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Chapter 15
The Wedding Night II
“Love is in the Air IIâ€
Bernstein Manor: The Great Hall, well after Midnight
Chris´ Suite:
The Lord of the Medjai led and Christine Auguste Victoria Wilhelmine von der Marwitz, the renowned Artist, the Woman who knew no fear in Battle, followed “It is like a dream!†she mused. Ardeth Bey´s grip was firm, but not brutal. His Skin was dry. It was rough, tanned by the relentless Sun of the Egyptian Desert.
The Desert Warrior projected a calm Power, something Chris felt she could relate to. Someone she felt, she could relate to. He would have to fight though for the Prize. A smile curled her Lips. Obviously, Ardeth Bey knew the Way to her Suite “No Wonder†Chris grinned “He has been briefed!â€
In her left Hand, she held her Platform-Sandals, as she followed Ardeth Bey. They walked along in Silence. It was a Silence buzzing with Anticipation. Before the Door to Chris´ Suite, they stopped. Chris and Ardeth Bey stepped over the Threshold. The Medjai took in the Atmosphere but said nothing. He inhaled the Scent: Chris´ Perfume, he noticed the two lacquered Boxes which held Chris´ Katanas. The whole Room breathed the Blondes’ powerful Presence.
Chris decided to make the first Move “Would you kindly unzip me, Lord of the Medjai?†She batted her Eyelashes “Please?†“A Warrior Princess who begs?†the Desert Warrior smiled “No, I ask a Service from one Warrior to the other!†The Pianist corrected him mildly and turned her back to him.
She shuddered as his strong fingers touched her bare tanned muscular Shoulders. Ardeth Bey pulled the Zipper down, Chris´ Gown glided on the Floor into a heap of green Silk around Chris´ Ankles. Gracefully she stepped out of it and turned:
Except for a set of emerald-green Bra and Panties, she wore thigh-high nude Stockings only. The Pianist looked Ardeth Bey straight in the Eye. Her Eyes glistening and challenging the Medjai.
The Lord of the Medjai gave her the once-over like any Man would muster a beautiful Woman at any Place and at any Time: From Helen of Troy to Heidi Klum. Respectfully – taking in the Beauty. A small smile curled the Blonde´s full lips. The Medjai noticed the Glitter in her incredibly green Eyes – and so Chris´ sudden attack caught him not on the wrong Foot:
Swiftly he stepped aside and the powerful Kick of Chris´ left leg missed him by Inches only. She had aimed at his Breastbone. Undeterred the Pianist followed through with a quick Combination of Strokes. And she did not pull any Punches. But the Medjai was a worthy Opponent.
He stayed on the Defence for now though.
They had both seen themselves fighting in Battle. They knew they were on equal terms. They traded blows for some Time. Suddenly the Medjai changed Tactics. His Attack was technically different from the Style Chris had assimilated since her Youth, but it was efficient. His right foot connected solidly with the Blonde´s Breastbone. It sent her flying. She landed hard on her Bed. It knocked the breath out of her. Not that she was finished – not at all.
Ardeth Bey wasted no Time. With two quick Steps, he closed the Distance and straddled Chris. The Blonde countered. As the Medjai tried to pin her Arms down the Pianist bucked like a Kentucky Stallion and threw him off. The Desert Warrior was fast though. He straddled her again, and grabbed her flailing Wrists with his left, pressed them together hard.
Chris held not still for a moment. But Ardeth Bey held fast too. He pressed her wrists together with his left, and his firm right grabbed a silken Scarf from Chris´ Nightstand “I will not submit!†The Blonde´s Eyes were blazing.
The Lord of the Medjai said nothing. Instead, he held firm with his left and tied Chris's wrists with his right: Finally, Chris's Hands were firmly secured to the Headboard above her Head.
The Blonde breathed heavily “You are the first Man in a while who bested me!†Her Smile was wicked – during the fight her Bra had gone lost – and Chris shook her full firm Breasts invitingly. Ardeth Bey could not help but stare – the Pianist had counted on that Moment of Distraction: Men!
This was all she needed:
She dislodged him of her Thighs and her long muscular legs clamped around his upper Body in a tight Scissor Hold. Chris pressed firmly and smiled. The Lord of the Medjai smiled back “You are really a Lioness!â€
Huskily Chris whispered, her Eyes glittering “Then tame me!†Chris's nyloned Heels pressed more firmly into his Back under his Shoulder Blades. Her Strength was impressive. He felt the strong muscles. The Pianist pressed more firmly, squeezed like a Boa Constrictor.
And she smiled.
With a powerful Motion, Ardeth Bey broke Chris´ Scissor Hold. He stood and looked down at the Pianist. Naked except for her Panties and her Stockings. Her tanned Skin glistened with Sweat. Her Wrists were firmly tied to the Headboard. It was an incredibly erotic Sight.
Chris smiled up at him. She had not had that much fun with a Man in Years, even not with Robert. Their Sex had been great – but there had been Limits. He would have never dared to handle her like Ardeth Bey did.
“Is this all you got!†She provoked the Desert Warrior. He had taken off his Tuxedo Jacket. Under his starched white Dress Shirt – she could make out his trained and battle-hardened Upper Body “Who did say I am finished with you Princess!†He smiled that enigmatic Smile. He walked around the Bed to Chris's Nightstand and took two more Silk Scarves.
Resolutely he grabbed Chris´ left Ankle, to secure it to the left Bedpost. Chris right nyloned Heel hit him hard in the Back. He ignored it and tied instead her left Ankle to the Bedpost. The Blonde kicked him again “I am not helpless!†she whispered, “Not yet!†Ardeth Bey grabbed her flailing right Ankle firmly and secured it as well.
The Pianist strained with all her considerable Strength against her silken Bonds. She flexed her Feet and opened and closed her Fists – and shook her breasts. The Medjai unbuttoned his Shirt and threw it aside. Chris groaned. She took in the perfectly sculpted upper Body. The Scars from many Battles. She strained more. The Bed creaked – but her silken Bonds did not budge.
“You Fiend!†she taunted him “I could still scream!†and looked to the Nightstand. Besides the Shawls the Medjai spotted several used Panties “I wore them all in the last Days!†Chris's green Eyes glittered with Mischief – and longing. She strained with all her might “I will scream!â€
Ardeth Bey said nothing. With two, or three quick steps, he grabbed several Panties at the Nightstand. Just as Chris opened her Mouth to scream loudly – the Medjai stuffed the first Pair – a blue one – in her left Cheek. A silvery one on the right and a black one in the Centre.
The Pianists Mouth was pretty stuffed by now – but with some Effort her Captor pressed a white one in too. He took a deep red silken Scarf and tied it around her Mouth. One time, two times. A third.
He stood back and looked down at Chris -- sensually she moaned into her packed Mouth. Moved her Breasts invitingly and flexed her nyloned Feet “Are you tamed now, Princess?†His Face was unreadable. Chris shook her Head and Ardeth Bey was sure, she smiled under her Gag “What a Woman!†He thought “That can be amended!†He smiled down at his Prize and loosened his belt.
Fire flooded Chris Veins as she watched as the Medjai loosened his Belt and stepped out of his Pants and Shoes. He kept his black Shorts on though, but the Blonde noticed the Bulge in his Pants “He is massive!â€
The Beduine mounted the Bed, knelt between Chris´ splayed legs. He took in the Sight, as his Gaze glided above those long muscular, perfectly sculpted legs. The emerald, green Panties. With a smile, Ardeth Bey noticed the damp Patch on the Crotch Panel.
The Medjai bowed down and cupped Chris´ full firm Breasts. The Blonde shuddered under the touch of his dry and firm Hands. He squeezed firmly, kneading her Breasts. His Touch was firm. Rough. Not brutal. The Medjai pinched her nipples. They were rock-hard “More!†Chris screamed into her packed Mouth.
She flexed her feet and pointed her Toes. With a decisive Move, the Lord of the Medjai ripped Chris´ Panties off – he balled them together, bowed down, and pressed the very damp Wad on her flaring Nostrils. The Pianist inhaled her Scent – she grated her Hips and moaned. He took off his Shorts. She watched at Ardeth Bey´s Crotch: His Member was large -and rock-hard.
The Medjai pulled his shorts down, Christ watched, and she breathed in …
He bowed down. She felt as he entered her in a gentle way “My God! That feels so good!†Ardeth Bey pumped with slow Motions. Firm Thrusts. Hard. He accelerated slowly. Tantalizing slowly. Chris screamed into her Gag. She grated her Hips. Matched his Rhythm. They moved in Tone. The Blonde let go. Her body took over. Their Speed increased “More!†She was not far away now … as she came? It was like flying!
Ardeth Bey was fascinated: They orgasmed at the same Time – in a thundering crescendo “She has her Mouth packed with four Pairs of Panties! And she is so vocal!†Chris´ green Eyes rolled back into her Head. She blackened out.
Her Body relaxed.
He removed himself and looked down at the Blonde who was still out to the Count “She looks so peaceful!†She had given herself to him fully – and he had the feeling that Chris von der Marwitz did that only to People she considered Friends, as in real Friends. She opened her Eyes. Those stunning emerald-green Eyes … they said so much.
Above all? “Give me more!â€
The Glitter in her Eyes? The Lioness was not tamed – yet ….
Ragna´s and Ekaterina´s Suite:
The honourable Lady Merit eased herself on the Sybian Stool. Jolly Roger was large. She felt its many knobs. The Egyptian had frogtied herself. Except for a pair of nude thigh-high Stockings, the Egyptian was naked. Her body glistened with Sweat. Merit was proud of her Body, her Assets. She cupped her Breasts with her Hands, squeezed and moaned. And squeezed more.
Since she was Part of Chris´ and Anna´s household bodily exercise was part of her daily routine. Jogging, the Gym – and Martial Arts. There were other Lessons too: “Escapology†Ragna called them – and she had made progress the Icelandress had told her. She even had beaten the blonde Valkyrie in personal Combat.
Merit suspected though the Blonde had let her win – for Motivation. Sparring with Chris was taxing. Always. The End of that “Lessons†was ever the same: The Egyptian ended on the Floor of the Gym with Chris´ or her Socks – sometimes both – in her mouth. And tied up. Chris could be scary – but Merit had learned how caring the Pianist could be. She would do everything for her Friends.
The young Egyptian also knew that the last Months had not been easy for the Blonde – even if she did her best to hide it. And the Pianist was good at that. Hiding her Feelings. But Merit had caught her once or twice of Guard. One Moment she remembered keenly: It had been in March – before the Heidelberg Affair.
Chris had returned from her daily Run. She had just slipped off her Running Shoes and Socks as it happened. A flash of Pain had crossed her face. She had crumbled to the Floor, curled together like a Foetus, her body shocked by Spasms and wept.
Merit did not know if Chris had noticed her. The Egyptian had retreated silently. Pharaoh´s Physician, now the Physician of Ramose – his former Grand Vizier – had explained the Blonde´s Condition to them. She needed Time. The best Course was to give her Space.
Since then, Chris had recovered. And their sparrings had been as intense as ever. Merit had never asked the Blonde about that Incident in March.
She knew, Chris would have declined to answer.
And the Egyptian understood that.
The Present:
Merit looked at the large King-Sized-Bed: On it were two Blondes. Spreadeagled, naked. Deaf, blind, and dumb. One Ankle of each Woman was tied to a bed Post. The other was tied to the Ankle of the other Blonde. The Big Toes too. They were tied with silken Scarfs. Blindfolded with Scarfs too. Crotchroped with silken Scarfs.
They were very damp in the Centre. The Scent of Arousal hang heavy in the Ear. The buzzing Sound … each Woman sported a smaller Version of Jolly Roger. Ragnas and Ekaterina's bodies glistened with Oil. With Oil and Sweat. Merit remembered that the Russian and the Icelandress had approached her after the Brides had been brought to Bed – and Anna and Chris had left.
“Why don´t you join us?†Ekaterina had smiled coyly “Three is a lucky Number!†And so, they had ended up here. Merit had done her best: She had gagged each Woman with the Stockings and Panties of the other. The Egyptian had massaged and oiled the Bodies of the two Blondes, beginning at the Feet – and she had put her talented Tongue to good Use.
Merit looked at the Bed: The two Blondes were an incredibly erotic sight: The bed creaked under the Strain. Ragna opened and closed her Fists. Her Body became rigid. She pointed her Toes – and relaxed. Breathing heavily. Her Scream had been barely audible though. No surprise: Merit had gagged Ragna not only with Ekaterina´s Stockings and Panties – but with one of Anna as well. And as her Lady-in-Waiting knew, Anna had been pretty aroused in the last Days.
Merit pressed on the Button of the Remote Control. It would activate Jolly Roger in two Minutes. Time enough to cuff her Hands behind her back. She had already tied her Elbows and applied a Breast Harness – but saved the Wrists for last. Merit tested the Effectiveness of her Gag and screamed.
Any observer would have heard a very low hum only: Merit had stuffed three of her own Panties in her Mouth. Under her Gag she smiled: She had doused them with a Potion from Egypt. She had brought it back with her. Merit moaned into her Gag. She had the feeling between her loins burned a raging Fire. Several Layers covered her Mouth: A Scarf, one of her Socks, Anna´s Stocking, Chris´ Sock, and another Scarf.
In this Moment Jolly Roger sprang into Action.
Full Throttle …
The Bridal Suite:
Hayley was flying – again. She had lost Count how often she had boarded the Orgasm Train. She rubbed her Breasts against Kirsty´s, who responded in kind. The Bra´s they wore, worked their Magic. As did the Pads. She looked in Kirsty´s Eyes – and saw love there. Only love. They found their Rhythm again – like a well-tuned Instrument.
Like Anna´s Dunn-Raven and the Piano Chris played.
Chris´ Suite:
Ardeth Bey had untied Chris. The Lioness was not tamed. Far from it. As soon as he had untied her, she had thrown him on his back. The Pianist had straddled him, using her muscular legs. His Member had been rock-hard – again. Chris had taken him into her and ridden him. It was a wild ride. She had pressed his Arms down.
Then Tables had turned: Ardeth Bey had thrown the Pianist off. Now Chris lay down on the Bed, Eyes blazing “Take me!†she had whispered. But the Lioness had not been easy prey. The Blonde had dragged her Fingernails across his back from the Shoulderblades down to the Loins.
The Lord of the Medjai grabbed for the silken Scarfs again …. Under him, Chris's muscular Body bucked. Ardeth Bey was fascinated “How strong she is!†With considerable Power, he turned Chris on her Stomach. He had to fight her Inch by Inch. She was about to scream. He pressed his Hand on her Mouth ….
20 Minutes later Ardeth Bey looked down at Chris “Are you tamed now Princess?†Chris shook her head and mumbled something into her packed Mouth which sounded very much like “No†The Medjai had hogtied her tightly- and stuffed her Mouth to the Brim: With three Pairs of Hose. A silken shawl covered her lower Face.
He turned Chris on her Side: He had crotch roped her too. The Medjai cupped her breasts “You have wonderful Breasts Chris†Chris groaned as he played with her Nipples. Twisted the right one. And ripped at her Crotch Scarf.
Chris let go totally … it was a Dream. She was lucid and she was not. Somewhere in between. The Blonde felt the rough Hands of the Beduine on her Soles. Ardeth Bey had tied her Toes together. He would not …. He did … He slapped her firmly on her firm Butt with his left. Once. Twice. Thrice. His right tickled Chris´ Soles mercilessly. The Blonde fought him – even now …
Anna´s Suite – earlier:
“What do you think?†Anna chuckled “Will our Desert Warrior tame the Lioness?†“I guess, we will learn soon enough!†007 smiled “Besides there is another Lioness to tame!†The Russian smiled coyly “We will see about that Mister Secret Agent!†She graced him with a look at her Décolleté – on her Breastbone rested the massive Cross of Romanov. It seemed to radiate Heat in Waves. Above her left Breast stood out, still bright red, a thin red Line. The Scar, which the Shrapnel had left, which had barely killed her.
Anna dragged him almost over the Threshold of her Suite “Now I have to make myself presentable!†she whispered huskily “What, even more presentable!†Bond teased her, talking to her back, as she vanished in the Bathroom.
007 helped himself to a Tumbler with Single Malt threw himself in the Armchair, took a sip of the Amber Liquid, and waited. He sat, so he had a plain view of the Bathroom Door. The Briton heard the Russian rummaging inside – and singing – a melancholic Song in Russian, her dark alto Voice betrayed so much. Above all a deep longing.
The door opened. In the Doorway stood Anna Alexandra Romanova. The Light of the Bathroom formed a Halo of warm Light around her. She had undone the Crown Merit had webbed her long dark Hair in a Ponytail. Around the Neck, she wore still the Cross of Romanov, a purple-red Negligee, which reached Midthigh, and a Pair of nude thigh-high Stockings.
James Bond took the Sight in. Even here sitting in the Chair, he sensed the Energy she was radiating. The blonde Man put his Tumbler down and stood. Anna walked at him. They met in the Middle. So close, the Russian´s Nipples – she wore no Bra under the Negligée – touched his starched Shirt´s Breast.
Bond smelled the heavy oriental Perfume Anna had applied, Sweat – and something which was neither Perfume nor Sweat. He could lose himself in those dark Eyes – he noticed the mischievous glitter.
The Violinist had applied fresh Makeup. But she had not covered the Scar above her left brow. Gently he touched it, let his finger glide above it. He felt a light quiver. Anna rubbed her Breasts against his muscular Body. Her Breath got quicker. James' fingers went deeper. There was that thin red line above her left Breast.
It was six Months old. Tantalizingly slowly his Index Finger followed the Scar. It felt smooth. “I almost lost you back then!†He said softly. Bond remembered Chris´ Call. She had sounded cool and controlled – but in his fine ears, he had sensed how much it cost the Pianist to keep herself together. Anna´s supposed Loss had been red raw then to them all.
Anna said nothing. Instead slung her Arms around him, pressed herself against him and kissed him aggressively on his Mouth, pressed her hot wet tongue against his dry lips. Bond responded. The Violinist used her Body to push 007 back. They stumbled backward and landed on the Back, Anna straddling the Secret Agent. The Russian did not lose a beat. Forcefully she ripped Bond´s Shirt open. Her Eyes blazing. She noticed the twinkle in the Britons steel blue eyes.
“I sense a lot of penned-up Energy†Bond chuckled “That Shirt was expensive!†“You can afford it!†the Russian´s Voice was dark and husky. Anna bowed down, her hard nipples touching his muscular Body, and kissed him full on the Mouth. The Air seemed to burn.
With a decisive Movement Bond broke Anna´s Gripp, grabbed her by the Hips – and moved quickly. Now it was the Violinist who lay on her Back, staring into Bond´s Eyes. Breathing heavily but smiling broadly.
She strained and bucked under the Agent. But Bond held her with an iron Grip. He pulled Anna´s Negligée roughly over her Head. Between Anna´s heaving Breasts glittered the Gold and Rubies of the Cross of Romanov “You are wearing Panties!†Bond grinned “I thought you would go Commando!†Anna intensified her Struggles, but almost playfully now.
“I can still break free!†she whispered hoarsely “Not for long!†Bond smiled that lopsided Smile – and grabbed several Silk Scarves ….
Later:
Anna tugged playfully at the Scarfs “Comfy Your Grace?†“Very!†the tall Russian purred. The blonde Agent had tied her Wrists to the Headboard – and frog-tied her Legs “Haven´t you forgotten something?†the Violinist teased him “No†I have not “Wiseass!â€
He gripped between Anna´s strong Thighs and ripped her red moist Panties off and balled them up. The Russian smiled but pressed her lips firmly together. Her dark eyes glittered like shimmering black polished Marble.
Bond pressed the red silken Ball against Anna´s closed Lips, forcing her to inhale her own scent, which aroused her even more. A sharp Pain shot through her Body. 007 had pinched her left Nipple real real hard – the Russian screamed, and Bond pressed the ball of Panties behind her Lips “Keep that!†the Briton pressed a Finger against her Lips. With his right Hand, he grabbed a red silk Scarf. He tied it above Anna´s lower Face. The blonde Man raised and stood and looked down at the Russian.
“What a sight you are, your Grace!†He smiled. Except for her silken Stockings and the Cross of Romanov between her heaving Breasts, she was naked. She strained against her Bonds – the Bed creaked under the Strain.
Bond undressed and Anna took in the sight of the perfectly sculpted Body “Like a Greek Marble Sculpture!†The Agent knelt between her splayed legs. He was hard and large. He cupped her breast with his dry hot Palmes, kneaded them hard, twisted her Nipples. Again, and again.
Anna moaned into her Gag and grated her Hips. But Bond being Bond continued to tease her. He kneaded her Breasts some more, kissed her Nipples, and tickled Anna´s nyloned Soles. Her Moans got more and more urgent and intense – in between – heavily muffled by her Gag the Violinist cursed in Russian – much to Bond's Amusement “Language, Your Grace, Language!†he teased her.
Anna´s dark Eyes blazed and grew wide as he finally entered her hot and moist Pussy. He pumped slowly at first, gently, but then quicker and harder. Anna´s breathing quickened. Their Orgasm was so powerful, that the Russian´s Eyes rolled back in her head and for seconds Anna knew nothing of the World.
As she opened her Eyes, still clouded and dreamy, she saw the smiling Face of James “That was quite the ride, Anna!†He took in the Sight: Anna´s dishevelled Hair, her skin shining with Sweat, her heaving breasts – between them the shimmering golden Cross of Romanov. He was sure she smiled under the Scarf that gagged her.
He noticed the twinkle in her Eyes and followed her Gaze. Studiously she looked down at his Member, already hard again “In for a second Round?†The Agent chuckled. Anna nodded emphatically.
“Ask and ye shall receive!†Bond grinned and entered Anna again …. The Russian sighed contently in her Gag, as she felt him inside her ….
Earlier, another Room:
Andrea had no Idea if she was in Heaven or Hell. She had been let out of the Bags by the Russian and the Canadian. The Thief and Ekaterina Oblomovas Chief of Security had blindfolded her and strapped her into a Wheelchair. Earbuds rendered her deaf. She felt she was rolled outside her Cell. The Air was cool and slightly damp.
An Elevator had transported them upwards. She had been wheeled out. They stopped. The Redhead suspected she was rolled inside a Room. The Straps that held her on the Wheelchair had been loosened, she had been pulled upright.
Her Restraints were still in Place. She felt two Women moving around her and smelled a heavy intoxicating Perfume. The Russian? Nimble Fingers removed the Earbuds. Crawford´s Operative could not see but sensed the Presence of two People before her “Listen!†a cold Voice broke the Silence “This can go two Ways, Andrea!†“This Voice gives me the Creeps!†Andrea shuddered involuntarily – and she was not the anxious Type as a Rule “You follow Orders without Hesitation, and you will feel Pleasure and little Pain†“You don´t follow Orders†That was Bolkonskaya “You will feel less Pleasure and much Pain!†Andrea heard the Smile in Russian´s dark husky Voice “If I were you, I would choose Option One†the Canadian spoke again “Clear?†The Redhead did not react at once.
A stinging slap on her diapered Butt let her jump. There had been much force behind the blow. Andrea had felt it keenly despite the downfilled Suit and the Diaper. Quickly she nodded.
“She is not as dumb as I thought!†Natasha chuckled maliciously. She sniffed “I think she could use a Bath!†Her two Captors led her into a Bathroom. She felt the warm Tiles under her Feet. Andrea listened: Heels were kicked off. Zippers pulled down. A Pair of full Breasts pressed against her Back, two strong Hands cupped her Breasts, kneaded them forcefully, and played with her Nipples, twisted them …
She felt another Pair of Hands loosening the Straps around her upper Body. The first Pair continued to knead her Breasts. A hot Tongue touched her left Earlobe. A husky Voice whispered in her Ear “Behave!†Andrea felt like in Trance – as the Hands worked her Magic.
Minutes later she stood in the Shower, her Hands shackled together with Neoprene Lined Manacles over her Head to the Tapware, her Ankles were also shackled. Her Handlers had changed the Gag: Andrea chewed on two Pairs of very moist Panties “You have no Idea how horny I am “Sarah McKenzie had whispered as she stuffed the moist Garments into her Mouth. The large red Ballgag was tight.
It was a wild Ride; the Russian stood behind her massaging her Breasts, the Canadian stood, no, knelt before her. Her Tongue and her Fingers worked their Magic. Whenever the Redhead was on the Brink of Orgasm, Sarah McKenzie stopped at the last second “Boy, is she wet!†the Thief grinned “And not because of the Shower!â€
Andrea had no Idea how much Time passed. She was in a trancelike State. The Canadian hand the Russian had brought to several thundering Orgasms. Almost gently Natasha Bolkonskaya combed her Hair and dried it with the Hair Dryer while the Canadian had taken off some other Hair “You have quite the Jungle down there!†Sarah McKenzie had taken her time to take care of every Hair …. “That looks better!†Natasha grinned “Nice and clean!â€
Not too much later Andrea found herself tightly spreadeagled on a Bed. Still blindfolded. Still gagged. She tugged at her Bonds. Her Captors had used silken Scarves. The Canadian had straddled her, while the Russian knelt between her legs.
Andrea felt the sharp tip of a blade gliding along the inside of her left muscular Thigh. Slowly. It did not break her skin. Natasha Bolkonskaya was an Expert. Chris could have told Crawford´s Senior Operative how skilled Natasha was. Inflicting Pain. Pain and Pleasure. Now Andrea would get the firsthand experience
Another Bedroom:
A blonde Woman and a Man with bronzed Skin and curly black Hair and the Physiognomy of an Eagle lay in the Bed. The Man held the Woman in his Arm. Her shiny long blonde Hair framed her Head and Face like a Halo. She breathed deeply and regularly. Her Eyes were closed. Her serene, classical Features were calm and relaxed. His Eyes rested on her magnificent firm full Breasts. Her Skin sported a healthy Tan.
“I am not sleeping, Aslan!†The Pianist spoke without opening her Eyes. A smile curled her lips. Chris listened to her Body. She had not felt that relaxed and at Peace for a long time. Since they embarked on the final Stage of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls.
“I know†Ardeth Bey smiled “You look so peaceful†His dark Voice sent Shivers through her Spine “I am at Peace†Chris kept her eyes closed. She did not mind at all that the Bedouin's Hand rested on her left Breast.
“I feel you are†Ardeth Bey stated. The Pianist smiled “I have not felt that good in a while†The blonde hesitated for a spell “Letting go and giving up control does not come easy to me Aslan.â€
“I noticed that†The Medjai smiled “The Scratches you left on my Back tell that†Chris chuckled “I did tell you that I am Shield Woman, that my touch is not gentle†Ardeth Bey cupped her Breast more firmly “You did!â€
The Blonde smiled
Christina Howard´s Quarters:
Hugo did not know what had happened to him. At some Point, the tall Redhead, Christina was her Name, had taken him firmly by the hand “Tonight you are mine!†He had followed her, mesmerized, like in Trance.
He was in for a ride.
Christina had led him by the Hand in her Suite. She had almost ripped his Clothes off. They had landed on the King Size Bed. The tall Redhead had kicked her Heels off, pulled his Trousers down, taken his Member in her Hands, massaged it, till it was rock hard, then straddled him. She had ridden him wildly “Boy is she strong!†Hugo mused while he was lucid. The Orgasm had been fabulous.
While he was still recovering Christina had thrown him on his Stomach. That she did tie him up he realized much too late. Hugo found himself in a tight Hogtie. The Redhead stuffed her wet and moist Panties in his Mouth “Keep them in Boy, or I will make it two Pairs!†she whispered hoarsely – and slapped him hard on his butt.
This was not as it should be! One Part of him thought “She is so gorgeous!†the other Part mused.
Kate Beckett´s Suite:
The Detective was very excited as she tested her Bonds “I really have to thank Anna!†she grinned under her Gag. That the Russian had spilled the Beans about her Adventures at Sylt including intimate Contact with a sheep had been a blessing. Their Love Life had profited from that Slip very much …
Notice to the reader:
Kate is referring to this Event during the first Stage of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection: The Detective is ambushed by their Enemies and her bare soles make intimate Contact with a Sheep ….
The Hunt for the Weinstein Collection, Chapter 18 by Imhotep-Ra on DeviantArt
Kate had to admit, that Castle had done a magnificent Job: She had freshened up in the Bathroom and donned a fresh Set of black Bra and Panties and black thigh-high Stockings. On her beloved black Lyss Clog Mules of Gianvito Rossi with a 55 Millimetre Block Heel, she had sauntered with swaying Hips into their Bedroom.
Castle had attacked her from behind. A firm rough Hand pressed onto her Mouth “I did a rather good Show, acting surprised!†Beckett smiled. Not that anybody could see her Lips under her multilayered Gag “And I did put up quite the Fight!†She had stomped with her left Heel on Castle´s right Foot. The Writer had winced – but not loosened his Grip.
Kate had lost her Mules quickly as he dragged her to the Bed …. Her Husband had been creative: He had tied her Wrists to the corresponding Bedposts with silken Scarves. Castle being Castle had obviously come prepared “Let me go you fiend!†the Investigator demanded, playing the Damsel in Distress.
Castle had said nothing. Instead, he tied a Crotch Scarf. A tight one. He crossed her Ankles and tied them with another Scarf. Next, he tied a Scarf above each knee joint and to the Sides of the Bed. Now Kate could not close her legs anymore – and make no Mistake – she tried.
“I will scream!†she challenged her Captor “Now, you won´t!†Castle smiled …. He had been thorough: Two Pairs of Panties, including the one she had worn today filled her Mouth – and one of her Stockings … “For the second one I have a different use!†The Writer smiled mischievously “But first things first!†Castle had tied another silken Scarf around her lower face, tight. Above he tied the second stocking -its sweaty sole right under her Nose.
“I am not finished!†The Mystery Writer told his Wife who had gagtalked animatedly at him. Ear Buds were next. Another silken Scarf robbed Kate of her Sight “You do look with these green silken Headscarf!†Castle had teased her as he knotted said Shawl tightly under her chin. It fused her Jaws together.
The second Scarf around her lower Face was totally unnecessary in Kate´s opinion. As excessive as the Pantyhood her beloved Husband had applied as finish. It was the one she had worn during the Scavenger Hunt. It was ripe. Very ripe. The Scent of her sweaty feet under her nose. The Crotch Panel of her Panties over her Nose. The Mixture was intoxicating.
By now the Investigator was ready to rape a Goat. She grinded her Hips, flexed her feet and wiggled her Toes. Richard Castle looked down on the Bed as Kate strained against her silken restraints …. He would let her hang to dry – for a short while longer ….
A wicked Smile curled his lip … he knew Captain Beckett was very ticklish under her high Arches …He grabbed her left foot. Kate´s very muffled Protests were music in his Ears. Castle took the right Foot. He noticed the damp Patch forming around his Wife´s Crotch-Scarf.
He stopped tickling and unhooked her Bra … Her Nipples were hard, rock hard.
Kate loved this: Sensory Deprivation made it all more intense …. Castle pinched her Nipples ….
Later in the Night:
Sunrise was not far away as Gunnery Sergeant Thane Reynolds, USMC (ret.) stepped onto the Balcony of their Suite on the first Floor of Bernstein Manor. It was a clear night. Full Moon. Almost no Wind. A slight Breeze from the Northeast. The calm Sea shimmered silvern. There was almost no Sound. Only the gentle Sounds of the Breakers rolling against the Surf.
Sleep had escaped him. Late in the Night he and Maureen had retired to their Quarters. As they crossed the Threshold, his Fiancé kicked off her Heels and sighed. The Gunny could not take his Eyes off her nyloned feet. Maureen wore black hose – and the red Nail Polish shimmered through
“Come,†the Latina said softly and dragged him to the Bed. They had made gentle and passionate Love. Now Maureen slept deeply. Her beautiful Features were relaxed and calm. A content Smile seemed to curl her Lips. She breathed deep and regular. As stealthy as he could Thane had left the Bed.
Now he stood on the Balcony. His Hands rested on the Banister. When Maureen had told him about the Invitation to the Wedding, he had been a bit sceptical. The Evening, Sophie had phoned Hayley and informed her about Anna´s supposed Death, Thane had not been present.
He had had a few Beers and a Gunny Sandwich with Commander Robert Hamilton, also known in certain Circles as the Angel of Death. When he had returned home, Kirsty and Hayley had already left for the Airport. Maureen´s Private Jet would bring them to Luxor, after a short Stop in New York:
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He thought back to this Morning when he had watched Chris doing her morning Routine. The Blonde had impressed him very much. Her Dance at Dinner though had even more so. Thane Reynolds had seen much. Good Things and bad Things. Not on everything he was proud of. That he had met Maureen was the best that ever happened to him. Maureen de Angelo had saved him.
The Sword Dance this Evening? It had been among the most beautiful Events he had ever witnessed. Beautiful it had been, but as Thane had told Maureen: Chris von der Marwitz was a Weapon herself. A beautiful, but deadly Weapon. Thane considered him a Veteran, a skilled Warrior – but he would think twice if he would cross the Blonde´s way.
Kirsty Garrett had told him about Egypt, about how the Blonde had ended Hiram Al Mansour.
Thane gazed into the Distance.
Soon he and Maureen would be tying the knot. A Smile curled his stern chiselled Features.
That will not be all of course ....
finally having found ample time to read and enjoy as opposed rushing.