Charlotte, Emperor's Special Agent:

The Russian Affair

Chapter 7

By Hugues

Charlotte shivered in the cold.  She was unchained but nude in the middle of the castle’s courtyard. The guards made a circle around her. Josephina was standing near her, her hands roughly bound with rope in front of her. At least the servant could protect her black forest from the viewers. Charlotte couldn’t.

She had been ordered to stand in the cold, legs apart and hands crossed behind her neck, exposing to the guards her red pussy and her armpits, hairy as a red forest after days of captivity.

The Russian woman turned around her prey, slowly, as if she ate her shame! And there was so much shame to eat. Since the beginning of her captivity, the young countess had realized that humiliation would be her daily routine but she could not get used.

 “First, catch.”

She withdrew a piece of black material from her right rear pocket and tossed it triumphantly at Charlotte. The French countess caught it and saw at once that it was the pair of panties that she had taken from her enemy and used to gag her in their futile escape a few days ago.

“I kept them for you, Charlotte de Maupas,” the woman announced.”Now put them in your mouth.”

The material was really disgusting. Charlotte looked despondently at the garment. Then, she opened her mouth and began to stuff it inside.

“Right in,” the Russian woman ordered. “After all, you’ve two other pairs to make space for.”

Charlotte retched as the foul tasting cloth went into her mouth. When it was all in, the woman retrieved two pairs of panties from her left pocket and sliced through the sides. They were the ones which have gagged her and Josepha when they were kidnapped! Then, she tossed them to the countess.

“These now,” she ordered.

Charlotte’s mouth already felt full. So it took a great deal of effort, not to mention retching, to get two next pairs in.

“Stuff them into your cheeks,” the woman ordered next. When finally, the young red woman had got three pairs of panties into her mouth, she felt she would choke.

“Now put your hands behind you, palm to palm,” the woman ordered. “And turn around.”

Charlotte did as she was told, and grimaced while the Russian woman bound her wrists together and cinched the binding. From the feel of the tie, Charlotte guessed that she had used a thin cord. This was confirmed when seconds later, more of the twine drew her elbows together and tied those too, once again cinching the bond.

"Mnnngg, nnngg,” Charlotte groaned.

“Hurts does it, sweetie,” the other one crowed. Not that she let up. Charlotte’s breasts were already pushed out from the elbow tie, and her shoulders were aflame. But the cruel woman made it worse by winding a second turn of twine around her elbows, this time above the joint.

"Mnnnnnggg, nnnnngg,” Charlotte groaned again, as the woman tugged on the ends and knotted it.

“Oh, come, countess de Maupas. Such a fuss at a little discomfort,” she chided. She took another piece of cord and used it to tie Charlotte’s thumbs together. ‘Turn back round,’ she ordered when she had finished.

Charlotte turned, giving a full frontal display to the guards and astonished Josepha in the process, to see the woman holding a length of cloth. By the look of it she had chosen the dirtiest piece she could find. She tied an overhand knot in it, then a second, then a third. When she was happy that the knot was large enough, she turned her attention to Charlotte’s gag.

The three panties had come out a little. She pushed them back into Charlotte’s mouth, before pressing the knot between her teeth. This pushed the three pairs of panties even further down the captive’s throat. But worse was to come. For when the woman took the two ends behind Charlotte’s head and tied them as tightly as she could, the panties went in even more.

“I’ll finish your gag off later,” she announced to a dismayed Charlotte de Maupas. The idea that her gag needed finishing off in any way amazed and horrified her. Josepha did not feel better, rising her bound hands to her mouth to hide her horror.

The Russian woman brought the ball of twine around in front of the French special agent and cut off an excessively long length.

“Breathe in,” the Russian woman ordered, as she looped the twine around Charlotte’s waist three times. Charlotte watched with alarm as she took a stout grip on each end of the waist cinch.

“Nnnngggnnnngg,” special agent Charlotte de Maupas groaned into the vile-tasting panty gag, which filled her mouth and stretched her jaw, as her enemy dragged the twine desperately tight. When the hard twine bit into the soft skin around Charlotte’s middle, she stopped and contemplated her efforts for a second. But she was evidently unsatisfied.

“A little tighter, I think,” she pronounced, solemnly.

“Nnnnggggnnnnngg,” Charlotte groaned again, as the cord was pulled even tighter. She looked down despondently as the Russian woman, now satisfied, knotted the cord at her navel.

“Just something to anchor your wrists to, agent de Maupas,” she crowed. “Of course, after the way you treated me last day, I’m going to anchor them the long way around. Know what I mean, my friend?”

She smiled at Charlotte’s puzzled look and then reached out and plucked at the mop of red pubic hair which gathered gently at the apex of Charlotte’s thighs.

“Hope you don’t blister easily, de Maupas?” She laughed.

She disappeared behind the French captive and attached a length of cord to her wrist binding. As she did so, Charlotte began to realize actually what she had in mind and her puzzled expression turned to horror.

“Legs apart, lovely Charlotte,” she ordered, smiling at Charlotte’s distress.

She came back round front and watched smiling as Charlotte shuffled her feet apart, coyly.

The Russian woman wasn’t satisfied. “Come on, de Maupas,” she said. “You can do better than that. Can’t you? Spread them wide.”

There was no point in resisting. Blushing deeper red, Charlotte stretched her legs wider. The woman reached between them and took hold of the dangling rope, which she brought up and threaded under the waist cinch at Charlotte’s navel. “Better make sure this thing sits properly,” she said with a smile on her face. She reached down and pushed a hand between Charlotte’s parted thighs.

“Mmmmpphhh, mmmphhhhh,” Charlotte griped, as her enemy none too gently prized Charlotte’s labia apart and seated the cord between them.

Then she took hold of the loose end and pulled.

“Unnnggggg, mmmmpphhhh, nnnnnnggggg,” Charlotte groaned into her gag as the twine bit. “Nnnngggnnggg, nnnggggnnnnggh,” she choked again, her groans turning to howls of protest as her captor pulled the cord even tighter before anchoring it to the front of the waist cinch.

The woman smiled triumphantly. “There that should discourage you from too much sudden movement,” she crowed.

“Mfffffff,gnnnnnnn” Charlotte pleaded, shaking her head in denial, as she tried to come to terms with the line of fire between her legs.

The Russian woman reached out and toyed with the French agent’s left breast. She smiled again. ‘Hey, you should have thought about it before you hogtied me.

She looked her over once again. Then, she tested the crotch rope by pushing a couple of fingers beneath the vertical, where the cord emerged from Charlotte’s red pubic hair.

“Ummmmmmphhhhh, nnnnggnnnnggg,” Charlotte groaned. The twine was so taught that even that little activity caused her a wave of discomfort.

“I was used to play with my Moujik servants when I was younger…”

The woman came back around front and looked Charlotte’s nude body up and down again, noting the beads of perspiration that, despite the cold, had blossomed on the French agent’s naked skin. Then, she once again inserted two fingers under the crotch rope.

“Ummphhhh,” Charlotte spluttered into her panty gag as the cruel woman’ fingers pulled at the cord just above her triangle of pubic hair.

 “Lie down,” she ordered now.

Lie down, thought Charlotte gloomily. How the hell could anyone be made to lie down tied up like she was? Gingerly, she lowered herself to her knees and then sat back on her ankles. Even that little activity made the crotch rope tear at her. Then she found she could go no further.

But, her captor helped her. She pushed Charlotte on to her side and then watched smiling while she got her legs out straight. She separated the cord in her hand and used the first piece to bind Charlotte’s ankles, cinching the bond down tight. The second piece went below her knees; the third above her knees, and the fourth at mid thigh. Each was cinched down hard, which made Charlotte squirm as the cruel hands forced the cord between the soft flesh of her thighs. Then, the woman used the final piece to bind Charlotte’s big toes together. Even that was cinched. And Charlotte noticed that her tormentor had left a long end dangling.

« On your front, agent de Maupas »

Charlotte rolled over the best she could. But she was not fast enough for the woman who pushed her the rest of the way, making Charlotte groan as her thrust-out breasts rubbed against the rude ground. She watched while the woman cut yet another length of cord and then felt that secured to her ankle bonds.

“Mmmmpphhhhh, mmmphhhh,” Charlotte choked into her panty gag as the muscles in her legs fought the cord constricting them.

“Unngg, ooomphh, nnngg, eechmmm,” Charlotte moaned as her legs were bent back hard. The woman twisted the rope from Charlotte’s ankles around the two strands between the French agent’s upper arms and pulled hard. “Nnnggnh, mmphhh,” Charlotte groaned again, as her feet went past her bare bottom and over her wrists, until they were nearly at the small of her back. When her captor knotted the rope midway between Charlotte’s upper arms, the French spy found that her body bowed enough to pull her long thighs slightly off the ground. But as soon as she tried to lower her bound legs even a millimeter, she found to her horror that everything tightened up around her elbows.

The Russian woman watched while the naked and tortured French agent strained and struggled with her bonds. Charlotte soon found that unless she lay perfectly still, the crotch rope tore at her. But lying still was not itself an option, unless she strained to keep a millimeter of slack in the hogtie, pain came to her chest.

But, her enemy still wasn’t finished.

“Now for that gag, Charlotte de Maupas,” she said, squatting down and taking hold of a clump of Charlotte’s red hair, which she used to pull her head up. ‘If you ask me, you’ve made far too much noise already.’ She reached to Charlotte’s nape and untied the knot at the rear of the cloth. Then, she used a finger and thumb to prod the panties deeper into her mouth. She then replaced the knotted cloth, tying it even tighter, and getting the whole of the large knot in behind Charlotte’s teeth.

Charlotte, aware the allowing herself to retch on the gag would make her convulse, fought her gag reflex. But she failed and in the convulsions that followed she was unable to stop her hands from pulling on the crotch rope and her breasts from rubbing against the hard ground.

Then, the nasty woman again grabbed a hank of Charlotte’s hair and yanked her head backwards.

Charlotte could sense the other woman’s presence inches from her tearing eyes.

She fiddled about for a second and Charlotte felt several nasty tugs on her hair. When, at last the Russian let go of her tresses, she discovered why. She had tied the cord from her big toes to the clump of hair. Now, she had to hold her head back painfully or suffer the consequences. And the consequences were a tearing feeling at her scalp and strain on her feet, which were pulled out so that they were pointed.

“I think she’s ready for her journey”, the cruel Russian woman ended, “take her into the stagecoach!”


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