THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
gripping.....wheres kira
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THE AIRCRAFT
A white clad Tyvek suited man was watching the ‘Special Party’ depart via one of the window seats in economy…..
As soon as the motorcade was out of sight….the watching officer gave a shout, muted and muffled by the respirator over his face and mouth…..the medical technicians, one of whom was waving around a Geiger counter over the fat American woman…… ceased what they were doing and evacuated the aircraft…almost running to get out
Olga…at the rear galley with the others noted them first, a bunch of guys running towards them holding equipment that she did not recognize……she was alarmed
She cried out a warning ‘Oi…..Where are you lot going’
The men in Tyvek suites, who in all probability were more White Suzdalian soldiers ignored her and filed out
The cabin crew retreated back into the recesses of the galley…..to get out of the way
They all watched in horror and amazement as the white suited technicians all got into the ambulances and white trucks and drove away at high speed….the obvious troops on guard had remained in place
The cabin crew were just abandoned
They were confused…Marta was phoning the Captain who was locked within his cockpit……
The medical Teams had been there to help them….now they were alone….a majority of the passengers had been evacuated
The aircraft was bereft of voices, silent and nearly empty…….only the planes idling engines and operating systems made it seem alive…and not dead
Olga said ‘I’m going to tell Kira’ …Marta was still informing the Captain, using the device ‘she’s still up there’
Ivan, being rather furtive and nervous ‘You’re not leaving me behind’
Olga role her eyes
Marta again took control
‘Olga you stay back here’
Olga opened her mouth to protest….seeing the look on Marta’s face…closed it again
Marta punched another number…she had the intercom phone to her ear…..she waited….and waited…..she looked at her two nervous looking flight attendants…
Finally Marta put the phone back on the wall
‘Kira must be busy……she’s not picking up’
Ivan butted in ‘Busy doing what……’
Marta ‘She as sick people down there’
She sounded confident ‘Ivan…you come with me…..I want to check on Kira…. I want her with us’
Ivan looked stupefied ‘What about the sick’
Olga ‘Fuck them…….’
Marta raised her voice ‘Olga….Please….’
Olga retorted ‘Well…that’s what the Army have done……’
‘Nevertheless…we are not the Army….whoever’s Army it is…..Ivan come on’
They both hurried towards the front of the plane
As they travelled up the centre aisle of economy they passed the empty seats…
All except those occupied by the unconscious passengers…now bereft of any medical treatment
There was the air marshal who was still out cold….looking very gray….his mouth open like a landed fish
They passed the fat American woman….she still stank like a ruptured sewer…….basically she stank of her own excrement
Ivan sniffed….nearly gagged and burst out
‘They did nothing about her…..I’m not cleaning that up…..I do not get paid enough for that shit ……..literally’ he pouted
Marta this time ‘Oh shut up’
PESHKOV MAB - MEDICAL CENTRE
The motorcade roared up to the front of the airbase medical centre…..
A dark green standard military jeep…..the ZIL limousine…..the Swiss sedan…..and the final and tail end jeep
The medical facility was a one story affair…..it was dated, built in the 1970s…..brown peeling wooden door and window frames…..window panes stained with years of accumulated grime….in the style and colour of lime green military paint…..the colour of the collapsed and previous ex superpower regime……
The front entrance to facility had glass lined full windows that had not seen a bucket and cloth in a decade or more……the double doors were wedged open…..it had obviously not been used for a long time and was in a steady state of slow decline
Armed soldiers again stood guard.
As Kornilov exited the car ‘you could have chosen somewhere more modern…..the place is a derelict’ he complained
Karl answered ‘the base is not situated near any large population centres……they did not want another Chernobyl’
Kornilov paused ‘Quite’
The Countess was easing herself off the seat and out of the ZIL Limousine
…..her lacy sequined dress rising up her long legs……she safely and discreetly exited out of the rear of the limousine…silent….as graceful and as slinky as a feline
The Colonel and the Major stood to one side……….
The drivers remained behind their respective steering wheels…..the female security officer in the pants suit stood by the ZIL passenger door that she had opened when the vehicle had stopped……….
Emerging out of the Swiss legation black sedan were the three young women…….
Each had squirmed and wriggled out from the rear of the car….two of them with never-ending legs….one in light tan tights….. another in black hosiery…..their respective skirts and dresses were rather short… when sitting in a low set car seat, their garments rose up outrageously…….not much was left to the imagination….a lot of succulent female shaped juicy thigh were being flaunted…..
One of the armed soldiers near the open rear car doors had nearly dropped his automatic assault rifle when these three delicious females had struggled to exit the car……
When the vehicles had pulled up along the grass lined sidewalk…there had been a waiting reception party.
The grass being full of weeds and wild flowers….it had not been cut in years and was therefore rather high….
An older man, in his late fifties or more….. clad in a white doctors coat….underneath which he wore a brown suit and tie, with a faded cream looking shirt…… he had been patiently waiting for the motorcade to arrive…..a woman stood next to him…..she must have been in her late forties….also wearing a white doctors coat
It was supposed that the white coats made them look more official…..more medically qualified….it certainly was not for hygiene’s sake; the place was a dust motes dream.
By know the Countess was out of the car….waiting regally, her stance elegant and defiant…..she wanted this tiresome event over with
The Colonel made the introductions
‘Sir…Your Highness..….this is Professor Smirnoff, from the Nevsky Institute…our leading virologist and leading epidemic expert’
The professor took over ‘and my assistant…..Doctor Zlobin’ she nodded her head.
She was a small woman….rather plain in apearence, not ugly either……she resembled the majority of the women in this world…gray, ordinary….underneath the white coat she wore a sensible and academic looking tweed skirt and suit jacket….a cream coloured blouse with a rounded neck….dark tan tights..…and laced up shoes with a chunky heel….her hair was made up in a light brown bun
‘If you please’ he was indicating inside……to no one in particular as he had no authority to tell anyone what to do
Kornilov broke the impasse ‘Let’s get this over with’ and started walking forward…..like dominoes the rest began to follow
The colonel and the Major stayed put and in place….. and all the other security officials held their external posts…..they were all to wait for the return of their ‘Guests’……and to ask no further questions
The Professor led the way into the reception and waiting area……followed by Zlobin, Karl, the Swiss diplomat………the Kornilov’s followed …..
Behind them the two female Swiss political officers and the flight attendant…..very pretty and doll like….who now looked out of place in her low cut…low skirted and translucent uniform blouse…wearing Kira’s long coat loosely……her high heeled shoes
The whole interior of the hollow and decaying reception area clattered with the sound of high heeled female footwear….it was like various weapons being discharged at intermittent intervals
No one was behind the reception desk….but standing in front were two nurses’ …
Both were female….only their young bright dark eyes could be discerned….as they were both wearing white cloth face masks….on top of their small heads they wore those distinctive Eastern European style nursing caps….large and white …almost like the headwear worn by a chef….they wore white scrubs that sat tight on their slim curved bodies……they had thin waists and wide hips, ample breasts underneath their tight tunics……. and both looked eager to help…..eager to please……
Leading from the reception area were two corridors that went to the left and to the right….at least all the overhead lighting worked….the facility had full power
The professor took them all to the left of the reception counter…..and down the corridor that led to the left
‘This way….I have an Emergency testing clinic and my office is this way’
They all began to walk to the left….watched by the two nurses in the white scrubs
The flight attendant felt a light touch on her right hand……a gentle stroke, by nailed fingers…
Oksana looked to her right…..it had been Miss Schmidt standing close to her, very close indeed….she could smell the Swiss woman’s perfume…..sweet and strong
Oksana noted her bright eyes sparkling…..she was indicating with her lovely head to follow….the attendant nodded that she understood
The two of them separated from the main group…..only Paula Messna, the other Swiss legation dignitary kept walking left…she did not acknowledge them going off on their own in a different direction…no else noticed either
A white clad Tyvek suited man was watching the ‘Special Party’ depart via one of the window seats in economy…..
As soon as the motorcade was out of sight….the watching officer gave a shout, muted and muffled by the respirator over his face and mouth…..the medical technicians, one of whom was waving around a Geiger counter over the fat American woman…… ceased what they were doing and evacuated the aircraft…almost running to get out
Olga…at the rear galley with the others noted them first, a bunch of guys running towards them holding equipment that she did not recognize……she was alarmed
She cried out a warning ‘Oi…..Where are you lot going’
The men in Tyvek suites, who in all probability were more White Suzdalian soldiers ignored her and filed out
The cabin crew retreated back into the recesses of the galley…..to get out of the way
They all watched in horror and amazement as the white suited technicians all got into the ambulances and white trucks and drove away at high speed….the obvious troops on guard had remained in place
The cabin crew were just abandoned
They were confused…Marta was phoning the Captain who was locked within his cockpit……
The medical Teams had been there to help them….now they were alone….a majority of the passengers had been evacuated
The aircraft was bereft of voices, silent and nearly empty…….only the planes idling engines and operating systems made it seem alive…and not dead
Olga said ‘I’m going to tell Kira’ …Marta was still informing the Captain, using the device ‘she’s still up there’
Ivan, being rather furtive and nervous ‘You’re not leaving me behind’
Olga role her eyes
Marta again took control
‘Olga you stay back here’
Olga opened her mouth to protest….seeing the look on Marta’s face…closed it again
Marta punched another number…she had the intercom phone to her ear…..she waited….and waited…..she looked at her two nervous looking flight attendants…
Finally Marta put the phone back on the wall
‘Kira must be busy……she’s not picking up’
Ivan butted in ‘Busy doing what……’
Marta ‘She as sick people down there’
She sounded confident ‘Ivan…you come with me…..I want to check on Kira…. I want her with us’
Ivan looked stupefied ‘What about the sick’
Olga ‘Fuck them…….’
Marta raised her voice ‘Olga….Please….’
Olga retorted ‘Well…that’s what the Army have done……’
‘Nevertheless…we are not the Army….whoever’s Army it is…..Ivan come on’
They both hurried towards the front of the plane
As they travelled up the centre aisle of economy they passed the empty seats…
All except those occupied by the unconscious passengers…now bereft of any medical treatment
There was the air marshal who was still out cold….looking very gray….his mouth open like a landed fish
They passed the fat American woman….she still stank like a ruptured sewer…….basically she stank of her own excrement
Ivan sniffed….nearly gagged and burst out
‘They did nothing about her…..I’m not cleaning that up…..I do not get paid enough for that shit ……..literally’ he pouted
Marta this time ‘Oh shut up’
PESHKOV MAB - MEDICAL CENTRE
The motorcade roared up to the front of the airbase medical centre…..
A dark green standard military jeep…..the ZIL limousine…..the Swiss sedan…..and the final and tail end jeep
The medical facility was a one story affair…..it was dated, built in the 1970s…..brown peeling wooden door and window frames…..window panes stained with years of accumulated grime….in the style and colour of lime green military paint…..the colour of the collapsed and previous ex superpower regime……
The front entrance to facility had glass lined full windows that had not seen a bucket and cloth in a decade or more……the double doors were wedged open…..it had obviously not been used for a long time and was in a steady state of slow decline
Armed soldiers again stood guard.
As Kornilov exited the car ‘you could have chosen somewhere more modern…..the place is a derelict’ he complained
Karl answered ‘the base is not situated near any large population centres……they did not want another Chernobyl’
Kornilov paused ‘Quite’
The Countess was easing herself off the seat and out of the ZIL Limousine
…..her lacy sequined dress rising up her long legs……she safely and discreetly exited out of the rear of the limousine…silent….as graceful and as slinky as a feline
The Colonel and the Major stood to one side……….
The drivers remained behind their respective steering wheels…..the female security officer in the pants suit stood by the ZIL passenger door that she had opened when the vehicle had stopped……….
Emerging out of the Swiss legation black sedan were the three young women…….
Each had squirmed and wriggled out from the rear of the car….two of them with never-ending legs….one in light tan tights….. another in black hosiery…..their respective skirts and dresses were rather short… when sitting in a low set car seat, their garments rose up outrageously…….not much was left to the imagination….a lot of succulent female shaped juicy thigh were being flaunted…..
One of the armed soldiers near the open rear car doors had nearly dropped his automatic assault rifle when these three delicious females had struggled to exit the car……
When the vehicles had pulled up along the grass lined sidewalk…there had been a waiting reception party.
The grass being full of weeds and wild flowers….it had not been cut in years and was therefore rather high….
An older man, in his late fifties or more….. clad in a white doctors coat….underneath which he wore a brown suit and tie, with a faded cream looking shirt…… he had been patiently waiting for the motorcade to arrive…..a woman stood next to him…..she must have been in her late forties….also wearing a white doctors coat
It was supposed that the white coats made them look more official…..more medically qualified….it certainly was not for hygiene’s sake; the place was a dust motes dream.
By know the Countess was out of the car….waiting regally, her stance elegant and defiant…..she wanted this tiresome event over with
The Colonel made the introductions
‘Sir…Your Highness..….this is Professor Smirnoff, from the Nevsky Institute…our leading virologist and leading epidemic expert’
The professor took over ‘and my assistant…..Doctor Zlobin’ she nodded her head.
She was a small woman….rather plain in apearence, not ugly either……she resembled the majority of the women in this world…gray, ordinary….underneath the white coat she wore a sensible and academic looking tweed skirt and suit jacket….a cream coloured blouse with a rounded neck….dark tan tights..…and laced up shoes with a chunky heel….her hair was made up in a light brown bun
‘If you please’ he was indicating inside……to no one in particular as he had no authority to tell anyone what to do
Kornilov broke the impasse ‘Let’s get this over with’ and started walking forward…..like dominoes the rest began to follow
The colonel and the Major stayed put and in place….. and all the other security officials held their external posts…..they were all to wait for the return of their ‘Guests’……and to ask no further questions
The Professor led the way into the reception and waiting area……followed by Zlobin, Karl, the Swiss diplomat………the Kornilov’s followed …..
Behind them the two female Swiss political officers and the flight attendant…..very pretty and doll like….who now looked out of place in her low cut…low skirted and translucent uniform blouse…wearing Kira’s long coat loosely……her high heeled shoes
The whole interior of the hollow and decaying reception area clattered with the sound of high heeled female footwear….it was like various weapons being discharged at intermittent intervals
No one was behind the reception desk….but standing in front were two nurses’ …
Both were female….only their young bright dark eyes could be discerned….as they were both wearing white cloth face masks….on top of their small heads they wore those distinctive Eastern European style nursing caps….large and white …almost like the headwear worn by a chef….they wore white scrubs that sat tight on their slim curved bodies……they had thin waists and wide hips, ample breasts underneath their tight tunics……. and both looked eager to help…..eager to please……
Leading from the reception area were two corridors that went to the left and to the right….at least all the overhead lighting worked….the facility had full power
The professor took them all to the left of the reception counter…..and down the corridor that led to the left
‘This way….I have an Emergency testing clinic and my office is this way’
They all began to walk to the left….watched by the two nurses in the white scrubs
The flight attendant felt a light touch on her right hand……a gentle stroke, by nailed fingers…
Oksana looked to her right…..it had been Miss Schmidt standing close to her, very close indeed….she could smell the Swiss woman’s perfume…..sweet and strong
Oksana noted her bright eyes sparkling…..she was indicating with her lovely head to follow….the attendant nodded that she understood
The two of them separated from the main group…..only Paula Messna, the other Swiss legation dignitary kept walking left…she did not acknowledge them going off on their own in a different direction…no else noticed either
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jaegerhunde01
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THE SURPRISING MISS SCHMIDT
Miss Schmidt and the imposter kept walking……keeping their footfall light, trying to hide their departure from the main group
The Swiss woman was in front…Oksana followed….there was no hesitation or questions….
They both turned the corner into a rather dark, gloomy and rundown corridor ….
Oksana watched the Swiss woman’s shapely backside under that flowery purple mini dress…. Her bottom and hips swaying as she walked …..legs encased in black 30 denier nylons…..the stretchy waffle fabric of the dress…...her trendy Italian high heeled mules….with ankle straps….her leather jacket and shoulder bag…..her hair likewise swaying with her natural womanly movements…..
On each side of the corridor was six sets of doors…at the end of the corridor there was a thick windowless fire door…complete with a pushdown bar
Our Oksana….not the real Oksana Bakay….felt a fluttering deep within her slim stomach…..her stomach encased in the real Oksana’s tight beige skirt…wearing her flimsy, clinging and restrictive gossamer tights…..her hips and pubis underneath the girl’s small panties…..
She felt her own body within the stolen clothes….the thought excited her……
She fancied what the woman in front of her wore……
Her mind flashed…….
In one of these rooms…maybe
A short and brief scuffle…..a quick moan of surprise……
The silence…..
Only the sound of soft fabrics being removed….zippers being pulled……the snap of ladies elastic becoming taught…and then quickly released
The sharp ripping of cloth….the binding….the gagging
The sound of someone getting dressed……
And then….’Volia’....as the French would say….there it is…..in this case a new persona…a new identity….
Oksana’s brief daydreaming was abruptly interrupted…….
Miss Schmidt stopped walking, suddenly about turning on her heels…. and broke the silence…
There was only the brief sound of their respective heels striking the cracked linoleum floor…and then abruptly coming to a stop
Her voice was different now…..she had a cold and curt tone….her once charming smile had disappeared….her face was serious……her stance erect…her back straight…..as if Miss Schmidt was providing a military report
‘These doors are for the wards of the old hospital……..
She continued, looking Oksana directly in the eyes….
’Four beds each…and all of course are now empty …where the others are going is the administrative wing…..your door is number five on the left, at the end of the corridor…five is linked to the administration wing……In there you will find what you expected…..you will be met and handled by those inside….my job is done’ she did not smile, her face looked a lot different, a little sinister…..she was no longer the placid, amenable and smiling Swiss diplomat……. her mini dress rustling along her black nylon layered legs as she nervously moved her feet……
Our Oksana….the agent in disguise…. did not looked phased or perplexed in any way……there were no gasps or protestations….or in any way was she alarmed…...she did not ask a single question…..
Miss Schmidt paused, surprised a little at the lack of reaction by the outwardly pretty and petite Ruritanian flight attendant
There was an awkward pause…..
Schmidt finally built up the courage and asked ‘You are not surprised by me Major’ she looked intently at the flight attendant…both were now side by side….very close to each other
‘Not really…I knew on the aircraft’
Miss Bettina Schmidt froze, a little annoyed …
‘What gave us away’ said Miss Schmidt
The Major smiled, a sly smile
‘This’
The Major raised her right hand and lightly touched the fabric of the dress around the woman’s breast bone…..
‘You are bursting to get out’ her finger moved to the woman’s ample bosom….her fingers slowly touched the curve of her bust, she could feel the woman’s bra cup underneath the soft fabric of the dress…….and then slowly the fingers were withdrawn
‘This pretty little thing does not fit you around your chest….way too tight and looks so……well….let’s just say that the woman who wore this dress before you …..did have smaller tits……Yes…..a lot smaller….’ The Major was plucking the woman’s dress
‘Really…that was all’ said Schmidt….not really believing that…somewhere there must have been a leak
‘Mostly…..ill fitting around your chest…causes the dress not to sit right….look right…too short on your legs…hiked up on your waist’
The woman Schmidt was looking down at herself……
The Major continued
‘Why would a beautiful and shapely woman spend so much time and effort in getting dressed….. and overlook the fact that at any moment in time her tits may fall out of the front of her dress….not very professional and not very diplomatic either’….she paused ‘and your friend too….the same mistake…..on both of you…..the clothing looks a little too tight…..as if you both’….
She paused for affect ‘stole them’
Miss Schmidt studied the Majors own blouse…a boat neck design, straight across her collarbone…it sat comfortably on the nude bra visible underneath…..it was an alluring effect…she liked it
Miss Schmidt looked down at her own chest
‘Is it that obvious….such a small thing….okay, it is a little tight, if I bend over it’s a bit of a problem…but surely not enough to say I stole it from someone….people will think I just need a new one…gained a little weight….or I have no taste....no one else noticed…..or said anything before’
‘I am not anyone…I have been doing this a long time’ said the Major
She continued
‘To a trained eye…like mine, a fellow professional, and there are some out there of the same calibre……..it will be noticed at a first glance…..you would not notice and would not see it coming….they would get the drop on you first….you would be dead’
The woman looked a little crestfallen……she thought she had done well so far
‘Look….in our trade we suspect everything…the smallest item overlooked can mean a disaster of terminal proportions…....in future, a top tip…..if the size is not fully compatible….if you take her dress…then take her bra……it may pinch or be uncomfortable to wear, but it will make her outer clothes fit you better…...making the masquerade a good fit for you…its vital’
The major decided to placate and flatter, there was no reason to cause a sense of failure…not now….the operation was going well so far….why affect or lower morale…..
‘Anyway Bravo…...if not for that mistake you were very convincing as a pair of materialistic and frivolous Western bitches…. trivial and obsessed with their own appearance and the pursuit of luxury …and therefore of no consequence or threat…well done comrade’….using the old terms and ideology came in handy at times…..in fact she liked it….
‘Another thing…you work for centre …Yes’ said the Major
‘Yes…both of us’
‘They did some shoddy profiling on your targets….whenever possible you should be matched, or heavy use of cosmetics and prosthetics must be used…..things like gelatine, silicone, foam latex under clothes……heavy and good wigs and contact lenses….’
She saw the confused look on her face…….
‘You must have a basic similarity in looks and the general build of your intended target’
The woman’s face looked blank
‘Nobody suggested any of this did they’
She paused ‘No major…..’
‘Victims of opportunity are different…in those cases you get what you can get’
The Major patted her shoulder….feeling the woman’s bra strap underneath the thin cotton……
‘Well…it’s like I said….considering that you were told nothing…..you have both done very well…very well indeed……you are to be congratulated’
‘Thank You Major’ she said
‘You’re Rank…I ask no name’ said the Major
‘Lieutenant’
‘Like I said lieutenant’ she paused ‘I have been doing this a long time…..’
The other woman nodded
‘And your colleague in the tight suit with the rather bright and dazzling shirt…and the overly tight pants on her ass’ she enquired
‘Another Lieutenant….Major’
‘She is also to be commended’ she said ‘when you see her …pass on my thanks’
‘I will……we both thank you Ma’am’
The major was intrigued….she had a job to do…but….she had a nagging question….
She liked to impersonate other women….it was one of her best skill sets….she enjoyed the process of transformation….she enjoyed wearing another woman’s clothes…she enjoyed pretending to be them….for however long the duration…
It was the hunt, the risk and more….a lot more
The violation of her intimate belongings….the success and temporary acceptance by others of bearing a stranger’s personality and identity…..she was also intrigued that these junior colleagues had also done so…..however amateurish
’I suppose they were easy to overcome…..and dispose of’ enquired the Major
The Lieutenant smiled and readily explained…….
‘Oh…..very easy when they both had pistol’s pointed at their pretty little heads…'Oh....A little chloroform helped.....'
They both sniggered at that last comment
‘and as for disposal…..do you wish to see them Major’
The Lieutenant indicated to the door numbered three
‘If you have a minute or two to spare Major’
‘Why not comrade lieutenant’ she liked that touch….she felt like she was home...at last among friends
The Majors heart fluttered….. again….stronger and more so than last time, she was excited….very excited….
She nodded and said ‘Please’….her mouth becoming dry
The lieutenant knocked on the door marked number three…….four knocks, a pause then another two…..the Major heard the snap of a lock being released…..and then the door slowly began to open
Miss Schmidt and the imposter kept walking……keeping their footfall light, trying to hide their departure from the main group
The Swiss woman was in front…Oksana followed….there was no hesitation or questions….
They both turned the corner into a rather dark, gloomy and rundown corridor ….
Oksana watched the Swiss woman’s shapely backside under that flowery purple mini dress…. Her bottom and hips swaying as she walked …..legs encased in black 30 denier nylons…..the stretchy waffle fabric of the dress…...her trendy Italian high heeled mules….with ankle straps….her leather jacket and shoulder bag…..her hair likewise swaying with her natural womanly movements…..
On each side of the corridor was six sets of doors…at the end of the corridor there was a thick windowless fire door…complete with a pushdown bar
Our Oksana….not the real Oksana Bakay….felt a fluttering deep within her slim stomach…..her stomach encased in the real Oksana’s tight beige skirt…wearing her flimsy, clinging and restrictive gossamer tights…..her hips and pubis underneath the girl’s small panties…..
She felt her own body within the stolen clothes….the thought excited her……
She fancied what the woman in front of her wore……
Her mind flashed…….
In one of these rooms…maybe
A short and brief scuffle…..a quick moan of surprise……
The silence…..
Only the sound of soft fabrics being removed….zippers being pulled……the snap of ladies elastic becoming taught…and then quickly released
The sharp ripping of cloth….the binding….the gagging
The sound of someone getting dressed……
And then….’Volia’....as the French would say….there it is…..in this case a new persona…a new identity….
Oksana’s brief daydreaming was abruptly interrupted…….
Miss Schmidt stopped walking, suddenly about turning on her heels…. and broke the silence…
There was only the brief sound of their respective heels striking the cracked linoleum floor…and then abruptly coming to a stop
Her voice was different now…..she had a cold and curt tone….her once charming smile had disappeared….her face was serious……her stance erect…her back straight…..as if Miss Schmidt was providing a military report
‘These doors are for the wards of the old hospital……..
She continued, looking Oksana directly in the eyes….
’Four beds each…and all of course are now empty …where the others are going is the administrative wing…..your door is number five on the left, at the end of the corridor…five is linked to the administration wing……In there you will find what you expected…..you will be met and handled by those inside….my job is done’ she did not smile, her face looked a lot different, a little sinister…..she was no longer the placid, amenable and smiling Swiss diplomat……. her mini dress rustling along her black nylon layered legs as she nervously moved her feet……
Our Oksana….the agent in disguise…. did not looked phased or perplexed in any way……there were no gasps or protestations….or in any way was she alarmed…...she did not ask a single question…..
Miss Schmidt paused, surprised a little at the lack of reaction by the outwardly pretty and petite Ruritanian flight attendant
There was an awkward pause…..
Schmidt finally built up the courage and asked ‘You are not surprised by me Major’ she looked intently at the flight attendant…both were now side by side….very close to each other
‘Not really…I knew on the aircraft’
Miss Bettina Schmidt froze, a little annoyed …
‘What gave us away’ said Miss Schmidt
The Major smiled, a sly smile
‘This’
The Major raised her right hand and lightly touched the fabric of the dress around the woman’s breast bone…..
‘You are bursting to get out’ her finger moved to the woman’s ample bosom….her fingers slowly touched the curve of her bust, she could feel the woman’s bra cup underneath the soft fabric of the dress…….and then slowly the fingers were withdrawn
‘This pretty little thing does not fit you around your chest….way too tight and looks so……well….let’s just say that the woman who wore this dress before you …..did have smaller tits……Yes…..a lot smaller….’ The Major was plucking the woman’s dress
‘Really…that was all’ said Schmidt….not really believing that…somewhere there must have been a leak
‘Mostly…..ill fitting around your chest…causes the dress not to sit right….look right…too short on your legs…hiked up on your waist’
The woman Schmidt was looking down at herself……
The Major continued
‘Why would a beautiful and shapely woman spend so much time and effort in getting dressed….. and overlook the fact that at any moment in time her tits may fall out of the front of her dress….not very professional and not very diplomatic either’….she paused ‘and your friend too….the same mistake…..on both of you…..the clothing looks a little too tight…..as if you both’….
She paused for affect ‘stole them’
Miss Schmidt studied the Majors own blouse…a boat neck design, straight across her collarbone…it sat comfortably on the nude bra visible underneath…..it was an alluring effect…she liked it
Miss Schmidt looked down at her own chest
‘Is it that obvious….such a small thing….okay, it is a little tight, if I bend over it’s a bit of a problem…but surely not enough to say I stole it from someone….people will think I just need a new one…gained a little weight….or I have no taste....no one else noticed…..or said anything before’
‘I am not anyone…I have been doing this a long time’ said the Major
She continued
‘To a trained eye…like mine, a fellow professional, and there are some out there of the same calibre……..it will be noticed at a first glance…..you would not notice and would not see it coming….they would get the drop on you first….you would be dead’
The woman looked a little crestfallen……she thought she had done well so far
‘Look….in our trade we suspect everything…the smallest item overlooked can mean a disaster of terminal proportions…....in future, a top tip…..if the size is not fully compatible….if you take her dress…then take her bra……it may pinch or be uncomfortable to wear, but it will make her outer clothes fit you better…...making the masquerade a good fit for you…its vital’
The major decided to placate and flatter, there was no reason to cause a sense of failure…not now….the operation was going well so far….why affect or lower morale…..
‘Anyway Bravo…...if not for that mistake you were very convincing as a pair of materialistic and frivolous Western bitches…. trivial and obsessed with their own appearance and the pursuit of luxury …and therefore of no consequence or threat…well done comrade’….using the old terms and ideology came in handy at times…..in fact she liked it….
‘Another thing…you work for centre …Yes’ said the Major
‘Yes…both of us’
‘They did some shoddy profiling on your targets….whenever possible you should be matched, or heavy use of cosmetics and prosthetics must be used…..things like gelatine, silicone, foam latex under clothes……heavy and good wigs and contact lenses….’
She saw the confused look on her face…….
‘You must have a basic similarity in looks and the general build of your intended target’
The woman’s face looked blank
‘Nobody suggested any of this did they’
She paused ‘No major…..’
‘Victims of opportunity are different…in those cases you get what you can get’
The Major patted her shoulder….feeling the woman’s bra strap underneath the thin cotton……
‘Well…it’s like I said….considering that you were told nothing…..you have both done very well…very well indeed……you are to be congratulated’
‘Thank You Major’ she said
‘You’re Rank…I ask no name’ said the Major
‘Lieutenant’
‘Like I said lieutenant’ she paused ‘I have been doing this a long time…..’
The other woman nodded
‘And your colleague in the tight suit with the rather bright and dazzling shirt…and the overly tight pants on her ass’ she enquired
‘Another Lieutenant….Major’
‘She is also to be commended’ she said ‘when you see her …pass on my thanks’
‘I will……we both thank you Ma’am’
The major was intrigued….she had a job to do…but….she had a nagging question….
She liked to impersonate other women….it was one of her best skill sets….she enjoyed the process of transformation….she enjoyed wearing another woman’s clothes…she enjoyed pretending to be them….for however long the duration…
It was the hunt, the risk and more….a lot more
The violation of her intimate belongings….the success and temporary acceptance by others of bearing a stranger’s personality and identity…..she was also intrigued that these junior colleagues had also done so…..however amateurish
’I suppose they were easy to overcome…..and dispose of’ enquired the Major
The Lieutenant smiled and readily explained…….
‘Oh…..very easy when they both had pistol’s pointed at their pretty little heads…'Oh....A little chloroform helped.....'
They both sniggered at that last comment
‘and as for disposal…..do you wish to see them Major’
The Lieutenant indicated to the door numbered three
‘If you have a minute or two to spare Major’
‘Why not comrade lieutenant’ she liked that touch….she felt like she was home...at last among friends
The Majors heart fluttered….. again….stronger and more so than last time, she was excited….very excited….
She nodded and said ‘Please’….her mouth becoming dry
The lieutenant knocked on the door marked number three…….four knocks, a pause then another two…..the Major heard the snap of a lock being released…..and then the door slowly began to open
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ROOM No3
The door opened slowly……the person or person’s on the other side of the door remained unseen…..
The two carefully and tastefully attired women began to walk inside…..the bogus Swizz woman leading the way
The dilapidated room was cast in dim light and shadow….….all the once white curtains were now a dirty yellow…..likewise the once white paint was a dirty cream, cracked and chipped in many places..……the walls also displayed evidence of damage caused by damp
Dust moats filtered through sun rays, caused and cast by the weak light projected into the room from the outside
The Major dressed as a natty civilian Flight attendant noted the two standing figures immediately
A blacked suited SF trooper in a hardened tactical field helmet and wearing a full face mask had opened the door, the trooper also held an automatic pistol at the ready..…..
A second and an identically kitted trooper held a powerful submachine gun….the safety was off and the weapon aimed….covering the door….on seeing the two outwardly civilian women the weapon was lowered
The major could not see the soldiers individual faces..….….after all their facial features where hidden by the mask…..they also wore shaded ballistic eye glasses……but by their height and general build both the SF assault troopers appeared to be female
The room was not very large….. but as previously stated was generally run down, dilapidated and dirty……and mostly bare of furniture...…
The exception being the two antique white iron posted single sized beds…..old Soviet style army issue hospital beds at that….chipped white paint….complete with old style spring bedsteads and thin grimy striped mattresses …
But it was what was on the twin and grimy mattresses that caught the Majors lust filled and sparkling eyes………her eyes widened slightly..….she licked her lipstick coated lips……she caught her breath….and held it a little
The Major felt her stomach spasm once again……..she was very aware that she was becoming moist within her stolen panties…..her nipples, hidden within a bra that was not her own became erect and stiff….. chafing against nude cups that were intended for another girl to experience…….
Her heartbeat grew a little faster…….
For a moment she was speechless……aroused what lay before and below her……
Two women, rendered flat on their backs……had been zip tied to the old beds chipped and iron cast metal frames…….
Two unusual females lay there, their respective bodies were continuously squirming …..both were fidgeting as if they had been made to feel uncomfortable……
Both had their limbs spread-eagled…..star shaped…spread out
Both of these horizontal women must have felt rather cold……or at least a little chilled……both their respective lady shaped nipples were rather pert and on unsolicited exhibition……. to say the least……..
For they had both had been left bereft of clothing…..both ladies had been reduced to just wearing the underwear that they had chosen to slip on that morning….…..which consisted of just a bra and panties
Both women gave no verbal or physical protest as the uniformed flight attendant and the fashionably and trendily dressed woman entered the old and abandoned dusty medical recovery room…
One of the women never shouted in indignation and objection on why one of the new arrivals was wearing her clothes….
There was no outburst or protest on why they are being detained against their will….after all….they were diplomats….and therefore entitled by international law to special and tactful treatment
There had been no fight, tussle or nasty punch up when they had been forced to strip at gunpoint……some women would have tried to resist…however futile the gesture….rather than suffer the indignity of stripping in front of strangers……others would have preferred instead to have been rendered unconscious….
Why was there a marked absence of any outraged female shrieking!
It was because both ladies were tightly gagged…..
Their respective small mouths had been bunged thoroughly…….
A thick wad of white cloth had been deliberately and deftly folded over….jammed into their small mouths, forcing the bung back onto their tongues……pushing the tongues deeply back into their slim throats….utterly preventing any audible or understandable speech….
A zip tie had been tightly applied to keep the wad gag in place….the gags were firmly secured….there was no risk of any dislodgement…..and resulted in very little noise emanating from their dry and at one time petite and lip stick painted mouths
The officer wearing the real Miss Bettina Schmidt’s clothing spoke in a light and carefree manner……as if she was in the office just chatting to one of the girls
‘We had to keep theses important ladies entertained and made comfortable for a short time….out of the way…..as befitted their position of course….’
The Major nodded in agreement….a lean smile on her face
‘They got a little annoyed when we told them we needed their clothes to carry out our little ruse’
The two trussed up and overwrought women did not even know who had just walked into the room that had become their prison cell…..
The red faced heads of the luckless ladies had been propped up on dirty old pillows….
When there had been the sudden knock at the door, the dead silence unexpectedly shattered…..both the bound and gagged women had jumped in fright……or in their predicament…..their slim nearly naked bodies went tight and rigid…..their bodies arched and off the coarse bedding….. and then just as suddenly they slumped back into the dirty bare mattresses
And then heads had turned at the sound of entry…..unseen people were in the room with them…..both the gagged women had turned their heads in unison at the sound of the noise……they heard the clicking of high heels….the swish of light fabrics…….the rattle of body armour…..metal on metal of weapons…..
And why?
Why could they only listen and not see!
Their world at present was one of complete darkness……..
Both the real Swiss lady diplomats…..reduced to just wearing their skimpy undies…..had also been forced to wear black sleep masks, like the ones provided to guests at hotels……and in their own way guests they were….and reluctant guests they would remain for a long time to come…..
So both women had been gagged and blindfolded….combined with the zip ties restraining their limbs to the four corners of the old Army beds..…..in short…..bound and gagged….tied up….trussed up….immobilized and silenced…..silenced ladies
Both had been rendered totally incapacitated….unable to interfere in the nefarious plans afoot that had required the use of their names and clothes….
The major’s stolen court stiletto heels clicked on cracked tiles as she walked over to the first bed…..
The real gagged and blindfolded Miss Schmidt tried to track the unknown footsteps and movement…
Her head on the dirty pillow was turning towards the sound, she had felt the forced movement of air over her bare cold skin…..
She remained silent, even with the gag in place…..no mewing from frightened and uncertain worry emanated from her full mouth…..
She was just listening……her tied hands, rather blue in shade from being restrained for such a long duration….
Her red painted fingernails were clenching, opening and closing with stress, with not knowing of what was going to happen next….she had lost her dress….her clothes and shoes…..what next……
Her hair was trapped under the gag and blindfold….…..it had the same colour tone and style as the female Suzdalian lieutenant who had stolen her clothes and identity….…..her once neat, clean and well groomed hair was trapped and ruined under all those bonds…...
Funny really……but not for the bound woman directly below her, all laid out for inspection….
Her hair was all tied up like the rest of her….the major liked those wide white gags jammed into their once delicate mouths…..…mouths that were now forced to be wide and open….
The gags were very effective and tempting….they were very alluring to her
She wanted to touch……
Her gaze travelled down the bound woman’s nearly naked body……shapely neck…her Adams apple moving…….she was gulping in nervousness …..
The door opened slowly……the person or person’s on the other side of the door remained unseen…..
The two carefully and tastefully attired women began to walk inside…..the bogus Swizz woman leading the way
The dilapidated room was cast in dim light and shadow….….all the once white curtains were now a dirty yellow…..likewise the once white paint was a dirty cream, cracked and chipped in many places..……the walls also displayed evidence of damage caused by damp
Dust moats filtered through sun rays, caused and cast by the weak light projected into the room from the outside
The Major dressed as a natty civilian Flight attendant noted the two standing figures immediately
A blacked suited SF trooper in a hardened tactical field helmet and wearing a full face mask had opened the door, the trooper also held an automatic pistol at the ready..…..
A second and an identically kitted trooper held a powerful submachine gun….the safety was off and the weapon aimed….covering the door….on seeing the two outwardly civilian women the weapon was lowered
The major could not see the soldiers individual faces..….….after all their facial features where hidden by the mask…..they also wore shaded ballistic eye glasses……but by their height and general build both the SF assault troopers appeared to be female
The room was not very large….. but as previously stated was generally run down, dilapidated and dirty……and mostly bare of furniture...…
The exception being the two antique white iron posted single sized beds…..old Soviet style army issue hospital beds at that….chipped white paint….complete with old style spring bedsteads and thin grimy striped mattresses …
But it was what was on the twin and grimy mattresses that caught the Majors lust filled and sparkling eyes………her eyes widened slightly..….she licked her lipstick coated lips……she caught her breath….and held it a little
The Major felt her stomach spasm once again……..she was very aware that she was becoming moist within her stolen panties…..her nipples, hidden within a bra that was not her own became erect and stiff….. chafing against nude cups that were intended for another girl to experience…….
Her heartbeat grew a little faster…….
For a moment she was speechless……aroused what lay before and below her……
Two women, rendered flat on their backs……had been zip tied to the old beds chipped and iron cast metal frames…….
Two unusual females lay there, their respective bodies were continuously squirming …..both were fidgeting as if they had been made to feel uncomfortable……
Both had their limbs spread-eagled…..star shaped…spread out
Both of these horizontal women must have felt rather cold……or at least a little chilled……both their respective lady shaped nipples were rather pert and on unsolicited exhibition……. to say the least……..
For they had both had been left bereft of clothing…..both ladies had been reduced to just wearing the underwear that they had chosen to slip on that morning….…..which consisted of just a bra and panties
Both women gave no verbal or physical protest as the uniformed flight attendant and the fashionably and trendily dressed woman entered the old and abandoned dusty medical recovery room…
One of the women never shouted in indignation and objection on why one of the new arrivals was wearing her clothes….
There was no outburst or protest on why they are being detained against their will….after all….they were diplomats….and therefore entitled by international law to special and tactful treatment
There had been no fight, tussle or nasty punch up when they had been forced to strip at gunpoint……some women would have tried to resist…however futile the gesture….rather than suffer the indignity of stripping in front of strangers……others would have preferred instead to have been rendered unconscious….
Why was there a marked absence of any outraged female shrieking!
It was because both ladies were tightly gagged…..
Their respective small mouths had been bunged thoroughly…….
A thick wad of white cloth had been deliberately and deftly folded over….jammed into their small mouths, forcing the bung back onto their tongues……pushing the tongues deeply back into their slim throats….utterly preventing any audible or understandable speech….
A zip tie had been tightly applied to keep the wad gag in place….the gags were firmly secured….there was no risk of any dislodgement…..and resulted in very little noise emanating from their dry and at one time petite and lip stick painted mouths
The officer wearing the real Miss Bettina Schmidt’s clothing spoke in a light and carefree manner……as if she was in the office just chatting to one of the girls
‘We had to keep theses important ladies entertained and made comfortable for a short time….out of the way…..as befitted their position of course….’
The Major nodded in agreement….a lean smile on her face
‘They got a little annoyed when we told them we needed their clothes to carry out our little ruse’
The two trussed up and overwrought women did not even know who had just walked into the room that had become their prison cell…..
The red faced heads of the luckless ladies had been propped up on dirty old pillows….
When there had been the sudden knock at the door, the dead silence unexpectedly shattered…..both the bound and gagged women had jumped in fright……or in their predicament…..their slim nearly naked bodies went tight and rigid…..their bodies arched and off the coarse bedding….. and then just as suddenly they slumped back into the dirty bare mattresses
And then heads had turned at the sound of entry…..unseen people were in the room with them…..both the gagged women had turned their heads in unison at the sound of the noise……they heard the clicking of high heels….the swish of light fabrics…….the rattle of body armour…..metal on metal of weapons…..
And why?
Why could they only listen and not see!
Their world at present was one of complete darkness……..
Both the real Swiss lady diplomats…..reduced to just wearing their skimpy undies…..had also been forced to wear black sleep masks, like the ones provided to guests at hotels……and in their own way guests they were….and reluctant guests they would remain for a long time to come…..
So both women had been gagged and blindfolded….combined with the zip ties restraining their limbs to the four corners of the old Army beds..…..in short…..bound and gagged….tied up….trussed up….immobilized and silenced…..silenced ladies
Both had been rendered totally incapacitated….unable to interfere in the nefarious plans afoot that had required the use of their names and clothes….
The major’s stolen court stiletto heels clicked on cracked tiles as she walked over to the first bed…..
The real gagged and blindfolded Miss Schmidt tried to track the unknown footsteps and movement…
Her head on the dirty pillow was turning towards the sound, she had felt the forced movement of air over her bare cold skin…..
She remained silent, even with the gag in place…..no mewing from frightened and uncertain worry emanated from her full mouth…..
She was just listening……her tied hands, rather blue in shade from being restrained for such a long duration….
Her red painted fingernails were clenching, opening and closing with stress, with not knowing of what was going to happen next….she had lost her dress….her clothes and shoes…..what next……
Her hair was trapped under the gag and blindfold….…..it had the same colour tone and style as the female Suzdalian lieutenant who had stolen her clothes and identity….…..her once neat, clean and well groomed hair was trapped and ruined under all those bonds…...
Funny really……but not for the bound woman directly below her, all laid out for inspection….
Her hair was all tied up like the rest of her….the major liked those wide white gags jammed into their once delicate mouths…..…mouths that were now forced to be wide and open….
The gags were very effective and tempting….they were very alluring to her
She wanted to touch……
Her gaze travelled down the bound woman’s nearly naked body……shapely neck…her Adams apple moving…….she was gulping in nervousness …..
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
Her body carried no jewellery…...no accessories…..her body was bare of any adornment…..another female now wore those personal trinkets…..
The woman’s chest was rising up and down…….much faster than normal…….she was obviously frightened ……and why wouldn’t she be……
Miss Schmidt’s choice in brassiere that day had been a molded full cup ……a bra where the cup is made out of a single piece of fabric and as no seams through the middle of the cup …….Bettina Schmidt liked no lace and frills on her undies….she liked practical and utilitarian underwear on her skin…sturdy bands and straps
To the watching Major her choice was simple and yet delicious at the same time……..
Yes, observed the Major……who tilted her head to one side……inspecting the woman, flat on her submissive back….she supposed it was comparable to inspecting a slave at market ……something nice and juicy for the master to buy at a good price….she had to study imperialist history at the academy…..they all had too
The Major smiled……white slavery….that was the comparison she was looking for……more modern……..more Asian
The bra was charcoal gray in colour….a modern neutral choice….ideal underneath many options on various outfits and combinations of female fashion ……..
The molded cups sat high on top of her chest, thrusting her controlled breasts out towards the ceiling high above the bed…..……there was no sagging to either side of her unblemished chest….the Major noted a brown mole near the woman’s bra band…..under her left arm…..or was it a birth mark
Schmidt’s nipples were highly visible under the soft gray fabric…. poking through and pert because she was undressed ….and cold…..
Her curved chest was rising up as she vainly pushed with her elbows……her womanly arms had become uncomfortable while being in a abnormal position for so long…..a gray bra strap had slipped from her bare left shoulder……
If the bra had been a lacy and flimsy affair there would have been an excellent chance that her plump left breast may have flopped out of its frilly cup……..
Her choice in breast support that day had been very fortunate indeed…….
The Major sucked in the rest of the diplomats captured body……..her observations were only taking seconds
Under the Swiss woman’s bra line there was no bulge, she obviously worked out and kept her figure trim…….plenty of gym work, no doubt clad in tight and revealing lycra…..
Her stomach was pinched and drawn inwards……she had a thin waist, with good hips and no tummy whatsoever…….
The Swiss woman’s panty clad hips and thin waist was provocatively squirming and writhing…….probably in a pointless effort to make herself more comfortable…….the zip ties on both her thin ankles were cutting into her soft skin…….leaving welt marks that would take time to heal…..
The Major stared at the bound woman below her……forced to undress before strangers…..tied and gagged, blindfolded…. and now very vulnerable….. Helpless
The woman’s arms were bound above and to either side…pulling at her shoulders….making her bra more prominent on her upper body….…..the torso band was sheer and transparent…very sexy…very thin and almost gossamer…..her white skin visible under the fine gray mesh….
Her intense and focused eyes shifted their lust fuelled fixation to the woman’s panties….which were set low on her hips…. bikini’s again……a popular choice with young ladies with a good figure…..….she remembered that the real Oksana had favoured that style….many pairs had been stashed away in her intimate underwear collection….
The panties matched with the bra, the intimate garments obviously purchased as a set………charcoal gray in colour and seamless, very thin..…not a sign of any stitching or seams…..delicious to look at, they almost appeared like a second skin… ….the woman’s luscious pubic curve most prominent….exposed, almost a violation as the woman’s legs had been forced apart…tied wide to either side of the bed frame…., explicitly exposing her crotch for anyone to see…..or even touch if they chose……she was rendered unable to resist anyway if that nightmare scenario arose….Fraulein Schmidt was at the complete mercy of those that had imprisoned her……
The Major looked at the woman’s bare feet……her red varnished toe nails……white skin……not so long ago these nice and clean feet had been layered with black nylon…….the same nylon tights that were now worm by the colleague standing next to her……..
The major pointed at the gagged woman below her ‘Miss Schmidt I presume’
At hearing her name…and a strange voice… the unfortunate real Bettina Schmidt started to moan and squirm a little more…….
‘Mmmuummmmppphhhff’….
‘Mmmppphhfff’……
Due to the thick gag the moans were low ….hardly enough to raise the alarm……even if someone had been there to release her…..
However, this renewed female moaning set off the other gagged and tied woman on the other bed next to her…….
‘Be silent….I am not here to rescue you…. Miss Schmidt’ at hearing the commanding tone and contempt in fluid and faultless German the bound and sweaty female sagged on the dirty bed….she began to sob in anger and frustration…her gagged head going from side to side
The major turned to her colleague ‘Did they put up much of a struggle’ this time in Suzdalian
The Lieutenant dressed in the bound woman’s outfit smiled
‘Oh…outrage at first…..how dare you….do you know who we are…..the old international incident thing…..that Western arrogance and bluff….then a little tussle….a few screams and help from these two’ she pointed to the masked troopers ‘and it was all over…..we were getting dressed in their clothes in no time…. as they watched in disbelief….and a little humiliated I think..….and they could do nothing about it….except they began to shout a lot…especially her as I began to put on her tights’ she laughed at that ‘We stopped that quick…..the Troopers gagged and then tied them up…....we left the blindfolds until last….. till after we were finished dressing of course’
The Major moved on to the next bed…complete with the blonde woman bound on top of it….. she concluded that this must be the real Paula Messner
Instantly she could profile the woman’s measurements and general build……she was a lot smaller, more petite….with a much smaller bust than the woman who now wore her pants suite combo in a room not so far away…….
Messner had the same thick wad gag…which had rose coloured lipstick smeared on it…..and the same type of sleep mask as Schmidt…..
Her finger and toe nails were adorned with white nail varnish…..again all her individual fashion accessories had been purloined from her now generally inert figure…..she was as toned and lithe as Miss Schmidt…..just a little smaller in build…..all with good proportions
Like her Foreign Service colleague lying in the next bed……Paula Messner writhed and squirmed…..blind and left in ignorance of who was around her….silenced by the gag, her only protestations being low grunts of discomfort…or a whining mewing that was meant to be cries of protest or alarm…..
‘Does the Swiss Embassy employ a modelling agency’ enquired the Major, her tone full of contempt and general sarcasm
The Lieutenant answered ‘Not Really …..more like a brothel….the aristocrat playboy masquerading as the trade attaché fucks both of them…’ she had said this in German, with the obvious intent that both tied and gagged women would understand the disclosure …..
Like a comedy act….. both the ladies at the same moment lifted their heads in unison and mewed rather loudly in distress at hearing this new and shocking revelation……
The Lieutenant had noted a loose thread on her stolen dress, just above her deep cleavage……the embroidery on the trim near her bosom was becoming a little frayed…better not pull the thread she thought….she intended to keep this dress if possible…..at the same time she was talking
’He slipped them a piece on different days of the week….kept one working on a project and he was doing the other at an hotel….a secret liaison but unknown by the other…..he fucked them in the same luxury suite….unbeknownst to them both’
More gagged screams of outrage
The bogus Schmidt ’It was working too…until now’
Miss Messner was still wearing her knee high stockings…black 20 denier, designed to be worn with ladies trousers…..they gave a chic effect when worn together with heeled or high heeled shoes…..
‘So…you are a prostitute’ taunted the Major ‘in the guise of an inflated position within your Foreign Service’
The blonde woman was moaning and pulling at her bonds….no doubt trying to protest her treatment and accusations on her morals
‘Ah...no’ said the Major ‘Prostitutes are more honest in their profession I think’
The major reached for the thick black band just below the woman’s knees….a darker black …..the ‘Hold Up’ in the short stocking….
She put her finger behind it, feeling the blonde woman’s skin underneath……the gagged and bound Paula flinched at the touch….more animated moans of alarm emanated from her full gagged mouth
The Major pulled the black elastic from her leg….she pulled hard and released the translucent nylon……
There was a loud ‘Snap’……followed by a loud moan
The Major looked at the Lieutenant ‘tell your colleague to take and wear this next time’
She saw the blank look; she sighed and began to explain
‘This woman took time to choose these this morning…..they match the pants suit……this is a cold country and generally…professional women do not like to wear shoes inside cold leather…on bare skin…..a small detail….but like your bra with the other one…it could be a lethal oversight’
‘Yes...I will’ said the lieutenant, once again rather deflated with her and her partner’s performance
The major continued to study the woman lying on her back ‘I wonder if the Baron tied them up….in his luxury suite’
‘The Baron is a man of wine and roses Major’
The Major noted the woman’s brassier….especially it colour
Obviously it matched the colour of the cotton blouse currently being worn by the other lieutenant at this very minute…..but coral pink…wow……where did Miss Messner think she was …the Mediterranean .
Otherwise the bra was a good choice…..an Italian brand by the look of it….a lacy balconette affair, a thin band, thin shoulder straps….but unfortunately not supporting much…she was going to burst soon with all that struggling and writhing….she was probably a B cup…..a lot smaller in the bust than the lieutenant who now wore her colourful blouse…..
‘Her tits are a lot smaller than your friend’ again in German, aimed at causing maximum humiliation to the woman below
‘It would never fit her, bust or chest….no wonder our colleague did not take it……and the colour takes some getting used to…….Maybe the Baron liked ripping it off when thinking of the dark Bettina at the same time’
The gagged Paula reacted at once….
The woman’s chest was rising up and down…….much faster than normal…….she was obviously frightened ……and why wouldn’t she be……
Miss Schmidt’s choice in brassiere that day had been a molded full cup ……a bra where the cup is made out of a single piece of fabric and as no seams through the middle of the cup …….Bettina Schmidt liked no lace and frills on her undies….she liked practical and utilitarian underwear on her skin…sturdy bands and straps
To the watching Major her choice was simple and yet delicious at the same time……..
Yes, observed the Major……who tilted her head to one side……inspecting the woman, flat on her submissive back….she supposed it was comparable to inspecting a slave at market ……something nice and juicy for the master to buy at a good price….she had to study imperialist history at the academy…..they all had too
The Major smiled……white slavery….that was the comparison she was looking for……more modern……..more Asian
The bra was charcoal gray in colour….a modern neutral choice….ideal underneath many options on various outfits and combinations of female fashion ……..
The molded cups sat high on top of her chest, thrusting her controlled breasts out towards the ceiling high above the bed…..……there was no sagging to either side of her unblemished chest….the Major noted a brown mole near the woman’s bra band…..under her left arm…..or was it a birth mark
Schmidt’s nipples were highly visible under the soft gray fabric…. poking through and pert because she was undressed ….and cold…..
Her curved chest was rising up as she vainly pushed with her elbows……her womanly arms had become uncomfortable while being in a abnormal position for so long…..a gray bra strap had slipped from her bare left shoulder……
If the bra had been a lacy and flimsy affair there would have been an excellent chance that her plump left breast may have flopped out of its frilly cup……..
Her choice in breast support that day had been very fortunate indeed…….
The Major sucked in the rest of the diplomats captured body……..her observations were only taking seconds
Under the Swiss woman’s bra line there was no bulge, she obviously worked out and kept her figure trim…….plenty of gym work, no doubt clad in tight and revealing lycra…..
Her stomach was pinched and drawn inwards……she had a thin waist, with good hips and no tummy whatsoever…….
The Swiss woman’s panty clad hips and thin waist was provocatively squirming and writhing…….probably in a pointless effort to make herself more comfortable…….the zip ties on both her thin ankles were cutting into her soft skin…….leaving welt marks that would take time to heal…..
The Major stared at the bound woman below her……forced to undress before strangers…..tied and gagged, blindfolded…. and now very vulnerable….. Helpless
The woman’s arms were bound above and to either side…pulling at her shoulders….making her bra more prominent on her upper body….…..the torso band was sheer and transparent…very sexy…very thin and almost gossamer…..her white skin visible under the fine gray mesh….
Her intense and focused eyes shifted their lust fuelled fixation to the woman’s panties….which were set low on her hips…. bikini’s again……a popular choice with young ladies with a good figure…..….she remembered that the real Oksana had favoured that style….many pairs had been stashed away in her intimate underwear collection….
The panties matched with the bra, the intimate garments obviously purchased as a set………charcoal gray in colour and seamless, very thin..…not a sign of any stitching or seams…..delicious to look at, they almost appeared like a second skin… ….the woman’s luscious pubic curve most prominent….exposed, almost a violation as the woman’s legs had been forced apart…tied wide to either side of the bed frame…., explicitly exposing her crotch for anyone to see…..or even touch if they chose……she was rendered unable to resist anyway if that nightmare scenario arose….Fraulein Schmidt was at the complete mercy of those that had imprisoned her……
The Major looked at the woman’s bare feet……her red varnished toe nails……white skin……not so long ago these nice and clean feet had been layered with black nylon…….the same nylon tights that were now worm by the colleague standing next to her……..
The major pointed at the gagged woman below her ‘Miss Schmidt I presume’
At hearing her name…and a strange voice… the unfortunate real Bettina Schmidt started to moan and squirm a little more…….
‘Mmmuummmmppphhhff’….
‘Mmmppphhfff’……
Due to the thick gag the moans were low ….hardly enough to raise the alarm……even if someone had been there to release her…..
However, this renewed female moaning set off the other gagged and tied woman on the other bed next to her…….
‘Be silent….I am not here to rescue you…. Miss Schmidt’ at hearing the commanding tone and contempt in fluid and faultless German the bound and sweaty female sagged on the dirty bed….she began to sob in anger and frustration…her gagged head going from side to side
The major turned to her colleague ‘Did they put up much of a struggle’ this time in Suzdalian
The Lieutenant dressed in the bound woman’s outfit smiled
‘Oh…outrage at first…..how dare you….do you know who we are…..the old international incident thing…..that Western arrogance and bluff….then a little tussle….a few screams and help from these two’ she pointed to the masked troopers ‘and it was all over…..we were getting dressed in their clothes in no time…. as they watched in disbelief….and a little humiliated I think..….and they could do nothing about it….except they began to shout a lot…especially her as I began to put on her tights’ she laughed at that ‘We stopped that quick…..the Troopers gagged and then tied them up…....we left the blindfolds until last….. till after we were finished dressing of course’
The Major moved on to the next bed…complete with the blonde woman bound on top of it….. she concluded that this must be the real Paula Messner
Instantly she could profile the woman’s measurements and general build……she was a lot smaller, more petite….with a much smaller bust than the woman who now wore her pants suite combo in a room not so far away…….
Messner had the same thick wad gag…which had rose coloured lipstick smeared on it…..and the same type of sleep mask as Schmidt…..
Her finger and toe nails were adorned with white nail varnish…..again all her individual fashion accessories had been purloined from her now generally inert figure…..she was as toned and lithe as Miss Schmidt…..just a little smaller in build…..all with good proportions
Like her Foreign Service colleague lying in the next bed……Paula Messner writhed and squirmed…..blind and left in ignorance of who was around her….silenced by the gag, her only protestations being low grunts of discomfort…or a whining mewing that was meant to be cries of protest or alarm…..
‘Does the Swiss Embassy employ a modelling agency’ enquired the Major, her tone full of contempt and general sarcasm
The Lieutenant answered ‘Not Really …..more like a brothel….the aristocrat playboy masquerading as the trade attaché fucks both of them…’ she had said this in German, with the obvious intent that both tied and gagged women would understand the disclosure …..
Like a comedy act….. both the ladies at the same moment lifted their heads in unison and mewed rather loudly in distress at hearing this new and shocking revelation……
The Lieutenant had noted a loose thread on her stolen dress, just above her deep cleavage……the embroidery on the trim near her bosom was becoming a little frayed…better not pull the thread she thought….she intended to keep this dress if possible…..at the same time she was talking
’He slipped them a piece on different days of the week….kept one working on a project and he was doing the other at an hotel….a secret liaison but unknown by the other…..he fucked them in the same luxury suite….unbeknownst to them both’
More gagged screams of outrage
The bogus Schmidt ’It was working too…until now’
Miss Messner was still wearing her knee high stockings…black 20 denier, designed to be worn with ladies trousers…..they gave a chic effect when worn together with heeled or high heeled shoes…..
‘So…you are a prostitute’ taunted the Major ‘in the guise of an inflated position within your Foreign Service’
The blonde woman was moaning and pulling at her bonds….no doubt trying to protest her treatment and accusations on her morals
‘Ah...no’ said the Major ‘Prostitutes are more honest in their profession I think’
The major reached for the thick black band just below the woman’s knees….a darker black …..the ‘Hold Up’ in the short stocking….
She put her finger behind it, feeling the blonde woman’s skin underneath……the gagged and bound Paula flinched at the touch….more animated moans of alarm emanated from her full gagged mouth
The Major pulled the black elastic from her leg….she pulled hard and released the translucent nylon……
There was a loud ‘Snap’……followed by a loud moan
The Major looked at the Lieutenant ‘tell your colleague to take and wear this next time’
She saw the blank look; she sighed and began to explain
‘This woman took time to choose these this morning…..they match the pants suit……this is a cold country and generally…professional women do not like to wear shoes inside cold leather…on bare skin…..a small detail….but like your bra with the other one…it could be a lethal oversight’
‘Yes...I will’ said the lieutenant, once again rather deflated with her and her partner’s performance
The major continued to study the woman lying on her back ‘I wonder if the Baron tied them up….in his luxury suite’
‘The Baron is a man of wine and roses Major’
The Major noted the woman’s brassier….especially it colour
Obviously it matched the colour of the cotton blouse currently being worn by the other lieutenant at this very minute…..but coral pink…wow……where did Miss Messner think she was …the Mediterranean .
Otherwise the bra was a good choice…..an Italian brand by the look of it….a lacy balconette affair, a thin band, thin shoulder straps….but unfortunately not supporting much…she was going to burst soon with all that struggling and writhing….she was probably a B cup…..a lot smaller in the bust than the lieutenant who now wore her colourful blouse…..
‘Her tits are a lot smaller than your friend’ again in German, aimed at causing maximum humiliation to the woman below
‘It would never fit her, bust or chest….no wonder our colleague did not take it……and the colour takes some getting used to…….Maybe the Baron liked ripping it off when thinking of the dark Bettina at the same time’
The gagged Paula reacted at once….
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
Her shapely figure was now brutally arched up as she twisted her limbs….she was obviously very fit and athletic in her movements…..she was really going for it to get loose….
Her flexible and agile body was also now very sweaty and flushed after the prolonged period of being gagged and tied…..regardless of the room being unheated
Her right breast flopped out of her bra cup…..white….round and ample ……a small brown round nipple was now most prominent on her chest….a tangled coral pink shoulder strap was loose from her shoulder…..it was caught under her back….there was a good chance that it would break soon
As the woman moaned and struggled in rage her loose breast flopped in all directions…..
She was shouting through the thick white gag……
The Lieutenant, sniggered and looked at the Major
‘I think the last one was fuck you ’
‘Always……’ said the major in German ‘If she could spare the time….’
She took in the sunken stomach…..no body piercing thank god…..and her hipster style lacy panties…..thankfully white….tight on her hips
Her groin was lifting provocatively up and down…….her shapely legs with the knee stockings spread wide……one could see between her legs….the seam sewn into the panties crotch
The lattice lace design over the curve of her pubis……the dark triangle of hair just visible underneath the white layer of satin and spandex
Delicious thought the Major
‘Excellent choice in panties Dear’mocked the Major ‘I expect the Baron would have enjoyed ripping them off with his teeth’ she smiled
‘As would I…. Sweetie’ thought the Major…both of you
She remembered her last sexual liaison……the endless fucking of that bitch Svetlana….she had enjoyed that
She stepped back ….observing both women, once no doubt pretentious, officious….full of self confidence, not so much now she thought……
The two gagged women were twisting and loudly muffling through their respective gags….their tied arms and legs moving all at once….pulling at the black plastic ties…..Schmidt was attempting to bring her legs and knees together….a vain attempt to conceal her obvious mortification…..her waist writhing….even though she could not see her tormentors…….she knew they were being mocked……inspected like horses or cattle……
The attractive lieutenant suggested
‘Ah….you are getting them agitated Major….it took ages for them to calm down after their unexpected diversion and detention’
The Major paused….time was moving on
‘Of course….lets’ go’ said the major….before her carnal desires got the better of her common sense…which had happened in the past
The Major turned suddenly on her stolen heels….quickly followed by the false Bettina Schmidt…..the two SF troopers tensed up….awaiting instructions
The two chic and smartly dressed women exited the dilapidated and dusty room….the one dressed as a flight attendant was brushing her sheer blouse off….it had appeared that a few cobwebs had fallen from somewhere……
One of the female SF troopers had opened the door as they left…..then had quickly closed the door behind them….both female troopers looked at the two moaning, bound and writhing women on the beds…..then in the direction of the two officers who had just left….. and shrugged their body armoured shoulders…….you met all sorts in this job….
’Officers’ was all they said
The two officers stood just outside the door…….they had stopped
The major was a little flushed……Kira’s overcoat was heavy…...
Even in her see through and flimsy blouse…she felt a little sticky and hot….the light tan tights were clinging….the bra felt itchy under her breasts…..she was moist between her legs….
The other woman’s clothes felt used and soiled …which was not surprising as they had been used by two women, except the panties…..so the clothes had absorbed the musk, sweat and aroma of two different women……it was time for a change of dress
There was a harsh cough emanating from the end of the corridor…..
A female nurse was standing near the fire door, just waiting ………
She was complete in a white uniform dress, long sleeved whose hemline ended just above the knee….her legs encased it what were probably dark tan tights…..white sneakers were on her feet….. a white cotton face mask obscured her features….on her small head was a nurse’s cap, in the style of all medical staff in the East…in the West they would look like catering staff at a restaurant…..only her eyes were visible…her figure was thin, she was shapely with normal sized breasts…her bust was neither heavy or small….
‘Eh….Major….we are waiting for you’ she said
‘Ah…yes… you are quite correct’ she replied
The lieutenant stood still and erect in her filched mini dress, black hose and shoes…black jacket and leather shoulder bag…..all part of a stolen identity
‘Thank You Lieutenant and well done…like I said…pass on my compliments to your Comrade’
‘Thank You Major …it was an honour’ she blurted
With her stolen court stilettos click clacking ….the Major walked towards the waiting nurse…halfway she turned around
‘Oh Lieutenant….’ She said
‘Yes Major’
‘We will meet again ’
At that the bogus Swiss diplomat watched her leave…..the nurse opened a door for the Major….she disappeared inside….the nurse followed…….the door then closed.
The corridor was silent
The disguised lieutenant paused in the now silent corridor….lost in thought……her hands stroked the dress along her hips….up….to her breasts….she cupped them in her hands…she lifted….and smiled….her tongue tasted lipstick….
She went to the door…behind which were the bound prisoners….she grasped the handle and entered
The two SF troopers again assumed a combat stance
The lieutenant walked over to the bed that held the gagged and bound and genuine Miss Schmidt……the woman whose clothes she now wore….well almost
She scrutinized the woman’s bra and panties….….they were rather nice…smart with aesthetic lines
She looked at the troopers ‘You two’
Both the SF troopers nodded in answer
In German she shouted ‘I will be back in five minutes…..get her bra off……I want it’ pointing at Miss Schmidt
She turned around to leave
Changed her mind and turned back
Pointing again ‘Panties too’
She turned to leave again
Both the bound and silenced women had understood every word….. they were bucking and twisting again on their beds…pure anger brought on by the sense of helplessness and humiliation….….the room was full of muted female gag induced screaming …… petite and dishevelled female heads were rocking back and fore
The lieutenant was again turned around and shouted at the troopers
‘For fuck sake….they are starting to give me an headache……use the fucking chloroform’
When she finally departed one of the troopers was shaking liquid from a small brown glass bottle onto a thick pad of white gauze…….the room began to fill with an ether like odour…..that was slightly sweet
Her flexible and agile body was also now very sweaty and flushed after the prolonged period of being gagged and tied…..regardless of the room being unheated
Her right breast flopped out of her bra cup…..white….round and ample ……a small brown round nipple was now most prominent on her chest….a tangled coral pink shoulder strap was loose from her shoulder…..it was caught under her back….there was a good chance that it would break soon
As the woman moaned and struggled in rage her loose breast flopped in all directions…..
She was shouting through the thick white gag……
The Lieutenant, sniggered and looked at the Major
‘I think the last one was fuck you ’
‘Always……’ said the major in German ‘If she could spare the time….’
She took in the sunken stomach…..no body piercing thank god…..and her hipster style lacy panties…..thankfully white….tight on her hips
Her groin was lifting provocatively up and down…….her shapely legs with the knee stockings spread wide……one could see between her legs….the seam sewn into the panties crotch
The lattice lace design over the curve of her pubis……the dark triangle of hair just visible underneath the white layer of satin and spandex
Delicious thought the Major
‘Excellent choice in panties Dear’mocked the Major ‘I expect the Baron would have enjoyed ripping them off with his teeth’ she smiled
‘As would I…. Sweetie’ thought the Major…both of you
She remembered her last sexual liaison……the endless fucking of that bitch Svetlana….she had enjoyed that
She stepped back ….observing both women, once no doubt pretentious, officious….full of self confidence, not so much now she thought……
The two gagged women were twisting and loudly muffling through their respective gags….their tied arms and legs moving all at once….pulling at the black plastic ties…..Schmidt was attempting to bring her legs and knees together….a vain attempt to conceal her obvious mortification…..her waist writhing….even though she could not see her tormentors…….she knew they were being mocked……inspected like horses or cattle……
The attractive lieutenant suggested
‘Ah….you are getting them agitated Major….it took ages for them to calm down after their unexpected diversion and detention’
The Major paused….time was moving on
‘Of course….lets’ go’ said the major….before her carnal desires got the better of her common sense…which had happened in the past
The Major turned suddenly on her stolen heels….quickly followed by the false Bettina Schmidt…..the two SF troopers tensed up….awaiting instructions
The two chic and smartly dressed women exited the dilapidated and dusty room….the one dressed as a flight attendant was brushing her sheer blouse off….it had appeared that a few cobwebs had fallen from somewhere……
One of the female SF troopers had opened the door as they left…..then had quickly closed the door behind them….both female troopers looked at the two moaning, bound and writhing women on the beds…..then in the direction of the two officers who had just left….. and shrugged their body armoured shoulders…….you met all sorts in this job….
’Officers’ was all they said
The two officers stood just outside the door…….they had stopped
The major was a little flushed……Kira’s overcoat was heavy…...
Even in her see through and flimsy blouse…she felt a little sticky and hot….the light tan tights were clinging….the bra felt itchy under her breasts…..she was moist between her legs….
The other woman’s clothes felt used and soiled …which was not surprising as they had been used by two women, except the panties…..so the clothes had absorbed the musk, sweat and aroma of two different women……it was time for a change of dress
There was a harsh cough emanating from the end of the corridor…..
A female nurse was standing near the fire door, just waiting ………
She was complete in a white uniform dress, long sleeved whose hemline ended just above the knee….her legs encased it what were probably dark tan tights…..white sneakers were on her feet….. a white cotton face mask obscured her features….on her small head was a nurse’s cap, in the style of all medical staff in the East…in the West they would look like catering staff at a restaurant…..only her eyes were visible…her figure was thin, she was shapely with normal sized breasts…her bust was neither heavy or small….
‘Eh….Major….we are waiting for you’ she said
‘Ah…yes… you are quite correct’ she replied
The lieutenant stood still and erect in her filched mini dress, black hose and shoes…black jacket and leather shoulder bag…..all part of a stolen identity
‘Thank You Lieutenant and well done…like I said…pass on my compliments to your Comrade’
‘Thank You Major …it was an honour’ she blurted
With her stolen court stilettos click clacking ….the Major walked towards the waiting nurse…halfway she turned around
‘Oh Lieutenant….’ She said
‘Yes Major’
‘We will meet again ’
At that the bogus Swiss diplomat watched her leave…..the nurse opened a door for the Major….she disappeared inside….the nurse followed…….the door then closed.
The corridor was silent
The disguised lieutenant paused in the now silent corridor….lost in thought……her hands stroked the dress along her hips….up….to her breasts….she cupped them in her hands…she lifted….and smiled….her tongue tasted lipstick….
She went to the door…behind which were the bound prisoners….she grasped the handle and entered
The two SF troopers again assumed a combat stance
The lieutenant walked over to the bed that held the gagged and bound and genuine Miss Schmidt……the woman whose clothes she now wore….well almost
She scrutinized the woman’s bra and panties….….they were rather nice…smart with aesthetic lines
She looked at the troopers ‘You two’
Both the SF troopers nodded in answer
In German she shouted ‘I will be back in five minutes…..get her bra off……I want it’ pointing at Miss Schmidt
She turned around to leave
Changed her mind and turned back
Pointing again ‘Panties too’
She turned to leave again
Both the bound and silenced women had understood every word….. they were bucking and twisting again on their beds…pure anger brought on by the sense of helplessness and humiliation….….the room was full of muted female gag induced screaming …… petite and dishevelled female heads were rocking back and fore
The lieutenant was again turned around and shouted at the troopers
‘For fuck sake….they are starting to give me an headache……use the fucking chloroform’
When she finally departed one of the troopers was shaking liquid from a small brown glass bottle onto a thick pad of white gauze…….the room began to fill with an ether like odour…..that was slightly sweet
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THE MEDICAL CENTRE – THE OTHER PARTY
Professor Smirnoff led the way as the VIP party veered off to the left….following the corridor that led them away from the reception area……
He was closely followed by his assistant, Dr Zlobin…they were all walking at a fast pace……the empty corridor echoed with the footfall of female high heels and hard male leather brogues…….
Kornilov and the Countess kept pace….her high heeled T strapped shoes echoed off the ceramic floor tiles….her gait elegant, almost regal….her shapely rear in the lace sequined cocktail dress was an alluring sight…..the tight blonde bun and hard style of her hair gave her a sense of authority….the pert pillbox hat sitting on the top of her head, indicated royalty….
Her left arm was angled at the elbow, almost L shaped as one black velvet gloved hand was holding her designer ladies purse…..its thin gold strap was over her shoulder…..
They were closely followed by the blonde and not the real Miss Paula Messner…..although the real Miss Messner’s gray pant suit was obviously present…..although looking rather too tight on its current new wearer……
Karl Keller….the handsome, suave and slick Swiss Diplomat…..the one day future Baron…stayed in pace with the noteworthy and infamous couple…..…he was just ahead slightly……..
In their eagerness to get this business over with….no one….except Miss Messner….had noticed the absence of the other female diplomatic assistant and the young and pretty flight attendant
The party came to a side corridor….at the end…..on either side of a large wooden door where two armed soldiers…..SF troopers…masked….again…they again appeared to be female
One of them opened the door as they approached
The Professor stammered a little ‘This way Countess….and Sir’…….his white coated arm was extended
The Professor let the female Doctor Zlobin enter…quickly followed by the VIP couple…..then Keller and lastly the imposter known as Miss Paula Messner….after the gray suited diplomatic assistant entered he pulled the door…it slammed shut behind Messner…..
The room had once been the office of the Airbase’s Chief Medical Officer…it was rather spacious…dust motes sparkled as they flitted here and there from the drawn dusty old drapes…
The drapes were illuminated from sunlight coming from the equally grimy large bay windows….there were case cabinets still in place…..a little furniture, decades old mock wooden affairs….notices that proclaimed events long since forgotten and now totally irrelevant……the walls were bare….except were the paint displayed a brighter square of white were once picture frames had been hung……all long ago removed
Along both sidewalls were four SF troopers…..male this time….all armed with silenced sub machine guns slung from slings at mid waist…
Near and before the large window sat a large wooden desk…dark brown and wide with green baize on its surface…behind it was a large high backed leather chair….and a small thin and gray haired man sat deep within it
Kornilov and the Countess now stood before the desk……Keller took a step back…..Dr Zlobin and Messner stood to the rear of them all….the guards flanked them in compete silence and with no movement
Alexander Kornilov’s face was ashen white as he stared at the sitting figure in the expensive black business suit and tie….a crisp white shirt…with a thin neck
‘You…..you’ he stammered ‘It was….you….I…I…we ….’ He could not form any coherent sentence
The Countess….her back straight…..her tight bosom expanding from her trim, wine glass figure….wide hips under her dress…her knees under the soft gray black stockings…..a pointed chin with a black thin lipstick coated mouth….white arms with hands in black gloves…the thin golden strap over her right shoulder….her left gloved hand was resting on the purses golden latch….the gauze veil hiding most of her face….she stepped even closer to the man behind the desk
‘Marshall…..only you could be so bold’ she hissed in that Marlene Dietrich imitation voice….and yes….the man behind the desk did appear to resemble the actor and character from that famous American 1970s science fiction movie
‘I thought I could taste your foul stench when I arrived on this base’ she continued…..her husband tried to assert himself
Before he could utter a word…….
She turned on him ‘Shut up you gullible fool…I suspected this from the beginning ….you ass’
‘But… I…But….how would’ stammering again
Finally the man behind the desk broke his silence ‘Countess…charming as ever’ he cooed ‘and Alexander….my old Friend…..forever the puppet…..and you pulling his strings’ his hand lazily indicated in the direction of the Countess…..
‘What do you want Marshall’ hissed the Countess ‘you know this simple kidnapping or ransom…or whatever else you have in mind will fail’ she hissed ‘I can assure you of that’
‘A plan my Dear Countess’ he enquired ‘Why would I plan’
‘You always scheme Herr Marshall…always scheming’ she hissed
He cut her off ‘If you confuse scheming with saving my country, Countess, then you are more ruthless and fixated than I thought imaginable….and that would take some persuasion’…..there was little cough from behind the couple
The Marshalls gaze fixed on someone behind them……’you may leave us’
Without turning her head the Countess spoke to the person who had coughed
‘It’s a shame Paul…..a shame that all that history will be forever erased…..your name and house will be only remembered in the History books….and not many at that’
The Diplomat, very nervous now, and sweat was now on his once cool and dry brow
‘Countess…I was forced…..’
She cut him off
‘Betrayal is always forced….for whatever reason…..make any excuse you like Boy….you are a dead man walking Paul….so are all your family….everyone of them…….get out’
‘I ...I ...could not’ he stammered ‘they are holding my staff….it’s blackmail…..my children…..the wife…..I…...I’
He was cut off sharply……again….anger in the tone…..
‘Get out you miserable little rat….you have betrayed your kind….your faith….you do not exist as from now….you never where on this world…..I will make sure of that’
He paused, his eyes flitting left and right….his mouth open like a landed fish…..
A female hand took his shoulder in a firm grip….and he was led away…..
His hands were shaking as he noted the woman in his once assistant’s clothing…..when Paula and Bettina were taken…..this one had returned in her clothes…
The Suzdalian General of Intelligence had explained the reasoning of the ploy….the abduction of his secretaries……what they wanted him to do
What would happen to those girls if he refused…..how his very traditional, Catholic and orthodox wife would be told of his extra marital affairs
He had been shown the compromising photographs…..the films…… of him and his younger girls together in intimate and energetic sexual positions……the drugs….....all at various times and places of course……his office, hotels and of course at their respective apartments……all three had never met together at the same time…..he thought he had been so clever….playing them off against each other……and yet someone had been playing him
Building their dossier….building their case for blackmail……
The Paula imposter opened the door and took him outside……..he was terrified….the awareness of his location and his current situation were temporarily blanked from his mind……what he had done and the consequences that his betrayal entailed was starting to sink in…..
The Countess was right…he was a dead man…and not just him alone……
He was being led by the girl he knew not to be Paula…..he was in a daze
It took him a while to realize that another person was on his other arm…..he turned to look
It was Bettina’s clothes….but not Bettina
They were leading him out of the building….the same way they had come……
The once confident playboy spluttered….his voice alarmed
‘Where are the girls……what have you done with them’
The one pretending to be his Bettina quipped….her look sly, her pretty face smirking…..yes…..a pretty face like Bettina….but it was not the face of his secretary…..his favourite…..it was just a strange woman in her clothes……
Bettina who he liked to bend over…..her shapely breasts he loved to squeeze……her tight buttocks banging hard against his groin……her tongue deep inside his mouth…….
‘Now Now…… Dear Pauli……don’t you worry yourself about them….they are being looked after and are quite happy…..’ she lied….. smiling the same time ‘they are just a little tied up right now’……she patted his trembling, moist and damp hand
He staggered in mid step……he looked at the woman who was pretending to be Bettina……
He saw the cruel and mocking look on her face…….
In a contemptuous tone she whispered in his ear
‘And a little gagged’
He made to smack her in the face….all his frustration began to form into a fist…..
The bogus Paula was quick off the mark…..
He suddenly found his arm tightly snapped up high on his back…….he gasped in pain
‘Stop that now Pauli, Liebschen’ mocked the woman in the real Paula’s coral pink blouse ‘no need to get nasty’
He was forced to move faster….arm behind his back
They were heading for the saloon with the Swiss flag pendant……
He was dizzy now….confused, he felt sick……he nearly fell over
The one in Bettina’s dress caught him just in time…..dislodging her jacket and the dress on her shoulders…..her left shoulder was exposed as her clothing was stretched….there was now a good view of a gray coloured bra strap…..
The Paula imposter lifted him up more…..going faster
Professor Smirnoff led the way as the VIP party veered off to the left….following the corridor that led them away from the reception area……
He was closely followed by his assistant, Dr Zlobin…they were all walking at a fast pace……the empty corridor echoed with the footfall of female high heels and hard male leather brogues…….
Kornilov and the Countess kept pace….her high heeled T strapped shoes echoed off the ceramic floor tiles….her gait elegant, almost regal….her shapely rear in the lace sequined cocktail dress was an alluring sight…..the tight blonde bun and hard style of her hair gave her a sense of authority….the pert pillbox hat sitting on the top of her head, indicated royalty….
Her left arm was angled at the elbow, almost L shaped as one black velvet gloved hand was holding her designer ladies purse…..its thin gold strap was over her shoulder…..
They were closely followed by the blonde and not the real Miss Paula Messner…..although the real Miss Messner’s gray pant suit was obviously present…..although looking rather too tight on its current new wearer……
Karl Keller….the handsome, suave and slick Swiss Diplomat…..the one day future Baron…stayed in pace with the noteworthy and infamous couple…..…he was just ahead slightly……..
In their eagerness to get this business over with….no one….except Miss Messner….had noticed the absence of the other female diplomatic assistant and the young and pretty flight attendant
The party came to a side corridor….at the end…..on either side of a large wooden door where two armed soldiers…..SF troopers…masked….again…they again appeared to be female
One of them opened the door as they approached
The Professor stammered a little ‘This way Countess….and Sir’…….his white coated arm was extended
The Professor let the female Doctor Zlobin enter…quickly followed by the VIP couple…..then Keller and lastly the imposter known as Miss Paula Messner….after the gray suited diplomatic assistant entered he pulled the door…it slammed shut behind Messner…..
The room had once been the office of the Airbase’s Chief Medical Officer…it was rather spacious…dust motes sparkled as they flitted here and there from the drawn dusty old drapes…
The drapes were illuminated from sunlight coming from the equally grimy large bay windows….there were case cabinets still in place…..a little furniture, decades old mock wooden affairs….notices that proclaimed events long since forgotten and now totally irrelevant……the walls were bare….except were the paint displayed a brighter square of white were once picture frames had been hung……all long ago removed
Along both sidewalls were four SF troopers…..male this time….all armed with silenced sub machine guns slung from slings at mid waist…
Near and before the large window sat a large wooden desk…dark brown and wide with green baize on its surface…behind it was a large high backed leather chair….and a small thin and gray haired man sat deep within it
Kornilov and the Countess now stood before the desk……Keller took a step back…..Dr Zlobin and Messner stood to the rear of them all….the guards flanked them in compete silence and with no movement
Alexander Kornilov’s face was ashen white as he stared at the sitting figure in the expensive black business suit and tie….a crisp white shirt…with a thin neck
‘You…..you’ he stammered ‘It was….you….I…I…we ….’ He could not form any coherent sentence
The Countess….her back straight…..her tight bosom expanding from her trim, wine glass figure….wide hips under her dress…her knees under the soft gray black stockings…..a pointed chin with a black thin lipstick coated mouth….white arms with hands in black gloves…the thin golden strap over her right shoulder….her left gloved hand was resting on the purses golden latch….the gauze veil hiding most of her face….she stepped even closer to the man behind the desk
‘Marshall…..only you could be so bold’ she hissed in that Marlene Dietrich imitation voice….and yes….the man behind the desk did appear to resemble the actor and character from that famous American 1970s science fiction movie
‘I thought I could taste your foul stench when I arrived on this base’ she continued…..her husband tried to assert himself
Before he could utter a word…….
She turned on him ‘Shut up you gullible fool…I suspected this from the beginning ….you ass’
‘But… I…But….how would’ stammering again
Finally the man behind the desk broke his silence ‘Countess…charming as ever’ he cooed ‘and Alexander….my old Friend…..forever the puppet…..and you pulling his strings’ his hand lazily indicated in the direction of the Countess…..
‘What do you want Marshall’ hissed the Countess ‘you know this simple kidnapping or ransom…or whatever else you have in mind will fail’ she hissed ‘I can assure you of that’
‘A plan my Dear Countess’ he enquired ‘Why would I plan’
‘You always scheme Herr Marshall…always scheming’ she hissed
He cut her off ‘If you confuse scheming with saving my country, Countess, then you are more ruthless and fixated than I thought imaginable….and that would take some persuasion’…..there was little cough from behind the couple
The Marshalls gaze fixed on someone behind them……’you may leave us’
Without turning her head the Countess spoke to the person who had coughed
‘It’s a shame Paul…..a shame that all that history will be forever erased…..your name and house will be only remembered in the History books….and not many at that’
The Diplomat, very nervous now, and sweat was now on his once cool and dry brow
‘Countess…I was forced…..’
She cut him off
‘Betrayal is always forced….for whatever reason…..make any excuse you like Boy….you are a dead man walking Paul….so are all your family….everyone of them…….get out’
‘I ...I ...could not’ he stammered ‘they are holding my staff….it’s blackmail…..my children…..the wife…..I…...I’
He was cut off sharply……again….anger in the tone…..
‘Get out you miserable little rat….you have betrayed your kind….your faith….you do not exist as from now….you never where on this world…..I will make sure of that’
He paused, his eyes flitting left and right….his mouth open like a landed fish…..
A female hand took his shoulder in a firm grip….and he was led away…..
His hands were shaking as he noted the woman in his once assistant’s clothing…..when Paula and Bettina were taken…..this one had returned in her clothes…
The Suzdalian General of Intelligence had explained the reasoning of the ploy….the abduction of his secretaries……what they wanted him to do
What would happen to those girls if he refused…..how his very traditional, Catholic and orthodox wife would be told of his extra marital affairs
He had been shown the compromising photographs…..the films…… of him and his younger girls together in intimate and energetic sexual positions……the drugs….....all at various times and places of course……his office, hotels and of course at their respective apartments……all three had never met together at the same time…..he thought he had been so clever….playing them off against each other……and yet someone had been playing him
Building their dossier….building their case for blackmail……
The Paula imposter opened the door and took him outside……..he was terrified….the awareness of his location and his current situation were temporarily blanked from his mind……what he had done and the consequences that his betrayal entailed was starting to sink in…..
The Countess was right…he was a dead man…and not just him alone……
He was being led by the girl he knew not to be Paula…..he was in a daze
It took him a while to realize that another person was on his other arm…..he turned to look
It was Bettina’s clothes….but not Bettina
They were leading him out of the building….the same way they had come……
The once confident playboy spluttered….his voice alarmed
‘Where are the girls……what have you done with them’
The one pretending to be his Bettina quipped….her look sly, her pretty face smirking…..yes…..a pretty face like Bettina….but it was not the face of his secretary…..his favourite…..it was just a strange woman in her clothes……
Bettina who he liked to bend over…..her shapely breasts he loved to squeeze……her tight buttocks banging hard against his groin……her tongue deep inside his mouth…….
‘Now Now…… Dear Pauli……don’t you worry yourself about them….they are being looked after and are quite happy…..’ she lied….. smiling the same time ‘they are just a little tied up right now’……she patted his trembling, moist and damp hand
He staggered in mid step……he looked at the woman who was pretending to be Bettina……
He saw the cruel and mocking look on her face…….
In a contemptuous tone she whispered in his ear
‘And a little gagged’
He made to smack her in the face….all his frustration began to form into a fist…..
The bogus Paula was quick off the mark…..
He suddenly found his arm tightly snapped up high on his back…….he gasped in pain
‘Stop that now Pauli, Liebschen’ mocked the woman in the real Paula’s coral pink blouse ‘no need to get nasty’
He was forced to move faster….arm behind his back
They were heading for the saloon with the Swiss flag pendant……
He was dizzy now….confused, he felt sick……he nearly fell over
The one in Bettina’s dress caught him just in time…..dislodging her jacket and the dress on her shoulders…..her left shoulder was exposed as her clothing was stretched….there was now a good view of a gray coloured bra strap…..
The Paula imposter lifted him up more…..going faster
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Together…..they half lifted him and carried him towards the car….
‘But…the girls….my girls’ he stuttered ‘My family…..they…’ he was now repeating himself…….
The Bettina imposter said very soothingly
‘Don’t worry…..we will drive to Bettina’s flat…you remember that yes’
He nodded……
‘Good….then you me and Paula here will go there and have a fun time……you’ll like that yes’
His head was being pushed down into the rear of the car
‘Yes…that’s sounds good’ he sounded almost drunk with the shock on how quickly his once luxurious life had been shattered……
‘That’s it Pauli’ by now he was in the middle of the rear seat….the Paula imposter was going around the other side to get in…..
The imposter Bettina’s already short dress rose up, revealing thick thighs encased in black tights……
She pulled at the hemline of the dress….lifted her bottom and pulled……
She reached up to her left shoulder and pulled the dress back over her recently acquired gray coloured molded brassiere…..
She reached for the diplomat’s cold trembling hand and placed it on her nylon sheathed thigh….encouraging him to feel her……
The car pulled away……very fast
Three days later a concerned Swiss legation representative popped around Bettina Schmidt’s apartment……she had not answered her phone or reported for duty……..
The Swiss legation minister had also not reported in or answered his phone….
Likewise Paula Messner…..
The representative finally gained access to the flat……
To his shock ….he discovered a horrific scene………
After walking through a silent and deserted flat he had made his way to the main bedroom…..
In there, dark with the closed drapes…..he found the three….
The bedroom’s carpeted floor, a chair and the dressing table were festooned with mainly ladies discarded clothes and underwear……
Paul…..Bettina and Paula were all splayed out naked on the large double bed, complete with wine red coloured silk bedding…...and these were the real Bettina Schmidt and Paula Messner
Bettina’s face was deep in the crotch of the Swiss diplomat…..her mouth was full…..
Paul was lying on his back, his head propped by a red silk pillow..…..his eyes wide open….
Bettina was on her front…her ample bosom hidden from view…..with her shapely back and curved waste….her peachy backside and good legs……shockingly to the discoverer, her hands had been bound behind her naked back…..with what looked like a black knee high stocking….
Paula Messner lay on the other side of the bed…..supported by another silk red pillow….her blonde head straight….eyes wide….her back straight…..her white breasts splayed left and right, large brown nipples prominent
Again the man who found her felt sick inside…..
Her arms and hands were above her head……tied to the high bedstead above her…..she had been gagged with what looked like a pair of panties and again with what looked like a black stocking……
Her lower body was naked and lacked any dignity……her thin waist…..her bare hips…..her blonde pubis outrageously exposed to public view……
Her feet were not tied….her legs again splayed left and right……her toe nails polished in purple varnish…..
All three were unresponsive to any aid…….
The man panicked……he ran outside the flat….and in the corridor he vomited…….
A post mortem had decreed that a massive overdose of a powerful mix of cocaine and heroin had been found in the bloodstreams all three of the Swiss legation, enough to down an elephant it was discovered….fuelled by large amounts of alcohol….this had been the cause of their demise…..it appeared that the hard drugs were a bad batch…..powerful and toxic…..a speciality of a certain South American failed state….
Upon investigation it was discovered that Paul Keller’s so called secret love triangle was known by others at the legation…..
It was assumed that during a personal and private late night soiree……an alcohol and drug fuelled sex party, involving bondage had gone tragically wrong……
The Swiss wanted the matter hushed up quickly…….local police did not dig deep as they had been told to do……the matter was over and forgotten in a week…..death my misadventure being the recorded cause of death…..to protect the Swiss government and the families of the deceased…….
Not knowing of course that in the Suzdalian counter intelligence bureau there lay a full dossier of explicit photographs…..all ready for future use and leverage when required at the desired time…..
No one asked or cared that most of Bettina Schmidt’s collection of clothing, underwear, shoes and the usual paraphernalia of being a woman was missing from the flat……….
But all this was in the future……….
Back to the present…..
‘Ah Countess’ exclaimed the Marshall ‘always with the threats….your breeding betrays your carnal desire for savagery….like all your class have practiced throughout time it seems….just like the rest of us who are more honest with ourselves’ his tone being low and thoughtful
The Countess let the slight pass………
‘Maybe’ she exclaimed…her hand on her purse….gloved fingers slowly tweaking the gold catch…..as she spoke
‘Like I stated…what do you want, get this over with so I can resume my flight’ she snarled
‘I want to speak to Alexander….alone….Countess’ said the Marshall
‘Why…..whatever you demand’ her fingers moved faster on the catch ’you can say in front of us both’
‘No…him alone…we were friends long before you arrived on the scene’ he said
‘Impossible….we are one together’ she hissed
‘More like you became him’ exclaimed the Marshall
‘His silent voice…..his puppet master after you seduced him’
She countered ‘Jealous Niki….because I chose him and not you’
‘You are not my type Countess…..your type never where’ he countered
‘Wrong sex more like Niki’ she sneered
‘A cheap shot Countess…really, is that the best you could do’
Her gloved hand had released the catch on the purse…her hand very slowly lifted the small leather flap…..
‘Excuse me Countess’ a third voice interrupted ….a female voice
The mature Dr Zlobin had placed a hand over the countess’s own…..silently from behind…
Zlobin was her real name…but she was no doctor as the white coat proclaimed…..the Doctors hand reached inside the small designer leather purse….
The woman in the rather dull brown tweed skirt and jacket with the sensible brown tights and shoes showed her prize to the Marshall……a small automatic….22 calibre….derringer style……a small pistol…matt black
‘Really Countess…such gangster methods are not my style’ said the Marshall….not phased at all
The Countess hissed…..glaring at Doctor Zlobin
‘Gangster methods….you invented them…you and your military clan….all gangsters’
‘Yes Countess’ his voice now raised for the first time ‘Military gangsters….your Grandfather being the greatest of them all’
‘Bastard’ she hissed
‘Yes he was’ the Countess began to turn crimson
‘Give me the pistol Doctor’ he ordered
‘I saw the ruse…..keeping me distracted with cheap insults while fingering that little purse….hoping to shoot me in the head….a last act with an heroic end in mind no doubt’ sighed the Marshall
Doctor Zlobin came around to his side of the desk and handed him the pistol which he slipped into his suit pocket ‘Now Countess….leave us a for a while….let us both cool off…..maybe a nice cup of tea for me…..you your coffee’
The Countess noted the female Doctors raised hand indicating another door…..another one opposite the door that they had used to enter by….the SF troopers in the room were like stone…but their weapons were now raised and positioned in readiness….
‘You do know Marshall….the consequences if I do not step off that aircraft in Livonia’
‘I think so Countess’ he said
‘I hope so….Alexander….who I love dearly…’ she looked at her husband….he looked back at her……his eyes completely under her spell
‘If he returns…fine….but If I do not….my people have protocols to set in motion Marshall….they have strict orders…..orders that were never initiated by me….but set a long time ago’
The Marshall interrupted ‘I know….the orders from Berlin….. set by your long lost and beloved Fuhrer no doubt….just before his end’
‘You are well informed as I suspected’ hissed the Countess
‘Do not worry Countess, I always was and still remain……you will both be on the aircraft……soon……and be on your merry way…..I just want to speak to Alexander……me and you will never find common ground for a truce…….but me and Alex go back to the Academy as boys…….maybe we can…together’ he paused ‘come to some kind of accommodation…I owe it to my people’
The Countess just stood there for a moment…..in contemplation……her black stockinged legs, her knees and heels tightly together…….
Finally……
‘Never underestimate me Marshall…..my people are expecting me’ she turned on her heels…..all swagger…..turned her back and began to march……
Dr Zlobin nearly ran to open the door before the Countess smashed into it….…she made it just in time….the Countess walked straight through……
Dr Zlobin was right behind….the door was closed behind them both…..with a determined slam
The Marshall was left with his guards….his old friend Alexander before him…..he indicated to one of the Troopers
‘Get our exclaimed Ex Leader a chair’
Kornilov just stood there…like a fly in a web….and in a way he was
The Marshall looked at his wristwatch…his old faithful Army issue one….it had survived many a campaign …it would survive this one….he had time to kill now….let us begin this charade of civility
‘Alex my friend….tell me how you relax these days….are you still a good chess player’
Alexander Kornilov looked perplexed, he had expected threats…even violence…not this
‘Yes’ he said ‘I still play a good game’
‘Good’ said the Marshall, and from under the desk he produced a cheap board and a box of pieces
‘Let us have a quick game before we start the serious business……just like the old days Da!’
‘But…the girls….my girls’ he stuttered ‘My family…..they…’ he was now repeating himself…….
The Bettina imposter said very soothingly
‘Don’t worry…..we will drive to Bettina’s flat…you remember that yes’
He nodded……
‘Good….then you me and Paula here will go there and have a fun time……you’ll like that yes’
His head was being pushed down into the rear of the car
‘Yes…that’s sounds good’ he sounded almost drunk with the shock on how quickly his once luxurious life had been shattered……
‘That’s it Pauli’ by now he was in the middle of the rear seat….the Paula imposter was going around the other side to get in…..
The imposter Bettina’s already short dress rose up, revealing thick thighs encased in black tights……
She pulled at the hemline of the dress….lifted her bottom and pulled……
She reached up to her left shoulder and pulled the dress back over her recently acquired gray coloured molded brassiere…..
She reached for the diplomat’s cold trembling hand and placed it on her nylon sheathed thigh….encouraging him to feel her……
The car pulled away……very fast
Three days later a concerned Swiss legation representative popped around Bettina Schmidt’s apartment……she had not answered her phone or reported for duty……..
The Swiss legation minister had also not reported in or answered his phone….
Likewise Paula Messner…..
The representative finally gained access to the flat……
To his shock ….he discovered a horrific scene………
After walking through a silent and deserted flat he had made his way to the main bedroom…..
In there, dark with the closed drapes…..he found the three….
The bedroom’s carpeted floor, a chair and the dressing table were festooned with mainly ladies discarded clothes and underwear……
Paul…..Bettina and Paula were all splayed out naked on the large double bed, complete with wine red coloured silk bedding…...and these were the real Bettina Schmidt and Paula Messner
Bettina’s face was deep in the crotch of the Swiss diplomat…..her mouth was full…..
Paul was lying on his back, his head propped by a red silk pillow..…..his eyes wide open….
Bettina was on her front…her ample bosom hidden from view…..with her shapely back and curved waste….her peachy backside and good legs……shockingly to the discoverer, her hands had been bound behind her naked back…..with what looked like a black knee high stocking….
Paula Messner lay on the other side of the bed…..supported by another silk red pillow….her blonde head straight….eyes wide….her back straight…..her white breasts splayed left and right, large brown nipples prominent
Again the man who found her felt sick inside…..
Her arms and hands were above her head……tied to the high bedstead above her…..she had been gagged with what looked like a pair of panties and again with what looked like a black stocking……
Her lower body was naked and lacked any dignity……her thin waist…..her bare hips…..her blonde pubis outrageously exposed to public view……
Her feet were not tied….her legs again splayed left and right……her toe nails polished in purple varnish…..
All three were unresponsive to any aid…….
The man panicked……he ran outside the flat….and in the corridor he vomited…….
A post mortem had decreed that a massive overdose of a powerful mix of cocaine and heroin had been found in the bloodstreams all three of the Swiss legation, enough to down an elephant it was discovered….fuelled by large amounts of alcohol….this had been the cause of their demise…..it appeared that the hard drugs were a bad batch…..powerful and toxic…..a speciality of a certain South American failed state….
Upon investigation it was discovered that Paul Keller’s so called secret love triangle was known by others at the legation…..
It was assumed that during a personal and private late night soiree……an alcohol and drug fuelled sex party, involving bondage had gone tragically wrong……
The Swiss wanted the matter hushed up quickly…….local police did not dig deep as they had been told to do……the matter was over and forgotten in a week…..death my misadventure being the recorded cause of death…..to protect the Swiss government and the families of the deceased…….
Not knowing of course that in the Suzdalian counter intelligence bureau there lay a full dossier of explicit photographs…..all ready for future use and leverage when required at the desired time…..
No one asked or cared that most of Bettina Schmidt’s collection of clothing, underwear, shoes and the usual paraphernalia of being a woman was missing from the flat……….
But all this was in the future……….
Back to the present…..
‘Ah Countess’ exclaimed the Marshall ‘always with the threats….your breeding betrays your carnal desire for savagery….like all your class have practiced throughout time it seems….just like the rest of us who are more honest with ourselves’ his tone being low and thoughtful
The Countess let the slight pass………
‘Maybe’ she exclaimed…her hand on her purse….gloved fingers slowly tweaking the gold catch…..as she spoke
‘Like I stated…what do you want, get this over with so I can resume my flight’ she snarled
‘I want to speak to Alexander….alone….Countess’ said the Marshall
‘Why…..whatever you demand’ her fingers moved faster on the catch ’you can say in front of us both’
‘No…him alone…we were friends long before you arrived on the scene’ he said
‘Impossible….we are one together’ she hissed
‘More like you became him’ exclaimed the Marshall
‘His silent voice…..his puppet master after you seduced him’
She countered ‘Jealous Niki….because I chose him and not you’
‘You are not my type Countess…..your type never where’ he countered
‘Wrong sex more like Niki’ she sneered
‘A cheap shot Countess…really, is that the best you could do’
Her gloved hand had released the catch on the purse…her hand very slowly lifted the small leather flap…..
‘Excuse me Countess’ a third voice interrupted ….a female voice
The mature Dr Zlobin had placed a hand over the countess’s own…..silently from behind…
Zlobin was her real name…but she was no doctor as the white coat proclaimed…..the Doctors hand reached inside the small designer leather purse….
The woman in the rather dull brown tweed skirt and jacket with the sensible brown tights and shoes showed her prize to the Marshall……a small automatic….22 calibre….derringer style……a small pistol…matt black
‘Really Countess…such gangster methods are not my style’ said the Marshall….not phased at all
The Countess hissed…..glaring at Doctor Zlobin
‘Gangster methods….you invented them…you and your military clan….all gangsters’
‘Yes Countess’ his voice now raised for the first time ‘Military gangsters….your Grandfather being the greatest of them all’
‘Bastard’ she hissed
‘Yes he was’ the Countess began to turn crimson
‘Give me the pistol Doctor’ he ordered
‘I saw the ruse…..keeping me distracted with cheap insults while fingering that little purse….hoping to shoot me in the head….a last act with an heroic end in mind no doubt’ sighed the Marshall
Doctor Zlobin came around to his side of the desk and handed him the pistol which he slipped into his suit pocket ‘Now Countess….leave us a for a while….let us both cool off…..maybe a nice cup of tea for me…..you your coffee’
The Countess noted the female Doctors raised hand indicating another door…..another one opposite the door that they had used to enter by….the SF troopers in the room were like stone…but their weapons were now raised and positioned in readiness….
‘You do know Marshall….the consequences if I do not step off that aircraft in Livonia’
‘I think so Countess’ he said
‘I hope so….Alexander….who I love dearly…’ she looked at her husband….he looked back at her……his eyes completely under her spell
‘If he returns…fine….but If I do not….my people have protocols to set in motion Marshall….they have strict orders…..orders that were never initiated by me….but set a long time ago’
The Marshall interrupted ‘I know….the orders from Berlin….. set by your long lost and beloved Fuhrer no doubt….just before his end’
‘You are well informed as I suspected’ hissed the Countess
‘Do not worry Countess, I always was and still remain……you will both be on the aircraft……soon……and be on your merry way…..I just want to speak to Alexander……me and you will never find common ground for a truce…….but me and Alex go back to the Academy as boys…….maybe we can…together’ he paused ‘come to some kind of accommodation…I owe it to my people’
The Countess just stood there for a moment…..in contemplation……her black stockinged legs, her knees and heels tightly together…….
Finally……
‘Never underestimate me Marshall…..my people are expecting me’ she turned on her heels…..all swagger…..turned her back and began to march……
Dr Zlobin nearly ran to open the door before the Countess smashed into it….…she made it just in time….the Countess walked straight through……
Dr Zlobin was right behind….the door was closed behind them both…..with a determined slam
The Marshall was left with his guards….his old friend Alexander before him…..he indicated to one of the Troopers
‘Get our exclaimed Ex Leader a chair’
Kornilov just stood there…like a fly in a web….and in a way he was
The Marshall looked at his wristwatch…his old faithful Army issue one….it had survived many a campaign …it would survive this one….he had time to kill now….let us begin this charade of civility
‘Alex my friend….tell me how you relax these days….are you still a good chess player’
Alexander Kornilov looked perplexed, he had expected threats…even violence…not this
‘Yes’ he said ‘I still play a good game’
‘Good’ said the Marshall, and from under the desk he produced a cheap board and a box of pieces
‘Let us have a quick game before we start the serious business……just like the old days Da!’
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was enjoying this then you killed them....great writing nevertheless ....
