Devious Diamonds 6

Zara had listened at the door, a moaning telling her that obviously, Angela and the blonde were still struggling with their bonds. So, it would just be getting inside, grabbing the box and disappear: a matter of less than a minute.

She opened the door and had already entered when she was attacked from behind. An arm was slung around her neck, and she was sent to the floor, her boobs taking the impact of her fall. Before she could even think of struggling, a knee pierced into her back, whilst she was still held in the attacker’s chokehold. She tried to get rid of her attacker, but Valentina just tightened the grip around her neck, and so, after a few seconds of struggling, Zara lost her consciousness.

»Quick! Before she wakes up again!«

Valentina directed the perplexed Angela to close the still open door whilst she already pulled Zara to the bed and threw her upon it. She knew that the girl would regain her consciousness within the next few minutes, and she looked for something to restrain her with. Before, however, she opened the zipper of her black dress and removed it.

»Too bad, she’s only wearing bra and panties underneath!«

She took these off too and told Angela to take off her pantyhose.

»Have these instead!«, she said, handing Angela Zara’s black bikini briefs. She tore the pantyhose in half and tied the girl’s wrists and ankles, putting her into a hogtie. Then, she crammed both her own and Angela’s still damp panties into her mouth and secured the gag with one of the pantyhose legs lying around. These bonds would not hold for long, but Valentina just wanted her out of the game for some time. She took the diamond necklace and earrings from Zara and showed them to Angela who had reluctantly put on the other woman’s used panties.

»Do you recognize these?«

The brunette nodded, and now, Valentina was more than a bit puzzled: why had the girl come back? She had had the diamonds, she had had a head start, and yet, she had come back! Anyway, she would need some more equipment. So, she put on Zara’s dress. It barely covered her buttocks, but it would go for the few steps to her room. Taking the knife and the picklocks, she told Angela:

»I am back in a few minutes, and I will bring something to wear for you, too! Just try your best to look threatening!«

Still a bit overwhelmed by the events, the brunette nodded, and Valentina left, taking the stairs down to her own room. Here, she managed to open her room door with the picklocks, but when she was about to enter, she heard a voice from the adjacent room.

A few hours ago, she had been there, tying and gagging the two girls who had been inside. Had they managed to free themselves? She listened at the door, and now, a female voice said:

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

The voice sounded threatening, and this raised Valentina’s suspicion. Quickly, she opened her door and grabbed her backpack and the gun. She thought of also changing clothes, but then, she just climbed over the railing and was on the next balcony from where she could peek inside the other room.

***

Salome still was determined to get answers from Kiki, but now, as she stood in front of the naked redhead, her knife still in her hand, she didn’t know how to continue. She knew that she wasn’t able to really torture Kiki, not even if Eileen’s life depended on it. Even though she had planned otherwise, she would have to offer Kiki her freedom in exchange for Eileen’s whereabouts.

So, putting the knife away, she bent over the redhead to undo her gag when she suddenly felt a gush of cold air, and when she spun around, a blonde woman stood behind her. She wore a dress so short even Eileen’s new dress looked long in comparison, but Salome was more amazed by the gun in her hand. It had a silencer, and it was the second time she looked at it.

»Where’s your blonde friend?«, Valentina asked, losing no time. She had quickly scanned the room, noticing it had been stripped of any cloth as thoroughly as Angela’s, indicating that it had been the work of the small woman, too.

Salome still stood there, coping with the change of events, but she managed to point at Kiki:

»Sh-she must know! I-I t was her and her a-accomplice who came – after you!«

Valentina had been wearing a mask and a catsuit, but even if Salome had not recognized her voice, it was clear that she must have been the first intruder. Now, the blonde seemed to ponder, and then, she asked:

»Her accomplice – has she been a small woman with black hair and a slight accent?«

Salome, who had a slight accent herself, was a bit confused, but with the gun pointing at her, and wanting to know what the blonde’s role was in this game, she replied:

»We were still blindfolded – but when she stowed me in the heater room, I could recognize she was indeed quite small – and I think she had an accent!«

Valentina still aimed at Salome whilst she took off her backpack. Then, she said:

»Seems that I have a few questions for the redhead, too! However, if you listen closely, you may get enough information to free your friend – once you have been released, of course! But now – strip!«

Clad in thong, pantyhose and a transparent baby doll, Salome could not be called overdressed, but she obeyed. The blonde meanwhile rummaged through her backpack and took out four long cable binders. The naked Salome had to get on the bed and lie on her belly. Valentina tied her arms at wrists and elbows, then, she tied her ankles and threaded the last zip tie through her ankle tie and pulled her feet closer to her arms.

»If they stowed you in the heater room, and you are here now, you really must be an escape artist! I better be careful with you!«

She fixed her ankles to Salome’s elbow tie, forcing her into a very rigid hogtie. Then, she grabbed the girl’s hair and forced the thong into her mouth. Obviously not satisfied with its tiny size, she added the crotch part of the pantyhose, using the legs to tie the gag in place. Above, she wound a few rounds of tape, and then, she tied a noose around Salome’s neck and fixed it to the bed post. Taking the coiled rope with her, she stated:

»Don’t struggle too much, I am back in a jiffy!«

***

Whilst Israelis and Arabs could not be described as friends, Gad had one thing in common with many young Arab men: a foible for tall blonde women. And now, his job was to have an eye on a woman that was definitely tall, though he could not tell whether she was blonde, since her pubic hair had been completely shaved off.

He approached Eileen, noticing that not only was her head covered by a pantyhose and tape over her eyes and mouth, there also was a pair of coloured Lycra panties over her head. Gad removed these, and the girl mewed faintly. He brushed over her neck.

»No need to be afraid! I just wanted to see if you are a blonde!«

Eileen, puzzled by this remark, nodded slightly. With the pantyhose over her head, and in the dim lighting of the torch, Gad could only see her hair was quite fair. In his calm voice, he asked:

»I guess you have blue eyes?«

Again, the girl nodded, and Gad now decided that, since he and Zara would disappear once the girl had returned with the box, it wouldn’t matter if Eileen saw him. So, he unwound the tape from her eyes. Through the Nylon of the pantyhose, a pair of widened eyes blinked at him, and he caressed her cheek when looking down on her.

»You promise not to scream?«

Again, Eileen nodded, and Gad removed the tape from her mouth. When he had pulled the pantyhose from her head, he saw that the coloured piece of cloth in the girl’s mouth was yet another pair of panties. Eileen panted when he removed it from her oral cavity.

»Thank you!«, she breathed, and Gad continued to brush over her cheek, his hand wandering to her neck. Eileen didn’t try to fight it, but she squirmed in her seat.

»I am not going to hurt you!«

Eileen looked at him, and she blushed slightly when she said:

»The – the rope – between my legs – could you remove it – please?«

Gad chuckled as he crouched beside the deckchair. To undo the rope, he had to release the ends from Eileen’s wrists, but the girl would still be tied hand and foot, and he could at least watch as she cringed and sighed when he then slowly pulled the rope from her, letting it run between her legs. Eileen blushed even deeper: getting rid of the crotch rope was a relief, but now, her clit and labia were even more exposed and defenceless.

»C-could you n-n-not stare th-there, please?«

»Sure!«

Gad now ostentatiously looked at her breasts, and Eileen couldn’t help giggling. She was indeed beautiful, Gad decided, and to calm the girl down, he stated that soon, she would be free again, with nothing hurt but her dignity. Eileen nodded, showing a strained expression.

»You don’t trust me!«

Eileen lowered her head.

»I need to pee!«

Again, Gad chuckled; then, he looked around inn the tent. He could not dare leading Eileen outside, but since the tent had no floor, he could just lead her to one corner, her arms still tied. So, he released her legs from the armrests and helped her to get up. He led her with his hand in her nape, though the grip wasn’t tight.

Eileen gulped.

»C-could you look the other d-direction?«

The hand still at her neck, Gad turned his head, feeling how the girl squatted. Then, something hit his knee, and he staggered when Eileen darted forward. Gad was a trained soldier, and so, he managed to grab the girl’s ankle. Eileen landed on the ground, and he thew himself upon her. She could land her knee in his stomach once, but then, she was buried under the man who now trapped her legs with his. His lower arm pressed against Eileen’s throat, and he showed a grim smile.

»Nice try!«

Eileen tried to rear up, but to no avail. She still could have screamed, but she just looked at the man’s eyes, still not showing real anger. Perhaps, he was blaming himself for being too careless. Now, he got from her body and reached for the discarded crotch rope, tying a noose around her neck and grabbing the other end like a leash.

»Now, if you really need to pee – but don’t expect me to look away this time!«

Eileen shook her head, and Gad scoffed:

»What was your plan, girl? I mean, you noticed that the zipper’s still closed?«

»I must see Salome! Please, where is she?«

Gad knew from Zara’s report where the Black was stowed, but he had no idea where this heater room was. So, he just replied that they had no intention to hurt Salome either.

»In a few hours, you may continue where Zara interrupted you!«

Eileen wanted to glance at him, but she felt her cheeks redden, and she knew that with her wearing nothing but gartered stockings and with her breasts thrust out, it would look rather sexy than impressive anyway. So, she just returned to the deckchair and sat down, crossing her legs. Gad left her alone; instead, he checked his watch. Zara seemed overdue, and though he had told her to take her time, so he had a few minutes with the blonde, he had not expected her to take this order literally. Was it possible that something had gone wrong?

He stepped to the girl.

»I have to see after my colleague! You know what that means?«

Eileen nodded. After her clumsy escape attempt, he would not believe any promises of her not to scream or to stay inside the tent. However, she wanted to ask for one favour:

»Could you tie me up – less exposed?«

Gad looked at her, and he shook his head.

»I have to make sure you are still here when I return – but I can do one thing for you!«

He picked up Salome’s bikini bottom that had gagged her previously, shook it out and then, he knelt before her. Eileen felt a little awkward when she understood his intention, but she stepped into the panties, and Gad slid them up her long legs. If he sensed the fragrance of her previous arousal, he didn’t mention it. Eileen cringed when she felt the damp fabric at her loins, but at the same time, she felt covered, though her breasts were still bare.

Again, she had to sit with her arms bent over the backrest, and he secured her wrists to a horizontal bar before he once again tied her knees to the armrests. He then crossed her ankles and tied her legs in a Lotus position, and as a final measurement, he tied her upper body to the backrest. Then, he picked up Salome’s panties that had hooded her. Eileen gulped, knowing what would come next. Then, she opened her mouth.

»At least, these are Salome’s!«, she thought as Gad worked the Lycra panties into her mouth. Above, he crammed the crotch part of the pantyhose before he slung the legs twice around her head and knotted them off over her gagged mouth. He would need some tape to secure the gag, but he expected to be back soon.

Checking his gun, Gad then went inside, looking for room 417. He took the stairs, and when he had just reached the corridor, he saw someone open the door and get inside, closing the door behind her. Gad had withdrawn behind the corner, and now, he tried to cope with what he had just seen.

The woman had been a tallish blonde, but he was sure that what she had been wearing was Zara’s dress – way too short for her and indicating that something had happened to the original wearer. Gad drew his gun, though this might alarm anyone who would perhaps see him now. Then, he sneaked towards the door and listened.

From behind the door, he could hear some muffled grunts, accompanied by occasional hissed orders. Gad checked the door, and he noticed that obviously, the first to open it had been Zara, for the picklocks had destroyed the lock. When he pushed, he found that the door opened, and he stepped in.

His eyes fell on two women, the one in the dress and a brunette in just a pair of black panties, dragging a naked and hogtied girl towards the balcony. It was Zara, and she mewed when she recognized Gad. He raised his gun.

»Drop her carefully! Then, put your hands behind your head!«

The blonde dumped Zara rather unceremoniously, and instead of raising her hands, she stared at Gad with disbelief.

»Eleazar?«

»Valentina?«

Both Zara and Angela watched with disbelief as the two now hugged. They had been about to lower Zara to the other balcony via a rope tied around her belly, and of course, she had struggled the little her bonds had allowed. Then, her glimpse of hope when gad had appeared had been ripped apart by him hugging the woman who had overpowered her.

»Eleazar was my code name during an operation in Russia two years ago! There, I met Valentina! I literally ran into her!«

»I saved your live!«

»I remember having saved yours at least twice!«, Gad countered, and Valentina cocked her head.

»For that, I slept with you! Did you think it was something else than a payback?«

They were interrupted by Angela who, having realized that a man was in the room, shielded her breasts with her arms whilst staring at Gad and Valentina.

»What the hell is going on? Who are you? And who is Valentina, and – aaaahhh!«

She sank to the floor, burying her face in her hands. Valentina looked a bit insecure, not knowing whether she should pat her shoulder and say something like »There, there!«, Gad was also trying to cope with the latest turn of events, and Zara just rolled her eyes and grunted through her gag.

»I mean«, Angela said in a slightly shrill voice whilst she sobbed, »I took the diamonds – but that’s just mad! I was assaulted, chloroformed, bound and gagged – and now, I am sitting here in just a pair of panties that aren’t even mine!«

She continued to sob silently, and now, Gad lowered his gun. Then, he took off his jacket and removed the holster, so he could also take off his shirt. Now, in just a sleeveless T-Shirt, he looked a bit like an old gangster, even more when he put the holster back on. Valentina licked her lips.

»Uh, just like old times!«

»Cut her loose!«, he ordered, pointing at Zara, and to Angela, he held his jacket.

»Put this on! There are handkerchiefs in the inner pocket!«

He had spoken in a strict tone, and so, Valentina started to free Zara whilst Angela slipped into the jacket and buttoned it over her bare breasts before she cleaned her nose. Zara undid the knots of her gag herself, and whilst she did so, Gad spoke to her in Hebrew:

»I know that you are angry at her, but we have to work together now! So, once you have ungagged yourself, you put on the shirt and don’t do or say anything! Okay?«

Zara nodded, and then, she could finally get the two pairs of panties from her mouth. She stared daggers at Valentina, but she remained silent as she put on the shirt. It just covered her middle and so, since the panties had both been cut, she reluctantly put on the damp and crumpled pantyhose, too. Valentina said something in what seemed to be Russian or Ukrainian, and Gad raised his hand. In German, he said:

»Now, for a short while, we will have to work together! So, whoever has to say something will do so in a language everyone of us will understand! If things work out like I want them to do, we all might more or less get what we want, and soon, the bad memories will fade! Now, where are the diamonds?«

Perhaps, it was the authority of his voice, maybe the gun in his hand, or simply the fact he was the only one wearing trousers, but none of the women spoke against him, and after a while, Angela handed him the box. Gad opened it and nodded as he saw the necklace and the earrings placed in it. Then, he looked at Angela:

»So, you took these from your husband, Dr. Michael Hoch?«

»Ex-husband«, Angela insisted, but she more or less admitted that she had more or less stolen them. Gad surprised her by showing a grin.

»Seems the bastard deserves a little lesson for cheating on a beautiful woman like you! Well, my job is not to chase after some stolen jewellery!«

He approached Angela who could not help feeling slightly flattered by Gad’s compliment and shielded her with his back. He put the box in his holster, but before, visible only to Angela, he took out the diamonds.

»Soon, this will be over for you!«

He bent forward, and his hand pushed into the jacket. When Angela opened her mouth to protest, he kissed her, and the surprised brunette chortled and waved her arms. Then, she felt him not grope her breasts, but place the jewellery in the inner pocket of the jacket, and she stopped struggling. Angela relaxed in his grip, and she even kissed him back. Maybe, it was just the excitement of the last hours, but she now felt indeed better. Her cheeks had slightly reddened, and her eyes sparkled.

Both Zara and Valentina had been busy glancing at each other, and so, they only noticed that the jewellery box was now in his holster. At least Zara knew that Gad was after the box anyway, and she hoped that his new plans still included her and him being a team.

»Now, we still need a head start! So, we will have to look after the other girls, and then, we will have to do the inevitable!«

He looked at Angela, and when he picked up the two pairs of still damp panties, she understood. She gulped before she breathed:

»Y-you mean, t-tying and g-g-gagging me!«

Gad nodded, and then, he told them to get on the corridor, for it would look suspicious if they tried to climb down the gutter in the beginning dawn.

***

Some four yards below, Salome had quickly come to the conclusion that her hogtie consisting of cable binders was too strong for her to be ripped apart, and there was also nothing to saw through them. She actually didn’t dare to struggle too much anyway, for with her neck tied to the bed post, she didn’t want to risk slipping from the bed and getting into a precarious situation.

She watched Kiki whose nude front was on full display for her. The redhead’s shoulders constantly seemed to wriggle slightly, and it looked as if she was trying to shake her boobs a bit. Then, Salome realized that Kiki was trying to work on her bonds.

Since she had wanted her to escape after a few hours, Zara had tied Kiki’s wrists with rope, and though her fingers now felt numb, she continued to pick on the knots. Then, finally, the rope loosened, and with a sigh of relief, the girl could get her hands to the front. She felt for the tight duct tape over her mouth, but then, she bent forward and loosened her ankle ties instead. If Zara returned, she wanted to be ready for her.

Hastily, she freed her feet, and when she got up from the armchair, Kiki staggered and had to lean against the desk. This was also a lucky coincidence, for here, Zara had deposited her glasses, and Kiki immediately felt more confident when she had put them on.

»Mhhmmm! Uuhhmm!«

Salome moaned, and Kiki quickly decided that although the Black had threatened her, it had been out of her worries about Eileen, and so, she grabbed the pair of nail scissors still lying around and began to work on her bonds, still leaving her gag in place. It would take at least two minutes to undo it, and Zara could return any moment!

The zip ties fell loose, and Salome was just pulling the noose from her neck when the door opened. Kiki darted towards it, and when she saw it move, she pulled it open, so Zara, driven from her own impetus, staggered inside and fell over Kiki’s leg. She jumped onto the corridor – only to bump into Gad.

»Mph!«

Out of a reflex, he grabbed the redhead’s arm, but they both got entangled and bumped against the door of the adjacent room.

Salome had freed her head and was jumping from the bed when she saw Zara on the floor. She landed a kick that didn’t cause much damage, and then, she saw two more persons enter the room. With a grunt, she chose the last possible escape: the balcony.

A completely confused Angela just stood in the small wardrobe whilst Valentina, immediately guessing what danger the escape of the Black could mean, sprinted after her. Meanwhile, Gad had managed to grab Kiki’s wrists and hold her in a tight grip, but to do so, he had once again slammed against the door, and now, it opened, and a drowsy voice snarled:

»Eh, what’s going on there! Some people are trying to sleep!«

Before she could try anything, Gad pushed Kiki against the wall and pressed his mouth on her gagged lips. The redhead squirmed and mewed, but he also let out a grunt, and then, his arms still slung around Kiki’s arms and upper body, he spun her around.

The angry man now could see she was naked, and her bare buttocks distracted him from the duct tape encircling the lower half of her head. Gad grinned at the man, murmured an apology and then carried Kiki back into the room. To his relief, the man just grunted a curse and slammed his door shut.

On the balcony, Valentina had slung her arms around Salome’s waist and was trying to get her back inside. Salome had her hands clawed into the railing, and whilst she tried to kick at Valentina, she screamed through her gag, trying to alert someone.

»Stop it – or Eileen gets it!«

It was Zara who had reached the balcony. Salome needed a few moments to get the message; then, she loosened her grip and was pulled back inside, just seeing how someone entered his balcony and looked around, but didn’t notice her. Perhaps, he had just seen a naked woman getting back inside, and he would regret not having entered his balcony a little earlier, but he would not call the Police or even the hotel’s lobby.

»That could almost have caused a problem!«, Gad panted, now noticing a scratch on his upper arm. Kiki had fought rather determinedly. Now, she was sitting on the bed, beside Salome, both with their hands folded behind their heads whilst gad pointed at them with his gun.

»I think we better get them into the tent, too!«, Zara suggested, and, with a devious look at Salome, she added:

»You will see your old friend there!«

It was a reasonable suggestion, for if the damsels managed to produce any more noise, the man next door would call the reception, and this would reduce their head start to minutes instead of hours. The only problem was how to get the girls there unseen.

»I’ve got an idea!«, Zara stated, and she left the room, promising she would be back in a few minutes. Now, Valentina looked at Gad. In Russian, she whispered:

»You remember it has to look convincing, do you?«

She pointed at Angela who was still standing in a corner. Gad nodded, and he handed the gun to Valentina. Then, he approached Angela and put his hands on her shoulders.

»Join the game!«, he whispered, and Angela nodded, not protesting as he took off her jacket and made her sit beside the other captives, her hands folded at her nape, too. She looked longingly at the jacket gad now had loosely put on again, but when Valentina didn’t look, he made a soothing gesture towards her, and so, Angela remained calm.

Now, Zara returned, over her arm what turned out to be three bathrobes. Then, she looked at Valentina and pointed at the backpack.

»Do you have some transparent tape, too?«

»Of course!«

They decided to start with Salome who was ordered to stand up and keep her hands to her sides whilst Zara cut three lengths of rope, one long and two shorter pieces. With the long one, she tied Salome’s arms to her upper body, at the height of her elbows. Then, she ordered the Black to spread her legs to the sides.

»Just to avoid me having to fumble around between your legs too much!«

She tied one of the shorter ropes around Salome’s right wrist. Then, she slung the ends around the top of her thigh and tied it off, so she had to keep her hand resting on her thigh. She repeated the procedure to the other side; then, she put one of the bathrobes over Salome’s shoulders. It fell to the middle of her thighs, and Zara cut a fourth rope to tie her upper legs, ensuring that the girl could not run and the tie would still be concealed by the robe. Zara nodded and took off the robe again.

Salome realized that the bondage wasn’t too tight and inconvenient, despite the chaffing at the top of her inner thighs. However, Zara seemed to think similarly, for she cut another, rather long piece of rope. Its ends, she threaded trough Salome’s armpits from behind, and the girl cringed as the fibres brushed over her sensitive skin. Zara, who was aware of her ticklishness, found some joy in pulling the rope back and forth under her arms before making sure that both ends had about the same length. Then, she brought them back, this time below the ropes tying her elbows to her upper body. When she stepped behind the girl and pulled, the horizontal ropes were cinched. Zara directed Salome to the wall and she ached as her breasts pressed against it as Zara now pulled with all her might before tying the ends together at the small of her back. Then, she made Salome stand facing the others who could see that now, her arms were held tighter, and the rope also forced her to pull back her shoulders a bit: not painfully, but it emphasized her firm, ample boobs. These now began to heave and slightly bob, and the girl mewed with widened eyes as Zara did something behind her back. The others then saw the two rope ends appear between her legs, as Zara was pushing them through from behind. Stepping forward again, she pulled the slack out, until the first of a row of knots she had tied into the ropes came to view. Then, she reached for the rope below the Black’s breasts and threaded the ends through it.

»Now, close your eyes and think of Eileen!«

»Mhhrrrmmmm! Nnngggg! Uuuhhmmmm!«

Salome’s eyes widened and then, she squeezed them with pain as the rope between her legs tightened. The knots wandered up her pubic mound that got bisected, and the ropes turned into a line of fire as Zara repeatedly pulled, until the second knot was pressing directly at her clit. Zara knotted the ends off and playfully snapped against that knot.

»If you struggle too much, the ropes my slide inside you, and then, the knot above will take the job of that one!«

Salome just panted and whimpered, barely noticing that the bathrobe was draped over her shoulders and the belt was knotted tightly before Zara put the sleeves into the pockets to further hide the fact the girl was tied.

When she was ordered to sit down, she moved very slowly, and her expression showed that this made her crotch rope feel even worse. Zara now unwould the tape from her mouth and also removed the pantyhose before allowing Salome to work the thong from her mouth. Then, she reached into the pocket of her shirt and produced a pair of plain pink cotton panties.

»When I fetched the bathrobes, I went to where I placed all your clothes and belongings – and look what I found! A souvenir from your beloved Eileen!«

Salome didn’t fight it, except for some retching, as the panties were forced into her mouth, all the way in. Then, Zara insisted that she chewed on them, pressing them into a dense wad, so she could close her lips over the packing. Then, she sealed Salome’s mouth with three rounds of the strong transparent tape Valentina had had in her backpack. The blonde had watched the trussing up of Salome with interest, but now, she looked at Kiki who had also watched the ordeal. Valentina brushed over her cheek, and the girl mewed.

»Looks like you are fascinated! Well, I think I can provide you with an even more – exciting experience, Kiki!«

The girl mewed again, and Valentina smiled at her whilst rummaging through her bag where she found a thin coiled rope.

»After all, whilst Brownie’s just an escape artist, you also scratched my comrade’s arm, and so, you will understand that I will take much diligence in tying you up!

***