The wrong Side of the River 5

Sayana had never gotten a formal education, and thus, terms like »sensory deprivation« didn’t exist in her vocabulary. However, even if she had known the expression, she would have described her current experience different. Maybe, she would have called her senses focussed or concentrated on one thing: arousal.

Her heavy blindfold was still in place, but didn’t a girl close her eyes when kissing or in ecstasy anyway? It helped to concentrate on her other senses, and there was no actual need to see right now. Also, her ears were only able to get the small sounds that all seemed to have to do with her lust: her heavy breathing, accompanied by occasional sighing and chortling, The breath of Tiny Tim, the rustling and creaking of the bed, and the smacks of his kisses. Sayana inhaled deeply. Her head was still covered with the scarf and the strange woman’s panties, and now, she was able to get the nuances of that specific fragrance: the perfume, a bit austere, but pleasant; her sweat, and, most dominant, her womb, having a strong odour of a barely tamed animal. She could imagine the previous owner, a strong and tall woman, and the thought added to her excitement. The panties in her mouth tasted different, a bittersweet mixture of a very feminine perfume and hidden arousal tickling Sayana’s taste buds.

However, the epitome of impressions was feeling. Sayana felt like hovering, and indeed, only her head and shoulders seemed to have contact with the bed. She was pressed against the pillow and the wall, upholstered by the pillow, her back arched whilst her thighs rested on Tiny Tim’s shoulders – though »resting« didn’t describe her constant writhing and squirming.

The man’s hands were in constant motion, starting at her back, wandering down her spine, caressing the now tingling scar, until they reached her butt and clawed into her buttocks, pulling her middle closer to his mouth. His face was buried deep in her womb, and Sayana wondered how Tiny Tim could even breathe, given how deep his restless tongue was pushing inside her. She thrusted forward, and he adjusted to it, using his hands on her buttocks to assist her movements. Sayana lost all control, rubbing her slippery flesh all over his nose, mouth and chin, and her heels drummed a staccato on the man’s back as she climaxed, allowing her to see dancing bright rings in front of her blindfolded eyes.

The orgasm wasn’t just physical fulfilment. Sayana’s introduction to sex had been early and harsh, during the passage on the slave ship, but of course, this had been the opposite of love. Later, there had been first an overseer, then, her master, with whom she had shared the bed, partially to prevent her sister from getting raped, partially to earn a few privileges. Again, this had been far from love, and so, the first really consensual act had been when she had been together with Daisy, though this had been more of a »heat of the moment«-thing. The first man she had deliberately slept with had been Tiny Tim – and now, she was experiencing similar joys with someone who could be called his true reincarnation.

Exhausted and still excited, Sayana felt that there no longer was a man’s head between her legs. Tiny Tim was still cuddled against her, and she could feel him unwind the tape from her eyes and mouth. Then, the damp scarf was removed, and though the panties were still over her nose, she now could breathe more easily. She felt him dab her body with the cloth; then, the panties were pulled from her head, and he kissed her nose whilst rubbing over her body again with the damp garment.

Then, he removed the tape forcing her jaws together, and Sayana groaned when she could move her lower jaw for the first time in hours. Now able to moan again, she was surprised how loud it sounded. He untied the knotted cloth in front of her mouth, and then, he slowly removed the cloth crammed between her teeth, above the panties in her mouth. He let it slide over her face, and she sensed it had been a long, but flimsy silk stocking. Now, only the thin band tied between her lips prevented her from expelling her gag. Tiny Tim took her face between his hands and kissed her lips. She could smell and even taste her juices on his face, and it made her let out a fluttering breath.

»Now, there are two questions for you to answer, sweet Sayana!«

»Mhm?«

He kissed her gagged mouth again, and when he shifted his position, she could feel something touch her pubic mound. Something hard and hot, and she knew what it was.

»Of course, he could not finish!«

Sayana moved a bit closer, so her moist pubic hair rubbed over the tip of his penis, and she could hear him gasp. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse:

»The first question is – will it be safe for me to remove your blindfold now, or should I better – make sure you are no danger?«

Sayana slung one leg around him, and he rolled upon her. She reared up and sighed with pleasure as he thrust inside her. There was a difference, but like his granduncle, he hadn’t earned his nickname from that part of his anatomy.

He started slowly, and he whispered:

»The second question is – are you a screamer, so I should leave you gagged?«

He thrust deep inside her, and her loud groan seemed to answer that question in a way that flattered his male ego.

***

Though the distance was just a mile, the way to the Germans’ house proved to be quite straining. The first part, where they could follow the »main road«, was even, and the snow was trampled down – but it was near the centre of the village, and so, there had been other people. Marguerite had pressed the barrel of the gun so hard into Eva’s ribs it would cause a bruise, and the others had gathered around her close, so she couldn’t think of getting away. In addition, whenever someone had been closer than 100 yards, they had sung all kind of songs, some not to be written in decades, to drown any noise the blonde could make through her gag.

Finally, with the trees in sight, they had thought they had made it. Then, the man had shown up, just 30 yards away, and Eva had seen her chance. She let herself fall, and when she did, the skirtings of her dress slid up her legs, revealing the rope tying her knees. Lilly reacted too late, but to her relief, Marguerite threw herself over Eva whilst Nesrin stepped between her and the man, whirling some snow as she did so.

»There’s nothing to see for you, Sir!«

Behind her, Marguerite had fought to keep the flailing Eva down, forcing herself to giggle as she did so. Lilly also laughed.

»They are a bit tipsy! Now, we want to have some tea with our friends!«

The man had chuckled and left, and Marguerite had meanwhile managed to get the upper hand on the bound and gagged blonde. She pressed the gun to her chest and stared daggers at her. Eva panted, her eyes looking like saucers. She winced as the man disappeared from view.

Lilly felt guilty for doing so, but they could take no chances. Once they were in the forest, she removed the knee tie, only to tie the rope around Eva’s neck, using the other end like a leash to force the girl to stumble behind her.

They reached the clearing, and they saw daisy, still hogtied, gagged and hooded, still naked except for her panties. She was moving slightly, indicating she was still alive. They stormed down the hill, only to be stopped by the two Germans, the brunette again aiming at them with the Mauser.

»Where’s Fiona?«

»We had – different opinions!«

Backed by Romy, Trixi approached and when she reached out, Marguerite handed her the Luger. The German then took the leash from Lilly and pulled the reluctant Eva closer.

»Miss Heyden, I presume! I am sure you can’t expect getting home into the Reich!«

The others had bent over Daisy who was covered with goosebumps, trembling all over, and the panties over her head were partially frozen. When Trixi told them to get her inside, they did so, not considering that this could be a trap.

Trixi had prepared one pair of cuffs, and she let them snap around Eva’s booted ankles before she pushed her to her knees and tied the neck rope to the chain between the cuffs, forcing her to stay in the kneeling position.

Lilly, Nesrin and Marguerite had gathered around Daisy who was lying on the carpet. Nesrin was rubbing and massaging the Black’s right foot, blowing warm air onto her toes whilst picking on the ropes tying her ankle, and Marguerite did the same to her left foot, as if she hadn’t been a slave owner’s daughter until a week ago. Lilly had pulled the panties from Daisy’s head and was rubbing her back and sides, cuddling against her friend to give her some warmth. Trixi watched the scene with considerable contempt.

»Sometimes, it seems like it’s a matter of attitude and not of race whether you are superior or – a wild savage!«

Leaning against the wall, close to the kneeling Eva, she watched as the girls finally freed the Black’s legs. She groaned with relief when the stick was removed, ending the painful pressure of her crotch rope. Marguerite and Nesrin still massaged her legs, and Lilly had now freed her arms and was picking on the strips of tape plastering her mouth. Then, she pulled a black pair of panties from her mouth, a pair Trixi recognized as her own.

When they had all gathered by the oven, Daisy with Lilly’s coat over her body, and her feet on Nesrin’s lap whilst Marguerite was cuddling against the Persian, Trixi told Romy to get to the window again. Then, she ostentatiously cleared her throat.

»Now that we are even, we might get things organized! That is, if you don’t insist that we kill all four of you before we leave this nice little country!«

Only now, the girls realized they were now at the mercy of the Germans. Lilly shuddered. The Germans! She was German, too, and so was Nesrin, though she had been born in Iran. Though it didn’t matter, she decided to think of the two agents as »the Nazis«.

»According to us, there are three possibilities. First, you told the truth, and you left Fiona somewhere, either dead or restrained. Then, it might be some time until someone will find you, but you should have thought about that before you quarrelled. Maybe, the guy who abducted the other Black will show up again!«

This caused Romy to shudder, as she remembered how this unknown man had tied the nearly naked Daisy to her, connecting them by a rope that had teased her-

She gulped and forced herself to concentrate on the outside.

»Second, she has stayed behind and will show up when we have left. Then, it will be a happy end for all – well, most of all!«

She patted Eva’s shoulder, and when the blonde mewed, she added:

»Of course, you coming with us to Germany is a constant part of all options!«

She turned towards the others again:

»Anyway, the third option is that Fiona is somewhere out there, waiting to attack us once we are leaving. Well, I have an idea for that, too! But first, you may reunite!«

She opened Eva’s leg cuffs and took off her coat so she could also cut the ropes binding her. Then, Trixi left it to the girl to remove the shawl, headscarf and gag. The blonde didn’t seem pleased by the idea to get over to her abductors, but Trixi was the one with the gun, and so, she obeyed. Surprisingly friendly, Trixi now asked:

»How’s the Black Pearl doing?«

Daisy’s feet still felt cold and numb, but the warmth had worked wonders, and she was already able to sit up and glance at the German. Trixi let her eyes wander over her nearly nude body, and she then ordered:

»Get over to the pillar!«

Daisy had to lean heavily on Lilly to get up, and she staggered twice on the two yard trip to the wooden pillar in the middle of the room. She sank down when Trixi ordered her to lean against it, and then, she cuffed Daisy’s wrists behind it. Then, she aimed at her head and looked at the other girls.

»Eva, and you, the small brunette, what’s your name?«

Lilly told her, and they were made to get up and stand side by side. Trixi let her eyes wander over them, and then said:

»You know, this is my second trip to a foreign country. Two years ago, I have been in Norway for a week! They have a custom there I very much appreciated!«

»Getting banged by a moose?«, Lilly blurted, and, after staring at her with disbelief, Trixi laughed heartily.

»You are funny! I would regret if I had to kill you! No, I am talking about taking off your shoes inside the house! Lilly, since you don’t mind cuddling with her«, she pointed at daisy with the barrel of her Luger, »you sure will also not mind acting as boot-girl for a Half-Jew!«

Lilly swallowed a comment about even a moose rejecting a girl like the blonde Nazi, and she then undid Eva’s shoelaces and made her step out of them.

»The socks, too!«

This was a more intimate thing to do, and Lilly couldn’t help looking up, getting a glimpse of Eva’s garters, and her lacy panties. Lilly now turned for her own boots and took them off. Trixi watched, but when Lilly wanted to get up again, she said:

»Who told you to stop?«

Lilly’s eyes widened, and Trixi added:

»These are not your clothes, but Romy’s! So, since you  ae no longer needing them, you have to turn them back!«

Lilly started with the sweater. Since she wore a shirt underneath, she wouldn’t reveal anything. However, the blonde just made an inviting gesture whilst the barrel of her gun brushed over Daisy’s cheek. So, Lilly also took off the trousers and then the shirt.

»The socks, too!«

She obeyed, leaving her in just bra and panties. She knew that these were borrowed, too, and the look in Trixi’s eyes told her she knew as well.

»You want to keep the bra and panties?«

»Y-yes!«, Lilly croaked, and Trixi nodded as if this was a strange preference.

»And this Black Pearl’s your friend?«

»She is!«, Lilly replied with a steadier voice. »And her name is Désirée!«

Trixi raised an eyebrow.

»Proof it!«

Lilly blinked, having no idea how she could do that. Then, she stepped over to Daisy and crouched. Taking her face gently between her hands, she kissed her friend’s lips.

»Hm, that’s still not convincing! Take her foot!«

Puzzled, Lilly sat down and obeyed, trying not to tickle Daisy in the progress. Her toes still felt like icicles, and so, she caressed and rubbed it.

»Better – but you also want to keep your bra and panties – or should I say, Romy’s bra and panties?«

She raised her index finger, as if she was a teacher giving a lecture:

»Clothes serve two purposes! One is modesty, but I can’t expect a savage and a savage’s friend to have some. The other aspect is keeping us warm! So, if you want to keep your bra, you have to put your – friend’s foot under the cup!«

Daisy wanted to protest, but Lilly shook her head and then, she pushed the Black’s foot under her bra, shivering when her cold flesh touched her breast. Just to show she didn’t matter, she even continued massaging her foot.

»All right – but there’s still one more foot – and one more piece of underwear!«

Lilly sighed. Then, she turned onto her side, opened her thighs and told Daisy to do what she had been told, she wouldn’t mind.

Daisy intended to just push her foot between Lilly’s legs, but Trixi bent down, lifted the waistband of the panties and made an inviting gesture. Reluctantly, Daisy pushed her foot inside the garment, and Lilly gasped as she felt the cold toes brush over her pubic mound. However, she forced herself to close her legs, trapping Daisy’s foot. At least, she would get warm soon that way.

Only when Trixi rose, Nesrin and Marguerite realized that perhaps, they had just wasted an opportunity to disarm the blonde. However, there was still Romy, and she still had the rifle.

»Now, what do we have here? A Frenchwoman and a Gypsy! What’s your favourite dish – frogs or hedgehogs?«

Nesrin ignored the insult, but when Marguerite had reached for her hand, she had taken it, and now, Trixi again raised an eyebrow.

»So, you are good friends? Very good friends? Close friends?«

She aimed at them and hissed:

»Proof it!«

Kissing each other was nothing Nesrin and Marguerite had to be forced to, and so, they exchanged a long and passionate kiss until Trixi told them to stop.

»Well, that fits! Both the French and the Gypsies are thieves – though this time, it was only clothes you took!«

She forced both girls to strip down to their bras and panties, though in Marguerite’s case, she allowed her to keep the garter belt and stockings, too. Then, she ordered Nesrin to take of Marguerite’s bra.

»Take as long as you need – but one hand always has to be on her breast!«

Nesrin brushed over Marguerite’s cheek before she cupped her right breast. With her other hand, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Being a model from the 1930ies, it had several small hooks that were a bit bothersome to undo, but finally, she had it open, and with the help of Marguerite, she removed the garment. Trixi ordered the French to take off Nesrin’s bra, too, and Marguerite obeyed. Then, both topless girls had to stand side by side, their hands folded on the tops of their heads, and Trixi ogled their boobs.

»Gypsy girl, yours look even bigger than mine, though I am sure they will sag when you are older! Frenchie, aren’t you jealous your – friend’s tits are so much bigger than yours?«

Nesrin blushed, a blush that turned even deeper when she was forced to translate the question for Marguerite. The blonde straightened, took Nesrin’s hand and looked calmly at Trixi as she replied:

»Elle sont magnifique – e je l’aime!«

Now, Romy laughed, and she explained:

»She says they are marvellous – and she loves her!«

If now, someone had poured water on Nesrin’s cheeks, it would have vaporized immediately. She looked at Marguerite, and when she saw that she also blushed, she blew a kiss to her. Trixi interrupted the moment:

»Now, get face to face – or better, boobs to boobs!«

Once the two girls stood vis a vis, Marguerite had to spread her legs to her sides, until their nipples were even. They had to get so close their breasts touched; then, Nesrin had to hug Marguerite, and Trixi tied her wrists at the small of the blonde’s back. She then landed a smacking slap on Marguerite’s buttocks before she made her hug Nesrin and tied her wrists, too. Nesrin steeled herself for getting spanked, too, but instead, Trixi cut a long piece of rope and threw it over a ceiling beam. The girls had to shuffle until they were under the beam, and Trixi then threaded one dangling end between Marguerite’s spread legs, then, with a little effort, between Nesrin’s thighs, too. She pulled the slack out, so the rope was snug, and then tied the ends together before she pulled, so the knots wandered up to the beam.

»Stay like that for the moment! You may kiss if you want!«

She turned towards Eva who had watched the show with horror. Trixi draped the trousers and sweater she had forced Lilly to take off over a chair and ordered:

»Strip!«

»No, please, I-«

Trixi jumped forward, grabbed the dress by the neckline and tore with such ferocity it came off completely, leaving the girl in her underwear and chemise. She had shrieked at Trixi’s attack, and when she told her to remove the chemise, she obeyed, standing there trembling in bra, panties and gartered stockings.

»We will ride in a way where it’s better if you wear those«, Trixi explained, pointing at the clothes at the chair, »but first-«

She cut a length of rope, doubled it and slung it around Eva’s waist, pulling it tight. Eva gasped and reflexively tried to pull on the rope, but Trixi told her to put her fingers onto her head.

»And leave them there, I you don’t want me to cut them off! We need your knowledge, not your handiwork!«

Not too gentle, she then pushed the rope’s ends between Eva’s legs and produced a crotch rope, pulling it so tight her pubic mound was bisected, and the girl whimpered. However, she managed to keep her hands on her head.

»Just to remind you who’s in charge! Now, put on the trousers and sweater!«

Obviously, the movements necessary to put on a pair of trousers had tightening consequences on the crotch rope, for the girl ached as she put on the clothes. Trixi told her to continue with her boots, and again, this seemed to cause some discomfort. When she was finished, Trixi made her put on a pair of gloves, too. Then, she used the second pair of handcuffs and tied her hands in front of her body. With a piece of rope, she then tied Eva’s ankles, leaving two dangling ends.

»We are almost finished!«

She grabbed he chain of Eva’s handcuffs and raised her arms. For a second, it looked as if she wanted to dance with her, but then, in a swift move, she pushed her backwards and pulled her hands down, so the girl landed on her butt and her arms were slug around her bent legs. Using the dangling ends of the ankle tie, Trixi tied them to her handcuffs, forcing her to remain in the ball position whilst Eva whimpered as this position put even more pressure on the rope between her legs.

Ignoring her aching, Trixi now left, only to come back with a roll of flesh-coloured tape. She cut two pieces and placed them over Eva’s eyes before putting a pair of sunglasses on top. Then, she cut a few more pieces and also took the shawl and the headscarf that had hidden Eva’s gag before. She also looked at the crumpled sock that had been stuffed into her mouth, but she then had a better idea.

»Lilly!«

Lilly twitched. For a few minutes, she had been lying on her side, with Daisy’s foot inside her panties whilst she had caressed the other one inside her bra. From time to time, she had tried to signal Daisy that she was okay, that she felt not humiliated by warming up a friend. Indeed, Daisy’s toes now were warm again. However, though the position had been more than awkward, Lilly feared that Trixi had something mean in mind. She slowly approached the German that towered her by some eight inches, and the blonde bent down and whispered something into her ear. Lilly shook her head and wanted to protest, but Trixi added, louder this time:

»You will do it – unless you want me to shoot one of your friends, of course!«

Lilly took a few deep breaths. Then, she stepped towards Daisy, bending down to her and brushing over her chin.

»Sorry for what I have to do now!«

»Whatever it is, it’s not your fault, Lilly!«, Daisy replied. Lilly lowered her head. And reached for Daisy’s hips, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Then, she took the garment off. Daisy crossed her legs, but there was little chance she could hide anything from view.

As Trixi had ordered, Lilly now turned the panties inside out and approached the sitting Eva. Trixi stepped behind the girl, and without a warning, she put her in a chokehold and pinched her nose shut. Eva shrieked and squirmed, gasping for air through her mouth.

Lilly knew that her captor meant business, and so, she started stuffing the garment into her mouth. Eva protested, but that was turned into groans, groans that grew more intense as she realized what she was gagged with. She tried to break free, but Trixi just tightened her grip, forcing her to endure getting the used panties packed all the way into her mouth. Lilly then sealed her mouth with the strips of tape, not daring to apologize for Trixi had forbidden her to do so.

»You have forgotten something, Lilly! Say it – or else!«

With tears in her eyes, and almost inaudible, Lilly uttered:

»I-I hope you l-l-like black pu-pussies!«

»Mmhrrrmmm! Uuhmmmm! Nnnggg!«

Eva vigorously shook her head, trying to get rid of the tape to spit out the dreadful panties, but Trixi now tied the headscarf over her head, pulling the knots tight, so she had to bite down on her gag. Then, she tied the shawl over her mouth and nose.

»Now, she’s ready for transport into the Reich! But before we leave, we have to take care of our other guests!«

***

Sayana found out that Tiny Tim shared a habit with the Comte de Rey, her previous owner: he had also smoked when he had shared the bed with her. However, in her completely exhausted state, she didn’t mind the cigarette and even took a few draws when he held it to her mouth.

She looked at the clothesline where two pairs of panties hung beside a pair of silk stockings and two cloths. She was amazed that all this had been used to gag her. He had freed her completely after he had been able to rise from her body, after it had taken him some effort to carry on until she had reached her second climax – the third if she counted the time she had enjoyed his mouth. Obviously, he now was convinced that he could risk keeping her ungagged and without the blindfold, and only her wrists were bound behind her back with a scarf. Tiny Tim had an arm around her, and he seemed as exhausted as her, though in his case, it hadn’t reduced any supernatural powers. Sayana guessed that it would take at least a day until she had recovered. Even walking wasn’t a thing right now, and she tried to ignore her urge to pee.

»Kiss me!«, she breathed, and he obeyed. She thought that she could lie like this for a while. Then, however, a memory fought its way back into her head, and she pushed him back.

»My – my friends! I have to go back to them!«

Tiny Tim frowned.

»I won’t let you go! Not after all these years!«

From a moment, she thought that he spoke for his granduncle, but then, she remembered that he had been obsessed with her since he had told his nephew about her. It made her expression soften a bit, but she insisted.

»Please! They – they need me!«

»Not as much as I do!«

She sighed, and when he smiled, she did the same. Then, however, she continued:

»They need me to get back to their time!«

She was used that this caused raised eyebrows or laughter, but the Gurkha, who obviously had listened well to his granduncle, seemed curious.

»So, you can really travel through time? I mean, we could visit Julius Caesar, and then see how the Pyramids were built, all on the same day!«

»It doesn’t work like that – and right now, it wouldn’t work at all!«

Obviously, enough blood had returned above his waist for hi to understand her last sentence, for a broad grin built on his face. Sayana boxed against his shoulder.

»Stop grinning, you – you-, aahh, I can’t even find a fitting swear word for you! You have made me helpless!«

He seemed to take this as yet another compliment, but he turned serious and listened when she told him the whole story of how she had started sending people through time, not omitting her own role, when she had helped kidnapping Lilly, Nesrin and Daisy from the 21st century.

»Wow! All this so we end up here in my hut!«

Sayana responded when he kissed her. She also believed that there had been a reason they had landed in that tiny country at a time when Tiny Tim’s relative was there, only to abduct and seduce her. Then, she told him about her concerns about the dissonances in the flow of time she had caused.

»Maybe, if these things aren’t brought in order, the whole world will collapse!«

Though he lived alone and hadn’t much contact with others, Tiny Tim hadn’t lived under a stone the last years, and every two weeks, he bought a newspaper.

»If Hitler continues like this, we will soon have a war bigger than the Great War!«

He looked at her and caressed her cheek as he spoke.

»We will look after your friends! But not now! After all, you are too weakened to even make it to the door, let alone back into the valley!«

»He! I may be some 200 years older than you, but I am not that old!«

It didn’t help her point that little later, she needed his help to stagger outside where she quickly relieved her bladder whilst he held her by her arms (he had freed her wrists before they had left the hut). Sayana could see they were in a tiny hut, surrounded by snowy mountains. It was a beautiful scenery, but it was also cold and she was still naked, and so, she quickly went inside again, not resisting when Tiny Tim warmed her feet. Suddenly, she rose, slung her arms around his neck and kissed him.

»Thank you for helping my friends!«

»I haven’t done anything yet! And I will only help you under one condition! That it won’t mean letting you go!«

Sayana knew she couldn’t give that promise. Perhaps, it would calm the dissonances she sensed if she just sent the other girls back into their time. When thinking about that, she thought about the drama this would cause between Nesrin and Marguerite.

However, she was also far from the time she was born. What if she had to return, too? Suddenly, flashbacks from the plantation hit her: her ambiguous role as the Master’s concubine, the harsh punishments, the inescapable servitude. She cuddled against Tiny Tim, and when he took her in his arms, she sobbed uncontrollably, trembling like aspen foliage.

»Hold me tight!«, she begged.

***