Devious Diamonds 3

Opening the balcony door without making a sound had cost Valentina some 15 minutes, and now, she could finally peek through the gap between the curtains. From the bed, she could hear barely audible breaths, telling her Angela was sleeping.

Valentina took a plastic zip bag from her pocket, containing a cloth soaked in a colourless liquid. When she opened it, she could sense the smell of the fumes even through her mask. Placing the cloth pad in her left hand, Valentina carefully opened the door and slid inside the room.

The little light coming in from the gap in the curtains told her that Angela was sleeping with her back turned towards her. At least, it allowed her to position herself beside the bed. Then, she waited until Angela shifted her position, ready to throw herself upon her if she would suddenly wake up.

However, the brunette now was sleeping on her back, and Valentiny carefully draped the soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Angela’s breathing grew heavier, and the cloth billowed as she tried to cope with the fabric over her face. She chortled, and her eyelids began to flutter. Now, Valentina jumped on the bed, trapping Angela’s arms with her knees as she pressed the pad down on her mouth.

»Mhhmmph?«

Angela blinked; then, her eyes widened, staring at the masked face upon her, and she sent a gurgle through the hand and cloth on her lips. A moment later, she started to struggle, but Valentina was not only stronger, Angela had also already inhaled some of the narcotic.

»Mmhhrrrmmmmm!«

Once or twice, her legs flailed before it died down to a twitching of her feet, and her squirming also became weaker. One last time, she tried to scream; then, her eyes twisted, and she collapsed. Valentina waited for another minute with the cloth over her face before she got up and switched on the light.

»Seems you were expecting to have guests, hm?«

Angela wore a short white nightie with spaghetti straps and a lace trimming, and her struggles had caused her to lie on her back in quite an inviting pose, an effect only slightly ruined by her mouth gaping open.

The narcotic would work for some 40 minutes, and so, she quickly went on restraining her unconscious victim. Valentina taped a round of duct tape around Angela’s wrists, as a padding before she zip-tied them to the bed posts. Then, she cut one of Angela’s pantyhose in half and used one part to tie the brunette’s right ankle to the lower bed post. Then, she bent Angela’s left leg and tied her ankle to her thigh. It had the effect that her nightie slid up, exposing her thatch of pubic hair.

»Maybe, she will be found by a man, and her rescuer has earned a little reward!«

Valentina looked around for a gag, and in the cupboard, she found a bag with Angela’s discarded clothes from her trip. She decided for a pair of plain white cotton panties and a pantyhose and stuffed the knickers into the unconscious woman’s mouth. Then, she pulled the pantyhose over her head, taking the time to place the crotch part over her nose, and taped over both her mouth and eyes.

»Good! Now, let’s make it look like a random theft!«

Methodically, Valentina started with Angela’s handbag, collecting some 100 Euro in cash, but leaving the credit cards aside. Then, she went into the bathroom and rummaged through her jewellery box, taking her golden wedding ring and also a necklace and earrings also made of gold. Angela should keep her silver jewellery and the less precious gemstones. There was no sign of the diamonds, and so,  Valentina turned towards the small safe inside the cupboard. On that moment, she heard the steps from the corridor.

Someone walking along a corridor in a hotel wasn’t something unusual, and so, Valentina just listened, thinking it would be someone return to one of the adjacent rooms. Then, however, she heard a faint tapping on the door. She frowned. Angela had not looked as if she had been expecting some night visitor, and then, she understood: whoever was outside, he just wanted to test whether Angela was awake.

The door now unlocked, followed by it slowly opening, only to stop after a few inches. In Valentina’s head, the thoughts ran at light speed: if she attacked, using the element of surprise, she might prevail, but perhaps, the sound would alert someone, forcing her to flee the hotel. So, she withdrew to the balcony, drawing her gun.

Through the gap, she could see a small woman in the frock of the service personnel enter, followed by a redhead that seemed far more excited. Whilst the small girl checked the room, she just stared at the bound and gagged Angela, her jaw dropped.

»Amateurs!«, Valentina thought, and she was about to enter, to threaten them at gunpoint, when the small one suddenly darted towards the door and switched off the light. There was a rustle, and when Valentina had overcome the moment of confusion, the redhead was lying on the floor, mumbling something, whilst the small one had vanished.

Again, Valentina thought quickly: if the small one, who seemed to be less amateurish as she had considered, also had a gun, things could get nasty; so, she put her gun into her belt and swung herself over the railing. One second before she vanished, the small one stepped onto the balcony.

»Stay behind, I’ll get her!«

Zara had nothing more lethal than her general key, but she was sure that the mysterious intruder didn’t know that. So, she jumped towards the railing, only to see a black-clad figure land on the balcony below and get inside the room. Without hesitating, Zara climbed down the gutter, too.

The room behind the curtain was lit, and now, she could hear the sound of the door; obviously, the intruder had escaped to the corridor. Zara entered the room, ready to either withdraw or fight if necessary, when she heard a muffled sound come from the bed.

»Oh!«

On the bed, two tall girls, a Black and a White, were in a tight embrace, enforced by rounds of tape encircling their upper bodies. Their heads were hidden under hoods, and their legs were stretched out in a strange fashion. They were moaning and squirming, and Zara now could see that both were clad in quite fancy lingerie.

»That’s something that might matter to us or not!«

She sneaked towards the corridor and peeked outside, but of course, the black-clad woman had disappeared. Zara closed the balcony door and returned towards Angela’s room the ordinary way. Here, she entered the room, only to see the redhead stare at the woman on the bed with fascination. Kiki gasped when she touched her arm, barely able to take her eyes from Angela’s exposed crotch, and her hooded head. She still didn’t move, but her heaving chest indicated that she was breathing regularly.

»The one who did this escaped – and down below«, Zara pointed at the floor, »are two more girls, trussed up the same way – well, more or less!«

Kiki just blinked nervously, and Zara was about to get angry when she remembered that the girl was just an amateur. Hell, even she wasn’t a professional burglar, she just had some fighting skills and some experience in diamond stealing. She whispered:

»Before she wakes up, we better look if the mysterious intruder has found what she has come for!«

She looked around and noticed the emptied handbag, plus the open jewellery bag. None of this contained diamonds, and Kiki, who had recovered a little, pointed at the small safe in the cupboard. She frowned.

»It’s an Ultrasecure 33! We also recommend those to our customers!«

She quickly explained to Zara that these safes had a security system that not only denied access after one had mistyped the code three times, it would also send a warning to the central computer. So, if they now tried to open it, their chances stood very bad.

Zara grabbed Kiki’s hand and led the confused girl out of the room and into the staircase before she explained:

»I’ve got an idea! However, it requires that you help me! Can you have an eye on the two girls downstairs, just until I am back?«

Kiki nodded, and she led her towards the room under Angela’s.

»They are on the bed, bound, gagged and hooded! You better leave them like this until I am back! I do not intend to hurt them, but I haven’t decided what to do yet!«

Now, Kiki showed a wryly smile. The rapid turn of events had confused her – but having to watch two bound and gagged girls wasn’t the worst thing to do!

***

»Okay, that went pretty bad!«

Valentina had managed to get back into her room before the strange woman had been able to follow her. Who had she been? The way she had behaved had showed she wasn’t just a servicewoman, and she had also heard a slight accent when she had spoken to her companion. So, she was rather a foreign agent or thief than a Policewoman.

Her advantage was that she had been masked during their encounter, so Valentina could still walk around in the hotel. She took off her catsuit and, clad only in her bra and panties, put it under her bed, together with the mask and the backpack. Then, she entered the bathroom and took off another precaution: coloured contact lenses that had hidden her grey eyes. Now, even if one of the girls in the adjacent room would meet her, they would most likely not recognize her.

The thought of these two gave her an idea, and she went for her equipment, placing the listening device at the wall to the next room. Now, since the mysterious other woman had discovered the two, it would be interesting to know what she would do to them.

***

Kiki took a deep breath as she still stood in the corridor. She could clearly hear the moaning and grunting coming from the bed around the corner, and she knew what sight would await her. This was real!

She sneaked forward and then, she saw the two scantily clad girls, forced together in a tight embrace, squirming on the bed. The smell of sweat and perfume hit her nose, and she could tell from their glistering skin and the crumpled bed sheets that they had already fought their bonds – so far, to no avail.

She pressed her hand on her mouth as she realized that she knew the two girls – two tall young women, one of them black, it couldn’t be a coincidence! This was Salome, and her friend – what had been her name? Kiki hyperventilated. Now, this had become even more terrifying – and exciting.

Salome was lying with her back towards her, and Kiki soaked in the details: Eileen’s wrists, crossed and tied over her butt, the back part of her white lacy thong disappearing in her cleft, her soles, in the much fairer skin tone than the rest of her body. Now, she noticed that her big toes were tied to the Blonde’s, whilst their ankles were free.

Kiki looked closer, seeing to her relief that both girls were blindfolded, so they would not be able to tell who she was, even if they sensed her presence.

So far, it seemed that they were unaware of a third person in the room. For a while, Kiki watched their continuous squirming, until suddenly the Black twitched and mewed, causing Kiki to jump back. Had they finally noticed her?

However, there were no muffled pleas to free them, and so, Kiki looked again and saw what had happened: a protruding bit of the crumples sheet had touched Salome’s soles, and obviously, the girl was ticklish. Kiki licked her lips, and she sneaked closer. Carefully to not make a sound, she grabbed the sheet and brought it closer to Salome’s feet.

»Mmmhrrmm!«

Once she touched the Black’s soles, she twitched and tried to shy away, rubbing her front against Eileen’s in the progress. The struggle even caused them to change positions, and now, Kiki could approach the Blonde’s feet with the bed sheet. To her delight, she also seemed to be ticklish, and as a passionate gamer, Kiki already had developed the rules for her game:

Her goal was to watch the two in their struggles, and to be ready to get the sheet close enough they would touch it with their soles or flanks, causing them to react to the stimulation. Also, the rule was that they shouldn’t notice the tickling was caused by a third person, so, she not only had to be careful, but also had to remain silent.

Luckily for Kiki, the two captives’ continuous moaning and wheezing drowned her own accelerating breath.

***

Zara had forced herself to do something necessary first and had returned the original general key into Gül’s locker. According to Kiki, her key was now as good as that one, though only for a certain amount of time: sooner or later, the system would check on the keys and recognize that there was one more general key now, and then, the administrator would collect the keys and reprogram them, so their key would be of no use.

»Maybe, they do so every week, maybe, every two days, maybe just once a month! Anyway, we should not overstay our welcome!«

She tried to avoid the area around the lobby: her frock was one of the service personnel, and they usually didn’t work at that time of the night. So, she used a side staircase to get back to the corridor where Angela’s room was. It was empty, and she went to the door of 417 and listened closely.

Muffled cries told her that Angela had regained her consciousness, and obviously, she wasn’t one to calmly wait for rescue. Zara smiled: a panicking Angela was less likely to recognize the holes in her backup story.

Once again checking that no one was at the corridor, she quietly opened the door and sneaked inside the room.

»Mmhhrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmph! Mmhhrrmmmhhmmmph! Mph!«

Angela was thrashing in her bonds, pulling on the bed posts and squirming on the bed. Her leg that was tied ankle to thigh flapped in her struggles, and she screamed through her gag, vigorously shaking her head. Zara took a deep breath, finding into her role as the helpful and completely surprised servicewoman.

»Oh my God! What has happened?«

»Mmhhuummmm!«

Playing her role, she knelt on the bed, letting her hands run over Angela’s bonds, uttering things like »so tight!« and »don’t know where to start!«. Then, she began by unwrapping the tape covering Angela’s eyes. Through the Nylon of the pantyhose, a pair of wide brown eyes stared at Zara who feigned a gasp and started to pick on the tape gagging Angela.

»I just was on the back yard, having a cigarette, when I saw a masked woman climb from your balcony! I – I came as fast as I could!«

The tape came off, and whilst Zara pulled the pantyhose from Angela’s head, the brunette chortled and grunted as she worked a damp white lump from her mouth. When she could finally spit it out, Zara noticed it was a pair of panties, and she had a flashback to the events from last year. However, she had to pull herself together, as she had to prepare to prevent Angela from screaming.

The brunette panted, and she obviously was oppressing the urge to scream. However, she then calmed down a bit and croaked:

»Th-thank you!«

Since there was no imminent threat Angela would alert the neighbours, Zara rushed into the bathroom where she found a pair of nail scissors she used to work on the bound woman’s ties, asking her what had happened.

»I-I don’t know! A cloth was p-pressed on m-my face, and then, everything went black! And when I woke up, I was-«

Her right hand had come free, and she felt for her lips before she picked up her damp gag. Realizing what it was, she threw the panties to the floor.

Once Zara had freed her, she needed the girl’s help to stagger to the bathroom. Whilst she was waiting for her to return, Zara was once again going through her plan: if Angela wanted to call the Police, she would tell her that she would get her to another room before, in case the intruder would return. If so, she was sure that Angela would take whatever was in the safe with her. And once the safe’s door was open-

The bathroom door opened, and Angela staggered out, in her hand the jewellery box. Her cheeks were reddened as she had washed her face.

»They took my golden ring and brooch – and obviously, they also looked at my handbag!«

She examined the pile of contents on her desk, finding out that only the cash money had been stolen. Angela let herself sink into the armchair.

»All these things weren’t worth more than perhaps 1.000 Euro! And for that, they put me through – through this!«

She pointed at the crumpled bed and massaged her temple with her other hand. Her fingers trembled, and to buy some time, Zara brought her a glass of water. Then, she asked the question that would decide what she had to do next:

»Shall I – shall I call the Police now?«

To her surprise, Angela shook her head.

»I – a few years ago – I have been assaulted, and the – the investigation – it was a bigger ordeal than the actual crime! No, I think, I – I will just get dressed and spend the time until breakfast in the lobby! After all, I don’t think I will find much sleep anyway!«

Zara frowned, but she couldn’t force Angela to call the cops, and so, she waited outside whilst Angela quickly put on some clothes and refreshed her makeup before she followed her to the lobby. Here, the night clerk was within shouting distance.

Once Angela had reached one of the armchairs, Zara withdrew and rushed back to Angela’s room. Perhaps, she could find a way to open the safe – if necessary, by screwing it loose and taking it with her.

However, at Angela’s room, she found the safe’s door open. Whatever had been inside it, Angela had taken it with her!

***

Had she not been blindfolded, Eileen would have rolled her eyes in frustration. It was as if their own bed had decided to add to their predicament.

Once the intruder had left, both she and Salome had tried their best to break free, but except for both of them having to stop from exhaustion some minutes later, it had been to no avail. Not only did they have to pant through their noses, whenever their chests heaved, their breasts were pressed even harder against each other. So, they had stopped fighting for the moment, trying to catch breath until they would start another attempt to free themselves.

There had been an interruption when suddenly it had sounded as if two persons were running through the room; however, none of these had spoken, let alone taken care of the bound and gagged girls. So, once the door had fallen shut, they had tried to work on their bonds again.

Eileen wasn’t afraid that they would die if they didn’t make it; the next day, the chamber maid would open the door and find them. However, it would be embarrassing to lose control over her bladder in the meantime, and it would be even more humiliating the way they were tied together. So, she explored her bound wrists with her fingers, only to come to the conclusion that she could perhaps rip the tape, peu a peu, but not the zip-tie. Now, she had to pause again, her hand resting on Salome’s buttocks. Strange enough, she sensed details like the lacy edge of her thong, or how firm her buttocks felt.

»Under other circumstances, I perhaps would have clawed my finger into them!«

Eileen felt the urge to do it right now. As on keyword, Salome reared up, pressing against her, and she let out a muffled squeal. At the same time, something brushed over Eileen’s sole, and the girl couldn’t help twitching and mewing. Somehow, the bed sheets seemed to have a live on their own, as they managed to tickle themselves repeatedly.

Neither she nor Salome had noticed that the tickles were the result of Kiki teasing them. The redhead almost betrayed herself as she gasped when the door was silently opened, but the noise she made was drowned by a groan from one of the girls.

It was Zara who wanted to whisper something. Kiki, however, shook her head and put her index finger to her lips. Then, she pointed at the bathroom and a confused Zara followed her. Only when the door was closed, Kiki whispered:

»I know these girls from seeing – and they know me!«

It took Zara a few moments to realize what this meant: if the girls would be able to recognize Kiki, she no longer could walk around in the hotel, as she had to hide from the Police. Even worse, with a description, they would soon be able to find out who Kiki was and where she lived, turning her into a fugitive.

The problem was that Zara was facing a similar problem: if her cover was blown, the Police would not be able to find her, but she would no longer be able to work as a servicewoman. Whispering, they discussed their possibilities.

»We could just leave them for the chamber maid to find! They haven’t seen us, so, they won’t be able to put the cops on our track!«

Kiki was right, but that wasn’t the end of it. Of course, the Police would try to find out why the attack had happened, and the commotion would be more than an obstacle. In addition, if the Police was at the hotel anyway, it was more likely that Angela would report the attack on her, too, leading to her either leaving the hotel or asking for better protection.

»The least to happen is that the general keys will be updated – rendering ours useless!«, Kiki concluded, and then, she added:

»They have only booked for two nights!«

Zara looked up, her brain already working fast. If they figured something out why the two girls had left earlier, they would not be missed. She now remembered a place she had encountered earlier, a place where nobody would look for the next few days.

She told Kiki about her plan, and the redhead showed a strange smile. Then, she said:

»Maybe, we can even improve on it! Listen-«

When she had finished, Zara wasn’t sure whether she should be impressed or dismayed. Kiki maybe was an amateur, but she definitely knew how to combine her duty with her kinky desires!

***

Angela was nervous; whenever someone passed the lobby, she twitched, though she knew that it was a good sign: as long as there were other people around, no one would dare to attack her. Once, the clerk had asked her if she was all right, but the woman had withdrawn when Angela had given her a monosyllabic respond.

She was unruly, and she had to oppress the urge to walk around, for it would have looked even more suspicious than her sitting in an armchair hidden behind a column. She looked at her watch, telling her it was 1 am. Some six more hours until she could attend the breakfast room.

And then?

Her car was parked just on the other side of the road, and the keys were in her handbag. However, to get there meant that she would have to get onto the dark parking lot, where strong hands could grab her from behind.

»Perhaps, I should have allowed the girl to call the Police!«

Telling the servicewoman that she feared the embarrassment of an interrogation had been a white lie. What she feared was too much interest in why someone had tried to rob her, for the box containing the diamonds wasn’t technically hers. In fact, it wasn’t hers at all, and she had committed theft by taking them after the divorce. Her ex had given them to her, but he had always made clear that they had been in his family for centuries, and he sure wanted them back.

Angela wondered if he had sent the burglar that had attacked her, and if he knew how far he had gone, by not only tying her up, but leaving her exposed and gagged with her own panties. She had always considered him law-abiding. On the other hand, the gems were precious, whilst she was just his ex, discarded for a younger girl.

Angela oppressed her tears of self-pity. Instead, she began to develop a plan: as soon as there would be some people at the parking lot, she would attend her car and drive to Koblenz where she would go to a jewellery or a pawn shop and take the next best offer for the diamonds. Then, she would leave to some place where she could only hope that whoever had attacked her could not find her.

She was still wondering what had caused her ex-husband to hire a veritable criminal when she once again heard steps in the lobby. A blonde woman left the house, only to sit down on one of the stools beside the entrance. Through the glass, Angela could see her light a cigarette, and she slowly rose from her armchair.

She didn’t smoke, but perhaps, she could have some small talk, pass some time until morning, try to further calm down. So, she approached the blonde and asked:

»Excuse me, but could I ask you for a cigarette, please?«

The blonde held the pack to her, and then, when Angela had no fire, she offered her fire, too. Despite her trembling fingers, she managed to smoke, avoiding to inhale. The blonde now let her eyes wander over her.

»Pardon me, but you look as if you could need a drink, too!«

»Just sleeping issues!«, Angela replied. The other woman shrugged and then added:

»The bar closed some 30 minutes ago, but I think we could get a slumber drink at the lobby, too! That is, if you don’t consider my invitation too offensive!«

Before Angela could react, she had jumped from her stool and was approaching the lobby. Angela anxiously looked around, seeing the row of bushes that shielded the parking lot. However, this other woman was just ten yards away – within shouting distance. In addition, she could really need a drink, and so, she anticipated the blonde’s return. She was carrying a tray with two glasses and four bottles, two of them very small.

»I am afraid they didn’t have ice or a lemon slice, but at least, we now have Gin and tonic water! Allow me!«

She mixed two drinks, and when Angela drew her purse, she shook her head.

»Actually, I have difficulties in falling asleep, too! So, I am glad someone helps me to pass some time, Miss-«

She waited for Angela to introduce herself, and she smiled when taking her drink. She gave her name, insisting that the other should call her by her first name, despite the age gap of about 15 years. The blonde toasted, clinking her glass against Angela’s.

»Nice to meet you, Angela! My name’s Valentina!«

***

Both Eileen and Salome gasped when they felt a hand on their shoulder, firmly, but not brutally. Zara had bent over the bed to grab both captives; since they shouldn’t recognize Kiki, they had agreed that she would do all the talking.

»So far, we haven’t hurt you! Now, nod if you want it to stay that way!«

After a few seconds, both girls nodded, accompanied by some chortling through their gags. During the last few minutes, they had been aware that they were no longer alone, as they had heard steps and some rustling.

The hands from their shoulders vanished, but now, Zara brushed over her sides. It wasn’t a real tickle attack, but both girls squirmed and mewed as she touched their sensitive skin. Then, she playfully slapped their buttocks.

»You two seem very close – and once we have done our job, you may get even closer – but until then, we will have to separate you!«

»Mhhmm? Uuhhmmmph!«

Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Both girls understood that their captor didn’t just mean ending their involuntary embrace. Zara went further down their bodies, tickling the backs of their knees.

»It’s just a precaution, for each of you will be easier to handle if she knows that she will also risk the well-being of the other, of whom she will not know where she is! Anyway, you sure will prefer it over the alternative!«

She jumped onto the bed and sat down on the girls’ calves, also grabbing their ankles. She nodded towards Kiki who, with a devious smile, started to tickle their exposed soles.

»It’s your choice«, Zara stated, raising her voice over the muffled squeals and laughter, and fighting to keep their ankles steady, »if my comrade continues, you will not only lose control over your bladders, you sooner or later will choke to death!«

She allowed Kiki to tickle their soles and toes for another minute, feeling like she was doing a rodeo on their twitching and squirming legs. Then, she made the redhead stop and dismounted them, watching them wheeze and pant.

»Now, what is it going to be? Do you agree in being kept secluded for a day or two – or do you prefer going with a laugh?«

She waited until the girls had managed to catch breath until she asked them whether they would behave, and when they both nodded, she held the dull edge of her knife’s blade to their throats.

»We will now free you, so you may go to the bathroom before we leave! However, one false move, and you will learn the hard way that we can also inflict pain!«

She cut the zip tie connecting Eileen’s and Salome’s big toes; then, she and Kiki pulled them from the bed and helped the girls to get to their feet, waiting until they were able to stand on their wobbly legs. Then, Zara removed the tape holding their upper bodies together. She patted Salome’s shoulder.

»Now, Salome, you may get down, so you can separate from your friend Eileen!«

Neither Eileen nor Salome felt better by the fact they were no longer »Blondie« and »Brownie«, but were called by their names. The Black went to her knees, her face brushing over Eileen’s bra-clad boobs, and she then lowered her arms. Eileen stepped out of Salome’s arms, for a moment feeling how the other’s face touched her pubic mound, and then, both girls stood there with their wrists still tied in front.

Eileen mewed with alarm when her arm was then grabbed, but she was just led to the bathroom and turned around, so the porcelain of the toilet touched the back of her calves. To her dismay, fingers than hooked into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Then, she felt hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her downwards. A piece of toilet paper was put into her hand, and the female voice purred:

»If you feel embarrassed, just remind that my eyes on your assets is better than my fingers on your soles!«

***