Between Tradition and Modernity 11

Snakes. Vicious, venomous snakes.

Of course, Lilly knew that what Laya was soaking in the bucket placed beside Lavinia who was held down on the blanket by the two men and occasionally whimpered through her gag was just a long coiled leather strap, but she knew that these straps would come to some horrific use. And whilst she was just had to watch, Lavinia would be the one who would have to suffer.

»Randy mares need a strict leash!«, Ajala had stated. She had withdrawn for some other devious purpose Lilly couldn’t see yet. Now, Laya obviously had decided that the leather was wet enough, and she cut quite a number of lengths, placing them in a row and reminding Lilly even more of a quiver of snakes.

Like in Marguerite’s case, Laya started at her victim’s toes, but she seemed to have the ambition to top every mean detail of the blonde’s bondage. Before she finally tied her big toes together, she brushed over Lavinia’s soles and let the strap run through the gap between her toes, forcing the girl to helpless squirming and squealing. This was repeated when she tied Lavinia’s insteps, and Lilly guessed that it was almost a recreation for the poor girl when Laya now tied her ankles. Lilly knew that when the leather would dry, her bonds would become even tighter, but this didn’t seem to bother Laya when she tied her victim’s calves.

When applying the straps above and below the knees, Laya obviously thought that it was time for more cruelty. The men had to turn Lavinia on her belly, and whilst Laya wound the rope around her legs and then cinched it, she repeatedly tickled the backs of the girl’s knees. Whenever Lavinia twitched, however, Amal slapped her buttocks, so they were slightly reddened when Laya finally tied her thighs, too.

With Lavinia still lying on her belly, trying to cope with the stringent bondage immobilizing her legs, Laya went for a bowl and poured a liquid in it both Lilly and Lavinia recognized as the reputed aphrodisiac. Though it was a fake, it reminded Lavinia of her greatest embarrassment, and she let out a fluttering breath.

Laya now held a strangely shaped silver object in her hand, and when she shook it, a faint jingle could be heard. She then held it to Lilly’s cheek, and she could feel a slight vibration: obviously, the object contained smaller balls that caused the vibration.

Vibrations! And the object was shaped like a – a plug!

Her fears came true as Laya greased the object with the potion and poured some over Lavinia’s butt. Then, she began inserting it into her rear, working deliberately slow to increase the embarrassment. Lilly knew from the strange message she had gotten that an object of that size would not hurt physically, but feel very, very irritating.

With the plug in place, Laya looked at Lavinia as if she was measuring something. Then, she doubled a long strap and tied several knots into it, leaving two long dangling ends. When she then slung it around Lavinia’s waist, Lilly knew what she had in mind.

Laya formed a noose around her victim’s waist, then, she even placed one foot on Lavinia’s butt when she pulled it tight, causing a painful groan. Then, the ends were embedded in the redhead’s cleft and pushed between her tightly tied thighs before Lavinia was turned onto her back. She panted, squirmed and mewed, but Laya seemed to have all the time in the world when she ensured that the rope would keep the butt plug in place.

Instead of forcing the ends between the girl’s labia, Laya led them around, so they framed her labia majora and her triangle of pubic hair before she threaded them through the waist rope. The frame of Lavinia’s pubic area was pulled tight and then, Amal held the ends whilst Laya produced another silver object. It was three balls, connected by a delicate chain, and they also jingled when shaken. Lilly guessed that they would also vibrate.

Lavinia reared up when Laya greased the object, and the two men had to hold her down when Laya then pushed it inside her.

»A little distraction from all the pain and fear, you should be more grateful!«

Once the balls were deep inside Lavinia. Laya took the ends of the crotch rope, brought them together and tied a double knot in it. Then, on her order, Amal and Jeevan lifted Lavinia by her arms and forced her into a kneeling position, so Lilly had to stare at her front. The ends of the crotch rope were worked between her legs again, and Laya took them from behind, pulling the slack out. Now, the last knot was at the upper end of the reddish thatch of hair, and below, the double line of leather went directly over Lavinia’s clit and labia.

»Now, Lilly, watch the knot!«

Lavinia squirmed in the men’s vice grip and screamed through her gag when Laya pulled. Lilly couldn’t help staring at the knot, though. When the straps found a way inside Lavinia, it slowly wandered down her pubic mound, and when the rope had literally disappeared from view, it pressed directly on Lavinia’s clit. Lavinia’s chest heaved, and she whimpered when Laya finally tied the straps off, testing the tightness of the crotch rope with her fingers and also allowing the men to do so.

»Just try to enjoy the balls and plug! The more you stay moist down there, the less the leather will tighten!«

Now, Ajala appeared, in her hands one of the corsets. When Laya applied it on Lavinia, Lilly could see that she had cut off the part covering the breasts, so it only covered her belly from the waist to below her breasts. However, as Laya now proved, it could still be pulled tight, reducing Lavinia’s slender waist to a wasp waist, and emphasizing her hips and breasts.

Lavinia was placed on her belly again, and Lilly watched how her arms were tied, starting by her wrists. Laya used a second strap to tie her palms together, and a third to tie her thumbs. Then, Lavinia’s elbows were tied, above and below the joint, and Lilly could almost feel the tension in her shoulders, too. However, Laya had one last perfidy in petto:

She fumbled the ends of the thumb tie through the crotch rope embedded between Lavinia’s buttocks and pulled, forcing her bound hands to press against her butt, before she tied it off. Now, the slightest movement of her arms would have consequences there, too.

Like Marguerite, Lavinia was now wrapped in a Saree, a red one, from ankles to below her breasts that now, emphasized by the corset and the elbow tie, were thrust out almost obscenely. The Saree was secured not by scarves, but more leather straps. Then, Laya turned for Lavinia’s head.

She gathered her hair, so it would be out of the way, then, she stuffed Lavinia’s ears with cotton wool. Two lumps were then placed on her eyes and secured by a red scarf, some rounds of leather rope, and a red bandage. Now, Laya removed the knotted cloth from Lavinia’s mouth. The girl panted and ached, and Lilly wondered if she would faint. However, when Laya approached with Lilly’s discarded knickers, she managed to croak:

»P-please, no! N-not these!«

»Can you hear that, Lilly? She doesn’t like your fragrance!«, Laya crowed with feigned indignation. Then, she brought the panties to her nose and grimaced.

»Phew! I can’t blame her!«

The embarrassment had come with advance notice, but Lilly could feel her cheeks burn. At the same time, she was vividly reminded of the taste of Marguerite’s panties filling her mouth, and she fought to oppress the urge to swallow.

Again, it seemed impossible that all of the flimsy silk mass would fit into the girl’s mouth, and again, Laya proved the opposite. Though Lavinia couldn’t hear her, she told her victim that it was Marguerite’s discarded crotch scarf she now used to cleave-gag her. A red headscarf came next, and this time, Laya let Amal help tying the ends under Lavinia’s chin. She then bent over the girl and pinched her exposed nipples. Lavinia reared up the little she could, but only a very faint »Gllgg!« could be heard. Laya repeated the pinching, and again, there was only that small chortle.

»She can’t make a sound!«, Lilly thought with horrified fascination as now, Ajala tied her own lacy loincloth over Lavinia’s nose before Laya covered the lower half of her head with a red bandage. As a final layer, Laya then tied two leather straps over her eyes and mouth.

The immobilized and muted girl was then embedded on a doubled red Saree, but before it was wrapped around her, Laya cut two more lengths of the leather strap. One, she tied to her already tied big toes and forced Lavinia to stretch her feet before she entangled the end into the saree, twisted both and secured it with a blue scarf. Then, she weaved Lavinia’s hair into a braid, tied the other strap to it and pulled her straight before the rope and the upper end of the Saree was twisted and tied off with a second scarf. Now, an almost immobile red cocoon was lying beside an equally helpless white one; two giant candies, ready to be given away as presents.

»All right!«, Ajala stated, »Now, Amal and Jeevan may get them to Jaspal Sahib’s palace. I think I have earned some recreation now!«

She approached Lilly, bent over her and whispered into her ear:

»And also some stimulation, my beloved pet!«

***

Reaching the gap in the rock was just a walk, and though they of course looked out for any guards, Tiny Tim, Daisy and Sayana reached their destination after one hour. Here, they stood in front of the iron door, and the Gurkha patted its surface.

»Now, what can you do? Melt it, turn it into a curtain, or just rip it from its hinges?«

He sounded rather interested then mockingly, and when Daisy had translated the words, Sayana touched the door and leaned her forehead against it. It looked a bit as if she was trying to push the massive door open. After some time, and having whispered some words in her native tongue, she turned towards Daisy.

»It can be done! But I don’t know if I am strong enough!«

Daisy nodded, feeling a bit silly because she had believed that a door could be opened by magic. Still, despite two travels through time, she had problems in accepting the supernatural. Sayana now brushed over her cheek.

»With none of the special herbs around, there is only one way to strengthen my power!«

When Daisy had understood her words, she gulped. She remembered all too well what she and the others had done the last time Sayana needed some »empowerment«. She reached for the hand caressing her cheek and looked down on the smaller woman.

»Sayana, I – I can’t!«

The witch cocked her head.

»Is it because of Tiny Tim? We could send him outside, to guard the area!«

The Gurkha, having heard his name, looked up, but still, he didn’t interrupt them. Daisy sighed and then, she confessed:

»I-It’s because of Johnny! I would feel like betraying him!«

She still held Sayana’s hand, and she added that she could kiss her, or caress her – but that she could not go further, despite the situation. Tiny Tim ostentatiously cleared his throat, and Sayana glimpsed at him. When Daisy noticed that she was mustering him, she gasped.

»You are not really considering what I think you are considering?«

She still hadn’t recovered from the strict bondage by the Gurkha, and now, Sayana was really planning to-

»Well, he’s a man, he called me beautiful, and he has no loyalty issues, for his Queen lives in London, and he has never seen her!«

Daisy shook her head in disbelief.

»You saw what he did to Nesrin and me! And he enjoyed what he was doing! And you also said that he means danger!«

Tiny Tim now interrupted their talk.

»Ladies, are you trying to talk the door into oblivion?«

Daisy let out an annoyed groan, and Sayana said:

»I know what I said, but usually, I can read men better than I can read him! I am – curious!«

»Curious?«, Daisy scoffed, and since the word sounded similar in English, Tiny Tim picked it up and once again demanded to know what their talk was about. Sayana now took his hand, to the Gurkha’s surprise, whilst her other hand still held Daisy’s.

»Please, translate everything I say!«

Now, Sayana told the Gurkha what was the secret of strengthening her powers, and Daisy thanked God more than once that Blacks couldn’t blush, at least not visibly. Tiny Tim now showed a broad smile and let his eyes wander over Sayana.

»So, did I get this right? You want me to – sleep with you, right here and now?«

Daisy forced herself to further go into details:

»Not quite! You have to bring her as close to – to the peak as possible, but you must not let her – you know! Otherwise, it would have the opposite effect!«

Now, the Gurkha’s smile was getting a bit pensive as he slowly nodded. Then, he led Sayana’s hand to his mouth and kissed the tips of her fingers. Sayana shuddered, and Daisy asked whether she was okay. The witch smiled at her.

»I am a bit scared! Excited, but also scared!«

Daisy was about to respond that she could perfectly understand the scared part when Sayana added, looking at her pleadingly:

»Can you stay?«

»Stay?«, Daisy squeaked, clearing her throat to get back to her normal voice. Sayana once again took her hand and brought it to her cheek.

»Please, Désirée! With you, I would feel less scared – and even more excited!«

Daisy closed her eyes. All in her cried that this was terribly wrong. However, there was also another memory – at the slave barracks, where she and Sayana had joined the bed, and at least Sayana had reached the peak. Though Daisy considered herself hetero, and her affair with Blacksmith had confirmed that, she had enjoyed her experience with Sayana. So, she turned towards her and kissed her lips before she told Tiny Tim about her friend’s wish.

»She means that I stay, not that I will, you know, p-participate!«, she hastily added. Tiny Tim had taken off his jacket and shirt, revealing he was quite muscular, and flexed his fingers. With a smile, he said towards Sayana, obviously enjoying Daisy’s embarrassment when she translated his words:

»Since this is not a – race to the finish, I will rely on my magic hands!«

He opened Sayana’s jacket. Since she had only provisionally dressed after her escape, she wore nothing underneath. Tiny Tim pulled the open jacket down her arms, stepping so close he could kiss the tips of her breasts.

»No hairs or scales, just beautiful mounds!«

Sayana raised her arms, holding daisy’s hands, and Tiny Tim gently caressed her armpits whilst he continued kissing her breasts. She sighed, and her breath accelerated. Her thumbs brushed over Daisy’s hands, and she slightly writhed as Tiny Tim’s head wend down slowly, now kissing her belly button whilst his hands were caressing Sayana’s back, being especially tender to an old whip scar she had at the small of her back.

»How can someone so gruesome be so gentle?«, Daisy thought when Tiny Tim bent down to remove one of Sayana’s shoes, then massaging her soles. Unlike Daisy, Sayana wasn’t ticklish, but she seemed to feel the gentle brush of the thumb, for she moaned and arched back her body.

The other shoe fell, too, and then, Tiny Tim undid the laces of her trousers. He embedded his head in her lap as he slowly slid it down her legs, caressing her skin, especially her knees, on the way down. Sayana now only wore her loincloth she had put back on earlier. Tiny Tim now kneaded her buttocks as he slowly removed it with his teeth. Daisy felt a tingle in her loins, and a small voice inside her insisted that the Gurkha was far more experienced than Johnny Blacksmith.

»Oohh! Uuuhmmm! Mmhhmmm!«

Daisy could only imagine what Tiny Tim’s lips and tongue did between Sayana’s legs, but she seemed to enjoy it. She led Daisy’s hands to her breasts, and Daisy cupped them, feeling not only how hard her nipples were, but also her accelerated breath and her heartbeat, indicating she still was a little scared, but also aroused. She panted, and more and more, sighs and groans added to her breathing. Daisy remembered that Sayana gave quite vocal feedback of her pleasure, and again, this caused her to feel a tingle. Automatically, she kneaded and fondled Sayana’s breasts, adjusting to her breath.

» Po-ourquoi as-tu a-arrêté?«, Sayana stammered when Tiny Tim withdrew from her lap. The man smiled at her, and Daisy could see the moisture on his face.

»It’s not sweat, it’s her juices!«

Tiny Tim led her to the Door and made her lean forward, her palms against the iron surface. Sayana looked around.

»Où est Désirée?«

Daisy stepped towards her, and Sayana cuddled against her. Then, she began to open her jacket. Daisy stiffened, but then, she allowed her to take off the jacket, only protesting when Sayana worked on the buttons of her shirt.

»S'il te plait, Désirée!«

And so, daisy leaned against the door with her back, allowing Sayana to open her shirt and to embed her head on her bare breasts. Sayana’s breasts pressed into her ribcage as she again placed her palms on the door and Tiny Tim stepped behind her.

On her breasts, Daisy felt the gasp when the Gurkha’s hand wandered between her legs from behind. Again, she could only guess what he was doing exactly, but Sayana was slightly rocking back and forth in the rhythm of his arm. She moaned and sighed, and when her head rubbed over Daisy’s breasts, she knew that when she would withdraw, she would also offer quite an embarrassing sight.

Sayana’s groans grew louder, but whenever it seemed she was close to the peak, Tiny Tim withdrew a bit and slowed down, though he never completely stopped teasing her. The girl grew impatient, almost angry in her cry for relief – and then, Daisy suddenly flew backwards.

The sudden impact took her breath, and Daisy needed a few seconds to realize she was lying on her back, on top of the door. Above her, Sayana was squirming and wheezing, and in the open doorframe, surrounded by dust, stood Tiny Tim, looking at the scene with disbelief.

»Magic hands, eh?«, he chuckled before he bent down to help Daisy raise from under Sayana, looking at her exposed breasts, her nipples now hard from the constant rubbing. Hastily, she closed the buttons and then took Sayana in her arms, waiting for her to get back to her senses. She was exhausted, and also disappointed, though she knew why she had been denied the peak. She staggered towards Tiny Tim and kissed him.

»When there are no more doors to be opened, we should bring this to an end!«

Whilst Sayana, aided by Daisy, put her clothes back on, Tiny Tim searched the floor of the corridor until he had found a small black pearl. Holding it between two fingers, he said:

»I placed these on each corner of the maze, so, we won’t need magic powers until the next barrier!«

***

There were a few lights lit at the stables where the second exit was, allowing Blacksmith and Nesrin to observe the area from the distance. Nesrin wondered why the stable was so small, and the Lieutenant explained:

»Kharabad has no own cavalry, except for the Nawab’s escort! So, with a little bit of luck, there will only be two or three riders to cope with!«

Though they were half a mile away and hidden behind a rock, none of them dared to speak when they could see people walk around. Something was going on, and Blacksmith reached for his binoculars. He could see the stable door open, and he counted four horses. Two were mounted, whilst the others were loaded with one large sack each. He felt pity for the abducted girls when he thought that such a sack looked big enough to contain a human.

Then, he oppressed a curse when he noticed that the two riders were accompanied by a group of some ten infantrymen. According to their blue uniform jackets, they were part of the Principal Army of Kharabad.

»Good news is, an escort means that they are transporting something precious – bad news is, there is an escort!«

At least, the group’s slow pace allowed them to easily follow them o their horses. However, though Blacksmith was a brave man and a trained soldier, he was alone, except for the girl who could at least ride, and perhaps also fire a rifle, but not both at once.

»Do you girls from the future also learn war strategies at school?«, he asked with a mixture of irony, despair and a glimpse of hope. Nesrin looked at the escort just disappearing in the dark. Like Blacksmith, she had concluded that the sacks contained something else than grain.

»Can we get ahead of them? I mean, perhaps, we can prepare some kind of trap?«

It was an obvious thought, but then, he remembered that they knew where they were going: to the summer residence of Jaspal Sahib. And though he had never been there, he had been at Kharabad once, and there was only one palace called »Summer Residence«.

»Let’s go!«

As fast as the uneven terrain and the darkness allowed, they rode in a curve until they had again reached the road, and Blacksmith was sure they were ahead of the escort now.

»Now, all we have to do is find a decent hideout – and work out a stratagem that will allow us to free the girls and get out well and alive!«

Nesrin took a deep breath. No one had ever called her brave – but her love for Marguerite allowed her to find courage inside herself.

»Whatever I can do, I will do!«, she said with a firm voice.

***

With helpless fear, Lilly had watched Jeevan and Amal carry away the terrible cocoons, leaving her behind with Laya and Ajala. Now, the maid approached her, caressing her cheek.

»Just don’t think you can be rebellious, now the men are away!«

Lilly remembered how the maid had simply disarmed her when she had attacked her from behind. If she tried this once again, she could choke he with her bare hands. So, Lilly offered no resistance when she was untied from the column and led to a wide bed, obviously Ajala’s. The Princess was sitting on one end, draped on some cushions and looking at her with a mixture of interest and barely oppressed arousal.

Laya made Lilly lie down on her belly. Then, using coloured scarves, she tied her wrists behind her back, followed by her elbows. The cinch knot prevented them from touching, but the strain in her shoulders was slightly painful, nevertheless. With a third scarf, she tied her crossed ankles and then bent her legs to fix them to her elbow tie, forcing her into a hogtie that rendered her quite helpless and also forced her to keep her thighs open.

Now, Lilly was blindfolded, and the ends of the scarf were pulled backwards, forcing her to arch her head. To keep her in that position, Laya tied the blindfold’s ends off to Lilly’s big toes. Then, she felt how another scarf was slung around her waist and then threaded between her legs.

»Another crotch scarf, again, with knots in it!«, she thought with a shudder as she remembered what had happened the last time she had been teased by such a thing.

The crotch scarf was lead over her bound wrists and then, she felt being pulled downwards, until her knees touched the lower end of the bed. Then, the pressure ceased, and Lilly felt that Laya had climbed on the bed beside her. To her amazement, she then began to loosen the scarf tied over her mouth and nose.

Laya also removed the other layers of her gag. The damp silk ball of Marguerite’s knickers was too big for Lilly to push it out of her mouth, so, Laya helped her to work the gag out of her mouth. Lilly knew she was drooling on the bed, but she just panted gratefully. She wanted to ask for some water when she felt something else was pushed inside her mouth.

It was something hard, though it had some upholstery, and it was wedged between her teeth. When she explored it with her tongue, Lilly sensed it was a ring, most likely made of iron, with a leather coating. It was some three inches in diameter, forcing her jaws open to an inconvenient extent, and it had an opening of some one and a half inches in the middle.

Lilly tried to protest when Laya tightly buckled the ring gag’s straps at her nape, but though she could breathe and produce noise, she could only utter unintelligible sounds – and drool profusely.

»Gaaahh! Uuuhhmmm! Aaaahhh!«

She felt Laya leave the bed. Then, there was some rustling, and something brushed over her nose. At first, she thought it was a hand, but then, as the caress went on at her cheek, she sensed it was a naked foot, most likely Ajala’s. Lilly tried to turn away, but she couldn’t escape the Princess.

Ajala giggled, and then, she pushed her toe through the opening in Lilly’s ring gag.

»Ghhuuuhmmm! Mmnhnnuuhhmmm!«

She tried to turn her head, but her rigid tie didn’t allow much movement, and also, Ajala used her other foot to steady her head. She tasted the foot on her tongue, and she desperately tried to push it away. The touch of her tongue seemed to tickle Ajala, for she giggled and playfully moved her toe in Lilly’s mouth.

She continued the humiliating game for some time; then, she withdrew her foot, only to feel for her body further down. Lilly felt a strange fragrance getting stronger, and she felt that the air was getting stale. When she felt silk brush over her head, she realized that Ajala had draped the skirtings of her Saree over her head, trapping her close to her womanhood.

»Uuuhmmmm! Eeeehhsss!«

Lilly suddenly felt a pull on her crotch rope, tightening and loosening. With horror, she understood the arrangement: the ends of the crotch scarf had been pulled over a bar at the lower bedframe, and now, Ajala was pulling on them. And Lilly was trapped from all sides. Her knees were stopped by the bedframe, and her sides were flanked by Ajala’s legs. And in front of her-

Lilly groaned when she felt smooth skin rub over her cheeks as Ajala wriggled closer. The fragrance became stronger, and then, her nose touched something soft. She tried to buck, but with another move, Ajala thrust forward, and now, her moist middle pressed against Lilly’s face. The Princess wore no loincloth or panties, and Lilly could be grateful that at least there was no pubic hair to tickle her nose.

Again, there was a pull on her crotch rope, harder this time, and when Lilly groaned, she heard a pleased sigh in response.

»I am a human vibrator!«, she thought, and despite her horror and disgust, she had to chuckle. Her lips felt nothing but heat and moisture, and she could taste something bittersweet, though she had withdrawn her tongue as far from the ring opening as she could.

»If I go forward, I will touch her-«

Again, a pull forced her to groan, and Lilly already felt her tongue hurt from the strange position. Carefully, she pushed it forward, and when the tip of her tongue touched something hot, soft and moist, there was a deep sigh, and the playing with her crotch scarf began to follow the rhythm of the wriggling of Ajala’s womb.

»It’s only over when I decide it’s over!«, Ajala purred, and when Lilly screamed with sheer horror, she enjoyed the shudders of the vibrations.

***

With the help of the pearls and a lantern, Tiny Tim, Daisy and Sayana had found their way through the maze. Daisy still wasn’t sure what to think of the Gurkha. She felt a bit guilty, for his teasing of Sayana had also aroused her quite a bit.

»Perhaps, he has got many facets – brave warrior, skilful tracker, experienced lover – and also a cruel sadist!«

During their way through the maze, Sayana had once again taken her hand, and she had staggered once or twice, indicating that she was still a bit shaken from either the experience with Tiny Tim or from using her powers.

Now, they stood on the little platform, and the girls despondently looked down the ravine. Sayana said something, and Daisy translated:

»She says that her powers do not include the ability to fly!«

Tiny Tim scoffed.

»Where I come from, such tiny scratches in the earth have to grow ten times bigger before they are even allowed to call themselves a ravine!«

From his backpack, he produced a rope with a grappling hook and threw it to the other side where it found grip at some rock. Then, without hesitating, he jumped. Both Sayana and Daisy gasped, but when they looked, he was already climbing up to the edge of the other side.

»Now, you have seen how it is done! I throw you the rope, so you can follow me!«

Before Daisy could tell him he was mad, Tiny Tim laughed neighing. Then, he disappeared inside the cave on the other side. He waited just enough for the girls to worry; then, he returned with a wooden board he placed over the ravine.

The girls balanced over the board, and now, after a few more yards, they stood in front of a stone gate. A line between the stones indicated an opening, but there was no sign of a handle or even a keyhole. Tiny Tim lowered his voice:

»Behind this gate lies the hidden valley! If we are lucky, it’s just Princess Ajala and her maid, if not, there are also her two servants. Maybe, they even have some of the soldiers up there, though I doubt that!«

He placed his rifle beside the gate and checked his revolver. Daisy also looked at her rifle, only Sayana was unarmed. She said something, and Daisy translated:

»She says that if we get through this door by – well, like we did the last time, she won’t have enough power left to use them against any potential enemies! Besides, it wouldn’t be very subtle if we would literally burst the door. So, we better look for a – more common way to open that door! Let’s look carefully, there must be a key, a lever or something!«

***