Maria caught her breath and thought again. There was something she could do. She could defect to the Communists and go back to Hungary with Eva. The idea stunned her and overwhelmed her at the same time, but she dare not let Don see the sudden change.
"Wait here. Maria." Don told her. "I'll make it as quick as possible. She's still asleep, isn't she?"
Maria nodded. He stepped past her moving swiftly towards the tent. There was no time to analyze her feelings. It was now or never!
She tensed her fingers straightening them in the karate position. Then she leaped forward, chopping the man viciously across the back of his neck as he stooped to move into the tent. He fell forward against the canvas sliding off it to the ground unconscious before his body slumped into the sand.
Quickly, Maria stepped over him. Eva and Sandra were awake staring at her as she entered and began to dress. Ignoring Sandra. Maria said: "Get your clothes on, Eva. I'm taking you back to Hungary. They're going to kill you and we haven't much time!"
The urgency was communicated to Eva and the girl hurriedly dressed, shooting frightened glances at Maria. When they were both ready, Maria snatched up their bags and grabbed Eva's hand.
"When Don comes to tell him I'm sorry!" she said to Sandra. “He won't understand, but tell him they can't treat people as if they were puppets… not all the time, not the way they've treated me."
Against her better judgment and all common sense, Maria had landed in Nice to pick up Magda, Eva's maid. True, it was the last place Don would think of looking for them, but it was running a tremendous risk of discovery. Still, Eva said she couldn't leave the girl alone. Magda was probably being questioned (or even tortured) by the other Communist bodyguards who would suspect that the girl had something to do with the plot to kidnap her mistress.
And so they had taken a cab to Eva's hotel managing to get to the room Eva shared with Magda without incident. Eva went in first and Maria heard her give a loud sigh of relief. She put her head cautiously around the door. Eva and Magda were embracing and the room seemed to be empty apart from the two girls.
Maria sidled in, being careful to lock the door behind her. From her smattering of Hungarian, she could make out that Magda had been questioned by the security agents, but they had accepted her story that she knew nothing about Eva's disappearance.
Eva introduced them and Maria took Magda's hand and clasped it warmly. The girl was very attractive, she thought, appraising Magda's full, young figure. And she felt a moment's jealousy as she realized that Eva had, of course, known the girl very intimately.
“We must go," she said brusquely. “We can't waste tune. The plane will be re-fueled and ready to go by the time we get back to the airport."
Eva was listening to Magda who had begun to whisper quickly in her ear. She met Maria's eyes, looking rather mysterious. “Darling Maria," she said. I’m sure another hour won't make any difference. You see, Magda tells me that she has finished making a costume for me. I want so much to try it on!"
Maria stared at her in disbelief. “You can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "Every minute counts, yet you want to try on a damned dress!" She almost stamped her foot with impatience. “And you want to take a whole hour over it! You must be crazy! Come on, we've got to leave right now!"
“Oh, please, Maria!" Eva was like a child, pleading to be allowed to stay up late. A husky, little-girl tone crept into her voice. “It's something very special, something I've been looking forward to for so long! And it isn't exactly a dress, you know? It's much more exciting than that."
Maria could see that Eva was extremely anxious to show her the “something very special," and despite herself her own curiosity was aroused. "All right, then," she relented. “But please hurry up. Just try it on and then take it off again, We can't afford to waste time."
Excitedly, Eva hurried into the bedroom with Magda. Two minutes passed. Maria fidgeted nervously, glancing at her watch every few moments. At last the girls emerged again-and the garment Eva had been so eager to try on took her breath away.
It was a completely transparent piece of stretch nylon which fitted the beautiful girl's body so tightly that every part of her was visible. Yet the material fastened snugly around her neck and covered her entire body, coming like a body-stocking over her legs to end in stockings so sheer that her toe-nails and even the faint beauty spot just below her knee could be seen plainly.
Eva looked ravishing! Maria's eyes traveled slowly up and down the girl, taking in the sexy outlines of her crotch and breasts. Everywhere, from her toes to her neck, the material hugged her otherwise naked body with possessive, tingling tightness. Eva posed provocatively for her, turning so that Maria could admire her rear view; where the rounded cheeks of her buttocks were set off to perfection by the clinging tan hued material.
Magda stood proudly in the background, her eyes going from her mistress to Maria. She had worked hard to complete the bizarre costume for Eva and this was her reward-to see how adorable the girl looked in it.
"Come and feel it," Eva invited. "Come close to me, darling. Put your arms around me and touch me… touch me all over!"
Maria felt herself moving as if entranced towards the nylon-encased girl. Her hands went out and she passed them around Eva, feeling a shock of sudden, electric excitement as her fingers stroked the sheer material. She ran her hands slowly up and down Eva's body, realizing that her buttocks were even more alluring and sexy with their coating of sleeky nylon.
Eva stood quite passively, hands at her side, while Maria caressed her. Her eyes felt heavy and she let them close. Everywhere, the garment encompassed her. It pressed into her crotch, drawn up tightly into the lips of her cunt. It swathed her breasts like a second skin, making her baby-nipples perk as stiff as they were able. It hugged her buttocks, constricting the cheeks with a lifting, constraining pressure that made them feel very precious and prominent.
Only one thing was missing; the feel of a really naked girl to press up against her, her flesh merging and rubbing against Eva's erotic "dress".
"Maria," she whispered. "Take your clothes off, darling! I want so much for you to be nude and rub your body into mine!"
Magda came quickly up behind her. The girl, probably sensing, what was required rather than understanding Eva s words, began to unzip Maria’s dress. Maria let it fall to the ground. Magda unhooked her bra, slipped it over her shoulders, then turned her attention to Maria's panties.
Something inside her was preventing Maria from protesting that they should hurry. She felt (the image rushing unbidden to her mind), like a fly caught in a spider's web, transfixed, unable to see, knowing that to struggle would only make her prison more secure… "
As Magda peeled her panties off, Maria felt the maid run her fingers lightly over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. Mouth dry, Maria said "Don't you think Magda should undress too?"
Eva nodded gravely. It was as if the girls were taking part in some ancient, ordained ritual. She whispered something to Magda and the girl quickly removed her own clothes and stood at Eva’s side facing toward Maria. The latter girl put her body against Eva's again, this time feeling the full significance of the silk on her now-naked flesh.
She urged herself forward into Eva, making the girl move slowly backwards. Together, locked m a tight embrace, they glided into the bedroom, Magda following closely, Marla kissed her silken lover and put her tongue between Eva's lips, working it sweetly into the girl's mouth and licking intimately around Eva's teeth, Easily, unhurriedly, the girls sank onto the bed and started to rub and caress each other's bodies.
The nylon made a noise like static crackling with every movement of Eva's limbs. All over the girl's legs, buttocks and breasts roamed Maria's hands, slowly and painstakingly covering every inch of the sheathed skin.
Magda came silently up onto the bed, maneuvering herself alongside their gently writhing bodies. She began to stroke Maria's ass, rubbing softly on the supple cheeks which seemed to attract her so intensely. Her other hand found Eva's left breast, rested lightly on the hot globe and began to play with it; making the luxuriously curved ball wobble deliciously under its silken prison.
Maria's hands worked their way beneath Eva's buttocks, she lifted the sensational mounds up and wriggled her fingers between them. Eva's crotch was damp through the tightly stretched nylon. The bulge of her cunt-lips had pressed so hotly against the material that her oppressed pussy had been forced to dribble a little of its love-moisture onto the clinging cloth.
Into Maria's open mouth Eva moaned: "Oh darling! I can't wait any longer! Please kiss me there, there, where your fingers are! Put your lips on my cunt and kiss me hard!"
Maria slithered down Eva's body, feeling the nylon brushing electrically against her nipples. She lay with her face lifted to Eva's marvelously shapely cunt-bulge and put her fingers on the girl's thighs. Then, almost savagely, she brought her mouth down onto Eva's cunt.
She kissed the pubic mound strongly, sinking her lips into the moist material. She drew a large portion of the flesh into her mouth and bit her teeth together over the succulent and intimate lips.
Through the thin, transparent material, she could taste the juices of Eva's cunt, pungent and wild. Her tongue poked frantically forwards, making the nylon sink into the luscious vulva; vainly trying to penetrate the fine cloth.
Sudden sensations at her own crotch told Maria that Magda was having more success. The maid had wriggled herself underneath Maria's body and was now lying with her mouth in direct line with the girl's pussy, beginning to lick her tongue into the pink lips. Maria realized that Magda's feet must be resting on the floor, her body curved to permit it her access to the fleshy treasure between Maria's thighs.
Until Magda's tongue had actually started to penetrate her vulva, she had been too absorbed with Eva to even notice the maid's movement!
Frustration welling up unbearably inside her, Maria tried again and again to tear the nylon away from Eva's body. It seemed to be impossible. The thread was too strong, the material too tight to even snatch up and rip. Yet Eva seemed to be enjoying herself as much as if Maria were kissing and sucking at her naked cunt!
Maria forced her tongue as hard as she could drive it against the impenetrable nylon sheath. She could feel Magda's lips and tongue doing things to her own cunt which made her squirm and wiggle with delight. But Eva's seemed to be completely inaccessible.
Maria had an idea! She closed her front teeth securely over the very tiny piece of nylon which was not adhering too tightly to Eva's flesh-the piece which covered the girl's actual cunt-and started to bite through the material.
She gnawed relentlessly on it, until finally it began to unravel. Quickly, Maria slipped her little finger into the small tear and, using her sharp nail, worked it into a hole which was large enough to admit her tongue!
Breathlessly, she poked her tongue through the tear in the nylon and into Eva's very wet pussy. It seemed to taste even more delicious than before, perhaps because of the difficulty she had experienced in getting her tongue into the slit. Maria transferred her hands to Eva's buttocks, again fondling the ass cheeks and lifting them to give her an easier penetration of the girl's cunt.
Maria ravished Eva's soft inner lips with her tongue, running up and down the narrow channel, dabbing it quickly from side to side, teasing by almost withdrawing it; keeping it absolutely still for a few moments, and then once more driving her tongue furiously into the girl's soft, fleshy pussy.
With her relaxation at finally gaining entrance to Eva's cunt, Maria became aware of the sweet and considerate things which Magda was doing to her own cunt. The maid had pushed her forefinger deep into the hole, working it in and out alongside her tongue.
Magda was paying very special attention to Maria's clitoris, knowing from the large size of the girl's sensitive bud that it was, perhaps, even more of an erotic zone than usual. The tip of her tongue rolled constantly over the fiery red protuberance, licking at it with an infuriating, sexy insistence that made Maria's head spin with pleasure.
Suddenly, Eva's hand gripped Maria's hair. "I'm starting to come!" she sobbed. "Oh, push into me, darling! Harder than ever! Feel me? Feel me coming? Oh, Maria, oh my darling!!"
She lifted her legs wildly, bearing down on the furiously cunt-licking Maria. Her body shook urgently, her fingers grabbed at Maria's long hair!
Maria kept her lips pressed as tightly as possible against Eva's violently pulsating cunt.
A familiar itchiness was growing around her own crotch and Maria realized that her climax was being speeded by Magda's tender ministrations.
She shifted slightly, moving so that her breasts pushed into Eva's tummy; the tautly stretched silk burning against her nipples. Magda moved with her, not releasing her tongue from its petting of Maria's pussy for a single moment.
Maria got her hands out from under Eva's buttocks and cupped the girl's breasts. Her fingers toyed greedily at the little nipples, plucking them up from Eva's silk-swathed tittles and pinching the boyish buds frenziedly.
Silky! So silky, so silky… her mind kept repeating. The words drummed relentlessly through her brain. So silky… so silky…
She felt as if she was going completely insane. The phrase pounded in her head, seeming to How from her fingertips, course through her entire body and then revolve like a mad litany around her brain.
The nylon! Her mind screamed. Feel how superb it is! Feel how sexy it is! Feel the silkiness of the nylon!
The girl covered from head to toe in it! Beneath her, her flesh absorbed, her skin smothered with the clinging, swathing material! Eva! So naked and yet so securely wrapped in filmy, diaphanous nylon!
Maria realized dimly that she was crying aloud, babbling insanely about Eva's strange garment. She could feel herself becoming one with Eva, climbing into the silky nylon with the girl, their flesh melting together. Losing her own identity completely, existing only as fragmentary part of Eva's body.
With a violence that had never before accompanied her orgasms, Maria pumped her cunt on Magda's mouth! She smothered the girl's face, making her gasp for breath as she tried to satisfy Maria's terrible appetite.
Not until her body was stiff from exhaustion did Maria at last fall over onto her side, her eyes rolling, her lips bruised from their contact with Eva's hard-mounded cunt.
Many minutes passed before Maria came slowly back to reality. When she did open her eyes and focus them, she saw that Eva had moved off the bed. She looked quickly around the room.
There, posing vainly in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, stood the Communist girl. She seemed not to notice the presence of the others. She stared fixedly at her reflection and ran her hands up and down her silky body.
Maria walked across and stood by her side. Still Eva appeared to be oblivious of her. "Darling," Maria murmured softly. “We really must be going now. You'll have to get dressed.” Eva made no reply. She continued to stare at herself, turning slightly to adopt a different stance, her fingers constantly moving over her breasts arid crotch.
Maria took her arm and shook it gently, "Come along, Eva," she insisted, "It's very important. We've got to leave… "
When Eva still didn't move, didn't even glance at her, Maria grew a little afraid, "Eva!" she called loudly. "Look at me! Look at me, Eva!" Her voice was high-pitched and barely under control. "Eva!"
"I'm all silky," the girl whined suddenly. "Look at me! I'm so silky and sexy, aren't I?"
Maria's heart beat faster. There was an odd, faraway look in Eva's eyes. She swung the girl round to face her, her fingers biting into the softness of Eva's arms.
"Listen to me, darling," she commanded. "You're suffering from shock or something. Maybe you got too excited just now. But we've got to go! You must get dressed! Do you understand?"
Eva's eyes looked right through her. Maria shook the girl violently. "Eva!" she shouted. "Eva!”
"So silky… so silky… so silky…!" the girl repeated in a dead monotone. Maria released her suddenly and backed away… terrified! She remembered the way those very words had poured remorselessly through her own mind. And how she had felt on the very brink of madness!
Eva had turned back to the mirror as soon as Maria's hands left her. She sighed and touched herself in a horrifying travesty of narcissism, her every movement betraying the seeds of insanity which were quickly ripening in her mind.
Maria couldn't tell if this was merely a temporary breakdown or if Eva's brain had suffered permanent damage. But she knew that the girl was termed a genius and that she had been under a tremendous strain during the past years, working practically nonstop on her brilliant and revolutionary theories.
The crack-up may have happened anyway. But there was no escaping the fact that the events of the last day had contributed to this breakdown. Maria felt panicky, completely at a loss. If she took Eva back to Hungary in this state they would immediately suspect her of doing this to the girl deliberately. If she handed her over to the Western agents they would kill her. And the only other alternative to murder Eva herself-she knew she could never even consider.
Wasn't there some kind of symbolism associated with wanting to be wrapped entirely in a tightly clinging garment? Maria found herself wondering about the psychology of the question, probably to take her mind off the insoluble problem of deciding what action to take.
Probably it represented an overwhelming desire to return to the safety of the womb. Poor Eva. She certainly had a great deal to escape from. There was the pressure of her work, the feeling she must have of being no more than an object for East and West to fight over.
And then, the world came to an end for both Eva and Maria, as well as the poor Hungarian maid. With two heavy thuds, the door splintered open and the two bodyguards lurched into the room. The three sets of eyes stared at them mercilessly. One man held a large Luger in his hand, the other one (the one whom Maria had encountered in the restroom on the plane) had a much longer weapon-a pistol with a large silencer on it.
There was a "thump" sound and Eva fell to the floor, blood pouring from her heart. Another "thump" sound, and Magda joined her. And then the man smiled cruelly at Maria. She would never know if she heard the third "thump." The shot killed her immediately.
There was more shooting, however as the men left the room. Two Western Intelligence agents and four local policemen gunned them down. Don Cabot only stood in the background and watched. His lips twisted into a snarl.
He was not finished. He was not through. Coming through this episode seemed to have proved something to him.