a fake attack against her left side; as she blocked, the other`s hand landed on her wrist. Lenya hissed and felt that she could no longer use her hand properly.

She blocked another attack, but again, this was just to break her cover. A booted foot landed at her stomach, and though she had tensed her muscles reflexively, it drove the air out of her lungs and sent her backwards. There, the couch was standing, and Lenya fell over the backrest. Before she could get into a better position, she felt that the Black had gripped her ankles.

Colleen pulled, and Lenya slid back over the backrest and quite painfully landed on her butt. Her opponent let her go, and as she tried to get to her feet, she landed a hit at her neck. Lenya collapsed.

She hadn`t passed out for long, but when she regained her consciousness, the Black had already hogtied her with two cable binders. Angrily, Lenya squirmed on the concrete floor. Colleen just put a piece of tape over her mouth and then quickly checked the area. When she came back, she ripped the tape away and asked:

»Where are the others? According to my information, there should be three, together with some female captives!«

»I have no idea!«

So far, Lenya didn`t have to lie; she really didn`t know where Milena, Nastja and Olesya had gone. The Black looked at her. Then, she grabbed her shoulder and turned her to her side, so she could watch her body more closely.

»You like what you see?«

»I find it interesting – especially your hair! You dyed it, didn`t you?«

Lenya stared at her, as the strange woman continued:

»Not long ago, I ran into a woman who had the same hair colour, but in her case, it was real! She was on the run from some Russians who had abducted her – and do you know what else she said? That she`s a Norwegian Policewoman, who has been replaced by a Russian agent, disguised as her!«

Lenya didn`t respond. Obviously, this woman had met the real Linnea. At least, she no longer had to worry about the fact that she was dead – if the Black hadn`t killed her.

»Who sent you? The CIA?«

To her surprise, the Black nodded frankly.

»A few weeks ago, we heard a rumour that you`d try to take over this old post here, since the NATO has moved to Finland now. So, nobody would care about this place anymore, whilst you would still have some – privacy!«

Lenya just looked at her. It was more or less the whole plan. No secret masterplan to take over the rule of the world, just a few agents establishing a Russian listening post on NATO territory. The only distinguishing point had been that they also had one of their agents established at the local Police, as an early alert system, so to say.

»Well«, Colleen continued, »my job is to eliminate this post. Of course, I could now just contact my superiors, so they could get here, take you to one of our secret prisons, whilst your comrades will either be caught or will have to bring the message of their failure to their lenient and understanding superiors!«

The way Colleen spoke indicated that she had some other option in mind.

»So, what will you do instead?«

The Black smiled, obviously appreciating that Lenya was fast on the uptake.

»We will play Cat and Mice! I am the cat, your comrades are the mice – and you are the piece of cheese, to lure them into my trap!«

***

Linnea had soon reached more open terrain, allowing her to speed up, though she now felt that she was getting tired. The last days were taking their toll now, and Linnea swore that once she had sent help to her new friends, she would get to a hotel and have a nice, hot bath.

Her thoughts went to Ravi. She had somehow liked him most of the group, and she had a feeling that he also was interested in her. Linnea chuckled.

»After all, I literally fell from heaven, directly into his arms!«

Of course, there were a few problems – Ravi lived in Sheffield, he was ten years older than her, and she had no idea whether the attraction would last once they were no longer on the run from agents and criminals. However, she decided that she would give it a try and at least have a pint of NBA with Ravi – once this all was over.

Linnea had lied a bit to the men. It was true that she was skiing since she was three, but she had usually participated in group cross-country skiing, or just went to a nearby hill with a lift, to have some fun. Linnea had, however, little to no experience with skiing cross-country with nothing but a compass to help her find her way. So, she had no idea where she was exactly; she knew that Kirkenes was about the direction she was heading for, but it could be another eight miles, or just three.

»The men are not facing their end! Even if I will need another hour, they won`t blame me!«

She worked herself up a hill and could look down on a rather idyllic lake. Her joy of seeing a house diminished, however, when she recognized she had been here before. Or rather, not very far from here, when Colleen had attacked her!

Carefully, she looked to all sides; then, she speeded down the hill, approaching the house. She could see that the chimney was smoking, indicating someone was at home.

»If it`s Colleen, I will just leave! It can`t be that far from the resort to the town!«

Indeed, she saw tracks of boots and ski in front of the house. Linnea sneaked to one of the windows, only to see that the curtains were closed. There was light inside, but she could not see what was going on inside. Was it just a few tourists, relaxing by a glass of wine or a mug of coffee – or was it Colleen, or the Russians, waiting for her to clumsily step into their lair?

Linnea reached for her belt. David had given her his knife. It was not much against a gun, and Linnea had never fought with a knife, but at least, she had the element of surprise. So, the knife ready in her right, she carefully stepped on the veranda, noticing the shards from the destroyed lamp.

»Has someone shot at the door?«

She took a deep breath; then, she sneaked through the unlocked door, finding herself in a messy, yet normally looking lobby. The only thing that was strange, at least for Scandinavia, was that obviously, several people had walked in and out without taking their dirty boots off.

»Mhhmmmm! Uuhhmmmm!«

The sound came from behind the slide door leading inside. It was a high-pitched humming, but to Linnea, it was familiar and horrifying at the same time. She had produced similar noises not long ago – when she had been bound and gagged!

Linnea took some two minutes for the one and a half yards to the slide door. When she listened again, she could once again hear the muffled grunting and mewing. There seemed to be two gagged women – one that produced aching sounds whilst the other sounded like  a faint groan.

There were no other sounds, except for some rustling. But of course, whoever had trussed up these two could also be in the room, perhaps waiting behind the door.

Linnea knew that she had to make a decision. So, she tightened her grip on the knife and held it ready to stab anyone who would appear behind the slide door she now opened, millimetre for millimetre. Still, the only persons inside seemed to be the two captives.

The gap was now some inch wide, and she could now see that a large cupboard had been placed in front of the window at the front. Then, she saw a move. Electrified, Linnea watched. There, close to the floor, was something. She bent forward and could see that a rope or cloth had been tied to one of the cupboard`s feet. And that thing was moving, as if someone was tugging on it.

Oppressing her impatience, she opened the door one inch more. Now, she could see a pair of feet, clad in pantyhose and tied at the ankles with a scarf. Also, she could see that the woman`s big toes were tied together, too.

»If someone`s behind the door, he would have reacted by now!«, she thought, but forced herself to continue in her slow pace. The opening of the door revealed a pair of long, shapely leg, tied with a few more scarves.

The gap was now wide enough for Linnea to get her head through, so she could examine the whole room. There were no persons, except for the tied woman – and another one, standing opposite to her, if one could call her position »standing«.

Since there were obviously no criminals lurking in the corners, Linnea stepped in. There, at the pillar, one woman was sitting, obviously tied with her arms behind the column. The other had her legs slung around the pillar, crouching opposite to the sitting woman and more or less pressing her pelvis into her face. Her arms were folded behind her neck and tied with some rope. Linnea could also see that from these ties, another rope went down her back and between her legs, crumpling her skirt and cutting into her buttocks.

Due to their position, they hadn`t seen Linnea yet. She sneaked over to the pillar and put her hand on the crouching woman`s shoulder.

»Mmhrrrmmm!«

She teitched and stared at Linnea who noticed she was still holding the knife. Lowering the weapon, she whispered:

»Are they still here?«

The woman panted, but then, she managed to shake her head. Linnea patted her shoulder.

»I am a Policewoman! You will soon be free!«

There came a strange sound from the other one, but Linnea was trying to figure out where to begin. Right at her eye´s level, she saw the belt that tied the crouching woman to the pillar. Linnea unbuckled it.

»Mmhhmmmph!«

The woman slammed down, quite unceremoniously landing on her companion`s thighs.

»Oops, sorry!«

Now, she could see the sitting woman for the first time. She was only clad in bra, panties and pantyhose, and she was tall and had long blonde hair. Linnea saw that her head was tightly taped to the pillar.

»One minute!«

She cut through the tape and ripped it away. The woman moved her head, but now, Linnea saw that her mouth was also taped. She didn`t dare to use the knife again, so she felt for the edge and unwound the tape. At least, she didn`t have to take care of the blonde`s hair or skin, for under the tape, a scarf had been tied over her mouth.

»Really? Are you kidding me?«, Linnea commented as under the scarf was yet another one, cleaving the woman`s lips.

»Mph!«

Linne removed the last cloth and then reluctantly picked on the dense whit packing in the blonde`s mouth. It took her some time to get the gag out, though the captive seemed to push against it with her tongue. Linnea could now see some frilly lace and she frowned. The wad looked like a pair of panties!

»Uuaaghh!«

The gag came out, and Linnea dropped it, whilst the blonde could not help that she drooled over her chest. She panted before she could breathe a weak »Thank you!«

Linnea could now see the rope that cut into the other`s crotch, and she decided that she could do that by herself once her hands were free. She continued by ungagging the other woman, who had only some rounds of tape wrapped around her head, keeping a large scarf inside her oral cavity.

Mailin had meanwhile recovered a bit, and so, she asked:

»You said you are a Policewoman?«

Linnea was just helping the other to get the scarf out of her mouth, and so, she said over her shoulder:

»I am, though my uniform – got lost! But I am Police Cadet Linnea Andersen!«

***

Colleen didn`t take any risks when she trussed up Lenya. She placed her on the coffee table in the lobby, turning her on her belly, before she sat astride her back. Then, she cut her ankles free and removed Lenya`s boots, followed by her socks. Then, she leaned back and reached under Lenya`s body, unbuckling her belt and opening her trousers. She then pulled the trousers, panty hose and the pink panties down to the middle of Lenya`s thigs, before she sat on the Russian`s butt and removed the garments, rendering her naked from the waist down.

»You are really enjoying this?«, Lenya coughed, squirming under the other`s weight. Colleen chuckled:

»This job has its moments!«

She then picked a long roll of thin, but strong cord and cut several lengths. She then tied the girl`s big toes, leaving a long end dangle, before she tied her feet together, followed by her ankles. Colleen cinched each bond and then, she slowly worked her way up Lenya´s legs: midway at her calves, above and below her knees, and at her thighs.

Not bothering to free Lenya`s wrists, she then cut her sweater, T-Shirt and bra from her. From the latter, she cut the straps from the cups and then read the label.

»Ah, 34D! The real Linnea is a 34C, you should really take more care of details!«

Lenya answered by a Russian curse that included Colleen`s mother and who had had intercourse with her. The Black obviously understood Russian, for she giggled. In the same language, though with a strong accent, she answered:

»Language! Well, we will see to that soon!«

She bent and folded Lenya`s arms, until the forearms were parallel behind her back, her fingers pointing upwards. She then tied her lower arms, so tight that Lenya`s elbows met. The girl ached.

»Come on, it will get even worse!«

Colleen taped Lenya`s fingers; then, she tied a long rope around her wrists. The ends, she brought over her shoulders and knotted them at her collar bone. Then, the two ends were led down to Lenya`s pubic mound. Ther were more Russian curses and some grunting and aching as the Black now worked the ropes between her tightly tied legs. Then, she paused.

»I better take care you won`t get too loud!«

Colleen put Lenya`s jaw in a vice grip, forcing her to open her mouth. Then, she turned the Russian`s panties inside out before stuffing them deeply inside.

»Uuuhmmph! Nnnggnnng!«

Humming a melody, Colleen stuffed the bra cups on top before she also forced the crotch part of the pantyhose into her densely packed mouth. Then, she slung the hose`s legs twice around her head, pulling them tight, and knotted them off before she wrapped some ten rounds of tape over the whole gag.

»Mmhnnnggg!«

Colleen now threaded the dangling ends protruding below the Russian`s buttocks through her bent elbows.

»Now, close your eyes and think of uncle Wladimir!«

Lenya wailed and screamed through her gag as Colleen pulled on the ropes. They tightened at her crotch, at the same time, her elbows were painfully pulled down whilst her wrists were pulled upwards.

»Hhrrrrrmmm! Uuhhhmmmmmhhmmmhhhmmm! Ggghnnnnnn!«

Another yank made the ropes sink in between her labia, trying to cut her in two. Lenya´s eyes watered, and she now whimpered and panted as Colleen finally tied the ropes off. Then, she stepped onto the coffee table and took the rope tied to the girl`s big toes. She threaded it through a ceiling hook and pulled until her legs and even her belly and pelvis no longer touched the table`s plate, all of her weight now resting on her ample breasts. Colleen knotted the ropes off and jumped from the table.

»Now, all we have to do is wait!«, she said and slapped the helpless girl`s butt.

***