Minor Changes 9

So far, Marlene`s only experience with Rheumatic balm had been when she had once tried a bit of that her Grandmother used when she had been a girl. The ointment had caused a little warmth, nothing worse. Now, however, it was getting worse than that.

The warmth at her sides and soles was growing warmer, as if someone was holding a hot compress there. She squirmed in her bonds, but of course, she couldn`t shake it off, and more and more, she felt a desire to scratch, or to rub her itching skin against something rough. However, there was nothing her flanks could touch, and the little she could move her feet, with her toes tied and her ankles tied to her thighs, also didn`t bring any ease.

Marlene groaned and thought that at least, the inconvenient itch distracted her from even worse things, like the agonizingly tight rope between her legs. The dull pain turned into a red hot iron whenever she shifted her position the slightest, but since she had to squat, her aching legs forced her to move from time to time.

There was also the bite of the clothespins on her nipples, or the stifling gag, consisting of two pairs of panties that touched the back of her throat and choked all noise she could make to a throaty groan.

»And yet, others are even worse off!«

Right in front of her, Monica was writhing, tied into a rigid hogtie and also sporting a tight crotch rope. The bow her body was forced into meant she had to thrust against the ropes with her pelvis, and another perfidy denied her even the lenience of lying still. A buzzing vibrator taped to her bare soles made her twitch and squirm, as she was a helpless victim of her ticklishness. Monica`s gasps and high-pitched mews grew more and more exhausted, and Marlene feared her friend would choke.

At the window, Zara would have been the one Marlene would have put hope of escaping in, but she was restrained even harder. In addition to her arms being zip-tied at wrists and elbows, her fingers were taped, and she also was hogtied. In addition, her crotch rope was fixed to the window, so she was dangling from it, whist the only support came from the fact she was resting on her breasts. Zara was gagged and blindfolded, and she was writhing and squirming, trying to shake off the vibrator tied to her pubic mound.

»Perhaps, she should just let it happen!«

Marlene had twice been teased to orgasm by the »Untiring Lover 69«, and though twice, she had tried to fight it, and on both occasions had not been alone, she had finally climaxed.

»For her, as a tough fighter, defeat must be even harder!«

»Ooouuhhmmm!«

All of a sudden, the slight itching of the balm on her sides had turned into a flame, and it felt as if an ant tribe was running over her skin from her hips to her armpits, all stepping on her nerve cells with her tiny little feet. Marlene wriggled, but it seemed that this movement had awaken another ant tribe that now teased her soles.

»Tiny little feet, millions of tiny little feet, all tickling me – aaahhhhh!«

Marlene`s dams broke, and she squirmed and wailed as the balm continued to send waves through her. At the same time, she moaned as her struggles made her rub over her crotch rope, and the pain mixed with the sparkles of the tickling, turning her into the third helplessly writhing bundle in the room.

***

The scene inside the cave had something surreal on it; lit by the flashlight of the cell phone, Marcus was checking the crates, watched by Silvana who had to lean against the wall, bound and gagged and unable to hide her charms.

Marcus did his enforced work with grim efficiency, but whenever he looked at Silvana, he seemed to signal that they would get out of this, sooner or later. In addition, he seemed to like what he saw, and though she still felt awkward, Silvana also felt a little bit caressed by the way his eyes wandered over her nude body.

»When he stripped Zara, he didn`t look at her like that!«

Marcus had even found an old, ragged canvas and placed it under her feet, so she no longer had to stand on the cold stones, and whenever he came close to her, his hand brushed over her, not to grope, but to show some compassion, and though Maya, who was leaning in the entrance, made some lewd comments, Silvana felt consoled a bit.

»He may not be the hero in a shiny armour, but he is caring more about me than himself!«

She couldn`t see exactly what he was doing, but she understood why he had sorted out the aluminium boxes: they were too young to have been used back in 1938. Suddenly, he stopped and then came to fetch the cell phone and illuminated a crate that had been hidden under the last aluminium box.

»What is it?«

Marcus ignored her, trying to decipher the half rotten label:

»-eichssache!«, he read the words written in Gothic fracture. Then, he said:

»Geheime Reichssache!«

Maya understood it translated to »Seret Property of the Reich«, but being no historian, she demanded an explanation. Marcus said:

»It has the meaning of ›Hands off!‹! But, maybe, it has been put there by the librarians back then, to keep Arnstein`s books save!«

The crate was nailed, and since Maya had no crowbar with her, he had to use a piece of broken stone to open it. Finally, the lid came off, and Marcus let out a whistle.

»Rotten wood wool! And here, we have-«

He carefully removed something the size of a shoe box from the crate. It seemed to be heavy and was wrapped in waxed paper.

»Looks like an old book!«

Maya took it from him and brought it to Benita who was waiting on the other side of the corridor. Marcus stepped over to Silvana and brushed over her head.

»Maybe, the diamonds are in it, and they let us go!«

»Mhhmph!«

His hand wandered to the back of her head, but the padlock not only fixed her cuffed hands to the ring in the wall, it also tied her hands to the back of her head and secured the strap of her gag, so, Marcus could not free her of any of her restraints. He noticed her goosebumps and stepped closer, putting an arm around her.

»Are you okay?«

Silvana nodded, though she was freezing, and she cuddled closer to him to get some warmth. However, he also had just his T-Shirt, and tied as she was, he wouldn`t have been able to put it over her. After all, this was just a cellar and no icehouse; she would perhaps catch a cold, but not die from it.

»Zayin!«

»That`s Hebrew for ›Fuck‹!«, Marcus scoffed and placed a kiss on Silvana`s forehead before getting the next book from the crate, handing it to Maya as she came back for him. She put the book under her arm and waved her gun.

»Maybe, I should threaten your girl, so you work more efficient!«

»What do you expect me to do? Putting some diamonds between the pages, so you two Harpies are happy?«

Maya told him to get back to his work. As he had reached the crate, she pinched Silvana`s nipple, so the girl squealed into her gag. Marcus spun around, an expression of hardly oppressed hatred on his face.

»Just don`t forget who`s in charge!«

Marcus stepped towards Silvana, and for a moment, she had the ridiculous idea he would rub or kiss her aching nipple. However, he just hugged her before glancing at Maya and returning for the crate. Maya brought the second book to Benita, and Marcus now lifted a bigger, heavier package from the box. He weighted it in his hands.

»Oh no, he is planning something! Please, Marcus, don`t do it, you`ll get hurt!«

However, Silvana forced herself to be still and quiet as Marcus slowly stepped towards the corridor. Then, he suddenly threw the heavy book at Maya.

Her fighting reflexes allowed her to jump back, and the book only hit her left arm. She fired blindly, the shot missing Marcus, and came back to her feet. The shot echoed through the chamber.

»You damn bastard, I-«

Perhaps, it were the sound waves from her shot, perhaps the pillar she had hit when jumping backwards, but now, there was a loud grumble and a heavy stone came from the ceiling, almost landing on Maya`s feet.

»Zayin!«

She staggered back, and then, the whole corridor collapsed.

***

Marlene blinked, feeling as if she was recovering from a heavy nightmare. She thought that she had heard a rolling thunder, and she wasn`t sure whether she had passed out from hyperventilation. The tickling of the balm had increased, turning her into a yelping, writhing mess, but now, she sensed that she could breathe. There was some pressure against her throat from the rope tied around her neck, but this had been left loose enough she could ease it by leaning back against the pipe.

Panting, Marlene tried to figure out why the attack on her nerves had stopped. It wasn`t that the ointment was sentient, let alone being able to show mercy. Then, as she once again had to blink, she realized that she was sweating profusely, and thus, the Rheumatic balm was washing off her body. She felt as if she had ran a marathon, her folded legs still ached, and her heavy breathing reminded her painfully of her nipple clamps. As she moved her hips, a sharp pain told her the crotch rope was in place, too.

»Ooouuhmmm!«

Marlene trembled, feeling relief that the itching at her flanks had vanished and her soles also just tingled a little, which was inconvenient, but bearable. She reflexively twisted her body and again, she groaned with relief as she could get a finger under her sole and scratch her sole.

»Oh my God, that`s better than an orgasm!«

Suddenly, she hesitated. Why could she touch her soles if her wrists were bound? Marlene stopped and moved her hands. Her elbows were still tied together, but her wrists had miraculously come free.

»Oh, wow! Did I develop such strength, just from getting tickled?«

Then, she thought twice, and she felt for the pipe her neck was tied to and to which she had to lean. There, close to the floor, was a protruding screw. Obviously, when she had squirmed and twitched, she had rubbed her wrist bonds against it, and the plastic had finally ripped apart.

»My wrists are free!«

Marlene mmphed and struggled, at the same time looking at her co-captives. Monica was still in the throes of the attack on her soles, writhing weakly and gasping. Her eyes were half closed, and Marlene could only see the white, looking horrifyingly. Zara seemed to have calmed down a bit – but then, Marlene realized that she was not only squirming less vigorously, but also more rhythmically – in a rhythm dictated by the »Untiring Lover 69«.

»So, the entire rescue mission is on me!«

With her elbows still tied, her free hands were of little help – but perhaps, she could get them down to the screw, too. With her legs tied ankle to thigh, she could do little more than wriggle her hips, but despite her bound toes, she managed to shuffle her feet forward, millimetre by millimetre. Her crotch rope made her pay for every inch by chaffing her even more, but Marlene bit down on her gag and persisted. At least, she could now bend her lower arms, and finally, her elbows touched the floor.

»I can`t even see if the tie even touches the screw!«, she thought, but she collected the little energy she had left to slightly move up and down. Up and down. She thought that she could feel a little resistance, but at the same time she felt that she would not be able to continue her efforts for longer than a few minutes.

»Gglllgg!«

Monica chortled, and reflexively, Marlene wanted to reach out for her. A sharp pain shot through her elbows, and then, her arms wavered through the air whilst she was pulled back by the rope around her neck. The back of her head knocked against the pipe, but Marlene realized that she now had her arms free.

***

Maya had been hit by a beam when she had been staggering out of the corridor, and now, she was lying on her belly, her feet and lower legs covered with dust and little pieces of rock. She felt a tugging on her arm, and she heard Benita`s voice as if she was speaking through cotton wool.

»-okay?«

She blinked, managed to get onto her elbows and shook her head. Maya felt some bruises, but her arms obeyed her, and as she carefully moved her legs, these seemed to be unbroken, too.

»Are you okay?«

Her dizziness seemed to have vanished, too, for now, Benita sounded painfully loud.

»I – I think s-so!«

Maya worked herself into a sitting position. She had no idea how long she had been out, but it seemed that the dust had settled. She turned around and stared at the pile of rocks where once had been the corridor. Benita was leaning against the buried entrance.

»Still, no sound from the other side!«

Maya got up and dusted her clothes. Her legs felt a little wobbly, but she regained her old strength, realizing she had remained unharmed. Benita turned around and shook her head.

»No way we get through there! We would need days, or a jackhammer!«

Maya stared at her with disbelief. After all, they had been planning their coup for weeks, and now, all had been for nothing?

»But – the diamonds-«

Again, Benita shook her head.

»If they are not just a legend, they are still over there!«

She seemed dejected, but calm. Almost too calm for the loss of what could have been millions! Maya suddenly looked at the small table where she had placed her laptop. Beside it was the second book she had brought her, and there were small marks on both the cover and the edge of the table. As if someone had knocked the book against the table.

Slowly, Maya went for the book and looked closer. Like most old books, it had a gap between its back and the binding. Maybe, Benita had knocked it against the table because she had seen something wedged into that gap!

She darted forward, grabbing Benita`s throat and pressing her against the wall.

»Wha-«

»Don`t move, or I`ll break your neck!«

Her free hand brushed over Benita`s blouse, and then, she pushed her hand under her skirt. Benita moaned and tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Maya increased the pressure on her throat, and then, her hand cupped the other`s pubic mound.

»That doesn`t feel like a panty liner!«

She reached into Benita`s panties and produced a small velvet sack. As she shook it, she heard a faint clink. Maya let the blonde go, but she reached for the gun lying on the desk and aimed at her. Then, not taking her eyes from Benita, she opened the sack and emptied it to the desk. It contained several small objects, glistering and gleaming in the neon light.

»The diamonds. So, when did you want to tell me, Benita?«

»L-let me e-explain-«, Benita began, but Maya shook her head.

»Show, don`t tell, isn`t that what they always say? How about you start by showing me you are not hiding more from me?«

She raised her gun and aimed at the blonde`s head.

»Strip!«

***

The collapse of the corridor hadn`t knocked Marcus out, but the dust cloud had driven him back and caused him to cough. In addition, the flashlight had gone out, leaving him in complete darkness. He heard a moan, and he asked:

»Silvie? Are you hurt?«

The moan that came as an answer sounded like a »No«, and at least, it told him the girl was still alive. He wanted to get to her direction when he suddenly stumbled over something and landed on his hands and knees. Marcus cursed, and then, he assured Silvana he was still okay.

»I just stepped against the book I threw against – wait a minute!«

When feeling over the ground, to see if he could perhaps find the cell phone, he touched something soft. It was a sack, small, but filled with something that clinked. Forgetting about Silvana for the moment, he opened it. It contained small objects that felt symmetrical and smooth and hard. He was sure that they could cut glass.

»Uuhhmm! Mmhhmmm!«

»Sorry, but I just found the diamonds!«

He chuckled, for right now, they were of little value. He staggered through the dark and found Silvana whom he took in his arms. She cuddled against him and seemed to tremble slightly, but obviously, she was unharmed.

»Don`t worry, Silvie! I will see if I can move the rocks, but even if not, they will notice what has happened! Someone must have heard the sound!«

Silvana mewed, not allowing him to conclude whether she agreed with his exaggerated optimism. He once again hugged her, then, he reached for the spot where the entrance of the corridor had been. He moved away some of the rocks, but others seemed to slide after them, and in the dark, he didn`t want to risk making things worse.

»Okay, we will have to stay for a little bit longer! The fire brigade sure had the right equipment to get through to us! Perhaps, they have already found and freed the others, and they know where we are!«

Silvana knew that this was perhaps a bit too optimistic, but nevertheless a realistic scenario. However, she felt relieved when Marcus came back for her, not only because his hugged helped against the cold. He then reached behind her head and felt for the padlock.

»Maybe, I can get you loose!«

He worked on the chain, and whilst he did so, his body pressed against hers. Silvana`s breasts rubbed over his chest, and Marcus wasn`t indifferent to the intimate touch. He was maybe a bit closer than his fumbling acquired, and when her finally gave up, he let his hand brush over her body.

»Sorry, the padlock`s a bit hard to undo, in the dark and without even a piece of wire! All I can do for now is to keep you warm!«

»Uuhmm!«

His hands ran all over her, and Silvana felt indeed a warm tingle in her body. Suddenly, she felt him kiss her neck, and she arched her head to give him easier access. Marcus`s left hand rested on her hip, caressing it, whilst the other was brushing over her side, approaching her breast.

»If I do something you don`t want, just signal me somehow!«

Silvana nodded, and as his hand cupped her breast, she sighed and reared up, signalling him he should carry on.

***

The rope tying her neck to the pipe hadn`t been knotted too tight, and so, Marlene had been able to loosen it with her numb fingers. She had collapsed, and when her breasts had touched the floor, a pain had reminded her that she was still sporting the nipple clamps. With a grunt, she plucked the clothespins away.

There was still the tight crotch rope and also, her legs were aflame from their ties, but Marlene instead crawled over to Monica and ripped the vibrator from her feet. Monica twitched and gasped, but Marlene was too exhausted to further work on her bonds.

She looked over to Zara and saw that she was now completely under the control of the »Untiring Lover 69«. Pragmatically, Marlene thought that as long as the girl could ride the wave of passion, she wasn`t suffering too much.

She looked around, and, as if it was a reward by the Gods for her perseverance, she daw the scissors lying on the floor.

»Ooouuuhmmm!«

As she cut her crotch rope, the pain felt as if she had instead replaced it by barbed wire. The pain ceased quickly, but there was still a painful throbbing, and Marlene had to sit there with her legs spread whilst she caught breath to work on her leg bonds.

»Mph! Mph! Ouuhmm! Hhrrrmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm!«

Twitching and writhing, Zara climaxed the very moment Marlene could stretch her aching legs for the first time in hours. Knowing it would take some time until they would carry her, she now unwound the tape from her mouth and worked first Maya`s, then Monica`s panties from her oral cavity, followed by some drool that dripped over her already moist chest.

For some two minutes, Marlene couldn`t help enjoying the heaven of breathing air through her mouth and feeling how the pain between her legs more and more ceased. Then, she managed to get on all fours and when she had reached Zara, she grabbed the window board and pulled herself up. So, she could untie her from the knob.

»Hrrrmph!«

The girl, still writhing against the vibrator, mewed when she fell to the floor. Marlene quickly cut the zip ties that fixed her arms and legs and held her in a hogtie. She also ripped the tape from her fingers, but then left it to Zara to remove the crotch rope and the vibrator that were both wet with her juices.

She went over to Monica who was weakly blinking, indicating she was awake.

»Just a few seconds, Moni!«

She reluctantly reached for her friend`s crotch rope and pushed the scissors under it.

»Now, close your eyes and think of something pleasant!«

Monica moaned and reared up as the crotch rope was cut, and Marlene knew which pain was radiating through her loins, though she also knew that this pain would cease soon. She cut the bonds and then worked on Monica`s gag. Once the tape was removed, she pulled on the dense packing that consisted of Marlene`s panties.

»Uughh!«, Monica breathed as the giant wad left her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin, and she was panting. Marlene hugged her, and after a few seconds, Monica´s arms closed around her, too.

»May I – join?«

It was Zara who had also freed herself rom her gag and blindfold. Though they were all stark naked and wet with sweat and other juices, the three girls embraced for a while, until Zara, obviously determined to show she still was capable of considering their situation right, said:

»This isn`t completely over yet, Ladies!«

***

Though Silvana could do little more than to allow Marcus touch and kiss her wherever he wanted, both had more and more been carried away. She had moaned and sighed as he had kneaded her breasts, adjusting to the rhythm of her breath. Somehow, he had managed to not get too fast, as she could only breathe through her nose, but at the same time, the fire inside her was growing.

Then, his hand had wandered to her pubic mound, and for a moment, she had stiffened. He would be the second man to touch her there – the first after Karl.

»He`s also the first I want to feel there!«, she thought and a bit reluctantly, she opened her thighs. His hand cupped her pubic mound, feeling gentle and strong at the same time, and Silvana more and more relaxed. No flashbacks of Karl haunted her, and she felt the sweet, sweet relief of knowing that although Karl had touched her everywhere – had even made her climax –, she was still capable of enjoying the same things with someone who did not want to humiliate her, and whom she wanted to feel deep inside her!

»Ooouuhmmm!«

She thrust against him as his fingers slid inside her, and her relief seemed to stoke her growing arousal like gasoline. She gasped when Marcus withdrew his hand after a while of blissful caresses. Then, she heard a rustling, telling her he was taking off his clothes. Again, an uncertain fear rushed through her mind, but it was anticipation that made her pant and caused her heart to beat faster.

Since her ankles were cuffed, Marcus had to climb between her legs, and then, she felt his hands under her buttocks, slightly lifting her up. Something pushed against her moist middle, and she knew that it wasn`t his finger. Again, she stiffened for a moment, but as Marcus kissed her neck again and she felt his warm breath, she relaxed and he carefully entered her.

Silvan had heard some stories about the »first time« – and other sayings, telling that these stories were all lies or myths. Now, she would finally become a part of those who knew the truth. Marcus gently thrust forward, and at the same time, his hands under her buttocks let her sink down a bit. Silvana clenched her fists and bit down on her gag, expecting some pain. However, there was just a moment of confusion about the combination of tightness here and size there – and then, it just felt good. She opened her fists and let out a deep breath that turned into a sigh. Then, as Marcus began to move, she responded to it, suddenly fully aware what she wanted and how she could get there!

»That`s it!«, she thought as he thrust forward again, and his hands clawed into her buttocks, as he had pushed them against the wall behind her by his own impetus. Silvana groaned and reared up, her only fear now that he would be finished before her.

***

»Now, you better wish that someone has heard the explosion, Benita! Otherwise, the time until tomorrow morning could be a bit – long!«

Benita chortled, staring at Maya with eyes like saucers. In her current predicament, there was little else she could do.

Having forced her to strip naked, Maya had produced a bunch of zip ties from her jacket and used them to truss her up completely. She had started by Benita`s wrists, also tying her thumbs, and then forced her elbows together by two cable binders, one above, one below the joint. When Benita had winced, she had crammed her panties into her mouth, followed by the crotch part of her pantyhose. The legs, she had wound twice between her lips and then knotted off over her stuffed mouth, forcing the gag even deeper and also, Benita now had to smell the feet of her pantyhose.

By combining two cable binders, she had then made a belt for the naked woman, pulling it so tight she wailed into her gag and the plastic almost disappeared in her skin. To that, another combination of two zip ties was pushed and threaded through her thumb ties. It was snug, but not too tight – yet.

Maya had five cable binders left, and she seemed determined to use them all. Two were used to tie Benita`s ankles to her thighs, whilst a third was used to tie her big toes together. Benita gulped and mewed as the fourth was slung around her neck and pulled so tight that Benita`s breath involuntarily accelerated.

The ceiling of the cellar room wasn`t high; even Zara would have been able to reach for the ceiling. Maya tested the stability of the cable leading to the light and seemed satisfied, for she carried Beinta underneath it. She squirmed and moaned, but Maya now took the book that had had the diamonds hidden in it and placed it upright.

»Now, you better stop struggling, or this will be over much sooner than you deserve! Treason is one of the few things I can`t forgive!«

She grabbed Benita`s hips and forced her to kneel on the book. Then, she grabbed the zip tie around her neck and forced her to remain upright, whilst the girl desperately fought to keep balance.

The last zip tie was pushed under the cable and then threaded through the neck tie before Maya tightened it. Now, Benita could still breathe, but if she would lose balance or drop the book she was kneeling upon, she would strangle herself to death, with her knees just inches above the ground.

»Fear, Potter?«, Maya asked mockingly. Benita whimpered through her gag and shuddered. A moment later, Maya could hear and smell she was urinating with sheer fear. She slowly shook her head and waved her index finger.

»That book is 150 years old, show some respect!«

Carefully avoiding the puddle, she reached for the zip tie between Benita`s legs and tightened it. She pulled until Benita`s thumbs were buried between her buttocks and the cable binder had disappeared between her labia. Benita mewed and panted, but she didn`t dare to squirm, though the line of fire was feeling as if she was cut in halves.

Slowly, and right in front of Benita`s eyes, she once again counted the diamonds before putting them back into the sack.

»I don`t know their exact value, of course, but together with your BMW, I should get out of this with some 200 to 300K. Well, better than nothing!«

Benita whimpered, and Maya gently brushed over her cheek.

»Come on, with a little bit of luck and balance, you will be granted something even more precious: your naked life!«

Maya checked her gun and went for the corridor.

»Now, if you excuse me, I have a country to leave, preferably before the next morning! Just keep your head up, traitor girl!«

***