Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 14

The queue in front of the toilet had a strange resemblance to that on concerts or in front of discotheques, though the six girls were not chatting and were even more scantily clad than usual. At the table, Milena was sitting on one of the folding chairs placed around it. She was enjoying both her tea and the distress of their captives.

Whilst Olesya stood by the wall, guarding the line of women, Nastja was placed beside the door of the toilet. In her left, she held a small plastic basket, in her right a smartphone. In a way, she was the chucker-out in what was the next humiliation for the captives.

To be allowed to use the toilet, each girl, free except of her gag, had to remove her panties, put them into the basket and pose for a photo. Again, they were lined up by their age, and so, Samantha was the first to succumb. She stood straight, despite showing signs of exhaustion, and made no attempts to hide her charms. Nastja let her eyes wander over her. She stared at the wet spot at the front panel of Samantha`s panties.

»I would have asked you if you had an entertaining night, but you already gave the answer!«

Samantha didn`t stir, but Nastja noticed that she and Lalita who was next in line were holding hands. Now, she peeled down her panties and put them into the basket. Nastja ordered:

»On the photo, I want some more enthusiasm! Show me your assets!«

Samantha sighed; then, she put her right arm behind her head. Her left, she placed on her hip she thrust out a bit. Obviously satisfied, Samantha took a picture and Samantha was allowed to enjoy her three minutes of unwatched relief. Nastja announced to the others:

»Now, I want you to show some initiative! I do not only want photos of you in the nude, but something – special! So, if one doesn`t perform in a unique and entertaining way, this day will be hell without relief!«

She giggled at her pun, and Lalita strengthened herself for her turn. She thanked her dark complexion that Nastja couldn`t see how she was blushing all over as Nastja stared at the wet spot on her panties. She shimmied them down her legs and handed them to the Russian. Then, she bit down on her gag as she chose a position she was used to when she did promotion shots for the panties she sold. She had been her own model quite often, but now, it was the first time she would be naked.

Lalita went on one knee, as if she wanted to propose to Nastja. Then, she gathered her hair, threw it over her shoulders and arched her back, thrusting out her boobs.

»I see, you love it when other girls leer at you!«

Lalita let out a fluttering breath and felt her cheeks burn. Nastja forced her to keep up her position until Samantha`s three minutes were over. Then, she was allowed to rush into the toilet and it was Isabelle`s turn whilst Samantha was allowed to sit at the table, but not yet to ungag herself.

Isabelle had used the time Nastja had been busy with Lalita to tell herself repeatedly that she had stood through worse situations and sure would not do these thugs the pleasure of whimpering. So, she took a deep breath and then pulled down her panties. Then, she took a pose she had once done for Mike, though on this occasion, she had of course not been restrained, and she had been wearing his leather jacket and sunglasses, but nothing else.

Isabelle leaned against the wall and then bent her left leg, placing her heel at the wall. She then formed two guns with her hands and placed the tips of her index fingers on her gagged mouth, looking at the camera with a stern expression. Nastja cheered and took a few photos.

»You look like a real cop!«

»I am a real cop – and maybe, I will even get you to jail!«, Isabelle thought as she was next to use the toilet. Now, it was Lioba`s turn.

The redhead was overtired, she was longing for a cigarette, and she still suffered from the forced experiences with Veronique, but to see how her friends had performed gave her the strength to do so as well. She peeled her thong down to her ankles and stepped out of it, but then, she put her hands on her hips. Taking the thong between her toes, she raised her right leg, higher and higher, and managed to balance whilst she let the panties dangle over the basket. Nastja took a photo, and though Lioba`s cheeks were almost as red as her hair when she filmed directly between her legs, she only dropped the thong when the shooting was over, and managed not to stagger as she put her leg back to the floor.

Fifth, and last but one, was Cordelia. She had always been coy and did not like it to exhibit her body, though she was definitely proud of her long, shapely legs. Everything in her demanded that she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and refused to strip further, but she knew that this would only have made things worse. So, she decided to use her shyness to her advantage.

Cordelia stripped and then, she slightly put one leg forward. She placed her left so close to her pubic mound she could shield it partially, and also placed her other arm under her breasts in a way these were not completely to see, too. Together with her lowered head, this gave an expression of timidness that Nastja seemed to enjoy, though the actual photo wasn`t that revealing.

»Ah, the busty pinecone lover!«

Veronique couldn`t help blushing. Unlike the others, she hadn`t gone through such ordeals before, and she was very aware of her nude ample breasts, and the wet spot at the front of her panties, a bit concealed by the fact they were black.

Her eyes wandered to the table, where the others were sitting and pretending not to stare at her. All had survived the ordeal, and suddenly, Veronique felt that there was no reason why she should fail. After all, she wasn`t shy about her body. If these had been men she wanted to impress, and if she had been wearing one of her skimpy dresses, this would not have been a problem at all. Veronique forced herself to ignore the differences between both occasions. Then, she quickly removed her panties and placed them into the basket. Before Nastja could even think of making a remark about their scent, she caught the Russian`s attention by brushing her hair over her shoulders, thus lifting her breasts.

Veronique crouched and parted her thighs, but shielded her private parts by placing her hand s on the floor between her feet. Since her arms were framing her boobs, the image was obviously satisfying Nastja`s desires, for she took her pictures and then let Veronique use the toilet.

All were now allowed to ungag themselves, and Nastja collected the panties in her basket whilst the sodden pantyhose and the discarded tape landed in another bag. The food was frugal, but okay. There were thermos cans with coffee, tea from a Samovar simmering in the corner, fruits and sandwiches. After the breakfast, Nastja offered some cigarettes. Lioba greedily took one, and so did Lalita. Isabelle noticed that Samantha shortly hesitated, but then took one too. Samantha usually didn`t smoke – except when her partners did, for she otherwise considered kissing to be disgusting if only one tongue tasted of tobacco.

»So, my little sister has obviously overcome her lovesickness!«, she thought.

Isabelle and Cordelia refused the offer, but Veronique took a cigarette, too.

»Aunt Veronique, since when do you smoke?«, Samantha asked whilst trying not to cough from her own cigarette.

»Since this hen night decided to become less ordinary!«

Samantha stared at her; then, she began to chuckle, and soon, all captives were laughing. Even Veronique smiled wryly and drew on her cigarette. Her coughing caused another volley of laughter, and Lioba patted her back. Veronique looked at her and for the first time, Lioba`s smile wasn`t belligerent. She held the cigarette to her, and Lioba took it, even thanking her.

Milena frowned. To see the captives relaxed and in good mood was not what she had intended. She rose from her chair and clapped her hands.

»All right, let`s see that our guests are well entertained!«

***

Though the position was inconvenient, Colleen had been sitting almost motionless as long as Linnea had been watching her. Then, the girl had yawned a few times, and finally, she had dozed off. Now, Colleen decided to at least try an escape.

Not taking her eyes from the sleeping blonde on the couch next to her, she arched her back and let her taped fingers slide over the tabletop, until she could feel the edge. Then, she wriggled her hips and slowly slid closer to the table`s end. Colleen prepared for the next, more difficult part: she once again leant backwards, letting her bound arms dangle. She had to avoid that gravity took over, or that the other side of the coffee table would come off the ground and then fall back, waking up Linnea.

Her trained muscles didn`t fail her, and so, Colleen finally was lying on her bent arms, still with the table between her open legs. Slowly, millimetre for millimetre, she crawled backwards, until she could get her thighs over the table`s edge. Now, she was lying on the floor, oppressing her urge to pant.

Linnea sighed in her sleep and turned on the couch, but didn`t wake up. Colleen now crawled forward again, and with a mixture of strength and dexterity, she lifted the table with her legs, until she could push her bound hands under one of its legs. More distortions followed, and she finally got her legs free from the table. Colleen was still gagged, had her arms immobilized and her ankles bound, but now, she could crawl over to the second couch and use it as a help to get to  her feet.

Still, Linnea hadn`t woken up. Colleen looked around in the room and could see the knife the woman had been given by the Indian lying on the floor. She hopped over to it, and, with some difficulties, managed to get it out of its sheath with her toes.

Sawing through her leg ties was considerably easy now. Colleen waited for her circulation to fully come back before she got to her feet again. With her fingers taped, it would take time to free her hands – maybe too much time if Linnea was still around.

She approached the sleeping blonde and then, she gently tickled her nose with her big toe. Linnea cringed her nostrils and moaned in her sleep. As Colleen continued her teasing, she finally opened her eyes.

With a gasp, Linnea rose her head, giving Colleen the opportunity to hit her chin with her heel. The blonde twisted her eyes and collapsed.

Quickly, Colleen now placed the knife between two cushions of the couch and then sawed through her bonds. Once she was free, she bent over the still unconscious blonde and grinned.

»Payback time!«, she whispered and grabbed the knife.

***

It was their watches telling Mike and his friends that the morning had come, for the sky was still dark. The lack of light had forced them to slow down on walking speed, and all except David and Billy had left the sleigh, not only to make things easier for the reindeers, but also to be able to follow the tracks with the only flashlight they had.

They had luckily found the tracks of Kristin and had been following them for more than two hours now. Their hunting fever had been replaced by tiredness and they had almost stopped talking. Now, they were forcing themselves up a hill, and to some extent, they even envied David who could sit in the sleigh.

One of the reindeers snorted and they could see a Polar fox run away from where it had been sniffling on something at the floor. Mike approached and frowned. Where the fox had been, the snow was trampled down, and he could even see a cigarette butt. Beside it, there were several yellowish spots in the snow.

»So, they have at least given them a bathroom break!«

The men chuckled a bit, but then, they saw the significance of that. They were still on the right track!

»Can I have the map?«, David asked, and Bishop handed it to him. Whilst he unfolded it, he also took out his compass, and Billy made a remark about his Boy Scout skills.

»I might not have met Baden Powell personally, but I know how cross bearing works!«

»And I thought that without the girl, there would be no more age jokes!«, Billy grumbled. David placed the compass on the map and said:

»Now, the resort is roughly on 330!«

He drew a line over the map and then, he aimed the compass at the track lying ahead of them. When he had drawn another line, there was a crooked »X« on the map. David put his finger at the crossing.

»So, we are here, or at least, somewhere here – but more important, we now have an idea where we are going!«

Five pairs of eyes followed the line on the map, and it was Bishop who put his finger on a certain spot.

»There!«

»B-J-O-R-N-E-V-A-T-N«, Ravi spelled, thinking of how Lillea would have shuddered at how he misspelled the Norwegian name. Mike scoffed.

»At least, we can hardly miss it! The area`s really huge! Let`s just hope that the tracks will lead us till the end!«

***

Their captors obviously seemed eager to slowly tighten the screws, for the first order given to the captives was almost welcomed. Each was handed a mug filled with water and a toothbrush, and Olesya also gave them some toothpaste. So, six captives were standing side by side, cleaning their teeth and trying to scrub off the taste of the strange panties. Isabelle had noticed that Milena had left the room, but now, Olesya placed three plastic buckets on the floor, each half filled with water.

Those who had spent the night together had to share one bucket, and then, they had to wash each other. The water was cold, and in addition, Nastja had handed each group a soap bar, but no washcloths, so they had to use their hands. Both Olesya and Nastja walked around, their guns in their hands, and gave orders how they should do it.

»You better do a thorough job, Ladies! If I check on you and smell something fishy, you will have to do it again – with your tongues!«

With the cold water, it was a bit bothersome to get some lather, and the six captives followed the humiliating order with varying revulsion. Both Lalita and Samantha didn`t want to offer a show, but for both girls, touching the other was nothing to be appalled by. Lalita even put some lather on Samantha´s nose, to which she responded by painting a smiley on her soaped belly.

Beside them, Cordelia and Isabelle knew that they were just preventing to get punished, but they both avoided eye contact, as they also tried not to look on some parts of the other`s anatomy when they touched them.

»At least, we can wash away the scent of her feet!«, Isabelle whispered, pointing at Nastja. Though Cordelia shuddered from the memory of the Russian`s feet inside her panties, sha was also grateful for Isabelle taking it with some humour, and she managed to relax a bit as she felt the redhead wash her pubic area.

Lioba and Veronique had quite a different approach to their enforced job. Lioba had decided that touching every inch of the other with her hands was preferable to doing so with her tongue, and so, she energetically washed and soaped Veronique, who in return only very reluctantly touched her companion.

»I have no intention to have you licking my pussy! Show some effort!«, Lioba hissed. Veronique made a strange sound, but then, she indeed put her fingers between the other`s legs and began to wash her there.

Finally, the girls had to line up again, once more sorted by age. Each had to stand with her hands folded at her nape, and when Samantha had stepped forward, Nastja used her booted foot to make her spread her legs some three feet apart. Then, she began to closely examine her body. She even bent down to the girl`s pubic mound, ostentatiously sucking air through her nose.

»It`s very important to stay clean down there!«

»If so, you will at least not touch me there with your dirty fingers!«, Samantha replied. Olesya chuckled, and Nastja also wasn`t sure whether she should be angry or amused.

»Plucky girls get plucked!«, she said and pulled out one of Samantha`s pubic hairs before sending her away with a slap on her butt.

Obviously a bit angry because the girls still didn`t seem broken, Nastja tried to tease them a bit more. In Lalita`s case, she brushed all over her pubic area with her hand.

»I appreciate it that you removed all of your hair here, but you sometimes overlook some, especially at places you can`t see properly!«

Lalita felt embarrassed, but as she looked at Samantha, the redhead formed a kiss with her lips, and so, she persisted. Isabelle also endured that Nastja splayed her buttocks to examine whether Cordelia had washed her cleft, too.

Her examining of both Lioba and Cordelia was a bit cursory then, but when Veronique stood in front of her, she brushed under her breasts and then examined her finger.

»Seems you are still a bit wet! Now, do some hopping, until they are dry!«

Encouraged by a slap on her buttocks, Veronique began to hop on spot. Her ample breasts bounced, and her cheeks and even her cleavage were as red as her hair. After a while, Nastja stepped behind her and squeezed her sides. The ticklish Veronique squealed and twitched.

»Seems you had a little more cake than exercises during the last weeks!«

So, Veronique had to do 20 squats and the same number of trunk bends before she was finally sent to her co-captives. Now, Milena returned and said something in Russian. They recognized that Nastja seemed a bit disappointed.

»I have contacted our Headquarters«, she then said in English. »Those of you who don`t like this place will be glad that to hear that we won`t be here for very much longer!«

There was a portentous subtext in her words, and the six captives exchanged anxious looks.

***

»Well, and that`s that!«, Mailin closed her short report about her sight on the last two days. She had left out a few details, but tried to paint Lenya, whose hand she had been holding all the time, in a brighter light without omitting her having committed some crimes, too.

»That`s that!«

Kristin nodded slowly and looked at the woman sitting beside Mailin, trying not to stare at her bare breasts. She felt a bit ambiguous: on the one hand, Lenya was an accomplice of the women who were responsible for her having suffered through some ordeals, ending with her now locked inside a padded cell in just her bra and panties. On the other hand, Lenya had not harmed her personally, and though they didn`t know well, she appreciated Mailin.

»Now, what will it be – for you two?«

Kristin still felt a bit awkward when it came to same sex love. Of course, she had not lost contact to the 21st century, and when there were gay or lesbian couples at her resort, she treated them with the same respect as her other guests. She just had issues in imagining such things.

Mailin shrugged.

»I think if these Englishmen succeed in freeing their girls from the Russians, they will set us free, so we can figure it out by ourselves. Or, they will inform my colleagues where to find us. And then, it will become – inconvenient. And I am not just talking about – that!«

She pointed at her body, also clad only in her black sports bra and the plain black panties. Though they hadn`t spoke about it, they knew what the near future would bring. Linnea – the real Linnea – would report what had happened, and then, there would be some long interrogations for Mailin, maybe a transfer, though she doubted that she would be suspended. However, Lenya would either be deported back to Russia – where they would do God knew what to her! – or she would be sent to prison for a long time. Maybe, even the CIA would ask for her – and get her, since Norway didn`t want to disappoint their strongest military ally.

She turned to Lenya and suddenly, she couldn`t hold it back. She bent forward and they kissed. Kristin turned towards the door – and her eyes widened. The small lid in the door stood open. And through it, the Black was looking. She was smiling, but it didn`t reach her eyes, and she was holding a gun in her hand.

»I hope that I am not coming inconveniently?«

She hadn`t lowered her voice. Mailin and Lenya parted from each other and also stared at Colleen who now continued:

»Luckily, these English bastards didn`t find my backpack! Anyway, this room has got some eight square yards, and I have won several medals for marksmanship! So, any disobedience from your side wouldn`t get you very far!«

Kristin gulped and raised her hands whilst Mailin grabbed Lenya`s hand. Colleen said:

»Now, let`s start by giving back to me what is mine!«

After a few seconds, Lenya got up and took off the camo panties. She handed them to Colleen through the opening, noticing that the Black was naked except for her bra. She thanked and put on her panties; then, she ordered:

»Now, I don`t want Lenya to feel underdressed!«

Kristin opened her mouth, but a wave from the gun made her reach behind her back and unclasp her bra whilst Mailin pulled her sports bra over her head. When their breasts were bare, Colleen saw that Kristin had her arms crossed in front of hers.

»Now, the panties!«

There was no point in pleading and so, they obeyed. Colleen made them stand with their hands to their sides and commented:

»I already know from Lenya she´s a 34D. In your case, I would say, you are both 36D?«

Kristin blushed, and Mailin just said nothing when Colleen suddenly aimed at Lenya.

»I asked you a question!«

»I am a 36D!«, Mailin spat.

»Me too!«, Kristin mumbled. Colleen nodded satisfied and then told Mailin to turn her back towards the door and to get her hands through the opening. As she had done so, the Black grabbed her wrists and, having them turned palm to palm, tightly tied them with some thin cord. Then, having cinched the bonds, she wrapped Mailin`s fingers with tape. After that, the blonde Policewoman`s arms were pulled even further and Colleen now tied her elbows, both above and below the joint, and taking care that her joints met. Mailin ached, and Colleen gave her arms a push, so she stumbled against Lenya.

Now, two short pieces of rope were thrown through the opening and Lenya and Kristin each had to take one of them.

»Mailin, you sit in the middle of the bed! The others will tie your ankles to the bed`s feet – left and right!«

The order was humiliating: since the bed was fixed to the wall, only two feet were available, and they were some two yards away from each other. So, when they fulfilled Colleen`s order, Mailin had to sit with her legs spread wide. In addition, the elbow tie forced her to thrust out her ample boobs.

»Well, that`s interesting! Obviously, Norway and Russia differ in – hair styles down there!«

Indeed, Lenya had removed her pubic hair, except for a strip of hair that indicated she wasn`t a natural blonde. Both Kristin and Mailin sported a thatch of dark blonde hair.

Now, it was Lenya´s and then Kristin`s turn to get their arms tied via the opening. Both got their elbows tied, too, and their fingers taped. Kristin ached and now felt that her breasts had doubled their size. Colleen now entered the room, clad just in her camo bra and panties, but with the gun in her hand and a bundle of ropes in her left. On her left wrist, she was carrying a roll of tape like a bracelet, and she also had a small backpack standing beside her.

»I could see that the two of you are more than friends!«, she said towards Mailin and Lenya. Before they could answer, she continued:

»Don`t get me wrong, I am okay with that! It´s just, you will have to say Goodbye to each other now!«

»What?«, both asked in unison, and Colleen chuckled.

»Well, your English friends didn`t take the snow mobile, and since Linnea will also come with me, I can only take one more! A Russian spy my colleagues are very interested in what she might have to say!«

Both Mailin`s and Lenya`s eyes widened, but it was Kristin who managed to croak:

»Wha-what about u-us?«

»Well, you will do as planned – wait here for the Englishmen to come back! However, I decided to spice things up a bit!«

Before any of the captives could start arguing, she said:

»Now, I will start by gagging Kristin! Meanwhile, you may kiss Mailin Goodbye!«

Kristin was forced to kneel on the floor. Lenya sat on the bed and kissed Mailin`s cheek, but Colleen made her kneel, too, and then forced her head between Mailin`s splayed legs.

»Now, kiss! It may be the last opportunity!«

She sat down beside Kristin and reached for her backpack.

»If you don`t start right now, I will blow her brains out!«

Lenya gasped. Then, she bent forward and placed a kiss on Mailin`s pubic mound. Despite the situation, Mailin vividly reminded the last time she had done so.

»Lenya, I-«

For a moment, the Russian looked up to her, tears in her eyes. Then, she continued to kiss her most intimate spots, tender and passionately.

Kristin had stared at the back of Lenya between Mailin`s legs, but got now distracted when the Black grabbed her scalp.

»Greetings from Linnea! She´s a little tied up, but she is sending you these!«

With her strong fingers, she worked a black pair of panties deep into Kristin`s mouth, causing her to retch.

»She begs you to excuse that she hadn`t much opportunity to wash during the last days!«

»Ghhmmph! Nnnggnn!«

Colleen now produced a knife and showed the blade to Kristin.

»If you dare to spit these out, I`ll cut your nipples!«

Shuddering, Kristin watched her cut the cups from her bra. One was wedged into her mouth, above the panties, and then, Colleen produced a pair of used pantyhose. She cut the legs and used one to tie it tightly between Kristin`s lips, pushing the gag even deeper into her throat, and cutting into the corners of her mouth. She then pulled the panty part over her head, informing her that this was also a »souvenir« from Linnea. When the crotch part covered Kristin`s lips and mouth, she tied the second leg between her lips, too. Then, she wrapped some 20 layers of tape over her mouth, followed by another ten over her eyes.

Having gagged and blindfolded Kristin, Colleen turned for the other two. With a smile, she noticed that Lenya was still doing as she was told, and that Mailin had closed her eyes and panted. Unusually gently, she patted the Russian`s shoulder.

»You may continue for as long as it takes me to gag Mailin. But perhaps, you want to kiss her – other lips before!«

Colleen turned her offer into an order by grabbing Lenya`s hair and bringing her face close to Mailin`s. The Russian`s lips were moist, and Mailin knew that this had to do with her reaction to the latest caresses. However, she didn`t hesitate for a second to kiss her. There was a slight bitter taste, but this could also be from their flowing tears.

»I love you!«, Mailin whispered as they had to part, and Lenya also confessed her love. Then, Colleen forced her back between the Norwegian`s legs whilst she gagged Mailin in the same way as she had done to Kristin. She used Kristin`s panties on her, a taste known to Mailin, but yet still appalling – even more as Colleen had dabbed over Lenya´s middle with them before, as a »little reminder«. Though the panties were quite substantial, she added the other bra cup before using the manager`s pantyhose to complete the gag: cleave, hood, second cleave. When she had wrapped rounds and rounds of tape over her mouth and eyes, she finally turned towards Lenya.

»At least, you get a little memory of your time here!«

The Russian was gagged the same way as the others, in her case, both Mailin`s panties and her sports bra were crammed into her mouth. Colleen had dabbed over Mailin`s moist middle before gagging the girl. Then, she did the same with the pieces of the pantyhose. Once she had taped Lenya`s mouth and eyes, she quickly went to work with the precut ropes.

A few minutes later, Lenya sported a tight crotch rope fixed to her bound arms, and her legs were tied at her thighs, above and below her knees, and at her ankles. With a last rope, Colleen tied her insteps before also fixing her big toes with a shoelace.

Then, Colleen took the last four ropes, two longer and two short ones. One of the longer became a crotch rope for Mailin, the ends dangling down between her bound legs. Colleen grinned as she saw (and smelled) that Lenya`s caresses hadn`t been without response.

She now made Kristin sit between Mailin`s legs, tying her ankles to that of the Policewoman. Kristin squirmed and moaned, but couldn`t help as Colleen applied a crotch rope to her, too. She took the loose ends of this, and pulled. Kristin groaned and bucked, but Colleen took the ends between her teeth as she now tightened Mailin`s crotch rope, pulling it between her still moist labia, before she knotted the ends off around Kristin`s neck, forcing her to arch her back and press her encased head against Mailin`s lower abdomen. As a final touch, she then threaded the ends of Kristin`s crotch rope to the rope around her neck, pulled the slack out, and knotted it off. Now, the noose no longer threatened to strangle Kristin, as it was pulled downwards, away from her throat, but it didn`t seem that the hotel manager appreciated that currently.

For a while, Colleen watched the two naked, gagged and blindfolded Norwegians, trying to cope with the ropes between their kegs, and how every slight move had an effect on those. Then, Colleen asked:

»You are both ticklish, aren`t you?«

»Hhrrrrrrmmm! Nnnnggg!«

Kristin screamed through her gag and vigorously shook her head. Mailin remained calm, but her chest heaved from her heavy panting. Colleen chuckled and rummaged through her backpack. The small egg-shaped thing was actually meant for her own pleasure, but she would neither ask nor tell her victims.

Colleen placed it between Mailin`s right and Kristin`s left sole, fixing it there with several rounds of tape. On the small remote, she programmed »Intervals« before switching the toy on.

»Have fun, Ladies!«, she said mockingly, hoisted Lenya over her shoulder and left the cell, locking the door behind her.

***