Devious Diamonds 5

Valentina woke up, feeling a throbbing in her neck, and a strange pressure on her womb. She wanted to wipe her eyes, finding that she couldn’t.

»Mhhm?«

She blinked, noticing she was staring at a lamp that forced her to turn away her head. Her eyes fell on her wrist, and now, she noticed it was tied to the bed post. Valentina pulled on her bond, realizing it was tight.

»Uuhhmmm!«

She now quickly noticed more details of her bondage: her other hand was tied, too, as were her ankles, and several rounds of tightly applied tape sealed her lips. Underneath, something cut into the corners of her mouth, and inside her oral cavity, she felt a big dense wad that tasted vile and stuffed her mouth completely. Ignoring the pain in her neck, Valentina raised her head.

The first thing she saw was her breasts, bare of any clothes, and between them she saw – a naked butt? Valentina thought she was hallucinating, but then, she saw that indeed, another naked woman was sitting on her lap. Bent forward so she could only see her buttocks and her bound hands. Valentina shifted her body, and she now felt a tightness at her waist and between her legs.

»Mph!«

A narrow band had been tied around her waist, and according to the pressure at the small of her back, the other woman’s crossed wrists were tied there, whilst her co-captive’s knees were fixed to Valentina’s thighs. Another tight band bisected her crotch and cleft, and as she looked closer, she could see a brown band, maybe the leg of a pantyhose, tied between her buttocks as well. She shuddered when she realized what this meant: not only was she crotch-roped, her crotch rope was also connected to the one her companion was sporting. Suddenly, she as very aware of the nylon rubbing over her clit on every move.

Valentina looked around, and she noticed that she was still at Angela’s room, though something looked different. Whoever had attacked her from behind had left her naked, bound and gagged – together with what could only be Angela. She felt for her wrist bonds that proved to be more pantyhose, pulled tight, and the knots were well out of reach.

Before she could think of other ways of freeing her hands, she heard a chortle, and the woman sitting on her lap began to move. Immediately, the chortle grew into muffled screams, and the movements turned into a frantic wriggling and twitching. If Angela’s crotch rope hurt her like Valentina’s did, the brunette ignored it in her desperate struggles against her bonds.

***

Salome decided that she would allow herself 20 more breaths before she would try to continue her escape attempts. She felt completely exhausted already, and her success was not what she would have called overwhelming.

After three more attempts, she had been able to rip apart the zip tie around her big toes, and then, she had managed to undo the knots of the rope connecting her ankles to the pipe. Now, Salome could bend her legs again, but she was still tied hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded. Had one of her captors arrived right now, it would have taken her less than a minute to ruin everything the girl had achieved so far.

Salome now bent her legs and pushed, ignoring the pain this cause in her leg bonds, and she brought herself into a sitting position. The rope that held her upper body to the vertical pipe loosened a bit as she leaned backwards, and Salome tried how far she could bend forward until the rope above her breasts tightened. Then, she leaned backwards again, and, after a deep breath, she darted forward, pulling on the rope.

»Uuhhmmph!«

It felt like the pull of a seat belt when a speeding car suddenly braked, and Salome groaned. However, as she once again tested her bonds, she felt that she could lean forward one or two inches more. The rope was loosening!

Salome was a tall and athletic girl, and despite her exhaustion, she fought with renewed energy. Each time, the noose opened more, and then, as she tried for the fifth or sixth time, she felt the knots open. She cringed as she wriggled herself free and the rough ropes were brushing over her sensitive armpits, but in the end, Salome was no longer fixed to the pipes.

Panting, the girl sat up and tried to figure out if she had really improved. She knew that she could not keep on doing strenuous stunts for very much longer, for she would simply faint then. So, she tried to analyse where she was, despite her blindfold.

According to the sounds, and to the warm pipes, she was stowed in the central heating room, in the small space between the wall and the heater that luckily wasn’t boiling. So, she started her long journey towards the front of the heater, always stretching her legs and then crawling after by rubbing her butt over the floor. When she had completed the perhaps five or six yards, her buttocks felt sore, but now, she had some room around her.

Unable to see, she explored the area around her position with her feet, and suddenly, she touched something that made a clinking sound when it toppled over. It was a small glass bottle, and Salome felt like electrified. Glass could be turned into broken glass, and shards usually were sharp!

The only problem was that in her current position, there was no way to break the bottle without hurting herself, and though it would only be minor cuts, Salome shied away from doing so. She brushed over the bottle with her feet.

»Perhaps, I can grab it with my toes and throw it against the wall!«

However, this not only seemed too difficult to accomplish, even if she succeeded, the shards would be everywhere. Reluctantly, she steadied the bottle against the wall and touched it with her heels. She was sure that if she raised her legs, she would be able to smash it – but still, she feared to cut herself. She wouldn’t die from it, but if things went bad, she could cut herself so badly that her feet would be permanently damaged.

»I need some padding!«, she thought, and, as if God was appreciating her effort, she remembered where she could get such a thing. Salome groaned at the prospect of having to rub her butt over the concrete floor again, but she then bit down on the bikini bottom in her mouth and squirmed back to where she had just come, until she could feet the blanket she had been lying upon with her feet.

It was physically exhausting to pull the blanket with her toes, but just before she had to pause once again, she was able to manage it. Hyperventilating through her nose, Salome pushed the blanket towards the bottle, trying to cover it under layers of woollen cloth. Then, she turned onto her back, raised her legs high and then let them fall down.

The sound of breaking glass was muffled, and yet, Salome let out a croak of triumph. When she carefully felt with her toes, she sensed that indeed, the bottle was broken! She rummaged through the blanket until she could feel the pointy edge of a shard.

The concrete rubbed against her nipples as she turned onto her belly, the shard between her big toes. Carefully not to lose it, Salome bent her legs and stretched her arms, ignoring how this pressed her thrust out boobs even harder against the ground. When the tips of her fingers touched the shard, she carefully began to saw through the tape that encased her fingers.

***

Unlike Salome or Eileen, Kiki wasn’t blindfolded, but without her glasses, even the ceiling seemed blurred. At least, she considered it was the ceiling she was staring at, for she was sitting in an armchair, but there was little opportunity for her to move and check out more.

When she had been waking up, Kiki had found herself in the plush chair, with her arms tied behind the backrest and fixed to the rear legs, so she couldn’t rise, let alone get up. Her ankles were tied to the front legs; it could have been an almost convenient position, had it not been for her head bondage.

Kiki’s mouth was stuffed full with what she guessed was her own socks, plus the panties she had been wearing – panties that had been damp from arousal. A tight cleave had been applied on top of it, and above, her mouth was wrapped with layers of tape. Her head had then been bent over the edge of the backrest, and her red curls were tied to the rear legs with some twine, so Kiki could hardly move her head at all, whilst raising it was impossible.

Whilst her socks and panties were inside her mouth, the rest of her clothes had completely disappeared. There were no further restraints, but a short struggle had told Kiki she would stay like this until someone would find her. She screamed through her gag in frustration, but the faint humming was so dissuasive she decided to save her energy until she would hear steps.

***

When Zara had contacted Gad, she had not been surprised that the man had wanted to meet her in Koblenz within one hour. Obviously, he had decided to be close to the hotel. To Zara’s relief, he had agreed upon meeting close to the »Deutsches Eck«, the place where the Moselle flew into the Rhine. A giant statue on a podium marked the spot, and even in the midst of the night, there were a few people around. So, Gad would not be able to get rid of her unseen.

She had put on a short black dress that emphasized her ample forms, and as a crowning touch, she also wore the diamond necklace and earrings. For half a Million, she would allow Gad to pluck the jewellery from her.

Zara parked close to the monument and stayed on the main alley that was lit by lanterns and where a few passers-by were strolling along. Gad was sitting on the steps of the podium, and he rose when she approached him. Playing their role, the two hugged, and Gad held her in a loose embrace when he asked:

»Where’s Kiki?«

»She had so much fun that she decided to work for free! Anyway, she’s a little tied up now, but she sends greetings!«

»You greedy girl!«, Gad scolded her playfully, waving his index finger. Zara smiled and thrust out her breasts whilst swaying her body. Gad, however, didn’t show more than a slight interest. Zara pouted as she looked up at him:

»If you are not able to tell me how beautiful I look, you could at least admire my beautiful new jewellery! These are real diamonds!«

His reaction surprised her, as gad’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly grabbed her arms. Then, obviously forcing himself to remain calm, he asked:

»You – only took the diamonds?«

Zara blinked, feeling puzzled.

»J-Just as you t-told me!«

Gad took a few deep breaths, not loosening the grip on her arms. Then, he shook his head, scoffing as he uttered:

»Right now, I am not sure whether to laugh, cry or break your neck!«

Zara had a clear preference among these options, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. Gad seemed to stay away from all three potions for the moment, and he just looked at her:

»I told you about a black plastic box, containing the necklace and the earrings, didn’t I? An ordinary black jewellery box?«

»Y-yes«, Zara croaked, »a-and both a-are on me, a-as you c-can see!«

»And the box?«

Zara felt as if an icy fist was squeezing her stomach, but she knew that there was no point in lying. She confessed that she had left it at the hotel room. Gad let her go, and for a second, Zara considered running away. However, she noticed the gun in the holster under his jacket, and she didn’t want to provoke him in his current mood.

»These diamonds«, Gad finally stated, »are worth some 80.000 – quite a sum, but to be honest, if you had accomplished the mission successfully, I would have given them to you as a bonus! The box, however, is priceless!«

Zara, sensing that his fit of rage was ceasing, scolded him:

»Maybe, you should have told me that!«

Gad nodded, accepting his mistake. Then, he looked at her, and he once again grabbed her arm, though a bit less tightly this time.

»Where’s the box now? I mean, if you can fetch it right now, nothing’s lost!«

A bit meekly, Zara now confessed that, thinking the mission was over, had left behind everything that could get her linked to it, including her disguise as a servicewoman and the cloned general key. Of course, she could appear in the morning and pretend she had forgotten her frock, but she would not be able to get into Angela’s room and grab the box, unless she broke the door or the window. Gad sighed.

»Come with me!«

He didn’t leave her much choice, pulling her by her arm to his car. Zara got onto the passenger seat, not daring to be defiant, and Gad went behind the wheel.

»Seems that the mission has turned from a secret operation to a less secret one, but maybe, we still stand a chance!«

***

An exhausted Valentina now had an idea why Rodeo was also called »breaking horses«. The last few minutes, she had been experiencing her own special kind of Rodeo – with her being the horse.

Angela had pulled on her bonds and tried to get loose, ignoring the fact that both her and Valentina’s crotch ropes were connected, and thus, her wriggling and bucking had caused many painful tugs on the tight band between Valentina’s legs, and the blonde had had no chance than to join in her struggles, tied spreadeagle as she was.

In addition to her struggling, Angela had screamed through her gag, as if she wanted to defeat the effectiveness of all the packing and wrapping with sheer willpower. Finally, completely out of breath, and covered with sweat, she had finally collapsed – sinking backwards, so now, her upper body was resting on Valentina’s breasts, making breathing even more difficult.

»Mph! Uuhmmhhmm! Mph!«

Valentina squirmed, so she could make more or less eye contact with Angela who stared at her with an expression of exhausted panic. Then, she also made a small sound, as if to signal that now, she was too worn out to even struggle or moan.

»Nnhhmmph! Gghhmmmm!«

Valentina rolled her eyes in frustration as she tried to communicate with Angela. Repeatedly, she pushed her chin forward; then, she tried to signal with her eyes that she as trying to point on Angela’s arms. They were tied at wrists and elbows, but at least, their captor had forgotten to anchor them to her crotch rope. So, Angela had a little mobility.

After what seemed hours, Angela finally nodded, and then, accompanied by much aching and chortling, she tried to raise her upper body, and her arms rubbed over Valentina’s belly. Searching for balance, her hands groped the blonde’s breasts, but then, they were close enough for her to touch Valentina’s face. She turned her head, and Angela also looked over her shoulder, and now, she began to pick on the tape wound over Valentina’s mouth.

***

Salome had rolled to her side, so she could breathe more easily. She tried to cheer herself up, concentrate on what she had accomplished so  far, and not thinking of the many steps that were still between her and freedom.

She had lost the shard twice, and getting it back had been hard work for the bound, gagged and blindfolded girl, but in the end, she had been able to remove the tape from her fingers. Now able to grab the piece of glass, she had freed her ankles, and she now thought how she should continue.

The main problem was the elbow tie, for there was no chance of reaching the zip ties above and below the joints. If she managed to free her elbows, she could get her hands to her front, and from then on, all would be piece of cake in comparison. In her desperation, she even considered lying on the shards and wriggling, hoping that they would cut the ties before she had cut her entire skin into pieces. Then, however, another idea built inside her head, and she carefully searched for the bottle’s neck.

As she had hoped, the neck was still intact, with some pointy bits of the glass on it. Salome took it between her numb fingers; then, she crawled to the next wall and managed to get herself into a standing position.

With her ankles free, she could do very small steps, but still, it was an ordeal to follow the course of the wall, until her shoulder no longer touched concrete, but smooth steel. She had reached the door, and she allowed herself a moment of panting until she felt for the handle.

A fluttering breath of relief came from her gagged mouth, and she had almost dropped the bottleneck when she leaned against the door. The handle was straight and narrow, and since the opening of the bottle was wide enough, she could get it over the handle. Now, the thing was more or less fixed, and she could try to saw through her elbow ties.

Still, it was a difficult task, and she thanked the tape underneath the zip ties that now acted as a protection from cutting herself. However, just as she was about to give up from sheer exhaustion, her elbows parted. Groaning, Salome sank to the floor.

After a short break, she then brought her still bound wrists to her front and now, she reached for the tape wound over her mouth and picked on it. Once she had found the edge, it went easy, and a minute later, she could pull the totally sodden bikini bottom from her mouth. Salome allowed herself another break of panting and drooling before she removed the blindfold, too, and pulled the pantyhose from her head.

»If they come for me now, I at least can scream!«

Once she had recovered a bit, she grabbed a shard and freed her wrists, followed by removing her leg ties. Salome knew that it would take another few minutes until she would be able to get to her feet again, let alone walking, but she had done it!

»Don’t worry, Eileen, Salome, the black Houdini’s to the rescue!«

***

During the short trip from Koblenz, Zara had given a quick report of what had happened at the hotel, and they had also worked out the beginnings of a stratagem. Their first problem was that they didn’t have a key, and gad insisted that they needed a retreat except for his car.

So, once they had reached the hotel, Gad, who didn’t look suspicious in his light suit, entered via the main entrance, even nodded to the clerk as if he was an ordinary guest returning late (or rather early, as it was close to 4 am no), and then walked through the corridors until he was at the exit towards the rear garden. Here, he blocked the door with a pebble before he went for the abandoned sauna tent where Zara was waiting for him. She pointed at the zipper that was closed with a small zip tie.

»Seems that no one has been here since Kiki deposited the blonde here!«

Since she had no equipment with her, Gad used his pocketknife to cut the zip tie, and they carefully entered the tent. From inside, they could hear signing and grunting, and when they had passed the door, a specific fragrance hit their noses.

Zara knew that she should have been prepared for the fact that Kiki would not just have secured her captive, but nevertheless, as the light of the torch hit Eileen, she had to oppress a gasp. The tall, hooded blonde was sitting on a deckchair, her arms pulled over the backrest, and her stocking-clad legs tied to the armrests, so her thighs were open. Her body was glistering with sweat, and her breasts, thrust out because of the elbow tie, were pointing directly at her with their hardened nipples. Her chest was heaving, and she was squirming, not frantically, but rhythmically. In the same rhythm, a rope that ran between her legs and then went under the seat of the chair, tightened and loosened, and the girl moaned, indicating that she was in the throes of passion.

»Shall we – let her finish?«, she asked gad with a mixture of amusement, confusion and slight hysteria. She had to poke her comrade, for gad was also staring at the naked girl. Then, however, he cleared his throat and shook his head.

»Better not! If she’s a screamer, she might attract unwanted attention, even when she’s gagged!«

Zara shrugged, and she approached Eileen, all of a sudden placing her hands on her shoulders. The girl gasped, and then, she shook her head, faint chortling and a pink rash on her cleavage indicating her embarrassment.

»Sorry, but our duty comes before your fun, Eileen! Now, what are we going to do next?«

Gad handed her his knife and a ring with assorted picklocks.

»According to what you said, all you have to do is to get to Angela Hoch’s room, take the box and then come back here! I will expect you in, let’s say, one hour from now!«

»One hour, hm?«, Zara asked, cocking her head. If there would be no problems, it would take her just 15 minutes to fetch the box, even if she had to break open the door. Gad didn’t react, as he was occupied with staring at Eileen who was still coping with being caught in the act, so to say. Shaking her head, Zara left the tent.

Obviously, she was the only one in her team who used her head for thinking, and not her nether regions, she thought as she approached the silent hotel.

***

The removal of the last round of tape had ripped some of the fine hair from Valentina’s neck, and undoing the cleave gag had meant to constantly have Angela’s fingers at her face. Now, she was helping her to get the gag packing from her mouth, and though she helped with her tongue, it took some minute until she could pull a sodden black pantyhose from Valentina’s oral cavity. The blonde croaked and chortled, and a dismayed Angela realized there was more packing inside. With a shudder, she removed a pair of lilac panties she recognized as the ones she had been wearing before.

Valentina only allowed herself a short time of panting until she croaked that she would now try to open Angela’s bonds with her teeth. The wrist ties were no major problem, but then, Angela had to lean back, her hands pressing on Valentina’s stomach, whilst she was fighting the knots of the elbow ties.

When the second pantyhose came off, Angela sank forward and immediately reached for her gag. Valentina said from behind her, repeating her words again and again:

»Don’t scream, Angela! For God’s sake, don’t scream!«

Valentina didn’t so much fear that their attacker was still near – she didn’t want to be found by anyone whist she was still naked and tied hand and foot. She hoped that Angela was still unsuspicious, and would help her free herself, so she could decide what to do next.

Angela finally let out an annoyed groan and when she had removed her gag, she indeed managed to remain calm. Valentina noticed that her mouth had been packed with a pair of socks and a black pair of panties she considered to be hers.

The next stage of freeing themselves was embarrassing for both women: to get loose from Valentina, Angela had to reach between her butt and the blonde’s pubic mound, so she could work  on the knots of her crotch rope. Since this was made from another pantyhose, the knots were bothersome to undo, and she involuntarily not only pulled on Valentina’s crotch rope, but also her fingers constantly brushed over her pubic mound. Both sighed with relief when Angela could finally withdraw and hop to the bathroom with her ankles still tied.

Valentina heard her relief herself and then wash her face, but then, Angela returned, in her hand a small pair of scissors. Her face showed a dismayed expression.

»What’s the matter?«, Valentina asked, fearing that by some silly coincidence, Angela had found out about her role in the whole story and would now attack her with the scissors whilst she was still naked and tied. However, Angela just began to free her left wrist whilst uttering:

»The towels – my clothes – there’s not a single piece of cloth!«

Now, Valentina realized what had seemed so strange about the bed: she was lying on the bare mattress, the sheets and everything else had gone. Once she was free, she and Angela looked around, but it was true: every bit of cloth had been removed from the room, including the curtains and the small carpet, and of course every bit of clothing from Angela’s cupboard. Though they had freed themselves, they were still trapped inside this room, both stark naked, and with nothing to cover themselves.

***

Salome’s streak of luck had continued when she had found out that the heating room was unlocked. Before she had left, she had put on the pantyhose that had hooded her. It was one of Eileen’s, but it added a thin layer of covering to her transparent babydoll and the skimpy thong. More substantial was the one blanket she had wrapped over her body – the other one, she had used to provisionally get the sweat and dirt from her body. She knew that she still looked as if she had enjoyed an 18+ party with an entire gang of bikers, but it was an improvement.

When Salome sneaked through the corridor, she saw the sign leading to the lobby, and she hesitated. Then, she had an idea: it would be embarrassing, and maybe, there would even be some questions, but on the other hand, she needed some clothes before she went on to look after Eileen.

So, Salome took off the blanket. Clad in her flimsy underwear, one arm shielding her boobs, she approached the desk at the lobby and with her voice lowered, she called for the young clerk that was watching a movie in the adjacent room. He looked at her, and Salome didn’t have to fake the expression of embarrassment on her face:

»Excuse me, Sir, but I am Miss Mkapa, Salome Mkapa, from317! I – I got locked out, and now, Eileen’s sleeping and-«

She lowered her arm, so he could get a glimpse of her ample breasts and her dark aureoles, and she continued telling him that she and Eileen had been drinking whilst having some fun (she deliberately gave him a hint what kind of fun she was referring to), and then, she had later taken the wrong door towards the bathroom and locked herself out.

The young man, his eyes definitely not on her face, grinned and handed her a reserve key, wishing her a pleasant rest of the night. Salome forced a smile on her face and dropped a curtsey, lifting the hem of her baby doll, before she left.

Once at her corridor, Salome began to sneak, carefully looking and listening for any sounds that might indicate their captors were still at their room. There was silence behind all doors, but when she had reached number 317 and pressed her ear against the door, she could hear a faint sound. A shiver ran down her spine: it was a muffled mewing, the sound of a gagged woman!

Salome frowned, and she concentrated, trying to find out whether there was someone else inside the room. Her heartbeat accelerated: maybe, it was Eileen, and they had left her inside the room! Then, their ordeal would be over, even if the mysterious criminals made their escape.

She approached the doorknob with the electric key, and the sound of the unlocking door sounded like a gunshot in the girl’s ears. She was ready to run away screaming if there was even a glimpse of one of the criminals. However, all she could see was that the light was on – and the mewing now became louder. Salome entered and closed the door behind her.

»Uuuuhmmm! Mmhhmmmph!«

Her eyes fell on the armchair standing in the middle of the room. There, a naked woman was sitting, her ankles tied to the front feet, whilst her arms were pulled behind the backrest. She had her head bent over the edge of the backrest, and thus, her breasts were pointing at Salome. She wanted to approach her, but she froze in motion, and Eileen’s name died in her throat.

Whoever that was, it wasn’t Eileen! The criminals could have done quite a few things to her friend, but they could not have reduced her from a 36D to what seemed to be a 34B, and in addition, there was a thatch of reddish pubic hair between that woman’s legs. Red hair, that could be-

»Chiara? Kiki?«

»Uuuhmmm! Mmhmmm!«

Salome stepped closer, and now, she could see the dishevelled red curls of the woman who not only was gagged, but had some tape running over her mouth and to the rear feet of the armchair, forcing her to keep looking at the ceiling. Kiki mewed and tried to look at her, and Salome wanted to see how she could free her when suddenly, the scent hit her nose.

It wasn’t an especially strange fragrance – just some deodorant, a bit too austere for Salome’s taste. However, she had smelled it just a few hours before – when the silent accomplice of the woman who had stowed her inside the heating room had assisted in trussing her and Eileen up!

Kiki mewed, and Salome looked around if she could find something to release her. There was a knife lying around, and She took it, approaching Kiki. There was no doubt, this was the fragrance of the second criminal! Salome held the blade in front of Kiki’s widening eyes and grabbed her scalp. Then, she asked:

»Where’s Eileen?«

»Mhhm? Nnnggg!«

However, Salome had noticed in Kiki’s eyes that the redhead knew why she was asking her. So, she cut the tape, allowing Kiki to raise her head, but she kept her hair in a vice grip, and the look in her eyes was definitely not friendly.

»So, your accomplice with the accent left you alone, hm?«

She released Kiki’s hair, and the naked redhead nodded. Salome showed a grim smile before she continued:

»Well, you should be enough to tell me where Eileen is!«

Kiki made some sounds through her gag, and Salome pretended that she was listening to some coherent speech:

»Oh, you are trying to tell me that you will answer my questions in exchange for me setting you free? Well, I would rather say that you will tell me because you would not like the alternative!«

***

Their room as stripped as its inhabitants, Angela and Valentina had had little choice in covering themselves. The small woman had even cut the elastic bands of the panties she had used to gag them, and so, the only pieces of garment that were still intact had been the two pairs of pantyhose they had been gagged with. These were still damp with saliva, and the transparent material didn’t cover much: both the thatch of dark hair on Angela’s pubic mound and the thin strip of light brown hair on Valentina’s were clearly visible. But it was at least some symbolic cover.

Valentina knew that she could get plenty of clothes from her room, just a few yards away, but it would mean that she had to either run the corridors or climb down the balcony nearly naked. She was just considering which was the lesser of two evils when she heard steps from the corridor. She darted towards Angela and whispered:

»Go to the bed, and moan as if you are still gagged! I will hide behind the door!«

A slightly puzzled Angela obeyed, and Valentina ducked behind the door. Little later, the lock opened, and the door was carefully pushed open.

***