Devious Diamonds 7

Valentina cut five lengths of the thin rope, placing them one by one on the desk. Then, she ordered Kiki to stand up, taking one of the longer pieces and stepping behind the girl. She tied Kiki’s wrists behind her nape, then slinging the dangling ends three times around her neck and knotting them off at her throat. Kiki gulped when the rope chaffed her neck, though the noose wasn’t applied too tight, and the knots were tied in a way it wouldn’t tighten.

The bonds turned from inconvenient to straining when she slung a second rope through the girl’s bent elbows and forced them together at the small of her back before tying them off. Valentina reached around Kiki and cupped her thrust out breasts.

»I always love the side effect of a nice and tight elbow tie! How about you, Gad?«

The man looked up when she mentioned his name. He had been sitting opposite to Angela, and though she was naked except for her panties and had to sit with her hands folded behind her back, she had not felt molested by his looks. She knew it was ridiculous, but the thought that he liked what he saw was pleasing and helped to soothe her a bit.

»All I can see is your hands!«, he joked, and Valentina shook her head.

»Men, amiright?«, she purred into Kiki’s ears, playfully squeezing her nipples. Then, she took the third rope and slung it twice around the girl’s waist, pulling it tight before she knotted it off. For a moment, Kiki hoped that she would be spared a crotch rope, for there was no dangling end. Then, she felt Valentina thread the end of her elbow tie through the rope belt.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

»One!«, Valentina purred, yanking the elbow rope downwards, so Kiki’s arms were pulled down, adding strain to her neck rope and forcing her to rear up, moaning with pain.

»Two!«

She brought her foot between the redhead’s legs, so she could get the rope to the front, place it between her labia and then yank it upwards.

»Mmmhhrrrmmmm! Nnnnggnnnn!«

»Three!«

Valentina pushed the rope ends through the waist rope and once again pulled before knotting it off. Kiki now desperately tried to find a position that allowed her to keep strain from both her neck and her soft flesh, her chest heaving and tears in her eyes. Valentina took the last rope and tied her thighs above the knees before draping the bathrobe over her.

»If you relax your cleft and labia, the rope will slide between, giving you some slack! Maybe, you’ll even find some  fun then!«

She unwound the tape from the girl’s mouth, removed the pantyhose leg tied between her lips and then plucked the pair of socks plus Kiki’s panties from her mouth. The girl ached, not caring how much she drooled over her cleavage. Valentina pondered and looked at Angela.

»Maybe, she needs a change of gag!«

The brunette gasped and reflexively crossed her legs. Gad reached into his pocket and handed a black pair of panties to Valentina who looked at the garment with a raised eyebrow. Then, she glanced at Zara.

»These were mine! And it was you who cut them and put them into Angela’s mouth! Now, let’s see if your accomplice is a better washing machine than her!«

She worked the fabric deep into Kiki’s oral cavity; then, she decided:

»It’s only fair if she gets Zara’s taste, too!«

It was meant to humiliate Zara a little, since her panties were currently worn by Angela, but of course, the Israeli wasn’t the one to be exposed. Angela let out a fluttering breath, and Gad bent over her, gently brushing over her cheek.

»Just relax, girl!«

Under other circumstances, Angela would have laughed. A man in his late 20ies was calling her, a 42 year old, a »girl«! However, it somehow didn’t feel as if he was ridiculing her, and when he reached for the waistband of her (or rather Zara’s) panties, she placed her legs side by side, so he could slide them down her legs. Angela blushed when her pubic area became visible, but at the same time, she felt his fingers brush over her skin, and the touch wasn’t unpleasant.

The panties wandered into Kiki’s mouth, too, and like Salome, she had to chew on them until she could close her lips, allowing Valentina to wind a few rounds of the transparent tape over it. She made the redhead sit on Salome’s knees, and then, she looked at Gad:

»Now, shall one of us girls help you in packing her, or can you do it by yourself, without being too kind and merciful?«

Without a word, gad took the thin rope, and Angela whimpered as he uncoiled it, searching for the middle. Then, he reached out, and though it felt absurd, she took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

»P-please don’t hurt m-me!«

»As little as I can manage«, gad replied, placing a kiss on her lips. Then, he slung the rope around her neck, taking some time to free her entangled curls, brushing over the skin of her neck as he did so. Then, he tied a double knot into the rope. The noose was loose enough not to block her breathing, but Angela panted as he needed some time to get the knots into the middle of the long rope. He then tied more ropes into the two dangling ends, forming a row of three meshes.

»Please, part your legs a little!«

Angela obeyed, trembling with anticipation and fear. She had seen twice now how tight and painful a crotch rope could be, and she shuddered when the ropes touched her pubic area, though the rope still wasn’t even snug when he threaded the ends through the neck rope at her nape and knotted it off. Then, he gently took her wrists and made her place them on the top of her head before he took the dangling rope ends and brought them to her front. The backs of his hands brushed over her breasts as he threaded the ropes through the first mesh and then pulled them behind her back again, forming a rope diamond that firmly framed her breasts. In addition, the action tightened the ropes between her legs who now were quite snug.

Angela sighed when he had tied off the ends at her back, only to bring them to her front again, forming a second rope diamond that framed her belly button. Now, the crotch rope was tight – not painfully tight, but Angela didn’t dare to move at all.

Gad again tied the ropes off, above her butt, and then, Angela felt his hands on her hips as he moved to her front again. He parted the third mesh, touching the top of her thatch of pubic hair as he threaded the ropes through the narrow gap. Then, he once again pulled, and a third rope diamond formed. The crotch rope wandered to the sides of her labia, and the ropes encircled her pubic hair. Gad tied off the ropes below her buttocks, admiring his ropework with a smile.

Still, there were two long ends dangling, and Angela gasped when the ropes went between her legs again, over her labia and clit and through the knot above her pubic mound before brought back again. Now, four ropes ran over her most intimate spot, and two more framed her labia.

He had to tell her twice to fold her arms behind her back, and with the ends of the rope, he tied her left wrist to her right elbow and vice versa. Angela shifted in her rope corset, and now, though it was still only a little painful, each slight move had direct consequences on the ropes between her legs. It felt exciting rather than terrifying, and she breathed, gratefully:

»It really doesn’t hurt – almost!«

»Don’t let these two Harpies hear!«, Gad whispered, placing another quick kiss on her lips. Then, he said in a louder voice:

»Now, for a gag!«

From his pocket, he produced a lilac pair of panties, lacy and made of fine silk. He let the flimsy fabric run through his fingers and looked at his captive.

»These are yours?«

Angela nodded, blushing slightly, and he grinned.

»Then, I should keep them as a souvenir!«

He put on his jacket again and put the panties into his inner pocket. Zara scoffed in his back, and Valentina also shook her head. Angela, however, saw him blink towards her, and in his hand, she now saw something glistering: her diamond necklace!

Gad now made show of wadding up Kiki’s damp panties and socks, and only Angela noticed him wrapping the necklace inside. Now, she understood his plan, and she willingly opened her mouth as he approached her with the gag. Once or twice, she retched from the vile taste and the size of the gag, but as he told her to chew on it, she obeyed, and he tightly sealed her lips with the transparent tape, but only after he had kissed them one last time. Then, he draped the bathrobe over her and closed the belt.

»Oh, one last thing!«

Using the discarded pantyhose leg, he knelt before her, and, leaning his head against her pubic mound, he reached under the robe and tied her legs above the knees. Then, he rose and, gently placing his hand at Angela’s neck, he said:

»All right, let’s go!«

It was a strange group that now approached the elevator, with three of them being clad in bathrobes, their widened eyes contrasting with their tightly closed lips, each of them staggering and taking small steps, accompanied by aching as the crotch ropes sawed through the soft flesh of Salome and Kiki, whilst Angela only felt an irritating rubbing on each step.

Still, Gad had the gun, and the two women had the knifes, and so, none of the captives dared to buck or try to scream through her gag. The elevator once stopped, but the sleepy man who had called it just noticed that it was overcrowded and grunted something, not taking a closer look at the group.

On the way to the back door, two cleaning women saw them from a short distance, but they also just nodded and wished a Good Morning as they continued their work. Then, they were outside, approaching the big tent. Valentina looked if the area was clear whilst Gad watched with his hand on his gun, and Zara opened the tent, leading in the damsels one by one.

»Uuhhmmm! Mmhhmmph!«

Eileen rose her head and squirmed in her bonds as she saw the head of Salome. For a second, she thought that she had come to rescue her. Then she noticed the strange posture the girl had in her bathrobe, and how her lips were tightly closed. As Salome staggered closer, her eyes expressing concern and relief, she noticed the transparent tape sealing her lips.

When all had entered, gad closed the tent’s door. Now, the morning light came in through the smoke opening in the top, and they could see even without the torches. He checked his watch, seeing it was half past six.

»We are almost done! Once we have made sure that you won’t be able to alert someone within the next few hours, we will leave!«

»Not before we have taken care that these few hours will pass like a few seconds, of course!«, Valentina added with a gleeful smile. Gad, who still had his hand at Angela’s nape, felt her shudder, and he gently massaged her neck. He had no idea why he was feeling attracted by her that much: he was actually into tall blondes like Eileen, and Angela was slightly smaller than him and a brunette who in addition was considerably older than him.

He tried to explain it by the fact that she had slid innocently in all this, but this was true for Eileen and Salome, too, and he didn’t mind that Valentina and Zara intended to humiliate the two. Well, the most important thing was that he stayed focussed on his mission.

Angela felt the thumb brushing over her neck, and the touch felt good. She was scared, though she trusted the man that this was just a precaution to ensure no one would suspect she was more than an innocent victim. She was innocent, but not of stealing the diamonds – of which a considerable part now was hidden inside her mouth, wrapped in a pair of Kiki’s panties and her socks. She could not help touching the massive gag with her tongue, though all she got was the taste of sweat and other juices, no sign of her necklace.

She shifted her hips, and the ropes covering her pubic mound moved. When she had been forced to walk, the rope around her thighs had only allowed small steps, and she had had to sway her hips, so the crotch ropes had moved even more. It had been irritating, but whilst Salome and Kiki had not been able to oppress an occasional whimper, hers hadn’t been painful, and she had to thank the man behind her for that.

Valentina freed Eileen from the deckchair, but left her arms tied as they were as she made the girl get to her feet. Then, she undid the knots in the pantyhose tied between her lips and also helped her to get Salome’s coloured panties from her mouth. Then, grabbing Eileen’s scalp, she ordered:

»Your friend Brownie needs some help of you – unless you want me to do it! So, would you mind taking off her bathrobe?«

She let Eileen go, and the blonde staggered towards Salome who looked at her with tearful eyes. Eileen kissed her cheek before she went on her knee and began to open the bathrobe’s belt with her teeth. Then, as the robe gaped, she rose and pulled it from her shoulders, seeing how Salome was tied, with her arms to her sides, and the rope bisecting her crotch. Valentina approached and once again grabbed Eileen’s scalp, directing her face towards Salome’s breasts.

»I am sure this crotch rope hurts as much as it looks! However, I am sure you want to ease Brownie’s pain, don’t you, Blondie? All you have to do is distracting her – with a kiss!«

Using her free hand, Valentina yanked on Salome’s crotch rope, and the girl reared up and mewed. Then, she forced Eileen’s mouth closer to the Black’s right breast, and Eileen placed a kiss on it. Since Salome still whimpered, she kissed her again; then, she took the tip of her breast into her mouth and sucked on it, licking her nipple and teasing it with her teeth. She closed her eyes to better concentrate on what she was doing, and more and more, she was able to block out the outer world. Now, there was just Salome’s warm skin, the sweaty taste of her, the nipple growing and hardening under her caresses. She heard a moan, now from joy rather than pain, and Eileen intensified her kiss, feeling how Salome pressed her upper body against her mouth. Letting her tongue wander over the valley between the mounds, she went for the other breast, feeling on her soft lips that the left nipple had hardened with anticipation. Now, the kiss was even more exciting, for she could sense Salome’s accelerating heartbeat. A hand caressed the back of her head, and though she knew it was Valentina’s, Eileen continued to kiss Salome’s breasts until Valentina, surprisingly gentle, made her withdraw.

»Now, since the two of you seem to be more than just friends, and since soon, our paths will separate, whilst the two of you will stay together – do you want to make things as easy as possible for Salome, Eileen?«

The fact Valentina had used their real names added to her wish to indeed soothe Salome’s suffering, and Eileen nodded. Valentina brushed the hair from her ear and bent forward, playfully biting Eileen’s earlobe before whispering, inaudible to Salome:

»Now, ask her if she enjoyed it – and ask for every detail!«

Eileen looked at Salome’s brown eyes, contrasting with the sternness of her compressed lips, and she once again kissed her cheek before she asked:

»D-did you like me – me kissing your b-breasts? Me licking your nipples?«

Somehow, speaking it out felt more embarrassing than doing it, and Eileen’s cheeks reddened. And for the first time, she noticed a slight change in the colour of Salome’s cheeks, indicating that she was blushing, too. Then, the Black nodded, and her eyes signalled that the fact it had been Eileen caressing her boobs outweighed the humiliation.

Valentina had meanwhile crouched, looking closer at Salome’s pubic area. Then, she stepped behind Eileen and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders, gently, but firmly forcing her to her knees and to sit on her heels before she loosened the rope tying Salome’s thighs.

»Now, Eileen, what can you tell me about Salome’s crotch rope?«

Said rope was now just inches away from her face, and Eileen could sense a specific fragrance. She wondered what Valentina was aiming at. The rope sure was inconvenient and irritating – no, more than that.

»I-it’s tight! Too tight!«

She knew that she would feel embarrassed if Valentina would order her to loosen it with her teeth, but for Salome, she was willing to do it. However, the Ukrainian just made a wavering gesture.

»Is there anything else? You better look for every detail – after all, the goal is to ease your friend’s pain and make her feel better!«

Salome groaned, and now, Eileen could see that her kisses had had an effect on Salome’s nether regions, too: her clit and labia were swollen, which was a blessing in disguise. On the one hand, the tingling would distract her from the pain, but on the other, it would increase the pressure of the rope. She knew what Valentina had in mind when she heard her words:

»Do you think you can get some slack in that rope – without loosening any of the knots?«

Eileen bent forward, placing a kiss on Salome’s shaved pubic mound. The girl mewed, and Eileen whispered, blowing some air on Salome’s crotch in the progress:

»It’s okay, Dear, just relax!«

For a few seconds, the faint smacking of Eileen’s kisses was all that could be heard inside the tent. Then, Salome let out a fluttering breath and moved her foot to open her thighs, and this little noise seemed to take the spell from the watching people.

Zara, who stood besides Kiki, slung her arms around the redhead from behind, opening her belt. Kiki moaned and writhed, and she whimpered when she felt a hand on the tight rope between her legs. Zara playfully plucked on it, sending painful shivers through her loins, and her other hand cupped one of her breasts, trapping her nipple and squeezing it, not too gentle.

»I would love to ease your pain – but I am not quite sure if I would do you a favour in doing so – kinky Kiki!«

Gad had also stepped closer behind Angela, and his hands were wandering down from her shoulders, approaching her breasts. She didn’t protest. Not so much because she was helpless, but because she felt that he was doing so to make it look real – and also because she sensed that he did so because he wanted to do it, not because he could, but because he wanted to feel more of her. When his hands finally cupped her breasts, rubbing the terry cloth over her skin as he gently massaged them, she leaned back against him. Through the bathrobe, her hands could feel his manhood, and now, she knew that he enjoyed what he was doing. Angela knew that it should make her feel frightened, but somehow, it was more flattering. Perhaps, he was just a criminal who would forget about her once he had left, but she was sure that he wouldn’t hurt her, and even more, he was considering her hot – something she had missed since her ex had turned his eye from her.

Eileen had once again closed her eyes. She had never kissed another woman there, but it felt all natural. Her lips and tongue explored the hot, moist flesh, and she also sensed the tight, rough rope bisecting Salome’s crotch. The black, who now had opened her thighs, moaned and shifted her hips, and Eileen reflexively tore on her bonds, in the desire to claw her fingers into her friend’s firm buttocks.

She dived deeper, her tongue brushing in long strokes alongside Salome’s labia, and she could feel how she reared up, leaning back and thrusting her pelvis forward. Eileen plucked on her slippery flesh, and then, accompanied by a sigh sounding so sweet it sent a tingle through her own loins, the rope sank deep inside her.

Salome wriggled her hips as she felt that the pain had ceased, washed away by a blissful tingle, and the knots rubbing over her clit and cleft now felt like Eileen’s fingers massaging her most sensitive spots. She mewed with disappointment when Valentina made them part, allowing Eileen to kiss her cheek one last time before she gagged her with Salome’s panties she dabbed over the Black’s middle before, and some rounds of transparent tape.

»Time to get you ready for our departure!«

She went for the deckchair that consisted of three parts connected by hinges, the backrest, the seat and the footrest. She arranged it so the backrest was almost vertical, and the footrest built a ramp from the seat to the ground. Then, whilst Gad drawing his gun and keeping an eye on all of them, she cut Eileen’s arm ties, so she could tie her wrists behind the backrest once the girl had sat down. The tie was enforced by her taping her fingers, and she also connected her bound hands to the horizontal bar between the rear legs.

Once again, Eileen had to expose her middle by placing her legs onto the armrests, where Valentina secured them at knees and ankles. Then, she tied a rope around Eileen’s waist and the backrest, further securing her to the deckchair. She then pushed another rope under the girl’s buttocks, but when it protruded between her open thighs, she just pulled it towards her instead of producing a crotch rope. Then, she turned for Salome who was coping with the thrilling mixture of fear, embarrassment and arousal.

She tied the end of the rope around Salome’s neck, using a bowline so the noose couldn’t tighten. Then, she stepped behind the deckchair and pulled on the other end. The rope was like a leash, and so, Salome not only had to step towards Eileen, but also had to get to her knees and bend forward. Valentina pulled further, until Salome had to bury her face in Eileen’s lap, her ample breasts pressing against the planks of the footrest. Now, the Ukrainian asked Zara to tie the Black’s ankles, and she then had to bend her legs towards her buttocks. Valentina led the long rope attached to Salome’s neck over Eileen’s right shoulder, threaded it through Salome’s bound ankles and then led it back over the blonde’s left shoulder to knot it off. Now, Salome could not withdraw from Eileen’s lap, and if she tried to lower her hogtied legs, she would only force herself even closer.

Zara watched the scene and seemed unwillingly impressed. Now, she pulled the bathrobe from Kiki’s shoulders, playfully squeezing one of the girl’s erected nipples. Indeed, the rough handling by Zara hadn’t left her unimpressed, and now seeing Salome’s and Eileen’s forced interaction had also stoked the fire, though she also felt hatred and betrayal. Zara now drew her knife, and she cut Kiki’s bonds. The redhead sighed with relief when the rope around her neck loosened, and she groaned and whimpered when the crotch rope came off, changing the rather dull pain into a constant irritating puckering.

»We shall not forget we are on German ground, so, we should add red to the black and gold already there!«

Taking the groggy redhead’s hand, she made her sit down on the small of Salome’s back. Since there was the rope tied to Salome’s feet, she had to sit on this as well, the rough hemp rubbing over her soft flesh. Kiki mewed, but Zara and Valentina now took her wrists and tied them at the back of her neck, securing the rope around her neck, though this time, the noose was left loose enough to not be threatening. Then, they tore one of the pantyhose in half and tied one to each of Kiki’s bent elbows and forced her to slightly lean back, so they could tie the other end to Eileen’s big toes.

The blonde mewed and writhed as they touched her toes, and she then realized that they had left the ends of the pantyhose dangling over her exposed soles. Now, each movement of Kiki, or each breeze, would trigger her tickle reflexes, and Eileen shivered with anticipation. She could feel Salome’s breath at her inner thigh, and she knew what it would mean to her friend if she started to squirm and spasm in earnest.

Zara now brought something she had found in a bucket beside the tent’s door: some tent pegs and a rubber hammer. She and Valentina tied two of those to Kiki’s ankles and then, they forced her to spread her legs, splaying them obscenely wide, and forcing her to press against the rope with her pussy. Only then did they hammer in the pegs, so Kiki had to remain in the strenuous and undignified position. Zara pondered:

»Hm, could use a little extra!«

She reached into the breast pocket of her borrowed shirt and produced something she had taken from the girls’ bathroom: an electric toothbrush that belonged to Eileen. She switched it on and held the oscillating brush to Salome’s soles, and immediately, the Black twitched and squealed, screaming into Eileen’s lap, and her struggles forcing Kiki to ride the ropes in an involuntary Rodeo. Zara tested whether Salome was more sensitive at her soles or between her toes, and then, she switched the brush off, but only to tape it to her sole, so the brush rested between her big toe and the next. The girl mewed even now from the touch on this so sensitive spot, and she trembled from imagining what would happen if the device was switched on again.

»We’re almost done!«, Zara said, looking at Gad who still stood there with his hands on Angela’s breasts. He nodded, bending forward and whispering:

»Just trust me!«

He removed the bathrobe from her, and then, he asked Valentina:

»I guess you still have some narcotic in your bag of wonders?«

»Help yourself«, the Ukrainian said over her shoulder, admiring how Salome, Eileen and Kiki were arranged. Gad kissed Angela’s forehead and then rummaged through the backpack, producing a plastic bottle and two white cloths. Angela mewed and shook her head, shying away from him as he approached her. She had been chloroformed before, and it had been a terrible experience she definitely didn’t need a second time!

»Nnngg! Mmpphhmm!«

»Just trust me, it won’t hurt!«

His back turned to Zara and Valentina, he soaked both cloths, but put one into the inner pocket of his jacket. With the second, he approached Angela, reaching for her face with his empty hand. She chortled and pleaded with her eyes, and Gad caressed her cheek.

»If I promise you that you will not suffer any pain, will you allow me to do it, Angela?«

She knew that he would chloroform her anyway, but there was something in his eyes that made her nod, and he stepped behind her. When he brushed her hair from her shoulders, she could smell the fumes, and she trembled, but he was as gentle as possible when he tied the cloth over her mouth and nose and knotted it at her nape. Then, he slung his arms around her from behind. Angela mewed when she felt his one hand cupping her breast whilst the other pushed under the ropes running over her pubic mound.

»Hush, little Angie, don’t moan a word,

Gad has promised you won’t get hurt!«

He now continued singing, cradling her in his arms. Angela now had to smell the fumes, was forced to inhale them. It wasn’t a pleasant smell, and she still was frightened, but at the same time, she felt covered, and the hands of the man, fondling her breast and gently massaging her middle, were not adding to her fear – quite the contrary.

After one verse, Gad changed to German, then French, though he barely knew the words. However, when he turned to Russian, Valentina listened. He was still following the melody more or less, but his words said:

»Once Angela has passed out, grab Zara’s arms!«

Unlike before, when Valentina had assaulted her, the process of passing out was indeed not painful, not even frightening. It reminded Angela of her appendix-operation ten years ago, when getting narcotized hadn’t been terrible either. In a way, it was much better than that. Whilst her vision began to blur, she reared up to feel the hand on her breast more, and she groaned when Gad’s finger rubbed over her clit.

»Next year, or maybe even earlier, and maybe not in Jerusalem!«, he whispered.

»Ooouuhmmm!«

Angela reared up one last time. Then, her eyes twisted and she collapsed in Gad’s arms. Carefully, he lowered her to the ground.

»That’s a bit of an anticlimax – he!«

Zara protested when suddenly, Valentina slung her arms around her upper body, pinning her arms and lifting her from the ground. With flailing legs, Zara tried to break free, but now, Gad was close, and he was pressing a cloth over her mouth and nose.

»Mmhhrrrmmm! Uuhhmmmm! Nnnngghhmmmph!«

Wedged between the two, the little Israelian struggled with all her might, but her opponents were both better skilled fighters than her, and in addition, her efforts made her inhale the narcotic even faster. After only a minute, her moans turned into chortles, and her movements ceased. Then, her eyes also twisted, and she passed out.

»Just like in old times!«

Gad exchanged a kiss with Valentina. Then, he unbuttoned the shirt and took it from the unconscious girl. Valentina meanwhile removed the pantyhose from her, rendering Zara naked. Then, she went for her backpack.

»Shall we arrange a nice duo between her and Angela?«

Gad shook his head and pointed at the suitcase in which Eileen had been transported into the tent.

»She can still be useful to our side, and I also want to avoid she gets questioned too much by the Germans if she doesn’t manage to escape before Kiki can make her report. So, I think I will travel with slightly heavier baggage than usual!«

Valentina shrugged and tied Zara’s wrists and elbows with tape and zip-ties, also zip-tying her thumbs and taping her fingers. She then produced a tight crotch rope with some strategic knots in it and anchored it to the girl’s wrists before she grabbed her ankles and crossed them behind her nape. The position was strenuous, but when she had tied her feet and secured them with a loose noose around her neck, Zara could hardly move at all and was turned into a nice little bundle that fit easily into the suitcase, even after Gad had upholstered it with the discarded bathrobes. Before they stowed Zara, he approached Valentina and placed his hands on her hips. The blonde smiled and folded her hands behind his neck.

»Did completing the mission turn you on, or are you carried away from memories of last time?«

»Neither!«

His hands wandered under her short dress and up her hips again, and Valentina sighed when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose, slowly pulling it down. He kissed her, and then, he peeled the nylon hose down her long and shapely legs.

»We have to gag Zara – and the Black’s thong is a bit too small for her big mouth!«

»Oh!«

Valentina hid her disappointment and even held Zara’s head as Gad filled it with Salome’s white thong and then her own discarded pantyhose. She hoped that the girl would appreciate she had worn it without panties for some time, after it had been already soaked with her saliva.

Gad sealed her lips with tape, using ten rounds before he wound another five over her eyes. To make the girl further helpless, he also stuffed her ears with some cotton wool from Valentina’s backpack and taped over. Then, they embedded her into the suitcase and, having checked that the bathrobes would not block her breathing, he closed the lid. Then, he once again turned towards Valentina.

»Now, if you help me to get this suitcase into my car, we can think of what to do with the diamonds, so both your and my country will be happy!«

Valentina responded to his kiss, and he opened the tent’s door, carefully looking if someone was around. Valentina pranced towards the trussed up trio and switched on the toothbrush taped to Salome’s foot. She smiled deviously at the beginning sounds behind her as she followed Gad.

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