Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 16

The Russian cut the zip tie around Cordelia`s big toes and grabbed her arm to help her get to her feet. Cordelia staggered, her legs felt wobbly, not just from the physical strain. Her eyes wandered to the box in which Lalita was stowed, then to her friends. When her eyes fell on Lioba and Veronique, both lying on their sides, still panting, the grip around her heart tightened even more.

»What gives me the right to condemn them?«

These two could be called acquaintances rather than friends, but if she now chose Isabelle or Samantha, she would condemn at least one of the others to a certain death. Sure, she and Lioba hadn`t talked much, but did that make her less a human being? Veronique had been a bit nymphomaniac, even flirted with David – but did she deserve to die for that?

Cordelia shook her head; then, she lost control over her legs, so Olesya had to let her sink to the floor again. Impatiently, Milena asked:

»So, what takes you so long? Shall we ask the busty oracle again?«

Nastja playfully let one of the clothespins snap. Veronique mewed, but Cordelia just lowered her head and crouched into a foetal position. Should they take her, or put an end to it right now, she just could not decide who should live or die.

»Fuck! We wanted to loosen up the whole decision thing by a few games, but it seems that in the end, all responsibility lies by us! Nastja, Olesya, what do you think?«

»Some of the old rich guys just like to watch«, Olesya answered, »And I think they will enjoy watching even more if the actors are not faking!«

Samantha`s eyes widened, showing fear, pity for the others, and a glimpse of a wild, irrational hope: for her and Lalita, it would not be over – and as long as they were alive, there would be hope!

Nastja let her eyes wander over the four remaining captives. She stared at Veronique`s boobs long enough the French whimpered, but then, she said:

»I think we should have at least one long-legged to offer! And since redheads sell better-«

»So, Samantha and Lioba it is!«

At gunpoint, Milena shooed back the others whilst her comrades dragged Samantha to the second box. Isabelle stared at her sister, tears running down her cheeks, whilst Samantha got her gag reinforced by a vet wrap bandage and she then was tied into a helpless bundle.

Beside Isabelle, Lioba brought herself into a sitting position and then shuffled over to her. She could not put her arm around her, but she leaned against her, to show some compassion. Veronique and Cordelia also gathered around her, trying to give a little solace to Isabelle.

Once Samantha was hooded, crotch-roped and ball tied, she was put inside the metal box that was closed and locked. Then, Nastja and Olesya came for Lioba.

»Mph!«

Isabelle leaned forward. Unable to hug or kiss Lioba, she leaned her cheek against the other`s for a few moments. Cordelia did the same, and finally, also Veronique bid a silent Goodbye to Lioba. Only now, when even her nemesis showed some compassion, two tears ran down Lioba`s cheeks.

Five minutes later, she was securely stowed, though in her case, it had taken some prodding to get her inside the box. Milena sighed.

»So, that is that! Now, we should hurry up a bit, the men can be here any minute!«

***

»Now, the rest is piece of cake!«

Mike and Ravi had walked around the big hall and then climbed up the rock on which the barrack was standing. The extra way had cost them one hour, and it had been quite difficult to get up 30 feet of snow-covered unknown rock that was almost vertical, but it had allowed them to reach the blind spot of the building.

Mike had the gun ready, whilst Ravi held the crowbar like a club as they approached the barrack and sneaked to its backside. Since this was close to the rock, there were no windows, but an iron door.

»Now, what do you think is behind this door? A booby trap, or two Russians with Kalashnikovs?«

Ravi hesitated, but the fear for his sister had eliminated his sense of danger.

»There`s only one way to find out!«

He used the crowbar – and landed on his butt, not because he had triggered a bomb, but because the door had not been locked. Mike, who had aimed at the opening, now could see a storage room, empty except for some dusty shelves.

»After you!«

They entered the room and then listened on the door leading inside. There was no sound, and so, they stepped onto a corridor. Still, there was no sign of anyone else than them, but now, they could hear a faint humming.

»Killer bees?«, Ravi joked. However, it was just a generator. Mike patted the machine.

»If it`s on, then someone seems to need currency!«

Now, they also noticed that the inside of the building was considerably warm – not something that could be called inviting, but at least some five to ten degree above the outside temperature.

A quick search of the ground and the second floor showed that this had been a barrack that offered some comfort; obviously, it had been used for workers who had to stay for more than just one or two weeks. However, nothing looked as if it had been used in recent times.

»Wait a minute!«

Ravi pointed at a cable that went straight through the floor. So, there was at least one room below them. A short search showed them a lid in the floor, and Ravi opened it carefully. Again, there was nothing to shoot at, just some concrete steps leading into a corridor.

»What is this, an old air shelter?«

»Ask Google, for I don`t know!«

Since they could not see or hear any indications of someone being in the cellar, they descended and checked the rooms. In the first one, they saw a table and some chairs. Also, there were mugs, plates, some bottles and in a corner, a still lukewarm Samovar.

»It`s getting warmer!«

One by one, they checked the other rooms. There were more signs that these had been used only recently: the toilet smelled of chemicals, in the three sleeping rooms, there was crumpled bed sheets and some discarded clothes that hinted on female wearers. With the tip of his crowbar, Ravi lifted a pair of white panties.

»At least, not from Lolly`s collection!«

Ravi had had some issues with Lalita earning her money by selling designer underwear, but he had visited the website of »Lolly`s Panty-Monium« and could at least tell that these were just ordinary panties.

»They aren`t Belle`s either«, Mike added, plucking the panties from the crowbar. He didn`t want to confuse Ravi too much, but he could also tell from experience that these were most likely not Lioba`s and Samantha`s, and in addition, they looked too tiny to be Veronique`s. Reflexively, he brought them to his nose. Ravi frowned:

»Really, Ozzy? Are you trying to catch her scent, like a fucking tracker dog?«

Mike grinned wolfishly.

»Once, I did almost that to find Belle! Unfortunately, that dog is in France!«

He put the panties in his pocket and they continued their search. The last room was a small kitchen. Except for some provision, it contained two plastic sacks filled with clothes that had been cut to pieces. Ravi looked at the sleeve of what had once been Veronique`s fur coat.

»Well, call me an overprotective elder brother, but I don`t like the idea of my little sister being somewhere else than her clothes!«

Mike put his hand on Ravi`s shoulder.

»There`s one positive aspect in all this: if they had killed them, there would not be just their clothes. And if they haven`t equipped them with a set of fancy new dresses, they can`t have brought them to a place too far away!«

They went back to the ground floor where Ravi suddenly looked out of the window.

»Oi, look!«

On the flat roof of a large warehouse not far away, they could see a dim light. It came from the open door of a small iron cubicle that allowed to step on the roof. As their eyes got adjusted to the dark, they could see two figures clad in black, carrying a large box.

»What the-«

The two placed the box beside two similar ones; then, they went back inside.

»Is it them?«

»At least, these two were women!«, Mike replied, »And this is more than a coincidence!«

They left the barrack and crouched behind the railing of an iron gangway leading down to the building. For a minute or so, they just waited, watching the roof, for they both knew that these boxes looked big enough to contain a human body, but there should be six, not three.

»I don`t like this! I don`t like this at all!«, Ravi murmured. Mike looked at the sky and scoffed:

»Speaking of things I don`t like – I think there comes the answer why they brought the boxes to the roof!«

He pointed into the dark. There, Ravi could see a small moving light, and the cold air carried the sound of an approaching helicopter.

***

The Russians seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, for they now went on to get the boxes away. First, Nastja and Olesya carried Lioba to some stairs leading to the upper floor, whilst Milena had an eye on the three remaining damsels. She picked three more vet wrap rolls and started to reinforce their gags, but had only done so to Cordelia and Isabelle when her comrades returned. Now, Olesya stayed with them and wrapped the bandage over the lower part of Veronique`s face whilst the others carried off Lalita.

When Milena and Olesya were busy with Samantha, Nastja looked at the three naked, bound and gagged girls sitting in front of her. Then, she produced a small knife.

»The helicopter is coming soon! So, you better get used to keeping your legs spread wide!«

Chuckling, she cut the toe tie of Samantha, then of Cordelia. When she grabbed Veronique`s feet, the ticklish woman twitched involuntarily.

»Hold still, bitch!«

Isabelle`s brain worked at lightspeed within these few seconds.

»Okay, maybe, we are doomed, but we don`t have to make things easy for them!«

She had left the point where a gun could frighten her, since her fate was horrifying anyway. Silently, she came to her feet. Nastja, who had used the opportunity to tickle the helpless Veronique a little more, had just cut the zip tie around her toes. She noticed the movement at the corner of her eye, but before she could react, Isabelle kicked her.

She didn`t have much impact, but her shin hit the Russian`s chin, sending her on her butt. She didn`t loose her consciousness, but her gun had slithered away a bit, and she touched her chin with disbelief.

»Mhhrrrm! Uuhmmmph!«

The others didn`t need an interpreter to understand what Isabelle wanted to say. Veronique and Cordelia came to their feet, too, the latter kicking the gun away, buying them a few more precious seconds.

»You will fucking pay for that!«

Nastja darted to her gun. The others run into the darkness of the warehouse, not knowing if they were finding safety or ran directly into a trap.

***

Ravi and Mike had sprinted down the gangway, no longer caring about being silent. A few times, they staggered, but they managed to stay on their feet. After a few yards, they stood in front of an iron side door; since it had been protected by a small roof, there were now the signs of naked feet visible on the ground, indicating that the naked girls had taken that way.

»All right, Ozzy, cover me!«, Ravi hissed, placing the crowbar at the doorframe. However, as he looked over his shoulder, he recognized that he was alone.

***

When still on the gangway, Mike had noticed the fire ladder on the side of the warehouse. So, he had headed for that and now, he climbed up as fast as the slippery steps allowed. On the roof, he could see one of the Russians stand beside the boxes, waving her arms. Mike aimed at her.

»Oi! Hands up is already a good start!«

The Russian, a black haired girl, stopped in her movement. Then, another female voice could be heard from the side:

»So, why are yours still not in the air?«

Mike now saw a brunette, sporting the same bob haircut as her comrade, aiming at him. He didn`t lower his gun and kept it pointing at the black haired one.

»Is this a Mexican standoff, or would your friend need a gun for that, too?«

The brunette grinned coldly.

»I`d rather call it a two front war! It killed Hitler, and now, it`s gonna kill you!«

Behind his back, Mike could now hear the chopper. It was now so close that the snow on the roof was whirled up and the sound would have drowned any witty remark of him. The Russians might not have sent an Apache or whatever equivalent they had, but even a tail gunner with a machine gun could become a severe problem.

»Belle always predicted I would rot in hell! Now, I`ll find out if she`s right!«, Mike thought as he heard the dampened sound of a volley of shots from behind.

***

Some minute earlier, Billy, Bishop and David had heard the helicopter, too.

»Maybe, it`s just one of the Norwegians, no relation to us!«, Billy assumed, but Bishop, who had switched on the night-sight on the rifle`s vizor and peeked through it, shook his head.

»This chopper has got no position lights on, just a small spot to find its way! Nah, I am afraid that these are the Russians!«

The helicopter rapidly became bigger. It was indeed barely visible in the snow, but even a military layman like David could see that it lacked the usual combination of numbers and letters, or any sovereign emblem.

»More Russians! That ain`t fucking good!«, Billy grunted.

»No shit, Sherlock!«

David had looked to the building the helicopter was heading to, and then, he saw a figure run on the roof. It had been just a second, and the sight was bad, but he had been able to spot the man because he had been wearing a bright red pullover – like the one they had given Mike!

»Mike! He`s on the roof!«

Then, he looked at the helicopter and he could see that a shadow was leaning in the open side door; a shadow that held something that definitely wasn`t a toy gun.

»Fuck!«

David jumped up, grabbed the rifle from Bishop, and pulled the trigger. The weapon had been unlocked, but being no trained shootist, He made a common mistake of newbies using an assault rifle and emptied the whole magazine in one burst of fire. The unexpected recoil made him pan the rifle. An angry Bishop ripped it from his hands.

»You moron, what-«

The words died on his lips as he saw the chopper do what looked as if it had staggered over a bump. On its front window, a few white spots could be seen, and the guy who had tried to shoot was now hanging on one of the skids.

»Gotcha!«, Billy shouted. Bishop dropped the rifle, drew his gun and ran into the snow, firing at the helicopter. On the distance, he had hardly a chance of hitting anyone, but he wanted to show the Russians that they had to face more resistance on the ground.

»Well, if it`s free shooting now!«

Billy took the rifle from the ground. As an ex-soldier, he had no problems in changing the magazine and then, he ran zigzag, away from the excavator and in another direction as Bishop, firing single shots. Since he was hardly aiming, only a few shots even hit the chopper, but obviously, the bullets were noticed inside, for suddenly, it did a rapid turn and flew where it had come from. There was no big explosion, and it also didn`t go down, but the helicopter was definitely trying to get back to Russia asap.

»And I was so close from being able to tell I shot down a chopper!«, David said and laughed hysterically as he now limped towards the building.

***

Mike knew how it felt to be hit by a bullet, and so, he was wondering why nothing hit his back. However, he was just able to let himself fall as now, the brunette fired at him. Mike rolled over his shoulder. Another shot was fired, but now, he had the advantage that the snow the chopper was whirling was hitting his back, but blinding his opponent. So, he could get to his feet, jump at her and hit her right hand with his fist. He felt how the skin on the back of his hand ripped, but he also heard a curse in Russian and the gun flew from the woman`s hand. She tried to run away from him, but Mike, using his impetus, slide-tackled her, so they both landed on the ground and found themselves in a brawl.

Once again, his aching ribs got hit, and her knee barely missed his balls, but in the end, Mike was kneeling on her arms. The girl said something in Russian that would have made a sailor blush.

Mike looked for the black haired, but she had disappeared. Instead, he now heard the sound of someone climb up the emergency ladder.

»Flirting with the ladies, eh?«

Bishop approached him, and Mike grinned.

»Half your age and from a foreign secret service – exactly your scheme of prey!«

His former superior scoffed and then produced a piece of rope. Once the brunette had her hands tied behind her back, Mike reached into his pocket and put the pair of panties they had found at the barrack into Bishop`s hand.

»If you are tired of her foul language! Now, if you excuse me – I have to flirt with the other one!«

***

A few yards below, Nastja could only hear some indistinct noises from the roof. Since she knew that this had to be the helicopter, she almost enjoyed hunting the three escapees. Even more as she then spotted one of them desperately trying to open the side door with her foot.

»It`s locked, bitch!«

Cordelia shied back to the wall and stared at Nastja who approached with her gun aiming at the bound and gagged woman. She licked her lips and showed a sardonic smile.

»Now, tell me, where are your friends?«

»Mph!«

»Okay, if you want to play the game that way-«

Nastja cocked her gun. At that moment, something dropped to the floor, right beside her. Slowly, Nastja looked up, keeping the gun aimed at Cordelia. There, on a shelf for heavy goods made of iron grid, Veronique was cowering. She trembled with fear, and as Nastja could now see, the fact she had lost control over her bladder had betrayed her hideout.

»Two down, one to go!«

At that moment, the side door flew open. Ravi stumbled inside, the crowbar in his hand. Nastja spun around and wanted to fire, but she had stepped into the puddle of urine and so, she did something that would have gotten her a few points in an ice dancing competition before she unceremoniously landed on her butt.

»Ouch!«

She still had her gun and aimed at Ravi who threw the crowbar at the same time. Nastja dodged, and so, the bullet missed, but now, he was defenceless and the Russian came to her feet.

»Sttoooaaahhh!«

David had reached the open door and could see the woman aim at Ravi. He darted forward, but when his injured leg hit the ground, he lost balance. His impetus threw him against the Russian and now, Ravi remembered what had once earned him the second place in the 2006 Under 16 Ju Jutsu Tournament. He kicked the gun from the distracted Nastja`s hand and grabbed her wrist, forcing her on her belly by twisting her arm, allowing her to choose between holding still or dislodging her shoulder.

David tried to get to his feet, but now, his leg refused to carry him, and so, he was still cowering on the floor doggy-style, when a pair of naked feet came into his view. He raised his head and his eyes wandered along a pair of long, shapely legs, a thatch of brown pubic hair and then, a pair of thrust out breasts, until a pair of the loveliest eyes he knew looked at him over a wrapped mouth.

»Cordelia! Tell me I am not dead or dreaming!«

»Mmhhmph!«

»I consider this a ›Yes‹!«, he gasped and slung his arm around Cordelia`s calves, trying to collect the strength to free her so he could get his well-deserved kiss.

***

Mike had entered the staircase, only to see the Russian disappear around a corner. He followed her, aware that there was a third one somewhere. His side and his left hand hurt, but there still was the question he needed an answer for: where was Belle?

Carefully, he peeked around the corner. The Russian stood on top of the stairs leading down to the ground floor. She was aiming at his direction, but he could easily withdraw his head when she fired.

Before he could think of how he could get her, there was a row of strange sounds: a scream, and then, the sound of something heavy fall down some metal stairs, accompanied by Some aches and curses. Mike darted around the corner and now, the Russian was lying on the foot of the stairs, massaging her leg whilst a fat man had a rifle pointed at her: Billy Burgess.

»Oi, look what the cat brought in – or rather down the stairs!«

»It wasn`t actually a cat, it was-«

»Mhhmmm!«

His eyes wandered to the top of the stairs. There, Isabelle was standing, stark naked, gagged and her arms tied behind her back. But she approached him, her hips swaying as if this was a romantic rendezvous. Mike put the gun into his belt.

»So, you kicked some Russian ass instead of waiting to be rescued by your White Knight?«

»Mhhmm!«

Isabelle nodded and proudly raised her chin, but when he slung his arms around her, she cuddled against his chest like a good damsel. Then, she suddenly staggered, overpowered by the strain of the last minutes. Mike cradled her in his arms, aching and grimacing as he did so.

»Mhhm?«

»No offense, Belle! It`s just a few broken ribs, you sure haven`t gained more than two or three pounds since we last met!«

»Hhrrm! Hn! Mmhhmph!«

»Rot in hell?«

Again, Isabelle nodded, and for a second, she managed to look angry before she leaned her head against his chest with a sigh of relief. Mike oppressed his pain and carried her downstairs, suddenly hearing some muffled grunts behind him, together with heavy steps.

»Seems mine isn`t yet as peaceful as yours!«

It was Bishop, carrying a squirming and fuming Milena over his shoulder. She was hogtied, and Bishop`s scarf cleaved her lips, holding the used panties Mike had handed him inside her mouth. Mike grinned.

»It will sure get better if she has lost her clothes, too!

***

A few minutes later, all three Russian agents were lying side by side. Since they still had some other things on their agenda, they hadn`t been stripped yet, but each was hogtied and lying on her belly, chewing on a pair of moist, used panties secured by a tight cleave gag. There had been a surplus of panties, since Cordelia, Veronique and Isabelle had been freed now. After they had hugged, both Isabelle and Cordelia had faced the choice between either one of her own panties, but wet with the other`s saliva, or one that belonged to the other, but they had drooled over themselves. Both had finally opted for their own, too relieved and full of joy to bother much.

Cordelia now was more or less draped over David who was leaning against the wall, his injured leg stretched out. They had draped his coat over themselves, hiding Cordelia`s bareness, but allowing him a glimpse at her beauty.

»I hope your hen night will be a bit less – exciting, Dr. White!«

»Is this the most unromantic proposal I could think of, Dr. Brough?«

»Well – yes?«, David replied with a sheepish grin.

»Isn`t ›Yes‹ what I am supposed to say?«, Cordelia asked, cocking her head.

They kissed, whilst the others now watched the stairs where Ravi and Bishop were now carrying the first of the three boxes down. Mike had told them his ribs didn`t allow him heavy lifting.

»Except you, of course«, he had whispered into Isabelle`s ear, which had earned him a poke to his ribs. The redhead now wore Mike`s sweater that reached almost to her knees, and stood beside him, whilst Billy, who had used his age and an unspecified old war injury as an excuse he couldn`t help carrying the boxes. He sat on an old crate, with Veronique on his lap. Billy had his coat loosely draped over her, but since she had only had Lioba`s thongs to choose from, she was still naked underneath. The coat didn`t close properly and Billy once and awhile glimpsed on her ample breasts.

»I am a happily married man – but as long as I keep my pants on, I think it`s still okay!«

Veronique blushed, but giggled at the same time. Then, she stole Billy`s cigar, coughed when she tried it, and pretended to be angry when he chuckled.

»Oi, less chitchatting and more unboxing, please!«

They placed the box in front of Mike who brought the crowbar into use. The lid flew open, and they could see it was Lioba. Working together, Mike and Isabelle freed her, with the latter unwinding the bandage from her mouth.

»I don`t want you to take the chance to kiss my fiancé!«

However, she hugged Lioba and kissed her cheek to soften the blow. The girl panted when the big pair of panties came from her mouth.

»Maybe, you want to swap?«

It was Veronique, holding one of Lioba`s thongs in her hand. It took Lioba two attempts and the help of Mike and Isabelle to get up, but then, she hugged Veronique who repeated the gesture. Isabelle took Mike`s hand and whispered:

»The biggest miracle so far!«

»And all it took was just a few Russian agents!«

Next to be freed was Samantha. She seemed physically okay, but unruly, and once the gag had come out, she asked for Lalita.

»She should be in here!«, Bishop commented as they dropped the last box on the floor. Once the lid was open, Ravi seemed a bit abashed by his sister being stark naked – and an equally naked Samantha kissing caressing her whilst Mike and Isabelle were working on her bonds. He looked around and, a bit half-heartedly, said:

»Oi, don`t stare at her! She`s my sister, after all!«

The only answer was some chuckling, and Mike put his arm around his friend`s shoulders whilst Samantha was peeling the tape from Lalita´s mouth and Isabelle cut her bonds.

»You stared at my fiancé, we are even!«

Ravi now turned serious and wanted to ask Lalita if she was okay. Lalita, who had just been freed of the ball of panties, croaked something, but before she could utter a word, her lips were once again covered – by Samantha`s. As the kiss got more and more intense, Mike chuckled.

»Will you beat up Samantha now, for kissing your sister?«

»She`s a girl – in that case, her brother in law will do!«

He shook his head, too relieved to really bother about this new aspect of Lalita. Bishop stood there and was about to say something solemn when suddenly a ringing tone could be heard. He frowned, but then, he grinned and pulled the phone from his pocket.

»I only gave this number to one person: Linnea!«

»Linnea!«

Ravi grabbed the phone and answered the call. After a few words, the smile on his face froze.

***