The wrong Side of the River 9

»So, you are finally getting into it?«

Eva groaned at the question, and she wanted to shake her head, but she could see where Romy got her assumption from: her will not to get hurt had taken over.

When Romy had started pushing her up, Eva had felt that getting lifted by the woman’s hand son her buttocks was embarrassing – but the way down was horror, as by then, gravity would take over, forcing her to press down on the knotty rope between her legs. And of course, Romy was getting weaker on each turn, making Eva fear she would not lower her, but let her fall, only to be stopped by her crotch rope.

So, Eva had done the only thing possible to ease the danger: she had crossed her ankles behind Romy’s neck, so her knees rested on the brunette’s shoulders, and she had pushed her body upwards, so Romy would not have to carry her weight alone. This exercise made it seem as if she was trying to get some friction out of the crotch rope, and in addition, the constant rubbing hadn’t left her indifferent. Not that Eva was aroused, but in her state of fear, and irritated by a rope chaffing her clit and labia, she had started to feel a tingle down there, and of course, she panted from her effort.

She saw Romy’s smile, her lips moist and her cheeks reddened. Then, her look changed, as her eyes widened and she seemed to stiffen. Eva screamed into her gag when she withdrew her hands, and she flailed desperately to touch the ground with her feet as suddenly, she was riding a line of fire.

The reason for Romy’s withdrawal was the barrel pressing into her back, and then, a second weapon was held to her temple. It was Fiona, and when she had stepped back, she turned around and spotted Lilly, aiming at her with a shotgun.

At the third barn, Lilly and Fiona had finally found evidence that this was the right place: tire tracks the snow hadn’t covered yet, and an iron bucket that was still warm. Obviously, some clothes had been burned in it, and Lilly recognized a piece of the sleeve of the sweater Eva had worn.

The door had been locked, and so, they had climbed up to a lid in one of the walls, only to see the barn was lit by electric light. Then, they had heard moans, and they had climbed down a ladder and landed behind Romy who was taunting a gagged Eva who was tied to a pillar with her arms stretched upwards. Her feet were on the brunette’s shoulders, and it seemed she was naked except for her stockings and garters. There had been no sign of Trixi, and Romy seemed all occupied with whatever she and Eva were doing, and so, Fiona had handed the shotgun to Lilly and grabbed Romy’s Luger from the floor. Lilly had no idea how to fire the rifle, but she had just aimed at the brunette, trying to look threatening and determined.

Fiona made Romy get to her knees and fold her hands behind her head. Then, she left it to Lilly to search her for further weapons. Lilly found none, but she discovered the keys to the handcuffs.

Meanwhile, Eva had managed to get some ground under her toes, and she stood shaky on wobbly legs whilst the pain between her legs was still burning, and her chest heaved. Lilly wanted to approach her, the keys in hand, but Fiona stopped her. Eva groaned, and Lilly looked at the redhead with disbelief.

»If we free her and leave right now, the other one will set Romy free once she arrives, and then, they will hunt us again! So, I think we should set up a trap for her! And to make this trap work, everything should look as it should for Trixi – as long as it is too late!«

***

Tiny Tim was pushing the sticks into the snow, trying to accelerate his speed. The shortest way to Triesen led through Malbun, and when he had passed the village, he had run into a group of villagers, two of them armed with their rifles, and the others carrying lanterns. They had stopped him, and he didn’t want to risk getting accidentally hit, and so, he had obeyed.

One of the men had recognized him, as he had occasionally worked as a guide for mountain climbers in the summer, and in addition, he was the only Asian around. So, they had not tried to arrest him, but the man who knew him superficially had insisted on telling him what all the fuss was about.

»Someone has stolen the car of Mr. Guntzner! You know, his van with which he always brings the milk to Triesen!«

Understandably, the villagers were upset about the theft, but Tiny Tim definitely had no van with him, and so, they let him go. He had promised to keep his eyes open – a promise he intended to keep. After all, Nesrin had told him that Fiona had taken Lilly with her. And if she wanted to get to Triesen, she would not carry her over her shoulder. The van was quite right for the trip, and Tiny Tim knew the car with the red and white tank on its load. If Fiona knew where to go, and if he detected the van, he also had his target.

It seemed like a present from the Gods, but he knew time was still on the agenda, for the snow was still heavy, and it would be even heavier up the mountains, where it could even bury the little hut, with Sayana inside.

»At least, she can’t yell and therefore cause an avalanche!«

***

»I can hear something! On your positions!«

In Eva’s case, the order was obsolete, as she was still tied and gagged as Romy had left her, with the crotch rope forcing her onto  her tiptoes, and naked. Lilly approached her and squatted, so her face was close to the blonde’s pubic area. Knowing that it had to look real, she then grabbed Eva’s hips and clawed her fingers into them.

She wore the trousers and sweater Romy had worn. Since they had forced the German to strip completely naked at gunpoint, she could also have taken her chemise, but had decided against it.

Romy was lying on the ground, pulled behind some hay bales. She was tightly hogtied, and Fiona had also tied her elbows and knees to further immobilize her. Her mouth was stuffed with the ball consisting of Marguerite’s panties and her own sock that had previously gagged Lilly and was still damp with her saliva. It was kept in place by her own stocking cutting into the corners of her mouth, whilst the other one was tied around her neck and connected to her elbow tie, forcing her to arch her head back or having trouble breathing.

Now, Fiona placed her knee on the brunette’s back and held the Luger to her temple. She bent down and hissed:

»No peep, and no false move, bitch!«

She looked at Lilly who now leaned her head forward, so her forehead pressed against Eva’s lower abdomen. She could clearly smell her fragrance, and she tried to breathe through her mouth, hoping that this charade would soon be over.

She hadn’t had much say in the matter. Fiona had decided that they would wait for Trixi who would have to open the main door and drive the car inside before she would approach.

»Perhaps, she will call for Romy, and we need an excuse for why she’s not listening! And a Romy playing with her victim will make her assume that she got carried away and thus didn’t listen to her. It’s just for a few minutes, but they will matter!«

Once brought in order a bit, Lilly’s hair did indeed look similar to Romy’s, at least from behind, and she also wore her clothes. Fiona had stated that her crouching would hide the difference in height, and Trixi would not see her face.

Lilly had agreed on the plan, since it promised they would be able to overpower Trixi without her being able to shoot at them. However, she had wanted to make things a bit easier for Eva:

»Okay, I see why she has to be naked, but can’t we ungag her, and just put some tape over her mouth? She’s having to chew on another girl’s panties, for God’s sake!«

She could have added that Daisy hadn’t changed these for centuries, so to say, but Fiona had been relentless anyway, insisting that such details could ruin the image.

»What about the crotch rope? Couldn’t I, I mean, couldn’t Romy have removed it – to have, you know, easier access?«

»Do you think she would have?«, Fiona had replied, and Lilly had given up on the subject. She had padded Eva’s shoulder – and the blonde had twitched back, reminding Lilly of the fact that, in her eyes, Lilly was one of those who had delivered her to the Nazis. She had lowered her head, and a part of her had been glad that Eva still being gagged spared her an awkward dialogue.

There was the sound of the door opening, and Lilly began to move her head and her arms, so from behind, it would look as if she was licking and kissing Eva’s middle. She hissed:

»I don’t like this either! Now, open your legs, and show some action!«

To both her relief and dismay, Eva indeed parted her thighs a bit, and she began to writhe and moan. Lilly felt her pubic hair brush over her nose, and she had to resist the urge to scratch it. Instead, she began to knead Eva’s buttocks as she heard how the car drove inside and the engine was then stopped. Then, she heard the door getting shut, followed by approaching steps.

»You know, if you were a man, it would be called racial disgrace!«

Trixi sounded rather amused than angry, for she was in a considerable good mood. The notebook had been where Eva had told her, and though she couldn’t read and understand the rows of formula, it looked very scientific. At Malbun, she had been confronted by a local posse investigating the theft of 50% of the village’s cars, i. e. one. The men had stopped her, but she had scolded them for assuming that the owner of a new Mercedes would steal an old Opel van. When the posse leader wanted to know about her and her whereabouts, Trixi had scolded him, giving him a lecture about her car having a sign saying »CD«, meaning »Corps Diplomatique«. It not only marked it as property of the German Reich’s ambassador, but also granted the car, its inhabitants and its load fully diplomatic immunity, meaning that the man could not have done anything if he had spotted the Principal Crown Jewels on the backseat. The impressed man had stood straight, clicking his heels together, and apologized, wishing her a nice trip. Trixi was satisfied: if her comrades would take the car to Germany by tomorrow, no control post would dare to look into the trunk, even if Eva would manage to make a sound inside her suitcase.

»And if you were a man, you’d still be ugly!«

Trixi froze in her tracks at the voice from behind. In front of her, Lilly rose and turned towards her, forcing herself to show a confident grin, though her heart still pounded. Trixi, seemed to consider reaching into her coat for her weapon, but Fiona could see her shoulders move, and she barked:

»Freeze, or I’ll blow your head off! Raise your hands and get to your knees! Lilly, go and get any weapon she might have with her!«

Moving slowly, Trixi obeyed, staring calmly at Lilly who approached. Now, with the blonde on her knees, their eyes were at about the same height.

Lilly rummaged through her pockets, securing the car keys, and then opened her coat and felt over her body, causing Trixi to scoff.

»Still in your Romy role, eh?«

Lilly couldn’t help blushing. She took the Luger and a pocketknife and then, she approached Eva, cutting her crotch rope. The girl sighed with relief, and once Lilly had helped her to get her handcuff chain from the hook, she peeled on the tape to ungag herself. Lilly dropped her the handcuff keys; then, she went back to Trixi, took off her coat and brought it to Eva who was just spitting out Daisy’s panties, spitting and coughing. She took the coat, but turned away from Lilly and didn’t thank her.

»Seems she is still pouting, because you sold her to us – or should I say, gave her to us, for you got nothing in return?«

»Shut the fuck up!«, Fiona now interrupted the blonde, »Take off your boots and socks!«

Trixi obeyed, again acting slowly, as if she was lurking for a chance to counter-attack. However, Fiona stayed out of reach, and Lilly also pointed at her with the Luger, hoping she would at least distract the blonde Amazone a little bit.

When she was barefoot, Fiona told her to remove the sweater. Trixi pulled it over her head, pointing at the bundled and gagged Romy on the ground with her chin.

»Let me guess – she got carried away playing with the Jew, and thus, you could attack her from behind! Really, you-«

»Trousers!«, Fiona ordered, sounding a bit nervous now, and Lilly also felt a slight concern. Why was Trixi acting so cool? Did she have an ace in her sleeve they didn’t know about?

Soon, she didn’t have a sleeve at all, for Fiona made her take off her shirt, too. Now standing in her black bra and panties, Lilly could see that she was indeed athletic and still, she didn’t show a sign of fear or embarrassment.

»If I go further, it may shatter your loyalty to King, Country – and heterosexuality!«, Trixi quipped as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. To do so, she arched back her shoulders, thrusting out her boobs, and Lilly couldn’t help staring at them. They looked as big as Nesrin’s, but she was convinced that the blonde didn’t even need a bra. Beside her, Eva was also staring, though she seemed more interested in the part of one of her tormentors getting humiliated.

With a »Tada!«-gesture, Trixi flashed her breasts; then, she jumped over to Eva and before Fiona could react, she had slung the bra around the girl’s neck, using her as a human shield. Lilly gasped, but just stood there, the Luger still in her hand, but aiming at nowhere in particular. Fiona now was aiming at Trixi who could not quite hide behind the smaller and more petite girl.

»Give it up! You won’t get farther than 20 yards!«

Eva made a retching sound, not so much from pain but from the rapid turn of events. She stared at Fiona’s weapon, and she had her hands on the bra, trying to ease the pressure on her throat. Lilly still was a watcher of the scene, and Romy just commented with a moan from the ground.

»Who says that I am going to leave? If I go, I will take her with me, for this is the order I was given! You may of course try to stop me, but then, you will kill Eva, too!«

If she really didn’t mind dying in the line of duty, she was faking it well. Lilly, however, wasn’t sure what she had in mind, except for creating a Mexican Standoff. Fiona would not give in to dropping her weapon, for that would be her death sentence.

»I could let myself down to letting you and Romy go, but not Eva Heyden!«, Fiona now entered the negotiations, »You two free and alive, able to tell your beloved Führer some lies why you failed. I would even allow you to get dressed before!«

However, as much as the gun was Fiona’s life insurance, so Eva was Trixi’s. She knew that once she agreed upon Fiona’s offer, the redhead might reconsider her plans and hold her at gunpoint again, this time without her having a hostage.

»I am afraid the Führer won’t be too lenient to those who fail! If we come back without what we were sent out for, we-«

She was interrupted by a sound from above. It was a metallic sound, and then, a male voice shouted from somewhere at the hayloft:

»Drop the gun! And you, let the girl go!«

Neither Fiona nor Trixi moved, but Lilly let her gun fall to the ground. She looked to the hayloft, and now, she could see a shadow moving, though she could not make out details. Who was this man? He had spoken German, but this could also mean he was a member of the Liechtenstein Police.

»I am not used having to repeat my orders!«, the man now barked, and Lilly noticed that his voice came from another direction than the shadow. So, there were at least two men!

Fiona slowly placed her gun on the ground, and Trixi loosened her grip on the bra, allowing Eva to stumble away from her, but sinking to her knees and staring at the ladder leading to the hayloft. There, a man now stood, and he was holding a pistol  in his hands.

»I am now coming down to you! Scharführer, if they make one false move, you shoot at them!«

»Jawohl, Obersturmführer!«

Lilly felt an ice cold shiver run down her spine. She wasn’t familiar with military ranks, but she knew that both Scharführer and Obersturmführer were ranks used by the SS. She looked at Trixi, and the now relaxed expression on her face as she stood there in just her panties, her left arm shielding her boobs, told her that indeed, these men hadn’t come to her and Fiona’s rescue.

***

Sayana couldn’t tell whether she was still awake, had swooned or if she was just sleeping, but she was having a very intense and somehow bizarre dream in which she couldn’t say whether she was coping with the past, seeing the present, or foreshadowing the future.

There was Tiny Tim in it, of course, and he seemed to somehow slide through the snow instead of running. He was approaching a group, and now, Sayana could see details, as if she was in a kind of spectator mode. There was a tall blonde woman, and she could even smell her fragrance. She was naked, but in her hand, she was holding a knife, and Sayana wanted to warn Tiny Tim, but in her dream, she was as thoroughly gagged as she was in reality. There were more people, two men she could only see as black silhouettes, and there was Lilly, too. Sayana felt the images blur, and then, she could see, or rather sense the other girls, somehow safe and in danger at the same time. Then, there was Tiny Tim again, waving at her before vanishing, and she wanted to embrace him but couldn’t, though she felt embraced suddenly, and then, there was a tingle in her loins, though his hands weren’t there to be seen.

Had Sayana been fully awake, she might have found that some of her visions had an all too natural explanation: that she had been able to smell Trixi was due to the fact that her panties were hooding her face, and the tight embrace was the way she was tied up, packed and wrapped, so tight and warm she hadn’t even realized the fire had went out. And the tingle was caused by the pearls between her legs, constantly massaging her in her slight writhing.

Perhaps, it was better for her she couldn’t see or hear, for though there wasn’t much wind, the snowfalls had become heavy, and it was about to bury the little hut. Soon, there would only be a mound, with a protruding chimney on top.

***

When approaching Triesen, the main road became quite curvy, but with his ski, Tiny Tim could take a few shortcuts. Thus, he passed a big tree from the other side than the road did, and so, he saw what was hidden underneath. It was a car, painted bright red and white, and when he approached, he could tell it was a tank van, most likely the one stolen at Malbun.

The tree had prevented it from getting covered with too much snow, and so, he could get inside the driver’s cabin where he saw a few cut ropes. He grinned wolfishly. So, this was most likely the way Fiona had brought Lilly here, and if they had continued on foot, they couldn’t be too far.

Taking off his ski, he climbed the next hill. Though Triesen was just some ten miles away from Malbun, here, the snowfalls had been far less heavy, and he could see a group of three or four sheds. He approached, but then, he frowned. In front of the door of one of them, he could see two men, one of them just smoking a cigarette. Obviously, his comrade asked for one, too, for a match was lit, allowing the Gurkha to see that both men carried submachine guns.

»Something tells me that inside this barn, there is more than just a few cows and their winter fodder!«, he concluded and did a wide circle to get to the barn’s backside. There was a small second door, but as he approached, he could see that it was also guarded by two men. He cursed. Had it been one, he would have attacked, but it was unlikely he could put down two men without causing some noise.

»At least, they haven’t seen me either – and once they are trying to leave, I can maybe strike! Ayo Gorkhali!«

***

The man who had been addressed as »Obersturmführer« climbed down the ladder. He was not wearing a black uniform, let alone a military cap with a skull on it, but though he wore civilian clothes, he showed that he had a military background. When he stood in front of Trixi, he saluted by raising his right arm and standing straight.

»Heil, Agent!«

For the first time since she had seen her, Trixi showed a little insecurity. With her left arm still shielding her breasts, she replied with a wryly smile:

»I am not sure whether it would be a disgrace to the salute if I performed it in my current state of undress, Obersturmführer!«

The man now showed a smile, too, and his voice became a bit more conciliant:

»Well, I think by a true Valkyrie like you, even the Reichsführer would not be too strict! However, we are not here for discussing etiquette, Agent! Actually, we arrived a bit early to pick up Eva Heyden, but now, we stumble into – this!«

He made a gesture that included Fiona, Lilly and Eva now standing close to each other, staring at the man with a mixture of disbelief and horror, and Romy who was still lying on the floor, naked, hogtied and gagged.

Something in the man’s attitude told Trixi that the Obersturmführer would not appreciate if she wasted time by asking whether she could put her clothes back on, and so, she quickly reported that she and Romy had been able to get Eva Heyden, but had been ambushed by a British agent and an accomplice she seemed to have picked up from somewhere.

»She had some more girls with her, including a Black! I have no idea where they are now, but maybe, she will tell us if we ask her gently!«

The Obersturmführer raised his hand to stop her.

»We are acting on foreign ground, Agent! So, we will concentrate on our initial goal and get Eva Heyden over the border! Would you mind freeing your comrade, so she can assist you in getting her ready for transport?«

Trixi saluted, standing straight with her left on her hip. If the Obersturmführer enjoyed the look of her boobs, he didn’t show it. She took her pocketknife from where Lilly had placed it and quickly cut Romy’s bonds. The brunette wanted to get dressed once she had worked the panty gag from her mouth, but Trixi hissed that they had order to tie up Eva first.

»He and the Scharführer have seen everything already – and maybe, Eva will get excited, too!«

So, Romy could only put on the panties that had gagged her before. These were originally hers, but now, they had been first in Marguerite’s and then Lilly’s mouth before she had had to chew on them. They still were wet, but at least, they were opaque and covered her private parts.

She and Trixi opened the car’s trunk and produced a big suitcase that looked more like a chest. It had a padlock with the key in it, and a document glued to the lid marked it as diplomat’s luggage. The Obersturmführer seemed to have another idea:

»What do you think, Agent? Is this box big enough for two persons? One promising scientist, though of dubious heritage, and a foreign agent that has become too nosey?«

Fiona couldn’t believe her ears.

»I am a British citizen! And you have no jurisdiction in this country!«

Had she told him about a bust sack of rice somewhere in rural China, the Obersturmführer couldn’t have been less impressed.

»You are a spy from a country with which the Reich has, well, strained relationships – and you have been interfering with a field mission of our agents! So, I think before you will be sent back to England, sometime, there are a few people who have quite a few questions, and who will be very interested in the answers you will be able to give!«

Fiona let her head spin around, but all she could see was the rifle of the man still on the hayloft. Lilly could see that her determination and self-control were more and more vanishing, since she had to face an interrogation by the infamous SS.

Trixi had meanwhile approached Eva and taken the coat from her, putting it on herself. The blonde tried to shield her assets with her arms, cringing and whimpering under the Obersturmführer’s looks. The man chuckled.

»That’s what I call a travelling outfit! I am afraid our foreign spy might feel underdressed in comparison to her!«

Trixi got the hint and smiled sardonically whilst Romy took the opportunity to take the coat from Lilly. The girl, now only clad in her panties and seeing nowhere to run or hide, cowered on the floor, slinging her arms around her bent legs, and watched what was done to Eva and Fiona.

Whilst Romy was cutting some ropes, Trixi, who had picked up her belt again, ordered Eva to strip Fiona. The redhead fumed, but since the Obersturmführer had drawn his gun again, and with the Scharführer still aiming at her from above, she didn’t dare resisting as Eva, took off her coat and then removed her shoes and socks. Knowing that this was not the end of it, she then grabbed the lower seam of the sweater, and Fiona raised her arms, so she could pull it over her head. Now, Romy told her to get behind Fiona and grab the lapel of the shirt she was wearing underneath.

»Let me help you a bit!«

One by one, and licking her lips, Romy opened the buttons of the angrily panting Fiona’s shirt and pulled the ends from her trousers, revealing her cream-coloured bra. On an order from her, Eva then pulled the shirt from her, and Romy took considerable glee in opening the agent’s trousers, but left it to Eva to pull them down and make Fiona step out of them. She now still had her bra, panties and gartered stockings, and it took her a great effort not to beg for grace. Romy now told Eva to remove her bra, something the girl reluctantly did. Fiona blushed when her breasts were exposed, and she wanted to cover them with her arms, but Trixi raised her hand with the belt and forbid it. Then, she told Eva to gather the agent’s clothes and put them into the oven.

»They will create some smoke, but I don’t think anyone will notice in the night!«

The Obersturmführer shrugged with one shoulder, and since he didn’t insist on them to hurry up, Trixi thought of letting the British spy pay for trying to play games with her. She raised the belt like a whip and approached Fiona from behind. However, the Obersturmführer stopped her.

»Stop it, Agent! As you know, we are still trying to come to terms with England, and therefore, it might become important she has got no visible scars!«

Then, noticing the disappointment on Trixi’s and the relief on Fiona’s face, he showed a sardonic smile and added:

»If you really need to punish her, use your bare hands, and not more than ten slaps!«

Fiona gasped, but a look into the barrel of the man’s luger persuaded her not to protest. Trixi obviously wanted to get the most out of the reduced punishment, for she grabbed a chair and sat down before forcing Fiona to bend over her knees, like she had been a naughty girl. Then, she pulled down her panties, and then, she landed ten smacking slaps on Fiona’s exposed buttocks, enjoying her oppressed squeals of pain.

»Eva, come here!«

The frightened blonde approached, and she told her to completely remove Fiona’s panties from her. When the girl had done so, she ordered:

»Now, put them into your mouth! You know the drill, though you have improved, from black pussy to British pussy!«

Despondently, Eva looked at the cream-coloured garment in her hand. She had experienced chewing on another woman’s used underwear once, and she didn’t want it to happen again. The Obersturmführer helped her with her decision:

»There is no need for us to have you physically unharmed, Fräulein!«

Reluctantly, Eva now stuffed the foul tasting garment into her mouth, accompanied by some retching. Trixi allowed Fiona, who furtively rubbed her tingling butt, to stand up, and Romy brought something pi k and white to her. It was Eva’s torn panties, and she knew where they were about to get. She shook her head, and suddenly, Trixi slung her arms around her from behind, pinching her nipples. She shrieked, allowing Romy to stuff the panties into her mouth, and Trixi clamped her mouth shut, preventing her from spitting them out.

It was the first time Fiona experienced such a vile gag, and since Eva had not been able to change underwear very often during the last weeks, it was a hard start for a new experience. She retched and groaned, but Trixi kept her in a vice grip whilst Romy completed Eva’s gag with the damp sock that had gagged Lilly and her before, then tying a stocking tightly between her lips. Above, she added a first aid bandage and then, some rounds of tape followed.

Eva was then told to kneel with her hands behind her head, and now, it was Fiona’s turn. In her case, whilst Trixi held her and occasionally enforced her cooperation by pinching her nipples again, stuffed Daisy’s panties on top before the redhead’s gag was completed with a stocking as a cleave, a bandage and some rounds of tape.

Now, there stood two girls in just their gartered stockings, their chests heaving, and chortles and mews coming from them. They were told to climb into the open suitcase, and then, they had to stand back to back. The Obersturmführer approached, too, circling around the suitcase and obviously enjoying how Eva and Fiona blushed from embarrassment as he examined their nude fronts.

When he had done his round, Trixi and Romy made their captives hook each other’s arms and they then tied their crossed wrists in front of their bodies, leaving long dangling ends on these ropes. Romy fetched the roll of tape, and they tightly encased their fingers before they tied the girls’ legs. They bound Eva and Fiona individually, using four lengths on each girl, at the thighs, above and below the knees, and at the ankles. As a final touch, Romy tied both’ big toes. Then, she grabbed the dangling ends from Eva’s wrist bonds whilst Trixi took Fiona’s. With no respect for their captives’ modesty, and obviously further enticed by their moaning and squealing, they pushed the ropes between their legs, a bothersome task since they were so tightly bound. Once they could grab the respective ends on both sides, they pulled the slack out, and both girls mewed with alarm: Eva remembering her last crotch rope, where she had at least had the protection of her panties, and Fiona because of the sheer humiliation.

The ends were threaded over the other’s bound wrists, and then, the pulling began in earnest. Both Fiona and Eva wailed until their voices broke as the ropes were forced deep inside them, and whilst the strong Trixi could get the rope as far as she desired on her own, Romy needed the help of the Obersturmführer until she was satisfied with the crotch rope’s tightness and tied the knots off.

For a while, they all three enjoyed the sight of the girls with their heaving breasts, trying to cope with their crotches so painfully bisected. The Obersturmführer even told the Scharführer to come and see whilst he took it to have an eye on Lilly.

»Well, we had our fun, let’s get them packed!«

By pushing on their shoulders, Trixi and the Scharführer forced Eva and Fiona to sit down, a move that made the crotch ropes dig even deeper into them as they squatted. Despite their muffled screams, they were made to sit, and then, they had to bend their heads so the lid could be closed. Satisfied, Trixi put the padlock in place, girlishly curtseying as she handed the key to the Obersturmführer.

Now Romy, who was the physically least strong, took the gun and watched Lilly whilst the other three heaved the heavy suitcase back into the car’s trunk and closed the lid. The Obersturmführer patted the metal cover.

»The engine will drown the little noise they can make! In addition, they will travel as diplomat’s luggage!«

He turned towards Lilly who still sat there with her arms slung around her legs.

»Now, let’s make sure we will have a head start of some hours!«

***