Minor Changes 10

At the library, Marlene had tried to collect some clothes. There was a pile of panties to choose from, but all were dripping from saliva, and none of them were her own. In addition, the clothes Maya had squeezed her in were too small.

Monica had chosen her blouse and skirt, but had taken off the completely ruined and sweat-soaked pantyhose. She also wore no panties, but on the first look, she seemed decent – if one didn`t count her dishevelled hair and the other marks of her ordeal that made her look as if she had either competed at a marathon or participated in a gang bang party.

Marlene, who was thinking whether she could put on Silvana`s clothes or should keep them for the girl, looked over to Zara. The girl was cowering in a corner, her T-Shirt pressed against her chest. She trembled slightly, and Marlene, still naked, went over to her.

»Zara, are you okay?«

It was a silly question, Marlene realized as soon as she had said it: Of course, the girl was not okay. She looked up, trying to force a smile on her face:

»Sorry, it`s just –«

Her lips trembled, and Marlene caressed her sweaty hair. Zara`s shoulders twitched, and then, she suddenly slung her arms around Marlene and sobbed. Marlene took her in her arms, and Monica also stepped closer, looking a bit puzzled.

»And she seemed to be so tough!«, Marlene thought. Then, she understood: This tough girl had been knocked out within seconds, and when she had regained her consciousness, she had been naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Zara would never have gotten free on her own accord; instead, she was teased by the vibrator and had climaxed, unable to keep control over her body. For Marlene, Monica or Silvana, it was just natural to be defeated by an armed opponent with better fighting skills, but for Zara, the defeat was the worst humiliation, and being bound, gagged and helpless a dreadful experience.

She had shown her old self when Marlene had freed her, but obviously, she had then realized what had happened, and it had pulled the rug from under her feet. Marlene gulped. There were still Benita and Maya, and now, their strongest partner was unable to help them.

As on keyword, they now heard the sound of steps from outside, followed by the sound of a key in the hole. Obviously, the criminals had locked the library after leaving them behind. Marlene looked at the door, feeling like petrified. She was naked and three yards away from the door, so, there was no use of their element of surprise.

She saw the door swing open, and then, there was a moving shadow. Monica, who had just decided to put on her shoes, though they would feel strange without socks or pantyhose, had hidden behind the door, and when she had seen a hand holding a gun, she has slammed the heel of her shoe onto this hand.

»Zayin!«

Maya dropped the gun that slid over the floor, but then, she managed to block a second attack from Monica and punched her chest, causing her to stagger backwards and to land on her backside. With one look, she saw what had happened, and she went into fighting position.

Marlene had jumped up and was now facing Maya, whilst Zara was still sitting there, her arms slung around her knees. Maya, keeping an eye on Monica who was trying to get back to her feet, slowly approached the gun lying on the floor.

Without thinking anything but »if she get`s it, it`s all over!«, Marlene jumped forward. Since both she and the floor were still quite sweaty, she slipped and whilst Maya would have easily dodged or blocked her amateurish attack, the naked woman suddenly slide-tackling her took her by surprise, and she went down, too. There was a short brawl, ending up with Maya on top. She pressed her lower arm against Marlene`s throat, and she was about to faint when suddenly, the pressure ceased. Maya suddenly felt that her hair was yanked back, and something was pressed against her back.

»Leave her alone, or I kill you!«, Monica screamed. Maya tried to hit her, but then, she looked directly into the barrel of her own gun.

»Y-you b-better d-d-do what she s-says!«, Zara stammered. The gun in her hand wasn`t as steady as usual, but the look in her eyes was nevertheless determined. Maya raised her hands, and Marlene came to her feet, massaging her throat, whilst Zara stepped back, steadying her hand with her left. Monica also stepped back, and then, a faint buzzing could be heard.

»Desperate situations acquire desperate measures!«, she said, dropping the »Untiring Lover 69« she had used to distract Maya long enough for Zara to pick up the gun. Marlene looked at the still humming toy and chuckled.

»This time, it brought joy to three girls at once!«

Monica burst out laughing, and Zara also giggled whilst tears of relief ran down her cheeks. She did, however, not lose her concentration and kept Maya at gunpoint. Sure that her right was enough to keep the gun steady, she wiped over her eyes.

»Okay, where`s Benita and the others?«

Monica, the only one dressed, rushed for the door and checked the corridor. Then, she closed the library`s door and locked it from the inside.

Zara repeated her question, but Maya just told her to fuck off. So, Zara decided:

»Seems we have to look by ourselves! However, we might need some more clothing!«

Whilst Zara watched her at gunpoint, Marlene and Monica stripped and tied Maya methodically. Monica took off her jacket whilst Maya had to kneel, and then, Marlene pulled the T-Shirt over her head, revealing her plain black bra. She then tried the T-Shirt herself. It was too tight and left her belly uncovered, but at least, it hid her boobs.

Monica now unclasped Maya`s bra and asked:

»The label says 34B, but your left cup looks like more!«

Maya fumed as the bra fell, and a small sack landed on the floor. Monica picked it up, but Marlene reminded her to tie up Maya before they could have a look. With no more zip ties left, they used ropes to tie her wrists palm to palm, followed by her elbows they tied above and below the joint. With the tape, they then encased her fingers and also further secured the ropes.

Then, Maya had to get up and Monica opened her belt. She pulled down the girl`s leggings and her black panties together, peu a peu, whilst Marlene tied her legs, starting mid-thigh. More ropes followed above and below her knees and at her ankles. They removed her clothes, including her sneakers and socks, and Marlene squeezed herself into the leggings. The stretchy material moulded to her buxom forms, being so transparent that the delta of her pubic hair was visible, but it had to go for the moment. She also put on the socks, but the sneakers were a bit too small, and so, she took off the shoelaces and tied Maya`s big toes.

Zara now dressed herself in her own clothes, obviously deciding that her own thong was okay, since it had only been pulled over her face. She still looked a bit groggy, but seemed to have recovered enough to continue the interrogation.

»Where are the others?«

»Dead, most likely!«, Maya spat. Marlene shuddered, but Monica, who now had opened the velvet sack, said:

»If she has got the diamonds, this might indeed be true! But we have to be sure!«

Marlene forced herself to remain calm. Perhaps, Maya was just bluffing.

»Shall we – take her with us?«

Zara shook her head.

»If one of you can have an eye on her, we better leave her here!«

Monica volunteered, and Marlene picked up Silvana`s discarded panties, still wet with Zara`s saliva. She yanked back Maya`s hair and gleefully, Monica pinched the woman`s nose, allowing them to work the gag deep inside her oral cavity. They then wedged the crotch part of Monica`s sodden pantyhose on top, using the legs as a tight cleave gag. Marlene then pulled Monica`s discarded panties over her head and they secured the gag with layers of tape, also blindfolding Maya.

Marlene now took the scarf that had gagged Benita and shook it out. It was still crumpled and damp, but as she tied it around her hips, it provisionally covered her pubic area and her buttocks. As she was ready, she saw that Monica and Zara had taken the rope that had crotch-roped Zara and fixed her to the window, doubled it around Maya`s waist and where now working the ends between her tied thighs, from the back to the front. Once the girl was crotch roped, she had to hop over to one of the small desks and to get on her knees again. Monica forded her to bend over the desk, and Zara brought the dangling ends under the tabletop and tied them around Maya`s neck, so she had to remain in the uncomfortable position.

Zara checked the gun and patted Marlene`s shoulder. Lacking a better weapon, she took the scissors, and, after some hesitating, also the two vials with the hydrochloric acid.

»I am sure she lied! We are back with Silvana and Marcus soon, promise!«

It was more to encourage Marlene, for Monica had turned all her attention to Maya, groping her butt and pulling on the rope between her buttocks, until the girl bucked and let out an angry grunt.

»They say us blondes have short memories! Unfortunately, I am a blonde with a PhD, and your latest insult was just a few hours ago!«

She shrieked with delight as her hand landed on Maya`s exposed butt with a smacking sound.

***

»Sorry, I am an idiot!«

»Mmhhm?«

Marcus had been able to hold back until Silvana had been able to reach the peak, and though there were no cymbals and violins playing, the experience had been most delightful, and as Marcus had then held her in his arms, she had felt good and save, despite them still being trapped inside the cellar, and her being naked, bound and gagged. She felt exhausted in a pleasant way, and she was still relieved that Marcus had somehow exorcised the demon of Karl from her soul.

After a while, he had put his clothes back on, and now, he was accusing himself. A moment later, there was a light, showing him his apologetic grin.

»I completely forgot that I had my own phone all the time!«

He looked at her and kissed her cheek.

»Seems I was a bit distracted!«

The phone had no web connection, but at least, they could now see what they were doing. Marcus made a second attempt of opening the padlock; then, he looked through the box, but the sack of diamonds he had found seemed to be the only one. He put it into his pocket. Then, he looked at the pile of rocks where the corridor had been.

»How about division of labour? I try to get these pebbles away, and you encourage me by looking beautiful and not blaming me for forgetting about my phone?«

Her gag prevented her from chuckling, but Silvana nodded and though she was shivering from her sweat drying on her body in the chilly air, she felt a warm wave rush through her body.

***

»She had no reason to kill them! If she had wanted people dead, she would have killed us, too!«

It wasn`t the strongest argument, but Marlene wanted to believe Zara as they approached the stairs towards the cellar. Zara secured each corner before they went further, not knowing whether Benita was still around. Then, as they stood in the cellar`s corridor, they saw a light from behind one of the doors. As they sneaked forward, they could also hear a faint sound. Both had enough experience to know it was the mewing of a gagged woman.

Marlene sent a prayer to God before entering the room. Then, her jaw dropped. She stood face to face to a nude blonde woman. Her breasts seemed to point directly at her, looking unnaturally big, and her cleanly shaved pubic mound was bisected by a plastic band disappearing between her labia. The woman`s lower face was covered with something beige, and then, Marlene could see that the woman was not standing, but kneeling on a book.

»Benita, I presume?«

»Mmhhmmm! Uuhhhmmmm!«

The woman trembled, and the book moved. Now, they could see her neck was fixed to the lamp`s cable. Zara lowered her gun.

»At least, this one`s not dead – yet!«

Marlene ordered:

»She must know where Silvia and Marcus are! Hold her!«

Zara, who had either found back to her slightly sadistic streak, or still had to compensate her own predicament, hooked one finger into Benita`s tight crotch strap to prevent her from falling whilst Marlene cut the cable around the blonde`s neck. She let out a sigh of relief as they then lowered her to the ground. Marlene asked:

»Silvana and Marcus! Where are they?«

»Uuhhmmm!«

Benita made a move with her chin, and both Zara and Marlene looked at the corner where a door-like opening showed them a pile of rocks. Marlene gulped.

»You – you mean they are buried?«

She rushed for the corridor and began to move away rocks. After a few seconds, Zara joined her. Progress was slow, but as long as they were working, they had no time to worry too much!

Finally, they had to pause, for even Zara was now completely exhausted. Panting, thy sat in the corridor where they had worked some yard forward.

»It can`t be – very far now!«, Zara breathed, and Marlene just nodded. The last two days` hardships were taking its toll, and she felt as if she could not even get up from the floor, let alone lifting more stones. She leaned against the pile, when she suddenly startled.

»Zara!«, she whispered. Marlene wasn`t sure whether she was hallucinating, but then, the other girl also pressed her ear against the rocks. No doubt, there was a faint sound!

With renewed strength, they continued their work, stopping after every tenth stone to listen for new sounds. Indeed, the scratching grew louder, and then, they could spot a weak shimmer of light.

»Marcus? Silvie?«

Marlene didn`t dare to yell, but obviously, her voice had carried far enough. A male voice answered:

»It`s me! Silvie`s here, too! She`s okay, but-«

Instead of continuing his story, Marcus removed more stones, and since Marlene and Zara also kept on working, they soon could see his face through the increasing gap. Marcus looked like a 19th century chimney sweep, but he smiled and as he reached through the gap, his hand showed bruises and were a bit bloody, but his handshake was firm.

»So, you managed to escape these bitches?«

»We even turned the tables! Marlene was great!«

Marlene, however, was trying to communicate with Silvana, calling her name. As an answer, she got just a moan. She frowned. Why was the girl still bound and gagged.

A few minutes later, the gap was big enough for them to enter the hidden cellar. The dim light showed Marlene a naked Silvana, leaning against the wall with her arms folded behind her back, the gag mask still covering her face.

»Silvie!«

»Uuhmmm! Mmhhmm!«

She hugged the girl, shortly wondering why she suddenly had a specific fragrance in her nose. Marcus meanwhile told his part of the story, whilst Zara examined the padlock. Angrily, she concluded:

»The key must be upstairs, in Madame X`s pocket!«

»Wait a minute!«, Marlene ordered. Then, she told Marcus to cradle Silvana in his arms. Despite being exhausted, he obeyed, and Marlene produced one of the vials.

»Zara, gather Silvie`s hair, and give me a rag!«

With Silvana being lifted up, and secured by the rag wrapped around her left, Marlene now carefully opened the vial and dropped some acid onto the padlock. There was a faint hissing, and the stench made Silvana mew, but then, the padlock broke open. Marcus and Silvana staggered backwards, and Marlene also jumped back and dropped the vial.

Now, the girl could finally lower her aching arms, and Marcus was working on the buckle of the gag. As it came off, he tried to find a mixture of gentleness and speed when pulling the dense gag packing from her mouth. She panted and some drool ran from her mouth, but she responded to Marcus` kiss, though he had to prevent her from sinking to the floor.

Since Silvana was still tied hand and foot, and Marlene didn`t dare to use the acid on her cuffs, it was a bit difficult to manoeuvre the girl through the gap, but finally, Marcus could take her in his arms again. Zara freed Benita´s legs and helped her to stay on her aching and wobbly legs whilst escorting her through the corridor. Marlene sighed. Now, this horror was finally over!

However, when they had reached the ground floor, Silvana suddenly got unruly, and, whilst blushing, she begged Marcus to get her to the bathroom. He gently assisted her, and Zara turned towards Marlene:

»Now, the evil girls are defeated, and we have the diamonds! However, I can go back to Israel, but you have to stay behind! So, we need something to tell the Police!«

Marlene nodded. They waited for Silvana and Marcus, who had taken the opportunity to wash themselves a bit. Inside the library, they saw Monica sit on one of the chairs, looking as if nothing had happened. However, the now reddened buttocks of Maya told the others she hadn`t been sitting there all the time.

»Wow! That`s a lovely sight!«

Obviously, Marcus had no problem with the way Monica had treated the mean woman. He showed a wolfish grin as he now searched for the key and released Silvana from her cuffs. Then, he helped the girl to put on her Jeans and blouse whilst the other three held an improvised powwow. Once Silvana was dressed, though her trousers felt strange without panties, they joined the group.

»Now, how can we put these two«, Zara pointed at Benita who had been forced to sit down, and the still tied up Maya, »to justice, without having us involved?«

Of course, they were the victims of this crime, and it was quite sure that they would be able to prove it, but Marcus felt a bit guilty for having let Benita into the library, and the girls didn`t want the details of their captivity to be known. Silvana suddenly had an idea:

»Zara, what was your plan? I mean, you were after the diamonds, too?«

The girl shrugged.

»Well, I think I wanted to return to Tel Aviv, and buy a nice apartment!«

Silvana nodded and smiled:

»What if you could get this – in exchange for some extra work! After all, you owe us something, at least Marcus!«

»Things didn`t turn out too bad for him!«, Zara scoffed, seeing the way Marcus was holding the girl in his arms. However, she was intrigued by Silvana`s idea, and with some minor changes, based on the ideas of the others, they went to work.

Two hours later, it was 3 am now, a black BMW parked close to the door of the Residenz`s side wing, on a spot usually restricted for parking. Now, however, there was no one to notice the car, nor the bulky bundle that was then stowed in its boot.

The bundle consisted of Benita and Maya, who were now restrained for an interesting ride. Maya still had her arms restrained as they had been before, with her elbows tied and her fingers taped. Her legs had also been left, but now, a short rope connected her ankles to her wrists, hogtying her. She was still tightly gagged, blindfolded and hooded with panties.

Benita had been restrained the same way, her zip ties being replaced by ropes and tape, too. She was now chewing on Marlene`s discarded panties, kept in place by her own moist pantyhose tied between her lips. Above, she was hooded with Maya`s panties and layers of tape secured the gag and blindfolded her. She was also hogtied, and her relief when the crotch rope consisting of zip ties had been removed had been short-lived.

Seeing no point in being gentle, Benita had also received some spanking. Then, both captives had been placed on the floor and been equipped with crotch ropes that had several knots in them. These were not too tight, but they were pushed together face to crotch, and then, the ends of one`s crotch rope had been tied around the other`s neck, forcing the two to breathe into each other`s middles. And soon, they found out about Marlene`s farewell to them: the crotch ropes had been soaked with the Rheumatic balm, some of which had also been creamed onto their sore buttocks.

They had started to squirm and moan when they had been wrapped into one of the curtains, and the trip to Frankfurt would be even worse for the two.

»Now, Benita can really experience a human vibrator!«, Monica thought, shuddering from both horror and glee. She imagined how the helpless girls would scream into each other`s pussies, and the thought sent a tingle through her loins.

Zara would, after a short trip to her room at the dormitory to pick her belongings, drive to Frankfurt where she would take the first plane available. The car would remain on the airport`s parking lot, and shortly before leaving, Zara would make an anonymous call to the Police, so the two would be found whilst she would already be in the air.

»The best they can do is to keep their heads low, for otherwise, they would have a lot to explain!«

There had, of course, been the worry that the two could want revenge, but Zara doubted on that.

»They have put quite some effort into the whole heist, including renting a house and all that! So, maybe, they have another reason to keep their heads low: perhaps, they owe money to someone and now, they can`t pay!«

It wasn`t complete security, but it sounded reasonable enough. In addition, the alternative would have been that Zara sank the BMW in the Rhine, with the two captives still bound and gagged in its boot. Though the idea had come up in some minds, nobody, not even Zara, had considered going that far to be save.

»So, I better get going! Next year in Jerusalem!«

Zara hugged the four others, and she even placed a kiss on Marcus` cheek. Then, she entered the car and left the parking lot.

The others did some cleaning up in the library. Of course, they would not be able to hide the collapsed corridor, but at least, they could remove things like the vibrator or the sodden panties. The next morning, the librarian would maybe come to the conclusion that someone had broken into the library and the cellar, but then had disappeared before he could steal something. Marcus had officially only been there at Saturday, and so, he had a good chance of staying clean, even if he got interrogated.

»Maybe, the whole affair will even stoke the interest in your research on ›The Lost Library‹!«, Marlene pondered, but Monica shook her head.

»I think I will also keep my head low on the whole affair! Officially, I am in my sabbatical, and so, I can also write about something completely different! However, I will now do a nice holiday far, far from Würzburg!«

Marlene nodded. She would have loved to leave, too. Tomorrow, she would stay away from school on sick leave, but then, she would have to continue her life. Go back to her apartment that now no longer would feel save, and that now held some terrible memories.

They left the Residenz and walked towards the dormitory. Since Marlene didn`t want to go to her apartment, and some of her belongings were still there, she had to come with Marcus and Silvana, and Monica currently not even had a set of underwear, let alone money or a passport.

»You can both stay at my room – as long as Marcus will offer me asylum in his!«, Silvana offered, and Marcus kissed her. For him, the whole affair had turned out quite well!

He suddenly felt for his pocket, and Silvana mocked:

»Have you forgotten your phone again?«

Marcus produced a small bag and, after looking around if they were alone, he let some of its content run into his palm.

»Is this what I think it is?«

»Well, it seems that Samuel Arnstein had two sacks with diamonds hidden among his books. One of them has Zara, but the other one – let`s say, we all have earned a little compensation for what has happened to us!«

»Shouldn`t we hand it to the Police?«, Monica asked, and Marcus looked at her as if she had asked what was two and two.

»After all the effort we put in hiding our involvement in the whole affair? I mean, sure, we could place it anonymously in the letterbox at the Police Department, but I think, since we have now all done things that are not legal, we can also add the crime of embezzlement!«

They walked on. Monica had wanted to find out the truth about the Lost Library, but now, she knew it, and though she would perhaps never publish it, her personal hunger for knowledge was satisfied. And since she had decided to do some travelling, some extra money would be nice.

Marlene had similar thoughts. Luckily, she had only rented her new apartment, but finding a new home would be expensive, and maybe, she would also invest in some security measurements. Silvana was too excited to think about the money. She could only think of the fact that soon, she would be alone with Marcus, and then, none of them would be restrained.

»I wouldn`t call it a Happy End, but close enough!«, the girl thought and cuddled against Marcus as they approached the dorm.

***

»Mmhrrrrmmm!«

The vibrations of Benita`s scream radiated through Maya´s womb, and she knew that sooner or later, she would scream herself, as Benita was rubbing her soft flesh against her face. The way they were tied forced their faces against the other`s private parts, and the itching balm forced them to move back and forth, trying in vain to soothe the terrible feeling. Both girls were sweating profusely, stowed inside a car`s trunk, wrapped in a curtain and tied together so stringently. Each breath came through another woman`s used panties, and in addition, the fragrance of their crotches became overwhelming.

»Why did I have to look after them? I should have left once I had the diamonds!«

However, she hadn`t been able to resist teasing the three captives for one last time. And now, she was paying the price, with interest. There was no give in her bonds, the stifling gag wouldn`t come off until someone found them, and for the first time, Maya experienced true, utter helplessness.

»Uuuhhmmm! Mmhhmmm!«

Again, Benita screamed into her crotch, and Maya shivered. She knew that if she started to wail herself, she would lose all control. Something wet and warm brushed over her nose, and she bit down hard on her gag to oppress a scream.

She had no idea if they were close to Frankfurt already, but she knew that she would be in a mess long before!

***

Zara had switched on the radio, though the sounds of the car drowned the faint noises coming from behind her. She patted her pocket that contained the little velvet sack. At her room, she had found a minute to count the diamonds. Even on the black market, she should be able to make some quarter of a million. Not too bad for two weeks` work!

»Phew, I am glad this car´s an automatic!«

Being just 5`, Zara had some difficulties in steering the big car, and she was happy that her journey wouldn`t last for very much longer – though a little longer than her friends thought. However, she had decided that a few minor changes would be reasonable.

She looked at her navigation system, telling her that her goal in Frankfurt was just 20 kilometres ahead. Zara would attend the next plane, though it would get her to New York instead of Tel Aviv. If one of her more or less voluntary helpers would talk, they would at least not look for her in Israel, though she doubted that they would get very far, having just her first name and a vague description of how she looked.

Another minor change had to do with the car, or rather with the two girls in the trunk. If she left the car at the airport, there was a high risk someone would hear them scream through their gags when she was still at the check-in.

So, she parked the car on the now empty lot of a Frankfurt school. She checked her watch, telling her that it was close to 5 am. Within 30 minutes, she would be at the airport, if she took the subway, and together with the check-in, she would be somewhere over France at 7:30 am, when the car would be detected.

She smiled as she patted onto the boot`s lid. The answer was a muffled moan that would sooner or later alert someone. Maybe, it would be late enough for a bunch of pupils to gather around the car, deciding what to do next.

As she walked towards the subway station, carrying only a small bag with some clothes, Zara could imagine the scenery: maybe, the janitor would crowbar the trunk open; maybe, a teacher would call the Police. In both cases, there would be a bunch of pupils filming the whole scenery, and so, there would also be some images of Benita and Zara, naked, bound and gagged. And despite the Police trying to prevent it, some of these would land on the internet.

Nobody would hurt them, and there would even be an ambulance, but they would both be utterly exposed and embarrassed. Zara felt a warm shudder run through her whole body. Though she would not be able to be there and witness how the two would be found, just imagining it was compensating her for what Maya had done to her. So, Zara pranced towards the subway, showing a smile so bright that some people looked twice at her.

Sometimes, it was the minor changes that were the icing on the cake!

The End