Minor Changes 4

Before closing the library, Marcus did a control walk along the shelves, allowing Zara to check on what Dr. Monica Bloch had been looking for. According to what she had observed, the blonde researcher had only looked through two books that didn`t seem to fit together: a book about the Jewish War and the first volume of a work depicting the Third Punic War. The only thing these two wars had in common was that Rome had won them against a brave, but inferior enemy, but they had taken place on different continents and in different centuries. In addition, Dr. Bloch`s subject was literature, not history.

Zara knew she had to give the books a closer look, but she had to do so without Marcus around. She looked at the young man`s back as he was just putting a book back in its shelf. Zara was sure that he had also a slight crush on Silvana, but she had also noticed how he had looked at her whenever she played her game: the foreign student who randomly said something flirtatious because of slight language misunderstandings. This, together with her way of casually playing out her attractiveness ensured that he was hooked, at least enough to deliberately spend more time with her.

»I could make him my accomplice, but actually, I just need the key!«

Marcus had finished the round and now, he closed the library. For a moment, Zara thought of going all in: the poor guy would recognize too late that she was after his key when she started exploring the pockets of his jeans now. However, he would become suspicious once the blood had returned above his waist.

So, she proposed to have a snack and then stroll through the city. Zara would feign interest in what he had to say, and during the walk through the streets, she would do some shopping and ask for his advice on a top or skirt, maybe, even a bikini or a bra. She smiled.

»Poor Marcus! Maybe, Silvana can give him some solace once I am gone!«

***

At the townhouse, an annoyed Benita reported to Maya how she had found some traces of the lost library, but had been disturbed by the librarian`s girlfriend. Then, as maya said something, she suddenly stared at her as if the black-haired woman had said something wrong.

»Your accent! This little pest had the same! I can`t say for sure, but by 99%, she`s from Israel, too!«

Maya frowned. Benita`s description of the girl also would have fit someone from the Middle East. It could have been a coincidence, but she doubted it. Benita scoffed.

»All the effort, and now, we are even getting concurrence!«

Maya rose and put her hand on Benita`s shoulder.

»My country stood against all odds since its foundation!«

This caused a rather humourlessly smile from Benita.

»Let`s not forget you had quite some support from the USA!«

»Admittedly!«, Maya agreed and massaged Benita`s shoulders that felt tense. Then, she told the blonde how she had taken care of the other problem: Monica`s old friend and the nosy girl that had even spied on Benita`s car. During her story, she continued her massage and she didn`t spare the raunchy details of Marlene`s and Silvana`s bondage.

»Stark naked?«, she asked with a hoarse voice, and Maya nodded.

»Tied with their legs spread, their bodies covered with sweat!«

She noticed that Benita`s nipples had hardened as the blonde took a deep breath. Then, she said:

»We should look after our guest!«

»Definitely! She could need a wash, and also some exercise!«

Benita got up and said:

»I just get upstairs and pick a few things!«

Maya smiled and looked at the mirror hiding the cellar`s door. Since they would have to wait for the next morning, they could also do something to pass the time, and though she wasn`t into girls, she was into power and rendering Marlene and Silvana into helpless bundles had stoked her appetite for more. They would perhaps further need Monica`s qualities as a researcher, but right now, she was an excellent valve for their overboiling emotions.

***

Once the masked woman had left, both Marlene and Silvana had fought their bonds, only to quickly find out that they were quite helpless. Though their hands were tied to their fronts, they could hardly move their arms at all. With their elbows hooked, their arms were pressed against their sides and bellies, and their backs and shoulders were like glued together. Silvana felt like she had been tied to an oven.

Their hands and lower arms were pulled downwards by their combined crotch rope, and the little rocking back and forth of their upper bodies they could do only caused the knots in the scarf to rub over their soft flesh and pubic mounds. Their legs were stretched towards the bed posts, only allowing some twitching and wriggling their toes.

So, after a few fruitless minutes of squirming and pulling on their bonds, both girls sat there, panting from the effort and pitifully looking down on their heaving breasts with the clothespins attached to their nipples. Silvana felt the pantyhose tied around her neck and she forced herself not to hyperventilate.

Though she knew it wasn`t her friend`s fault, a considerable part of her distress had to do with Marlene. She was gagged with Marlene`s panties she admittedly had worn the day before and then during the Zumba lesson, meaning the taste of Marlene`s sweat and womanhood was very strong. The dense cotton ball was soaking all saliva from her mouth, and Silvana knew that sooner or later, she would no longer be able not to gulp.

»Poor Marlene is gagged with mine, but at least, I put them from my drawer this morning!«

A slight tickling on her nostrils reminded her of another perfidy that had to do with Marlene: her sock, pressed against her lips and placed directly under her nose, so Silvana had to smell the scent of the other`s sweaty feet on every breath she took. Again, Marlene was forced to smell her sock, too, but it was her own.

Silvana shook her head, but the layers of tape prevented her from doing anything about the vile gag. Despondently, she looked down and listened to the faint buzzing between her legs.

Silvana was still a virgin, but she possessed a vibrator, too; she had even taken it with her when she had moved to the dormitory, where she had hidden it deep inside her drawer. However, the fact that she was no stranger to such toys didn`t make things better.

Of course, she knew where this vibrator had been, and the fact that Marlene sure had cleaned it didn`t make that thought easier to cope with: the buzzing toy had been inside her friend, and now, it was pressed against her pubic mound!

She shifted her hips, but the vibrator shoved into her crotch scarf and also secured with tape remained in place. Then, it suddenly accelerated, reminding Silvana of what the masked woman had said about random intervals.

»Uuhhhmm! Mmhhmmph!«

The vibrator not only buzzed, but its top now started to gyrate, and a small knob that usually was meant for clit stimulation now pulsated against her labia. Silvana cringed as the machine accelerated even more, and she let out a squeal.

Marlene shivered from embarrassment. She of course heard the humming, too, and all she could think was that now, Silvana would learn the most intimate details about how she helped herself in her lonely hours. It was one thing that Silvana knew Marlene possessed a vibrator, but now, she was experiencing she had an »Untiring Lover 69«, with some blissful features that now were just adding to Marlene`s embarrassment.

Silvana now twitched, causing Marlene to get pushed forward a little. It was enough that the ends of the scarf brushed over her soles, causing her to rear up and to wriggle her feet, though this was counterproductive to avoid getting teased. She twitched and wriggled, sending helpless explosions through her nose and whimpering through her massive gag, as her own reaction to the tickling and Silvana`s coping with the vibrator built an unholy alliance.

***

Monica blinked as the neon light was switched on. As soon as her eyes had gotten adjusted to the brightness, she stared at her captors. Madame X was dressed as usual, in black casual clothes and wearing her mask, but now, there was an addition: the woman was wearing a white apron.

The blonde, however, had squeezed herself in a black latex catsuit, so tight that, as a friend of Monica once had put it, one could read every wish from her lips. Matching the suit, she wore a mask that covered her eyes and had cat`s ears on it.

»Purr, purr, Moni!«, she said, and with smooth movements, she placed herself beside the bed, looking down on her victim.

»I just wanted to tell you that I indeed found two books from Arnstein`s library! It`s a small step, but it leads towards the right direction! And since it was your idea, you will be granted a few – benefits. But first of all, are you thirsty?«

Monica hesitated, still puzzled by her captor`s strange masquerade. Then, she nodded, and the blonde removed her harness gag and plucked the sodden cloth from Monica`s parched mouth. Then, she opened a large bottle of water. At first, Monica drank greedily, but then, as she wanted to stop, Benita didn`t allow it. She wasn`t brutal, but she insisted that Monica emptied the entire two litres. As she looked up, she saw that »Madame X« had installed a camera on a tripod. Licking her lips, she asked:

»Will you now do a ransom video?«

Benita chuckled.

»How much would we get for you, 20.000? Don`t get me wrong, but I know what a literature lecturer earns! That`s why I had my own career path – slightly changed!«

Monica looked at her captor. She knew that the blonde had some scientific background, but still, she had no idea why she was so keen on her current subject. Sure, the novel by Moses Arnstein would give it a hype if she really found the library his story was based upon, but it were just old books; valuable for an antiquarian, but not worth more than some 25.000 Euro. And with her criminal activities, the blonde wouldn`t even be able to get that.

»So, what do you have in mind for me?«

Instead of an answer, Benita rummaged through a bag she had brought with her. Then, she approached Monica, brushed her hair aside and slung something around her neck.

»Hey, what-«

»Shush, it won`t hurt, Moni!«

The thing turned out to be a stiff leather collar, some five inches wide. It had a soft padding on the inside, and Benita buckled it so it was snug, but not painful. However, Monica didn`t like it, and the feeling grew stronger as the blonde now fixed a chain with a handle to a ring attached to the collar. It had a strong resemblance to a dog`s leash.

»You will be allowed to leave this room today, but I don`t want you to run around everywhere!«

Monica stared at her. Out of the room would mean that she would perhaps get an opportunity to escape, or at least to alert someone! She forced herself to remain calm.

»You could also need a little movement! So, we should get you dressed for that!«

Being in her underwear for three entire days, that sounded promising, but Monica knew that there was maybe another cruelty hidden in the blonde`s words. However, the next item she produced from her bag was just a pair of white cotton socks.

Madame X took one of them and now, they deliberately tickled Monica`s soles and toes as they tried to get the socks over her feet.

»Stop it! Please! P-please, no!«, she gasped, and Benita looked questioningly.

»What`s the problem, Moni? The room is soundproof, you are not gagged, so, you can laugh all the way you want!«

They continued tickling her some more, and Monica squirmed on the bed, gasping and laughing uncontrollably. Fighting for air, she breathed:

»Please, I – I-«

Synchronously, her tormentors stopped, but each kept one of her feet in a vice grip, the fingers of the other hand resting loosely on the gaps between her toes. Benita cocked her head.

»What`s your problem, Moni?«

Monica`s chest was heaving, and her cheeks blushed. Then, she whispered:

»If you don`t stop, I – I will pee into the bed!«

»Oops, that would be quite uncomfortable, for we don`t have extra sheets!«

Monica sighed with relief as they now just put the socks on her feet and then let her go. The masked woman loosened her handcuffs from the upper bed posts, but only freed Monica`s left wrist. She had to sit up, and the woman tied her wrists behind her back. Then, she used the second cuff on her elbows, forcing Monica to thrust out her breasts.

Meanwhile, Benita had freed her ankles and, taking the leash, she allowed Monica to get up and led her towards the small toilet. There, she was positioned in front of the seat. After a few seconds, Benita made an inviting gesture.

»You may go!«

Monica blushed from embarrassment. However, she had needed to go before her captors had returned, and the two litres of water had made things much worse, of course. So, she gulped and then croaked:

»I – I need help!«

Since none of her captors moved, she added:

»Please!«

Now, Madame X crouched in front of her and lowered her pantyhose to her knees. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Monica`s panties and pulled these down, too. Monica blushed as she saw Benita stare on her exposed middle, but the blonde just crowed:

»Just sit down and follow nature, Moni! Ignore Madame X and me – and the camera!«

Only now, Monica realized that the camera`s lens was pointing directly at her. She opened her mouth to protest when Benita said matter-of-factly:

»Just go, or we will tickle you until you pee – on camera, of course!«

Monica stared at her with eyes like saucers. Then, as the horrifying alternative seeped in, she sat down. Then, after a few seconds, a splashing indicated that she had chosen the slightly lesser evil.

Madame X dabbed her middle before adjusting her panties and pantyhose. Then, she had to step forward and to her surprise, sneakers were put on her feet. Then, Madame X cuffed her ankles. Monica realized that the chain was a bit longer than that of her handcuffs, allowing her to take normal steps, but not to run or kick.

»Now, before we go, just a few things!«

A sleeping mask was pulled over Monica`s eyes. Then, she felt a touch at her shoulder as her bra was unclasped.

»Now, hold still, I am operating with a knife!«

The shoulder straps were cut, and a second later, her bra was yanked off. Monica gasped as her breasts bounced free.

»No need to be ashamed, you are in good shape for a woman of our age! What`s your bra size?«

Monica didn`t answer; a moment later, she felt a terrible pain at her buttocks, causing her to squeal.

»I asked you a question!«

A second slap followed, and Monica screamed:

»Ouch! I – I am a – a 34C!«

»There, that wasn`t too heavy, was it? Now, do you want to give us more details about your body, Moni?«, Benita asked, patting Monica`s tingling buttocks.

»No!«, she snapped, preparing for another slap. However, the blonde just seemed to shrug.

»Well, then, we can also gag you again! However, we don`t want you to get bored, so, we will do some – minor changes!«

Monica heard a rustling, and then, something soft was pushed against her lips. Expecting the cloth, she opened her mouth, but then, she tasted something strange. Slightly bitter and salty.

»Uuhmmph! Nngggg!«

Monica tried to buck, but Benita grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. At the same time, Maya slapped her buttocks again, allowing Benita to shove the panties she had taken off when changing her clothes deeper into her victim`s oral cavity. Then, the harness gag was forced back on Monica who was trying to cope with having another woman`s used underwear in her mouth.

»Part of the taste is your own merit, Moni! You are really a good human vibrator! Oh, and speaking of that-«

Whilst Monica was still fighting her gag reflex, the leash was grabbed and then, a hand was pushed inside her panties, placing the egg vibrator deep between her legs. Then, she was forced to stagger up the stairs, led by the leash whilst Maya occasionally slapped her buttocks if she dared to slow down.

Monica was led along a corridor and then, she had to take another step. She mewed and swayed as the surface she was standing upon now was moving slightly. It was as if she was standing on a suspension bridge.

»Just a treadmill, nothing to be afraid of! That is, if you manage to keep on your feet!«

The chain of her leash was raised and obviously fixed to something above her head. It wasn`t too tight, but Monica knew that if she staggered now, she would strangle herself. She gulped – regretting it the next moment, as her captor`s panties were filtering her saliva.

»Don`t worry, we won`t put it too fast!«

Monica shrieked into her gag as the band she was standing on began to move. However, she managed to walk, and indeed, it was on a slow pace, and even with her cuffed ankles, she could keep on walking.

»Now, since this would be a bit boring without some entertainment-«

The vibrator came to  life, and Monica almost staggered. It was very irritating to walk with the buzzing egg between her legs. Monica mewed as something bit into her exposed nipple.

»Just the pules control! Usually, it goes to the earlobe, but I think it will work this way, too! Now, just keep on walking – but take care of your posture! Keep your body upright, show some swaying of your hips, and don`t stagger! Madame X will take care you never forget!«

A hard slap on her buttocks told Monica how that was supposed to be meant.

***

Unable to do much more, Silvana had watched as the vibrator buzzed and gyrated in her lap. She could not help imagining how it would feel if it was used – the way it was supposed to be used. How it would feel if the thing was – inside her, rotating on its top. And then, naturally or perverse, her thoughts wandered to when Karl had had her way with her. The man had thrust his fingers into her, and then, whilst withdrawing, he had squirmed them, sending the most blissful shivers through Silvana`s loins.

»Sure, this thing could also touch me there!«

She shuddered, but the feeling wasn`t unpleasant. The clothespins bit harder into her nipples, and with a blush, Silvana realized it was because her nipples had hardened. She shifted her position the little her position allowed, and Marlene did the same. Silvana felt a tug between her legs, followed by a tingle that made her sigh.

As she carefully wriggled her hips, she felt that the knotty crotch scarf had slid between her labia, inside her. Now, one of the knots was touching her most sensitive spot, and bound as they were, with the scarf under constant tension, there was no way to remove the crotch rope.

She experimented with the new sensation, feeling that now, the slightest move had consequences. Silvana panted, trying to force herself to remain as calm as possible. As if it was sentient, and against her sense of modesty, the vibrator once again accelerated. The taut scarf connected to it now also slightly vibrated, and finally, the blissful itch was too much to bare and Silvana rocked her hips. She heard Marlene mew and felt her rear up: obviously, the crotch rope had found its way between her labia, too, for now, both could move their hips a little more. Of course, the fact that now both were glistering with sweat also helped the matter.

Marlene indeed was moving her hips deliberately, too. On her side, the crotch rope had two knots close to each other, and when she moved up her hands the little she could and then allowed Silvana to do the same, the knots alternately pushed against her clit from two sides. The feeling, and the sawing of the silk between, had been a bit painful at first, but now, she knew that behind this pain, a tsunami of lust was waiting. Her ample breasts heaving, so the clothespins bobbed on her nipples which caused painful, but also exciting tingles, she accelerated her moves. The silky cloth tied to her big toes brushed over her soles, and she cringed and mewed, but now, it seemed that the tickling and the electric shocks it sent up her legs seemed to meet at her middle, too.

She closed her eyes as she heard that the buzzing of the vibrator turned to a fast change of slow and fast speed. The »Untiring Lover 69« had switched to a fast interval she knew would now accelerate and this would take some time. Marlene adjusted to the rhythm, thrusting forward whenever the vibrator grew faster and sent harder vibrations through their  combined crotch ropes. She tensed her arm muscles, pulling on Silvana`s arms and bracing against her back. Their shoulders, backs and butts grinded against each other with a smacking sound, and Marlene could no longer think of Silvana as anything but to help her getting over the brink. Her heavy panting more and more grew into throaty groans as she concentrated on the desires of her womb.

Silvana was also far beyond the point she would have considered the presence of another woman as a reason to feel embarrassed, let alone stop. The warmth between her legs was now a red hot fire, and it had to be quenched! The rhythm forced upon her by Marlene felt good, and so, she joined in, wriggling and twitching to the tact directed by the »Untiring Lover 69« and its original possessor. Her high-pitched sighs mixed with Marlene`s groans, and then, it happened.

»Uuhmph! Guuhmph! Grrrhhmm! Uuuhmmmm! Oooouuuhhmmmmm! Hhrrrmmmmmm!«

»Mph! Hrrrmm! Gghhheeeemmmm! Mmmhhuuueeeeemmmm! Hhhrrrrreeeehhmmm!«

At the same second, two eruptions of two hot, wet volcanos happened at the same time, and for more than a minute, two spasming and twitching girls pulled on their bonds, riding the tsunami of ecstasy until both collapsed and fainted from sheer, blissful exhaustion.

***

Zara was more than a bit tipsy and she needed to pee badly, but she forced herself to work fast and soundless. If her plan worked, this had not been for nothing.

During the afternoon, she had had a nice time with Marcus who had indeed tried to give helpful advice on her new bikini and whom she had showed as much affection as she just needed to keep him interested. Zara had allowed him to take her hand and once or twice, she had kissed his cheek, but nothing more than that.

At the dormitory, at the kitchen of Marcus` floor, there had been three more people, and they had decided to cook together. Zara had even knocked at Silvana`s door to invite her over, but she obviously had not been at home. For Zara, it was an opportunity to further fraternize with Marcus without playing with his feelings too much, for of course, the presence of the three others prevented a serious flirt.

After the meal, one of the men had initiated a drinking game, and now, Zara had played her own game, too. It had been quite easy to just pretend that she was emptying her glass, whilst the men were impressed how a petite little girl from the Middle East could drink so much.

In the end, Zara was slightly drunk, but Marcus had, with a little manipulation by her, lost twice as much and now, he needed her help to get to his room. The only other girl had withdrawn with her boyfriend, and the last remaining player was sleeping with his head on the table.

»Sss-Sorry!«

Marcus nearly fell over his own doorstep, and for a second, Zara feared that he would vomit, but he just belched and then, he fell down on his bed. Soon, he was sleeping, too, and Zara could turn for his key ring.

It were two keys, one for the Residenz`s side wing, the other for the library itself. She loosened them from the ring and then rushed to her own floor, where she had to stop at the bathroom before anything else.

With her head throbbing slightly, and relieving herself, Zara looked at the two keys in her hand. Now, the next 30 minutes were of great importance: afterwards, she could get some sleep and try to sober up.

She flushed and then went to her room where she had an old-fashioned CRT TV. It was actually just the casing, for underneath, a small 3D-printer was hidden. Zara started the scanner, and some minutes later, she had two plastic copies of the keys. If the door wasn`t blocking, they would do, for it were quite old-fashioned keys, fitting the old building.

She sneaked back to Marcus`s room and had just put the keys back onto the ring when he suddenly moved and looked up to her.

»Still here?«, he mumbled, and Zara forced a smile on her lips.

»I just wanted to see if you are okay! Now, you better sleep!«

He reached out for her.

»K-kiss«

Zara sighed inwardly. She could see he was drunk, but she had no idea how much he would remember the next morning. So, she bent down to him and kissed his lips. Surprisingly fast, he grabbed her and pulled her down to his bed.

»Za- Zara, I-«

It would have been easy for her to hit some vital spot and get out of his arms, but instead, she gently took his arm and with a calm voice, she said:

»We will see – but later, when you are in a better condition!«

Again, she kissed him, and as she removed his arm, he didn`t try to hold her back. He just held her hand and looked at her with an expression that told Zara that he was really hoping that there would be a better »later«.

»Sleep well, Marcus!«, she whispered and sneaked out of his room. At the corridor, she felt as if an iron fist had grabbed her stomach. Perhaps, Marcus was a little naïve for an educated man of 26, and she hadn`t promised him marriage, but she was using him like a tool, exploiting his feelings.

So, she decided a change of plans: tomorrow morning, she would put her finger into her throat, provoking her to throw up. It would make it more convincing if she pretended that she had a bad hangover and could not spend the day with him. Once Marcus had left to let Dr. Bloch into the library, she would follow hi and wait until the two had left. Then, she could get inside and see if she would find what she was looking for.

***

Monica had no idea if hell had a catwalk, but if so, it would be exactly like her current ordeal. She could literally see the glooming red flames in front of her blindfolded eyes, and the two devils might be female and lacking horns, but they sure would have impressed Satan himself by her sheer meanness.

A few days ago, she had been a respected scholar, and now, she was nearly naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded, and staggering along on a treadmill, whilst she was rewarded by a slap on her now red and sore buttocks whenever she was »lacking grace«.

Her body was covered with sweat, her leg muscles were aflame, and her mouth felt like it consisted of sandpaper on the inside. She had sucked all saliva from her gag, despite its bitter taste, and despite knowing it had been filtered by another woman`s used panties. More than once, she had been tempted to just let herself fall and hang herself to death.

The egg vibrator was still buzzing inside her panties. It had caused a slight irritation, not more than when she was cycling down an uneven road or sitting above the wheel in a bus. But now, with her exhaustion growing, it had turned to a bigger irritation, and it added to her wanting to die right now.

Finally, the band stopped and her leash was released from the ceiling. Then, the completely exhausted Monica was more carried than led up another set of stairs and then, she was placed in something so cold she gasped through her gag as she touched it with her naked, overheated backside.

It was just a bathtub, and now, her captors removed her shoes and socks. Her ankle cuffs were opened and then, she felt them take off her pantyhose and panties, too. Monica was too weak to even think of protesting, she just felt relieved that the dreadful vibrator came off.

Her feet were cuffed again, and she realized that the chain had been slung around a handle at the bathtub. Then, she gasped and spluttered as she was showered with rather cold water, though it also had a revitalizing effect on her. Panting, she was lying in the bathtub, now once again feeling the tingle in her buttocks.

»Does good to have a little workout after day of just hanging around and doing nothing, does it?«, Benita asked mockingly. Monica just weakly raised her head towards the direction from which the voice had come.

»Mhhm!«

She mewed as the water was turned on again, but this time, it was warm, almost hot. She then realized that it was the tap rather than the shower. Her captors must have closed the sink, for the water was raising. Monica weakly pulled on her bonds and once again mewed through her gag. A hand brushed over her damp head.

»Don`t worry, Moni, we don`t want to drown you! We just want to wash you really, with warm water, and soap. I won`t blame you, but you don`t smell very nice!«

»Mph!«

»And once you are nice and presentable again, you will get something to eat and then, you will sleep like a baby! How does that sound?«

Monica felt the warm water raise to her neck, but then, it indeed stopped. Her feet were loosened from the handle and then let sink into the tub. She sighed and stretched her body, not sure whether she could allow herself to relax, despite her tiredness.

The words »nice and presentable« left room to some kinky interpretations.

***