Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 15

»All right, let`s get you ready for a little walk!«

For a change, they started with Lioba and Veronique who had to stand side by side. From a bag, Olesya sorted five large cable binders. Two, she used to tie the captives` wrists, then, each woman`s elbows were tied, too. Nastja looked at Veronique`s thrust out boobs and commented:

»Perhaps, we should enact Shakespeare, we already have the balcony!«

Veronique`s cheeks reddened and she lowered her head. Olesya now used the last zip tie to fix Lioba`s right ankle to Veronique`s left. Then, Nastja came with a roll of tape and the basket in which the panties had been collected. Lioba gulped when she saw the Russian pick the black pair Veronique had been wearing during the night. She had a foreshadowing where they would go – and the French had not only worn them during their walk here, together with the crotch rope, but also whilst she had reacted to Nastja`s caresses.

To add some embarrassment for Veronique, Nastja held the garment under her nose and asked:

»What would you say, all wildflowers and roses?«

Veronique couldn`t help cringing her nostrils. With a laugh, Nastja turned towards Lioba.

»It`s another round in the washing machine, I am afraid!«

Again, she held the panties under Lioba`s nose, forcing her to smell Veronique`s fragrance, before she slowly worked the garment behind her lips. She managed to hold still, but she retched a few times, and her chest was heaving from her oppressed disgust. Nastja pushed the panties in as far as she could; then, she made Lioba bite down hard on them before sealing her lips with five strips of tape.

»Now, for you, my busty friend!«

She took the two thongs from Lioba and brushed over Veronique`s boobs with them, teasing her nipples that stood out due to the cool air in the room. Then, she pushed one of the tiny garments into the French`s left cheek, the other into her right. Still, she didn`t seem satisfied.

»That slut should really wear something more substantial, don`t you agree?«

From her back pocket, she produced a pair of plain black panties, obviously one of her own,  that she pushed into Veronique`s mouth now. Then, she also had to close her lips and Nastja taped them shut. With a slap on both girls` butts, she then made them figure out how to walk three-legged, as they had to stagger to the wall.

Next pair was Cordelia and Isabelle. They were zip-tied like Lioba and Veronique, and once their ankles were connected, Nastja produced the two pairs of Isabelle. They were both made of the finest silk, but quite substantial, and it took Nastja quite some effort and the help of Olesya who steadied Cordelia`s head to stuff them into the brunette`s mouth. Cordelia`s mouth now gaped, her cheeks bulged and a little saliva ran down her chin. This, Nastja dabbed away with one of Cordelia`s own panties whilst Olesya finished the gag with strips of tape.

Then, it was Isabelle`s turn. Again, though she didn`t fight it and even tried to relax her jaw, it needed the work of Nastja and Olesya to get the two white cotton panties inside Isabelle`s mouth. Once her lips were taped, Nastja brushed over Isabelle`s hair and whispered, loud enough for Cordelia to hear, too:

»Now, you`d wish that Cordelia would shave down there, too, isn`t it?«

Cordelia whimpered and blushed all over, whilst Isabelle fought to oppress a moan of disgust to not embarrass her companion even more. Both were panting when they were sent to the wall, too.

In Lalita`s and Samantha`s case, once they were tied and connected at their ankles, Nastja offered them to kiss before they would be gagged.

»Actually, we Russians aren`t very tolerant in such things! So, there maybe won`t be many opportunities in the foreseeable future!«

This was a barely hidden threat, but the girls indeed exchanged a kiss, not too long, but indicting that they were not just good friends. Then, Samantha got her mouth stuffed to the bursting with Lalita`s two pairs of silk panties. In the Indian`s case, Nastja added an off-white cotton pair, presumably from Milena or Olesya, to the two thongs. Once both girls` lips were taped, Milena announced:

»Now, we are going on a walk again! Don`t worry, it will be much shorter than yesterday! But to make things a bit more intriguing-«

They now pulled tight black hoods over the girls` heads, effectively blindfolding them. Then, they were made to walk on.

The corridor was too narrow for a pair to walk side by side, and so, it was quite some staggering for the blindfolded captives with their ankles tied together. Accompanied by some grunting and chortling, they tried to find their way. Clapping sounds, accompanied by muffled mews, indicated that their captors deliberately spanked their naked flesh if they considered them to be too slowly.

After a few yards, the corridor ended, but this was hardly an improvement. They had now stepped outside, and the cold air hit their naked bodies with all might. Lioba, the first in line, mewed when her bare foot hit the snowy ground, but she was not allowed to stop. As she staggered forward, she sensed that after a few yards, the concrete changed for an iron grid, and the ground was shaking slightly.

»Just don`t look down!«, Milena joked. The grid seemed to be part of a gangway that led downwards. When they staggered, the helpless captives could feel railings on both sides. There was snow, and the wind made goosebumps appear on their bare skin.

After some time, they entered another building, and more corridors and iron doors followed before they were finally allowed to pause. Though this room was not considerably warmer than the outside, they all were covered with sweat from the effort of the walk. They stood with their upper bodies bent forward, panting.

»Now, this room doesn`t look much!«, Milena now announced. Her voice echoed a bit, indicating that they were in a rather big room, maybe some warehouse.

»So, I will explain you what lies ahead of you before you may have a look!«

The exhausted girls still were breathing heavily, but none of them made a sound as the Russian now continued:

»Our original plan has been to establish a listening post at an abandoned post of the NATO, but now, it seems that our contact at the Police got busted, and in addition, it might be that Kristin made it out alive! So, we changed for plan B!«

She paused, and Isabelle couldn`t help thinking that this was like in the old James Bond movies: the arch villain was explaining his evil plan to the heroes.

»The only problem is that we are not in the position to be that heroic right now – and my personal hero is somewhere else, having fun with his friends!«

»In a few hours«, Milena continued, »a helicopter will arrive, bringing in some of our men. They will establish an unmanned post here. These are a bit less effective, because they have to be controlled from Russia and are dependent on batteries, but I think it should still allow us to stay informed about what the NATO is doing and planning so close to our country!«

Now, Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine: not because there was espionage going on close to a border between two countries that could not be called close friends. But what role did a group of kidnapped women play at a secret listening post, especially an unmanned one?

»Now, these men will establish the equipment, since it requires some engineer`s work. However, the helicopter will leave immediately – together with Nastja, Olesya and me!«

»Now, it comes!«, Isabelle thought, and Milena didn`t disappoint her:

»Unfortunately, we can only take one piece of luggage each. I asked my superiors, but there is only one box the size of a big suitcase for us three agents!«

Now, there was some humming, as the girls realized that this meant the Russians planned to take three of them with them. However, they were six altogether!

»The others will stay here with the men, until they have finished their job. I don`t know if they will find much time to enjoy your – company very often, but nevertheless, they should not take more than one or two days. And then, they will leave – and this will just be an unmanned post!«

A cacophony of mews, fluttering breaths and groans followed the last announcement. It didn`t mean anything but that, whilst three of them would be abducted to Russia, sure not meant to be treated like Princesses, the others would be the toys of the Russian agents – and then killed off!

Milena raised her voice, so the damsels could hear her:

»Of course, we won`t decide whom we take with us by simply flipping a coin! There will be an elaborate process to find out who of you has deserved a future in our country – and since there are only a few hours left, we will start right now!«

***

»I wonder whether God thinks it would be too easy otherwise, or if just wants to tell me that he wants to do the Hiob game again!«

Shortly after they had left the »Pee Hill«, it had started to snow again. Not the masses from the day before, but enough to more and more cover the tracks the Russians and their captives had left. So, they had to hope that their final destination had indeed been Bjornevatn.

With some 2.500 inhabitants, the hard to pronounce city was the second in size after Kirkenes. There had been mining for iron ore for some decades, but a few years ago, the mining company had gone bankrupt and so, the whole area was more or less abandoned.

»Well, the last time we had to work as tunnel rats, we were successful in the end!«

David was referring to when he and Mike had chased some criminals at an old Nazi Bunker in France. There had been a happy end indeed, with both of them carrying the lady of their heart into the sunset. Bishop looked up from his phone. They now were close enough to the village that they at least had access to the net.

»According to Google, they mostly did daylight mining! There are some tunnels, but-«

»But they can also be somewhere at the surface!«, Mike concluded. At least, the area now allowed them to ride a little faster and so, they reached the outskirts of the mine at about 9am. Billy loosened the reindeers from the sleigh and pointed at a group of birches.

»Sorry, guys, no oat for you, but maybe, you can graze some bark!«

They climbed up a hill from where they had a good look at the area. With the use of two ski poles, David also managed to get there.

»Damn! It is huge!«

Their eyes fell on a large snowy field, looking as vast and uninhabitable as most daylight mining sites did. There were several barracks and other buildings, some of them looking more inhabited than others. In front of a few, they could see lorries and excavators, and there was light behind some of the windows.

»Didn`t you say the place is abandoned?«

Bishop shrugged.

»There a rumours about a new company deciding whether to start mining again. Perhaps, they have some prospectors here! Also, it`s possible that some locals use the area for other business, and I think they also offer guided tours through the tunnels!«

»Well, that at least gives us a few places where they are not!«, Ravi tried to be optimistic. Mike pointed at a huge building that seemed to have been a processing hall or something like that.

»Let`s get there, before the snow covers all tracks they may have left for us to find!«

***

The Russians had removed their blindfolds, showing them that they were indeed in some kind of warehouse. There were a few skylights, but due to the Polar night and the snow outside, no light came through them. So, they only had the two portable lamps beside them, and they could only see vague shadows of whatever was deposited inside the hall.

Their captors had each taken a clipboard and walked the line of naked women, making notes and murmuring things like »eye colour«, »breast size« and »age«. It was clear that the Russians were checking their »market value«, and so, the girls` fear mixed with rage about being taxed like a bunch of used cars.

Milena had even put on a pair of reading glasses and when she now looked up from her clipboard, she pushed them up her forehead and even placed her pen behind her ear to complete the image of a bureaucrat.

»Now, what do we have here? Veronique, you are close to your 40th birthday!«

She said it as if Veronique had committed a crime, and she whimpered with widened eyes at the implication that she was too old. However, Milena smiled coldly:

»However, you have two compelling arguments that keep you in the game! Now, Cordelia and Lioba, you are also what a connoisseur would call ›mature‹, but you have both legs like gazelles, and it seems that so far, you show no signs of cellulitis!«

Both women also had a PhD, but obviously, these weren`t the skills that mattered.

»Samantha and Isabelle, you are both young, French and redheads! Almost a cliché, but something of value nevertheless! And finally, Lalita! You have the bonus of being ›exotic‹! So, to make things short, we couldn`t find a reason to sort one of you out just by her optical qualities!«

Olesya stepped forward.

»So, we must decide by how you perform in our competitions! However, we know that being brought to Russia may sound more appealing than being killed after a very short career as a sex toy! And since some of you are very close«, she looked at Lalita and Samantha, »you may consider performing deliberately bad, so another one may live! So, to motivate you to give your best, the rules are: the winner of each contest may decide who will live!«

»Including herself, of course!«, Milena added. The six captives exchanged anxious looks and mmphed whilst Nastja now drew a line into the dusty floor. Then, she made ten big steps before she drew a second. Then, the three Russians worked together and untied the couples, but before, each girl got her knees and ankles zip-tied individually.

»Now, get to the start!«, Milena ordered. By slapping the captives` butts, Nastja and Olesya ensured that they hopped over to the line.

»I think the rules are clear: get to the other line, first one wins! Oh, and there are no rules, so, you may fight with all you have!«

»And if you don`t get started within five seconds, we will draw straws! Less entertaining, but the result`s the same!«, Olesya added. She then counted down, and, as if they had decided to grab the little chance this perfidious game offered them, all girls began to hop.

»Hop! Hop! Hop!«, Nastja cheered like a little girl. She had put on some Techno beat and was filming the hopping women and their bouncing breasts with her phone.

Though it was just some ten yards, there were considerable differences in how the girls performed. Isabelle, who had done ballet dancing in her youth, could easily balance on her toes and so, she was lying ahead, followed by Cordelia, whose legs were not only shapely, but also well trained from her going to swim twice a week. Veronique however had lost contact to the group and though her ample boobs were bouncing the most, she was last after less than half of the distance.

»Hhrrrrrmmm!«, she cried with sheer panic and frustration. However, there was a surprise in the game. Lioba, who was almost in line with Cordelia, slipped. She tried not to touch Cordelia, but hit her side the moment she was just hopping and so, she produced a chain reaction by pushing Cordelia against Isabelle´s back.

»Uuuhmmph!«

She fell forward and landed on her breasts. However, it wasn`t the pain that was the problem, but since Lalita had to dodge the three squirming women on the floor, it was Samantha who crossed the finishing line first.

Isabelle whimpered. She would of course have chosen Samantha to live, but now, her sister was left with the terrible burden of having to decide between her and Lalita.

Obviously, Samantha had realized what her victory meant, for her eyes now desperately flew from her to Lalita and back again. Isabelle fought to get to her feet and then hopped towards Samantha.

»Uuhhmph! Nnnnggg!«

She shook her head, then pointed at Lalita with her chin, trying to signal that her sister should pick the woman she loved instead of her. Samantha`s eyes filled with tears. Isabelle also felt the urge to sob, but she forced herself to look as if she insisted on Samantha choosing Lalita.

»That`s what they call a dilemma!«, Milena said, patting Samantha`s shoulder. »But don`t worry, girl, us Russians are interested in solutions, not problems!«

She said something in Russian and now, Nastja brought a sweat-clad and panting Veronique. Milena now produced two clothespins and wrote something on both. Then, she placed them on Veronique`s hardened nipples.

»Uuhmm!«

»Veronique will be the one to decide! And to make sure she`s impartial, not even she knows which clothespin stands for whom! Now, shake it, Baby!«

She stepped behind Veronique who was still held by Nastja and started to tickle her sides. Veronique twitched and squirmed, accompanied by high-pitched squeals through her gag. Merciless, Milena increased the teasing, until Veronique`s breasts were heaving and bouncing, until finally, one of the clothespins fell off. Whilst Veronique collapsed and lay on the floor, panting and gasping, Milena picked up the clothespin.

»And the winner is – Lalita!«

Now, Samantha squealed and sank to the floor. Isabelle hopped to her, trying to offer her sister some solace. Helplessly, they watched as the Russians now brought a large metal box. Then, Lalita was »prepared for her trip«. First, her gag was reinforced by a vet wrap bandage, then, her ears were plugged. Olesya pulled the hood back over her head, denying Samantha the look of Lalita`s brown eyes, now filled with tears.

Nastja now brought a long rope and doubled it before slinging it around the girl`s waist. Then, she worked the ends between Lalita`s tied legs. She made sure that Lalita`s pubic mound was pointing at Samantha as she pulled on the ropes, and so, the Marceau sisters had to see how the rope got tighter and tighter and finally found a way between the Indian`s labia.

The ends were then led up Lalita`s back and over her shoulders. Olesya folded her legs, a process that increased the pressure of the agonizing crotch rope, and the ends were then tied off under Lalita`s knees, so she was tied to a ball and her hooded head rested on her knees. A zip tie was then tied around her big toes and a belt slung around her whole body ensured that her lower legs were fixed to her thighs.

With a sardonic grin, Nastja now tickled Lalita, to show how helpless she had become, whilst her comrades opened the box. Then, the Indian was placed inside and the lid was shut and locked with a padlock.

»Two tickets left in the pool!«, Milena announced to the five horrified girls that all stared at the metal box, looking so plain from the outside.

***

The day before, Linnea would have considered that she knew about how it was to be bound, gagged and blindfolded, but now, she was learning a whole new level of being restrained. When she had woken up from being knocked out by Colleen, she had figured out that the Black hadn`t wasted the time she had passed out.

Her arms were tied at her wrists and above and below her elbows, so tight the joints not only met, but were crushed against each other. Her fingers were taped, and her wrists were fixed to a tight rope bisecting her crotch, so that the slightest move turned the line of fire into something directly from hell. Her legs were tied at her thighs, above and below the knees, and her ankles, and Colleen had also bound her insteps and her big toes together.

Then, there was the gag. Unbeknownst to her, Colleen hadn`t been imaginative and gagged her like she had also her other victims. Something with a slightly bitter and salty taste had been stuffed deep into her throat, and with horror, Linnea had realized it had to be a pair of used panties. It could have been her own, since there now was just an agonizing rope between her legs, but also those that had been used to gag Lenya before. Linnea had no idea it was the latter`s, since she had no experience with being gagged with underwear, and she could not distinguish her taste from that of another woman.

She was also chewing on Lenya´s bra cups, and the leg of the Russian`s pantyhose cut into the corners of her mouth. Above, she was hooded with the panty part of the hose, the second leg and endless rounds of tape securing her gag and blindfolding her.

Linnea had been lying on the floor, helplessly squirming and mewing, when she had heard steps. Then, she had been wrapped in a blanket and carried outside where the cold signalled her that Colleen had dumped her into the snow. Little later, she had returned, and something had been placed beside her. Something soft that was slightly moving and making faint noises.

She and her unknown co-captive had then been hoisted over something that felt like a narrow, but upholstered bench. They had been secured by a tension cord and then, it had seemed as if the Black was sitting upon the two helpless bundles. An engine had roared and then, they had started a bumpy and very uncomfortable ride.

Now, the snow mobile had stopped. Colleen loosened the tension cord and placed her two captives side by side before picking up Lenya and carrying her away. Two minutes later, she came for Linnea.

She was freed from the blanket and placed on a floor that seemed to shake slightly. Colleen hogtied her with a piece of rope, and then, she was pushed forward. Linnea felt something soft press against her tummy and her breasts touched some warm, naked skin. She realized that she was placed front to front to another woman. A nude woman, like herself, and Colleen was positioning them face to crotch!

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Her unknown companion also protested, but Colleen had no difficulties in slinging a belt around both heir waists, securing them in the humiliating position. Then, a blanket was loosely draped over them. As the Black`s steps vanished, the floor once again was moving. Obviously, they were aboard a boat.

»Mph! Gghmmmm!«

Linnea sensed that the scent of the pantyhose covering her nose had increased. With horror, she realized that the reason for this was that it was now pressed against her companion`s crotch. As she moved her head, her nose brushed over the other`s soft pubic mound, cut in two by a tight rope.

»Nnnggg! Mmhhmmph! Mh!«

Linnea felt the tickle of the other one moving her head, and her muffled cries caused small vibrations down there.

»Don`t panic! Don`t pa-«

However, sheer, black fear took over, and Linnea squirmed and bucked, screaming into her massive gag. Her co-captive joined in, and so, both fought with all their might until exhaustion stopped them.

If anything, it had at least helped them in keeping themselves warm.

***

There had been a few people around at the area – a man in an orange down jacket who mounted a snow plough, two more men who were obviously also working for the city service. They had avoided them, and then zigzagged until they had reached the tracks of the also defunct railway that had connected the mine and Kirkenes. Since it had been the easiest way, they had followed the tracks and now, they had reached the part of the old mine that hadn`t been visited for some time.

At a demolished excavator, they had stopped. The snow was so high it had become almost impossible for the injured David to get any further. In addition, they had a good look at some flat warehouses from there, and it would offer some cover if they got under fire.

»Fuck, I will freeze before we see any combat!«, David cursed. Billy patted both his shoulder and his own belly.

»You are lacking insulation, Skinny!«

Mike, who had observed the area through their binoculars, turned towards him, a grin forming on his lips.

»Billy! Sometimes, God speaks through the strangest of lips!«

»If you kiss me, I`ll scream!«, Billy grunted, but Mike explained them what he was referring to.

»You see the barrack over there?«

Mike pointed at a concrete building with a dark red roof on top of a large rock, some 200 yards away. It was connected with the ground by some iron gangway.

»Insulation, guys! Or better, lack thereof! There is hardly any snow on that roof, because it`s too warm! So, this building is heated!«

They all stared at the barrack, but they could see no light or a move behind the black windows. Mike looked at his comrades.

»We can`t be sure that this isn`t just an unlucky guard who has to keep an eye on the area! But since we are lacking any other hints, we should get up there! Or, at least, some of us, whilst the others cover their backs!«

David was the most obvious to stay at the excavator, and Billy, who wasn`t too eager to climb a snowy rock, voted for keeping him company. Bishop also stayed behind, taking the rifle.

»You won`t need it in close combat, but from here, we can only assist you with that!«

Mike checked his gun, but Ravi handed his to Billy.

»I have never used such a thing! Besides, Bengal Tigers kill with their bare pranks!«

He then decided to improve the impact of his pranks by taking a crowbar with him they had found at the excavator.

»All right, let`s kick some asses – after we have done some freeclimbing!«

***

Isabelle was panting through her nose. The new game was not only humiliating, it was also much more straining than the last one.

The Russians had untied their legs, but then fixed their big toes together with small zip ties. Then, they had to position themselves some two yards apart from each other, forming a line that faced their captors.

»This time, you must not touch your opponent, even by accident!«

They then had to crouch and to spread their knees as far as they could. Milena had walked the line of exposed pussies, followed by Nastja who was filming the sight. Then, the Russians had hooded them all.

»Again, the rules are simple! You will now close your legs, then open them, and so on! Not only is it a good exercise for your asses and legs, it is also a challenge of keeping balance! So, whoever is on her feet last is the winner!«

»Of course, it is harder the faster you get! So, you will have to follow the beat! Get too slow, and we will go to Russia with Lalita alone, if necessary!«

The music, like the hoods, were meant that they were forced to focus on themselves. None of them knew whether the others were still standing. When Nastja started another fast Techno beat, they reluctantly began to open and close their bent legs.

»Almost like a ventilator!«, Olesya joked. She was standing closest to the five captives and indeed, the constant flapping of their legs caused some air circulation. Nastja giggled.

»At least, they have it nice and airy down there!«

Unbeknownst to her friends, and to the surprise of the Russians who would have bet on Veronique, it was Samantha who first landed on her butt. She had been determined to free Isabelle who would have sacrificed her life for her. Also, another voice inside her had told her that if she won, she could accompany Lalita. And then, maybe, there was a chance for an escape.

However, she had instinctively moved too fast and so, she had lost balance in front of each other. Olesya pulled the hood from her head, so she could see how the others performed, but Samantha could hardly see anything through the tears in her eyes.

The next to lose were Veronique and Lioba who fell at almost the same moment. In the latter`s case, it wasn`t due to a lack of balance, but to heavy side stitches, and when Lioba was lying on her back, panting and hoping that the stars dancing in front of her eyes would disappear, a ridiculous thought shot through her mind:

»They should put pictures of this competition on the warning signs on cigarette packs!«

Cordelia`s legs were aflame, but she persisted. It wasn`t egoism that was driving her, not even fear. It was the desire to save Isabelle. Isabelle, who had risked her life to save hers, who had become her friend during the last months. Isabelle, who was meant to be married and lucky, whilst David had still dodged from even proposing.

The thought of David made her lose her rhythm of breath, and Cordelia staggered on her heels. For a moment, she thought she could keep balance, but then, she fell to her side. A few seconds later, the hood was pulled from her sweaty face.

»And, we have a winner!«

It was Olesya, grinning down on her. Cordelia blinked and the Russian shrugged and explained:

»Isabelle slipped some two minutes ago, but we wanted to see how long you could perform! By the way, Nastja!«, she looked over her shoulder, »you owe me two cigarettes! I told you she would persist more than a minute longer than Isabelle!«

Cordelia was unable to move, almost too exhausted to even blink away the sweat running into her eyes. She was fighting to catch breath, when suddenly, she realized that winning the dreadful competition was only the beginning of the real ordeal.

She now had to make a decision over life and death, in the most literal sense possible. Cordelia let out a long groan, both an expression of her physical exhaustion and her psychological horror. Then, she slowly sat up and looked around at her co-captives, all as sweaty and dishevelled as her.

»Now, choose wise, Cordelia!«, Milena ordered.

***