7 . #2
“I understand that your brother has quite the crush.” Leela folded her arms in satisfaction.
Vladimir just stared, enraptured by the captured beauty inside the cage.
“What… what do you want?” He turned to Leela.
“Just an introduction.” She smiled.
***
A castle! Of course Sergei lives in a damn castle! Leela grimace at the towering stone structure growing closer by the minute. She could feel the speedboat rocking under her, and her heart palpitating, knowing that she was finally so close to her final goal.
This better be worth it. She had gone through all this trouble just to set up a meeting with Sergei, tracking him halfway across the world, kidnapping a famous telenovela star, and finally leading on his little brother, all in the name of finally meeting the man.
“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Vladimir asked behind the wheel of the boat.
Leela turned and smiled at him, realizing that she wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sight of the castle, or her ass in the thong.
The way he lingered on her backside, she figured it was the latter, so she batted her eyes at him and turned back to the looming castle.
Vladimir was rather easy to keep on a leash, all she had to do was flash her ass at him and smile and that made him think that there might be a possibility of sleeping with her.
Hopefully she wouldn’t have to keep the charade up for long. Until then, he could stare as much as he wanted.
A woft of cold air blasted her as the boat slowed near the castle.
It was a gigantic, gothic structure built into a rock outcropping overlooking the ocean.
Leela tried to suppress a shiver and looked up at the towering monument to Sergei’s ego.
The boat angled towards a dock, and Leela could see a dimly lit staircase leading up into the castle’s bowels.
A stern looking man in a black coat, pants, and white gloves waited on the dock, glaring at Leela with wary eyes. Vladimir pulled the boat along the dock and tossed a line to the butler looking gentleman, who did not move to catch it.
“Master Vladimir, Master Sergei was not expecting you,” The stern looking man sneered and then looked at Leela. “Or company.”
“Go tell my brother that I brought a present for him.”
“Shall I prepare a cart?” The Butler asked.
“Oh yes.” Vladimir beamed.
***
“Nnnmmph! Hmmph! Sthhp!” Sienna whined into her gag as two of the butlers wheeled in a dolly down one of the castle’s winding stone corridors.
I’m not gonna miss that. Leela sighed as she followed Vladimir.
The whole boat ride Sienna whined into her gag, to the point where Leela would sleep outside on the deck because she got tired of hearing the woman’s muffled cries.
There were several points where Leela took out Sienna’s gag and attempted to talk to her, but during those times the soap star would shift from begging for her release, to trying to bribe Leela, to then threats.
Eventually, Leela just decided to leave the gag in.
Now the shapely Latina was strapped naked to a moving dolly, her arms and legs secured at her sides, while a velcro strip was pull tight across her mouth, keeping her head pressed tight against the back of the dolly. Her giant breasts rose up down with each panicked breath she took.
“Ummm ggghhdd! Hhllp!” She pulled on her restraints again.
“Oh god will you shut up.” Leela sighed.
At least in a few minutes her endless whining will be Sergei’s problem.
The butlers seemed completely stoned faced as they wheeled Sienna behind them, and oddly, Leela didn’t even feel their eyes on her ass either.
At first she felt strange, oddly exposed walking through the castle corridors in a thong bikini, but if the butlers noticed or cared, they weren’t showing it.
Ahead, Leela could hear the sounds of voices, laughter, and what sounded like piano music. She looked over at Vladimir and saw that he looked like he wanted to crawl inside of his poorly fitting suit.
Then they entered into the great hall, and Leela’s jaw dropped.
The walls were decorated with tapestries that were clearly very expensive, and made to look very old.
They could almost be mistaken for being old, except each of them contained images of women being bound and gagged in various different ways.
The music came from a grand piano in the corner, where a woman was seated clad in a leather harness and silenced by a thick, leather muzzle, her manacled hands playing the keys perfectly.
Sergei sat at the head of a great table, where his top lieutenants sat around him, drinking and laughing, and merry making.
Next to Sergei was his wife, his queen, The Unconquered Goddess.
She was clad in a chain mail bra, her massive breasts heaving up and down, threatening to rip the metal links holding it together.
What looked like a dinner napkin had been shoved into her mouth and secured with another napkin, and her hands were secured to the arms of her chair.
Leela froze when she saw the bound woman. After all this time, after Sergei had stolen her out from under Leela, here was The Unconquered Goddess, now conquered, a slave, a trophy to be displayed.
Sergei looked up at them as he set his food down, his one good eye staring a hole through his brother.
“Hhhmmm wwhhmmp! Ghhh!” The Unconquered Goddess muttered.
“Honey, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Sergei chided, and then stood.
“Vladimir, I was not expecting you.” Sergei’s eye immediately fell on Leela.
She had heard about the man, read everything she could on him, but nothing could prepare her for being in the room with him.
The was an oily quality to him, and he seemed to poison the very air around them.
The golden eye seemed to sense her disgust and peered deep into her, as if pulling out every bad thought she ever had in her life.
“And who is this?” Sergei eyed up Leela.
“Rhhhnn! Ggghhhn!” The Unconquered Goddess warned.
“This is Leela.” Vladimir gestured to Leela.
Sergei eyed her like a dog staring at it’s next meal.
“What do I owe the pleasure, Leela?” Sergei stepped over and extended his hand.
She took it, and wanted to shiver when she touched his skin.
“I’m here on business, not pleasure.” She smiled.
“Oh?” Sergei raised an eyebrow.
“Call this a… professional meeting. I’m looking for new clients.” She crossed her arms and smiled.
“Ah, a freelancer, I’m retired, happily married.” He gestured to the gagged woman sitting at the table. “Why don’t you talk to my brother.”
“I did,” Leela stepped back and motioned to the bound and gagged Sienna. “He said I should talk to you.”
She gestured and the butlers wheeled the bound Latina forward. The naked woman squealed into her gag and tried to shrink back into her cart as Sergei stepped forward to inspect her.
“Hmmmph!” She moaned as the large man leaned in, his golden eye seemed to be… scanning her almost.
Leela watched him inspect the woman like a piece of meat, but couldn’t help but feel a little put off by the situation.
Sergei didn’t even seem to notice Sienna when she was wheeled into the room, and now instead of reacting with excitement, he seemed…
curious. This was not the behavior she had expected from a man who was reportedly obsessed with Sienna. Had she been given bad intelligence?
Sergei inspected the whimpering soap opera star a moment longer and then stepped back and snapped his fingers at the butlers.
“Take Ms. Mercedes to the washrooms and get her cleaned and into something nice. She can be our entrant into the games this year.”
“Hmmph! Nnnnmp!” She cried as the butlers took her cart and began to wheel her out of the room.
The games! Leela tried to hide her fury. She went through all that trouble, made a deal with Brad, transported a kidnapped Brazilian celebrity halfway around the world, paraded her half naked body in front of Vladimir for weeks, just for Sergei to send Sienna to the Damsel Games!
“I meant for her to be a gesture of goodwill. I heard you had quite an infatuation.” Her tone was flat, even.
“And I appreciate in. In my youth, I had quite the crush on Ms. Mercedes, but alas, I only have eyes for one now.” He looked over at The Unconquered Goddess and winked.
The bound woman shuddered in her seat.
“But come, you want to discuss business, we can discuss business,” he gestured to the table. “Excuse my wife, she prefers to eat privately.
“Hrrgg!” The Unconquered Goddess grumbled.
The big man pulled out a chair, right next to the bound, big breasted woman. Leela and the captured agent shared a look, and then she sat down.
“And please,” Sergei gestured to the butler. “Have a room made up for Leela and my brother and bring her things to it.”
The butler nodded but Leela caught him as he was walking away.
“I think I’ll have my own room, thank you.” She added.
“Oh?” Sergei asked, and turned to his brother.
“No it’s fine, we can-” Vladimir interjected.
“My own room, please.” Leela reiterated.
“Well, which is it?” Sergei stepped forward, eying up his brother.
Vladimir swallowed hard, and then smacked Leela’s ass.
“We share.”
Leela was going to object, but then noticed the eyes on her in the room and realized she was very, very outnumbered.
“Sure!” She smiled.
“Very well,” Sergei clapped his hands. “You will be shown to your rooms. I apologize as my wife and I have pressing matters to attend to for the next few days. After that, I would love to talk business with you.”
He leered at Leela, and the way that gold eye seemed to see through her made her skin crawl.
A few days!
What did he have planned?