The wrong Side of the River 3

Sayana felt trapped in a strange mixture of dream and nightmare: on the one hand, she felt strain and pain, and she couldn’t move or see, on the other hand, there were gentle touches, sending shivers through her body. Then, she more and more regained her consciousness, and she started to analyse her situation from head to toe.

She couldn’t see, as a tight cloth tied at the back of her head pressed two lumps of cloth against her eyes, cutting off all light. In her neck, she felt a throbbing pain, reminding her of how the man – Tiny Tim? – had pinched her nerves, knocking her out. There was another feeling at her neck, a rope tied around it, not so tight it blocked her breathing, but snug. When she tried to get rid of it, she realized that her wrists were tied, crossed at her nape and fixed to her neck noose. Her fingers were encased in something unyielding, so she couldn’t move them and try to pick on the knots. Sayana now felt that she was sitting on something soft, but slightly scratchy, most likely a carpet, and that her legs were tied right above the knees. She was leaning against someone, and strong, but tender hands massaged her shoulders.

»You are awake, beautiful witch!«

Sayana gasped. The voice sounded almost like Tiny Tim’s, but it wasn’t exactly him, and whoever it was, he spoke French, albeit with an accent. Before she could say something, the fingers wandered to the sides of her neck, brushing over where he had pinched her.

»Sorry if I hurt you!«

»Who – who a-are you?«

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he kept on massaging her carotids, and Sayana felt a mixture of fear and anticipation. She wanted to move her arms, but could only flex them a bit, and her wrapped hands weakly patted against her shoulders. He now rose from the floor, and now, Sayana could hear a sound she knew all too well: the high pitched mews of two women screaming through their gags.

»Désirée!«

»She is a little tied up, if you forgive me the pun! But now, we have to go, my beautiful witch! And since you are a witch, I have to take a few precautions!«

Something touched her lips; something smooth, and Sayana cringed her nose as she sensed a melange of perfume and a woman’s body. It wasn’t Daisy’s fragrance, but she guessed it was a pair of what Daisy and the other girls from the future called »panties«.

Whilst one hand kept the garment pressed against her mouth, Sayana felt the man’s left cup her breast, taking her nipple between two fingers. Only now, she realized that her breast and loin cloth had gone, rendering her stark naked.

»Now, will you be a good girl and open your mouth, or do I have to persuade you?«

Sayana felt the pressure increase as he kneaded her breast, also pinching her nipple. She knew that he could hurt her, and that he would do so, but at the same time, she felt that he didn’t want to do so if she gave him the chance. She gasped involuntarily, and then, she had some smooth cloth between her teeth. She tried to fight the gag with her tongue, and the man now playfully clamped her tongue. She tried to bite him, but the panties upholstered his hand, and he worked more and more of the vile-tasting silk into her mouth. Sayana licked over a bit of lace, and then, her tongue was blocked, pressed down in the back of her throat by the mass of silk and the man’s strong fingers.

»Gllgg!«

Keeping the gag wedged into her mouth, he took his hand from her breast and then, a thin, but strong band was pulled between her lips and tied at her nape, so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth. Something them was crammed into the little space in her room left. It tasted like a sock, but felt more smooth. Above, another cloth was tied, with a big knot in its centre.

»Now, bite down hard, beautiful witch!«

Standing behind her, he took her head between his hands, and his thumbs pressed against her chin, forcing her to close her jaw the few millimetres she could. Again, there was this subtext of »I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to!«

Sayana bit down on the foul tasting wad of cloth, and then, she heard a sound she had never heard before, a tearing sound. Something was pressed against her chin and then wrapped over her head, again and again, locking her jaw and forcing her to press her gag together with her teeth. When he was finished, a horrified Sayana not only realized she no longer could move her jaw, the gag also prevented all noise, except for a faint chortle in the back of her throat.

»As Uncle Prashant told me, a witch is almost helpless if she can’t see and speak!«

He thoroughly loosened the knots of her gag, only to tie them even tighter. Then, something was pulled over her nose, and Sayana could smell it was another pair of panties. He then wrapped her head in what seemed to be a silk scarf and tied the ends at her nape before he used more of the unyielding bandage to do a few rounds both over her mouth and eyes.

Now, the rustling of the silk over her ears seemed to drown the little sound she could make, and she no longer was able to hear Daisy’s muffled screams. Sayana panted, and she weakly shook her head, trying to shake off the massive gag and hood.

The man now wrapped her into the blanket, taking care it was loose enough around her head she could still breathe. Then, she was heaved over his shoulder and his hand landed on her butt, steadying her as he carried her down the ladder. Sayana then felt a cold breeze at her naked feet, telling her they had left the house, and she frantically flailed her unbound lower legs.

»Ghmm! Mph!«

After some dozen yards, he stopped, lowering her to the ground. Then, she felt him touch her feet, massaging them a little, and even kissing her toes before he again put her over his shoulders. When his hand pushed through the blanket and touched the naked flesh of her buttocks, Sayana again flailed, but the man carried her off to an unknown fate.

***

Though Fiona went forward and was the first to enter the two rooms of the upper floor, , Lilly felt more than uneasy to backup her against an armed opponent. She ducked against the wall as the redhead opened the first door, quickly looking into the cupboard and under the bed before rushing to the next room.

»Fuck!«

The door was locked, from the inside, indicating that someone indeed was hiding there. Fiona stepped back, aiming at the door, when Lilly suddenly grabbed her arm.

»No!«

She had sensed the smell rather than seen the puddle, but before Fiona could really get angry, she also saw it. Before any of them could shout »petrol!«, there was a sound like »FWOF!«, and then, there was a lightning. The girls ducked, but there was no real explosion – just a room on fire, a room in a wooden house thatched with straw.

Lilly headed for the ladder, but since she was still holding Fiona’s arm, she pulled her with her, and both girls fell down, luckily only getting a few bruises as they landed on the carpet. Now, the others saw the fire, too, and they shrieked and pulled the others towards the exit. Fiona cursed and tried to get back upstairs, but the flames had found plenty of nourishment, and despite the roof being covered with a thick layer of snow, the upper floor now already was a burning hell.

»We must get out!«, Lilly yelled, again pulling on the redhead’s arm. Fiona stared at the ladder that now got licked at by the flames, and she then uttered a curse that would have made a sailor blush before she allowed Lilly to get her outside.

Standing or sitting a few yards apart, the girls watched the house burn down. There was no sign of the arsonist, but after some minutes, a few men came closer, one of them carrying an axe. It were peasants from the adjacent farm, and they wanted to see if they could help. One of them made sure that the girls were unhurt, and the other two made a weak attempt to fight the flames with buckets filled with snow before they also sat down and watched the house burn to the ground.

»I – the oil caught fire, and I-«, Fiona stammered, telling the men how she had tried to extinguish the burning oil by pouring water over it. She seemed quite excited, and at one point, she glanced at the others, as if she wanted to say:

»You better stick to that lie, too!«

Now, Lilly was completely convinced that the Englishwoman wasn’t an ordinary journalist. However, there had been an assault on their lives, and she was the only ally they had. So, Lilly told the others to keep their mouths shut. Eva protested:

»This has got nothing to do with me! Maybe, I should just-«

»It has got everything to do with you!«, Fiona hissed, then adding:

»Fräulein Heyden!«

The look in her eyes told Eva that the redhead hadn’t used her real name by mistake, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Fiona looked if anyone was listening; then, she came even closer to Eva and whispered:

»I am on your side – but we are currently on the wrong side of the river!«

Eva knew that she was referring to the Rhine that built the border between Liechtenstein and Switzerland, just some ten miles to the West. The fact that someone who, according to her slight accent, came from England was interested in her frightened her even more.

Meanwhile, a few women had arrived, too, and the girls were escorted to the next house where they were given some tea with a shot of a strong liquor in it, causing Eva to oppress a hysteric giggle when she remembered her thoughts about hoping that tea and chit-chat wouldn’t turn out to be boring.

Fiona did most of the talking, improvising a story about her having wanted to meet with some friends from Germany and France to enjoy the winter mountains, and that Eva had come over by accident. Lilly tried to help with that story by adding a few details, whilst Nesrin remained silent. The villagers had recognized she looked foreign, and obviously, they didn’t want to get too close to her. So, all she did was some translating for Marguerite. This accidentally broke the ice when one of the peasants wanted to impress the blonde with the little French he knew, asking her whether she wanted to sleep with him. Marguerite blushed, and when Lilly translated what the man had just said, the villagers laughed and offered another round of tea with liquor. Once that was finished, Fiona thanked the people and said:

»I think that now, it is safe for us to see whether my money and passport have survived! Luckily, I kept them in an iron box! Tomorrow, we will take the postal bus to Triesen, where I will try to explain to my landlord what happened!«

She withstood all offers of the women to stay here for the night, insisting that for one night, they could stay with Eva. Then, they left for the smoking ruins, and Eva said:

»You know that my cottage has got one room, and only one bed? What would have been so bad about their guest rooms?«

Before any of them could explain her about them having to get back to Daisy and Sayana asap, Fiona suddenly shouted angrily and stormed forward, waving her fist. The others looked forward, and they saw a bunch of children run away from the burnt house. One girl was waving a stocking like a flag, and the prey of a teenage boy looked like a pair of panties. The children laughed, and Fiona soon gave up the chase.

Then, they all searched the burnt ruins, though only Fiona knew what exactly the things they were looking for looked like, and none of them wanted to get into the part still standing, for it could collapse any minute. Fiona despondently looked at a half-molten box.

»So much about my radio!«

Lilly saw the dangling microphone, and she now was fully convinced that Fiona wasn’t a journalist, but a spy. Like the one they had left behind with Daisy and Sayana, and like the one who was still on the run!

The box with the money and passport were missing, either buried under debris or stolen by the kids, but at least, Fiona found the Luger, and it seemed it still worked. She looked at the others as she announced:

»We now have two options: either, we return to the Germans’ hideout and stay there. If the blonde’s alone, she sure won’t dare to attack, and in addition, we have a hostage. However, if she has got access to more men, we would be quite isolated. So, we could also go and fetch the others and then hide at Eva’s place. It would be a bit narrow, but if we would call for help, someone would come!«

She didn’t address the elephant in the room, or rather the ruin: the fact that the blonde German agent perhaps had escaped towards their hideout and overpowered Daisy and Sayana whilst they had been pampered by the kind villagers.

Lilly opted for going to the hideout, and Nesrin and Marguerite did the same. Eva, however, said she would lock herself inside her cottage and only open if it was them. She expected Fiona to protest, but obviously, she thought the same thing: that Eva couldn’t leave the village before the next day, unless she paid a peasant to get her to Triesen with a sleigh, which would look suspicious, and which would expose her even more.

»The house may be a former pigsty, but it has got thick walls and only one stable door. Also, I think I am in shouting distance of the next house!«

So, Eva left whilst the other four girls went on the mile’s walk towards the Germans’ hideout. They all shared the same concern: that the blonde agent had returned for the house and done harm to Daisy and Sayana.

»They are two, and they are no fools! Sure, they kept the door locked, and she won’t lay a siege to the house as long as she’s alone!«

Nevertheless, Fiona had her Luger in her hand, ready to fire if this prediction would turn out to have been wrong.

***

Trixi hadn’t waited to watch the cottage burn down, as the fire had only been a distraction to allow her escape. She had run over the hill and hidden behind a barn from where she had worked her way back to the house, choosing a path through the winterly forest instead of using the main path. Progress was slow, and her trousers and shoes were wet and freezingly cold, but she at least avoided getting detected by anyone.

One of the girls Fiona had been with had worn Romy’s clothes, and that meant either her comrade was in trouble, or they had killed her. Trixi didn’t consider her a friend, and she definitely lacked fighting skills, but on the other hand, she was a comrade. So, Trixi drew her gun as she could see the roof of the house appear between the trees.

She frowned as she observed the little clearing: there were tracks of several people, and for some reason, one of the pines was lying on the ground. The chimney was only smoking a bit, indicating that those inside hadn’t put new logs into the oven for a while.

Trixi encircled the house, frowning as she saw a single track leading towards the back door. However, there was nobody around, and so, she approached, looking through all windows before she carefully entered via the back door.

She had just reached the living room when she heard the mewing and grunting from above. Trixi felt slight relieve, for if there was a woman bound and gagged, it indicated that Romy was still alive. However, she then frowned: the noises sounded as if they were made by two women, and also, why was there nobody on watch? After all, Fiona and the others knew that there were two agents!

Trixi sneaked up the ladder, her gun ready to fire. Upstairs were only two bedrooms; since Trixi was higher in rank, she had kept hers whilst Romy had slept on the couch during last night, when they had kept Fiona in the other bedroom. Her bedroom door stood open whilst the other room’s was closed, and from behind, she could hear the moaning, now accompanied by the sound of the bed springs.

She peeked into her room first, noticing that the room had been searched. Well, she could see what was missing once she knew what was behind the other door. Trixi raised her Luger; then, she kicked open the door, so any potential enemy hiding behind the door would have received a blow, and aimed at the inside.

»Mhhmmm! Uuuuhmmm!«

The way the room was cut, Trixi could see everything but the corner where the bed was from the corridor. There seemed to be no one except the moaning captives, and so, she entered – only to reflexively raise her gun a moment later.

For a moment of shock, Trixi thought that an alien with a head like an insect was sitting on the bed, staring at her with its giant eyes. Then, she saw what it was, and though there was nothing supernatural, the sight was strange the least.

The woman on the bed, she could identify as Romy, though her head was covered by a black hood, most likely the one they had used on Fiona. She had been stripped to her chemise, but that had been ripped open, and her breasts had been peeled out of her bra cups. She was cuffed to the bedposts, and her ankles were fixed to the lower bedposts. On top of her, a second woman was sitting, and this was quite a confusing sight. She was naked, except for a pair of very brief white panties, and her skin was dark brown. She had her arms folded behind her neck, and there was a noose around her neck, connecting her to one of the beams. What had looked so strange was that she was hooded with a pair of white panties that slightly billowed under her heavy panting. She was staring at Trixi through the leg openings, and Trixi guessed that she was gagged, too.

She was sitting on Romy’s lap, more or less riding her, her knees tied to Romy’s whilst her ankles seemed to be crossed under Romy’s butt. A rope had been pulled around her waist, and the end disappeared between her legs, bisecting her crotch.

»Mhhmm! Uuhmm!«

Romy, who had noticed that someone had entered the room, made herself noticeable, and Trixi pulled the hood from her head. She then yanked the cloth from between her lips, and with an expression of disgust, she then pulled two crumpled stockings from her comrade’s mouth. Romy panted; then, she croaked:

»G-get her o-off me – q-q-quick!«

Trixi drew her knife.

»I can’t risk freeing her, whoever she is! I cut your legs free, and you then pull them from underneath her!«

She cut the ropes tying her ankles to the bedposts, then the ropes connecting both girls’ knees. The black girl mewed when she nearly fell from Romy’s lap as the brunette now squirmed wildly. However, she still was wriggling with the other girl on top of her, and so, Trixi looked closer and understood: Romy sported a similar crotch rope, and obviously, those were entangled. Trixi could only imagine how it must have felt when both girls had struggled to free themselves.

She cut Romy’s waist and crotch rope, and then, the brunette could wriggle herself from under the black girl. Whilst opening the cuffs, Trixi asked what had happened, and Romy reported that first, when she had wanted to look after Fiona, the pine tree had suddenly fallen upon her, and then, she had been forced to strip and left bound and gagged under the custody of two black women.

»I-I don’t know what happened then! Suddenly, I heard voices, and steps, and then, someone ripped my chemise open and left me – like you found me!«

Once her arms were free, Romy got from the bed, trying to get her breasts back into her bra whilst staring daggers at the Black who had managed to get into a sitting position. Trixi, who tried to get some sense into her report, asked:

»You said it were two Blacks?«

»Yeah, but I have no idea where the other one is! Maybe, whoever came her took her with him!«

She had managed to adjust her bra and had taken off her torn chemise, now rummaging for a new one. Trixi pondered. So, Fiona had some female allies, but it seemed that there was a third party; someone with a peculiar taste and a strange sense of humour.

»Anyway, Fiona and her new friends will be here soon, too! We better take some precautions – and think about what to do about her!«

She pointed at Daisy who shied back at the coldness in the blonde’s blue eyes.

***

Sayana had lost all orientation, she couldn’t even tell how much time had passed since the man (Tiny Tim?) had gagged and hooded her. Still, she was hanging over his shoulder, her boobs fendering the bouncing of her body as she was carried off to wherever he wanted to take her.

It didn’t help that she had been deprived of some of her senses, whilst the others were blurred. Her tight blindfold didn’t let through the slightest glimpse of light, and with the numerous layers of cloth over her head, she could also not hear properly. Her sense of feeling was occupied by numerous distractions: the pain coming from her tight bonds, the cold air on her feet and lower legs that were exposed to the chilly air, and the man’s hand on her butt, groping her buttock and feeling for her cleft, roughly, but not getting too brutal. Forced to breathe through her nose and hooded by a pair of panties and another cloth, Sayana had to inhale the musty melange of the remnants of the perfume the previous possessor of the panties had used, and her womb. To the stale scent, that of her own sweat mixed, and Sayana felt a little dizzy as on every breath, she could only think »Perfume! Sweat! Womb! Perfume! Sweat! Womb!«, like a terrible mantra. Sayana could still taste, but she would have loved to give that up, for from time to time, some saliva ran down her throat, forcing her to swallow, saliva filtered by the strange panties stuffing her mouth, tasting slightly bitter.

She still could not really believe it was Tiny Tim who was abducting her. It wasn’t the fact he now spoke French – after all, he could have learned the language, like she had been forced to do in her youth. What confused her wasn’t his strong resemblance to Tiny Tim, but the slight differences. Her abductor had slightly different eyes, his nose was a bit bigger, and he seemed to be slightly younger than the Gurkha. He resembled Tiny Tim more than Sayana resembled her sister Nyala, but he just wasn’t the man she had met in 1860.

»What does he want to do with me?«

He had not given any explanation, had barely talked to her. »Belle sorcière, beautiful witch«, he had called her, and he obviously knew a few things about how to deal with witches. He had robbed her the ability to see, and she was so thoroughly gagged that she could hardly produce any sound al all, let alone a spell. Sayana was sure that even if she had screamed to the top of her lungs, the noise would have been drowned by the rustling of the cloths and the sound of his snowshoes on the ground.

As on keyword, he now clawed his hand harder into her buttock. Sayana chortled, and she flailed her unbound calves. He now caressed her, only to pinch her again after a while, and finally, Sayana understood the signal: whenever she stopped kicking with her feet, he pinched her. Ther could be no other reason than he obviously loved the sight of her flailing calves so close to his eyes, maybe, he also enjoyed the helplessness it implied.

»Maybe, it turns him on!«

More and more, this aspect of her abduction came to Sayana’s mind. He had stripped her naked without a real reason, and his hand on her butt proved that he was not indifferent to her body, though he obviously didn’t care about her consent.

Whatever he was, the man was also not supernatural. After a while, he lowered her to the ground, and she could hear him sit down beside her. Then, her feet were grabbed, and Sayana could feel him rub and caress them. His warm hands felt good on her icy toes, and though Sayana wasn’t ticklish, she felt a shudder when his rough thumbs brushed over her bare soles. To her amazement, she felt that she relaxed a bit under his caresses, and when he continued to massage her feet even after they had gotten warm again, she didn’t try to break free, but just allowed him to continue.

»Allons-y, belle sorcière!«, he finally stated, and Sayana felt how he kept her feet from landing in the snow as he got to his feet. Then, he almost gently draped her over his other shoulder, and then, she could feel his hand find a way under the blanket. She mewed when his thumb wandered between her legs whilst his other fingers clawed into her other buttock. His grip grew harder, and Sayana began to flail again, though the air felt chilly on her moving feet. Immediately, the vice grip turned into a more tender kneading, and their trip continued.

***

Whilst Romy had put on new clothes, Trixi had quickly checked what had been taken from her bedroom. First, she had wondered that though someone had rummaged through all her drawers and bags, nothing was missing: there was still the radio, their passports and the purse with the Swiss Franks that were also the currency in Liechtenstein. Even her reserve gun and the ammunition had been left behind. Only then had she noticed that the mysterious third party had not just brought her belongings in disorder.

Her underwear drawer had been searched, too, and here, Trixi found her two fresh pairs of panties cut to pieces. She went for the pile of laundry from her dirty clothes bag, and there, she found further evidence of a very special interest: her two pairs of used panties were gone, as was the pair of used stockings and the four dirty socks she had kept there. Shaking her head, she returned to Romy who had put on another chemise, so transparent her bra was clearly visible, and a pair of trousers. Romy was about to put on a new sweater, too, when she noticed Trixi.

»He stole my used panties! I mean, except for one pair!«

She pointed at Daisy who still had the panties over her head, now clinging to her sweat-clad face. Trixi approached her and pushed one finger under the panty hood, feeling that the girl’s mouth had been plastered with pieces of tape. The bulge in the Black’s cheeks indicated that her mouth had been thoroughly packed.

»Now, my friend from the bush, are you chewing on my dirty underwear, or on Romy’s?«

Daisy just mmphed and tried to turn her head away. Since Trixi had spoken German, she hadn’t understood the words, but it was clear that this woman was no friend.

Meanwhile, Romy had finished dressing, and Trixi removed the noose from around Daisy’s neck, but left her bonds, gag and the panty hood in place as she grabbed her upper arm and forced her onto her feet. The girl staggered, but Trixi forced her to follow her to the ladder. She had to hop to do so.

She now expected the blonde to cut her ankle ties, but instead, the brunette climbed down, and the blonde now grabbed her hair and hissed:

»You speak German?«

Daisy shook her head.

»English?«

Now, she nodded, and Trixi forced her to look at her.

»We will now lower you down! Romy will take your feet, and if you kick her, I’ll cut off your ears! Did you get me?«

Daisy nodded, trying to hide her fear. The blonde sounded and acted as if she meant business. Then, she mewed with alarm as she felt the German grab her crotch rope that was still in place, though quite loose now. She grabbed the point where the rope coming up between her buttocks was tied to her waist rope, and then, she pushed Daisy forward.

»Mhhrrrmmmm!«

Her muffled scream of panic was followed by a squeal of pain when the crotch rope stopped her fall, sending a terrible pain through her sensitive nerves between her legs. Unable to control herself, Daisy twitched, and it took Romy a few moments to grab her bound feet. This, however, did little to ease the pain, for the brunette didn’t actually carry some of Daisy’s weight. Instead, she held her ankles by the rope tied around them and then started to tickle Daisy’s soles.

»Easy, girl, you will split yourself in two!«, Trixi laughed as she climbed down the ladder, her one hand still holding Daisy by her crotch rope. The helpless girl bucked and twitched, screaming and squealing through her gag as Romy attacked her ticklish feet whilst the line of fire between her legs made her feel as if she was sitting astride a red hot barbed wire. When the Germans let her dump to the floor, Daisy panted and wheezed, unable to hold back her tears.

Trixi now took two pieces of rope she had taken with her from upstairs, and she then grabbed the shovel Nesrin had left behind, removing the stick. With the latter, she poked Daisy’s side.

»Roll on your belly!«

Daisy, still feeling the pain pucker in her soft flesh, and still trying to catch breath through the panties over her nose, obeyed, not wanting to know what this mean woman would do with the stick if she got angry.

Trixi playfully hit her captive’s buttocks with the stick before she pushed it under her crotch rope, so on each side half of it protruded. Then, she told Romy to hold Daisy’s feet. Turning to her comrade, she asked:

»What do you think, will she be a good girl and hold still this time?«

Instead of an answer, Romy brushed over Daisy’s soles again, and she couldn’t help twitching and squirming. Trixi chuckled.

»That’s what I thought! Now, how many of your friends are we facing, if they try to get here and reunite with you?«

Daisy couldn’t answer, even if she had wanted to, but Romy instead stated:

»If this strange man has abducted the other Black, we still have three, plus Fiona!«

»Well, Maths wasn’t my strongest suit at school, but that makes four altogether, am I right?«

She took the two ends of the stick and turned it around like a propeller, one full turn. Since it was pushed through Daisy’s crotch rope, it tightened, turning from loose to snug.

»One!«

She did three more turns, and for Daisy, her counting felt like »Tight – painfully tight – agonizingly tight!« She whimpered as for the second time, it felt as if her crotch was split in two, and this time, it wasn’t just for mere seconds.

Trixi placed one of her booted feet on Daisy’s butt, so the stick couldn’t rotate back, and Romy untied her ankles, but only to bend her knees and retie her ankles to both sides of the stick, some two feet apart from each other. Now, not only would each move of her legs add to the pain between her legs, she no longer could roll onto her side, and her feet were exposed to anyone who wanted to test her ticklishness once again.

The blonde now showed she had also brought the noose with her, and she let it dangle in front of the frightened Daisy’s eyes before she undid the hangman’s knot and bent over the helpless girl. Since Daisy’s wrists were crossed at her nape and tied to her neck, her arms formed two openings through which Trixi now threaded the rope. Then, she stepped between the Black’s legs and pulled as if the rope were reins. Daisy groaned as her arms were pulled backwards, adding strain in her shoulders to her pains, and she was forced to arch her back, until her breasts only loosely rested on the carpet and her body formed a hideous bow. Only when Daisy had screamed a second time, Trixi and Romy tied the ends off to the stick, so trying to lower her upper body even a little bit would have dire consequences on her most intimate parts. Trixi crouched and brought her face close to Daisy’s eyes, so she could see a small mole at her left eyebrow.

»Now, we will wait for your friends! They sure want you back well and alive, and now, they can see on first sight that we are not playing around!«

***