Madeleine had to say she was pleasantly surprised with Sergei’s adaptability. She had thought to go and rummage the studio for a suitable stuffing, but what he provided was just what they needed. Perhaps he wasn’t going to be such a headstrong brute after all.<br/><br/>She took the wad of pink cotton, forgoing the thanks in favor for a more businesslike attitude, and with the help of Sergei, forced the girl into a sitting position. She was still recovering from the shock of the whole situation, not quite delirious, but plenty panicked, complete with tears and sobs. At the very least, the terror kept her complacent, but not complacent enough to remain quiet.<br/><br/>“The only thing wrong you did was scheduling tonight’s lesson with Madame Naumov,” she said in reply to her begs, and then stuffed the wad of cloth into her still speaking mouth against her sobs.<br/><br/>Sergei hadn’t exactly had the time to measure the volume of the girl’s mouth, and the ball of cotton fabric was thick and wide. It unraveled, as Madeleine worked it deeper into the cavity of her mouth, bits of the strip tumbling out from between her lips. She worked these back, pushing them into any spot they would go, even between her cheeks and teeth, making her cheeks bulge slightly.<br/><br/>Once satisfied that the packing wouldn’t go in any further, she started the roll of bandages, pressing the adhesive down over her mouth, then started to wind it around her head as she had with Madame Naumov. She was careful to make sure that they stretched from the bottom of her nose to over the cleft of her chin, so that no matter how hard she worked her jaw, the folds of bandages would remain secure. It was doubtful that with her mouth as full as it was she could open it further to work it loose, but Madeleine took pride in her thoroughness.<br/><br/>“Put her next to Naumov,” she told Sergei, after pressing down on the gag with her palms from all sides to make sure the adhesive sealed. “Give me a moment.”<br/><br/>She had spied what could only be the girl’s belongings in the foyer, and after a quick search, pulled out the two things she was looking for: a cell phone and a wallet. The phone was on, but after examining it, there were no recent calls, another relief. She hadn’t called the police, at least from that phone. She checked the wallet next, finally finding the name of the girl.<br/><br/>“Well, Lila Piper,” Madeleine said, casting the wallet and phone away after removing the latter’s battery as she returned to their captives, “I can’t say that I envy your luck. You very nearly spoiled a very delicate operation.”<br/><br/>It was amusing to see how similar they looked; bound, gagged, and huddled together in leotards, tights, and pink slippers. Nearly like mother and daughter. Perhaps in the transit to Maksim, she could find out just how close they were as student and teacher. She picked up her bag and settled down next to Naumov, unraveling a few more bundles of rope. To her dismay, to continue with her original plan, it would only leave a single bundle left for Lila…but no matter. With Sergei, they could keep an eye on both of them with no problem.<br/><br/>“You see,” she began, speaking more to both of them as she began to thread another double strand of rope around Naumov’s arms. “Quite a long time ago, Madame Naumov was happily married to a very important man in Russia named Maksim…”<br/><br/>The rope was anchored at her elbows, then wrapped around her upper body, first above her breasts, then below (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Harness.jpg), then over her shoulders and behind her neck. It pinched the fabric tightly over her bosom, a nice aesthetic while it was more practically used to pin her arms down. As an added bonus, Madeleine threaded a rope around her waist, then between her thighs, pulling it tightly up and secured it to her elbows so that it remained taught. The Madame’s trim buttocks immediately swallowed the tight crotchrope, and it worked between the folds of her sex from over the spandex leotard and tights.<br/><br/>“He paid my friend and I a very large amount of money to see her safe return back to Russia,” she finished, tying her legs together at the knees, and then her ankles with separate ropes right over her slipper ribbons, “because I think we all know that Madame Naumov is a very beautiful woman, and Maksim would hate for her to be going to waste while he could be enjoying her…”<br/>