A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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Thank you for the long set up

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THE BASEMENT

Schrieber’s tan and pin checked skirt, which looked very moulded over her thighs and legs was restricting her stride too much………
The vent at the rear was not that long and wide………
Erika was walking from behind………..and slower than she usually would………
But she was enjoying the view…………
Erika noted her taupe layered and shapely calves under that thin nylon………..the dark seams cutting sexily up those legs………right down to the counter on the back of those brown heels……….
Clik Clak……..…Clik Clak
The young woman’s lower legs effecting fast and short, exaggerated movements which in itself caused the girls round arse to shimmy left and right……….and for her hips to swing……….
She had her chin up again…………
Very stuck up this one………..thought she was really something

Erika followed………….also noting the vertical line of the zip at the rear of that skirt, the zipper following the curve of that womanly rump underneath………..those round and juicy cheeks swaying from left to right…………..all tucked up inside……….
Erika had an urge to pinch one………that would have gone down well
The woman’s arm bent around and over her bag as she sauntered along……….a briefcase hanging from the other gloved hand……..
The beret at the back of her head…………
She looked quite the professional…………
Was that her petticoat or slip underneath hissing on nylon……..
Erika liked to think so………silk or satin sliding over nylon……….polyester straps or whatever
Delicious………she hoped to find out soon enough , the wait was driving her mad
The click clacking of those delectable high heels on concrete was making it hard to confirm…….
Underneath………..what was she wearing………
Erika’s imagination was working overtime………..she was back in those women’s bedrooms…….
Erika’s mouth was moist………
Her imagination kicking in as ogled the back of that curled and waved and very oblivious head, wearing that rather stupid yet annoyingly cute hat……..
There was a tortoiseshell butterfly clip under there…….
Erika was sure of it

Erika intended to find out all soon enough………

She overtook the slower moving visitor…………before she took the right way to the Administrative Building………which was the wrong way for Erika………
There was no signage on the concrete path, with Erika leading Fraulein Schrieber was unknowingly led off to the left………
Away from her intended and expected destination………….
In front was the courtyard layered in grey gravel or ballast………..which had doubled as a parade ground in the present and in the past……..
Erika had no wish to cut straight across…………it would have been quicker to reach her block
However,
There may be the chance that they would both be observed from one of the windows of the surrounding buildings……….
Erika did not want Schreiber to be seen………
No one bothered the Guardroom unless it was really necessary………….so she was safe there in not having her little escapade discovered prematurely……….

To get to her Accommodation Block, they would both have to cross the road to rejoin another concrete path……..
Erika and Schreiber were walking off to the left, following the existing path…….which had the advantage of being bordered by a line of trees

Erika led the way now………..confident of the clip clipping heels following right behind her……….`
‘Not far’ she offered……..
There was no reply from the still annoyed primadonna in the suit………
Erika’s head shot to the right……….
She had heard voices……….
She looked through the trees………two girls of another class………..to her right and on the other side of the courtyard…………
They were heading the other way………..
They had not seen her and Schrieber, who was sill innocently oblivious to the fact that she was being led in the opposite direction of her intended destination……

Totally oblivious to any outrageous notion that she would soon be stripped of her clothes………….
And why would she be on guard……….she was only here to sign for and collect some paperwork………

‘Not long now’ offered Erika…….
Who was getting excited, the tone in her voice giving that pleasure away………..

‘Yes…….you just said that’ came the annoyed reply……….

Schrieber took it that the rather outwardly thick girl was taking some form of delight in delivering her to her destination………
Unbeknownst to her,
That was not the source of Erika’s excitement……….
Schrieber herself was the source of that……….and Erika getting her hands on her………all alone……….

The woman would have been horrified if she had had any inkling of what was planned for her……..…and would have run now screaming for help, skirt permitting………
But time was running out for that……..and she had no idea

‘There we are……..arrived’ called Erika in a joyful tone…………

A large concrete building was now on Schrieber’s left…………..white painted ferrous concrete……….uniformal windows on two floors either side of a large wooden doored entrance…………concrete steps……..
Paula Schreiber looked up as she walked by, following towards the steps and doors…..……her dark taupe shaded stockinged legs and brown heeled feet passed a row of rectangular and long windows set at ground level……….
She did not see these darkened bays as she looking up………….these were the windows of the basement………..
And Fraulein Schreiber had just unknowingly passed Room 104………..

‘It looks like a Barracks’ stated Schreiber, her skirt making hard work of the concrete steps, she could not fully raise her knees within it………..plus the tight and invisible slip worn underneath
Erika had almost skipped up steps………….
At the top she turned around smiling………waiting for the woman to catch up……….
‘It was once’ she replied

Schreiber finally reached the top of the concrete steps……..

The woman was about to say something when Erika turned on her heel and went inside…..
Erika was well aware that she had to keep the woman moving………..keeping her mind occupied, not giving her time to take in details………..
Like this foyer was not furnished for Administration for a start………and no one was around

As soon as Schrieber entered the tiled lobby her heels were amplified in volume………
The sound was delicious to Erika’s ears………..a sound she wished to mimic very soon ………..with her own feet being inside those shoes………..and wearing those stockings too
She had never worn real ladies’ stockings………..she had only toyed with them in her hands, and run them over her face and nose………
Today……..that would change

The central staircase was empty of foot traffic and sound……….upstairs were the rooms of the lady instructors that Erika had conducted her sinister research…………
And of course there was her own……….

The duty station was likewise empty…….

Schreiber was being led towards what looked like an elevator…………

‘Rather empty isn’t it’ and rather spartan for an administration building Schrieber thought……but she would never have guessed what was in store for her……….
She followed the girl…….

‘lunchtime’ Erika flatly stated pressing the elevator call button……….there was a loud grating noise as the lift ascended…………

Schrieber looked around……….hardly impressed, and this is where they trained some of Leipzig’s Party Elite……..it was more like being in the Army
‘Not much of anything’ she murmured…..

The elevator reached the ground floor……………
Erika was elated that there was still no one around, no one came in through those wooden double doors……….
She pulled open the iron grill……….
With a flare of her hand, she offered the woman the first place inside……….
Schrieber holding her briefcase, her shoulder bag under her right arm moved inside the lift quickly followed by Erika……….

It was a bit of a tight squeeze for two………

Erika was very close to Schrieber now, both almost squashed together ……..and the woman did not like it……….at all
She tried to retreat into a corner………..
Erika could detect the fragrance of perfume………something sweet, not too sweet and overpowering………..she liked it
Eager to apply some of that to herself…….

Erika audibly sniffed in the fragrance of the woman…….
Schreiber attempted to move back into a corner, holding her bag and case against herself……….trying to give herself more distance from this annoying and obviously weird girl………
What was that sniffing all about………it definitely was not her

Erika noted that Schrieber was taller than herself………her alarm was brief, after all Schriber was wearing high heels……
Erika was not
They would be nearly the same height flat footed………

‘Not very comfortable is it’ Schreiber’s tone said it all……….

‘You’ll be comfortable soon enough’ countered Erika, reaching past the woman to press a button

‘What’ exclaimed Schrieber, not understanding the comment
There was a judder as the lift finally moved…….not up……….but down

‘Oh Bugger’ said Erika……..feigning annoyance and ignoring the woman’s last remark
The lift clattered downwards……....and then suddenly dropped for a moment

‘What the hell now’ Schreiber shouted in fright and exasperation………
The lift recovered and descended

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From the ground floor level both females’ heads and faces descended from view………especially Schrieber’s wide open eyes behind those thick framed spectacles, curled brown hair and beret styled hat, just visible at the back of her head………
Her red painted mouth open in an almost an ‘O’ in shape………

‘I pressed the wrong button’ explained Erika……..
She had not of course

The lift stopped with an abrupt halt as the runners smacked to the blocks set below on the shaft floor………
Schreiber was jolted up and backwards against the wood paneled wall………
In fact, her heeled feet had briefly left the pitted and linoleum lined floor.....…..the sudden halt had been that hard

‘You okay’ enquired Erika

Without waiting for a reply………
Erika pulled open the grating………and stepped out of the lift
Quickly followed by the woman………..who was cursing under her breath………
Erika caught a few choice words aimed at herself and obviously questioning her mental competence

There was only natural light filtering into the basement, light yes, enough to see………but dark with shadow………
To their right was old Oskar’s small cubby holed office…………

Erika looked at the woman……..
Who after the initial fright of the erratic elevator ride was returning to her usual self……….irritated and angry………….and pompous

Under that face powder Erika noted that the woman’s face was turning crimson……..

‘We had better not chance that again’ Erika’s hand pointed to the lift

Schreiber readjusted her shoulder bag strap once more…………and firmly gripped the briefcase
‘We’ll take the stairs this time………safer’ offered Erika

‘On what floor is the Direktorin’s office and this Frau Weber I am supposed to meet’ her tone suggested she knew the answer already……….
She was angry……..
She was also straightening her clothes, getting back her once calm composure
Erika looked coy and innocent……..and shrugged her shoulders
‘Second’

Schreiber’s voice raised an octave or two…….
‘In these bloody shoes………you have to be joking’

Erika played dumb……..
‘Sorry Fraulein Schreiber’
She pointed to the door at the other end of the corridor………
With her hand she indicated in that direction…….
‘Please……’

Paula Schreiber cursed under her breath again and stormed off towards the far door as fast as her restrictive skirt would allow her…….
Her heels clip clipping up the hallway……….her tight arse swinging as her hips did

She was now facing the door, moving fast, intent on leaving this dust laden basement………….and this clown of an escort
Followed closely by Erika……..
As she sauntered along Schreiber bitterly complained……….

‘I have never encountered a more useless bunch of………’ her voice loud, she meant Erika to hear the insults
‘Top institute my arse……..’
The abuse kept coming…………

Erika’s eyes narrowed, almost sharklike now……….her heart thumping….
Her hand reached into her skirt pocket……..it felt something slightly long and metallic

‘Herr Rosen said that this zoo was second to none’ Schreiber’s heels clacking away…………..her thighs pulling on the skirt, her dark and seamed stockings flashing back and forwards…………
Never looking back at the girl following behind her………..and catching up

Erika slipped out the metal object from her skirt pocket………….and gripped it hard in her right hand

Fraulein Schreiber still ignorant of the movement and the girl closing in on her, and that malevolent stare which if seen would have made her scream out in terror…………
She was just intent on reaching the doorway and then navigating the stairs………
The stupid girl did not look that stupid anymore……..
Nor sickinly cute or overly charming either…………

Schreiber was nearing Room 104, but that number or door meant nothing to her……….
But the room meant something to Erika………..she had prepared the space
The door was unlocked……………the stolen key inserted within the lock, on the inside

Erika quickened her pace even more………closing in faster on the unsuspecting woman’s back…….
Erika had to time this right…………
She was close to pouncing…………

Schreiber was still grousing aloud………
Her heels still striking the concrete in a regular staccato of amplified noise………

‘Bloody Zoo, inhabited by village idiots and I will tell you some…………’
Her nagging arrogant voice had been suddenly cut off
It all happened so fast………

'MMMHHGGG!!'.............the corridor echoed with this sound

Paula Schreiber initially felt the hard impact of another body smack into her from behind………..instantaneously someone had savagely gripped her around the mouth……..…stifling her scream of shock
She felt the breath forced out of her lungs as a strong arm wrapped itself around her ribcage, squeezed and at the same time had lifted her off her feet……….
Her neck was being pulled back by the hand……….the hand pulling her face and chin to one side……….
She screamed in terror……….
Her screamed words unintelligible……..
‘UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
The regular stride of her click clacking heels had gone…….
Replaced by a scrabbling and the odd screech as the heels momentarily touched the concrete floor of the corridor……..
Schreiber's stocking sheathed legs scrambling and cycling for any purchase as she was involuntarily propelled towards a wooden door………
A door marked as 104

When grabbed Schreiber had dropped her briefcase........... which had toppled over onto the cold floor.........

The door was approaching fast.........
Before she knew it Schreiber had banged into and was through it........
Her head was back now at a painful angle..............her arm was in agony, that girl........it must be her........had twisted it back and up........
Paula Schreiber feared that she was going to break it..........
‘MMMMFFF!’
‘MMFFF....MFF!’

So much pain......that she did not hear the door slam shut behind her.......
The woman was so arched back the toe box of her shoes was the only part touching the floor.........
Her horror filled eyes slanted to one side..........trying to see what the girl was trying to do to her
‘MMMGGGFFGH!’
'MMF FHPH!'

Her hand gagged face was violently shaken........a strong indication for the muted screams to cease
Schreiber stopped bellowing........scared out of her wits

Her arm was suddenly released.........now numb and partially useless
Her jaw unfortunately remained savagely held tight.............her neck was now hurting as it was pulled back even further..........exposing her neck...........
Her chest now provocatively thrust forward..........the decent sized curve of her bust now evident and very exposed..........
Ready for whatever anyone wanted to do with them both..........if they wished, Paula Schreiber would have been unable to resist..........or protest for that matter
Her back arched into what must be painful stress position...........
Her legs wide within the restrictive skirt........pulling the tweed material even tighter across her thighs and legs.......
Her said legs were nearly buckling in terror and shock...........

Paula Schreiber was now reduced to a low moaning.........
‘ghmph’.......
Her body tense and stiff..........
Snorting heavily through her nose for air to breath.........
Her curved womanly chest rising rapidly up and down under her blouse and jacket..........
Her eyes filled with terror.........

She suddenly felt something hard and metallic at her throat..........pressed deep into her neck........
'MMPH'

She was terrified now.........close to wetting herself
It must be a knife..........

Then she finally heard the voice in her right ear..........
At the same time the voice applied more pressure with the metal at her throat
The hand gagged woman heard the words............in the tone of no mere girl
The voice was hard, authoritative and full of menace..........and very controlled.........and defiantly of one who was in command........

Paula Schreiber finally went limp........she nearly passed out

It was a just a few lines from the voice..........but the knife and the tone petrified her

‘Do as I say...........and take your clothes off’

Paula Schreiber thought it was best to comply.............

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Thanks for this great great article! Your writing is so vivid and awesome! Really looking forward to the next chapter!

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THE FRAU DIREKTORIN’S OFFICE

The Frau Direktorin was sat in her spacious office…………
The woman was slightly reclined in her high-backed leather chair……….
The chairs dark and polished wooden frame was ornate and typically vogue 19TH Century Middle Europa……..
She liked this chair………it calmed and channeled her thoughts
And thoughts she had many………..

A rather vintage piece of furniture, with well-worn tan leather and sturdy arm rests……….the leather over time had developed aged spider fissures but had not split as of yet……..
When it did…….it would be a sad day for Hannelore Roth, to her it would be a premonition that the end was at last approaching………
She had first seen this chair as a teenager………..
A woman long gone, and remembered with great fondness had once sat there……..
For Roth……..it was the Gilded Age, a better time……….or was it because she was so young at the time
She like to think the former……….

The office had always been that of the head of the institute………
Teak paneled………well-polished over the decades, brass overhead lamps……….once gas, now electric of course……
Book cases that were now a little less bourgeois in taste………..and more so in socialist political theory
But still…….
The room had retained the character of the academic……….

The mature woman in charge was thinking………..looking at the stack of ordered paper on her large oak desk……….
The desk matched the chair in age and style………..
Both had seen many people come and go over time…………

The Frau Direktorin, her correct title being Comrade Direktorin……….the latter little used by those inside the institute……….only the visiting types tended to use the currently fashionable and newest title…..
And the VoPo of course, after all………they were the Paramilitary Guardians of the place……..
Roth had both hands under her sharp and angled chin………contemplating
The old and familiar title of the head institute still prevailed……….after all, some people still felt comfortable with established customs and traditions, especially if they had remained untarnished…..

The Direktorin had made the decisions………she had made the decisions on the placements concerning Erika Kreuz’s class………..

She was a lithe and on the surface an austere looking woman………
Hannelore Roth was sixty-four years old…………
Her reading glasses sat beside the dark green blotting paper set upon her desk………..
A selection of coloured fountain pens sat within their black China holder………..ready to be used when her hand saw fit……….
With the stroke of a pen on official paper Hannelore Roth could move mountains……….

She had been very attractive once………

Before and during the Great War she had been pursued tirelessly, back in the twenties very much so, the thirties had taken their toll………the early forties had been a nightmare
Since then, she had been at peace with herself and her power………
Men were a distraction now………….to be humoured if necessary, toyed with if needed………but they were always to be used, controlled………but never to be taken too seriously
She even knew the ‘Leader’ by name……..he was Erich to her; they had known each other for decades
And that was a fact well known to others……….even to Erich’s wife, also a close friend
Roth was powerful and untouchable within the State……….only the ever-dominating Russian could harm her…….

A Communist through and through since her university days……….those beliefs had taken their levy on body and soul………
But still, even today sometimes that lost beauty could just be discerned………..especially if she smiled
Which was not often nowadays……….
And nowadays, with her age………Roth appeared rather regal, almost aristocratic……….and that was an attraction within itself……….
Hannelore Roth oozed class and a certain well-bred manner, an aura of natural command prevailed…………..and the men and women in her circle knew it……….when she spoke, they listened………..
She was intelligent, professional and extremely efficient………..
She could also be ruthless if she wished to be……….
And during her long life and on occasion she had been………….in her time she had been quite the ‘Femme Fatale’

Her hair, once a dark and rich brunette was now flecked with grey, maybe a little thinner, which was today pinned back and held in check by a large black ceramic clip and the liberal use of hair pins……….
Her hair looked neat and classically conservative…………
She had applied moderate makeup as becoming a woman of her age………..her thin lips coated in a light red lipstick…….almost natural in its colour……..
The skin around her eyes was wrinkled………..showing the trials and tribulations of her once unstable and very dangerous life………
Her cheekbones were highly visible under her still soft skin………..her nose rather hooked, rather than petite……….after all, it had been broken once under interrogation………..
She wore gold rings in her ear lobes………
Her neckline and décolletage were aging and showing those years………….
However, she still displayed a tasteful pearl necklace………
In fact, Hannelore Roth dressed very nicely indeed, as she still took pride in her appearance……..memories and training from a different age still counted for something, even today………
Especially now, in this decade after years of privation and want………..

She was wearing a dress………a dark grey in colour and belted on her thin waist…………the black belt pulling and synching the dress tight over her chest…………..
Her bosom was still of a healthy shape and size that still drew glances from the opposite sex………a nice rounded shape, her dress was taut over her breasts, now marked with horizontal stretch lines on the fabric……….

Her rounded breasts were just that………no evidence of any nipple peek, her full cupped heavy bra and the lacy black slip invisible underneath her clothes ensured that……….
In Hannelore Roths world underwear was never designed to be on public view………
A lesson her staff were want to adopt………much to her chagrin………….
She thought that a few of them who were old enough to know better and were a little too brassy for her liking…………a little too cheap in taste………..
But still……..
Roth did want to come across as a ‘Dictator’………
Germany had had too many of those lately…………

The dress was short sleeved………..her arms were up with her hands under her chin as she quietly contemplated her choices…………
Her left wrist sported a small ladies watch with a leather strap……….
Her manicured fingernails were varnished in a light pink………..they were false nails, her real ones had been removed during the previously mentioned interrogation………
She wore one gold ring, which was not a wedding band either…………

There was a swish of fabric on fabric as she moved her legs………..dark taupe nylon stockings were swishing on the rayon of the black slip under her dress…………
The sensual hiss, amplified within this silent room only occurred when Direktorin Roth crossed her legs over one another…………..in the tireless and unique way woman do
She was wearing a nice pair of grey high heeled shoes that complemented the smart dress she was wearing……….
Far from sexy or flashy………just smart with a rounded toe………the heel thick and sturdy, the topline not to high up the exposed dark nylon layered feet……….

She suddenly leaned forward in her chair………..her hands now placed on either side of the desk……….
The Direktorin had made the decision………
On that she was now sure…………….

Roth had been assessing the final papers submitted by Erika’s class…….
Roth also had to hand a condensed service report on each of the girls……..
Three or four pieces of stapled pages with a photograph attached, fifteen altogether, fifteen cadets whose future career paths she chose for them……….

Erika’s photograph and condensed service record was in there somewhere………..

They were stacked into piles where these girls were judged best suited to serve the state……….
Soon, the girls would all be separated and would depart to their new training establishments………..beginning their transition into mature and useful adults……….
Tools and weapons for the always evolving revolution……..

The large collection of test paper’s, really they were more like aptitude tests set to establish what those at the institute already knew………..
And that was what mainstream ministries they were to train under……..
Those included being of the judiciary, education and the various social programmes……….some of these girls would make fine high-level educators and bureaucrats and nothing more……….and why not, they were fully indoctrinated

There were two candidates for the Ministry of Health……….which was something higher in the social structure of this Socialist Utopia……….one may qualify even as a top surgeon one day………
It appeared that she was a bit of a child genius when it came to medical and matters of anatomy…..……
She had read in the record, the entry being rather flippant, that the reporting officer considered her skills and knowledge was already superior to that of the resident doctor…………
Roth would have to look into their resident Doctor, after all someone had written the defamatory remark and not without risk of censure. There may be some truth there……..
Frau Milsch if she remembered the name correctly………….

There were another two papers separated on purpose………..these were for the defence ministries, choice appointments both……….
Whether or not these two girls would serve in the Army, Navy or Airforce and what branch was up to the respective ministries themselves……….
But on Roth’s recommendation they were normally slated for the intelligence branches………

A full and separate list of names and appointments was on Roth’s desk directly in front of her………..

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An official and embossed list, on vellum actually………....prepared by the ever faithful and efficient Frau Weber

The two names for the defence ministry were Gisela Endres as expected and a surprising choice for Erika if she had known……….was Ursula Hass……….…a rank outsider who had apparently done surprisingly well in the assessment……….…
And unknowingly to Erika……..was thought of very positively by all the lady instructors
Especially by a certain Leutnant Margaretta Ziegler………….full of glowing fitness reports from that quarter…………praising Hass and her future potential as an Army Officer……….
Ziegler was basically stating that the State and the Army could not afford to lose out on such a potential candidate………
Ziegler could not praise enough the virtues of Ursula Hass…………

There is another story there………..but for another time, I think
That’s right……..Ziegler, the one with the expanding waistline………….having a fun time, living it up when off duty………..and happens to be a lesbian, who keeps giving Erika the roving eye…………..

But I digress……….

It was rare for two girls to be chosen for the Defence Ministry………..
But Roth had the power to do so…………

Then were there were the final two assessment sheets………..
Next to the briefing notes………….
They were well away from the others………..
These were the important ones……….the names matched the vellum sheet that would go to the ministry via the expected courier for delivery………

The second most plumb and prestigious position allowed by Roth was the Diplomatic Corps………….
And it was……..
Just the chance of choice foreign assignments, mixing with the well-heeled and influential of the world was enough to satisfy the needs any career hungry female…………
A large salary………expense accounts, a gracious clothing and upkeep allowance……….fine living arrangements………..it was all there
A very sort after career path for an ambitious young lady……….times were changing too………the candidate could attain a high status within the corps………
For most at least, they would be ecstatic………
But not, as we already now would Erika Kreuz……….
She had always believed her talents lay elsewhere………
The name on the rich vellum list, assigned to the Diplomatic Academy……..a most distinguished and valued reward for as a yet untried young woman…………much would be expected from this fortunate youth……..

There was the name……….in carefully formed and neat fountain pen formed black ink………..written and not typed……..

Kreuz Erika……….she would have been livid, then broken by the revelation………

The other name at the top of the expensive vellum list………..
The name allotted to the highest honour of all………
The Bureau of State Security……..the Secret Service………
This was where Hannelore Roth had the greatest influence………..her writ here in this matter was large
Roth had been a member of the service………
And not just this current and young service either………..it was too German for her liking……….too many faces from the old regime………..now good Communists………..
She had trouble with trust there……….hence her wish to semi retire………..
But her power originated in Moscow………….and not Berlin
It had been since joining the party…………she was an original ‘Chekist’
The main reason that she was in retirement at the institute was to talent scout for the security service……….
With Moscow’s full backing……….trusting her word would be the wrong way to describe the process
Nobody in the business trusted anyone……….not even themselves
But Roth’s recommendation went far……….

And the name on the list she had chosen……….
Aberbach Lina……….
The name that Erika had dreaded all along………..

And yes…………
Aberbach’s Daddy did pull some strings………….that was the way of the world…………..be it Capitalist, Communist or non-aligned………
Her father was an acquaintance of Roth………a powerful figure in the higher echelons of the state hierarchy
He would owe Roth a favour after this……….something she could keep in her purse for a rainy day
One never knew……..
She had made a few enemies over the years………..waiting for her to fall
It was the way of things……….she expected no less

Erika’s fears had been right……….and luckily she was doing something right now to correct their most erroneous decision

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ROOM 104

Hannelore Roth was sitting back, musing on her decisions regarding the professional fate of the girls………
At the exact same time, not that far away Erika Kreuz was taking control of that same fate…….
She was leaving nothing to chance………
She would sink or swim in what she had just done………
And right now, Erika was being most industrious in Room 104 deep in the basement of her accommodation block……..

She knew that she had a tight time frame to get things done………that being to assume her new identity and bamboozle them all in a ‘fait accompli’

Room 104 was full of shadow, yet well-lit in places with natural light emanating through the long rectangular mesh wired glass windows…………….
Rays of light, with wisps of dust motes filtered through those beams of light……..

The room was not silent either…………ominous sounds at that
These odd and disturbing sounds would not filter out to the corridor beyond……..
Erika had made sure of that………

'Mhhh'
'Nhhh’
Short and repetitive grunts, human yes……..like a person in some form of distress
Interspersed with equally harsh snorts air being expelled through nostrils and over exerted lungs........
There were other noises accompanying these rather desperate sounds………..
There was also the metal creaking of springs..........very excessive, energetic, and rather constant in their rhythm………..
‘ghnnth’
‘ghmp’

Erika was doing really well in Ignoring those grunts, snorts and the extreme abuse of bed springs…….
Really, anybody passing by would assume that a couple were having a good time in here…………
She was going to break those springs thought Erika……..either that or the bed frame will collapse
She would tire soon enough…………or pass out
It was her choice………..

And Erika was having a good time…….
She was too engrossed in what she was doing to be greatly distracted by the duped bitch thrashing on the bed………..

Erika was standing in front of the full-length mirror balanced against the cold and drab wall
Placed there by her own hands a few days earlier……….
There was a slight smile on her lips………….her dark eyes sparkling and happy……….

She was applying the last touches to her lips………using a gold tube tipped with a bright red waxy crayon
And the tube had not been hers to use……..
It was so illicit…….to use another’s makeup…….
She ran the bright red crayon over her upper lip……..following the contour of her round mouth and the ‘Cupids Bow’……….
Her mouth was open as her hand traced her lips………once so bare, a little dry
She finished………..closing her lips together, absorbing any excess wax………her tongue touched and tasted the sides of her mouth……….
She liked the taste………..a taste Schreiber was the last to experience………..
The mere idea tantalized her……..
The lipstick made a big difference to her face……….

And with the two gold plated ladies compacts that she had found in the woman’s shoulder bag Erika felt confident, attractive, smarter and more importantly empowered…………
One with pale powder or foundation……….the other containing a red rose cheek blusher……….
Erika had dabbed loads onto her face……….just like Schrieber had………
She had also helped herself to her eyeshadow…………grey, with a tint of blue………..
Erika had even found a black pencil……….and had lined her eyes……..
She was enjoying herself……….playing makeup at another woman’s expense

‘UUrrgguummhhpppfff’
That was more than a grunt............
Erika took that one as some kind of protest
She did not turn around..........she was too busy getting ready
Under her breath she muttered to herself

‘And I thought Girls shared makeup all the time’

Erika lowered the gold tube……..placing it back inside the woman’s bag
She smiled at her reflection………..
At last, after all these years of preparation…………of sneaking around and watching other women
Stalking them………even their clothes……..and their makeup……..
And now she too was indulging……..
Looking back at her was a real woman’s face
She looked older, different………a young woman yes……….but mature, very attractive too……..
Her eyes enhanced………limpid, alluring………
Her thin face now prolific, sharpened and appeared sculptured due to her dark hair being pinned behind her head………
The woman’s butterfly clip had been attached………..also her hair pins
Erika’s ears also sported her gold earrings
Erika’s long neck was now exposed………..running down to her shoulders

‘Ghmph’
‘Grrgh’
Again, from behind.........the creaking of a bed frame, as if someone was shifting her weight..........constantly

Erika saw her nearly bare shoulders........
Her tunny tingled in delight........
For her lean shoulders sported white polyester straps.........two straps actually, a thinner one over one more sturdy......
Her gaze wandered down to her upper chest.........her décolletage sported no gold chain........
Schrieber must have decided not to wear one today........any item of jewellery would be hidden by the cream and thin blouse that she had decided to wear.........
And the pin checked tweed jacket of course..........

Erika gawped at her cleavage........full and deep.........a dark canyon between her tits, both pressed tightly together...........
Her large breast uplifted and heavily supported..........all felt reassuringly tight around her ribcage and back.........

In fact, the new slip was a little too tight on Erika..........
Schrieber, it had been discovered was smaller in the bust, Erika had suspected so when she had first laid eyes on her........now she knew for certain

Ernst Gruber had sussed both their respective titty size straight off.........it was the first part of the female anatomy that he normally checked up on.......
He liked his girls big........

Nevertheless, the slip’s halter had just about managed to cope with the heftier endowed Erika.........
Which made the slinky thin white garment tighter and shorter on Erika........
Thank the stars that Lorena Richter was her bra size...........and thank you Lorena wherever you may be right now..........
The slips halter........a full cupped lace affair with a clam shaped trim covered Erika’s stolen bra wonderfully.........
They were a good match..........
But the slip’s tightness and thin material made the bra very visible underneath............
The slinky satin white garment had been slightly looser on Schrieber.........no so figure hugging as it was now on Erika’s body.........
That could not be rectified.........
After all, Schrieber was meant to wear it.........the fit on her had been perfect

‘MMMmmmnnn’
'Mhhh'…………
It was those springs again……..accompanied by the rattle of a metal frame……….

Erika still stared at her reflection…….
So engrossed that she still had not turned around……….

Her hand was sliding over the curve of her reinforced and amply layered bust………enjoying the soft feel of the shiny fabric, underwear belonging to two separate women, unknown to each other……..…
Erika suddenly thrusted both her hands onto and under her breasts and began to knead them…….like the dough of bread………..

'NNrrgghhhhhhh'
Erika stopped manhandling her breasts.........she had been imagining both women being equally treated so within these garments she now wore.......
That sound was another muted protest.........
She must be watching Erika.........and not liking what she was seeing
Erika noted another sound too……….was that the animated sound of what must be skin sliding on fabric………a mattress maybe

Fair enough concluded Erika…….now was not the time to get carried away…….
But it was so hard………as rock hard as her nipples had become…….
Thanks God Richters bra was doing its job so well………

Erika’s hands strayed down to her stomach………
Watching her reflection in the mirror was like watching another woman………..the woman she had always wanted to be
It was captivating……..
The slip had a pretty and feminine laced trimmed hemline in the matching clam shaped design of the cups……….a lace trimmed vent at the rear to ease a woman in walking……….
The lacy vent had not assisted Schreiber much………..

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Erika ran her hands over the white satin……….compressing the thin gauze like material even further
Nothing was left to the imagination on what Erika now wore underneath…………
Her hands pressed further……..
Erika looked the same as Schrieber had, the same view no doubt when she too had got dressed……..
Erika, via the mirror could easily discern the white garter belt beneath the flimsy satin………and those delicious suspender bumps from the straps that kept Schreiber’s stockings in place……….
The contrast of her white skin to that of the dark nylon was very arousing………
Her tummy tingled again………

Erika delicately lifted up the slip……..mimicking the delicate movements of what Schrieber and those instructors must have done when they too adjusted their stockings………
The lacy hemline was pulled up her thigh………revealing more of the dark grey and brownish taupe nylon shimmering on her leg………….

The unlucky Schreiber’s nylons had been Erika’s first experience on actually wearing any……
Erika had instantly adored the feel of real nylon over and encasing her legs………it was a unique experience…..…so tight and suffocating on her skin……..….it made her feel so desirable, so sexy…………..
She could not really explain the sensation……….the initial static of the slip, when the satin had slid over the stockings had been a nice surprise……..

She had not been disappointed in her endeavours…………and carnal research

She ran her hand over the welt and shadow welt, checking that they had not slipped down her thigh………..both darker than the lighter nylon weave on her lower leg………..
Erika made sure the nylon had not wrinkled…..………..
Her fingers rechecked that the suspender straps were secured correctly……….they should be, Erika had taken note on how Schrieber had worn them prior to their forced removal……….
The suspender straps fastenings were all secure, they were over and not under the panties………..the plastic clips hooking the dark nylon nicely

The white, wide garter belt complete with curving front panels sat correctly on Erika’s waist…………sitting nicely over those waist high and seamless panties also donated by the oblivious and very absent Fraulein Richter……..
The garter belt matched the plain design of the panties that Erika wore, also made of shiny white silky smooth two way stretch fabric…….
The belt followed the curve of her stomach………..partially visible pantie’s underneath, the curvature of her pubis………..the seamed and reinforced crotch between her legs………..

‘UUrrghhhh’
Followed by a quick.........
‘ghnnth’

It broke the spell for Erika.......
In a low and exasperated tone, she again mouthed quietly
‘Oh......do shut up’

Erika stood a little straighter……….still looking directly at the mirror
She had nearly finished inspecting herself in the underwear and stockings……….
With her striking feminine figure encased in the tight slip………she turned in the opposite direction………..spinning on her stocking clad feet she changed her viewing position, she wanted an all-round gander at herself……….
She noted her dark sheathed feet………the seams of the nylon darker over her toes………….
Just like they had been on the woman………..minus the red nail varnish of course

Still using the mirror, she turned her head and arched her body as much as possible towards the mirrored glass…………almost but not quite looking over her strapped shoulder
There was the bra band and fastening hooks visible over the back of the slip……….
The shoulder straps ran straight……….none were twisted and tangled, she would have felt it otherwise……
The outline of the narrower rear of the garter belt and the full backed panties over her shapely and curved bottom pleased her eye…
The vertical seams on both stockings looked straight on the back of her shapely calf’s and long legs

Her sexy stance rather mimicking that of a model she had once seen in a contraband magazine………..a publication smuggled in from West Germany………..

All her newly acquired underwear seemed to be in order……..
Erika let the slip fall……….pulling the lacy hemline down
She changed stance for a final check……..
One dark layered knee out, extended, hands on ger satin covered hips…………her chin up, like Schreiber tended to do…………her red lipstick coated mouth wide in a smile……..
Erika’s poise being rather playful, sensual and confident………

'MMPH PHRMPH'
‘MMMMFFF!’
‘MMFFF.......MFF!!!

Now that outburst was quite loud, and defiantly came across as vitriol aimed at Erika.......
Plus, that bed had nearly shook itself to pieces...........

Erika spun around angrily...........finally confronting the source of the annoying and very distracting racket
Angry she was at been disturbed in living out her fantasies...........
Yet again.........it was just as well; she was becoming too absorbed in her dressing.........
Now, was no time to dawdle..........
Time was getting on.........she had a goal after all...........she was doing this for a reason

She looked down at the source..........
Erika placed a finger to her red painted lips........
Her dark recently eyeshadowed and lined eyes blinking..............her lashes naturally dark and thin

‘Shhh’ .......
Hissed from Erika’s bright red lips...........

Erika was looking down at a rather flat out, horizontal and troubled figure..........
A figure that was scantily clad.............now

The obviously feminine and naked legs were in constant motion...........bare knees bending, ankles twisting and turning..........
Her legs prevented from moving as per the norm.........
But all were going nowhere..........
Trying to push against the white iron frame were a woman’s feet with small toes, the small nails varnished in red polish............
The twisting legs and feet were obviously belonging to someone in an agitated state.........

The cause of this distress was being tied tightly to opposite corners of a white iron bedstead rail..........
Thin ankles very secured by torn white strips of a bedsheet........tightly holding them in place....
There was more of her to see.......in fact there was plenty more on view
Too much in fact, which just added to the woman’s anguish.........

Nicely formed female thighs and hips............spread wide leaving nothing to modesty..........
Soft round female buttocks constantly attempted to raise themselves up from a thin and cheap military grade mattress.........
Hips raised up, propelled by glistening thighs...........waist and stomach rising up and down in useless attempts to be free.........
The woman’s sense of decency had literally been stripped away.........
Paula Schrieber’s intimate bodily areas held no secrets to Erika............
Not anymore.........

Paula Schrieber was writhing in excruciating embarrassment and shame........
Definitely regretting her choice in panties that morning.........
Never ever thinking that she would be made to strip........
She had chosen to encase her waist and groin in very a translucent white fabric.........
The panties were waist high; they covered her loins and groin and arched stylishly over her thighs....
But they were sheer..........intimately sheer..........
And her legs had been spread and tied wide..........
The panties were so thin that anyone could see everything.........and by everything that meant everything
Even the gusset of the panties did not help much.............
Her legs were so wide........and open..........
God..........she was mortified............

Erika was looking at her now..........in her slip, and the rest of Schrieber’s missing underclothes.........and not looking at her face either.......
Schrieber was almost reduced to tears as she attempted vainly to close her legs........they were going nowhere.........
Erika’s eyes were naturally attracted to the what was between Schreiber’s legs..........the trimmed tuft of springy, short and coiled hair was quite visible underneath the delicate pair of panties.........
The sight excited Erika........
She could even see the struggling woman’s navel............the pants were that high, but in reality, hid nothing..........

Schrieber took a little solace in her choice of bra.........
Thank God her bra was a lot less revealing...........

But that was the shock of it all.......
Schrieber had been reduced to just being in her bra and panties........in front of a stranger........in a dirty room on an equally grubby bed.........
How the hell...........
It beggared belief..........

Schreiber’s shoulders and arms were equally in constant motion...........
All of her bound body was sliding over the mattress............
To make matters worse the bonds were starting to hurt her......
All the constant struggling was making the torn strips of bedsheet tighter.........

Erika had warned her........Silly Girl

Schrieber’s breasts in the persistent heaving and pulling had hardly moved at all..........
Luckily for her, she had chosen to wear a sturdy and a more modest bra..........
Her breasts were not as large as Erika’s ..........
But the rounded and upright mounds were a decent enough size
She was not flat chested by far.........and if standing up, and in her clothes of course the bra would have provided a decent shaped and uplifted bosom..........

And importantly for a woman it was comfortable to wear......

Unfortunately, Schreiber felt far from comfortable all over........
She had been forced to lie on her back.........trapped, her body fully exposed to unwanted scrutiny
Her overly thin panties had become an embarrassment........
She had been luckier in her choice of brassiere that day..........
A shiny white polyester lightly padded, crossover bra..........
The bra tended to contour a woman’s breasts........
The very visible crossover elastic bands and sheer net between her bust separated and supported in comfort, her breasts, even when being forced to lie down had a good rounded shape........
In fact, when the agitated and terrified woman looked down at herself her bra clad breasts dominated her vision.......

The white nylon bra cups where sheer lined lace, a contouring line ran along where her nipples where positioned.........thankfully covered up from intrusive and unwanted eyes.......
Erika had noted those small floral swirly patterns again........
What was it with women with flowers on their undies.........but still, Erika approved nonetheless.......
The shoulder straps were thick, adjustment sliders at the top of the cups......
As she continued to struggle her chest rose........a thick elastic band under her breast cups and around her chest became very prominent........her chest rising up and down, but her tits remaining in place......

The bra band around her sides was likewise fully exposed, what with her arms extended to either side with her wrists tied to each corner of the bed frame
Revealing the fact that Paula Schrieber shaved under arms...........
Her bare pale shoulders taut and pulled tight to either side
The elevated and forced position of her arms had caused her upper chest, neck and head to sit lower on the rather thin grubby pillows that had been prepared for her head........

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The woman’s once styled, neat and orderly hair was now a complete mess.........she had been relieved of her clip and hair pins........
Her curled and mahogany coloured brown hair was now loose and free upon her head and brow, strands over her eyebrows and upon her face.........loose and trapped under the pillow, splayed on the dirty pillows........
Her ears bereft of the earrings that until recently had rather prettily adorned them.......

The desperate looking eyes of the woman were now very moist........mostly from mortification at being just in her underwear, shame from being forced to strip...........and now there was pain from her bonds...........
For she had been cruelly tied up

Her eyes were pleading and angry at the same time, it came in fits and starts.........anger at her powerlessness...........and the biting cloth that held her in place
She bucked her body extra hard...........
Her now red eyes fliting around the awful, dark room that she had been lured and imprisoned in

Watching that young bitch getting into her clothes..........
It was incredulous..........outrageous

'MMMHHGGG!!'
‘NGGG...’

Schrieber could not really protest at the outrageous violation..........not properly at least
Afterall, she had had to suffer the additional indignity of also being gagged........
The gag was tight in her mouth...........skin-tight, it hurt her now, digging into her mouth.......

Like the bedsheets that bound her limbs.........

Little did Paula Schrieber know that this had been done on purpose........
The tighter the bonds, and the more painful they would become, made the woman weaker and less cognizant on what was happening to her.........
Overly tight bonds were a great distraction.......
Erika had read it somewhere.........

The white gag was so tight that only painful low moans escaped her fully bunged mouth.........
Grunts and moans of discomfort matched by pleading watery eyes..........
Her mouth was full of now soaked and heavy feeling thick fabric, unseen deep inside her mouth........ramming her tongue back up and against the roof of her mouth.......
Secured by a double tied cleave gag...........
So tight was the cleave gag that her teeth still showed........even with the bung inside........
The cleave was smeared in red lipstick, likewise her upper and lower lips..........
The constricting gag had distorted the features of her lower face.........vastly altering Paul Schrieber’s appearance........
Causing her cosmetic smeared skin to appear pinched in and compressed.........
What with the wild trapped looking eyes................and her snorting nose...............it was harder to recognize her now as the young woman who had entered the institute just a short time before..........
Her once immaculate lips and mouth looked strained and drawn wide on her face..........her teeth clamped in an unnatural grin on the white and red smeared cloth..........
Her now scraggy and loose curls flowed over the gag knotted behind her head..........

Her head was in constant motion..........mainly from side to side, making the state of her hair worse..........as she had become weaker the woman’s attempts to raise her head had become less.........
Now her head tended to rise up........with the effort becoming too much it crashed back onto the pillows in futile resignation..........

‘UUrrghhhh’

Erika had been very brief in turning her attention to the once arrogant, officious and extremely rude Paula Schreiber........
The woman was going nowhere.........and Erika had somewhere to be..........
Erika had to don the rest of Schrieber’s outer clothing yet........

But as she did so..........
She remembered on what she had done to her........
Erika had taken great pleasure in overpowering and tying the girl up..........and had been surprised on how easy and quick it had been to do so...........

Erika had for years fantasized on doing similar to one of those lady instructors...........
Leaving her selected victim equally gagged and bound in their respective living quarters..........either in their undies or naked, it depended on Erika’s mood.........wearing all their fancy clothes, in one scenario with Erika slipping out through the main gate, wearing one of their eye catching outfits and racy underwear............meeting their cheap and dirty date.........making an excuse on why the expected woman could not make it.............and she could..........
Flirting outrageously and giving him the come on..........ultimately screwing the lover as the intended female remained bound, helpless and silenced within their own room.......

It was just a fantasy of course.........with no way of escaping the resultant retribution........
It was pie in the sky and left within her kinky and secret imagination........

But now within this room was no fantasy...........this was for real

She had overpowered a visiting government official...........
Erika had bound and gagged that said official, with the intent of wearing her clothes and would pretend to be her.........

Her constant fantasying of imposing bondage on other women had paid off..........
And not by using an offensive edged weapon either..........
The butterknife that she had stolen from the dining room lay next to Schreiber’s soon to be reused shoulder bag........
Erika could not even cut her toast with that edge..............
But yet again...........Schreiber was not to know that.........in her terror crazed mind the blade at her throat was razor sharp........
While being restrained and hand gagged Schreiber had been very quick to divest herself of her clothes by her own hand..........
Erika had enjoyed that.........
The frantic and jerky movements as the woman hurried to undress herself.........
The young woman had been given no chance to scream out...........
When Fraulein Schrieber’s own shaking hands had reduced herself to just being in her pants, garter belt, stockings and bra she had been given no time to orientate herself.........

Shocked, hand gagged and now in her undies all she saw was the mattress and bed in front of her rapidly approaching............

A muted scream left her mouth as Schreiber’s face was buried into the folds of the mattress.......
All she could smell was mothballs, damp and dust............
She had recoiled in disgust and revulsion and had therefore attempted to raise her head.......a strong hand gripped her head and pushed it back hard back into the mattress.......
She saw nothing..........
Especially as she had closed her eyes in terror............expecting the worse

The woman had nearly peed herself when she had felt the strange body hugging right up close behind her.........
Bumping up really close into her semi naked body............too close for a stranger to be..........
The contact was far too intimate for Paula Schrieber’s liking............it would have been too close if she had still been wearing her outer clothing..........

The bitch was right up on her back.........
What was she doing to her...........or going to do
This dire thought kept running through her scared and nocked off balanced mind.........

Schrieber’s face did not stay long buried in that moth balled mattress.......
She felt a grip on her hair..........and her head was yanked savagely back...........
Her eyes shot open.......
To frightened to scream through the vice like hand..........
She was about to cry out in pain when industrious hands began stuffing her mouth full of what felt like cloth.......
Schreiber felt her mouth being packed full, and not gently either.........

Verbally, the odd grunt left that once spiteful mouth........
‘ghmp’
'mh'
'nh’

And then quickly came those harsh hands binding something around her jowl.........ensuring that whatever was deep in her mouth became a lot tighter, suffocating.........
She moaned in discomfort and alarm........she was being roughly handled
Good God she finally realized what was happening to her.........
She was being gagged.............

When this obviously ‘Mad Cow’ had finished tying a knot at the back of her head Schrieber’s face had been forced back deep into the mattress

Her arms were at her side...........trapped by the warm clinging body of her assailant.........shagged up on the rear of her now semi naked and exposed body.......

Then the rough pawing and pulling had begun.........
Puala Schrieber trembled, and it was not just that she was now without her outer clothes in an unheated room.......
She felt fear as an uninvited stranger’s hands violated her body..........

At first the hands and fingers rummaged around her head.........
The pin that kept the silly yet annoyingly cute ‘Pompadour Beret’ on her head......
Then she felt the clip and pins within her hair being yanked out and removed.......
Humiliatingly, Schrieber felt a strong hand delve deep into and muddle through her hair, releasing it in a mocking gesture as the bitch had finished removing what she needed........

The all too intimate intrusions did not stop there..........

Schrieber quaked as she felt an investigating hand quickly touch one of her breasts.........only lightly and all too tenderly for Schrieber’s liking..........the hand softly caressing the material of one of her laden bra cups........
Schriber held her breath before the intrusive hand suddenly retreated.........
She breathed again......
But respite from uncertainty was very brief........
She involuntarily jumped when the same hand was felt on her back........near her bra band and the fastening hooks........
The strange finger nails lingering and sliding over her back, apparently orientated around where her bra was fastened around her upper torso......
As if her assailant was interested in something.......... examining her exposed back
But why?

Schrieber gave a gagged groan as she finally felt the hand leave her body..........
But for how long would she leave her alone.......
Not long it seemed.........

Schrieber was excruciatingly aware of the bitch’s thighs riding up on her buttocks........now just covered by her rather too thin panties.........
The garter belt and stockings hardly counted........they just added to her current embarrassment

Because Schreiber had been forced to remain on her knees and the rest of her forced over onto the mattress.........the stress position resulted in her rounded rump being thrust out to the rear.........
As if she was inviting someone to take advantage of her........
It was all rather degrading......
Then there was the constant rubbing up against her arse by the attackers’ thighs and groin as she went about her nefarious business...........

She jumped again and gave an angered muted scream when she felt hands that were not her own on her thighs........fingers immediately doing things to her without her consent
Fingers inside her stocking tops.........she felt the nails on her skin where nails other than her own should rightfully be..........

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Fingers fiddling around.........
Schrieber felt her suspender straps being tampered with...........she tried to lift her head and turn around
A hand swiftly pushed her gagged face into the mattress.......

Then Schrieber realized what was happening........
The bitch was stealing her new taupe stockings..............

She sensed the suspenders had been released........
Strange unwanted hands peeling the stocking down her thigh.........then down her leg
Schrieber tried to wriggle in protest.......
It was no good.......
Her trembling leg was being lifted........the nylon coming away over her knee..........and finally from her toes....
Schrieber felt cold air on the now bare skin of her leg........now free from the skin tight nylon.......

Her other leg soon experienced the same desecration.........
Fraulein Schrieber was soon aware that she had also lost the use of her this and gossamer stockings.........

Schreiber was once again mortified when searching fingers assaulted her lower back.........eager to free fastenings...........must be her garter belt thought the distressed young woman.............and she was right .........
Paula Schrieber soon felt the constant pressure on her stomach being released as she was deprived of her very tight, elasticated and very private garter belt........

Jesus.......she thought, she was just down to her bra and knickers...........

Then Schrieber remembered her choice of panties that morning.........
Oh Fuck.......she had thought.........

How far was this bitch going with her clothes.............when would it end

Thankfully, but unknown to Schrieber, her remaining modesty would be preserved......
Erika had taken all that she needed........
But not all what she really wanted..........
Given free reign she would have had Schrieber naked.........

Throughout the ordeal of being stripped Paula Schrieber had moaned through the tight gag
'MMFFMHH...!'
'MMMHHGGG!!'
‘NGGG......’

It had been so easy.........
As if Schreiber had been reduced to being a mere mannequin in a shop window and Erika was the window dresser.......

After putting her finger to her newly painted lips and saying ‘Shhh’
Erika had once again ignored the young woman she had overpowered and gagged.........
Erika had the rest of her clothes to get dressed in.........and time was waiting for no one
She padded over to the rest of Schreiber’s clothing.......

Erika was still pleasantly surprised on how her feet and legs felt in the nylon stockings, swishing against her stolen slip.........
She was titivated by wearing it all........appreciating the tight hugging sensation around her waist and hips provided by the garter belt........
The absentee Lorena’s Richter's Bra and panties had complemented Schreiber’s undies perfectly.......

Erika had decided from that point on.........
She liked wearing other women’s clothing.......more than liked..........she craved it
As well as stealing their clothes........she was stealing part of them
And Erika had never been sure of who she was in the first place..........being another, a ready-made personality made the conundrum much easier in her mind........
To Erika it was just a twisted form of shopping for clothes..........

Erika had picked up the soft and thin blouse.......obviously creased and used
She shook the garment out..........lifting it she slid her white arm through a sleeve......
It felt so soft on her skin........
Unlike the underwear and stockings that had still been warm from their previous owner the blouse was now cold to the touch........
She felt the light viscose material slid over her newly bedecked shoulder..........the flimsy material sliding over large polyester and satin clad breasts and shoulder straps.........
Schrieber’s slip making it all easier as designed..........
The buttons were tighter with Erika for the simple reason of having an enlarged anatomy in certain places...........
Once enclosed the blouse was more filled out with her wearing it........but the blouse fitted, it was just tighter on her..........
The clotted cream coloured fabric was full of stretch lines over her bust.........

Erika reached over for the brown pin check tweed skirt........

It took her some time in adjusting herself before she stepped into it........
Erika knew it would be tight.........she had seen it so on Schrieber, and remembered the fact that the woman had found walking in it very restrictive.......
Hence her stupid walk...........

The lace trimmed slip had risen..........and with skirt being tight it had taken time for Erika to pull the garment down on her knees as it should be........
But once sat correctly underneath the skirt it should not rise...........
Erika's’ posture was rather one of a woman slightly squatting..........back bent forward........legs apart as her hands delving inside the skirt making sure the satin slip ran true the length oh her hips, thighs and legs
Once satisfied she straightened up, tucking the delicate tail of the blouse inside the skirt..........
At the same time pulling the skirt up high around her waist.........pulling the tweed fabric tight and pulling up the zipper on her rear............inserting the small button through the hole provided...........

She adjusted the skirts waist, seeing her reflection within the mirror......... until the skirt felt and looked comfortable......
She liked her reflection so far....... she looked smart, with the blouse and skirt, her hair tight and pinned.........
She looked like a real woman..........and quite normal

There was no evidence of any suspender bumps on her thick thighs..........
Erika ran her hand over the curve of her stomach..........her tummy showed less on the skirt than the woman who legitimately owned it.........
Erika was fitter.......
In general shape, the woman stripped of her skirt was very far from being overweight.........it was just that she had more of a womanly figure........fuller, softer.........a typical female for her age.......
Erika was near enough an athlete..........
Her calf’s more toned and trimmer than those of the female who should still be inside the stockings..........

Satisfied in her look she finally buckled the leather brown belt that hung from the loops.........
She wrapped and tightened the belt........she was one notch better than Schrieber, she could tell as Schreiber’s waistline had left its mark on the belt........
The skirt was a little looser on Erika.......unlike Fraulein Schrieber she had a little more room to maneuver........
Walking in the skirt may be a little easier.........

Erika reached for the woman’s beret styled hat.........
The blouse tightening on and around her body as she did so........
Just as it had done on the now bound woman............revealing the tantalizing obscure visage of the underwear underneath.......
Again, by using the mirror Erika placed the hat on the back of her head.......spent a little time positioning the ‘Pompadour Beret’ identically the way that Schrieber had worn it.........once there, she retrieved the hat pin and inserted the thin enameled metal through her hair and hat.......

She was nearly there.........
She had a quick peek in the mirror..........
Maybe Schrieber was trying for a ‘Parisian Look’...........if so, Erika looked better and more French than she had..........

Wish a renewed flourish Erika picked up the matching suit jacket with its obvious shoulder padding...........her bloused arm slipped inside the first arm........then the second.........soon she was shrugging the jacket over the shoulders, adjusting the collars, making sure the tan tweed lapels were straight..........
Erika buttoned up the jacket and pulled it over her chest........then pulled the garment down to ensure it sat on her hips correctly.........

She again checked herself over in the mirror........sliding her hands over the jacket and skirt.......turning her profile sideways.........

Erika defiantly looked different in the suit compared to Paula Schrieber.........she looked better, and bigger
The most obvious difference being in the bust.........the blouse and jacket really bulged out now, Schrieber had a good curve to her chest and the bra she was wearing helped there......her breasts looking rather pointed from within those cups.......
Erika should know........she had just seen them in all their lacy glory..........

From the side, and with her tight and thin waist........
Her rounded peach shaped tight backside.............
She looked fabulous............

Eika finally moved over to those delicious and shiny brown high heeled shoes.......

Someone above had been watching over her this day
Erika had discovered earlier after getting Schrieber to strip herself........that the woman’s shoes had fitted her..........just
They were a little tight........but they had fitted..........making the shoes she had stolen from Richter’s room rather redundant and looking rather pathetic now in contrast

Erika slipped her stockinged foot into one of the shoes repositioned earlier at the base of the mirror.........
She slid her foot into the shoe, still upright, slightly crouched over..........she was fascinated in this simple, normal everyday act of being a woman........
She noted the dark reinforced seam over her toes sliding inside the shoe........disappearing inside........
Schrieber without really caring must have done the same before she left her house or flat that same morning.......
Erika noted that the sensation was completely different from that of wearing socks........there was no comparison.......
She was enthralled by the feel of the thin nylon on her foot and the leather of the shoes.........she could feel every contour of the shoe inside as her toes slid up the vamp and to the pointed toe box..........
With the nylon being so thin.........the shoe leather felt rather cold........

When her heel reached the insole, she flicked up her calf backwards and bending her now dark nyloned knee.......
The slip under the skirt hissed.........
Her hand reached down ensuring the counter of the heel encased her foot..........using the thin high heel to push the shoe correctly onto her foot......
Her foot and leg returned to the floor.........

She repeated the process with the other foot and shoe.......

When standing she was now taller in the stolen heels.........

She studied her new rich and dark taupe nylon sheathed legs with the shoes.........it was an elegant look, very pleasing to the eye.........
The long and tight tan pin checked skirt, high on her waist, tight on her backside, hips and thighs
Erika’s pert bottom was literally a peach to look at.......complimented by the short suit jacket...........it looked more synched at her waist than when Schrieber had worn it........
Complemented by the neat and conservative cream blouse underneath, with the neck ribbon at her throat tied and bowed, again, the same as when the woman had sported the blouse.........