When Sergei didn’t appear toting Madame Naumov, Madeleine almost got up to go back to the garage to see what was going on. She had been laying out several more unwound bundles of rope on the old couch next to Lila. The girl sat trembling, not daring to move even the slightest. She sighed, about to go and find out what the hassle of carrying a helpless bound woman was when he finally appeared, leading her by the shoulder. There were some streaks of dust on her black tights and leotard, and he had unbound her legs.<br/><br/>She gave him a look, clearly not amused, then cocked her head towards the couch. “Set her down there and take off her hood. Once I’m done tying her student a little more securely, we need to make a few things clear.”<br/><br/>She first stooped to redo the binds around her ankles, securing those powerful legs once again, then turned her attention back to Lila. Once she was sure Namov had full sight of her hooded, gagged, and bound student, her approach was methodical. It was the same tie as Naumov, rigging the same tie: rope above and below her breast, then cinched around the arms and elbows, and around the knees and ankles. Being that she was younger, she wasn’t quite as ‘filled out’ as Naumov was, but the rope still thrust her breasts out and pinched them slightly. Lila squirmed and let out a faint whimper when she threaded the crotchrope through her legs, slowly cinching it until it began to dig between her sex.<br/><br/>After completing the last knot, she checked her work, finding it satisfactory, then stood up and hooked a finger under Lila’s chin, tugging the spandex hood off. From her pocket, she withdrew her cell phone, switched to the camera, then cupped Madame Naumov’s chin.<br/><br/>“Look,” she said sternly, then snapped a picture of the instructor’s face. She moved to Lila, repeating the command so that both captive’s faces were stored on her phone, ready to send to Naumov’s husband.