8 .
A kissing record? Leela shuddered as she slunk down the halls of Sergei’s castle in nothing but a thin, white nightie, an outfit far from practical for a snatch and grab, but desperate times had called for desperate measures, and she barely had time to slip away from Vladimir while he slept.
After Sergei had put them in the same room, the awkward Russian had barely left her side.
They would come out of the room for meal times, and Leela would slip away to explore the castle or swim, but he would find her, like a loyal dog sniffing her out.
She had spent some time the previous day tanning outside and could feel Vladimir’s hungry eyes on her oiled body the whole time.
A monitor had been set up in the main hall showing the “pressing business” that Sergei and The Unconquered Goddess had to attend to.
On the screen was Sergei and his wife, in a room no doubt deep in the bowels of the castle, his face pressed against hers while she struggled under the intricate looking rope work.
According to the staff, Sergei was attempting to break a record for world’s longest kiss with Xia.
“We should break some records.” Vladimir smiled and patted Leela’s rear end again, prompting another smile from her.
It was taking more and more to keep him at bay. She had teased him, lead him on, and done everything in her power to keep Vladimir away, but he was becoming impatient. Leela knew that it was only a matter of time before he pulled something like running to his brother, or worse.
Of course, what Vladimir didn’t know was that while she was finding good tanning spots around the castle, or pretending to get lost while looking for the pool, or wandering around admiring the tapestries, she had been learning the layout.
After a day, she had become pretty confident in how the castle was built, and had a good idea of where Sergei and The Unconquered Goddess were.
Originally her plan was to wait, bide her time for the opportune moment, but Vladimir was becoming impatient.
At dinner, he had insisted on her sitting on his lap, and she could feel his erectness against her buttocks.
Between taking bites of food, he would grab her ass or fondle her breasts.
After dinner that night, Vladimir had led Leela back up to their room where he showed her a white, thin, practically see through nightie and equally thin, frilly, white see through bra and thong under it.
“Oh… it’s so… beautiful…” She batted her eyes at him.
“It would look even more beautiful on you.” He reclined on the bed and stared at her like a lost puppy.
“I just… I don’t know what to say.” Which wasn’t a lie, she didn’t know.
“My brother will be breaking the record tonight, what better way for us to celebrate? And then we can discuss our business relationship with him tomorrow.” Vladimir continued to watch her with anxious eyes.
He watched her undress, changing out of her thong bikini and into the nightie and lingerie.
She felt his eyes on her every curve, coveting every bit of exposed flesh he could look at.
Vladimir even made her turn around and do twirls for him while she was naked.
Then he walked over to her and wrapped his hands around her nude body.
“I want you.” He sighed.
“Oh not yet, I haven’t even put on your nice present to me.” She smiled.
After putting on the nightie and lingerie, the tent Vladimir was pitching in his pants was impossible to ignore.
She walked over to him and straddled the thin man, and immediately his hands ran under the thin fabric of the nightie and over the curve of her buttocks.
Then she turned, rubbing her thonged ass over his lap while his hands caressed her breasts.
“Let’s get into the bed.” He gasped.
Leela wasn’t about to let Vladimir that win easily, and told him to go get some drinks. If they were going to celebrate, they were going to do it properly.All the while they drank, he took every excuse to touch her, running his hands over any bit of exposed flesh he could.
Thankfully, Vladimir’s skinniness meant that he was a lightweight, and if there was one thing she was good at, it was making men think that she was getting drunk too.
After finished a bottle of vodka, and some champagne, Vladimir was passed out on the bed, and Leela knew that was her time to act.
Still clad in the nightie and lingerie, she tip-toed out of the room and through the long, dark corridors of Sergei’s castle.
The white nightie made it hard for her to blend into the shadows, causing her to feel naked and exposed, and the fact that it was see-through didn’t help.
If someone did catch her, she figured she would play it up like she was lost, just Vladimir’s silly gal pal looking for where to get more booze.
The deeper she went into the castle though, she began to notice that there wasn’t any guards or patrols, which set off alarm bells.
Then again, the castle was built into the cliffside, with the dock being the only way in or out.
There was no security because Sergei knew it was a fortress.
The stone corridor that Leela was sneaking down opened up into a wide entrance hall.
She could see light at the end of it, and heard sounds.
She pressed herself up against the wall and had to stifle a cry of surprise when she felt the cold, rough stone against her buttocks, which were barely protected by the thin nightie.
Leela shimmied along the wall, hearing what sounded like men chuckling and talking amongst each other, and another lower sound. She paused, straining her ears to listen.
It was a muffled, moaning sound, as if a woman was trying to speak through layers of something pressed over her mouth. Leela risked peeking her head around the corner to see what the sound was.
The wide entrance hall was flanked on both sides by exquisite, lifelike statues of women in various stages of bondage.
At the end of the hall, several of Sergei’s men stood with their backs to the entranceway, watching and laughing as their boss sat warmly kissing The Unconquered Goddess.
Ropes were lashed around her waist, arms, thighs, and ankles, and even from Leela’s vantage point she could see how intricate the rope work was and how firmly tied the knots were.
The Unconquered Goddess was completely naked, her breasts bouncing and heaving as she tried to break off the kiss, but it was like Sergei’s lips were glued to hers.
Leela crept forward and dived behind one of the statues of bound and gagged women.
Sergei was so locked in on The Unconquered Goddess that he didn’t seem to notice anything that happened around him, and same with the men watching.
She took a moment take in her surroundings, and looked up at the statues lining the hall.
Once again, she couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and detailed they were, almost as if…
Then Leela’s blood turned to ice, as she realized they weren’t statues.
They’re real women!
No doubt these were women who had crossed Sergei in the past, and paid for it with their lives by being bathed in cement and placed on display in this hall of his, cursed to a lifetime of bondage and humiliation.
It dawned on Leela that if she failed, she very well could end up as a piece here in Sergei’s collection.
She stood up, ready to back out of the room. Leela realized that she was woefully underprepared, walking into a battle with a monster dressed in a see-through nightie, when she felt a gloved hand grab her arm.
“Gotcha!” Someone hissed.
“Hey No-uummph!” She cried as another gloved hand clamped over her mouth.
Leela was dragged out from behind the statue and towards Sergei, who was still kissing Xia. One of the butlers was standing next to the large Russian with a timer in hand.
“10...9...8…”
“Hhllugggh… ggghh…” Xia garbled.
“Hmmph! Vvhhggg!” Leela tried to twist out of the man’s grasp.
If he could remove his hand, I could explain myself! She could use the lie that she was lost, heard the sound coming from the hall, and got curious.
“5...4…”
“Mmmph!” Leela cried. The guard dragged her past Sergei and the Unconquered Goddess.
She twisted her head, seeing where she was being brought. It was a stone pedestal a few feet away from one of the petrified women. Chains lay waiting at the top of the pedestal, and a round, empty chute hovered above it.
They were going to make her a statue! Her eyes went wide and she kicked and fought even more. Now two more guards joined the fray, helping grapple the struggling woman.
“Nnnnoh! Hrrggg! Hhlpp mmff!”
“3...2...1! Congratulations sir, you have now broken the record for world’s longest kiss!” The butler exclaimed.
Sergei pulled away from Xia and pumped his fist in triumph.
“Leela, no-ummph!” Xia’s muffled cry was cut off by one of the butler’s shoving a white cloth into her mouth while another pulled another cloth over it and tied it at the back of her neck.
A hand seized her nightie and with a powerful tug ripped it away from her body.
“Eeehhpp!” She moaned.
Leela barely had time to recover before another pair of hands tore away her flimsy panties, and a second later her bra was ripped away as well.
“Hrrggg mmmph!” She moaned.
She twisted and fought, but Sergei’s men seemed to be everywhere.
They lifted her nude body onto the pedestal and a moment later felt the cold metal of the chains lock around her wrists and ankles.
The hand came away from her mouth, but before she could cry out, a ball gag was shoved in and secured at the back of her head.
“Ugggg hgggg! Mmggg!” She warbled.
Leela tried to stand, but the short length of the chains kept her on her knees. Likewise, the chains around her wrists made it so she couldn’t raise her arms.
Sergei stood, glaring at her with that piercing golden eye of his. Behind him, The Unconquered Goddess squirmed against her bondage.
“Hrrrmmm gggghhbb! Lggghhtt hhgggg gghhho!”
Leela stared at Sergei, and then up at the chute above her head, knowing that in any moment cement would come pouring out of it and make her a permanent resident of Sergei’s collection.
“Have my brother brought to me,” He ordered one of the butlers, and then turned to Leela. “Well Agent Kim, I thought this would be much harder.”