The wrong Side of the River 7

The bike was designed for uneven terrain, and Trixi was a good driver, so, she could accelerate to some 20 mph once they had reached the more or less ploughed »main road«. It wasn’t much, but enough to bring her out of reach of Fiona and her shotgun before the redhead had climbed from the ditch.

»Where the hell are you going?«

The road to Austria was behind her, and the border was just a few kilometres away. Of course, the two Germans would have to pass the control post, but that was just a simple barrier manned by two or three Policemen. The German side was heavier guarded, but they were on the same side and sure, they wouldn’t mind assisting the agents – unless-

»Unless they want to avoid anyone noticing what they are doing!«

The control posts would at least have a cursory look at the bike, and then, all Eva had to do was moan. If they then broke through the barrier, it would at least be in the newspapers, and there would be rumours about German agents abducting someone from a neutral country.

»So, where are you going? The Swiss won’t let you pass either!«

Then, she suddenly realized what they were planning, and she knew she had to follow them. However, if she would walk, it would take her hours, and she had no car. Hell, the whole village only had two motorized vehicles – the Mercedes of the mayor that would be locked in a barn, and-

Fiona could see the red and white sign some 300 yards away, and she started to run.

***

Tiny Tim had one hand behind Sayana’s neck, at the same time caressing her nape and loosening the knots of the stocking that cleave-gagged her. He was out of breath, and she could see some sweat pearls on his forehead, but he was grinning broadly.

»I was – right! You would have – caused – an avalanche!«

»Mph!«

She was glistering with sweat, and in her case, calling her out of breath would have been an understatement. Okay, this was perhaps because Tiny Tim had been lying lazily on his back whilst she had done all the rocking and thrusting whist sitting on top of him. Sayana tried to look angry, but failed miserably. The Gurkha loosened the cleave gag and placed his hand gently over her mouth.

»You are a screamer, sweet Sayana!«

»Mph!«

Slowly, he pulled the sopping panties from her mouth and kissed her moist lips. Sayana lolled weakly on the sheets, too exhausted to even respond to his kiss. She croaked something unintelligible, and Tiny Tim chuckled.

»Hoarse?«

Earlier, he had prepared some tea, and he now filled two mugs, handing one to her. The tea had grown lukewarm, but it was strong and sweet, and Sayana drank greedily. Then, whilst he refilled her mug, she said:

»We must talk!«

Ostentatiously, Tiny Tim rolled his eyes and reached for the panties. However, when he saw her look, he dropped them and sad down on the bed. Sayana took his hand.

»You – you have made me very lucky!«

»Oh, I can’t complain either!«, he joked, but Sayana just continued:

»Not just in the bed, I mean – everything! Somehow, I feel that I have only now really escaped from slavery!«

He kissed her.

»If you continue like that, I will be the first Gurkha ever to blush!«

Sayana giggled, the thought was too funny. Then, however, she turned serious again:

»However, you are not the only person that matters to me!«

Knowing whom she was talking about, Tiny Tim nodded, taking a long sip from his tea. Obviously, he was thinking about what to say, and Sayana looked at him with anticipation.

»All right, I will look after them!«, he finally stated, and Sayana felt a wave of relief and gratefulness run through her. Then, however, she thought twice and sat up.

»You mean, we will go, don’t you?«

Tiny Tim shook his head.

»There are two possibilities. First, they are still at the house, and all I have to do is telling them that you are with me, and we can meet whenever they want. However, if they are in trouble, I don’t want you to get in danger!«

Had Sayana been born in a later century, she might have protested. But not only in the Caribbean of the 18th century, but also in the African society where she had been raised, it was common that things like going to war was done by men. In addition, she doubted that in her current state, she would have been of much use, or even able to walk down the mountain. The ability to finally shed all the tears from years, in combination with four orgasms, had left her in a languor that was pleasant, but nevertheless making her feel weak.

»Don’t take any unnecessary risks either!«, she begged and slung her arms around his neck. When they had exchanged a kiss, she watched him put on his clothes and stowing his Kukri and a revolver. First, she thought that he was getting his climbing equipment when he reached for a coiled leather rope, but then, she watched him look at her whilst cutting a few lengths.

»Wha-what do y-you have in m-mind?«

»Making sure you won’t follow me!«

»Bu-but-«

»Yes, your butt is very nice and shapely, and I want it to stay that way! So, I will make sure you don’t use your witch’s aura to sense I am in trouble, leave this hut and get yourself into danger!«

She watched him throw the bunch of leather thongs into a bucket filled with water, and she knew that he was about to tie her up, whether she fought it or not. Sayana tried another approach:

»If something happens to you, I will starve!«

Tiny Tim sat on the bed, took her hands and looked at her.

»This hut is visited only by me and my colleague. And as chance would have it, his shift starts tomorrow. So, even if I break my little toe, or worse, you would be saved within the next 24 hours!«

The idea of being tied up an entire day wasn’t too appealing, but Sayana knew that he would do it, and so, she just sighed and said:

»For every hour, I demand a compensation!«

»With pleasure, sweet witch!«

She would have expected him to tie her wrists, but instead, he started by tying a moist rope around her waist. It seemed loose, but it would shrink if it dried, though her perspiration would prevent it from getting too tight. Then, he took a second thong and to Sayana’s surprise, he started threading wooden pearls on it, each some inch in diameter.

»What’s that? A pearl necklace for the girl you leave behind?«

»So to say!«

He put a knot in both ends, so the pearls would stay, and then, he knelt on the bed, between her legs. Sayana was surprised when he reached under her and tied one end of the pearl string to her waist rope. He was so close to her private parts that she felt his breath there, and the feeling wasn’t unpleasant at all. Then, she sighed as he slowly worked the pearls into her cleft, kneading her buttocks in the progress.

»Oh! That feels – interesting!«

»Once I am back, I will take care of all the interests your backdoor might have!«, he promised, continuing his work by tying off the crotch rope, after he had taken care the pearls were neatly seated between her labia and went over her clit.

»When I am ready with you, you won’t be able to move much – but maybe, it will be just enough to pass the hours!«

As if to encourage her to play with the crotch rope, he then used the scarf to tie her wrists in front of her body, crossing them ´, and tying the ends to the pearl string. Sayana thought that this tie was almost convenient, but wouldn’t hold her for long.

Tiny Tim then tied one of the leather thongs above the scarf, so her hands were better restrained. Then, he took a shoelace and tied her big toes together.

»Here’s a souvenir I brought from India!«

He opened a box and Sayana could see a folded cloth made of off-white silk. It was a Saree, and he placed her on one edge, so the cloth reached from her ankles to just below her breasts. He tightly wrapped it around her several times, cocooning her. Then, he secured the Saree wrap with leather thongs; one around her ankles, two above and below her knees, one around her thighs. The fifth went around her waist, pinning her lower arms to her womb, and the sixth and last, he tied around her torso, right below her breasts. Sayana squirmed a bit, realizing the cocoon was surprisingly tight, given the fact it didn’t hurt.

»Now, just in case I need a little longer and the fire goes out!«

From under the bed, he produced a down-filled sleeping bag and packed her inside, knotting it at her neck. Then, he used a long hemp rope to wind it around both Sayana and the bed several times, so she could hardly move on the mattress.

»Comfy?«

»I feel hot – and helpless!«

Just as I like you, sweet Sayana!«

She saw he had once again picked up the panties, and she shook her head.

»No, please! Even if I scream, who would hear me?«

»You are forgetting about the avalanches!«

Sayana looked at his eyes, and she saw that he just liked gagging her, whether it was necessary or not. Whatever she could do would only prolong it for a few seconds.

»But – why these panties? I mean, they are not even mine, and they taste vile!«

»Just because I can!«, Tiny Tim replied and picked up one of his discarded socks. He wrapped the panties around it and approached her face. Sayana clenched her mouth shut, and he bent over her and kissed her nose, followed by her tightened lips. His lips plucked on hers, and his tongue pushed forward, as if knocking to be let in. Suddenly, his dangling amulet touched hers, and a blissful tingle shot through her. She parted her lips and kissed him back. She weakly writhed in her tight cocoon as the kiss seemed to take no end, feeling like in a tight embrace.

»Bastard!«, she breathed when he withdrew from her mouth, and he replied:

»I love you too, sweet Sayana!«

She looked at him, seeking for irony, but there was none. Sayana’s lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but he placed his finger on her lips.

»You now have some time to think about your feelings for me! Say ›Aahh!‹ now!«

With a sigh, she opened her mouth. It came out as an »Aaauuhhmmph!« as he worked the gag into her mouth, gentle, but nevertheless thoroughly. When he was finished, her cheeks ballooned, and her tongue was trapped in the back of her throat.

The Gurkha once again tied the silk stocking between her lips; then, he once again kissed her lips before cramming the second stocking in the tiny space left between her teeth. He then sealed her mouth with five pieces of tape, then, he went for a first aid kit, took out some cotton wool, and pushed some of it into her ears. Sayana mewed, but he then made her close her jaw the little she could before tying the headscarf over her head, tying it under her chin. Next came two more cotton wool pads he placed over her eyes and secured with tape before he pulled the second pair of panties over her head. Finally, he used an entire bandage to turn her head into a mummy’s head, only her nose remained free, except for the thin layer of silk. Sayana could no longer make a mentionable sound, but she seemed calm when he embedded her head on the pillow. He kissed her wrapped forehead for one last time, then, he touched her amulet with his, seeing how she slightly trembled from the touch.

»I’ll be back soon!«, he said, leaving the hut and starting his descent into the valley, hoping that his last words wouldn’t turn into a lie.

***

The way they were gagged, with their mouths pressing on each other, Nesrin couldn’t look into both of Marguerite’s eyes, but the message the one blue eye sent her was clear. It was the same she had stated in front of the Nazis, partially out of defiance, but also because she meant it:

»Je l’aime – I love her!«

Somehow, it had been clear before, somehow even when Marguerite had kept Nesrin in her chamber, as some kind of toy. From the very beginning, there had been tension in the air, and it hadn’t taken long until Nesrin had responded to it.

During the last few years, there had been no boys in her life. Nesrin had always thought that perhaps, she hadn’t found Mr. Right yet, and that she was a bit of a late-developer. Strange enough, though there had been a lesbian couple in her class, she had never considered that she herself was just waiting for Mrs. Right.

»Or rather Mademoiselle Right!«

Their lips were forced to touch, and though they were stretched around their massive gags, Nesrin could move her lips a little. Marguerite blinked and did the same, and though their tongues were trapped, it felt like a tender kiss.

Nesrin took a deep breath, feeling how this pressed her breasts even harder against Marguerite’s. »Magnifique«, that’s what she had called them, and somehow, this one word had washed away all her concerns she had always had about her boobs being too big. For the one person that mattered, they were exactly right, and Nesrin felt how a warm tingle was caused by Marguerite’s breasts constantly rubbing and grinding over them. She tested if she could adjust to Marguerite’s breathing, and so, each breath was also a tender massage.

»She’s so hot!«, she thought and closed her eyes, meaning it also literally. It felt as if Marguerite’s loins were on fire, and they also constantly touched hers. If none of them sighed, and the others were quiet for a change, too, she could even hear the slight scratching of her pubic hair on the Blonde’s, and this contact made her get more and more excited by the minute.

»Ouhhmm! Mmhhmm!«

She squealed, but then, she leaned harder against Marguerite as she felt her knead her buttocks. She did the same to her, and though they were full of fear, they danced their slow Tango, knowing that this moment belonged to themselves.

Close to them, Lilly and Daisy didn’t have such a distraction. Their ordeal came in waves: from time to time, a breeze caused the threads tied to Daisy’s toes to move, and when they brushed over her soles, Lilly could feel from her breathing that she sensed at her pubic mound how it turned into panting, even before the actual spasming and twitching began. If she was lucky, the teasing ended before she really had to laugh, but if not, she helplessly squirmed and she screamed and sputtered into Lilly’s lap, sending vibrations through her loins. In addition, the squirming meant that she was grinding over Lilly’s toes and insteps with her soft flesh, and Lilly had to wriggle her toes when she tried to keep balance. She had to stand, and the only rope holding her connected her crotch rope with Daisy’s neck. Falling backwards would send a pain through her private parts the girl feared to even imagine, and so, she leaned against Daisy and pressed her breasts against the pillar to avoid falling backwards.

A wheezing indicated that Daisy had reached the point of exhaustion where she had to catch breath, no matter if she still got tickled. Lilly tried to reach a knot of her wrist bonds, but that only tore on her crotch rope, and in addition, even if she had been successful, there would still have been the elbow tie that prevented her from freeing herself.

All of them would stay as the Nazis had left them – and each minute felt like an hour.

»Perhaps, it is our punishment for delivering Eva to them!«, Lilly thought. If so, she was paying her debt already!

***

The BMW was a strong and reliable bike, but it hadn’t been built for convenience, especially not the side wagon. Eva Heyden, tied to a ball and suffering from a tight crotch rope, was constantly bobbing up and down, and each curve sent her into one corner of the wagon or the other, though Trixi couldn’t ride at high speed.

After the start, Eva had screamed through her gag, and shaken her head, trying to attract someone’s attention. However, the engine’s noise drowned all noise she could make, and her head, hidden under the headscarf, sunglasses and shawl, protruded so little that passers-by hardly noticed the side wagon was occupied at all.

»So, I will be brought back! Back to Austria, now under German rule, and they will force me to work for them! And once I am no longer useful, they will remind me of my Jewish heritage and send me to a concentration camp!«

Eva let out another unheard scream of frustration and fear, and she screamed and screamed, until she felt that the bike was getting slower. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and Trixi’s voice whispered into her ear:

»There we are, last stop before we reach the Reich!«

***

The old van with the iron barrel on its load slowly chugged towards the house. Fiona still couldn’t believe her luck. Alois Guntzner not only was the biggest cow farmer in the village, he also bought milk from the other farmers, and each week, he brought it to Triesen, where he sold it to a dairy company. So, he was the only one except for the mayor who owned a car, painted bright red, with white letters advertising »Guntzner Frischmilch«. The van had been parked beside the big cowshed, and since there had been milking time, he and his two farmhands had been busy inside, and the noise of the milking machine had drowned the sound of the car.

The two Germans had left, but Fiona took the shotgun with her nevertheless. After she had burned her cottage, she could imagine the blonde to have left some trap for anyone who would enter.

»I wonder what happened to the other girls!«

She still felt a bit angry and embarrassed about how they had overpowered her and then left her bound and gagged in just her underwear, for this dimwit to find her. However, she hoped that she wouldn’t stumble over four bloody corpses.

Inside, there was still light, but the curtains had been closed. When she pressed her ear against the door, she could hear faint sounds, like a high-pitched humming. So, it seemed that they hadn’t killed the girls.

She took a piece of rope and tied it to the door handle. Then, cowering behind the veranda, she pulled, so if there was a grenade, it would not hit her. However, as the door flew open, all that happened was that the mewing and grunting increased.

The shotgun loosely over her arm, she entered, and when she saw the arrangement, her jaw dropped and she stopped.

»Wow!«

Right in front of her, two girls were kneeling, and it seemed that they were kissing and embracing. Then, she saw that the embrace was enforced by ropes, and that these girls were both stark naked.

A strange sound, like an oppressed hysteric laughter, made her turn her head. There, in front of a pillar, stood a third girl, with her back towards her. She too was naked, and she was trussed up with enough rope for two of her kind. The girl was shaking slightly, and now, Fiona could also see two brown legs that went diagonally from the floor to a horizontal stick – a stick that was constantly twitching.

Fiona stepped closer, and she gasped at the predicament of the girl she thought could be Lilly, though her head was hidden under a pair of white lacy panties. She pressed her womb against the face of a black woman, also naked, who was sitting tied to the pillar, squealing and grunting through her gag. Fiona took a few deep breaths to calm down; then, she said, raising her voice to talk over the moaning of the four captives:

»My, my, seems that betraying me hasn’t gotten you very far, and cooperating with the Germans has also not been your best idea!«

There was a humming like in a beehive as the girls reacted to her attack. Only daisy was distracted, as the door was still open, and a gush of cold air let the wool threads dance on her soles, forcing her to gasp and twitch.

»Now, they have escaped – but I am still here, and I will follow them! And I could need some help!«

Now, the mewing sounded different, as it expressed some relief and hope; Fiona had vented her anger, but now, she would set them free.

Fiona looked around in the room; then, she picked up a coat and a pair of shoes. The captives moaned when she left the room, putting these into the car, leaving the door on the passenger side open.

»You have to understand, I only need one of you! And the intersection between ›speaks German‹ and ›doesn’t look foreign‹ is Lilly!«

With a knife from the kitchen, she cut the rope connecting Lilly’s crotch rope to Daisy’s neck, and the brunette fell backwards, stopped by Fiona who wanted to pull her away, but realized that her toes were tied to the rope between the Black’s legs.

»They are inventive, I have to give them that!«

Since she didn’t want to get in contact with Daisy’s pubic area, she cut the crotch rope where it was tied to her waist rope. Now, she could pull Lilly away, and to the others, she said:

»Once we have saved Eva, I will let Lilly go, and she may return and set you free! Until then, you may think about what you have done for a while!«

She pulled Lilly to the car and made her sit on the passenger seat. Lilly cringed when the sitting position made the crotch rope bite her even harder. Before she left, she closed the door. Then, she entered the car, and, lurching on the snow, she drove off.

In the house, Marguerite, who hadn’t understood what had happened, writhed in her bonds, and Nesrin could do little to soothe her. Daisy stared at the closing door with disbelief. As on command, all three girls screamed into their gags and pulled on their bonds, but to no avail. If Lilly failed, they would be doomed.

***

Quite unceremoniously, Eva was heaved out of the side wagon and dumped onto the ground after a few yards of carrying. Luckily, the underground was not hard, but with her gloved hands, and blindfolded, she couldn’t make out details.

She felt that the shawl and headscarf were taken from her, and the sunglasses were removed. Then, with a painful yank, the tape from her eyes was removed. Eva blinked and saw she was in some kind of stable or barn, the floor partially covered with hay. She was lying on the ground, and she could see the motorcycle parked close to her. On the other side, a black car was standing.

The barn was considerably warm, and it also had electric lighting. When she looked around, she saw haybales piled up on all sides, and in a corner, a foldable bed was standing, with a mattress and a blanket on it.

»Now, have you gotten used to sucking black pussy?«

This reminded Eva of a detail of her bondage she had forgotten in her panic: the fact she was gagged with another woman’s used panties. Eva groaned and shook her head. It wasn’t that the previous owner was black, but that it were panties, used panties, and they were in her mouth! Trixi laughed and stretched her limbs.

»Once Romy has read the orders, we can make ourselves comfortable – well, a bit less uncomfortable in your case!«

The brunette had picked an envelope that had been stuck behind the windshield wipers of the car, and she now read through a few lines of seemingly randomly letters that only made sense if someone knew the code. She picked a pencil and went to work, and after a few minutes she read:

»Heil, agents! The car’s CD, and the suitcase in the trunk is also marked diplomat’s luggage. Place the passenger and her papers inside and leave by dawn, our men will pick up the car!«

The message was short and clear, but it showed the two they had forgotten something important.

»Her papers! Damned, I thought they only need her!«

Trixi grabbed Eva’s chin and shouted:

»Your papers! Where ae they?«

»Mmrrrhhmm!«

She angrily ripped the tape from Eva’s mouth and watched as she pushed out the sodden panties from her mouth, drooling over her chin and grimacing with disgust. Again, Trixi asked her about the whereabouts of her papers, and Eva glanced at her.

»Fuck you!«

The blonde German grabbed her long hair and raised her other hand, but in the last moment, she stopped her hit and only slightly slapped Eva’s cheek.

»I will give you a chance! If you tell us where the papers are, one of us will get them, and you will have a quiet night! If not – well, the Reich needs you able to do further research, but everything else of your well-being is optional!«

Eva knew that it wouldn’t work, but she at least had to give it a try:

»If you let me go, I will tell you where everything is!«

Trixi laughed.

»Oh you Jews, always negotiating! However, you heard the orders: they want you and the papers! So, I am afraid you have to tell us where they are – one way or the other!«

Before Eva could say anything, Trixi had picked up Daisy’s panties from the ground and forced them back into the blonde’s mouth, despite her desperate struggling. She placed a piece of tape over her lips; then, she cut Eva’s ankle bonds. And she grabbed the chain between her handcuffs. Her other hand went into Eva’s trousers, grabbed the crotch rope, and using it as a handle, she carried the squealing and flailing girl over to a pillar where she put the handcuff chain over a hook, so high Eva had to stand on her tiptoes. Then she ripped the belt from Eva’s trousers and slapped her on the thighs.

»Uuhmm!«

»Come on, this wasn’t even hard! However, I will show you what a hard beating is if you don’t do exactly as I say! Now, raise your head, so Romy doesn’t have to bent down!«

Her chest heaving, Eva obeyed, and Romy removed her boot and sock. The procedure was repeated with the other leg. Then, Romy opened the blonde’s trousers. Eva squirmed and moaned, shaking her head. With an almost incidental move, Trixi landed a slap on her breasts, causing her to squeal with pain. Romy pulled the trousers down to her ankles, and the frightened girl stepped out of them.

Now, Trixi plucked the gloves from her fingers and then, she ripped off the sweater, throwing the remnants to the discarded trousers.

»You won’t be needing it anymore!«

Shivering, the girl stood stretched, now only in her underwear. Trixi drew her knife and brushed over Eva’s throat before wandering to her shoulder and cutting one of her bra straps, then the other. Then, she pushed the blade under the small bridge of cloth between the cups, turned it by 90 degrees and cut. The bra fell off, and Eva gasped, and her cheeks reddened when her breasts were exposed.

Enjoying the girl’s panic about having a sharp blade so close to her private parts, she then sawed through the crotch rope. Eva sighed with relief when it came off, but Trixi now grabbed the front panel of her panties and raised her hand, so Eva was lifted from the ground. She screamed through her gag and blindly kicked with her unbound legs as all her weight rested on her panties, and the cloth was drawn deeply and painfully inside her. Finally, the seams tore, and Eva staggered, trying to find balance whilst still whimpering from pain. Trixi raised the pink panties with the white lace trimming and brought them to her nose, ostentatiously waving her hand in front of her nose.

»Phew, you smell worse than the Black Pearl! You are really not in the condition to complain about chewing on her panties!«

She grabbed Eva’s hair, forcing her to smell her own crotch. It was more the fault of people like Trixi than Eva herself she hadn’t had a bath for months, but even if she hadn’t been gagged, she wouldn’t have been able to say something like that. Eva trembled like aspen foliage, and tears ran down her cheeks. With her arms and body stretched, she could not hide her nudity, and with her garters and stockings still in place, her light brown thatch of pubic hair looked even more exposed, like it had been put in a frame.

Trixi put the panties away, »for further use«; then, she ripped the tape from Eva’s mouth and plucked the panties from it.

»Now, will you tell us where the papers are, or do we have to stop the friendly interrogation and start to get rough?«

Suddenly, Eva realized one thing about torture: there was a point where everyone would break, it was just a matter of time. But though these mean women wanted to leave the next morning, time was not playing for Eva. There was no cavalry coming for her rescue, for Fiona, the only one who had tried to help her, was now lying on Eva’s bed, bound, gagged, and in her underwear, and she had no idea where Eva was. Hell, not even she had a clue where this barn was.

»I-it’s in a b-box, under my b-bed!«, she croaked. It was the truth, and she knew that if Fiona would still be there, she would have to suffer. However, if Fiona had freed herself, she could either overpower the German, or follow her to the barn.

»This better is the truth!«, Trixi said, stuffing the panties back into Eva’s mouth.

»Romy, I’ll go to our guest’s cottage, and I will take the car! You may play with her until I am back, but then, I think we will stow her in the suitcase, so she gets used to it!«

Romy smiled and approached Eva who stared at her with eyes like saucers, not daring to even spit out the panties from her mouth.

***