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CHAPTER 5
Aleksei steered Jennifer’s convertible onto a ramp headed for the freeway. The large black pickup with the load of terrorists and captives followed close behind.
Sergei’s voice came from the front seat, “I hate to spoil your fun back there, but we’re about to get on the highway. You need to get her out of sight.”
Tatiana frowned, “Aw, just when it was getting good too.”
She released her grasp of Jennifer’s tits and turned the woman to face her.
“All right bitch,” she commanded. “Get on the floor!”
Jennifer refused to obey. She growled at Tatiana from beneath the tape gag and shook her head no. This angered the Russian woman, so she grabbed the rope around the businesswoman’s knees and yanked her legs up onto her lap, thus turning Jennifer so her back was to me. Tatiana placed a hand on Jennifer’s hip and, with a rude shove, dumped her onto the floor. Jennifer grunted loudly as she landed on her bottom and fell back against her bound arms, her bare tits bouncing freely. Tatiana then pushed her legs off so the topless woman was now completely on the floor of the back seat. With a smirk of triumph, Tatiana placed her high heels on Jennifer’s nylon covered thighs and pressed down on them. Jennifer glared up at her over the tape wrapped around her mouth. My own feet got tangled up in Jennifer’s hair, so Tatiana patted the seat next to her.
“Bring your feet up here dear,” she said. “I have an idea.”
Not wanting to disobey, I swung my legs up so my feet were beside her. She unbuckled my shoes and tossed them aside. Then she grinned evilly.
“Now I want you to use your toes and tickle her breasts.”
I was about to ask why, but thought better of it, and decided not to question her strange request. I figured that following her commands was in my best interest so I placed my bare feet onto Jennifer’s tits. The half naked woman immediately shot me a dirty look.
“Sorry,” I said, as I gently ran my toes over her nipples.
Tatiana smacked me on the shoulder. “Quiet! I don’t want to hear anything from you for the rest of the trip, unless you want to join her on the floor with a gag in your mouth. And don’t stop massaging her titties unless I say so! Got it?”
I nodded and continued rubbing Jennifer’s breasts with my feet. And so the remainder of the trip back was in silence, except for the occasional whimper or moan from Jennifer.
Night had fallen and it was getting late. Sergei made a cell phone call back to the cabin and told them we were on the way back and would be arriving just after 9PM. Tatiana pulled my head down to her lap, so I figured we were getting close. As expected, about fifteen minutes later I felt the truck turn onto the bumpy uphill path to the cabin and, shortly after that, we stopped.
“OK, here we are, home sweet home,” she said as she let me up. “Everybody out.”
Sergei exited first and opened the door for me. I was about to ask for my shoes but then I noticed Tatiana was stuffing them into the duffel bag. I guess I will be barefoot now, I thought. I glanced down at the bound Jennifer, who was still giving me an evil stare, just before leaving the truck. I felt guilty about what I had just done to her but I told myself that I wasn’t given a choice. I climbed out and Sergei roughly pushed me towards the cabin. Aleksei parked the sports car and came over to help Tatiana pull Jennifer out of the truck. He picked up the bound executive and carried her in his arms while she mumbled complaints through her gag as his hand went up her skirt.
As we entered the cabin, the aroma of cooked food hit my nose. Anya was tending to some pots on the stove while the other men were putting plates on the table. I was immediately reminded how hungry I was, since I hadn’t eaten all day. But Sergei marched me right past the table and over to the side wall on the left.
There were several rings bolted to the wall, about waist high, that I hadn’t noticed before. He found a padlock nearby and used it to lock the chain of my handcuffs to one of the rings. Then he retrieved the duffel bag and pulled out a ball gag. Damn it, not again, I thought. Sure enough, he brought the annoying ball of rubber over to me and held it up. I frowned and reluctantly opened my mouth. The ball was pushed in, forcing my mouth to open even wider. I gurgled with a bit of surprise, forgetting how large and hard it felt in my mouth, as it passed my teeth. He buckled the straps tightly and then left to join the others. I mouthed and struggled with the rubber as it took me a moment to get used to it again. Then I glanced over my shoulder and confirmed what I feared. My wrists were now securely locked to the wall behind me and I would not be able to get free without a key.
Tatiana approached with a knife. I whimpered in fear, not from getting slashed, but because I knew what the real purpose of the knife was going to be.
“Oh come on, honey. Did you really think I was going to let you keep your clothes?”
A few moments later, my blouse and skirt lie on the floor in shreds. I was left standing there in my underwear, the lingerie that belonged to Cindy, ivory colored, French, silk panties with lace, and a matching bra that was one cup size too small for me. My DD sized breasts bulged over the top of it provocatively and my nipples protruded from beneath the thin material. I squirmed with embarrassment as the woman eyed me lustfully and looked down at the front of my panties. The crotch rope I still wore was splitting my sex underneath them, and a wet spot had been forming there all day. Tatiana looked into my eyes and smiled as her hand touched the rope. She tugged on it gently and I whimpered softly.
“I think you really enjoy being tied up, don’t you?” she grinned.
I grunted and shook my head, no.
“Oh? Then why are your panties so wet?”
I blushed slightly and looked down in shame.
She lifted my chin back up with her hand. “You have been a good girl today, Samantha. I think you deserve a reward. Would you like that?”
I didn’t know how to answer, nor did I want to. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see her smirking face, but I could still feel her breath as her mouth drew closer. I turned my head sideways and whimpered helplessly as she kissed me on the cheek. Then I felt her hands on my body. One hand started rubbing my panties and the other was on my bra, kneading my tits through the silk. My breathing and heart rate accelerated and a moan escaped my gagged mouth before I could hold it back.
“I have something ‘fun’ in mind for you later. But for now I’ll give you some freedom by taking this off.”
She reached behind my back and cut the crotch rope with her knife. She slowly pulled the loose rope out from the front, allowing it to slide through my cunt on the way. I shuddered as it passed over my clit. Then she cut the loop around my waist and let it drop to the floor. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I was finally free of that annoying rope, and opened my eyes. There was a red line left behind on my skin around my belly and one going down into my panties.
Tatiana held my chin and kissed the ball between my teeth. Then she opened her mouth wide so that her lips could go around the ball and touch my own. She sucked on the rubber while kissing me at the same time. Her hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly to keep me from pulling away. She kissed me deeply, using the ball from the gag like a tongue that passed back and forth between our mouths. Her body pressed against me and I felt her breasts touching my own. Then she pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air.
“I’ll be back in a bit, darling. Don’t go away.”
She turned her back and walked away while a line of drool dribbled down my chest.
Aleksei entered, and carried Jennifer over to the wall opposite me. I saw that additional rings were bolted to that wall as well. The big man stood Jennifer up against one of them. Tatiana came over with a pair of hand cuffs and locked them to Jennifer’s wrists and then padlocked her to the wall ring like they had done to me. Then she pulled out her knife and cut the ropes from the businesswoman’s wrists and arms. She cut and tore the remains of Jennifer’s blouse off of her too, and did the same to the woman’s dangling bra. Jennifer mumbled insults at her through the tape but it was to no avail. Tatiana left the woman completely naked from the waist up.
“That’s a marvelous set of knockers you have there. Do you mind if I enjoy them for a while?”
She mocked the gagged woman. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t talk can you? That pretty tape gag over your mouth means you can’t say no, doesn’t it? I’ll just help myself then,” she said as she began massaging the bound woman’s breasts.
She took one in each hand and slowly rubbed them until the nipples hardened. Then she leaned forward and kissed and suckled on the soft orbs. She nibbled at the tiny buds and licked them with her tongue. Jennifer grunted and squealed as she tried to pull away. I heard the clank of metal as her cuffed hands jerked against the ring behind her. She tossed her head back, squirming and moaning, as her bare breasts were licked and teased by Tatiana’s eager tongue. The Russian blonde rose up and plastered a big kiss on her captive’s taped lips. Then she took a step back.
“Stay right here sweetie, OK?” she said as she pinched one of Jennifer’s nipples.
“NNNNNNN!!” Jennifer complained.
“I’ll be back to play with you later. I need to go eat my dinner first,” she said, as she left to take a seat at the table.
Jennifer and I stared at each other for a moment, she, topless, tape gagged, and bound at knees and ankles, and I ball gagged and bound in lingerie. She was glaring angrily at me for some reason. I couldn’t figure out why - Maybe she was still upset about the events of the ride here, or the fact that my breasts were covered and hers were not. Or maybe the woman was just mad all the time. I don’t know, but she could at least be happy that her gag didn’t make her drool, I thought. I sighed and waited helplessly for whatever was next.
Our captors ate their meal without giving us a second thought. After they finished, they removed their dirty plates and brought out new ones - four to be exact. Then Igor, Boris, and Tatiana each picked up a knife and headed down the hallway to where I had last seen the others. A few minutes later I heard scuffling footsteps approaching. My heart leapt with joy when I saw Rachel, Sara, and Cindy emerge. They were alive and well! They were no longer gagged, and Cindy smiled when she saw that I had returned safely. Their hands were now cuffed in front of them and they shuffled forward in a line on feet that were no longer bound. The three of them were herded over to the table and told to sit down. Then Tatiana approached me with some keys. She unlocked me from the wall and then removed my hand cuffs and gag.
“It’s time to eat,” she said. “Put your hands out in front.”
I did so, and my wrists were immediately re-cuffed. Tatiana then dragged me over to an open spot at the table and forced me to sit down next to Cindy. Anya went around next and put food on our plates and poured water into our cups.
“Thanks,” I said only to be rewarded with a slap on my back.
“Shut up!” Tatiana ordered. “You have exactly ten minutes, so I advise you to spend the time eating and not talking.”
The four of us wasted no time and immediately started to eat. We were so famished that we stuffed the food in as fast as we could. We had to use our hands though, as they gave us no utensils. Igor and Tatiana stood nearby to watch over us and make sure we didn’t attempt an escape.
Cindy leaned towards me and whispered between mouthfuls, “Are you OK?”
“Yes,” I whispered, taking another bite. “You?”
Cindy nodded. “We’re fine,” she said as she glanced nervously at Igor, who was watching us like a hawk. “We better talk later.”
We went back to eating in silence. I looked over to Jennifer and noticed she was watching us closely. The Russians had left her locked to the wall, so apparently they had no plans to allow her to join us. Poor girl, I thought, she probably envies us, and the look in her eyes told me I was probably right.
After we finished, they made us clean up all the dirty dishes. They treated us like slaves, but I didn’t see how resisting would help. We were getting a little more freedom to walk around now, so I wasn’t about to complain. They made sure to gag us first and gave us all the same ball gags we wore the first time we had arrived here.
It was now very late, and I was still nervous about the ‘fun’ Tatiana was planning. I saw her pull Sergei aside and hold a private conversation with him, away from the others. I assumed they were talking about us because the two of them kept looking our way. The moment their little talk ended, she came over.
“OK ladies, you all did a fine job. I shall be taking you, one by one, to visit the ladies room. After that we have a little show planned.”
A show? I thought. I wondered what she had in mind.
Tatiana and Igor came over and un-cuffed our wrists, but only so they could re-cuff them behind our backs. Then Tatiana escorted us one at a time to the restroom. She entered the tiny room with us and ‘helped’ us take down and then pull up our clothes as needed. Then, as we were brought out, Igor took us over to stand opposite of Jennifer, and locked our wrists to the rings in the wall. He squatted down and tied my ankles together with rope, and then did the same to the other girls. The four of us were all lined up across from the topless executive. Anya and all the men, except for Igor, took a seat on the couches. Igor joined Tatiana in the center of the room, near the oak table. The two of them whispered to one another for a moment. Then Tatiana approached us and pulled out her knife again. She addressed the audience on the sofas as if she were an announcer.
“Before we get started with our evening of activities, we need to make sure our main attractions, is…well…attractive.”
She went over to Rachel, the first in line, and grabbed the top of her maid’s uniform. She proceeded to rip the front of it wide open. Rachel squealed in dismay as her curvaceous figure was now boldly displayed. Tatiana used her knife to cut the uniform off, leaving the young, blonde-haired girl with just her white cotton panties and bra. Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but they stood out attractively in contrast to her slim, tanned body.
Sara was the next in line, and protested with loud grunting and squirming while Tatiana sliced her uniform away. The lingerie she wore underneath was rather sexy for a woman in her 30s. Her panties were a light blue, boy short style. They were very skimpy in the rear, as the cheeks of her ass stuck out provocatively. Her bra was white and frilly with ruffles all along the edges. Tatiana nodded her approval.
“I love your choice in underwear, dear. Did you pick it out just for me?”
She ran her finger along the ruffles, tickling her shapely captive. Sara shivered from her touch and let out a soft whimper. Tatiana’s finger then traced a slow line down her captive’s belly, from her bra to her panties, making Sara tremble nervously. Tatiana slipped her hand inside the woman’s panties which caused a quick intake of breath and a soft moan. The helpless girl mewled into her gag as the probing fingers worked their magic on her delicate body for a minute or two. I watched as Sara’s abdomen shuddered uncontrollably while her captor fondled her sex. Sara snorted through her nose and moaned loudly. Then Tatiana pulled away, leaving the poor woman panting around her ball gag, and approached Cindy.
The green eyed beauty eyed her anxiously. She shrank back as the Russian woman’s knife made contact with her top, between her tits. The sharp blade slid underneath the material, and one hard pull, cut the laces that were holding the front of it together. Cindy’s firm breasts sprang free as her top split open. The remaining shoulder strap was cut too and the shredded fabric fell to the ground. Tatiana reached for her prisoner’s shorts next and slowly pulled them down her thighs. Then she used the knife to cut them off as well. Cindy grunted angrily at being stripped down to her pink satin panties. The men in the room immediately voiced their approval of the stunning beauty, now mostly naked before them. Cindy’s face reddened from all the hoots and hollers but she held her head up proudly.
“Wow!” was all Tatiana could say at first, as she looked her captive up and down. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever layed eyes on.”
She reached out her hand to pinch one of Cindy’s nipples, hard. Cindy winced but didn’t cry out, holding her composure. She met her captor, eye to eye, in defiance.
“Oh, you are a proud one aren’t you? I bet you just love your body and what it does to the men… so hot and sexy… making the men go crazy with desire. You probably love to tease them too, don’t you?”
Cindy’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t answer.
“Oh come on, I know you’re type - running around in those slinky outfits with the short shorts, mini skirts, and low cut tops. You can’t tell me I’m wrong. If it isn’t true, then why weren’t you wearing a bra?”
Cindy’s face flushed at that remark.
“I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine. How would you like to be teased and turned on, and then ignored? What would you do if a woman made love to you? Hmm?”
Not waiting for an answer, the Russian woman stepped back and pulled her own shirt off. Cindy’s eyes widened with surprise. We were all shocked, as none of us had expected her to do that. Tatiana proceeded to strip even further and removed her shoes and pants. She stood there in just her white bra and panties, watching her four captives’ eyes as they wondered up and down over her athletic body. She stepped closer to Cindy and reached out a hand to caress my friend’s cheek. She ran her finger slowly along the gag strap, outlining the entire length of it, from her captive’s right cheek to the left cheek, and all around the ball between her lips.
“I just love how your lips caress that ball… the ball that fills your mouth… filling it so fully… so you can’t speak… or complain… or resist…”
She reached under Cindy’s hair by her ear and stroked her neck. Then she grabbed a handful of her captive’s light brown hair and pulled Cindy’s head back. Tatiana leaned forward and softly kissed her on the throat. Her tongue came out and licked her neck and along her cheek. Cindy shivered when she reached her ear, almost giggling. Tatiana nibbled at her ear and pushed her tongue inside it causing goose bumps to appear on the topless girl’s skin. I heard the rattle of Cindy’s handcuffs as she tried unsuccessfully to twist away.
Tatiana’s hands were on Cindy’s slim waist now, holding her by the hips. Tatiana slid her left hand behind the bound girl’s back and grabbed a fistful of the pink satin on her captive’s buttocks. She pulled the bound girl against herself, causing their panties to rub against each other. Then her right hand slowly worked its way up Cindy’s belly. Tatiana brushed her fingertips over her captive’s navel and tickled her skin, searching even higher, up, up, until she found the firm mounds. Cindy’s tits swelled as she took in a large breath. The Russian blonde explored her captive’s chest, massaging the soft orbs with both hands, kneading and squeezing them. I watched my friend bite into her gag, deeply, and close her eyes while groaning softly. Tatiana fondled her prisoner’s breasts and continued to kiss Cindy’s face.
“You love to have your breasts touched,” she whispered. “So full and soft… so sexy… it feels so good to have them touched… and held… to be held by a woman.”
Her hands did exactly that, gently cupping the large orbs with her fingers.
“Your will to resist is melting… melting under my hot lips. You want me to kiss you… and touch you… to touch your breasts… and make them tingle… it arouses you… arouses your nipples… making them grow harder… and harder... making them swell with desire… aching to be touched... you want me to touch them… to kiss them…”
Tatiana moved her mouth lower now, licking and kissing as she went. Down Cindy’s neck and chest she traveled, until her lips were on her tits. She licked all around and over them at first, moistening the entire surface. Then I watched as the tip of her tongue slowly extended until it touched the tiny bud of Cindy’s nipple. Cindy’s upper body jerked back violently, as if shocked by electricity. Her breathing quickened as I watched my friend’s breasts rise and fall in rapid succession. Tatiana slowly leaned her mouth in closer. Cindy backed up against the wall, whimpering as she stared down at her own quivering nipple, unable to keep it away from the invading tongue that tickled at it once again. Tatiana’s lips surrounded the stiff bud and pulled it into her mouth as she sucked on it. Cindy’s shoulders started shaking and her belly convulsing as she was helpless to stop it. The blonde woman sucked and licked on her breast, over and over, and did the same to the other one. Then she stood up and wrapped her left arm around Cindy’s waist and pulled the helpless beauty closer again. Cindy struggled to keep her poise as the woman pushed a thigh between her legs and whispered in her ear.
“I can feel your pussy on my thigh now… through your panties… I can feel how warm and wet you are getting… your panties are so wet… wet with anticipation… you want me… and need me… to touch you…”
Cindy glanced at me briefly and then closed her eyes. I saw the look on her face and could tell she was having much difficulty in holding back her excitement. I was too. I could feel myself getting wet and tingly between my legs.
Tatiana’s right hand plunged down inside of Cindy’s panties and stroked her pussy. Cindy inhaled sharply and fought back a moan, her hands pulling against the iron ring uselessly, and her thighs squirming. She tried to pull away but the ropes and cuffs held her fast. There was no way to prevent what was happening to her. Tatiana’s fingers found their way to the bound woman’s clit and caressed it softly. Cindy threw her head back, her breasts heaving as the fingers began to massage her most sensitive spot. She clamped her teeth into the ball to keep from crying out.
“Oh yes… you are wet… wet with desire… you need my touch… the desire is growing inside of you… it feels so good... your pussy feels so good right now…”
Tatiana placed her left hand on Cindy’s ass and pushed the bound girl forward, holding her against her right hand which was pressed into her cunt. She continued rubbing on Cindy’s clitoris harder and harder while she whispered into her struggling captive’s ear.
“You can’t hold it back… you feel it building up inside of you… you feel it in your pussy… you can’t resist it any longer… you need to let it out… you want to cry out… cry out for me!!”
“MMMMMMMMM!!!!”
The sound didn’t come from Cindy… or Tatiana… It was me. I couldn’t contain myself and had accidentally let it out. I was ashamed of myself and was glad to discover that no one else had heard my cry because they were all focusing on my friend.
Cindy was sweating now as she grimaced with the effort to hold herself back. She was trying desperately not to give in to this woman. But Tatiana’s fingers were relentless on her clit, rubbing and stroking it under her panties, stimulating it, and forcing the sexual energy inside to come out. I could see Cindy’s pelvis convulsing and throbbing against the woman’s hand, faster and faster. Cindy couldn’t hold it back any longer, she shuddered and snorted and cried out, all at once.
“Ohhh… Ohhhhhhhhhh… OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
It started low and rose to a crescendo as Cindy was about to explode over the edge. But Tatiana suddenly pulled her hand out and stepped back.
“Not so fast young lady! I’m not letting you cum just yet.”
Cindy groaned loudly with disappointment, despite herself, and thrust her pelvis out for more attention. She hadn’t reached an orgasm yet, and wanted one, and needed one. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to rub herself but it was no use. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she panted and her loins trembled. The perspiration rolled down her face and chest as Tatiana smiled at her cruelly.
“My, you really got excited there didn’t you honey?”
Cindy looked up at her tormentor, groaning in anguish. I watched my friend closely, as she slobbered around the ball gag, gasping and moaning. She looked at me through strands of sweat soaked hair. Her green eyes were pleading for release as the escaping climax slowly began to fade.
Tatiana chortled, “I think you almost enjoyed that as much as I did… Well, it’s time to move on to the next event.”
She spun around and headed for Jennifer.
She signaled Igor to join her, and the two of them unlocked Jennifer from the wall. Igor held the topless women’s arms firmly while Tatiana removed the hand cuffs from her wrists. Keeping the woman’s arms behind her back, Tatiana bent them at the elbow and brought each wrist up to the opposite elbow. She used some rope to tie them in that position and hold her arms folded behind her back. Then she took her knife and cut the ropes around the woman’s ankles, but left her knees tied together. Igor brought over a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around Jennifer’s arms and upper body. He passed it around and under her breasts two times and then looped it around and above her breasts twice before tying it off. The effect squeezed her tits from the top and bottom causing them to bulge forward a bit. Then Tatiana used a smaller piece of rope and cinched the loops together between her breasts. This squeezed Jennifer’s tits even more and elicited a groan of complaint from the sexy captive.
“There we go, that looks much better,” Tatiana said, satisfied with the effect. “OK honey, now it’s time to make you talk.”
Igor stood behind the woman and held her by the shoulders, tilting her back. Jennifer’s bound breasts were thrust outward. Tatiana reached out with her hand and pinched and held onto one of the nipples.
“Mmmmmmm!!” Jennifer moaned.
“I’m going to remove your gag now and you’re going to tell us where Brian and Steve’s team were transferred to. I want to know which facility they’re at, and the address, and how long they plan to stay there.”
She grabbed an edge of the tape around Jennifer’s face and pulled it up just enough so she could slide her knife underneath and cut it. Then she ripped it off rudely.
“Owmmmmm!!” Jennifer wailed. She spit the soaked cloth out from her mouth. “Fuck you! I’m not telling you anything.”
“Oh, so you want me to get rough do you?” Tatiana asked.
“I don’t care what you do to me, bitch, it won’t make me talk. You can kiss my ass for all I care!”
“Oh is that so? Well, I just might take you up on that offer. But first, I think naughty bitches, who don’t listen, need to be spanked.”
“You wouldn’t dare! I’m a grown woman, an executive with a government firm. You can’t spank me.”
“I can and I will. Igor, remove her skirt please.”
Jennifer seemed worried all of a sudden as the bald-headed giant approached.
“Don’t you dare touch me. You can’t do this to me.”
Igor reached around her waist and unfastened her mini skirt and let it drop to the floor. The pretty executive whimpered softly and her face reddened. Her shapely legs were long and sexy, covered with sheer white nylons that were held up by a garter belt that matched in color and style to her panties and the bra she had worn earlier. The entire ensemble was made of light blue satin and lace and was very provocative. I was surprised to see a woman of her position and demeanor wearing such a sexy outfit. Tatiana eyed her newly stripped captive up and down, pausing as she focused on the woman’s panties.
“You are a naughty little slut aren’t you? Wearing a thong under your work clothes, and over top of your garters no less.”
Jennifer’s face reddened deeply.
“Who were you wearing these for, hmm? The men in the office? ” Tatiana paused in thought for a moment. “No, I think not. I saw how disgusted you were by them. You couldn’t wait to get out of there. Where were you going in such a hurry? To see a lover? Another woman perhaps?”
Jennifer lowered her head, too embarrassed to look her captor in the eye.
“Aha, I thought so. I saw how you stared at Samantha back in your office. You’re attracted to large breasts aren’t you? I might get more pleasure out of this than I thought,” Tatiana chuckled.
She walked over to the bound woman and grabbed the front of Jennifer’s panties.
“Follow me,” she said as she pulled Jennifer along by her thong.
Jennifer’s knees were still bound together so she had to kind of waddle after her. The Russian blonde led her over to stand in front of the table.
“I’ll give you one more chance before we start. Will you tell me where Brian and Steve are?”
“Go to hell!”
Tatiana nodded to Igor and he immediately pulled out two pieces of rope. He used them to attach each of Jennifer’s ankles to one of the table legs. Her high heeled feet were now pulled awkwardly apart. Since her knees were still bound, she was forced to squat slightly and stick her bottom out. She had to lean against the table for balance. Then he pulled out a longer piece of rope. He grabbed the bound executive and tied one of the ends to the cinching rope between her breasts.
“What are you doing? Leave me alone,” she complained.
Igor walked around to the far side of the table, holding on to the other end of the rope as he went. Then he gathered up the slack and threatened to pull the sexy captive forward.
“Stop it! You can’t do this to me.” Jennifer complained.
“Are you going to tell me what I want?” Tatiana asked.
“No.”
“Then, Igor, you may proceed,” she said nonchalantly.
Igor pulled on the rope and forced Jennifer to bend forward. He didn’t stop pulling until Jennifer’s bound breasts hit the table top. Then he tied it off and came back around to this side so he could get a better view of the poor girl.
And what a sight it was! Jennifer’s shapely bottom was now sticking up in the air, at the edge of the table. Her trembling cheeks danced before my eyes, spilt by her thong down the middle, and framed on each side by the straps of her garters. Tatiana couldn’t resist taking advantage of the girl’s helpless position and patted the woman’s behind.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” Jennifer cried. “Or I’ll… I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what?” Tatiana finished for her. “Exactly what do you plan to do from that position?”
The executive sputtered to say something threatening. “I’ll… I’ll… Just keep your fucking hands off of me!”
“I’ll do whatever I please with you, my dear, because you can’t do anything about it.”
Tatiana hooked a finger under each of Jennifer’s garters and pulled them back as far as the elastic would stretch, and then let go. They stung the girl’s buttocks with a loud SNAP!
“Owwww!” wailed Jennifer.
“How do you feel now?... Miss Jennifer Turner?” Tatiana asked, continuing to chastise her victim. “Bent over the table with your ass thrusting out… so vulnerable… waiting to be spanked…”
“Please. Don’t do it. You can’t spank me.” Jennifer’s demands sounded more like begging now.
“Oh, you will be spanked. There is no question about that. The real question is - When will it begin? I could leave you tied up like this for a while if I wanted to, and leave your ass sticking out so we can all enjoy the view. Or maybe I’ll let some of the men come and enjoy it a little more intimately. Would you like that instead?”
“Fuck you!”
Tatiana’s hands explored the bound girl’s bottom, rubbing and goosing it, causing her captive to squirm. Then she brought her hand back and paused with it held in mid air. Jennifer noticed the room had suddenly grown quiet, and turned her head back to see what was going on. She was just in time to see Tatiana’s hand come down with a loud SMACK, right onto the middle of her bottom. The sound rang loudly through the room and Jennifer gasped as her breath suddenly left her. I saw her fingers and wrists flexing as she pulled against her bonds in an effort to get free. Tatiana paused again, waiting for the woman to catch her breath.
SMACK!
The second blow was as loud as the first. Again the oxygen left Jennifer’s lungs with a grunt of pain. Tatiana didn’t wait this time and spanked her again with her bare hand.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Jennifer’s body went rigid and her feet pulled at the ropes uselessly. Her head shot backward violently as she arched her back.
“Please, stop!” she cried.
Tatiana hesitated and then lowered her hand. Jennifer was panting rapidly.
“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked her.
“No.”
SMACK!
SMACK!
Jennifer’s ass was turning red as the blonde continued to spank it.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Tatiana stopped and walked to the side of the table. She grabbed Jennifer by the hair and lifted her head up. I saw streaks of tears on the businesswoman’s face.
Tatiana snarled at her prisoner. “I will only stop when you promise to tell me what I want to know.”
“You evil, fucking bitch! I hate you!” She shouted, and spat into Tatiana’s face.
Tatiana was livid. She wiped the spittle away and marched over to the duffel bag. She gave Igor a command in Russian while she dug through the bag for something. Igor cut the rope holding Jennifer down and then untied it from between her breasts and let her stand up. Tatiana finally found what she wanted and approached the resistant captive.
“I’ve wasted enough time being nice to you. Now I’ll show you how serious I am. These little boys will make you talk.”
She held up two strange looking metal clips that were attached to each other by a chain. Jennifer’s expression instantly changed to concern.
“Wh-wh-what are those for?” she asked nervously.
“These are called nipple clamps, and this particular design is specially made to pinch even tighter whenever you pull on the chain.”
The Russian woman reached out her hand and hefted Jennifer’s right breast. The nipple was already engorged from the ropes squeezing her tits. Tatiana brought one of the clips towards the sensitive bud. Jennifer yelped and would have pulled away but Igor came over and held her steady. The clamp bit down onto her nipple.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!” Jennifer gasped with shock and pain.
Then Tatiana took the left breast and attached the second clamp to Jennifer’s other nipple.
“Gaaahhhhhh, ow that hurts! Take them off!” Jennifer squealed.
“Oh come on, I think you’re over reacting. I’ve worn these before and they don’t hurt that much… once you get used to them, that is,” she chuckled.
Jennifer whimpered and bit her lip. She seemed unconvinced that this was something she would get used to.
“Are you ready to talk?” Tatiana asked while tugging slightly on the connecting chain.
Jennifer didn’t answer. She was too focused on trying to withstand the pain coursing through her tits. Tatiana took her silence as a “no” and raised her hand.
SMACK!
Tatiana spanked her again as she stood there. The sharp blow caused Jennifer’s tits to jiggle and the chain between the clamps to swing to and fro. The burning sensation this caused was much stronger than Jennifer expected and she gasped loudly.
“Aaaaahhhhh!”
SMACK!
“Owwwwww!”
SMACK!
“S-S-Stop!”
SMACK!
“Stop, stop!” Jennifer begged louder.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“All right, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”
SMACK!
“Stop, I’ll tell you what you want!” Jennifer wailed.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Please!” Jennifer was crying now.
Tatiana didn’t seem to be listening as she continued to strike the defenseless girl’s bottom. If anything, she was swinging harder now.
SMACK!
“Please,” Jennifer pleaded and sobbed. “I said I would talk, please stop!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
It was Anya that finally put an end to it.
“Nyet, nyet!!” she yelled as she came from out of no where and grabbed Tatiana’s right hand, just as she was about to strike the weeping executive again.
The interruption set off a burst of rage in Tatiana, and she whirled around and went after the red head like a wild animal.
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed and threw a left hook at Anya.
The woman ducked the blow and grabbed Tatiana’s wrist and tried to wrestle her down. But Tatiana was much stronger. She pulled her right hand free of the weaker girl’s grasp and used it to grab a fistful of her comrade’s long hair. Tatiana pulled while at the same time tripping Anya with her foot. Anya lost her balance and fell backward, flailing her arms wildly for something to grab onto. She accidently caught Tatiana’s bra with her clawing fingers and used it to pull Tatiana to the ground with her. The bra clasp broke on the way down causing Tatiana’s breasts to burst free. Tatiana landed on top of the red head with her tits engulfing Anya’s face. The weaker girl struggled for leverage but was quickly pinned down on her back. Tatiana repositioned herself and sat down on Anya’s chest. She straddled herself over her defeated foe with her panty covered crotch spread wide in front of the pinned girl’s face.
Anya’s arms were now caught underneath the blonde’s legs and she couldn’t defend herself. Tatiana pulled her useless bra off and used it like a whip to strike Anya across the face. She would have struck again but Sergei grabbed her wrist from behind and Igor took her other arm. The two of them pulled her off the defenseless woman. Anya crawled to her feet and rubbed at the welt on her cheek. The four of them began shouting and arguing in Russian as Igor dragged Tatiana, kicking and screaming, over to the sofa. The other men, who were sitting there, got up out of his way. Igor tossed the furious woman onto the vacated sofa and held her down while she cursed at her leader. Sergei came over to address his irate comrade. They argued back and forth for a minute or so, with Igor and Anya interjecting a comment or two. It took them several minutes before they managed to calm Tatiana down. Igor relaxed his grip and allowed her to stand up. She suddenly felt foolish, wearing just her panties, and went to retrieve her clothes.
As she was putting them back on, Anya came over to Sergei and whispered in his ear. He gave her a nod of approval, so she approached Jennifer, who was dumbfounded by everything that had just happened. The red head picked up a knife from the table, knelt down, and cut the cords around Jennifer’s ankles. Then she stood up and gently turned her prisoner around. She began rubbing the topless women’s shoulders as if she were giving her a massage. Her hands started at Jennifer’s neck and then slowly worked their way down her arms and over to the bound breasts. Anya carefully grasped the nipple clamps with her fingers, but left them attached.
“Ooooh these must really hurt… your sensitive little buds… all red and sore... Shall I make them feel better?” she whispered seductively. “If you tell us where Brian and Steve are, I’ll take these off for you.”
Jennifer was all too happy to rid herself of the nasty clamps and would have done almost anything at this point to have them removed. So, without a second thought, she promptly told the flirty red head everything they wanted – the name and location of the building, the street address, and that Brian and Steve should be there until the end of the week.
“Oh thank you so much, darling… how sweet of you to help… I think you’ve earned yourself something special… would you like that?” she cooed.
Jennifer was still waiting for the clamps to come off, so she remained silent. She didn’t want to delay anything by giving the wrong answer. Anya smiled at the buxom woman who was waiting so patiently for her to fulfill her promise. But Anya decided to have some fun of her own. She gripped the chain with her left hand and started jiggling it.
Jennifer whimpered. “Ohhhhh… please don’t...”
“What’s wrong? Does this hurt?” Anya asked with fake surprise.
“Yessss… pleassse… sssstop,” Jennifer’s words were slurring from the pain.
Anya looked to her leader, “May I have some fun with her?”
He smiled, “Of course you may, my love.”
Tatiana complained, “But you promised this was my night with them.”
She was reacting like a child who just had her favorite toy taken away. Her commander seemed rather annoyed by the interruption and gave her a stern look.
But Tatiana ignored him. “Will I at least get a turn when she is finished?”
“It’s too late for that now,” he said, angrily. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’m still upset that you attacked Anya.”
“Well she shouldn’t have grabbed…”
“Enough!” Sergei interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Let’s not get started on that again. Did you forget who is in command here?”
“No,” Tatiana said, her temper softening.
“Anya may do as she pleases with them, for now. There should be some time for you in the morning. Our plans have changed.” He continued in Russian and presumably began to share with them his idea.
Anya, meanwhile, was grinning triumphantly. She enjoyed hearing Tatiana get put back in her place and gave Tatiana a smug look as she circled around her prize, the bound executive.
“Igor, would you be so kind as to take my precious captive over to that chair and tie her down for me?”
Igor nodded.
“Thank you dear,” Anya said as she ran her fingers gently over Jennifer’s bare shoulders.
The big, bald-headed man dragged the protesting Jennifer over to one of the wooden chairs. He forced her to sit down on her sore bottom and proceeded to tie each ankle to a chair leg. Then he wrapped a cord around her waist and another around her chest, just above her breasts, and secured her to the back of the chair with them.
“Shall I gag her?” he asked Anya.
“No,” she grinned, as she eyed the helpless brunette. “I want to do that myself.”
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