The wrong Side of the River 10

Suddenly, Lilly just felt exhausted. For some 24 hours, she hadn’t eaten or slept, and the days before (or centuries, for that was how it felt) hadn’t been a picknick either. So, she offered no resistance as Trixi told her to get up and sit down on the chair. The Obersturmführer had said something about a head start, and so, they would just make sure she couldn’t run away or alert someone. Lilly wondered why they didn’t just kill her, but she didn’t want to question that decision.

»You are still wearing panties that aren’t yours!«

Lilly sighed. So, she would have to be naked once again in front of her captors. She knew she should have been frightened, angry or at least embarrassed, but she was just annoyed. Not bothering to stand up or trying to hide her charms, she peeled down the white garment  and handed it to Trixi, expecting her to use it to gag her, or ask her to do it herself. However, the blonde just stepped behind her and tied her wrists, followed by taping her fingers and securing her hands to the horizontal bar of the chair’s rear legs.

Next, Trixi tied her elbows, above and below the joint, making her joints meet. Lilly ached, but still, she felt like she was going through the same routine again. The chair’s backrest consisted of a row of vertical bars, allowing Trixi to then secure her arms to it, making it impossible for Lilly to raise. Then, she cut four more lengths of rope, tying Lilly’s ankles to the rear legs, forcing her to open her thighs, and then securing her knees to the front legs. The ties were tight, but yet, the position was tolerable.

Trixi now produced a white band with lace trimming, and she recognized it as Trixi’s garter belt. She draped it over Lilly’s shoulder. Then, she picked up the discarded panties, but seemed to decide otherwise, putting them away and then reaching under her coat.

»I think you should have a memory of both Romy and me!«

Trixi managed to take off her black panties without revealing anything to the men, and then, she picked them up with her foot, holding them to Lilly’s face. Lilly could sense a quite strong fragrance, and she reflexively clenched her teeth.

Obviously a bit disappointed she didn’t show more of a reaction, Trixi took the panties with her hand. Then, she grabbed Lilly’s hair and forced her to arch her head over the edge of the backseat, so she had to open her mouth and she could force the foul tasting garment inside. The panties were also more substantial than Romy’s, and Lilly retched as they touched the back of her throat. Trixi secured them with the garter belt and then wound a few rounds of tape over her mouth. Then, a strange screeching sound could be heard, and Trixi spun around. She saw the Obersturmführer, turning a big crank that caused the sound for its lack of oil. The crank belonged to a hook that was attached to a chain and was now coming down.

»Maybe, you want to give her the opportunity to see things from above, Agent!«

Trixi smiled, and she saluted. Then, she carried the chair together with Lilly to the hook the man had lowered almost to the ground. Lilly’s eyes widened: if the chair was dangling from the hook, she would not be sitting on it, but rather dangle from her bonds.

Trixi, however, had other concerns.

»Now, where shall I fix this hook, Lilly? Do you think your – natural openings are strong enough to carry your weight?«

Lilly writhed and panted when Trixi brushed over her pubic mound with the rusty hook, teasing her clit with its top. Only when the girl mewed, she withdrew, but only to then push it against her cleft. The two men and Romy just watched, and only when she once again scratched over the girl’s private parts, the Obersturmführer reminded her that they had no intention of killing Lilly.

»All right – but I don’t want you to keep me in mind as having gone weak!«

She cut two lengths of rope, and then, she threaded one through the vertical bars of the backrest, pulling them to the upper edge before bringing them over Lilly’s shoulders. She then crossed the ropes between her breasts and brought them back through the bars, further tying Lilly’s upper body to the backrest, and tying an eyelet in the end.

The second rope was doubled and slung around her waist, and then, the ends were pushed between her legs and under her butt, before they were pulled through the backrest’s bars, too, allowing Trixi to tighten the crotch rope. Lilly suddenly had a terrible premonition, and her chest heaved as she felt Trixi do something with the ends of the two ropes.

The Obersturmführer, who had watched her tying the knots, now said:

»I have something to explain to your comrade! Maybe, you can finish your plan of lifting her up on your own, Agent!«

»Of course, Obersturmführer!«

Trixi grabbed the crank and turned it, again causing the terrible screech. Lilly felt a pull on both the rope around her chest and between her legs, and then, the chair began to topple forward.

»Uuhmmph! Nnngggg!«

She squirmed, fearing she would fall. However, the chair stopped when she was at a 45 degree angle, now standing on its front legs only. The ropes tightened even more, cutting into  her skin, and trying to find a way inside her. Then, with a jerk, the chair suddenly moved, and a terrible pain between her legs and around her breasts and ribcage told Lilly she was now dangling from her breast and crotch rope. She screamed into her gag, but the screech of the crank drowned her cries.

Had the girl not been so occupied with her fear and pain, she would have noticed that, in the cover of the noise the crank made, the Scharführer had stepped behind Romy, and now, he was pressing a white cloth over her mouth and nose from behind. The Obersturmführer helped him to hold the struggling woman until she collapsed, and the crank drowned all her muffled cries. The Scharführer lowered the unconscious Romy to the ground; then, the two men approached Trixi who had pulled up Lilly to a height of some two yards and who was now admiring the dangling chair, smiling at the girl’s wincing and aching.

With the only sounds now coming from the suffering Lilly, Trixi could hear another sound from close behind her: the reloading of the submachinegun. Trixi frowned and turned around, looking at the Scharführer aiming at her.

»What’s that supposed to mean, Scharführer? And where’s Romy?«

She could answer the second question when she looked past the Scharführer, seeing Romy’s motionless body lying on the ground.

»Don’t worry, she’s just in dreamland! Soon, you will follow her, and once you wake up, you will be given an explanation!«

Trixi’s jaw dropped, and even Lilly got distracted from the line of fire between her legs for a moment. What the hell was going on? Then, she mewed, as the Obersturmführer had grabbed a long pitchfork with four vicious-looking spikes.

»Mmhrrrrmmmmm!«

She screamed into the panties filling her mouth, and only the crotch rope prevented her from wetting herself when the pitchfork was pushed between her legs, so the spikes stuck to the seat. The Obersturmführer pushed the chair up a bit; then, he forced the other end of the pitchfork into the ground. Lilly realized that now, though she was still dangling from the mean ropes, some of the pressure had been taken from her.

»If you don’t struggle too much, it may go until someone finds you! And now, you may even get a little compensation for your suffering!«

He unbuttoned the coat of Trixi who still could not believe what was happening and stood there in helpless rage. She was looking for an escape, but the Scharführer still aimed at her from a distance of some five yards – too far for a surprise attack, too close for him to miss her if she tried to run away.

The other man took the coat from her, rendering her stark naked, and he then forced her to kneel in front of Lilly’s chair, and to fold her hands at the back of her head. Then, the Obersturmführer took out a white cloth and soaked it with a liquid from a bottle.

»Now, close your eyes and think of the Führer!«

He stepped behind her and whilst his right hand both steadied her head and held her hands, he pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose with the other. Lilly could watch Trixi getting chloroformed; first, she moaned through the cloth, and weakly tried to struggle; then, it turned into chortles, and her blue eyes, all the time staring at Lilly, twisted. When she collapsed, the Obersturmführer left the cloth over her mouth and nose for another minute. Then, he mockingly saluted towards Lilly.

From her inconvenient seat, Lilly now could watch as the Scharführer dropped his gun and fetched Romy, taking the coat and the panties from her after having her draped beside. The men now each lit a cigarette, and they seemed in quite a relaxed mood as they now cut several lengths of rope.

»What is going on? Who are they? And if they are not on Trixi’s side, why are they not setting me free?«, Lilly thought, and she moaned, but the two men ignored her. They turned both Trixi and Romy onto their bellies and tied their arms at the wrists and at the elbows, above and below the joint. When they had also taped their fingers, they turned their still unconscious victims onto their sides, and the Scharführer whistled.

»The side effect of these elbow ties never ceases to fascinate me!«

Romy’s thrust out breasts looked indeed bigger from the strained positions – like Lilly’s who had about the same size. On the voluptuous Trixi, however, the elbow tie made it look as if they had doubled their size, and even the Obersturmführer, until now a controlled man, couldn’t resist mauling them for a while. Then, looking up to Lilly, he asked:

»This rope between your legs – is it as inconvenient as it looks?«

Lilly couldn’t believe her ears. What was he trying, a conversation about crotch ropes whilst she was suffering from one, and still had to chew on another woman’s used panties? She just let out a grunt, and the Obersturmführer obviously took it as a »Yes«, for they applied tight crotch ropes to their captives, anchoring them to their wrist ties.

They then tied their legs, too, at the thighs, above and below the knees, at the ankles, and finally, they tied their big toes. Then, they put the coats on them again, buttoning them to the necks and even tugging the empty sleeves into the pockets.

Then, Romy got gagged with the panties Trixi had taken from Lilly, secured by a thin cloth, a bandage and a few rounds of tape. In Trixi’s case, the Obersturmführer added a single sock he found lying around to Romy’s panties and wedged both into the blonde’s mouth. The gag was secured with a cleave, another bandage and tape, and then, he and the Scharführer produced two coloured headscarves and two shawls, using these to hide the gags and their captives’ hair completely. Finally, their eyes were taped shut and sunglasses placed over them.

Lilly watched the men load the two still unconscious agents into the backseat of the Mercedes. Then, both men saluted to her, and the Scharführer opened the main door whilst the Obersturmführer got into the car and started it. Lilly could only see blurred objects moving around, but she heard some voices, and then, the door was closed again, and she was alone.

***

Tiny Tim had found a hideout on a tree from which he could watch the two soldiers at the main door. They seemed relaxed, but not so relaxed he could have dared to approach. He could hear them talking, but all he could understand was that they were speaking German. Then, he saw some light, and the main door was opened.

A big black car slowly drove onto the yard, and little later, two more men approached, obviously those who had guarded the side door. Now, there were six men, including the driver. Tiny Tim tightened the grip on his revolver.

Two of the men closed the door behind the car, and the others wedged themselves inside it. Then, the other two also entered, and the crowded car slowly drove off. The Gurkha considered firing at the car, but he had no idea whether he would endanger Lilly by doing so. In addition, six shots against six armed men meant straining his luck as a marksman.

Of course, he could have tried his luck by following them on his ski, but even if they could only drive slowly, he doubted that he could catch them. Also, he wanted to see if Sayana was right. So, Tiny Tim decided just to look at the barn if there was any sign of Lilly.

The door was locked, and so, it took him some time to climb the roof, remove a few shingles and enter the hayloft. To his surprise, the barn was still lit, and as he listened closely, he could hear a faint mewing. So, the Germans had at least left one girl behind!

From the spot where the ladder entered, he could see that the room was empty – empty except for a chair that seemed to hang in the air. Tiny Tim put the revolver into his belt and approached. Now, he could see a naked girl, securely tied to the askew chair, and it looked as if she was balancing with it on a stick.

»All right, call me amazed!«

»Mmmhhmm! Uuuhhmmmmm! Mph!«

Now, he could see that the girl, who weakly writhed when she saw him, was held in her chair by her ties rather than sitting in it, and one of those seemed to have been pulled deep inside her vulva. He looked at the arrangement, and at that moment, the stick, turning out to be a pitchfork, suddenly moved and fell down. A moment later, he heard a muffled scream, and the chair was dangling in the air.

It took Tiny Tim a few seconds to figure out how the chair was held, but then, he turned the crank, lowering Lilly to the ground. The girl whimpered, and when he approached and saw how the crotch rope and the hook had been used to torture her, he couldn’t blame her. Whilst cutting her bonds, he asked:

»Are you Lilly?«

Lilly was too occupied by the ceasing pain in her soft flesh to even react. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she whimpered and panted until Tiny Tim had cut all her bonds and was starting to ungag her. He told her that he had been sent by Sayana, so to say, and that soon, they could all meet again.

Lilly sniffled, and when he pulled the panties from her mouth, followed by some drool, she stared at him, as if she was seeing him for the first time.

»T-Tiny Tim?«

»Yes, though I think you are thinking of my granduncle! Now, I think we should hurry a bit! Can you walk?«

It turned out that Lilly could stand on her feet if he aided her, and maybe even stagger a few steps. However, all the clothes had either been taken away or burned, leaving her with just Trixi’s panties, and these were not only appalling, but also too big for her to fit.

Tiny Tim spotted something on the floor, and he picked it up. It was a small key, and attached to it was a leather pad with a symbol on it. He showed it to Lilly, and she frowned.

»That’s the key to an Opel, maybe the car Fiona and I came with!«

The van, of course! Tiny Tim looked at Lilly.

»Can you drive a car?«

»Like that?«, Lilly asked, looking down on her nude body. The pain in her crotch was ceasing, and she now could stand without help, at least if she could lean against something. The Gurkha frowned.

»Does it make a difference?«

Technically, it didn’t, and so, Tiny Tim cradled her in his arms and carried her through the snow, to the van. Lilly shivered in the cold, but it also refreshed her, and once she was sitting on the driver’s seat, he draped his jacket over her shoulders.

She choked the car a few times, but then, she managed to start it, and though it felt strange to move the pedals with her bare feet, she was able to drive the car in the speed of a walking man. Tiny Tim assisted her, for Lilly couldn’t see much, and meanwhile, he gave her a short summary of what had happened to her friends, though he had also no explanation to what had happened in the barn. Lilly still felt some regret when she thought of Eva, but at least, it seemed that her friends were save.

Close to Malbun, she was told to stop the car, and he carried her the last few hundred yards. Tiny Tim didn’t want the villagers to directly be led to the house once someone spotted the returned car. They reached it, and Tiny Tim now took back his jacket.

»I have to see for Sayana! Just wait for us, your friends are upstairs!«

He was gone before she had fully realized what he had been saying. Lilly, frozen from the latest trip through the cold, went for the still warm oven and put some new logs into  it whilst she was thawing. Only when her toes didn’t hurt anymore, she decided to get up the ladder and see if the man had told the truth about her friends.

Both doors were closed, and when she opened the first one, she gasped. Had she still possessed her glasses, they would have matted, and the specific fragrance was overwhelming. On the bed, she saw Nesrin and Marguerite, in a position she knew was called »scissoring«, though usually the women doing it were not bound and gagged. Both were soundly sleeping, and they looked so peaceful despite their bonds, that Lilly decided to see for Daisy before awakening them.

From the second room, she could hear a faint sighing, and when she carefully opened the door, she could see Daisy, lying on her back. She too was naked, bound and gagged, but she was alone, and slightly moving. Especially her one leg that seemed to dangle from a rope was moving, and she was wriggling her hips. When Lilly approached, she could see that Daisy had her eyes closed, and that her dangling leg was connected to a rope between her legs, a rope with knots in it that had turned darker where it touched her body. Darker from moisture, she realized, as the fragrance was not as strong as in the adjacent room, but still told her what Daisy was up to.

»So, you haven’t missed me a lot?«, she asked, and then, she started giggling hysterically and sank to her knees, landing on Daisy who opened her eyes and trembled from both relief and embarrassment. Whilst Lilly was trying to regain enough self-control to free her, she was once again grateful that her skin colour hid her blushing all over.

***

Though coming from the highest mountains in the world, and though he had his snowshoes, Tiny Tim had to fight himself through masses of freshly fallen snow, and under normal circumstances, he would have stayed in the village. However, these weren’t normal circumstances. Whenever he felt his strength weaken, he reached for the amulet, and he was sure that it was tingling slightly, telling him Sayana was alive, but he would have to hurry.

He reached the little plateau where the hut was located, and where it had been, he could see a little piece of a tin pipe protrude from the snow. It was the chimney, and though he was already exhausted, he began to dig with his bare hands, until he had reached the roof, where a lid allowed him to enter.

»Sayana?«

He remembered that she could neither hear him, nor answer to his call. There, he saw the bed, and he reached blindly for his oil lamp, lighting it. On the bed, he saw the sleeping bag, and he felt for her head. There was a faint sound, barely audible, and the cloth over her nose slightly billowed. Tiny Tim allowed himself a sigh of relief, and he started unwrapping her, not careful as if she was a gift, but impatient.

»Sorry, it took me a little to get back to you!«, he breathed, and when he had removed her blindfold, and Sayana blinked, he fell a tear run down his cheek. Some time later, he could pull the panties from her mouth, and then, he kissed her, only allowing her to catch breath when she had responded to his kiss.

»Y-you are – b-back!«, she croaked, and she showed a weak smile. Tiny Tim rummaged through his cupboard, producing a bottle of liquor. He took a sip, knowing that too much wasn’t good in the cold, and then, he gave Sayana some, too. She coughed.

»Phew, that’s strong!«

He cut the ropes tying her to the bed. Then, he told her:

»Your friends are waiting for you! If you promise to stay with me, I will get them to you!«

Since she was warm and cozy in her cocoon, he left her like that, and once he had maneuvered her through the lid in the roof, he went into the hut again, returning with a small sleigh.

»Maybe, carrying you would e more romantic, but even the strength of a Gurkha has its limits!«

***

Naked, bound and gagged, with an agonizing crotch rope bisecting her middle, stuffed inside a suitcase and pressing against her fellow captive in the same predicament, Eva had lost all sense of time. She couldn’t see, she could only breathe stale air, and the sound of the car drowned all sounds from outside the box. After a surprisingly short trip, the car had stopped, there had been some murmuring of voices, and then, the trip had continued.

»So, that’s how my escape ends! In Germany, where they will force me to serve them, until I become useless, when they will dispose me!«

She trembled with fear, and when the car stopped again, she was surprised how short the trip had seemed to her. She heard voices, steps, and then, the suitcase was heaved out of the trunk and opened. Eva blinked, and she mewed as she and Fiona were lifted up, held by strong hands that didn’t handle them too brutally, though.

A am who definitely enjoyed what he saw cut their combined crotch rope, and then, she and Fiona were carried over the shoulder by two men in uniform. None of them talked, but except from having his hand on her butt, the one carrying her didn’t mistreat her further.

They were brought into a room that was warm, and Eva was sat into a deep leather armchair with a heavy upholstery. She wriggled to sit upright, and her eyes fell on Fiona in the adjacent seat. She heard a moan, and now, she squealed through her gag.

There, in two other armchairs, she saw Romy and Fiona, both stark naked and gagged with tape around the lower halves of their faces, obviously keeping some packing inside their mouths. They sat unnaturally upright, their boobs thrust out, and then, Eva saw that, unlike her and Fiona, the two Germans sported tight crotch ropes.

»Good! Now that you are all here-«

Two men stepped forward. One was the Obersturmführer, who had changed into a uniform and was holding a glass with an amber liquid in it. Beside him stood an elderly man with a big moustache. He was puffing a cigar, and he also wore a uniform. Eva could see it wasn’t the uniform the SS wore, and then, she could see something that made her gasp again: on his lapel, he had an emblem with a white cross on a red ground.

»Miss Heyden, I presume?«

Eva looked at the man. Was he starting a conversation whilst she was still gagged, let alone the fact she still was naked? However, as he made no effort to free her, she nodded, and he smiled.

»I am Oberst Friedrich Stadeler, Swiss Army! You already know Oberleutnant Huettli!«

The other man slightly bowed and smiled.

»I had to introduce myself as Obersturmführer, but at least, that’s what equals an Oberleutnant in the SS!«

Now, he showed a slight Swiss accent, and the Oberst patted his shoulder.

»Well, I think that very soon, you may call yourself Hauptmann!«

If Huettli tried to hide his pride, he failed miserably. The Oberst took a draw from his cigar and turned towards Eva again.

»As you sure know, our country has managed to remain neutral during the Great War, and we are determined to do so if there’s another war coming! However, we are neither cowards nor fools, and so, we are very invested in our self-defence!«

He continued by telling his perplexed audience that the Swiss intelligence had listened to the radio messages sent or received by Romy and Trixi for some time, and since the code had not been too elaborate, they soon had known that the Abwehr was planning the abduction of Eva Heyden.

»In the beginning, we had no idea who you were, but then, a refugee from Austria, or ›Ostmark‹, as it is called now, could help us. A Professor Silberstein, I am sure you know him.«

Eva let out a fluttering breath. Silberstein had been the closest partner of her own doctoral advisor, and he had fled due to being a Jew. Stadeler nodded grimly.

»Well, once we knew about the importance of your research, we decided that we could either let it outrun its course, letting Hitler have an advanced explosive sooner or later – or that we could intervene, and take care that our Army gets this advantage in technology!«

Eva blinked, still unable to cope with the latest turn of events. Stadeler seemed determined not to give her too much time to think.

»As you may have considered already, Professor Silberstein is now working for us. So, could you imagine becoming his assistant? If you agree, we could offer you a flat, an appropriate salary, and of course, a safe place if Germany tries to further expand its territory!«

»And if I refuse, you pack me back into the suitcase and send me to Germany!«, Eva thought. However, it sounded promising: Silberstein was a renowned scholar, and above all, she would be safe, as Switzerland was far better protected than the small Liechtenstein that didn’t even have its own Army. She nodded, and Stadeler smiled. The other three girls mewed, and he raised his hand until they fell silent again. He turned to Fiona:

»According to Oberleutnant Huettli’s report, you are a British agent! So, once we know this is true, you will be sent to France, from where you may return to your country, equipped with some money as a compensation. Until then – well, be our guest!«

On his gesture, one of the men cradled the naked redhead in his arms and carried her out of the room. Stadeler’s expression became stern as he the addressed the two Germans:

»You, however, are agents of a country that may become a threat to our neutrality! Despite all the appeasement by Britain and France, there will be a new war soon! So, I am sure that our friends from the intelligence will have a lot of questions! But don’t be afraid – we are no murderers, and once Germany has found back to a point where it’s not a threat to peace in Europe, you will be free to return home! Until then – well, don’t expect to see too much of the Swiss panorama!«

Two men heaved Trixi and Romy over their shoulders, and there was a double smack as two hands landed on their exposed butts. Once they had been carried away, squirming and fuming, The Oberst said towards Huettli:

»I think Miss Heyden wants to refresh before she meets with Professor Silberstein! Would you mind getting her to the guest room?«

Huettli saluted, and he cradled Eva in his arms and carried her through the corridor.

»Sorry for the rough ride, but it had to look realistic!«

She was brought to a room that looked as if it belonged to a hotel, and through the window, she could see some mountains. Huettli drew his Swiss knife and cut her bonds, leaving it to her to ungag herself. Then, he turned for the cupboard and helped her put on a silk bathrobe. Eva, who had just worked the panties and sock from her mouth, sank onto an armchair, and Huettli went for the door.

»You will find some clothes, although we had to guess your size, of course! Well, I will fetch you in a few hours, Miss Heyden! Welcome to Switzerland!«

Eva could see a slight red rash on his cheeks, and when he had left, she thought that once she felt strong enough to get up, she would see if she could also find some makeup before the Oberleutnant would return.

***

At the house, Tiny Tim found the four girls gathered in the living room. Since there had been a lack of clothes, they had draped sheets or blankets over their shoulders, and they greeted the man who had both tied up and rescued them with a mixture of relief and distrust. However, as they saw Sayana, they gathered around her, hugging and kissing her whilst unwrapping he from the sleeping bag and Saree, and then removing her bonds. Sayana surprised them by cuddling against Tiny Tim who sat by the fire, now also exhausted. Lilly was the first to notice: though Sayana seemed severely exhausted, her smile had changed. The sadness in it had vanished.

»What now?«

It was Daisy, who had had some time to recover and consider things. Even with them being free now, and with the German agents taken by some mysterious force, they could not stay here forever, and hiding in Tiny Tim’s hut was also not an option. Sayana sighed:

»I think it is time to go – for you, for I will stay wherever he is!«

She and Tiny Tim kissed, and the four girls all made »Aww!«. Then, they became serious again:

»Can you do it? I mean, sending us all through time, without coming with us?«

Sayana replied:

»When I took you from your time, it did work! The question is whether I am still strong enough! Seems that finding love has a weakening effect on my powers!«

She cuddled against Tiny Tim who was leaning against the pillar, and he slung his arms around her. Sayana was still naked, and she showed a determined expression:

»The longer I stay with Tim, the more I will lose, though it feels like winning! So, we better have one last try!«

The girls looked at her in silence, for they knew that if Sayana was successful, they would never see her again. Even if she would reach a high age, 85 years would just be too much. Daisy got up, the blanket slid from her shoulders. She kissed Sayana’s lips.

»Farewell, Sayana! I am glad we met!«

She also kissed Tiny Tim, albeit on his cheek.

»Good luck to you two!«

She then took Sayana’s right hand and cuddled to her side, so she could also kiss and fondle her right breast. Lilly also said Goodbye to her and the Gurkha and then positioned herself on the left.

»So, it’s the feet for us again!«, Nesrin stated. Once they had kissed Sayana, she and Marguerite each placed one of her feet in their laps, caressing her whist they both held hands. Both they and Sayana still had an impending fear: what if Marguerite was sent back to her time?

However, they didn’t want to mention that, and so, they started caressing and kissing the witch, and Tiny Tim placed his hand between her legs. His other hand wandered to her buttocks, and, remembering what she had said previously, he pushed his fingers into her cleft, trying to enter her without hurting her. Sayana started to writhe, and she sighed and moaned. The heat in the room grew, and then, there was the purple fog, now almost familiar to anyone but Tiny Tim. Sayana spasmed, and when she threw her arms and legs in the air, it was as if she was throwing the four girls into the purple whirlwind. Then, almost abruptly, there was just her and Tiny Tim in the house. Panting, Sayana was lying on his chest, and he held her in his arms. It took a while until she turned towards him.

»I – I think it worked!«

She felt that this had indeed been the last time her powers had worked. However, this knowledge didn’t make her feel empty, as she had gotten something even more precious in exchange. She kissed Tiny Tim; then, she went on all fours.

»If you love me as a woman and not just as a witch, now’s the time to show me!«

She thrust out her sweat-clad butt towards him, and she smiled with anticipation as she heard him take off his clothes.

***

»Ouch!«

Lilly felt she had landed on something hard, and she felt she was entangled in some naked limbs. Beside herself, she could see some brown skin, and though it was dark, she could make out the features of Daisy.

»Nesrin? Marguerite?«

»We are here! We are both here!«

Nesrin and Marguerite kissed, and Lilly tried to figure out where they were – and when. She could see they were in some kind of garden, and then, she was hit by a bright light, and she could hear the scolding of an old female voice. She blinked, and when she had adjusted to the light, she could see an old black woman, holding a rolling pin in one hand, a flashlight in the other.

»Nana!«

Daisy jumped up and slung her arms around the old woman’s neck. After a few moments, she dropped the rolling pin and also hugged her.

»Désirée! Why are you in my garden, in the middle of the night, and why are you naked? Why are you all naked?«

***

Three months later, Lilly was at the museum, sitting behind her computer and trying to concentrate on cataloguing some artifacts. She reached for her glasses, somehow still feeling gifted for having them back. Since there seemed to be no one in the hall, she thought of how things had developed after their return from the past.

They had told Daisy’s grandmother about what had happened, and, to their surprise, she had believed them, only interrupting them once to call the Police under a pretence, telling them about the two criminals hiding in the hidden bay. The men who had initially kidnapped Lilly, Nesrin and Daisy had vanished, none of them had ever heard of them again.

Later, they had reconstructed that they had been just a few hours away, at least if one counted the time in 2024. Of course, very much had happened in these hours, and the centuries that lay in between, and it had left traces in all of them.

The most obvious, of course, was the presence of Marguerite. Since she had no papers or anything, they had made up a story that they had found her at the beach, and it seemed that she had lost her memory in a shipwreck. It was a thin backstory, but since the authorities had no prove of anything else, they were more and more accepting the story. After two weeks in a hospital, in which she did not have to feign being confused by everything, like smartphones or TV, she had been released into Nesrin’s custody and currently lived with her. They still seemed happy, and of course, Marguerite more and more adjusted to  the 21st century.

»I think she must like the modern approach to certain relationships!«. Lilly thought with a slight melancholy. Though they still met quite often, Lilly sometimes felt like the fifth wheel on the cart when she saw the two together.

She hadn’t seen daisy for more than a week now; not only had she continued working at the Coastguard after a week of sick leave, there was another reason she was far less outgoing: though she had only slept twice with Lieutenant Johnny Blacksmith, Daisy was pregnant. Though she would be a single mother, she was overjoyed, and her Nana had promised her to help raising the little Johnny (if it would become a girl, she hadn’t decided between Lilly, Nesrin and Marguerite). Lilly felt lucky for her, but sometimes, she felt also sad because the only one still lonely was her.

Of course, she had tried to google the people they had met during their adventures, but to little avail: the plantation of Marguerite’s father had been sold in the 19th century, but there was no evidence of what had happened to the Baron de Rey. Lilly had found a short note on a retired Colonel John Blacksmith returning from India, dating from 1895, but there had been no picture of the man. Daisy had seen it and hoped that he had lived a long and lucky life.

She had found a longer note on Eva Heyden, or rather a Dr. Eva Silberstein, nee Heyden, who had settled to Israel in 1948, together with her husband, a chemistry Professor. Lilly hoped that it was »their« Eva, for it would mean she had survived the Nazis and the war.

Lilly heard steps, and she tried to look busy if it was the director doing his round. However, it was a young man, and he was approaching her. Lilly rose from her seat.

»May I help you?«

Young people didn’t come to the museum too often, and he seemed to be nice. He wasn’t tall, maybe 5’5’’, and she wasn’t sure about his origin, for though he looked European, he had something on him she couldn’t describe other than »exotic«. He looked at her, and for a moment, she thought he was examining her breasts, but then, he asked:

»Excuse me, but what does the ›L‹ stand for?«

Lika all employees of the museum, she wore a badge that had her name, plus the first letter of her first name. She told him her name, and he seemed perplexed. Suddenly speaking German, though with a dialect, he murmured her name. then, as if he was awakening from a dream, he shook her hand.

»Excuse me, but this was – sorry, my name is Tim Brandner!«

»Should that name – tell me something?«, Lilly asked. He still held her hand, and somehow, she didn’t feel the urge to pull it away. Tim smiled and said:

»It may sound more than weird, but does the name of my great-grandfather ring a bell? He was from Nepal, and most people knew him under a nickname that unfortunately also fits me – Tiny Tim!«

Lilly’s jaw dropped, and she stared at the young man.

»Sayana«, she breathed, and now, it was Tim’s turn to be perplexed, though he didn’t let go her hand.

»So, it’s true! I mean, I hardly met the two, for they died 15 years ago, when I was just five – but they left a letter for me, to open in 2024! Well, I indeed waited, and it told me about – about you!«

She felt her knees get wobbly, and Tim didn’t seem to feel offended when she sank against him. It took her three attempts to speak:

»That’s- that’s-«

She cleared her throat and withdrew from him.

»My shift ends in one hour! If you don’t mind waiting, we could go somewhere and talk about this by a glass of wine?«

He agreed and looked at the other rooms whilst Lilly tried to get her thoughts in order. After some five minutes, she gave up and withdrew to the bathroom where she washed her face, seeing that her cheeks had reddened.

»Oh my God, oh my God!«

She decided that the director would forgive her if she left a bit early, and she quickly refreshed her makeup. Then, she told Tim they could go, and when he again took her hand, she slung her fingers around his.

»Tiny Tim«, she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand once it had slipped her. He grinned and straightened.

»He, I am at least taller than you! Shall I start with some jokes about plucking Lillies now?«

»Only after I have had my wine!«, Lilly replied, and hand in hand, they strolled towards her favourite bar.

The End