Devious Diamonds 4

Zara thought of herself as being a »selfish Robin Hood«: she kept the money she took for herself, but she only took it from the rich, and she also tried to cause as little harm as possible. So, she didn’t feel too well about what they were doing to these two girls who had just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Frightening and threatening them had been necessary, and it was also necessary to stow them at a quiet place for a day or so. However, she was not sure if Kiki saw it that matter-of-factly, too. The redhead definitely enjoyed having the two at her mercy. Zara decided that the price of half a Million was worth bending her principles in that condition.

»Well, I needed a computer scientist, and now, I need an accomplice! So, beggars can’t be choosers!«

Both girls had been allowed to relieve themselves, and now, they were standing side by side, still gagged, hooded and blindfolded. Zara cut their wrist bonds, and they rubbed their wrists. However, when they wanted to reach for their gags, Zara stopped them.

»There is no need for you to talk, and as long as you can’t see us, we can leave you alive! In a day or so, everything will be over – as long as you do as we say! Now, turn around, and step forward to the bed!«

The girls obeyed, and then, Zara made them kneel. Kiki took a roll of duct tape, and she taped Salome’s wrists, her hands palm to palm. She used two zip ties, one around her wrists, the other one to secure the girl’s thumbs; then, she encased her fingers in the tape. In a hoarse whisper that not only sounded scary, but concealed her voice, Kiki then ordered Salome to bring her elbows as close together as she could.

»That’s some four or five inches between the joints! Seems you need help!«

Salome let out a fluttering breath as her elbows were pressed together, until the joints met, and then, Kiki wrapped duct tape around them, above and below the joints. Again, the bonds were secured with zip ties. Then, the Black had to sit down on the bed, and Kiki admired how she had to thrust out her ample breasts, pushing the few buttons of her babydoll top to  the limits.

»Eileen, I know that you are a similar sight! Are your bra sized the same?«

Seeing no point in being defiant, Eileen nodded, and Kiki ordered her to climb on the bed and to kneel behind Salome’s back.

»Now, reach around and cup her boobs!«

»Mhhmm?«

»Nnnggg!«

Without warning, Kiki slapped one of Salome’s exposed breasts. The girl mewed, and Eileen also protested when she heard how her friend was hit. Kiki warned her she could do so as long as she refused to follow her order, and after a second slap, Eileen felt for Salome’s breasts, covering them with her hands from behind.

»Now, as long as I am busy with your friend’s nether regions, you may give her a little massage and at the same time give us your and her bras size! Now, I want you to squeeze them once for every number of the size in the label! My colleague will take care that you don’t miscalculate!«

Shuddering from the thought that, before the first thug had entered, she had wanted to touch Salome right there, Eileen obeyed, trying to be gentle as she squeezed and kneaded Salome’s breasts. Meanwhile, Kiki worked her way up the Black’s legs. She started at her big toes, fixing them together with a zip tie she didn’t pull too tight. Then, she used duct tape and pore cable binders to secure her ankles, followed by above and below her knees. Finally, she added a fourth tie around her thighs. Then, she reached for the waistband of Salome’s thong and pulled it down as far as this last tie allowed, exposing her pubic mound.

»Just in case you have to relieve yourself and we are not around to assist you! Now, what did Eileen count?«

Zara had been more occupied by Kiki’s growing sadism than Eileen groping the other’s breasts, but she could guess, and so, she answered that Salome was a 36. Kiki told Eileen to take off her bra, and once she had received it, she checked the label and nodded.

»36 it is! Now, we still need the cup size! Eileen, please help Salome to stand up!«

Even blindfolded, the order was quite easy to follow. Salome, however, squealed as she was standing, and she cringed, for tensing her leg muscles made her leg ties cut even deeper into her flesh. It took her some time until she could stand without help.

Kiki now held her hands palms up and positioned herself in front of Salome.

»Now, bend forward, until you feel my hands!«

For a few seconds, Salome stood with as much defiance and dignity her bondage allowed. However, given she was nearly naked, exposed and gagged, there wasn’t much left, and so, before Kiki could think of a punishment, she obeyed, having to bring her upper body in an almost horizontal position until she felt the redhead’s fingers groping her breasts.

»Now, that would be ›A‹ – but I am sure that you are not a 36A, Salome! So, if you please add some more forward bends, until the answer is correct!«

Aching, Salome did so three more times, and Kiki seemed satisfied. With the help of Zara, she now tied Eileen in exactly the same way, not sparing her to sit down so her leg ties felt even more tightly, nor the pulling down of her black lacy panties. Except for that, they spared her further humiliation, and finally, the two girls stood side by side, their chests heaving.

Kiki hen stepped opposite them and started an »Eeny meeny miny Moe«, poking their nipples with her fingers on each syllable. In the end, it was Salome who had »won« to be transported first.

The two intruders now emptied the big suitcase of Salome. She was a tall athletic woman, and they both had to prod and squeeze, but finally, the girl fit inside, her forehead pressing against her knees. Zara sat down on the lid whilst Kiki closed the zipper. Then, they placed it on its rolls. From inside the suitcase came a muffled groan, and Zara patted the side.

»We will now pass some corridors, and you might be able to draw attention if we should meet some passer-by. However, you should remember that Eileen will remain here with my colleague – and if I will not return, or take too long, she will suffer the consequences!«

Zara then maneuvered the suitcase onto the corridor and to the elevator, hoping that she would not meet anyone. A guest would be no problem; if one would ask, she would tell him that she was putting the suitcase to the storage room for a guest that had arrived late. An employee, however, could be suspicious of one of the service personnel being here during the night.

Kiki meanwhile stepped opposite Eileen, placing her hands on her shoulders, so she could caress her carotids.

»Don’t be too afraid, sweet Eileen!«, she breathed hoarsely, »we won’t hurt you if we can avoid it! After all, it would be such a waste!«

Eileen let out a fluttering breath when her hands wandered down her shoulders and cupped her breasts. Then, she increased the pressure, until it hurt a little, only to release her grip. Eileen’s nipples were trapped between two of Kiki’s fingers, and the redhead tried to adjust to the blonde captive’s breathing.

»Such a waste!«

***

When Angela excused herself to attend the toilet beside the lobby, Valentina took a deep breath. Though on the one hand, she was relieved that Angela had indeed not recognized her as her attacker, the small talk was a bit straining. She had tried to find out about Angela’s plans, but so far, she had only talked about her failed marriage, and that she was trying to get her life in order. Valentina could understand that she didn’t mention the assault to her, a virtual stranger, but she wondered why she hadn’t called the Police.

»It is as if she’s trying to hide something!«

Unfortunately, Angela, who had insisted on getting them a new round of drinks, had taken her handbag with her. Otherwise, she would have taken the risk of looking whether she was carrying the diamonds with her. She looked inside, seeing Angela talk to the clerk and returning with a tray little later.

»I will take a coffee, and since I wasn’t sure what you’d like, I just ordered one for you, too!«

»You are really not keen on trying to find some sleep!«

Angela apologized for keeping her awake, and Valentina smiled, cocking her head.

»No offense, I am not able to sleep either! However, I am unable to do so because I am worrying whether my company will really outsource the production to Romania, leaving me with the choice of either finding a new job or leaving Germany! What about you? Still mourning for your ex?«

Angela scoffed.

»This bastard has obviously ended this marriage long before he told me! No, it’s just – I am considering a completely new start, somewhere where I am not haunted by memories of my old life!«

Valentina bought some time by sipping from her cup.

»Well, since you have no children, go for it!«

Angela sighed.

»Maybe, I should! I mean, it won’t be easy to start a new life from the scratch, with the aliments I will get, and having been out of my job for some years – but maybe, it’s the best I can do!«

»So, you don’t have any – how did they call it in old times? Needle money?«

»A little«, Angela replied, dodging the question a bit. However, Valentina noticed how she reflexively patted her handbag, and now, she was sure that the diamonds were inside of that. Again, she took a sip from her coffee, considering for a moment to knock Angela to the ground, grab the handbag and run for her car. There was a good chance she could make it before Angela could alert someone – but if she had erred, if the diamonds were still inside the safe, she had ruined any chance of getting close to them.

Angela had turned away a bit, staring into the darkness. Only when Valentina cleared her throat, she turned back, showing an apologetic smile.

»Sorry, I was just in my thoughts!«

»No problem – I just wanted to assure you empty your coffee as long as it is still warm! Cheers!«

She raised her cup, and Angela took hers, clinking it against Valentina’s before taking a sip.

»Phew, only lukewarm! I think we change to water if we stay longer!«

Valentina chuckled, lowering her head so Angela could not see any treacherous spark in her eyes. With Angela staring into the darkness, she had been able to place the little pill in her coffee, and obviously, she had not recognized what had caused the strange taste. Now, all she had to do was wait a little.

***

Folded in three, stashed inside the suitcase, and fighting for breath, Salome was fighting down a panic attack. In addition to her plight, either by coincidence or by sheer meanness, she was now positioned with her head down, and she was sure that she would faint if the trip went on a little longer.

In fact, it was just a few minutes, and so, the girl was still awake when she felt that the suitcase was turned onto its side. Then, the lid was opened, and Salome squirmed to wriggle herself out of the tiny prison. Her feet touched a concrete floor, and there was a constant buzzing and humming around her, accompanied by the sound of water running through pipes.

Zara had discovered the central heating room during her shift, since it was located close to the laundry room. Since it was late spring, the heating was used for warm water only, and thus, the room was warm, but not unbearably hot. In addition, as long as the system worked, no one would come there.

The heater was a giant contraption, and Zara noticed that behind it, not to be seen from the door, was just enough space to stow Salome. She took some folded blankets from the laundry and used two of them to upholster the concrete floor. Then, she took her knife and a coiled rope and cut two lengths before turning to Salome who had managed to sit up, covered with sweat and panting through her nose.

»We are almost there! One last effort, and you may relax! Remember, it’s just for one day, and we don’t have the intention to hurt you or your friend!«

The girl mewed faintly, and she just twitched a little when Zara now lead one of the ropes above her breasts and threaded the ends through her armpits. She knotted these ends at Salome’s shoulder blades, forming a handle that allowed her to force the girl onto her feet. Salome staggered, and she ached when her leg bonds cut deeper into her skin, but in the end, she was able to do little hops, into the gap between the heater and the wall. The gap had been narrow for the petite Zara; Salome, tall and buxom, had to squeeze herself forward, and when she had reached the blankets, she collapsed on the floor.

Zara made her lie on her back and tied the rope to a pipe behind her back. With the other rope, she fixed her feet to a pipe on the other side. Now, Salome could squirm a bit, and turn to her side. Zara bent over her, and, as a gesture of good nature, she pulled the girl’s panties back in place.

»We will look after you every few hours! Just try to relax!«

She brushed over Salome’s cheek, hidden under the hood, and then, she withdrew. The heater was humming constantly, and there was also the sound of the water in the pipes, both drowning the little sounds Salome could produce. When Zara had left, pulling the empty suitcase behind her, and had closed the heavy steel door, there was nothing to be heard.

»Poor girl!«, she thought. Zara would have preferred to just grab the diamonds and leave. She knew that Kiki was more and more enjoying the bondage part of their mission, and she knew that she would play with the girls if it would be on her to look after them.

»They won’t die from it, and I will have to focus on the money!«, she told herself as she returned to the elevator. To her dismay, it stopped at the ground floor, and Zara lowered her head, hoping that whoever it was, he would not ask her what she was doing in the middle of the night.

To her surprise, when the door opened, her eyes fell on a thrust out butt in a tight jeans. It belonged to a blonde woman who stood bent over another one who had just staggered, and she was obviously helping her up. Zara felt a shiver run down her spine: the woman struggling to get up was Angela!

She hammered on the button to close the door, and it was when the door slid close that the blonde spun around and wanted to stop the elevator, but it was too late. For the fraction of a second, their eyes met, and then, the elevator slowly moved.

»Relax! Whoever she was, she has no idea who I am!«, Zara told herself as she rolled the suitcase down the corridor. However, whoever was with Angela could become a problem for their mission!

In the room of the girls, Kiki rose from the bed where she had been sitting, her cheeks reddened. On the bed, Eileen was lying on her back, and when she approached, Zara noticed traces of lipstick on her boobs, and that her nipples stood out hard and erect. Obviously, Kiki had taken the opportunity to play with her victim.

»There’s someone with Angela!«, she hissed, and Kiki, whose nipples were piercing through her T-Shirt, took a few moments to understand.

»The intruder?«, she then asked, and Zara shrugged.

»Hard to say, she was not wearing a mask and a catsuit! Anyway, I will have to get upstairs and check the scene! Can you get her«, she pointed at Eileen«, to the hideout alone?«

»I-I think so!«

Quite unceremoniously, they now stuffed Eileen into the trunk, and Kiki rolled it onto the corridor whilst Zara stepped onto the balcony.

Looking down on the suitcase she was manoeuvring, Kiki felt her breath accelerate. This was for real! She anticipated the next 24 hours, and in her imagination, the 50 Grand were just a nice bonus.

Having reached the ground floor, Kiki avoided the lobby and approached the back entrance, where a glass door led to the garden park, with rows of deckchairs and folded sun umbrellas. Beside it was a large tent, built like a Mongol yurt. It contained an outdoor sauna, but currently, a red and white plastic band blocked the entry, and a sign informed the guests that the sauna would not be reopened before the 1st of July. In other words, nobody would get there, and during the day, the noise of the guests using the deck chairs would drown every sound Eileen could perhaps make.

Kiki panted as she pushed the suitcase over the gravel path, and she had to be careful not to rip the plastic band as she crossed the line. The tent itself was closed by a simple canvas door that had a zipper on both sides. Kiki cursed as she had to get the suitcase over the step on the floor, but finally, the suitcase was lying inside, and Kiki could close the canvas behind her. She guessed that it was thick enough to cover the light of her torch, and so, she switched it on.

In the middle, there was a stone cross encircling the fireplace, and some deckchairs were standing at the wall. Kiki examined them, and whilst she opened her backpack, an idea began to build inside her head. Smiling, she opened the suitcase, allowing the groaning Eileen to stretch on the floor.

Meanwhile, Kiki adjusted one of the deckchairs, so its backrest became almost horizontal. Then, she forced Eileen to sit down on it, and she brought her arms over the edge of the backrest, so her lower arms rested on the ground and the edge dug into her armpits.

»I will now cut your leg ties! I am using a knife, so, you better hold still!«

Eileen nodded weakly, and Kiki started at the thigh bonds, working down to her ankles. She brushed over Eileen’s soles before untying her big toes, enjoying hoy the girl twitched and mewed. Then, whilst Eileen weakly moved her legs, she cut several lengths of rope, four shorter pieces and a rather long one.

Eileen gasped when her right ankle was grabbed. In her position, her middle was higher than usual, allowing Kiki to tie her leg to the armrest at knees and ankles. When she had done so to her other side, too, Eileen was very aware of how exposed and vulnerable her crotch now was.

»We two will have so much fun if I come back to play with you, Eileen!«

She stepped to the bottom of the deckchair and brushed over Eileen’s exposed soles, just enough that the naked girl had to squirm in a most lascivious way. Then, the redhead took the long rope, doubled it and brought it around the girl’s waist.

»You know what this is going to be, Eileen?«

Eileen had endured a crotch rope before, but the experience was still irritating and frightening. The noose tightened around her waist, and then, the ends were brought to her back and threaded between her buttocks before they went over her labia and then, Kiki pushed them under the rope belt, pulling the slack out until Eileen groaned and reared up.

Holding the ends tight, she stepped back and now, she tickled only Eileen’s right foot with her free hand. Helplessly, the girl squirmed and wriggled, feeling how the crotch rope massaged her middle, trying to find a way inside her.

»Too bad I have to look after my colleague now – but I will take care that you can stoke the oven until my return by playing with yourself!«

Kiki went on her knees and brought the rope ends under the seat of the deckchair. Once again pulling the slack out, she tied the ends off to Eileen’s already bound wrists. Now, the girl could either lie still with her arms stretched, the edge of the backrest pressing against her armpits – or she could wriggle, which would have consequences on the ropes between her legs.

»Before I forget, I have something for you – a little souvenir from your friend!«

From the backpack, she produced two pairs of panties, a plain cotton pair in pale pink, and a colourful Lycra pair. It was the panties Eileen and Salome had been wearing during the trip, and Kiki guessed that the coloured pair belonged to Salome. So, she put this pair over Eileen’s head, placing the pink pair in her pocket. Then, she bent forward and kissed each of Eileen’s nipples.

»See you soon, Eileen!«

Kiki decided to leave the suitcase behind. Once she had left the tent, she threaded a small zip tie through the zipper and closed it. It could not hold up anyone determined or with a knife, but it would keep out occasional lookers. Then, she took a deep breath. Her loins tingled, and she knew that even someone seeing her from the distance could sense her arousal.

»Best job ever!«

***

The drug Valentina had put into Angela’s drink was similar to those that were used on date rapes, and since she hadn’t drunk all of it, she was still conscious, but she could barely stand on her legs, and she felt like she was drunk. Valentina had offered her to get her to her room, and the brunette had only weakly protested. Under other circumstances, she might have wondered why Valentina knew the way, but now, she was just glad she had a literal shoulder to lean upon as the blonde helped her into her room and made her sit down in the armchair.

»Do you have a glass, and maybe, some Aspirin?«, she asked, rummaging through the room as if she was searching for such things. In reality, she quickly checked the cupboard, finding the safe’s door open. So, the diamonds were indeed in the handbag!

»Ba-bathroom!«, Angela croaked, and Valentina went there. Since she had already checked it on her last visit, she ignored the jewellery box and instead, she took one of the toothbrush glasses, filled it with water and then searched for an Aspirin, finally finding a few in a side pocket of the toiletry bag. Her search had lasted for a few minutes and so, when she stepped back into the room, Angela had half sunk from the armchair, her eyelids fluttering and her mouth open.

Valentina knew that the drug had now kicked in. Soon, Angela would pass out, though only for a while. By then, Valentina hoped that she would be on her way to Koblenz, where her contact man would pay her for the diamonds.

»Who- who-«, Angela stammered, and Valentina smiled, putting the glass to Angela’s lips.

»It’s me, Valentina, just relax and drink! Soon, you will feel better!«

Concentrating on her victim, Valentina had not recognized that Angela had not been referring to her, but to the other figure that had suddenly materialized behind Valentina’s back. She heard a rustle, and she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye, but before she could react, something hit her carotid artery, and Valentina reared up with an ache. One moment later, her eyes twisted and she collapsed into Angela’s lap.

»Wha-«, the brunette began, trying to focus Zara who now lowered Valentina to the ground. Then, she bent over Angela, showing an apologetic smile.

»Sorry, it’s nothing personal, just business!«

She reached forward and pinched Angela’s carotids until the brunette also passed out. Then, she quickly rummaged through the handbag lying on the floor. She felt a plastic box, looking like a glasses box, but bigger, and when she opened it, her eyes fell on a glistering necklace and a pair of matching earrings, embedded on velvet. Zara allowed herself a sigh of relief before she took the jewellery and let it slide into the breast pocket of her frock. Then, she looked down on the two unconscious women to her feet and smiled.

»Now, all I need is a little head start, and I will be free of all obligations, plus half a Million richer! And you two will lose nothing but some money, and some of your dignity!«

***

»Uuuhmmmm! Mmhrrrmmmmmm! Hhrrrrrrrr!«

Salome screamed through the bikini bottom filling her mouth, like she had done a few times before. It was more to confirm herself that it was to no avail than to really call for help. The noise around her was drowning her muffled screams, and she was sure that her kidnapper had placed her at a place where it was unlikely that she would be found soon.

The woman who had brought her here had promised to look after her, and she had also said that they would not get hurt and be freed the next day. She had also showed a little kindness by pulling up her panties. Maybe, it was the best to wait for the end of the ordeal.

However, two things stood against this: her worries about Eileen, who was left somewhere else, and her fear of the other woman, the one who had spoken little, but showed such glee in torturing them. What if it was her looking after her, bending over her and tickle her, until she fainted, or peed on her blanket? What if she went further? Salome had all too vivid memories of what even a woman could do to a helplessly trussed up woman, and she knew that she didn’t want to endure it another time.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she examined her bonds. Her hands were wrapped in tape, rendering her fingers useless, and even if she had been able to remove the tape, there would still have been her tied wrists and elbows, secured with zip ties over the tape. Without anything sharp, her arms would remain useless.

»Anything sharp!«

Salome wriggled forward, until the rope around her chest tightened, and she explored the pipe her ankles were tied to with her feet. It was an ordinary pipe, warm and smooth, and it protruded from a connection piece that led to another horizontal pipe. Salome twisted her legs, and her toes brushed over the connection. There were some screws, and a plan was beginning to build inside her head. It would be a small step, the first of many to follow, but it was better than to just lie there, imagining the cruelties the woman could do to her helpless naked body.

So, Salome hooked the zip tie tying her big toes over one of the screws. Then, taking a few deep breaths through her nose, she pulled with all her might. A sharp pain shot through her toes, followed by an irritating tingle when the pain ceased. The zip tie was still there, and Salome knew that she would soon be too exhausted to try any further. However, once her breath had normalized, she once again felt for the screws, to give it another try.

***

Since the nylon hood of the pantyhose was between her eyes and the tape blindfold, Eileen could blink, though it didn’t make much of a difference whether she kept her eyes open or closed. At least, she could blink away her tears, and she had indeed sobbed a little since her captor had left.

Partially, it had been due to fear and exhaustion, but also, she felt embarrassed. Not so much because she was once again naked in the clutches of a kidnapper. She would never get used to that predicament, but at least, there was nothing new in her experience of having to chew on someone else’s used underwear, or being helplessly trussed up. Eileen knew that the way she was tied up now, with her thighs open, and her elbows forced together behind her back, she would be all tits and womb to whoever would see her, but even that wasn’t the worst part.

Being tied together with Salome, especially as they had been about to get physical, Eileen had not been indifferent to the constant rubbing of Salome’s hot body against her own, and so, when they had been separated, her body had shown signs of her growing arousal. She knew that her nipples had grown hard, and she thanked the fact that her panties were black, thus hiding that there was for sure a wet spot on them.

Then, she had been forced to fondle Salome’s breasts, and though she had felt pity for her friend, it had also been exciting to do so – and to feel how Salome had also reacted to the massage. Telling herself that her friend had only done so because it had been Eileen to grope her and not one of their kidnappers had only made things worse.

Then, once she had been tightly trussed up, Salome had been brought away, and then, the second woman had started to touch her. In addition to caressing and kissing her breasts, she had constantly reminded her of Salome’s features, and in the end, her own body had betrayed her – at least, that was how Eileen had felt. Her nipples had grown erect again, and when the woman had licked and sucked on them, she had groaned and reared up to feel her more. She had even felt slightly disappointed when the game had been interrupted, though at the same time, she had blushed with embarrassment from having such thoughts.

Now, she was trussed up even more exposed, and there was no chance to get free on her own accord. Sooner or later, the unknown woman would return for her, and then-

»She now knows which buttons she has to press! And if she does so, I will-. I will- Oh, Salome, if it helps to keep you well and alive, I will do anything!«

The body of the Black appeared in front of her inner eye, clad in the transparent babydoll, so she could admire her firm ample boobs, and the skimpy thong did little to hide her womanhood, warm and promising-

»Uuuhmmmmm!«

A tingle shot through Eileen’s loins, and she reflexively pulled on her crotch rope to ease the irritation. The rubbing of the rough rope only made things worse – worse in a blissful way. Uttering a fluttering breath, Eileen stopped, forcing herself to hold her arms still.

For some time, she was lying like this, but then, trapped in silence and blackness, she was an easy prey for her fears. The only distraction, the only escape was to think of Salome – and these thoughts sooner or later let to her playing with the rope again. A vicious circle began, and the intervals between Eileen teasing herself became shorter, whilst the moments of tightening and loosening the rope between her legs became longer-

***

Kiki hadn’t returned to the hotel room directly. The urge to either get back to Eileen, look after Salome or to get onto one of the indoor deckchairs, lower her pants and get some pleasure from her own hands had been overwhelming, and so, she had gone into one of the public bathrooms where she had washed her face with cold water, waiting for the blissful tingle in her loins to cease. In the mirror, Kiki could see that she was still looking dishevelled, and it was as if there was »aroused« written all over her forehead, but it would have to go.

Returning to room 317, she wondered why a laundry tray was parked in the corridor. It hadn’t been there when she had left, and it was too early for the service personnel to do the regular round. Had Zara placed it there?

She opened the door, and indeed, Zara was sitting on the bed, rising when she spotted Kiki. There was a smile on her face as she approached the redhead.

»We did it, Kinky Kiki! It was a straining bit of work, and I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish it without your help! Come into my arms!«

Kiki noticed a strange glance in Zara’s eyes as she now opened her arms. Was the small woman trying to seduce her? And was she rather appalled or appealed by it? A bit reluctantly, she stepped closer, also opening her arms.

Zara now raised hers, and Kiki asked herself whether she intended to grab her head, pull it down and kiss her. Then, she felt a terrible pain shoot through her neck, and a moment later, everything went black in front of her eyes.

»Sorry, Kinky Kiki!«, Zara whispered, lowering the unconscious redhead to the ground, »I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, but now, all I need is a few hours without no one being able to raise alarm, and without you, there’s 50 Grand more on my account!«

***