Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 16:35:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 19pt;" class="bbc_size">Ballerinas and Bondage</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/BlackLetoard.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/BalletBondage.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/BlueLeotard.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Players</span></span><br>NileGoddess<br>DomShark<br>Ophelia Jaxon<br>ambrosial<br></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 01:25:49</strong>
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				Madame Naumov clapped lightly, and the chattering flock of young girls in her studio immediately quieted and rushed to the wooden bars along the mirrored walls. Although all under the age of ten years, they had been her students long enough to know what she expected from them once class began.<br><br>She made a tall, elegant figure in the center of the room, clad in a simple black leotard, her blonde hair bound in a bun at the nape of her neck. This late in the day, a few errant strands of hair had escaped confinement and made a wispy halo about her head. <br><br>The girls’ seasonal recital was coming up soon in a few weeks, and she led them through their warm-ups and drills, demonstrating the proper stretches along the barre, her shapely legs extending with practiced dexterity. Madame made the rounds to each girl in turn, correcting each plié and transition throughout the five positions.<br><br>“…Coupé,&nbsp; pas de bourrée…” Madame’s clear voice rang out as she led the young pupils through the basic movements of their recital routine, correcting their missteps with gentle suggestions. There was no need to be harsh, especially not with students so young.<br><br>***<br><br>“But I think the tutus would look <em>so</em> much better in bubblegum rather than baby pink…” The high-pitched voice of one of her students' mothers whined in Madame Naumov’s ear, the woman following her into her office after the final practice of the day. <br><br>“I’m sure you’re correct, Mrs. Moore.” Yelena was diplomatic, the faintest hint of a Russian accent coloring her words. “But we’ve already ordered the girls’ dresses; with the performance so close, it’s much too late to order new ones.”<br><br>A few more protests, and Mrs. Moore was directed outside, her mission unaccomplished. The ballet instructor fetched a bottle of water and took a quick bite of a granola bar from her office before returning to the practice room, ready to meet one of her older, most promising students for private lessons.
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				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 11:07:27</strong>
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				When Lila came home from school, she went straight to her room to change out of one uniform into another. She shrugged out of her clothing and traded it for light pink tights, and a strappy white leotard. Since she had to walk herself to the dance studio, Lila added a pair of cropped pink shorts and a loose one-shoulder cropped belly top, finishing it off with bright pink legwarmers. Once she was dressed and her long hair braided and twisted into a neat bun, she all but danced down the stairs, trainers on her feet and ballet shoes slung over her shoulder.<br><br>Before leaving she had to see her mother which always tended to put them both in a mood. As she did every day, she asked her mother if the letter had come in yet. It resulted in quite the row. Did she care about nothing else? Wasn't she going to stay home and share a meal with her mother? There were words spoken and rolling of eyes, her mother outlining a new diet to get rid of the imaginary fat on Lila's body. Nobody wants a chubby girl.<br><br>Lila ignored the confrontation as best she could and finally got the 'no. No mail came for you'. She let the other know that she would be home late and not to wait up, kissed her cheek, grabbed her ipod and left the house.<br><br>It was a good twenty minute walk to the studio.<br><br><br>Twenty minutes later Lila walked in, hair a little less perfect now do to the wind. She had gotten there just as the class was finishing so snuck into a side room to pull off her shorts, top, legwarmers and ipod, then changed her shoes. As she heard the studio being emptied, Lila moved into a few stretches, going from side splits to a center split, then frog legs, being sure to keep her pelvis firmly against the floor. She then went to the wall and lifted a leg straight up so she was doing a standing split. It took her a long time to get her balance right for that one so she didn't have to hold onto anything with her hands.<br><br>Finally when everything went quiet, Lila emerged. <br><br>"Good evening Madame" She said and walked straight to the barre.
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				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 12:44:55</strong>
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				Sergei had arrived early, as was his way, leaning against the brick walled building which housed the dance studio in question. He was waiting on the luxury car which he was told to expect at this address. Serge knew that his target was within, and he felt that on his own he could accomplish the task of subduing and extracting her without incident, but his superiors had insisted that he be accompanied by a supposed “professional” who specialized in abductions.<br><br>To Sergei, it felt like they were assigning him a babysitter.<br><br>Leaning against the building, Sergei smoked a cigarette leisurely, watching as a throng of children with their parents flooded out of the glass doors at the front of the building. The parents cast sidelong, judgmental glares in his direction, rushing their children across the street to keep them away from the frightening looking stranger who was clearly observing their departure from the building.<br><br>Sergei was dressed as he almost always was, in a pair of charcoal slacks with a matching custom tailored blazer. Under his coat, Sergei wore a black, silk, Armani shirt- decorated with golden graphics. He kept the shirt unbuttoned low enough to show off the top corner of his KGB tattoos, with a gold chain around his neck and his pistol in a leather holster under his coat.<br><br>The Russian stubbed out his cigarette under his alligator skin shoe when the black, luxury car pulled up to the curb. Sergei felt his jaw drop for just a moment as the abduction specialist stepped out, long legs clad in tight black stockings with an impossibly short skirt barely hiding her underwear.<br><br>“You must be Madeleine, yes?” Sergei asked, wrestling with his heavy Russian accent. “I am Sergei, pleasure to meet you.”<br><br>Sergei extended a hand to the woman, nodding toward the building.<br><br>“We go in through front, or in through back?” Sergei asked of Madeline as they finished making their introductions. “Perhaps you should move car into alley. Makes for easy extraction, yes?”<br><br>In his mind, Sergei spoke perfect English, having studied for many years while he was still in school. He had no idea how thick his accent was, much less how many modifiers he left behind as he continued to speak.<br><br>“We go inside now. Little children have gone.” Sergei proclaimed, reaching inside his jacket to grasp the handle of his wide-barreled pistol. “We capture Yelena, any who see our faces we kill. Yes?”<br><br>It sounded quite simple actually, in Sergei’s over-simplified, broken English- but the capture of Yelena Naumov would prove to be anything but. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 18:57:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A pleasure, Sergei,” Madeine replied, though it was a little dry as she noticed the glance at her form, especially her legs. She glanced over his shoulder, to the throngs of people exiting the dance studio. “I suggest we begin. We could draw a lot of attention by just standing here.” She didn’t add that it was<em> him</em> that would draw the attention. She was nothing more than an attractive woman in a blazer, skirt, and stockings, not a tattooed KGB agent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was one of Maksim’s goons, and having him along unnerved her slightly; not to the point where she felt nervous around him, but almost as if her employer didn’t trust her with the package. The mob boss had contacted her directly for the abduction, but insisted that he go along, which was something of an insult to her pride. As long as he did his job, however, she wasn’t going to make an issue of it. They needed the extra strength, after all, and he would be helpful if things became difficult.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Most of the cars had gone from the parking lot, most of them driven off by tired middle-class mothers toting one or more eager girls in tutus, though some were still making their way out of the building. It was the youngest, and last, practice that night. Mondays and Wednesdays ran until about seven with the children, with the intermediate class before, and Tuesdays and Thursdays went later with the oldest advanced dancers finishing the night off. Being that it was Wednesday, no one would be entering the studio after the class.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine had grown to appreciate the influence Madame Naumov had after casing both the studio and her apartment. The children that left the class with their mothers were certainly a handful outside, but inside, she worked with them while they were as disciplined as could be, almost as if they were mesmerized by her elegant form and movement. The intermediate class and advanced class, consisting of teens and young adults, were much more reserved, but held an intense focus when they left. The difference in attitude between child and young adult was amazing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slung over her shoulder was her handbag, made of leather and positively stuffed with various items they would need, including several hundred feet of rope and some ‘specialty’ items for the job. It was so full, in fact, that the sides actually bulged slightly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think the back would be best,” she said right away. “Less eyes watching, darker, and more private. I’ll move my car when we are ready to move her, when the sun has gone down a little more. People might see it just sitting there for a while if I move it too soon.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They made their way to the back alley as inconspicuously as possible, where the rear access door to the studio was. It was between two other offices in a small strip club on the edge of the suburbs. It was a nice enough neighborhood, and she had discovered the back door was usually kept unlocked during the day to allow for easy access to the dumpsters. She had Sergei open it, and sure enough, it swung right open. As she passed by him to step in first, Madeleine glanced at his hand as he grabbed his gun beneath his jacket, then looked at him warningly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Maksim wanted his wife back alive and intact, and leaving collateral damage behind is evidence that will make my job much harder…", she said quietly. "Guns are loud, and the last thing we want is attention. I suggest that if you intend on waving that around, you be very careful with who it’s pointed at, and that it doesn’t go off.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stepped into the back hall, walking carefully on the balls of her feet to avoid a loud click in her high heels, then motioned for Sergei to follow her when the way was clear. The layout was simple and small, which made sneaking in difficult with not a lot of places to hide. There was the main studio, wide open with hardwood floors and mirrored walls, a small front lobby with a coat closet and a bathroom, and the short back hallway with the Madame’s office and a small storage closet. She heard voices coming from the front of the studio, one of which was Madame Naumov’s spiced accent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The office was unlocked, so she stepped in, then shut the door after Sergei followed, leaving the lights off. Her typical routine, Madeleine observed, seemed to be to lock up and tidy things up before coming back to change, and she would never expect them to be waiting right in her office. She’d be all alone. They would keep her nice and quiet until it got later, then move her. Sergei had a plan for covering their tracks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Alright Sergei,” she purred softly in the dark lighting, unzipping her hand bag to pull out a bundle of rope, working the knot loose with her long fingernails. “When Madame Naumov enters, you need to keep her absolutely silent until I can gag her, but I need to tie her arms first.” She raised an eyebrow. “And I don’t have to remind you that she’s an accomplished dancer; I’m sure she’s quite flexible. Once I have her fully bound, she will be harmless enough, but until then, be careful.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 23:36:18</strong>
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				Setting the bottle of water on a small stool in the corner of the room, Madame Naumov turned and smiled at Lila as she entered. “Good evening, Lila. I hope you weren’t not caught in the…” She paused a brief moment, searching for the correct term; although she had been speaking primarily English for nearly two decades, there was still some nuances and turns of phrase that eluded her. She found the term she was searching for, and continued on. <br><br>“…in the ‘traffic jam’ in the hallway?” Yelena chuckled lightly. “It is close to the children’s recital, and they are very excited.” She tucked an errant wisp of hair behind her ear, her clear blue eyes carefully watching Lila’s warm-up movements for technique. “Did you still want to practice the scene from <em>Giselle</em>? We can go over your grand jeté, if you’d like.”<br><br>It was an advanced move, from a technically challenging ballet. But Lila was one of her best and most driven students. If the young woman wanted to push herself, Madame Naumov would help her reach her goals. It was her job, after all. And she remembered having that same drive to excel when she’d begun to dance.<br><br>But what she had forgotten that day was the CD of music from the ballet. Leaving it behind in her office would prove a simple mistake with big consequences.
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				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 10:00:33</strong>
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				Sergei’s lip curled back from his gold tooth when Madeline chided him for brandishing his gun like he were a child. He despised being treated like a child, almost as much as he despised sneaking around like they were. It was a forty-something, dance instructor they were hunting, not a feral tiger. Serge tried to view this as a learning experience, viewing Madeline as a tutor in the art of human abduction.<br><br>As the two would-be abductors hid in the darkened office, Sergei felt a shiver run down his spine when Maddie whispered close to his ear. He couldn’t help his feelings toward her, any more than he could stop the blood flowing into his groin, more with every word she purred.<br><br>“I am not afraid of old woman dancer. You, though, ought be afraid to talk to me like small child.” Sergei warned, his voice hushed as well. “I not like working with partner any more than you, but if we respect one another, we get along fine. Yes?”<br><br>After Sergei trailed off, he heard Yelena’s voice from within the studio. He cracked open the door just a fraction of an inch, peering out to see who she could have been talking to. Though he couldn’t see who it was she was addressing, Sergei could see Yelena. She was already walking toward the office door.<br><br>The Russian gangster waived his hand at Madeline, indicating that she should hide before their target arrived. Lifting his gun up above his shoulder, Sergei pressed himself against the wall on the&nbsp; side that the door would open to, allowing him to stay hidden until Yelena would close the office door behind herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 11:05:47</strong>
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				Lila smiled at Madame Naumov and shook her head. "No, well...yes, but I could squeeze through easily enough. I remember when I was young. I had already decided that I was going to be a world famous dancer and at that age doing that one recital...well that was like doing it in front of the world" She smiled thinking back. Might have laughed, but Lila rarely did.<br><br>"Mmm. Yes. Thank you so much for taking extra time to help me get it right. You don't know how much it means to me. I'm still waiting on my letter." She couldn't help but pout a little. "If they call me for an audition, I don't want anything to go wrong. My whole life depends on it!" Of course her life didn't -really- depend on it, but for a teenaged girl, it sure as hell felt like it.<br><br>"Madame? Is it alright if I put my legwarmers on? It was kind of cold walking here and I've not thawed out yet."<br><br>Lila knew her instructor wouldn't say no, so she headed toward the small changing area even as she spoke, then disappeared from sight to put them on.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 01:59:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine shrugged off Sergei’s comment with her shoulders, followed by a casual flick of her finger as she undid the last of the knot on the bundle of rope. The smooth, bendable weave of the rope was supple against her smooth skin, almost arousing. It helped to have a bondage fetish when you specialized in kidnapping; it wasn’t by chance that some of her ties were somewhat erotic…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At any rate, she didn’t reply. More noise meant a great possibility of being discovered, and it wasn’t like she disagreed with Sergei. His presence was a little uncomfortable, and she had her own associates that worked flawlessly with her, but it wasn’t her to start petty squabbles over business. She just figured she would pass on some advice. Whether he took it or not remained up to him. Again, as long as it didn’t interfere with their job, she had no qualms.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madame Naumov’s voice sounded from the hall again, sounding like she was talking to some of the remaining parents and children, but she heard the soft satin patter of slippers against the floor when Sergei motioned for her. Madeleine slipped her bag off her shoulder, holding the first bundle of rope between her hands as she took up position silently next to him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:46:20</strong>
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				“Of course, Lila. You are an excellent student, and I’m sure you will succeed.” The teenage girl’s enthusiasm for dance brought a smile to Yelena’s lips, but a protective instinct urged her to issue a gentle piece of advice. “Do not stress yourself too much though about being accepted. You must be confident.” <br><br>The dance instructor really did worry that Lila pushed herself too hard; perhaps it wasn’t her place, but she couldn’t help worrying about her. She nodded her permission as the girl headed toward the changing room, calling after her.<br><br>“I think I left the music in my office. I’ll be back.”<br><br>Madame Naumov headed towards her office, down the hall from the bathrooms and studio proper. She was distracted as she entered, mentally trying to remember where the practice CD had ended up in the bustle of students, mothers, and package delivery men wandering into the office and the subsequent flurry of paperwork and boxes that found themselves on her desk.<br><br>It was a tight fit in the small room, and she would have to close the door behind her to squeeze around her desk and reach the drawers.
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				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 09:18:55</strong>
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				Sergei smiled through the darkness as Madeline slid into the tight corner with him. When he heard Yelena's hand touch the knob Sergei's fist gripped tighter on the ornate handle of his cane. The thrill of this sort of hunt was unique, the same erotic rush of adrenaline without the cold grasp of mortal fear. This was different than his typical jobs, where the target was likely armed and always dangerous, Sergei doubted Yelena was much of either.<br><br>The door swung open slowly and Serge subtly used his foot to stop the door from swinging all the way to the wall. As the lights clicked on, Sergei pushed the door shut gently. In unison with the bolt of the door clicking shut, Sergei pulled back the hammer on his pistol and lifted it into view without exactly pointing it. That metallic sound of gears locking and chambers aligned had a unique ability to grab people's attention, even in the loudest surroundings.<br><br>"Yelena Naumov, I presume." Sergei said assertively, leaning on his cane as he stepped forward. "Please, do not scream or try to run. It would be shame if I had to start shooting spare holes in such a pretty face."<br><br>Sergei gestured toward the cluttered desk with his pistol as he stepped closer to Yelena, still blocking the door.<br><br>"Bend over. She will tie you. Or you could try to cry out and I will bash out your teeth." Sergei warned as he allowed Madeline room to do her work. "Who else is here? If you lie, I will kill whoever is as soon as I find them."<br><br>Sergei smiled as he said the word <em>kill</em>. His gold tooth gleamed as he did so. It was quite a show actually, watching Madeline work with the restraints. Sergei made no attempt to hide his own version of a standing ovation.
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 20:43:34</strong>
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				Yelena’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of the gun cocking, an instant rush of adrenaline surging through her veins.&nbsp; It was a threatening noise, that she knew without seeing its source. She whirled around with a dancer’s speed, her mind still not comprehending what the threat was until Sergei and Madeline came into view.<br><br>The scream died in her throat; she was too startled to speak, her eyes darting from the gun to the cane and the bundle of rope in the woman’s hands. The frightened hammering of her heart was obvious in the pulse point at her throat, in her quickened breaths, and the shaky tone of her voice when she spoke. <br><br>“Who..who are you?” Madame Naumov backed up against the desk, mentally trying to recall if there was anything on the desk she could reach and use for a weapon. <em>Phone, stapler, computer keyboard, framed picture of her most recent “graduating class”….No, no, all useless.</em> And Sergei blocked the door…There was no escape.<br><br>The dance instructor’s thoughts immediately leapt next to Lila with Sergei’s prodding. Whatever was going on here (Sergei’s accent of course brought her homeland to mind. <em>Was it Maksim? Had he finally found her?</em>), the girl had no part in it. <br><br>“No…” she shook her head, swallowing hard. “I am here alone.”&nbsp; Yelena mentally urged Lila to stay out of view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 22:31:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine stepped forward and cleared her throat, letting the bundle fall free in drapes as she found the ends. “I believe my associate requested something, Madame Naumov. If you would be so courteous as to do what we say, perhaps we can avoid hurting you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was something to be appreciated, that was certain, and it was easy to see why Maksim wanted her back. Madeleine hoped she could maintain a form and image like that of Madame Naumov. She was simply elegant, with long legs and a toned body within a form fitting leotard and tights. Her golden blond hair was tucked in a disciplined bun, and her bright blue eyes stared back at them apprehensively. It was hard to believe she was pushing middle-aged; she hadn’t changed much from the young woman in the last photograph Maksim had shown them. Her light accent added an exotic nature about her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced to Sergei, then nodded towards Naumov. “Hold her down against the desk.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What they didn’t know was how wily she was. She seemed sweet and innocent enough, but Madeleine knew better than to take second chances. Yes, Sergei had a gun, but they couldn’t use it on her. “<em>Alive and unspoiled</em>” were Maksim’s exact words, and she doubted he would appreciate it if Sergei followed up on bashing her teeth. However, she didn’t know that, so they had to keep up the intimidation, at least until she was trussed up, as well as a measure of deception. Let her think this was a simple robbery; if she realized what their true intentions were, she could turn wild with panic and cause a scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 00:31:30</strong>
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				Sergei’s smile slid into a snarl, his lips curling back from his gold tooth in sincere disdain. She had lied to him, there had to be consequences for this. Despite his threat, Yelena didn’t fear reprisal, this made Sergei’s blood boil. When Madeline instructed Sergei to hold her down, he was all to happy to comply.<br><br>With his expensive, alligator shoe, Sergei kicked Yelena’s inner calves hard, one then the other. He spread her legs open and pushed the barrel of his gun in among her hair where the bruises wouldn’t show. He used the gun to push her face down to the desk, leaning on her with the pistol. If she had been a man, he would have bashed her face against the desk, but for now, the painful pressure of the gun barrel would have to be consequence enough.<br><br>“You lie, Yelena. I warned you not to lie to me.” Sergei hissed, lips flicking lightly over the outer shell of Yelena’s ear. “Now you will bear the consequences when I find whoever you were talking to. That person’s blood will be on your hands.”<br><br>As he whispered into her ear, Sergei slid his hand over the spandex material clinging to her body. His hand moved down the small of her back to glide over the toned cheeks of her ass. He delivered a solid, loud spank to one cheek before sinking his fingers into the flesh and squeezing.<br><br>“I’m going to find whoever it is you are covering for, and when I do, I’m going to shove this gun down their throat and pull the trigger. You will only have yourself to blame then.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 19:31:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine stepped up next to Sergei while he held Madame Naumov down. He lacked subtlety, plain and simple, but as long as he restrained from giving her an occasional bruise, it would have to do. She gave him a warning raise of her eyebrow, a reminder of just who their package was, and more importantly, who their employer was.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rope was a very fine weave, only slightly bigger than the width of a clothesline, and a flexible mix of nylon and cotton designed to hug curves and contours, but, oddly as it sounded, be comfortable against the skin. Though deceptively thin, when coiled and wrapped many times, it may as well have be steel. It worked around the Madame’s wrists easily, holding them together tightly behind her back. The wrists were the most important part; without the arms, a captive’s ability to fight back would be greatly reduced, though they were far from helpless.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She worked a lark’s head around her wrists, wrapping the rope several times around before cinching it around the binding, then knotted it tightly where her fingers couldn’t even graze it, then fetched another bundle and repeated the treatment to her elbows, cinching both of her arms tightly together with the white rope. Both ties made neat, but tight little cuffs that lay flush against her skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While she might have been gentler than Sergei about it, Madeleine wouldn’t have minded a feel of Madame Naumov. The black spandex leotard and matching tights might have been a simple workout attire, but her bare arms and the form fitting clothing only highlighted her elegant features further. There would be time for that later; Maksim wouldn’t mind some simple caresses on their transit back to Russia.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her arms securely bound behind her, Madeleine returned to her purse, and took out two more objects: a roll of Ace bandages and a large, round sponge.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Stand her up,” she told Sergei, returning to his side. “As much as I would like to trust you to not scream for help, Madame Naumov, I’m afraid we simply can’t take that chance.” When Sergei pulled her back upright and standing, she lifted the sponge before her lips. “Open your mouth.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 04:09:14</strong>
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				Madeleine’s polite, cultured tones were even more alarming than the forceful physicality behind Sergei’s threats.&nbsp; It hinted at a secret cruelty lurking behind that measured façade, and her calm commands to her male accomplice made Yelena’s heart beat even faster.<br><br>An agile dancer though she may have been, Madame Naumov was <em>not</em> a close-combat fighter, and she knew it.&nbsp; Violence had never been a natural part of her personality - one of the (many) conflicts she and Maksim had.&nbsp; There was no way she could overpower them both - or even one of them - and she knew it. And her odds of escape now with Sergei blocking the door, and the door closed, were poor. <em>But…</em> perhaps complying now would give her a chance to make a break for it later. Maybe she could shimmy out of her bonds later…maybe. <br><br>It seemed her only shot.<br><br>She said nothing but gasped in surprise and pain as Sergei forced her over the desk, a book of receipts crashing to the floor.&nbsp; Yelena knew she would likely suffer for it, but a terrified, cornered animal fights back, so she kicked out behind her, blindly towards Sergei’s body.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure what she’d hit, and the angle weakened the force of her kick, but it gave her some small satisfaction to lash out, however futilely.<br><br>His slap against her leotard-clad cheek was answered by a curse in Russian - “Asshole!” - and even though Sergei might have held her firmly in place, Yelena was far from still, squirming to make Madeleine’s job as difficult as possible. When she was turned around, she glared at the woman and spat out that most universal of insults. “You <em>bitch.</em>”<br><br>There was nothing she could do to prevent being gagged though, but she twisted her head and struggled to keep her mouth closed, determined to be as troublesome as possible...and to to hopefully give Lila enough time to flee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 08:14:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t as if Madeleine expected Madame Naumov to surrender without a fight. Being called a bitch was one of the more pleasant terms she had been coined during an abduction. Over the years, she had heard some colorful dialogue, ranging from trivial things like her appearance, all the way to things about her father and mother. It was almost always foul, and almost always unbefitting of them. In any other instance, she couldn’t imagine the ballet instructor – who had so patiently worked to sculpt the children that had left – call anyone a bitch. In the end, it didn’t matter. The gag always went in, and words were simply that. Words.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; There were plenty of ways to force a subject to open their mouths; it depended on many things, ranging from the situation, the type of gag, and even the person themselves. However, they were alone after hours, so they had a little time to work. She withdrew the sponge ball, cocking it back by her ear as if amused, then glanced at Sergei.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Cover her mouth nice and tightly,” she said, then reached out and pinched the Madame’s nose between her thumb and forefinger. “I think Madame Naumov will reconsider when she turns a little blue.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 22:42:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lila took longer than expected, as soon as she pulled her leg warmers on, she had to go to the bathroom, which meant going to the toilet, pulling off her top, then pulling down the leotard and tights, doing her business, then pulling everything up again, then washing her hands. <br><br>Finally she was ready, and humming a tune from the Nutcracker as she headed back into the studio where surprisingly, Lila found herself to be alone. Madame must have really misplaced that CD, Lila would talk her daddy into buying the woman an ipod with accessories for Christmas, she'd whine to him and tell him if he buttered up her instructor then she might just get the lead...Not that such things would weigh on the decision making.<br><br>During her wait, Lila went through some more stretches, using the barre to keep her muscles in check. Time was ticking on, not that Lila was in a hurry to get home, but the later it got, the colder the walk home would be...and it isn't really the safest neighbourhood to saunter around in after dark. A lot of shady characters about.<br><br>Lila couldn't wait any longer and decided to go give Madame a hand. Four eyes and better than two. So, she headed toward the office. here were voices. Lila couldn't make out any of the words, but it seemed like Madame was busy...Probab;y a couple parents come back to whine about their daughters role in the recital, or the colour of the costumes.<br><br>Not wanting to fully interrupt, Lila thought she'd just open the door a little just to remind Madame she was still there. So, Lila's hand reached out and wrapped around the door handle and she turned it slowly and opened the door just a little bit to have a peak. Her eyes went wide when she glanced at the happenings inside the room. Her mouth opened to scream, but quickly her free hand covered it.<br><br>She had to call the police. Oh god! What the heck? Lila let go of the door, turned on her heels and ran.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:32:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei let out a muffled grunt as Yelena thrashed back with her leg. She couldn’t have aimed it very well, but just by dumb-luck, she struck Sergei in his most sensitive target zone. Her athletic leg thrashed back blindly, yet managed to hit him square in the grapes. He ground his teeth together and leaned harder on Yelena to try and keep from shouting as that dull ache crept up into the pit of his stomach.<br><br><em>“Fucking Bitch!”</em> Sergei swore in his native tongue, joining Yelena in her chorus of multicultural swearing. “I’ll pay you back for that too.”<br><br>When Madeline began the process of forcing a gag in, Sergei was all too pleased to yank Yelena up by her hair and seal his palm over her mouth. Sergei propped her head up off the table, by sliding the barrel of the pistol under her chin as his free hand slid over her mouth. After positioning himself out of kicking range, Sergei pressed up against Yelena’s backside and sank his teeth into her earlobe slowly.<br><br>Just as they seemed to be making progress with the gag, Sergei heard the turning of hinges, the doorknob turning slowly and the door swinging open just a bit. The Russian glared back, just in time to make eye contact for just a moment before the unwelcome observer tried to flee.<br><br>“Shit! Hold this bitch!” Sergei shouted at Madeline before dashing away from the table, as fast as he could with his limp. “Stop right there!”<br><br>Serge slammed the door open with his shoulder and hobbled after the girl who had fled, thrashing out with his hand to try and grab her by the neat golden bundle of hair at the back of her head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 00:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yelena was, by nature, a very gentle soul, and she knew it. She couldn’t even bring herself to raise her voice at the students (and she personally believed it was detrimental to their development as dancers and as people), but still, she felt a secret spark of pride at Sergei’s outburst of angry Russian. It was proof her blind kick had connected with a vulnerable spot, and, more importantly, that she wasn’t completely powerless.<br><br>Her glimmer of perceived success and power was dimmed as soon as he clamped his palm over her mouth. Madame Naumov panicked at the feel of his gun pressing into the sensitive flesh of her chin and the insistent hardness of his erection against her ass. Struggle though she may, there was no denying Madeleine’s logic. She had to breath at some point, and when she gasped for that terrified breath, they were ready, the sponge ball thrust into her mouth.<br><br>Being gagged left her feeling completely helpless, and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. But this feeling was nothing compared to the fear that surged within her when Lila opened the door and Sergei leapt to pursue.<br><br>“Mmmmf!” was the only warning the gagged Madame was able to offer her student.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 02:08:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was important to instill a sense of inevitability in an abductee, Madeleine theorized. No matter what they tried, or what little they accomplished, it must be shown that it would all be fruitless. That’s why denying her air was such an effective means of gagging her; Madame Naumov could fight it, but she had to breathe sometime, and sure enough, her eyes grew wide, her skin flushed soon. A few seconds after she began to toss her head, Madeleine nodded to Sergei, who released his hand, but she kept her nose pinched.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madame Naumov gasped desperately, and at that same moment, Madeleine stuffed the sponge ball in her mouth. It was much larger than the cavity of her mouth, but her strong, slender fingers worked it in deep. The sponge compressed, but expanded, pressing down on her tongue and filling the back of her throat. Once it was settled behind her teeth to her satisfaction, Madeleine held it there with her palm, a small tuft of it sticking out from between her lips, and started the edge of bandages with her fingernails.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wrapped it around her head quickly twice, the hasty spin to keep her from forcing the sponge out any further, but she wrapped the third more carefully, so that the bandage lay flush against her mouth and cheeks. The same went with the fourth, and fifth, and sixth…finally, on the seventh wrap, the roll ran out, and Madeleine carefully pressed the end of the bandage against her cheek until it stuck, then pressed her palms firmly on all sides of Madame Naumov’s face to ensure it stuck tightly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine smiled coolly at the defeated expression in her eyes, the gag encompassing from the bottom of her nose down to her chin. But her browed furrowed when Naumov’s eyes looked past her, and she let out a muffled cry from behind the gag. She snapped her head to follow her direction, blonde hair spinning in a small arc just in time to see a flash of movement at the door, which had cracked open.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sergei swore and jumped at the door, and per his order, she grabbed Naumov by her bound arms holding her tightly against her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 00:02:33</strong>
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				The things that were going through poor Lila's head were all jumbled up, even though it really wasn't much she was thinking except. OhGodOhGodOhGod. Get to the phone. Run. Oh God! Somewherein the very back of her head she was praying that her dancers legs could get her to either the front door or to her phone before anyone caught up to her.<br><br>When she fled she knew that one of those people were on her heels. She just had to be quicker. Her braid fell from the bun she had wrapped it into, and as she was about to leap over a little stool, she let out a scream and actually fell back against the man as he grabbed her messy bun.<br><br>Not thinking...Or maybe she was thinking. In either case, her elbow shot back quick and hard to try and get him in the gut. It might just give her the opportunity she needed. The front door wasn't too far away now. Had Madame Yelena locked it? They couldn't be -that- unlucky surely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 06:58:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei was glad that he managed to grasp the young girl’s hair before she made it into the studio proper. As she tried to leap over a stool in the way, he was able to yank her back by her long golden locks and pull her against his chest. He slid the arm holding his gun over her throat to hold her securely to his chest, but she wasn’t going to give up easy. The girl swung her elbow back and caught him solidly in his muscular stomach, temporarily knocking the wind out of him.<br><br>As Serge gasped for air, he wrapped his other arm around the girl’s slender arms, pinning them to her side as his forearm crossed just below her generous bust line. He gasped to refill his lungs and squeezed Lila’s slender frame with all the strength in his arms and shoulders. He continued to bear-hug the fight out of her until his wind returned.<br><br>“Where did you think you were going Golden-Hair?” Sergei whispered into Lila’s ear, lightly brushing a lock of stray hair behind her ear with his nose.<br><br>The pistol slid slowly up Lila’s chest to park under her chin as Sergei lifted her slender body up off the ground, carrying her into the middle of the dance studio.<br><br>“Running away is a good way to get shot in the back.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 04:52:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Madame Naumov fought back the urge to hyperventilate in panic, forcing herself to recall that she was <em>not</em> being strangled or choked to death. She could still breath, even if the gag did prevent her speech and press uncomfortably against her tongue.<br><br>As Sergei dashed after her young student, Yelena’s mind leapt into action, trying to calculate if it was worth it to try breaking free of Madeline’s hold. Sure, she could still use her legs, but how far could she go without the use of her arms? She wouldn’t be able to turn any knobs on the doors and…<br><br><em>Oh, God, no…</em><br><br>The front door.<br><br>She’d locked it, per her normal routine, after all the students and parents had officially left - except for Lila.<br><br>Lila, who was now locked in with that sick <em>bastard</em> after her.<br><br>Ironic that the security measure was now a threat. When had it all gone wrong?<br><br>Yelena struggled against Madeline’s grasp, realizing full well there was no real hope of escape. But maybe she could squirm free long enough to catch a glimpse of Lila’s fate. She had to see, had to know what was going on in that hallway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 05:34:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was either Madame Naumov’s choking reflex, rising panic, or a combination of the two that caused her struggling. Madeleine carefully held herself tight against her side, one arm hooked around her bound arms, the other gripping her upper arm. All the while she was wary off those long, strong dancer legs that had earned a quick, cheap blow to Sergei minutes before. They looked soft and elegant in black tights, but she would rest easy once they were securely tethered together.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A particularly hard tug from Naumov set her off balance slightly on her high heels. Madeleine squeezed her arm a little tighter. “Sit still,” she hissed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hoped Sergei would be smart about things; subdue whoever it was who saw them, then bring them back so they could keep them quiet. She could hear the sounds of a scuffle past the hall, then a woman’s scream. If things got any louder, they could start attracting attention.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 09:31:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand at her throat sent a new wave of panic through the girl and her body started twisting, wiggling like a worm. Her elbow had hit home, but the man's reaction wasn't what she had expected. She had thought he'd let her go in order to recover, but instead he hugged her slim frame, his arms squeezing at her.<br><br>Lila imagined this was what it felt like for a mouse to be squeezed by a Boa constrictor. She managed to struggle a little while longer, feet kicking at his legs, but the harder he squeezed, the less movement she did until she stopped completely. There were tears of frustration now making their way down her pale cheeks. Was he to crush her to death? Lila didn't doubt that he could do it.<br><br>One final act of resistance. When Sergei whispered making her skin crawl, Lila threw back her head in an attempt to make contact with his face or chin using the back of her head. Then she screamed. An ear shattering scream that only lasted seconds. There was a gun pressed against her skin. Lila's body trembled just a little against his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 21:53:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei hissed as he wrestled to keep Lila still, she certainly wasn’t making it easy on herself, much less him, but then again he guessed that was kind of the point. She whipped her head back and landed a lucky shot to the bridge of his nose, knocking his head back and causing him to lose his grip for a moment. As he smelled iron, blood began to flow easily from his nose, staining his expensive shirt. The momentary lapse in concentration allowed the young girl to fill her lungs and scream.<br><br>Such things would not be tolerated.<br><br>When he was finally able to clear the cobwebs, Sergei grabbed frantically at Lila’s body to stop her thrashing any more and came up with a handful of her young, full breast. Rather than getting flustered and letting go, Serge just squeezed down, using all the strength in his powerful hand and forearm to sink in his fingers and cause her pain. He hunched forward, bending Lila in half and making her a smaller package to handle.<br><br>“Now, you will stop fighting me.” Sergei demanded, pressing his gun against her temple now, blood still dribbling down his face. “Otherwise I will start throwing punches. Understand?”<br><br>When Sergei felt confident that she did understand he stood back up and shoved Lila against the mirrored wall where the warm-up bars were mounted. He places the barrel of his gun against her lips, for the first time looking her up and down, leering lasciviously at her young, fit, nubile body.<br><br>“Open your mouth.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 18:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lila let out a cry as the stranger dug fingers into her soft tender breast. It was easy for him to bend her, she'd realized there was no where to go. She might be fast, but he was faster and bigger.<br><br>The girl nodded, lips trembling and silent tears making their way down her pale cheeks. The barrell of the gun against her temple had her small frame trembling. She nodded when asked if she understood. Lila could imagine the impact a punch from him would cause and she didn't fancy and bruises.<br><br>As he stood, she stood, the shove had her stumbling, but Lila was quick to right herself. The small of her back hit the barre causing discomfort. She glanced at the door longingly just as the cold steel touched her lips.<br><br>She was hesitant to part her lips, her eyes roamed up his body, ot with any hint of desire, but in calculation. Would there be a weak spot to the man? Perhaps if she were to kick out one of her dancers legs and hit the target that was a weak point to all men...How quick would the lead of a bullet pierce her flesh then?<br><br>Her mouth opened and her eyes closed. Silently she prayed to wake up. Knowing it wasn't but hoping it was...Just a dream.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 01:20:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei smiled as Lila finally complied with his demand, opening her mouth to allow the wide barrel of his pistol into her mouth. He stopped short of gagging her with the gun barrel, but he held it there in her mouth as he leaned his face down into her soft blonde hair, breathing deeply of her scent.<br><br>“Золотые Волосы… '' Sergei muttered softly, a Russian phrase that means “Golden Hair”.<br><br>Sergei leaned his hip against the bar, next to Lila’s body, to alleviate the pressure on his bad hip. Once he was comfortable he gently slid his palm up against her cheek, brushing away her tears with his thumb. His hand traveled slowly down her throat, and down her chest, slowly as ever, his face still buried in her hair. At last he wrapped his hand gently around the breast he’d squeezed viciously a moment ago. He lifted his head, calling over his shoulder.<br><br>“Madeline! Bring that bitch out here. I want her to see what happens, because she lied.” Sergei called into the back before staring deep into Lila’s eyes, gold tooth flashing in his sinisterly confident smirk. “Just hold still Little Golden. It will all be over soon.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 06:45:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine winced for a couple of reasons. One was that he called out, loudly. The cloak and dagger approach she had planned for the abduction was quickly turning much noisier than she had hoped. The second was that he used her name, again, loudly. While it was only the name she used most frequently, the less ears that heard it, the better. Lastly, she didn’t like what he was insinuating. Instilling terror and intimidation were one thing, but the less of a mess, the better.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nonetheless, if it would get him to at least quiet down, she could easily tote Madame Naumov into the next room. Hopefully, the studio was now empty save for their second visitor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Move,” she snapped to her gagged hostage, hooking her arm around her bound arms and pushing her towards the door. To punctuate her insistence, Madeleine gave her ass a nice, sharp slap. The black tights dulled the sound, but it was a nice bounce off Naumov’s trim backside. On the way out, she scooped up her handbag, still brimming with rope.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had happened too fast to get a good look at who was in the studio with them, but Madeleine finally saw when she pushed Madame Naumov into the open room ahead of her. She saw the pink and thought it was one of the little girls from before, but then realized that she was considerably older, likely in her middle teens. Her leotard was white, her tights pink with a rather tacky pair of legwarmers on over her ankles. Her blonde hair was mussed, in a loose braid.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sergei had his hands all over her lithe body up against the barre and mirrored wall, as he had taken the liberty with Naumov, but what disturbed her more was that he had his gun shoved into her mouth. Madeleine stopped with Madame Naumov just inside the room, looking apprehensive. If he made of mess of things, she would be having a chat with Maksim when they handed his wife over, and she would demand double the already hefty payment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 23:12:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The wince that briefly contorted Madeleine’s pretty features was not lost on Madame Naumov - after all, in her current position, all she <em>could</em> do was watch. And so she noticed. Was there some conflict between this woman and her lackey? The ballet instructor couldn’t be sure (she didn’t want to read weakness where there was none), but maybe it would give her an opportunity to escape somehow. Or perhaps Madeleine just hated the sound of Sergei’s shouts or the idea of dealing with another captive. Or maybe Yelena was just imagining it.<br><br>She didn’t have much time to ponder the issue, as Madeleine was soon prodding her along, and even though the blonde resisted briefly, she really had no choice but to cooperate. Another hand slapping her ass annoyed her, but the feeling was answered with a twinge in her loins. <em>Just fear,</em> she told herself. <em>It was just fear. But everything would work out somehow…</em><br><br>Yelena’s silent litany of “Please, God, let Lila be all right” was interrupted when they entered the studio proper, the array of mirrors multiplying the terrible image in front of them: Lila, the thug’s gun in her mouth.<br><br>She screamed, the sound muffled by the gag, tears now streaming down her face. Yelena shook her head in furious denial, as if she could will the scene away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 16:42:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lila was afraid she was going to have a heart attack. The beating inside the cage of her ribs was so fierce that she could imagine the heart just giving out, running out of power like an over used battery. As the gun pressed into her mouth, she couldn't stop her teeth from scraping the metal, it sent a shiver down her spine.<br><br>He spoke, but she didn't understand the words, it was a struggle to keep her eyes closed, but she managed to keep her lids firmly shut. Wishing she could pretend to be somewhere else. Then his hand was on her cheek and Lila pressed herself harder against the barre head against the mirror, causing her body to arch backwards as she tried to shy away from his touch.<br><br>As his hand began to lower, Lila held her breath, his face in her hair. Hand on her breast, he'd be able to feel her trembling.<br><br>Eyes opened once more as the man shouted to someone. Madeline. Maybe this Madeline would save her. Of course she would. She was a woman and wouldn't want to see another female in this sort of...situation.<br><br>The thoughts of being saved were quickly squished when she saw the Madame being pushed ahead of the Madeline. Her eyes, now looking huge in her pale face stared at Yelena. As the muffled scream was heard in the echoey room, Lila finally felt completely and utterly helpless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 02:36:45</strong>
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				Sergei smiled over his shoulder as the muted sound of Madame Naumov’s scream reached him. She remembered what he’d said, and she now knew that he’d meant it. He hadn’t made up his mind for himself as to whether or not this lovely, young, blonde would suffer the ultimate consequence for Yelena’s deceit, but for now it was enough that Yelena thought she would.<br><br>“No? No? Why shaking your head, no? You chose Yelena. I told what would happen if you lied, and you did. It’s your foolish rebellion that will cost this pretty one her life.” Sergei told Yelena, matter of factly as his fingers traveled down her stomach, following the lines of lean muscle just below the spandex of her leotard. “It’s a shame, really. When I could have found ways to amuse myself with her, otherwise.”<br><br>Suddenly, Sergei’s hand left Lila’s body to grab the loose braid of hair, falling apart at the back of her head. Using the pistol and her hair, Sergei turned toward Yelena and tackled Lila to the ground. He didn’t slam her down or hurt her deliberately, but he left little opportunity for her to resist.<br><br>Moving swiftly, Sergei dragged Lila across the hard-wood floor, her soft tights allowing her to slide easily without friction. Sergei laid Lila just below Madame Naumov, forcing her to look up into the older woman’s eyes. The gun was still in her mouth and Sergei released her hair to grasp tightly around her throat.<br><br>“You should apologize, Yelena. Apologize for costing this girl her life, with your half-hearted lies and your selfish desire to abandon your family. Try to explain to her why it doesn’t matter what she says or what she would promise me, because you betrayed her when you betrayed me.” Sergei insisted, his face just inches from Yelena’s, not even looking at Lila. “And most importantly, say goodbye. I told you I would.”<br><br>Just as promised, Sergei squeezed the trigger on his pistol until the hammer came down on an empty chamber.<br><br><em>Click!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 18:10:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine gave an annoyed sigh. “Honestly,” she muttered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All that drama, and all that loud build up, had only amounted to a simple taunt and scare tactic with an empty gun. They could have used their time and advantage more practically. Had the threat been real, she wasn’t sure how it could have traumatized Naumov further. However, Madeleine was relieved that he didn’t just spray the walls and mirror with the girl’s head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pressed Madame Naumov against the mirror and bar, pushing down on her shoulders until she forced her roughly to a sitting position. “Stay put and be quiet,” she said sternly to the weeping woman. “It would be a shame for one of us to actually have hurt you or the girl.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With another brisk sigh, she turned towards Sergei and the girl. “Hold her while I tie her up, and keep her quiet,” she ordered, glaring slightly at him in irritation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She grabbed a bundle of rope from her handbag, and then grabbed a second one, quickly unwinding the first and going through her methodical combing to make sure it wasn’t tangled. The tie would have to be quick; there was still a lot of work to be done on Madame Naumov. For as much as Maksim was paying them, she wanted to be absolutely sure that she couldn’t get up and just walk away. First though, she had to deal with the girl.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Sergei held her, she pushed her wrists behind her back, then started coiling the rope around them as she had done moments before. It wasn’t as stringent as Naumov’s; she allowed her elbows to bend, her wrists crossed rather than straight together. Remarkably, the girl was very similar to Naumov. She had that same bouncy type of energy in her limbs, a taught and toned figure wrapped in the form fitting white leotard and pink tights, and blonde hair. Like teacher, like student, she supposed. Since she was so much older than the girls they watched leave, she must have been there for a private lesson. Off the books even, maybe.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once her wrists were bound behind her, she squatted down and unraveled the second bundle. She began to loop it around her ankles, but then felt the cushy pink leg warmers that ran up around her calves. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think we can do without these,” she said briskly, then tugged each one off. The thicker fabric would give her extra wiggle room with the rope, something they couldn’t afford. With the warmers off, she was able to wrap the ropes flush against her tights and the satin straps of her slippers, cinching the tie tightly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Satisfied, and feeling a little more in control now that their uninvited guest was secured to some degree, Madeleine reached back into her bag, finding the second roll of Ace bandages she had brought. Originally, she had intended it to be a replacement for Madame Naumov, should they find a need to replace or redo the gag. However, to her dismay, she realized that she didn’t have anything to pack the girl’s mouth with. It wouldn’t do to simply wrap the thin bandages around her head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 05:05:55</strong>
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				How could he be so cruel? Sergei’s rough treatment of Lila seemed incomprehensible to Yelena - innocent Lila who had so much promise, who was really a good girl, who had nothing to do with…whatever this was.<br><br>It was unfair, too painfully unfair. She’d only meant to save her student, and now…now Lila’s life was hanging by a thread, at the mercy of this brutal thug, and it was all Yelena’s fault. And she was utterly helpless to stop it, to interfere.&nbsp; The irony was a bitter pill to swallow.<br><br>Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she watched Sergei’s brutish hands wantonly explore Lila’s figure, his strong fingers tangling in her hair and dragging the poor girl, caveman style, across the wooden floor of the studio.&nbsp; Madeleine seemed to take in the scene almost emotionlessly, not moving to stop any of it.<br><br>Tears streamed down Yelena's face, obscuring her vision, and she gasped for breath around the gag. Sergei’s taunts were salt in an open wound, and she just shook her head in wild denial, struggling to free herself from her bonds. She didn’t know what she would do if she were free, but she had to do <em>something</em>.<br><br>But Madeleine was no amateur binder of knots. Madame Naumov was well and truly bound, no matter how much she wiggled, and she snapped her eyes shut as Sergei’s face drew near, unable to watch Lila’s demise.&nbsp; The blonde winced, praying she wouldn’t hear a gunshot and feel the girl’s bloody remains splatter at her feet.<br><br>…and the shot never came.<br><br>Relief flooded through her, mingling with a new fear, as Madeleine tied up the traumatized Lila. These people were utter sadists, and bluffing her way past them would no longer work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 03:35:03</strong>
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				Sergei smiled as Madeline sighed and asked him to hold Lila down, his gold tooth catching the light once more. It seemed strange to him that one such as herself, who had dedicated her life to abductions could take so little pleasure in the moment. It seemed that in her eyes, Sergei could do nothing right, and his every attempt to assert their control over these captives was met with disdain.<br><br>Kneeling down, Sergei placed his knee between Lila's shoulder-blades, pinning her uncomfortably face down as Madeline bound her slender wrists at the small of her back. Sergei couldn't help but imagine gripping those ropes in his hand while dragging the young, blonde back at him while he thrust his cock into the warmth of her undoubtedly tight sex...<br><br>Surely, Madeline would disapprove of such thoughts as well.<br><br>Shifting his weight, Sergei removed his knee from Lila's back, shifting his gaze back toward Madeline who was now squatting over Lila's lithe legs. His eyes followed the delectable line of her thigh, as her skirt rode up ever so slightly, giving him a clear view up her skirt, past the top edges of her stockings to the place where her panties had nestled into the subtle crease between her pussy lips. <br><br>Sergei licked his lips in silence, glancing back up at Madame Naumov who seemed to have seen him looking at his partner, and he flashed her a wink and a smile. As Madeline finished tying up Lila's legs, she went back into her bag to retrieve a fresh bundle of bandages. The woman certainly did seem to come prepared.<br><br>She looked perplexed for a moment, seeming to lack a proper gag for Lila. Sergei grabbed up one of the pink leg-warmers that Madeline had disgarded. He used his gold tooth to create a small rip along the seam and then used his arms to rip the tube of fabric open. Another tear and he'd ripped off a strip of the fluffy pink fabric, which he balled up and handed off to Madeline.<br><br>"Use this, it will shut her up just fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 21:57:25</strong>
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				'will cost this pretty one her life' Those were the words that had the butterflies in her stomach going overtime. She felt sick...Maybe if she threw up on the gun it'd be rendered useless, the man's fingers trailing down her flat stomach did not help to make her feel better. Lila's dancers legs were already shaking. When the hand moved off her body, Lila's tear filled eyes closed.<br><br>Before she could comprehend what was happening, Lila was flying toward the floor, her arms moved out to break her fall. She kicked and let out muffled screams as she was dragged across the floor, tears once more trailing down her cheeks. There was so much she wanted to live for. Dancing. Dancing. one day finding someone who understood the demands on a dancers life, then when she's a little past her prime having a baby. Only one, then teaching. She wanted to be a great teacher like Madame...but now...?<br><br>His hand at her throat now, wide eyes staring at the bound woman. She daren't even breathe, then her eyes focused on the gun and once more her eyes closed, body now visibly trembling. Her eyes were closed so tightly that they actually hurt. The next seconds seemed to last forever...Click...Her head didn't explode!! She also managed to avoid letting her bladder go from fear. No death, no pissing herself...accomplishment.<br><br>Lila's body was shaking with dry sobs now. She didn't scream, only shook and cried...Her relief cry was interrupted with a knee between her shoulder blades. What was going to happen now? Would death have been a better fate? How long would it take for people to look for her...for them... She didn't fight as the man and woman tired her body. She just didn't have it in her to fight anymore. Though she did try and beg.<br><br>"Please let us go...we...haven't done anything..." the words would be hard to decipher through her sobbing breaths.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 00:49:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 02:40:16</strong>
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				Sergei hooked his hands under Lila's arms and dragged her along the wooden floor on her ass. He wasn't gentle when he pushed her against the wall next to Naumov. He stood back to watch with interest as Madeline tied more ropes around their primary target, forcing her body into an awkward yet appealing position. But then, she started talking...<br><br>It was strange to say the least, that this "professional" who had been fastidious, careful and even judgmental of mistakes she perceived Sergei to have made until this point, now she seemed determined to reveal any and all sensitive information to both the primary and secondary targets, going so far to name Maksim as the plan's originator. This was not how things worked in the K.G.B. What was she thinking? Was this payback against him for using her name earlier? There was no way they could keep Lila alive after this. She knew too much.<br><br>Sergei decided that he'd need to keep a closer eye on Madeline from now on, her motives now uncertain in his eyes.<br><br>"Enough talk. We move somewhere else now." Sergei said, his voice more authoritative and less mirthful than it had been before. "We should cover their eyes as well. I'll go make sure path is clear, yes?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, Sergei leaned down over Lila, one hand passing slowly over the bandages that held her lips shut, determined to enjoy his time with her before they had to dispose of her. He pressed his lips against the part of her ear that was exposed above the bandages as he whispered.<br><br>"Try not to miss me Golden Hair. I be back soon to take you off in my carriage." Sergei laughed as he pulled away, running his fingers through Lila's hair one last time before leaving the studio.<br><br>On his way out, Sergei threw open any doors in the studio that were still closed, not wanting any more little surprises to spring up and go running for help. He left through the back door, the way Madeline and himself had come. He lit a cigarette as he made his way back into the alley, checking both directions to make sure no one was nearby or loitering in the alley. He returned to the studio, still smoking. He gave Madeline a nod to signal that the coast was clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 17:54:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine reached into her handbag for the final item she needed. Most people thought blindfolds were an effective way to blind a subject, but in her opinion, they were far too easy to rub off. Instead of a strip of cloth, she pulled out a little black bag; a spandex hood, actually. Hoods were far more oppressive, when done correctly, and could accomplish much more than a simple blindfold. There was the matter of having to improvise something for Lila yet again, however. Madeleine frowned and thought for a moment. She supposed she could use her other leg warmer as a blindfold. It was long enough, and she could simply wrap it over her eyes. But as she felt the smooth, spongy texture of the spandex hood in her thinking, she realized it was a little misshapen. To her surprise, there was another crumpled hood stuffed inside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She chuckled at the little bit of luck. It wasn’t quite enough to undo the misfortune of having to keep Madame Naumov’s student trussed and quiet, but at least it was something.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now, Madame Naumov,” she began curtly, flapping the hood loose with a flick of her wrist, then cupping the older woman’s wrapped chin in her hand to bring her gaze to hers “It would be a shame if you or your student decided to be a bother to me or my associate. Your husband requested you unmarked and unspoiled, however…” Her eyes drifted to Lila next to her. “…well, let’s just say he’s not expecting any extra baggage.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she pulled the hood down over the woman’s head. The spandex bag itself was remarkably small in comparison, but it stretched tightly over her face (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/SpandexHood.JPG) to the point where it outlined her nose, eyes, and the tops of her ears that still poked up through the bandage gag. There was just enough stretch to get it over the blonde bun at the back of her head, until the mouth of the bag cinched snuggly at the top of her neck. She ran her hand over what would have been the Madame’s cheeks, making sure the fit was snug. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Satisfied, Madeleine turned her attention from Naumov and rounded on the wide-eyed Lila, flapping the second hood loose. “Likewise, Miss Piper, I cannot stress enough the fact that you are collateral; extra weigh, so it would be wise to show us that you are worth carrying.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like teacher like student, she tugged the bag over her head. The black material swallowed her head the same way, spongy, stretchy Lycra encasing her features tightly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Neither hood had air holes. The material was thin enough to let air pass through, but just barely. Madeleine had sampled all of her equipment personally, and she knew just how hot and suffocating it was within the darkness. Another little tidbit of the job she hadn’t revealed to Naumov, though she probably knew it quite well, was that her husband was a petty man, and quite dedicated to a grudge. He had specifically requested Naumov to be made as uncomfortable as possible in her journey back to Russia. Madeleine had a few ideas about that, and with the new addition of Lila, a few more options opened up.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She left the duo struggling beneath the barre. They certainly weren’t going anywhere, and she was only going to step out briefly. Once outside, she joined Sergei. “I’m going to pull my car around to the alley,” she informed him. “Be ready to load them into the trunk, Naumov first. I’ll hogtie them, and then we can move them someplace quieter while I contact Maksim.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 05:40:53</strong>
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				Yelena’s heart sank, her disappointment settling uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. <br><br>It <em>was</em> Maksim. After all this time, after she had moved on, forgotten (or tried to) about him…he’d sent these thugs after her. After all this time, he couldn’t move on. Of course he hadn’t; he was cruel, jealous, and protective of his playthings. He never let go of a grudge.<br><br>But it had been so long….Yelena had hoped Maksim had given up, found some new pretty thing to occupy his mind. She was stupid and trusted him too much, even now.<br><br>And now, Lila was the victim of her mistake, her cowardice in running away, her naivety in believing Maksim would not follow. Madame Naumov’s eyes were blurry from earlier tears, and without a free hand to wipe them away, she blinked futilely to clear her vision, though being able to clearly see the way her student was manhandled and bound was hardly a comforting relief.<br><br>Still, the abuse she’d already witnessed couldn’t prepare her for what was to come next. Yelena thought the fight had fled her, a weary sort of defeat taking its place, but as Madeleine brought the hood near, a renewed sense of vigor filled her limbs, and she struggled as boldly as she had before. That is, until the female captor made her threatening suggestions about Lila. She calmed her squirming enough to let Madeleine cover her head with the hood, but her terror bounced back anew once within its confines.<br><br>Yelena panicked, gasping desperately for breath, although the hood itself was not actually suffocating her.&nbsp; It definitely had a profound psychological effect on the ballet instructor, almost immediately. Her slender, athletic frame shook with sobs and terrified gulps for air, the sudden loss of vision more upsetting than anything she’d been forced to witness thus far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 02:36:45</strong>
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				Sergei watched from his place near the hall that connected the studio to the back alley while both of their bound captives were hooded much to their displeasure. He smirked, gold tooth reflecting light as he watched Naumov renew her futile struggle against her restraints. Though Sergei would have preferred to have fun with Lila at least, he had to hand it to Madeline, she had quite a knack for making people as helpless as luggage. Sergei admired that.<br><br>He nodded when Madeline told him that he'd be left to do the heavy lifting while she brought the car around, that suited Sergei just fine. It would give him a better chance to lay hands on these pretty, helpless bodies. Sergei crouched down next to where Naumov was struggling, laughing at her terror while he taunted her by flicking at her face and lifting and jiggling one of her bound breasts, out-thrust by the bundle of rope in between.<br><br>"Thought you were so smart, didn't you Yelena?" Sergei chuckled, toying with her other breast now. "Move to America, run away and never return home. You started a business, changed your name, it must have felt like American Dream. Do you still feel smart? Proud of yourself? When we get back to Russia, I'm going to turn your little student out. Make her serve men for money. I never would have met her if not for you Yelena, so I really must thank you. She is <em>quite</em> the talent."<br><br>With that, Sergei lifted Yelena up onto his shoulder and carried her out of the studio, toting her like a bag out to the alley where he waited for Madeline to pop the trunk. He loaded her less than gently into the spacious trunk before going back for Lila, leaving Madeline to her tedious rope work.<br><br>"Time's up Golden Girl." Sergei smirked, returning to the studio and taking hold of Lila's hair again. "Time to show us that you're worth the trouble of having you. Be a good little captive and come quietly now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 01:25:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Sergei lifted the bound, gagged, and hooded Madame Naumov into the trunk, Madeleine carefully kept watch. She had backed her luxury sedan into the alley so that they wouldn’t need to bring her out onto the street. By now, twilight had settled into darkness, granting them some precious cover, but even with darkness, it wouldn’t be hard for wandering eyes to see a bound woman in a leotard being loaded into a trunk.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The gag and hood muffled her cries and grunt as Sergei all but tossed her into the trunk then went back for Lila. Madeleine unraveled her second-to-last bundle of rope, then leaned in and pushed her so that she lay flat on her chest. Working quickly, she tied another few coils around her ankles, then pulled them up to her wrists, effectively hogtying her in a neat package.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I suppose tying up a dancer has its benefits, Madame Naumov,” Madeleine said softly, knotting the rope tightly. She was nearly able to force her feet to touch her hands. “Your flexibility is admirable.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 04:35:10</strong>
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				Sergei lifted Lila up onto his shoulder and carried her to the car. She was light and seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. He chuckled to himself when he saw Madame Naumov hogtied on her stomach near the back of the tunk with plenty of room left for the other.<br><br>"Time's up Golden Girl." Sergei remarked as he lowered Lila into the trunk along side her mentor. "In you go."<br><br>Sergei stepped back after loading Lila into the trunk and tapped out a smoke from his pack and lit it between his lips. He drew deeply from the cigarette, watching Madeline lean forward and apply the finishing touches. As he exhaled, Sergei glanced around the alley, keeping a less diligent watch than Madeline had, but it seemed that no one had observed them.<br><br>"What about dance studio?" Sergei asked, glancing back over his shoulder at the open door behind him. "Should we leave it, clean it or burn to ground?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 01:19:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine felt a little better once Lila was stowed away in the trunk. No one had seen them; the street was more or less deserted, and if someone came by now, it would just be a matter of closing the trunk and leaving quickly. First though, she took the last strand of rope she had on her and finished tying Lila. Like with Madame Naumov, she looped it around her ankles, then lifter her legs up behind her to complete a rather strenuous hogtie. Also like her instructor, she possessed that supple bendiness, feet nearly knotted right to her wrists. Unlike her though, she had a little more flexibility to struggle, especially in her knees and hips, since she was only bound at the ankles. While hooded and gagged and trapped in the trunk, however, Madeleine didn’t foresee any complications.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“We have a bit of a drive ahead of us,” she said to both of them. “I suggest that you remain still; I wouldn’t want either of you passing out from over-exertion, especially with those hoods on. They make breathing rather troublesome…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ignoring any last pleas either of the women had through their gags, she closed the trunk hatch, sealing the two captives in. They would be in for a <em>very</em> uncomfortable ride. Behind her, Sergei smoked casually on a cigarette, then inquired about the studio. Madeleine cocked her head in thought. Setting it ablaze would hardly be subtle, and could possibly draw attention to them as they left the area…but on the other hand, it wouldn’t be long before Madame Naumov and Lila would be noticed missing…perhaps not Naumov, but Lila would have parents. They didn’t have time to remove any lingering evidence.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Burn it,” she decided. “The authorities will take time to sift through the ashes, and they will just figure that Naumov and Lila initially perished in it. By the time they figure out otherwise, Maksim will have a leash around his wife’s neck.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 01:35:01</strong>
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				Sergei laughed faintly, releasing a puff of smoke from his nose as Madeline mentioned Maksim affixing his wife with a shorter collar. Though he showed no outward sign, he was pondering what sort of yoke it might take to bring a woman like Madeline to heel. She was useful, efficient, decisive and of course, beautiful, but Sergei resented having to answer to her, a woman. If he could find her weakness, some Achilles heel, that would allow him to gain leverage, he might be able to finesse the situation enough that she answered to him. With one such as her at his disposal, Sergei would be quite formidable indeed.<br><br>"Good, I will burn." Sergei nodded, making no sudden move to get started. "How long have you been doing this sort of thing? Abductions I mean."<br><br>With his focus still in the alley, Sergei leaned into the dance studio to begin ransacking their utility closet. He needed something to speed things up, since destroying any evidence quickly was the reason for burning the studio down. A few cans of spray paint, a tub of bleach and all the cloth wraps, paper towels and paperwork he could carry. Sergei carried everything he thought would burn into the middle of the wood floored studio and made a pile. Lastly, he doused the entire pile with a can of lighter fluid that he brought with him. Lastly, tossed his cigarette onto the pile, causing the whole collection of cans and chemicals to ignite.<br><br>On his way out, Sergei yanked the gas line out of the wall, letting the supply closet fill with gas. He slammed the access door behind himself before climbing into the passenger's seat of Madeline's luxury sedan.<br><br>"Let's go." Sergei said flatly, not accurately conveying the urgency that should have been there in his voice. "Whole place will blow very soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 03:15:31</strong>
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				Yelena barely registered the reality of Sergei’s words, the emotion behind the cruel taunts reaching her terrified mind more easily than the individual sentences themselves. Maybe it was a sort of defense mechanism - her mind now deciding to block out her surroundings like this - but she wasn’t sure. She’d never been this scared, this threatened before in her life, not even at the hands of Maksim. He’d never been this physical.<br><br>She tried, in vain, to force herself to block out whatever was happening and focus solely on the physical, to calm her breathing and try to ignore the tight confines of the mask obscuring every breath. Despite her inner encouragement to relax, Madame Naumov’s breaths still came in deep, gasping gulps, her body almost beyond her control now.&nbsp; Her nipples perked to firmness beneath her form-fitting leotard as Sergei toyed with her full breasts, now on prominent display with the hogtied position Madeleine had forced her into. She whimpered with the unwelcome treatment to her full breasts and the strain to her limbs when she was tied together, like a calf at a rodeo. It was humiliating, being treated like an animal, and a few more sobs escaped her bound lips.<br><br>She’d never been tied in this way, but Yelena could tell she would be in pain if she were not untied shortly - although she doubted her captors would care what discomforts she suffered. From the signs of things, they’d probably enjoy knowing they made her miserable. And they probably already knew it. These were no amateurs.<br><br>Still, the pain from being shoved unceremoniously into a car trunk and bound tightly barely reached her dulled senses - that is until she heard Sergei and Madeleine speak of burning the studio.<br><br><em>God, no…not her studio!</em> Yelena had spent most of her life forging a career for herself in this new country, and the studio was the physical symbol of all she’d achieved, of her freedom…<br><br>Her freedom that had now been taken forcefully away, and Lila’s too. <br><br>It was a small comfort, but at least she couldn’t <em>see</em> her dreams and labor of twenty years burning to the ground. Its destruction was the final blow that quieted Madame Naumov’s struggles for the time being, though, and she fell quiet in the car’s trunk, no longer fighting her bonds in vain.<br><br>Mentally, she prayed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 17:13:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine only leaned against her car and smiled when Sergei asked about her profession. “Oh…I’ve been doing it long enough.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She really didn’t see the reason why she had to go into great detail, especially where her work was concerned. This was by far one of the easier jobs she had done. In fact, she would even go so far as to call it mundane compared to other ones; kidnapping a popular performer right in front of her audience, or willingly getting an adult film star to get tied up under the pretense it was part of the shoot. Those were a couple of her favorites. Madame Naumov was a simple snatch and grab. The presence of her student made it a little more stressful, but in the end, she was just extra baggage.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Sergei went to go light a fire, she started up her car. The engine purred smoothly as she waited for him, and while she did, she tried to listen for any telltale noises coming from the trunk. No loud pounding or banging, but for Naumov or Lila to do such while hogtied would be nearly impossible. A few times she heard a soft rasping or a shuffle that could have been struggling and a faint <em>hmph</em>. Of either of them, she figured it would be the girl; it would all be in vain of course. Even tied right up next to her mentor in the trunk, the gags and hood prevented either of them from comforting the other.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sergei returned and entered the car. Madeleine pulled out from the alley and started down the street. She didn’t hear any sort of explosion after a few minutes, and hoped that it was just because they were out of earshot, or that it wasn’t a very big one. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;True to her promise, the drive was quite a long one. She got on the freeway as soon as she could, immediately heading out of the city and further into the countryside. Their transport back to Maksim would leave tomorrow, which meant they had to lay low with their captives for the night. She had used her resources to ensure a small, quiet cabin far out of the city was stocked with a few extra supplies.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 03:39:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was complete and utter sensory deprivation within the trunk of Madeleine’s car. Yelena couldn’t see anything but impenetrable darkness, and of course she couldn’t move, not really, and her breathe was restricted by the gag and hood. She could hear, a little, but within the confines of the trunk, there was little noise to detect by ear. The movement of the car speeding and stopping along its path rocked her to and fro, sometimes side to side, inside the trunk, but she had no hope of guessing their destination.<br><br>Or knowing how Lila was coping. She could feel the presence of her student near her in their small prison, but there was nothing Madame Naumov could do to comfort her. Or herself, even.<br><br>If she’d thought her treatment back in the studio was deflating, it could barely compare to the total sense of powerlessness she felt now, and Yelena was torn between wishing for the journey to end and urging the car to keep on going, so that she wouldn’t have to face whatever came next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 23:10:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The entire trip took about two hours. They were out of the city and into the countryside. The little house that served as their hideout for the evening was a cabin down a short dirt road, tucked in some trees next to a vacant field.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Madeleine pulled into the garage and turned the engine off, then exited and closed the garage door. It wasn’t even powered, so she had to physically tug the door down, but she didn’t mind a little manual labor now and then. Once it was shut, she returned to the trunk and opened it, revealing their two hooded, bound and gagged captives.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You take care of Madame Naumov,” she ordered curtly to Sergei, bending over to work the knots of their hogties free, first Lila, then Naumov.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wasn’t strong enough to carry Lila, at least not comfortably, so she undid the girl’s ankle binds, tugging her out of the trunk by the arms to stand her on her feet. Her head turned back and forth in its spandex prison, tiny little whimpers emanating from underneath it. She twisted hard suddenly, only restrained by her wrists, but Madeleine gave her a squeeze.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I wouldn’t think of running off, Miss Piper,” she said softly over her ear. “You won’t make it very far without your arms, sight, or voice. Now settle down, before I decide to do something unpleasant.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lila whimpered again, going still except for tiny trembles. Madeleine tugged her arm, guiding her across the garage to a door on the far wall. Her heels clicked loudly on the bare concrete, Lila’s padding softly next to her on pink silk slippers. The white leotard and pink tights looked gaudy even among the nearly empty and gray garage interior. She had to give another curt pull when she lagged behind; being blind was making her step slowly and carefully in her inappropriate footwear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The interior of the cabin was sparsely furnished. There was a couch in the living room, a few chairs and a table in the kitchenette, and a small hallway that led into the bedroom. Madeleine led Lila to the couch, pushed her onto it with the command to sit quietly, then went to go get a bag of more supplies while Sergei carried in Madame Naumov.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 02:58:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei sat passively against the door, playing with his small, metal lighter in his hands. Occasionally he'd light the flame and hold it under his palm just to see how long he could stand it before snapping shut the lid. He twirled and flipped it between his fingers thinking about the studio, trying to imagine the flames as they ate through the varnish on the floor and could devour the wooden planks. It was one of his favorite things to watch structures burn, especially when he'd provided the spark. He knew that this situation didn't offer such a luxury, and moreover, Madeline would never have allowed it. That didn't stop his mind from turning over and over what it must have been like, how high the flames must have reached before the roof collapsed.<br><br>Sergei was frustrated.<br><br>Aside from not being able to watch the studio burn, Sergei also hadn't been able to do much in terms of violating either of the supple captives. In spite of the efficiency, Madeline's methods were much less gratifying than the "Eastern European Way" that Sergei was much more accustomed to when taking captives. Inside his mind, he was beginning to resent Madeline for infringing on his enjoyment of this task. It had become such a sterile, clinical affair, as though they really were transporting luggage.<br><br>Two hours didn't seem like a "Short trip" at all to Sergei who was almost bouncing off the walls by the time they got to the cabin. He nodded in reply to Madeline's request that he deal with Naumov, smiling to himself as he exited the vehicle. He waited for her to take Lila inside before he laid his hands on Madame Naumov and untied her ankles.<br><br>It was almost gently that he helped her out of the trunk, allowing the bound, hooded woman a moment to let her legs regain feeling and bloodflow to resume normal function. He tugged her to her feet after that by pulling the rope between her breasts.<br><br>"I'll tell you what, Yelena." Sergei whispered softly against the side of her hood. "I'm going to give you a chance to escape. Your legs are free, so I'm going to let you have a ten second head start. One, two, three..."<br><br>Sergei released Yelena when he began counting, eager to watch her attempt at escape. Bound and hooded, he knew she wouldn't get far, but perhaps it would at least be entertaining. Perhaps she might just tip over and try to drag herself across the ground like a slug. Sergei wasn't even sure which outcome he favored.<br><br>"Four, five, six, seven..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 03:02:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, the car stopped moving. Yelena hadn’t yet decided whether to be relieved or terrified that they’d reached their destination when Sergei pulled her from the trunk, her cramped limbs instantly protesting. Blood flowed back into her legs with painful pinpricks, numb muscles now awake and complaining. <br><br>Was Lila receiving a similar treatment? She couldn’t see her student, had no way to judge how she had fared the long car ride, and she ached to be able to <em>see</em>, to <em>breathe</em> freely. Such simple luxuries, now denied her.<br><br>Then Sergei’s voice was in her ear, his accent uncomfortably reminding her of Maks and his goons. (<em>Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? After all these years!</em>) He offered her freedom, of a sort. Realistically, she knew she could not escape. She was still mostly bound and completely blinded by the hood. Flexible or not, she was no Houdini, and she was not getting her hands and face free anytime soon - if ever.<br><br>But still…it was a tempting offer. A taunt really.<br><br>And Yelena took it. She darted wildly forward, stumbling on half-asleep legs. She couldn’t see, could barely run, but still, she tried. She had to try. It was glorious just to resist for those few seconds, even when she fully realized on some level it was futile.<br><br>The ground was uneven, strewn with stones, and by the count of eight, Madame Yaumov had stumbled, tripping over numb legs and a rocky terrain, falling face first to the hard ground with a muffled “oomph!” beneath her hood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 05:24:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergei laughed heartily, watching as Yelena attempted her escape. She never had any realistic chance of getting anywhere, that was true, but it was thrilling to watch her long, lean limbs in motion. Even if it was only for a few awkward strides. He gave pursuit, though perhaps that's too generous of a term. In truth, he strode forward, stomping out the faint imprint of Yelena's much smaller print, left in the dirt by her dance slippers.<br><br><em>"One, two, three..."</em> Sergei counted to himself in Russian, stretching out his legs to literally follow in Yelena's footsteps. <em>"Four."</em><br><br>When Yelena fell over, Sergei interrupted his count to applaud her attempt. He wanted to hear how close he was, how little she'd accomplished despite her wishes. A slow, sarcastic clap: demeaning in any language. He finished counting her steps at six, at which point he was standing over her, still clapping.<br><br>"You look so athletic, running like deer." Sergei said, reaching down to tug Yelena to her feet by grasping the woven ropes between her breasts. "It was a good try, now we go inside."<br><br>Sergei was much more respectful of Yelena now, she'd proved good sport for a moment, his mood was better as well. He even took the time to dust her off before leading her with a hand on her shoulder toward the cabin. He squeezed harder when they approached the doorway.<br><br>"Step up, otherwise you'll bang your foot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 01:06:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At Sergei’s “compliments,” Yelena wished for the power of speech back, anything to curse at him - loudly, and in her native tongue. She wasn’t usually a woman for impolite language, but she’d knowingly walked into the thug’s trap, and her anger at her own futility, her own weakness made her burn with a rage she rarely felt.<br><br>She squirmed in his grip, almost unwilling to trust his advice to avoid the step up to the cabin. He’d lied to her, tied her and her student up, invaded her privacy and her studio, all for money - or whatever form of payment Maks was giving him. It sickened her.<br><br>But still, a self-preservation instinct prevailed, and Madame Naumov stepped up at Sergei’s instructions, not at all appreciating his “polite” efforts to dust her off.<br><br><em>Any excuse to get his hands on her. Pervert.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 01:51:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“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. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 03:46:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yelena was plopped down unceremoniously (again), but this time, at least, she was deposited on a surface somewhat softer than a car trunk or the hard, rocky ground. The sofa was no more comforting, however, for its softness; being inside could only mean one thing: Madeleine was ready to continue whatever plans she’d made, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that, whatever the kidnapper had in store, Madame Naumov wouldn’t enjoy it.<br><br>She gasped in relief, all the same, as her hood was removed, the gag still restricting breathing through her mouth and muffling the sound. Yelena still couldn’t speak or breathe freely, but she could <em>see,</em> and the returned sense was blissful, even if she blinked furiously in the light.<br><br>But what she saw with her returned vision was far from a welcoming sight. Lila, bound and gagged, on display, the poor girl’s figure lewdly made prominent by the rope’s tight caress. The expression on her face captured by Madeleine’s camera was a mixture of emotions: fear, exhaustion, anger, disgust. Maks would likely be pleased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ballerinas and Bondage (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 00:27:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once Madeleine had a nice little snapshot of Naumov, she quickly queued up an email that she had arranged with Maksim. She sent the picture of her gagged face with the caption ‘<em>your package will be delivered on time</em>'. After a moment of thought, she sent Lila’s in a separate message captioned ‘<em>extra baggage. Suggestions</em>?’ There were a number of different ways to dispose of Lila, but having met Maksim, he might be willing to pay a little extra for a flexible girl, as well as some extra leverage over his wife.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked back to both women, their faces an identical show of fear stuffed and wrapped tightly with bandages. Naumov’s eyes glittered more in anger, but Lila was outright terrified. Madeleine could see her eyelids flickering, shuddering sobs working from her throat as she still tried to fight against the shredded leg warmer in her mouth. Unlike the sponge ball currently crammed deep into Naumov’s mouth, the leg warmer had stray fabric, which was likely tickling her throat and mouth a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is where you’ll be spending the night,” she said curtly, gathering up the spandex hoods and placing them back into her handbag. They would go right back on early next morning. “How comfortable you are will depend on your behavior of course. I doubt very much you’d like to keep those gags in for the entire night. Even without them, no one will hear if you scream for help, so I may be inclined to give you a little break.” She glanced first to Madame Naumov, then to Lila, as if to let them ponder that for a bit, then got up and addressed Sergei.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think they won’t be going anywhere for tonight, but be sure to keep an eye on them from time to time.” While she was certain both women were completely helpless, they still had free hands and feet. Given enough time, one might loosen the other’s knots, and allow them to break free. A little electrical tape could fix that easily, but Madeleine didn’t have the drive to meticulously tape both women’s hands and feet…at least not yet.<br>
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