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From the Files of Art. Inc.: The Morpheus Formula, Chapter 5 (FFF/FFFF) 021125
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Martinez´s Quarters, Minutes before the Attack, on the Eastern Side of Baskerville Asylum:
“Tell me, Ladies! Isn´t that fun? Us three together? A PJ-Party like back in the old College Days?” Her two Guests didn´t share her Enthusiasm. That could have something to do with the tight Ropes, the mouth-filling Gags, or that both Ladies were just too busy to regain their Faculties after the proverbial Humdinger of an Orgasm. Not just an Orgasm, but really the Mother of Orgasms; and on Top? It had been a simultaneous one.
Martinez, just clad in a skimpy purple Negligee and nude Hose, knelt on her Bed between her unwilling PJ-clad Guests. Both were pantyhooded and wore Stocking Caps. Just for the Fun of it, Crawford's Second-in-Command had applied chloroform-doused Dusk Masks as well. Just enough to make Rachel Weinstein and Maureen de Angelo docile. Rachel wore violet PJs, Maureen black Ones. And Pantyhose of Course. Black for Maureen, Nude for Rachel.
The Criminal had hogtied both Damsels. Tight, uncomfortable Hogties: Elbows crushed together. Their Hair braided and tied to their bound big Toes. Crotchropes, of Course, connected to their other Bonds. Legs tied in six Places.
And the Gags … Martinez had raided her own Hamper and those of her Guests, so each Damsel chewed on the Panties of the other. The used Socks were a contribution of her own. From the Bottom of her own Hamper. From the very Bottom.
Martinez always kept a Supply of well-worn Socks ready. For Weinstein, it had been a knee-high white crew Sock, for de Angelo a thick black woollen Sock. Martinez had masturbated repeatedly on both.
The same went for the Pantyhoods.
A devious Grin curled her Lips: She extended her left Leg and pressed a pantyhosed Foot on Weinstein´s Face, she extended her right Leg and pressed the other Foot on the Latina´s Face. Both Women protested weakly, tried to move their Heads away.
Maureen:
And I thought it couldn´t get any worse. The Lord taught me the Error of my Ways … The Hogtie is uncomfortable. Very. My Fingers touch my Soles. They burn. My Soles. And my Pussy throbs. I am drowsy. I am aroused. The used Underwear tastes foul.
The Socks, too. I am sure the Bitch packed used Socks in my Mouth. Now she presses her sweaty, nylon-clad, perfumed Foot on my Face. I try to move my Face away. But a sharp Tug at my Scalp and my Toes reminds me that my Hair is tied to my Toes …..
Rachel:
“When I get out of this,” Rachel fumed inwardly. “I will kill this Martinez Bitch slowly.” Three Days of near constant Bondage, frequent chloroform-induced Naps had not broken the Heiress. But tired and irritated. “This latest Predicament is the Icing on the Cake!” the curvaceous Blonde cursed.
“Being gagged with used Underwear is bad, being forced to smell this Cow´s sweaty Feet is worse!” Breathing was already difficult, thanks to the Pantyhood and the Stocking Cap; the Dust Mask made it more difficult. “And now this!”
When she had woken up from the latest enforced Nap, Rachel had found herself next to Maureen in this latest Predicament.
“Gleefully that Bitch attacked our Soles with the Riding Crop, then Wartenberg Wheels and Electric Toothbrushes – and played with the Vibrators in our Pussies!”
Martinez enjoyed this Entertainment very much. She liked how much the two Captives struggled as they tried to get rid of her nyloned Feet on their Faces. “I know why I like mature Women!” To dominate them was much more Fun. The Heiress and the Latina were strong-willed, and they hated to be dominated.
“So, Ladies! What do you think “Ready for some more Fun with the Magic Wands?” Maureen and Rachel voiced their Indignation. Martinez jumped from the Bed, went to the Sideboard, and took the two Hitachi Wands …
Then several Things happened at once:
A massive Detonation shook the Ground. Then the unmistakable Sounds of Machine Gun Fire: The Windows of the Balcony Door disintegrated and sent a myriad of Splinters soaring through the Air.
Martinez acted out of pure Instinct and threw herself on the Floor: Another Sound. A screeching Sound: Deafening Explosions. In rapid Succession. Screams added to the Cacophony. Martinez was not a trained Soldier. Being under live Fire was a completely new Experience for her. A horrifying one. She looked up:
Her Captives looked attentively at the broken Window ….
Crawford´s Second-in-Command pulled herself together. She had to inform the Boss. They had to take Action. “We have no Idea what hit us!” She suppressed a Curse. Looked out of the shattered Window and on the Bed.
Still, Explosions shook the Ground. Machine Gun Fire raked the Western Ground of Baskerville Asylum. Anybody entering the Zone had better make their Peace with God. It took Martinez all her Courage to get on her Feet and dress quickly.
She slipped on a Pair of black Sneakers. “Ouch!” Martinez had stepped on a Shard of Glass! Martinez looked at the Balls of her left Foot. Resolutely, she ripped the Shard out … With a Course, she slipped the Shoe on.
She looked at the Bed:
What to do with the Captives? Chloroform them again? That would be fun! Chloroform the two simultaneously …
Another Detonation shook the Ground:
Martinez could not know it, but Robert, Jeff, and Thane had demolished the Cars and Vans on the Parking Space with shaped Charges ….
The Woman, who looked so much like Eva Green, grabbed her Gun. She turned to the Captives.
“Don´t go away! We will continue later! Promise!”
Muffled Responses from the Bed.
“I am excited too!” Martinez grinned and hurried down the Floor.
Still Detonations, the Staccato of the Machine Gun. In between, Martinez was sure to have heard some sharp Pops. And the Sound of splintering Glass. Another Detonation … “Hell and Damnation!” What was going on here?
Out of Breath, she stopped before Crawford´s Doors. To interrupt the Boss when she was playing was a Cardinal Sin. But she had no Choice. She hammered against the Door and ripped it open …..
The Present: The small Hill on the Western Side:
Chris and Sarah hurried down the Slope while Ragna and Natasha were still providing Suppression Fire. Nobody in their right Mind would enter the Arc of Fire. The Plan was clear:
The Pianist and the Masterthief would scale the Walls and approach the Asylum. From the South, Robert, Jeff, Thane, and Hero would advance. Ragna and Natasha would follow when Sarah and Chris had forced the Gates.
From her Position, Anna would provide Cover. “Take anybody out who makes a Run for the Main Gate and tries to use the Hostages as Shields.” The Russian had smiled back, “Nobody gets past me!” Chris's Trust in Anna was total.
“Ready, Blondie?!” The Canadian smiled as they stopped before the Brick Wall. “Ready when you are!” Chris smiled back – and threw her Draken. She pulled. It held. Almost in Unison, the Blonde and her Companion scaled the Wall. They landed on the other Side. Chris looked to the left: The Helicopter Pad was a blazing Inferno.
Ragna fired higher now. Allowing them to advance under Cover Fire. As they hurried along, Chris spotted several Bodies lying askew on the Ground. Some in one Piece, some not. The Blonde felt no Remorse in this Moment. That might come later. Now? They had a Job to do. Sensei Nakamura would not expect anything else from her.
They had hit the Enemy hard, had hit precisely where it hurt, had achieved total Surprise.
Now it was paramount to press the Attack …. Chris smiled grimly.
Soraya´s Room:
It had been the Spray of hot red Blood on her sweaty Skin, the organic Matter. The Sensation had ripped Sophie out of her Trance. Back from her Safe Haven, she had retreated to escape the Pain.
She could not see much. Thanks to the Pantyhood and the Stocking Cap. Her contorted Body dangled in the Air. The Air was heavy with that coppery Scent of Blood, and now the faint Aroma of Decay. Sophie allowed herself to relax somewhat.
This Nightmare would be over soon.
The Lawyer did not know why, but she had to smile ….
Another Shot.
Something gave way: Sophie landed hard on the Table standing under her. The brutal Impact knocked the Breath out of her. But resting on the Table was much better than swinging around in the Air. “Anna, you are really crazy!” Sophie laughed into her Gag.
That was Anna. To take such a Shot under these Circumstances to shoot a few Ropes …
Her Emotions got the better of her. Sophie sobbed in Relief.
Now she could do nothing but wait ….
Baskerville Asylum: Southern Side
Robert, Thane, Jeff, and Hero had met little Resistance so far. “I love it when a Plan works!” Robert smiled. “Could have gone worse.” Jeff agreed. “But we are not inside yet.” Thane cautioned.
“The Enemy is still confused.” Hamilton stated, “Let´s make the best use of it.” They had reached the large Entrance Door. It was locked. “I have the perfect Key.” Thane´s Face was hard. He selected two shaped Charges, placed them at Lock and Hinges, and set the Timer.
The Detonation ripped the massive Door out of its Hinges. After the Smoke had cleared, the Team entered the Entrance Corridor.
They were greeted by the Fire of Automatic Weapons ….
Crawford´s Suite:
“What is the meaning of this?” Crawford´s Voice was higher than usual. Shrill almost. “Nobody knows of this Location! Rosenbaum promised that!”
“Well, someone obviously knows.” Martinez replied calmly, “And they brought the heavy Guns. Boss! Get dressed, we have to evacuate!” Crawford looked at Kirsty, then at Hayley. Calculating. “We can´t take them with us, Sir.” Martinez played the Voice of Caution. “The Helicopter is destroyed, the Cars probably too! They are a Hindrance!”
Stubbornly, Crawford shook her Head. Calmer now. “I have invested too much in this Revenge to capitulate now!” She pointed at Hayley, “Cut her loose, she can walk! It is not much, but at least I have a Consolation prize!” Hayley´s Eyes widened. “What are you waiting for, Martinez?” The Villainess' Voice cracked like a Whip. “NOW!”
Her Second-in-Command produced a large Knife. And set to work, while Crawford dressed quickly, in Chinos, a white Blouse, a Blazer, and Loafers. And a small brown leather Backpack.
“Aren´t you ready?” Crawford bellowed.
From outside, the characteristic Sounds of Automatic Rifles could be heard. Obviously, their Enemy had forced the Entry.
“If you value your Life and that of Garrett, you do as you are told!” Martinez whispered sharply in Hayley´s Ear as she cut the Strap holding her Head against the Pillar. But Hayley had no Intention to do as she was told. She did not move an Inch as Martinez finally cut the String binding her big Toes.
“Move Bitch!” Crawford hissed menacingly. “Move, or Kirsty will pay!” Hayley looked down, locking Eyes with her Wife. Kirsty blinked, once, twice. The Blonde still hesitated. She had understood Kirsty´s Code, but ….
The brutal Slap in the Face came out of the Blue. Crawford had hit her so hard on her right Cheek, her Head flew to the Side. Crawford's Palm left an angry red Mark on the Blonde´s fair Skin.
But Hayley did not cry. Her Eyes blazed. Crawford raised her Hand again …. “Stop, Boss!” Martinez urged her. “We have to leave, and Hayley must be able to walk. If you beat her senseless, we have nothing!”
For a Moment, it looked like Crawford would strike. “Right then!” She huffed, “Let´s go! And use the Cattleprod on her if you like!” Martinez grabbed Hayley at her right upper Arm. “Come now!” Grudgingly, Hayley allowed herself to be led away. “I can only hope that Help is on the way!”
They stepped into the Corridor. The Stone Floor felt cold under her Feet, which still hurt after the Taser Torment hours previously.
A hard Shove in her Back reminded Hayley to step forward, the Cattle Prod touching her Butt another Time. Hayley cursed in her Gag.
The Gunfire was nearer now ….
It could not be long anymore …
Hayley encouraged herself.
No, she would never give in!
Help was on the Way ….
Another Corridor:
Chris and Sarah advanced. Their Assault Rifles at the Ready. They had met some Resistance on the Way up to the second Floor. But it had been unorganised. Their Opponents had either fled or paid the ultimate Price.
They knew, thanks to Sybil´s Research, that the greatest of Suites was on the second Floor. On the old Floor Plans, it had been the Director's Lodgings. Safe Assumption that these were the Quarters of the Master Criminal who instigated all this.
They stepped out of the Stair Well on the Second Floor. Then they heard it. Chris made a motion with her right Hand, they stopped and listened:
Urgent Steps on Stone. A sharp Slap: A Hand on human Flesh. A suppressed Mewl, that of a gagged Woman. The Pianist and the Masterthief exchanged a Look. The Canadian nodded. She knew what Chris would do.
The Blonde lay her Rifle down and took her Vizor Helmet off. The German shook her shimmering blonde Mane free. “She is such a beauty!” Sarah McKenzie suppressed a sigh. The Masterthief watched as Chris gripped her two Katanas slung across her Back and unsheathed them with that fluid Motion Sarah knew so well by now.
There she was: The Warrior Princess of the North.
The Steps had come nearer. Chris´ Blades pointed to the Floor still.
They would not for long.
Chris stepped around the Corner, and Sarah followed her, her Rifle at the ready. She loved such Situations, when all depended on the quickest Reaction. A meeting Engagement in military Parlance. To look at Chris´ Butt, her long, muscular Legs -as she strode forward? It was an additional pleasure.
Sarah McKenzie smiled.
A Minute earlier, around the Corner:
Hayley did not go willingly. Absolutely not. She dragged her Feet. Her Resistance had earned her several more Slaps and Encouragement from Martinez with the Cattle Prod. Hayley was furious, and that was good. The Adrenaline coursing through her Veins. Help was on the way.
They heard the short Bursts of Automatic Weapons. Crawford strode ahead. The American had found the late Elizabeth creepy, but her Evil Twin was a different Matter. Hayley shuddered. Her Feet were icy cold by now.
They were not far from a Corner when it happened.
A Woman stepped around the Corner: Tall. Blonde. Emerald green Eyes. Black Body Armour. In each Hand, she held a curved Blade. A Katana, as Hayley knew. The gleaming Blades´ Tips were pointing to the Floor.
The Blonde´s classical Features were cold and beautiful. Terrible as the Dawn. Beautiful like the Parian Marble, the Venus of Milo was made of. The Parthenon. Her Eyes were fixed on Crawford, who stopped dead in her Tracks.
Hayley noticed that the Glock in her left Hand quivered. Crawford´s Twin was left-handed. In some Cultures, the left Hand was the Evil Hand. Evie had explained once to her.
The Blonde stopped. A cold Smile curled her Lips. The Dark Lady stood a few Steps behind her, her HK 416 Assault Rifle firmly trained at them.
“Martinez”, the Canadian smiled coldly. “You will not make a Move at Hayley, will you?” The Masterthief sounded entirely polite. “You move, and it is a Bullet between the Eyes!” Crawford´s Second-in-Command stopped. “That wasn´t so difficult, Martinez, wasn´t it? I know you are no Fool.” The Canadian was in full Black-Lady-Mode.
“Maybe you should put your Gun down. Your Hand is shaking badly.” Chris smiled at Crawford. Not a friendly Smile. A cold and a calculating one. Crawford seemed to be speechless.
The tall Blonde strode nearer. “Your Goons in Sydney were second-rate only.”
“Get out of my Way, or Hayley pays the Price!” Crawford challenged her. “Martinez! Kill that Slut if that Samurai Wannabe makes one Move!”
To Crawfords' Surprise, the Blonde just chuckled. “That Bitch is really amused”, the Villainess shook her Head. “You have no Idea what you got yourself into.” The Blonde stepped forward. “I despise Amateurs.” The emerald green Eyes were penetrating here like a sharp Knife. Chris stopped and looked Crawford up and down. And Crawford felt something. An irresistible Power aimed directly at her like a laser Beam.
“I wouldn´t do that,” Chris stated coolly. She had noticed that Crawford was about to aim her Gun at her. “You are like your Sister.” The Pianist smiled coldly. “She, too, let others do her dirty Work. Let us put it to the test: Try to shoot me!”
Crawford raised her Gun. It was quivering more strongly, aimed at Chris´s chest, and pulled the Trigger. The Shot missed and went wide.
This Pianist chuckled, “So the Gun is not yours ….”
Chris eyed her up and down ….
“You know what? Why don´t you fight me in single Combat?”
Chris looked hard at her. “Only Martial Arts.”
“You have five seconds.” The Pianist stated. “Are you a Coward, Josephine? Tell me!”
Crawford looked back at Martinez and back at the Blonde. There was no way out of this.
The Gunfire had subsided by now.
“Are you thinking about running?” Chris´ Voice cracked like a Whip.
“I will get you, even if you hide on the Moon!”
Seconds passed.
“So, you don´t want to fight me? Alright!” Chris raised her Blades and walked toward Crawford. “You will rue the Day you decided to touch my Family!” The Blonde had spoken calmly.
Calm and controlled.
Crawford´s right Hand glided into her left Pocket…
Chris smiled coldly, “I wouldn´t do that.” Crawford barely realized how quickly the Blonde closed the Distance. Suddenly, she felt the cold, sharp Tip of the Katana at her Throat.
“Your Sister learned how sharp these Blades are!”
Chris Smile was hard.
Not far from Martinez´s Quarters:
Thane in Front, the Team advanced. Robert in second Position, Jeff in third. Hero prowling along. They were on the second Floor in a Corridor. They had met some Resistance—nothing they could not handle. The Angel of Death had claimed its Price.
Suddenly, Hero stopped, sniffed, and howled. And stormed forward. And stopped before a Door. Scraping at the Door with his Claws. Howling and barking.
“Maureen!” Thane ran after the Dog and kicked the Door open. Hero stormed into the Room. Barking like mad. The Gunny followed him and stopped as he looked at the large King Size Bed …
“Quite the sight!” Robert chuckled, who had entered the Room together with Jeff.
They were greeted by muffled Protests …
Hero stormed to the Bed ….
Outside: Anna´s Position:
Anna scanned the Compound. The Gunfire had receded. The Helicopter Wreck was still burning. On the Ground, several Bodies. Anna was still on Edge. She had saved Sophie from further Torment. The Violinist smiled. That had been a really good Shot! Severing the Rope that kept the Lawyer hanging in the Air. Not an easy Feature. But she was Anna. Anna Romanova.
“Mistress!” Merit whispered, “Look there!”
Anna followed Merit´s Directions. There! Two People were on the Way to the main Gate. One was struggling heavily. Her Handler forced her along. She slapped her Prey on her Butt. The captive Woman was tied and gagged. Anna could see through her Scope. The Russian smiled; she knew the tied-up Woman. One of New York´s Finest. Captain Kate Beckett ….
“Kate, Kate, Kate …” Anna grinned ….
Beckett was furious! Lucilla was a vicious Bitch who enjoyed her “Work” way too much! Kate had been Lucilla´s Reward for the resounding Success of Operation Morpheus. The Woman who looked like the young Connie Nielsen in Gladiator, when the Actress had played Emperor Commodus' Sister.
Lucilla´s Speciality? Tickling. With all kinds of Stuff: Feathers, Brushes, Electric Toothbrushes, Combs, Wartenberg Wheels …. Lucilla had tied Beckett on her “Special Private Bench” – after she had put a heavy-duty black Leather Straitjacket on her. With a few special Features: Knobs inside that pressed on her Breasts. And a thick vibrating Pad pressed against her Pussy.
The Crotch Strap was very tight. The Neck Corset reminded Kate very much of a similar Contraption the High Priestess of Isis had used on them during the early Stages of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls:
Lucilla had enjoyed it: Stuffing, one dirty, smelly Sock after the other in Kate´s Mouth. A red ankle Sock, a white Crew Sock, and a pink Gym Sock. On Top, one very ripe used yellow lace Panty.
Kate´s Ankles had been confined by heavily padded Stocks and each Toe to a small Bolt. And then the Villainess had gone to Town on Beckett's sensitive soft Soles. It did not take long before the Detective was a quivering, shivering, sweaty Bundle of human Flesh. Screaming and howling. The massive Gag worked well, though: Only very muffled Sounds could be heard. Very muffled Sounds.
Desperately, she clawed for Breath. Through her Nose, and the Crotch Panel of Lucilla´s sweaty Pantyhose, which the Criminal had tied over her lower Face and Nose. When the first Detonations had shaken the Ground.
Both Women had listened attentively.
Victim and Tormentor.
Locked Eyes.
Lucilla acted quickly. She loosened the Straps that held Beckett on the Bench. Cut the Strings that held her Toes captive. The Brunette had even put a Pair of fluffy UGG Slippers on her Feet. “You are my Ticket out of here!” She explained to Kate, smiling grimly. “The Trophy Wife! I bet Castle pays a pretty Ransom for you!”
Beckett glared at her and told her Piece! “Mthfk!”
“Get up!” Lucilla had pulled her roughly on her Feet. Beckett had not made it easy for her. She had struggled all along the Way. Made it as difficult for her Captor as possible. Kate´s Soles still burned like Hell. Every Step was an Effort. But the Adrenaline helped.
Now they were outside the Building. Fires were raging. On the Helicopter Pad, Kate noticed the burning Wreck of a Helicopter. “Move Bitch!” Lucilla hissed. Kate growled into her Gag, as her Captor slapped her on her Butt – again.
This was it! She had had enough! She whirled around, shook off her Captor's Grip, and kicked Lucilla with her left Foot at her Breast, sending the Criminal flying. Kate had lost one Slipper; she kicked the other off and ran. Ran for the Gate. “Stop Bitch or I shoot you!” Lucilla shouted.
Kate had no Intention to stop. She ran. A Shot rang through the Air. Kate did not stop. “Stop!” Lucilla shouted and took Aim.
The Brunette was a good Shot. She loved her Glock 17.
Kate ran. The Detective gambled. She was certain someone was out there, watching, Someone with a Gun. Not aiming at her. Someone who could make a Difference.
On the small Knoll:
Anna had followed the Events on the Compound. Watched how Kate had shaken off her Attacker and broke into a Run. Chris´s Orders had been clear: “Kill Shots only if necessary.” The Russian kept Kate´s Handler in her sights. She watched as the Woman aimed at Kate. That was it. Anna did not kill anybody easily. But if anybody threatened a Member of the Family? All bets were off.
Her Finger touched the Trigger.
Lucilla´s Head was in her Cross Hairs.
Anna held her Breath.
And pulled the Trigger.
Kate expected the killing Shot. But she stumbled along. She had lost the Slippers. Both of them. The Grass was moist under nylon Soles. Her Feet were still burning after the relentless Torture. So, the cool, wet Grass was refreshing.
And then she heard it: The Plop of a Sniper Rifle. Anna´s Rifle. Kate had expected a Shot in her back. It did not come. The Detective breathed heavily. She turned around: Lucilla´s Body was splayed on the Ground. Like a large Doll.
Except her Head. Her Head was gone. It had been smashed by a heavy Projectile. Kate´s Pulse hammered. She tried to get her breathing under Control.
She sank to her Knees. She stared at the headless Corpse.
Time passed.
How much? She did not know.
She registered Steps. Firm, decisive Steps of Combat Boots on wet Grass. And two other Persons. Lighter, like Elves walking barefoot. Kate struggled to her Feet. Her trained Leg Muscles protested. Without the Use of her Arms, it was difficult. Finally, she stood and turned to face a smiling Anna, Merit, and Evie.
The Russian gave her the once-over:
“The Straitjacket suits you, Katie!” The Violinist teased her very good Friend. The Detective glared back. Gag-talking furiously. “I don´t understand a Word you are saying!” Anna smiled as she came nearer. Beckett noticed the Sniper Rifle across her Back and the Russian Machine Pistol in her Hands. Ready to fire. The dark-haired Woman was on the War Path. Merit and Evie followed on her Heels. “Evie looks like hell.” The Detective mused. It must have been difficult Days for the Egyptologist.
Castle had told her back then, when he and the Team rescued her out of the Clutches of the Triple K Killer and Kelly Nieman, how worried sick he had been by her Abduction. It must have been the same for Evie. So, Beckett had a good Idea of what the lithe Brunette had been going through.
“Please take this!” Anna gave her the Machine Pistol and checked Kate´s Restraints. And cursed in Russian. “Sorry, Kate, this will be a bit more difficult. The Gag and the Straitjacket are locked!” She smiled, “Don´t go away!” The Violinist went to Lucilla´s Corps and searched it quickly. She stood and turned to the others, “This complicates Things. The Bitch doesn´t have the Keys.” Anna looked at the Floor again and found the Slippers that Kate had lost.
The Russian smiled as she put them on Kate´s pantyhosed Feet. Her Friend was not pleased. Anna could tell. But the Slippers were welcome. Beckett sighed ..
“Let´s get going and search for Sarah and the others! She will love this!” Anna grinned. Kate mumbled something but followed Anna and Evie. Merit steadied the Detective as they went for the Main Entrance ….
“But we see after Sophie first!” Beckett heard Evie saying. ”You understand that?” The Egyptologist looked back over her Shoulder. Kate shrugged, sighed, nodded, and padded along.
Inside Baskerville Asylum, First Floor, Eastern Side:
Their HK 416 Rifles at the Ready, Ragna and Natasha moved forward. Sybil had directed them to another Suite on the first Floor. Natasha in Front, the Icelandress covering her. The Fighting seemed to have subsided. There was still the occasional Gunshot, short Bursts of Automatic Weapons.
They stopped before a Door. Natasha listened. “Someone is having fun!” The tall, dark-haired Russian smiled. There were muffled Sounds of weary Laughter. Two Women, in fact. “Leave the Honours to me!” Ragna stated firmly. The Ghost of a Smile curled her Lips as she stepped back two Steps.
With a powerful Kick of her right Leg, the Icelandress kicked the Door in. It flew out of its Hinges. “Nice Ragna, really nice!” Natasha smiled as she charged after the Valkyrie in the Room.
“Unbelievable!” The Russian chuckled.
“Quite the sight!” Ragna smiled.
Three other Women were present. A pale Woman of lithe Build, short-cropped black Hair, clad in Underwear and Hose only: purple-red Underwear and nude Hose precisely. Probably 5 Feet 6 Inches. With an impressive Pair of Tatas. The Russian assessed.
She was kneeling before the large King Size Bed and tickling the Hell out of the Feet of the two Women on the Bed. Encased in Nylon, Pantyhose. They were screaming and laughing. They were well gagged, obviously.
The Woman kneeling whirled around. “Deer in Headlights,” Ragna smiled. “Having Fun, are we?” Natasha chuckled maliciously. “Here is a Piece of Advice, Lady! Get on your Feet and move away from them!” The Woman hesitated. Still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The Russian pulled the Trigger of her Assault Gun. A short Burst. It hit the Floor right before the nylon Toes of the Culprit. Splinters of Wooed buzzed through the Air. “The next Bullet goes between your Eyes, Bitch!” Natasha radiated pure Menace. “Move your lazy Ass! Now!”
Tentatively, the Woman rose to her Feet. Ragna kept her Rifle turned at her.
Natasha spotted something on the Floor. A black leather Bag. Its Content was partly visible—Pantyhose, white Rope, Socks, Panties. And on top, a large Harness Ball Gag.
She looked at the Bag and at the Woman. “Listen! This you will do!” The Russian smiled. It was the Smile of a large Predator. Her Voice was as cold as Ice:
“Stuff a Pair of Socks in your Mouth and put the Ball Gag on. Make it tight or you will regret it!” Natasha smiled, “Then you tie yourself a nice Crotchrope and tie your Legs. After that? You will cuff your Hands behind your back! Understood?”
The Woman nodded. “The poor Thing is lost for Words.” Natasha grinned. “Get going!”
10 Minutes later, the pale Woman lay bound and gagged on the Floor. Natasha inspected her Work. “Well done!” She grinned, “We will embellish your Work later!”
The Russian grinned. “Now, let's see what we have here!” She pointed at the two Nylon Mummies on the Bed. One was quite well-endowed in the Breast Department, while the other had smaller Breasts. Lithe Build. Les curvaceous but more athletic.
Both Women lay on their Backs, their nylon Feet were tied to the Footboard. Their big Toes tied back to their Ankles. Both were breathing heavily. A low Buzz told Natasha and Ragna that the unlucky Duo was entertained.
“Impressive!” Natasha grinned as she inspected the Ladies Predicament more closely. Her left Hand glided above the pantyhose-encased Soles of the left Mummy. “How many Layers do you think?”
“Natasha!” Ragna scolded her Companion. “Alright, Alright.” The Russian huffed, “At Times you are all work and no play!” Now the Icelandress smiled, “We can play when we have done this Job!” “Ready when you are!” The Russian smiled back. To spar with the Valkyrie was always fun, and to tie her up, well … that would be worth it!
Ragna had put her Gun aside and pulled her Combat Knife. “I take the left one, you take the right one!” First, she cut the Ropes fastening the Mummy´s Feet against the Footboard. And the one binding the Toes back to the Ankles.
The Woman relaxed visibly as she could move her Feet again. Gently, the Valkyrie touched the nylon-encased Feet. They twitched. “You are one really ticklish Lady!” Carefully, she cut through the Layers encasing the Woman´s Feet. “Impressive!” Ragna chuckled. “Six Layers, alternating with Tape Bands, at certain Points.
Rachel Adams III had followed the Dialogue. She was sweaty and tired. Her Jaws hurt, and her Feet burned. Lucinda, that Bitch. When she woke up after her chloroform-induced Nap? The Heiress had found herself inside that Nylon Cocoon. Her Mouth was stuffed to the Max. Rachel was forced to smell a used Panty covering her Head, a smelly Sock under her Nose. And a stocking Cap.
It felt heavenly, as the Ropes holding her Feet immobilized were cut, and the String binding her Toes to her Ankles. Finally, Rachel was free, except for her still encased Head. “Come!” Surprisingly gentle, her Saviour helped her sit up. As Rachel put her Feet on the Floor, the Blood rushed back. It felt like a thousand Ants crawling over her Feet …
Soraya´s Suite:
Sophie was dead tired. True, now that she was no longer suspended, the Hogtie was no longer as strict as it had been. But it was still tight, and her Scalp, and her Jaws hurt …. How much Time had passed since Anna had shot Soraya, the Lawyer did not know. Then she heard Noise from outside. Someone was working at the Door´s Lock. It opened. Several People. Sophie could not see them, but her Heart hammered in her Chest.
“Sophie!” A Woman cried, running Steps, someone took her nylon-encased Head in both Hands and kissed her fully on her ballgagged Mouth. “Sophie!” Evie cried and wept. Kate, Anna, and Merit watched the Scene and gave the Egyptologist Space.
“Merit, have a look around and see if you can find the Keys to Kate´s Restraints.” Will do, Mistress!” the Egyptian nodded. She had already spotted something that might be of use. Anna put her Rifle in the Corner and the Machine Pistol down. The Russian unsheathed her KM 2000 Combat Knife. “Evie! Let me free Sophie!” The Violinist said gently, “She must be dead tired.”
“What?” Evie let Sophie´s Head go. “Of course, of course!” The Egyptologist looked a bit sheepishly. But stepped aside.
Anna set to work: First? The Ropes connecting Sophie´s Hair to her tied Toes. The Lawyer´s long legs flopped down like a Log of dead Wood. Despite the heavy Gag, Sophie´s Sigh of relief was audible.
Sophie:
Oh, it does feel so good. Getting out of this Hogtie. As my Legs flop down, the Blood is rushing down. My feet tingle to the Tips of my Toes. Anna is very careful as she removes the first Stocking covering my Head. “Just a little while now, Sophie,” she says gently. “O!” I hear her saying. She has discovered that there is a second Stocking Cap.
I cannot help but giggle into my Gag: “There will be a third Anna, and two Pantyhoods!” Finally, I can see clearly again, as the Violinist severs the second Pantyhood. The fresh Air on my hot and sweaty Skin feels marvellous. I feel that Anna is fumbling with my Harness Gag. I keep my Head still, but I have only Eyes for Evie, who is beaming at me from teary Eyes.
“Merit?” I hear Anna saying, “The Keys? That damned Gag is locked!” “At once,” I hear Merit saying, and Warmth fills me as I hear Merit reply in her clear Soprano. So full of Empathy. Listening to Anna and Merit makes me realize that this Ordeal is over. “Here, Mistress.” “Thank you!” Anna replies. And starts to work on my Gag again.
The Pressure of the Straps recedes. One Strap after the other loosens. Finally, I see Anna´s face as she kneels before me, gently pulling the large red Orb out of my Mouth. That feels so good!
Anna looks at my gaping Mouth, and chuckles: “I knew there was more than meets the Eye!” And attacks the Stuffing in my Mouth. But I am not angry. Evie is here, Anna is here, Merit is here … Everything will be all right….
30 Minutes later:
“I am ready!” Sophie smiles as she returns from Soraya´s Bathroom. “She does look tired,” Anna notices. The Marks of the cruel Gag are still visible. The Lawyer has taken a Shower.
They had raided Soraya´s wardrobe: beige chinos, a white Blouse, and a Pair of Flats: tan, pointed, brown Loafers. They fitted well. And after her Ordeal, Sophie feels more comfortable in Flats.
Kate has also dressed and refreshed: Jeans, a light blue Blouse, and white Sneakers. She winces as she moves.
“We are both Survivors.” Sophie thinks. “Evie beams at me. Anna´s Lips curl into a small smile. It is that small, mischievous Smile, I know now so well. Merit is hovering in the Background.
Anna looks at us: “Let´s go! The Cleaners will take care of the Trash later.” Someone has covered Sorayah´s Corpse with a Blanket. Yet the coppery Scent of Blood and Decay hangs in the Air still.
“We will meet the others at the Library!” The Russian smiles. “Seems all Hostages have accounted for!” It is just a feeling, but I am sure Anna is not telling us all! “Come,” I say to Evie, and take her Hand as we leave the Suite.
Earlier, a Floor:
Josephine Crawford felt the cold Steel against her Throat. And she looked in those cold emerald green Eyes, bare of any Emotions. The Blade moved with incredible Speed. A swift Move of the Wrist, and Crawford felt a sharp Pain. But she kept her Face neutral.
She had only one Chance. She knew that. Von der Marwitz had caught her red-handed. And now she had to cut her losses. Well, Alecto would pay the full Price. That blonde Bitch would not save her. She had taken care of that.
Josephine fingered for the Device in her left Pocket. Of course, she had taken Precautions. Even for the Scenario at Hand. She had not expected it to happen. That had been her fault. But she would live and fight another day, and then she would visit Hell upon Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett and upon Chris von der Marwitz. Josephine would not underestimate her a second Time, no!
She pressed the Button of the Device in her left Pocket ….
A blinding Flash, a plume of white acid Smoke.
As the Smoke cleared? Crawford was gone.
There were Hayley, Sarah, and Chris …. But the Villainess was gone. Martinez was about to make a move. A short Burst the Black Lady fired, stopped her in her Tracks.
Chris cursed in Japanese ….
She cleaned her Blade with a Strip of Linen before sheathing it.
Sensei Nakamura would scold her.
She had committed a Mistake.
Underestimated the Enemy. “I have been to safe.”
Sarah´s and her Eyes met, then Hayley´s. Chris sighed and pulled her Tanto. “Let´s release our favourite Damsel in Distress.”
Hayley fidgeted on her nylon Feet. The Marble Floor was cold. Chris stopped before her and looked closely at the Blonde´s Face. The. Her Gaze rested on the red Mark Crawford´s Palm had left. The Pianist touched it most gently, as if she was whispering a Pianissimo Pianissimo on the Keys of a Grand Piano.
Hayley didn´t feel the Touch uncomfortable, on the Contrary. In Chris´ green Eyes, she read Compassion only. “Hold still!” The Blonde spoke softly, as she cut carefully through the many Layers of the Gag. Hayley stood stock still.
She felt the Pressure on her lower Face already receding. “What a Bitch” Chris shook her Head as she cut through the final Layer, a red double, folded silken Scarf. It was double-folded because there was a thick Layer of Gauze.
As Chris pulled the last Pair of Panties out of Hayley´s Mouth, the Commissioner´s Daughter sighed in Relief. Something snapped as she closed her Jaws. Hayley winced. “Thank you!” she whispered. “Free me, Chris, please!” The Blonde pleaded. “We have to see after Kirsty!”
“Alright!” The Pianist nodded curtly and set to Work.
“Martinez,” Sarah McKenzie smiled coolly. Crawford´s Second-in-Command stared expressionless at her. “Lost for Words?” The Canadian teased her, “You did not expect your Boss would do a Runner, without you?”
The Canadian pointed her Rifle straight at Martinez´s heart. From the Depths of her Combat Gear, she produced a large Ball Gag and a Pair of Handcuffs. Never leaving her Prey out of her Eyes.
She threw Ballgag and Cuffs on the Floor. “Take them. Gag yourself and cuff your Hands behind your Back.” The Masterthief ordered, “We will have much fun later!” She smiled. The Smile gave Martinez Pause. She was not easily intimidated, but that Smile, those Eyes that Aura …. She hesitated.
“You do any funny business?” McKenzie smiled coldly, “I leave you to Blondie! Her Fangs are long!” Chris looked up. She had just freed Hayley from the Crotchrope. Her Eyes met Martinez. Cold, hard, and unforgiving.
“You must understand her,” The Canadian said nonchalantly. “You attacked Blondie´s Family,” she explained loftily, “And that is a Line you do better not cross.” Sarah McKenzie smiled, “If you want to keep all your Limbs! Move!”
Martinez´s Quarters:
Even if she had not been gagged so tightly, Maureen would have been unable to put her Feelings into Words. As Hero charged through the Door, followed by Thane, Robert, and Jeff? Time stood still. The Realization that this Nightmare was over? It took only a slow hold. Her Eyes welled up, “Thane!” she mumbled into her packed Mouth.
Her Sight was obscured thanks to Stocking Cap (Three actually!) and Pantyhood (in Fact, two!), but it was really Thane. Hero trotted to the Bed and nudged her gently with his Snout.
Maureen sensed that Rachel relaxed, too. “Quite the Sight!” she heard Robert chuckle. The Latina was not angry. She forgave Robert almost anything. Too often, he had saved her, she and her six Daughters from deadly Peril.
Thane! He bowed down and kissed her on her gagged Mouth. “You are safe, my Love!” And Maureen felt entirely safe. “Let us get you out of this!” He smirked, “On the other Hand? What do you think, Robert? They are a lovely sight! We should let them enjoy their Hogties a little Longer!”
That earned him two Pairs of Death Star Ray Gazes and very angry Mumbles. “Don´t stress yourself!” The Gunny smiled, “I was just joking!” Obviously, Rachel and Maureen were not mollified. More Mumbles.
“Right, Robert!” Thane smiled, “I tend to Maureen and you to the other Lady!” Rachel fumed. “The other Lady?”
The Gunny and Thane pulled their Combat Knives.
Maureen sighed as Thane cut through the String that connected her Toes to her Hair. Her legs flopped down, and Maureen groaned in Relief. The Blood rushed back. For a Moment, she just lay there. Recuperating. Her Toes tingled
“Let me help you,” Thane said gently. “You can sit up?” Maureen nodded. It felt so good, Thane touching her, aiding her. She leaned into him as he helped her sit up. Putting her Feet on the Carpet.
“Keep still. I will cut those Stockings off!” Thane gently cut through the many Layers covering Maureen's Head. But the Philanthropist kept still. She knew Thane would not hurt her. Never. As Thane did his work? Maureen relaxed.
Carefully, the Gunny cut through one Layer after the other. And finally, he could see Maureen´s Face clearly. A bit puffy, sweaty. But her Eyes, her beautiful dark Eyes, beamed at him. The many-layered Gag still covered her lower Face. Gently, he stroked her Face. “Be patient, my Love! Just for a little while!” Maureen nodded. She would be patient.
A Cell in Baskerville Asylum:
Elina Yegorava stared at the Ceiling. Banged her Head for the umpteenth Time on the soft down-filled Cushion. She had woken up in this Contraption. What followed then …. Elina tried to forget it.
The Chloroform, that Woman, that deranged Doctor who explained to her that she was part of an Experiment, which would bring benefit to the World. Elina snorted in her Gag. Yes, the Gag. The heavily padded Panel Gag.
And the Experiments? “We are today establishing your Tolerance to Chloroform, together with some electric Stimulation!” Elina´s nylon-clad Soles still burned. “You are the perfect Specimen!” Sophia Mabuse had told her, smiling.
Now, after Dinner, she was in that heavy Contraption again and endured Music by Arnold Schönberg. As a Rule, the Soprano disliked anything more modern than Richard Strauss. Atonal Music she hated with Passion. “Someone has done their Homework!” She mused darkly.
“We have a little Present for you from the Boss!” One of her Handlers, a tall Brunette, had teased her. “The Present” had been a torpedo-style Vibrator, lodged in her Pussy. It buzzed on medium Intensity permanently. The vibrations got stronger now and then, but never strong enough to send her over the edge.
Baskerville Asylum, one Hour later, the Library:
Maureen looked around. The Library was the very Image of a Library as could be found in many English Manors, dating back to the 19th Century, right out of Downton Abbey. She had snuggled against Thane and enjoyed his strong Presence. Hero lay on the Floor before her, looking attentively at her, when he did not devour the raw Steak Thane had found in the Kitchen.
Maureen bowed and then patted him on his Back.
The Captives had refreshed and redressed in comfortable Wear. Ragna, together with Merit, had been busy in the Kitchen and prepared some Finger Food and Refreshments. As far as Maureen knew, the surviving Crew of Crawford had been locked up in the Cellars.
“Aren´t they cute?” Maureen purred at Thane and pointed at Sophie and Evie: The Lawyer who had sung so wonderfully at their Wedding had slipped off her Shoes, her long Legs slung under her. Just now, Evie was feeding her some Antipasti. The Egyptologist must have said something amusing, because Sophie laughed loud and clear, from the heart.
There were the two Rachels. The tall blonde Rachel Weinstein and the lean brunette Rachel Adams. They were sitting on another Couch. Talking animatedly. Kate Beckett stood together with Anna Romanova and her Lady in Waiting, having a Conversation. Maureen knew Merit´s Story. Her Devotion to her Mistress was obvious. She had seen Anna playing her Stradivarius at their Wedding. To see her now in full Combat Gear was … different.
“What are you thinking, my Love?” Thane smiled at her. His heart was so full, he couldn´t put into Words what he was feeling. He could feel Maureen´s heart beating. Strong, regular. “Anna!” the dark-haired Philanthropist explained. “I never saw her like this!” She pointed with her Goblet of fine Chardonnay at the tall Russian. “I heard she did some pretty good shooting today!” Thane stated.
Maureen looked at Chris, who was in a Conversation with the Masterthief, Natasha, and Ragna. She had Chris seen for the first Time at Kirsty´s and Hayley´s Wedding, then at their own Wedding. Today it was the first Time she saw the blonde Pianist, not as the great Artist she was, but as the Warrior Princess of the North.
The tall Blonde radiated Power. Her green Eyes rested for a Moment on her. And a small smile curled her Lips. A curt Nod. “The Woman is the Weapon.” She whispered. Remembering what Thane had said back then at the Hamptons. “Yes.” Thane smiled. “She is.”
And there were Hayley and Kirsty: Cuddled together on another Couch. Maureen saw the red Mark on the Blonde´s right Cheek, in the Form of a Palm: Kirsty stroked her Wife´s Cheek gently. Those two had gone through Hell, too. She remembered yesterday, when Crawford had presented Kirsty, Hayley, and Alecto to them.
“Well, this went rather well!” Chris stated, “Except that Crawford escaped.” The Canadian teased Blonde, “Don´t overdo it!” The Blonde admonished her mildly. “You found out how she did it?” “Pretty clever actually!” Sarah McKenzie conceded, with just an Ounce of professional Admiration. “There was a hidden Door in the Wall! She used it for her Escape.”
“I guess we will see that Bitch again.” “She sounds anything but amused.” The Canadian knew the Blonde well enough to know what she was thinking right now. “Don´t beat yourself up!” The Black Lady stated. “This is not your Fault.”
“Blondie?” Chris had not listened; she was looking around. Then looked sternly at the Canadian and the Russian: “Where is Alecto?”
“That, Natasha looked a bit dumbfounded, “Is a good Question …”
Somewhere in the Cellars, Hours before:
It was the proverbial White Room. Quadratic Ground plan. 20 square meters. Completely tilted. Shiny white Tiles. So bright it hurt the Eye. The Door was heavy-duty and resembled the doors found on Submarines. Separating one watertight Compartment from the Other. The Ceiling was high: Four Metres. In the Rooms Centre? A 30 cm thick gleaming Steel Post.
“You know,” Crawford smiled malevolently at Alecto: When we inspected the Asylum and found this Room? I knew it would be perfect for you! Of course, a few Adjustments were necessary. But now it works perfectly, as the Test Subjects we used to test it could attest to!”
Alecto just stared back. Her face was an inscrutable Mask. Not that she could do much else. The Asian was condemned to Silence, to endure Crawford´s gloating Face. “Do you enjoy your Predicament?” The Villainess teased her, “I gave specific Orders that you would be able to follow the Preparations! So, we just paralysed you. This Drug is a small Wonder!”
Alecto had indeed been awake. She had lain on a Gurney and stared at the Ceiling above her, at a Mirror that allowed her to see her whole Body. First, her Handlers had applied a well-lubed large Butt Plug. “It vibrates and delivers Electric Shocks!” a black-haired Woman with short-cropped Hair had explained. A large torpedo-styled Vibrator was next.
Alecto had been manhandled into a black heavy Neoprene sheath, from her Ankles right up her Chin. A heavy Neoprene-Posture Collar held her Neck and Head rigid. Heavy Neoprene-lined Shackles around her Ankles. The Sheath compressed the Asian´s Body like an Anaconda. Her three Handlers had pulled 10 cruelly tight Spandex Straps. The first above her Ankles. The last above her Breasts. A Neoprene Hood had been pulled over her Head. The Hood had a built-in Tongue Stopper Gag. A very large one. Her glossy black Hair protruded in a Ponytail.
Alecto´s Handlers had wheeled her into this Chamber. And strapped her against this Pole. The finishing Touch? Her Big Toes had been strapped together and tied to a small Bolt in the Floor.
“Let me tell you what lies in Store for you!” Crawford chuckled maliciously. “This Chamber can be flooded. The Water will rise and rise and rise. Right to the Ceiling!” Her Expression was now absolutely contorted in a cruel Mask. “Then it may sink or sink not.”
The brown-haired Criminal paused for Effect. “Again, again, and again. And you will never know if it is the last Time or not. Hour after Hour.”
She smiled evilly: “Enjoy!” The Villainess turned on her Heels and strode out of the Chamber. The heavy Door fell shut and was electronically locked. Alecto felt no Fear. She had been in worse Situations.
The Water began to flood the Cabin. Soon it swirled around Alecto´s Feet.
It rose rapidly.
The Present: The Library:
Suddenly, the Library had fallen silent: Chris felt the Eyes of all People present resting on her. The Blonde stood straight. “Where is Alecto?” The Question hung heavy in the Room. Chris turned to Ragna and Natasha, “Get me Martinez!”
The Icelandress and the Russian left.
Slowly, the Conversations resumed.
“We searched the Building from Bottom to Top.” The Masterthief shrugged. “All Captives are confined.”
Chris looked at the Canadian. “We must have overlooked something then.” The Blonde turned on her Heels. “Sybil,” She spoke in her Mike. “Check the Floor Plans again. For hidden Vaults or anything like that.”
“Will do!” The Brunette confirmed. Her Fingers flew above the Keys.
Minutes later, Ragna and Natasha dragged a dishevelled Martinez over the Threshold. Ball gagged, her Wrists and Elbows tied tightly behind her Back. The Russian and the Icelandress were not overly gentle, as they dragged the Villainess forward.
“We present to you, Martinez! O Lady of the Swords!” Natasha indicated a small bow. Chris looked Crawford´s second in Command up and down. Martinez felt uncomfortable under the Scrutiny of those cold, brilliant emerald green Eyes. She sensed the Power, the Blonde radiated. It was as if the Blonde saw to the Bottom of her Soul.
Martinez watched as the Pianist nodded curtly to Natasha. “Ungag her!”
The Woman licked her Lips after the Russian had taken off the Ball Gag. The Blonde stood two Metres away. Calm, composed, resolved.
“Let us make this quick.” Her Alto Voice was melodious. It conveyed a Tone of Command and irresistible Power. “I have one question for you.” Her emerald green Eyes blazed, “Where is Alecto!”
Martinez felt uncomfortable. The Odds were not in her Favour. Things had gone quite differently, as they expected they would. The Boss was gone. She was here, alone with the Enemy.
To Elizabeth, she had felt Loyalty; her Sister had been an Opportunity. She had fed her to the Wolves. Why should she be loyal to her? Take the Blame. Martinez looked around. Saw the other Women and Men in black Combat Gear, armed to the Teeth.
They were here, her former Boss was not …
“Don´t test my Patience!” Von der Marwitz broke her out of her Reverie. The Blonde unsheathed one of the two Katanas slung across her back. The right one. “Where is Alecto!” The green Eyes drilled into her. “I won´t ask a third Time.”
“You should believe the Lady,” The Dark Lady chuckled. “When she is in that Mood?” The Canadian smiled coldly, “I would not try my Luck.” She paused, “But that is up to you.” The black-haired Woman´s Face grew cold. “Have Fun!”
Martinez looked from the Blonde to the Black. And saw the same:
Grim Determination and the Promise of certain Death and Destruction.
Martinez´s underlip quivered. What should she do? Death was at hand. It stood two Metres away from her. She knew she had Leverage. She knew what their Enemies needed to know.
Her Enemies would not kill her. She tried to convince herself. But a Look at those two green Emeralds and the two Obsidians told her something different. In those Eyes lay the same Promise. Was she ready to take the Risk?
Martinez was no Coward. But this Situation was something new. Chris von der Marwitz looked like a Figure right out of a Fairy Tale. But she was real. As real as they got.
“That´s it!” Chris closed the Distance with two long Strides. And suddenly the Tip of the Blade was Millimeters away from her right Eye. It did not weave.
“Tell me! Where is Alecto!”
“Thane!” Maureen whispered, “You were right! She is the Weapon!” “I told you,” The Gunny nodded. He was fascinated. Both. Professionally and personally.
“I won´t ask again!” Chris´ Voice was hard like hammered Steel. “What is in for me?” Martinez countered seemingly unmoved. The Pianist said nothing, a speedy Flick of her right Wrist. Martinez did not feel the Cut above her right Brow.
“Cosmetic Surgery.” The Black Lady quipped.
Crawford´s second in Command was shocked. Her Eyes were wide, Blood dropped on the Floor.
Haltingly, she began to talk.
The White Room, at the same Time:
The Water was flooding the Cabin again. Alecto had long lost count of how often this had happened in the last Hours. As resilient as the Assassin was, Alecto was nearing a Threshold.
The persistent Stimulation by her Accessories had taken its toll. Her Lungs were burning. Her Training allowed her to compensate. The last Time she had to hold her Breath for nearly four Minutes. But now, she was not sure how long she could keep herself together.
And the Water rose.
In the Cellars of Baskerville Asylum:
“Move Bitch!” Sarah McKenzie hit Martinez with her Assault Rifle between the Shoulder Blades. Chris, Ragna, and Natasha followed them. “If we come too late, you will take Alecto´s Place!”
The Criminal had led them to the Cellar´s second Level, to a hidden Door. Now they walked a Corridor. Dimly Lit. They stopped before a massive Steel Door with a Bull´s Eye. Chris peered through and turned. Her green Eyes radiated an unearthly Fire. “Where are the Controls? Quick!” Martinez looked at the gleaming Katana in the Blonde´s right Hand and back in those glittering, cold Emeralds …..
“I show you!” Martinez stammered.
Alecto at first didn´t realize that the Water did not rise anymore.
The Level fell instead ….
The Library: One Hour later, a quarter to Midnight:
Chris was no Friend of holding Speeches, but there were Occasions she could not avoid it. This was such an Occasion. She cleared her Throat and looked from one to the other. Her Gaze rested on Alecto.
The Assassin seemed remarkably composed after her Ordeal. Their Eyes met. The Asian nodded slightly. No Words were needed. The Pianist and the Assassin had one thing in common besides their Mastery of the “Ninja Stuff”: Their Laconic Style.
The Blonde focused:
“Dear Friends, Companions! I will be brief: I think I speak for all People present: We are all happy that Operation Thunderbolt was a success!” Applause interrupted her. “Without the Help of all of you, this would not have been possible!” More Applause, Hero barked three Times. “Yes, Hero, you earned yourself another Steak!” Chris smiled at the large Alaskan Shepherd lying at Roxette´s Feet. And the Pianist was sure, Hero smiled.
“It has been a long Day, dear Friends. I had a Call with the Commissioner. The NYPD will take over shortly and clear up the Scene!” Applause, “Sarah told me, that everyone is invited to spend the Night at her Place, and she will throw a Party tomorrow evening!” Rousing Applause and Cheers.
Now Chris smiled.
“That will all my Friends!”
Well after Midnight, Sarah McKenzie´s Penthouse: Kirsty´s and Hayley´s Room:
Kirsty looked down at Hayley: The Blonde was spreadeagled and naked, almost naked. Except for a Pair of blue lace Panties. The Briton had spreadeagled her Wife with broad silken Scarves. Kirsty smiled. Around the Crotch Scarf was a damp Patch. Hayley was definitely enjoying herself. She grated her Hips most sensually.
Kirsty was sure the voluptuous Blonde smiled under her Gag. The Woman from rural Norfolk had been kind: Two Pairs of used Panties and a broad blue Silkscarf. The Panties were from her and Hayley. Kirsty had stripped down to a nude Pair of Stockings and a Pair of Burgundy Panties.
The Briton had dimmed the Light down and lit Candles, which filled the Room with their soft Light. The Scent of Sandalwood Incense was thick in the Air. Enya's Voice aided her Beauty in creating a sensual, almost mystical Atmosphere. The Briton straddled her Wife, bowed down, and kissed her gently on the Tip of her right Nipple, once, twice, thrice. Then on the left.
Kirsty let her Tongue glide around the Base of the American´s full left Breast. Repeatedly and tended then to the right Breast. Kirsty kissed her Wife fully on her gagged Mouth. “I love you, Hayley King!” she whispered hoarsely. “I am the luckiest Person in the World!” The Blonde groaned happily and beamed at her. Those Sapphire Blue Eyes! Kirsty could lose herself in them at any Time.
She produced a small brown Fragrance Bottle, unscrewed it, and poured Oil on her Palms. The Scents of 1001 Nights filled the Air, especially Patchouli.
This Night would be pure Bliss!
Another Guestroom:
“Did you miss me?” Sophie purred, her Voice shimmering like dark Velvet. It was a perfectly suited Instrument for Handel and his Contemporaries. It could easily display any Emotion. In this Moment, her Mezzo-Soprano was vibrant with Joy. After returning to Base, Sophie and Evie had showered together. The Egyptologist had soaped Sophie´s Body and massaged her aching Muscles. The Lawyer had put on a black Nightie and black thigh-high Stockings.
She had smiled at her Companion, a Glitter in her cat-like green Eyes. Evie knew that Glitter, its meaning. Sophie was in the Mood to play. The ensuing Struggle was short … and Professor Evie Callahan III had ended in a Frogtie-Hogtie Combination, gagged with a large Ring Gag. “Serve me!” Sophie whispered. They would talk about all that had happened in the last three Days. Her former Life had equipped Doctor Sophie Reichenbach with the Tools to deal with the horrific Experiences of the last Days.
What she needed now was Evie. The Egyptologist had been her Anchor in the last Days. “Serve me!” she whispered again. Evie smiled around the Ring Gag and inched forward. The Egyptologist had a truly talented Tongue in more than one Sense.
Sophie let herself fall ….
A third Room:
Doctor Sophia Mabuse was no happy Camper: Her three Handlers had turned her into a Nylon Mummy: Rachel Weinstein, Rachel Adams III, and Captain Kate Beckett. The Scientist had no Idea how many Layers she had been encased in. She only knew it was many. Very many Layers, and lots of Tape.
Her former Test Subjects took immense Pleasure in dishing out Payback. The Ladies had dressed down to Stockings and Underwear. Rachel Weinstein in red, Rachel Adams in blue, and Kate Beckett in Black.
“You know, you mad Cow, Payback is a Bitch!” Beckett had told her gleefully before she pressed an Electronic Toothbrush against her left nyloned Foot. “Isn´t that Fun?” Rachel Weinstein had chuckled as she pressed another Toothbrush against her right nylon Heel.
“We were really generous!” The Brunette Rachel Adams had explained, smiling. “Each of us three presented you with one Pair of our Panties – the fourth is your own!” With Gusto, she poured a Liquid generously on a thick Cloth.
“We raided your Stash of Chloroform, too! Enjoy!” She pressed the Cloth on Sophia´s Face for a few Seconds only. Took it away. Let the Scientist breathe and pressed the Cloth again on her Face ….
Somewhere across the North Atlantic:
In the first Class of the KLM Flight to Amsterdam, a Woman gazed through the Window out into the Darkness. Nobody would have recognized Josefine Crawford. A black Wig, an expensive one, made of natural Hair. Eye Lenses changing her Eye Colour. She wore an expansive blue Powersuit and medium Jimmy Choo Heels. In Amsterdam, she would board a Flight to Dubai, and from Dubai to Japan.
Her Face betrayed absolutely no Emotion, but Crawford was furious. All the Resources she had spent on her Revenge … all for nothing. Well, not completely: She had Mabuse´s Research on a Hard Drive with her. The perfect Chloroform! And a cruel Smile curled Crawford´s Lips. At least she had sent Alecto to Hades.
If anything? Elizabeth Crawford´s Twin was patient. She would fulfill her Vow to avenge her Sister. Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett would pay. The blonde Pianist and her Friends would pay. Not soon. But they would pay.
Josephine had made one Error. She had underestimated the Resourcefulness of Chris von der Marwitz. She hated to admit it, but she had felt fear today, as the Pianist had walked toward her.
Her gleaming Blades in her Hands. Next Time, Josefine vowed to herself, she would not underestimate the Blonde a second Time. She would bide her Time. Lick her Wounds and start again from Scratch.
“Can I do something for you, Madame?” The Head Stewardess addressed her politely. “You can,” Josefine smiled. “Bring me a Glass of Champagne!”
The Files of Art. Inc.:
“Hayley King, Kirsty Garrett, Kate Beckett and the Morpheus Formula”
“Endgame II”
Location: New York, August
Chapter 5
Baskerville Asylum: late Evening
“Hayley King, Kirsty Garrett, Kate Beckett and the Morpheus Formula”
“Endgame II”
Location: New York, August
Chapter 5
Baskerville Asylum: late Evening
Martinez´s Quarters, Minutes before the Attack, on the Eastern Side of Baskerville Asylum:
“Tell me, Ladies! Isn´t that fun? Us three together? A PJ-Party like back in the old College Days?” Her two Guests didn´t share her Enthusiasm. That could have something to do with the tight Ropes, the mouth-filling Gags, or that both Ladies were just too busy to regain their Faculties after the proverbial Humdinger of an Orgasm. Not just an Orgasm, but really the Mother of Orgasms; and on Top? It had been a simultaneous one.
Martinez, just clad in a skimpy purple Negligee and nude Hose, knelt on her Bed between her unwilling PJ-clad Guests. Both were pantyhooded and wore Stocking Caps. Just for the Fun of it, Crawford's Second-in-Command had applied chloroform-doused Dusk Masks as well. Just enough to make Rachel Weinstein and Maureen de Angelo docile. Rachel wore violet PJs, Maureen black Ones. And Pantyhose of Course. Black for Maureen, Nude for Rachel.
The Criminal had hogtied both Damsels. Tight, uncomfortable Hogties: Elbows crushed together. Their Hair braided and tied to their bound big Toes. Crotchropes, of Course, connected to their other Bonds. Legs tied in six Places.
And the Gags … Martinez had raided her own Hamper and those of her Guests, so each Damsel chewed on the Panties of the other. The used Socks were a contribution of her own. From the Bottom of her own Hamper. From the very Bottom.
Martinez always kept a Supply of well-worn Socks ready. For Weinstein, it had been a knee-high white crew Sock, for de Angelo a thick black woollen Sock. Martinez had masturbated repeatedly on both.
The same went for the Pantyhoods.
A devious Grin curled her Lips: She extended her left Leg and pressed a pantyhosed Foot on Weinstein´s Face, she extended her right Leg and pressed the other Foot on the Latina´s Face. Both Women protested weakly, tried to move their Heads away.
Maureen:
And I thought it couldn´t get any worse. The Lord taught me the Error of my Ways … The Hogtie is uncomfortable. Very. My Fingers touch my Soles. They burn. My Soles. And my Pussy throbs. I am drowsy. I am aroused. The used Underwear tastes foul.
The Socks, too. I am sure the Bitch packed used Socks in my Mouth. Now she presses her sweaty, nylon-clad, perfumed Foot on my Face. I try to move my Face away. But a sharp Tug at my Scalp and my Toes reminds me that my Hair is tied to my Toes …..
Rachel:
“When I get out of this,” Rachel fumed inwardly. “I will kill this Martinez Bitch slowly.” Three Days of near constant Bondage, frequent chloroform-induced Naps had not broken the Heiress. But tired and irritated. “This latest Predicament is the Icing on the Cake!” the curvaceous Blonde cursed.
“Being gagged with used Underwear is bad, being forced to smell this Cow´s sweaty Feet is worse!” Breathing was already difficult, thanks to the Pantyhood and the Stocking Cap; the Dust Mask made it more difficult. “And now this!”
When she had woken up from the latest enforced Nap, Rachel had found herself next to Maureen in this latest Predicament.
“Gleefully that Bitch attacked our Soles with the Riding Crop, then Wartenberg Wheels and Electric Toothbrushes – and played with the Vibrators in our Pussies!”
Martinez enjoyed this Entertainment very much. She liked how much the two Captives struggled as they tried to get rid of her nyloned Feet on their Faces. “I know why I like mature Women!” To dominate them was much more Fun. The Heiress and the Latina were strong-willed, and they hated to be dominated.
“So, Ladies! What do you think “Ready for some more Fun with the Magic Wands?” Maureen and Rachel voiced their Indignation. Martinez jumped from the Bed, went to the Sideboard, and took the two Hitachi Wands …
Then several Things happened at once:
A massive Detonation shook the Ground. Then the unmistakable Sounds of Machine Gun Fire: The Windows of the Balcony Door disintegrated and sent a myriad of Splinters soaring through the Air.
Martinez acted out of pure Instinct and threw herself on the Floor: Another Sound. A screeching Sound: Deafening Explosions. In rapid Succession. Screams added to the Cacophony. Martinez was not a trained Soldier. Being under live Fire was a completely new Experience for her. A horrifying one. She looked up:
Her Captives looked attentively at the broken Window ….
Crawford´s Second-in-Command pulled herself together. She had to inform the Boss. They had to take Action. “We have no Idea what hit us!” She suppressed a Curse. Looked out of the shattered Window and on the Bed.
Still, Explosions shook the Ground. Machine Gun Fire raked the Western Ground of Baskerville Asylum. Anybody entering the Zone had better make their Peace with God. It took Martinez all her Courage to get on her Feet and dress quickly.
She slipped on a Pair of black Sneakers. “Ouch!” Martinez had stepped on a Shard of Glass! Martinez looked at the Balls of her left Foot. Resolutely, she ripped the Shard out … With a Course, she slipped the Shoe on.
She looked at the Bed:
What to do with the Captives? Chloroform them again? That would be fun! Chloroform the two simultaneously …
Another Detonation shook the Ground:
Martinez could not know it, but Robert, Jeff, and Thane had demolished the Cars and Vans on the Parking Space with shaped Charges ….
The Woman, who looked so much like Eva Green, grabbed her Gun. She turned to the Captives.
“Don´t go away! We will continue later! Promise!”
Muffled Responses from the Bed.
“I am excited too!” Martinez grinned and hurried down the Floor.
Still Detonations, the Staccato of the Machine Gun. In between, Martinez was sure to have heard some sharp Pops. And the Sound of splintering Glass. Another Detonation … “Hell and Damnation!” What was going on here?
Out of Breath, she stopped before Crawford´s Doors. To interrupt the Boss when she was playing was a Cardinal Sin. But she had no Choice. She hammered against the Door and ripped it open …..
The Present: The small Hill on the Western Side:
Chris and Sarah hurried down the Slope while Ragna and Natasha were still providing Suppression Fire. Nobody in their right Mind would enter the Arc of Fire. The Plan was clear:
The Pianist and the Masterthief would scale the Walls and approach the Asylum. From the South, Robert, Jeff, Thane, and Hero would advance. Ragna and Natasha would follow when Sarah and Chris had forced the Gates.
From her Position, Anna would provide Cover. “Take anybody out who makes a Run for the Main Gate and tries to use the Hostages as Shields.” The Russian had smiled back, “Nobody gets past me!” Chris's Trust in Anna was total.
“Ready, Blondie?!” The Canadian smiled as they stopped before the Brick Wall. “Ready when you are!” Chris smiled back – and threw her Draken. She pulled. It held. Almost in Unison, the Blonde and her Companion scaled the Wall. They landed on the other Side. Chris looked to the left: The Helicopter Pad was a blazing Inferno.
Ragna fired higher now. Allowing them to advance under Cover Fire. As they hurried along, Chris spotted several Bodies lying askew on the Ground. Some in one Piece, some not. The Blonde felt no Remorse in this Moment. That might come later. Now? They had a Job to do. Sensei Nakamura would not expect anything else from her.
They had hit the Enemy hard, had hit precisely where it hurt, had achieved total Surprise.
Now it was paramount to press the Attack …. Chris smiled grimly.
Soraya´s Room:
It had been the Spray of hot red Blood on her sweaty Skin, the organic Matter. The Sensation had ripped Sophie out of her Trance. Back from her Safe Haven, she had retreated to escape the Pain.
She could not see much. Thanks to the Pantyhood and the Stocking Cap. Her contorted Body dangled in the Air. The Air was heavy with that coppery Scent of Blood, and now the faint Aroma of Decay. Sophie allowed herself to relax somewhat.
This Nightmare would be over soon.
The Lawyer did not know why, but she had to smile ….
Another Shot.
Something gave way: Sophie landed hard on the Table standing under her. The brutal Impact knocked the Breath out of her. But resting on the Table was much better than swinging around in the Air. “Anna, you are really crazy!” Sophie laughed into her Gag.
That was Anna. To take such a Shot under these Circumstances to shoot a few Ropes …
Her Emotions got the better of her. Sophie sobbed in Relief.
Now she could do nothing but wait ….
Baskerville Asylum: Southern Side
Robert, Thane, Jeff, and Hero had met little Resistance so far. “I love it when a Plan works!” Robert smiled. “Could have gone worse.” Jeff agreed. “But we are not inside yet.” Thane cautioned.
“The Enemy is still confused.” Hamilton stated, “Let´s make the best use of it.” They had reached the large Entrance Door. It was locked. “I have the perfect Key.” Thane´s Face was hard. He selected two shaped Charges, placed them at Lock and Hinges, and set the Timer.
The Detonation ripped the massive Door out of its Hinges. After the Smoke had cleared, the Team entered the Entrance Corridor.
They were greeted by the Fire of Automatic Weapons ….
Crawford´s Suite:
“What is the meaning of this?” Crawford´s Voice was higher than usual. Shrill almost. “Nobody knows of this Location! Rosenbaum promised that!”
“Well, someone obviously knows.” Martinez replied calmly, “And they brought the heavy Guns. Boss! Get dressed, we have to evacuate!” Crawford looked at Kirsty, then at Hayley. Calculating. “We can´t take them with us, Sir.” Martinez played the Voice of Caution. “The Helicopter is destroyed, the Cars probably too! They are a Hindrance!”
Stubbornly, Crawford shook her Head. Calmer now. “I have invested too much in this Revenge to capitulate now!” She pointed at Hayley, “Cut her loose, she can walk! It is not much, but at least I have a Consolation prize!” Hayley´s Eyes widened. “What are you waiting for, Martinez?” The Villainess' Voice cracked like a Whip. “NOW!”
Her Second-in-Command produced a large Knife. And set to work, while Crawford dressed quickly, in Chinos, a white Blouse, a Blazer, and Loafers. And a small brown leather Backpack.
“Aren´t you ready?” Crawford bellowed.
From outside, the characteristic Sounds of Automatic Rifles could be heard. Obviously, their Enemy had forced the Entry.
“If you value your Life and that of Garrett, you do as you are told!” Martinez whispered sharply in Hayley´s Ear as she cut the Strap holding her Head against the Pillar. But Hayley had no Intention to do as she was told. She did not move an Inch as Martinez finally cut the String binding her big Toes.
“Move Bitch!” Crawford hissed menacingly. “Move, or Kirsty will pay!” Hayley looked down, locking Eyes with her Wife. Kirsty blinked, once, twice. The Blonde still hesitated. She had understood Kirsty´s Code, but ….
The brutal Slap in the Face came out of the Blue. Crawford had hit her so hard on her right Cheek, her Head flew to the Side. Crawford's Palm left an angry red Mark on the Blonde´s fair Skin.
But Hayley did not cry. Her Eyes blazed. Crawford raised her Hand again …. “Stop, Boss!” Martinez urged her. “We have to leave, and Hayley must be able to walk. If you beat her senseless, we have nothing!”
For a Moment, it looked like Crawford would strike. “Right then!” She huffed, “Let´s go! And use the Cattleprod on her if you like!” Martinez grabbed Hayley at her right upper Arm. “Come now!” Grudgingly, Hayley allowed herself to be led away. “I can only hope that Help is on the way!”
They stepped into the Corridor. The Stone Floor felt cold under her Feet, which still hurt after the Taser Torment hours previously.
A hard Shove in her Back reminded Hayley to step forward, the Cattle Prod touching her Butt another Time. Hayley cursed in her Gag.
The Gunfire was nearer now ….
It could not be long anymore …
Hayley encouraged herself.
No, she would never give in!
Help was on the Way ….
Another Corridor:
Chris and Sarah advanced. Their Assault Rifles at the Ready. They had met some Resistance on the Way up to the second Floor. But it had been unorganised. Their Opponents had either fled or paid the ultimate Price.
They knew, thanks to Sybil´s Research, that the greatest of Suites was on the second Floor. On the old Floor Plans, it had been the Director's Lodgings. Safe Assumption that these were the Quarters of the Master Criminal who instigated all this.
They stepped out of the Stair Well on the Second Floor. Then they heard it. Chris made a motion with her right Hand, they stopped and listened:
Urgent Steps on Stone. A sharp Slap: A Hand on human Flesh. A suppressed Mewl, that of a gagged Woman. The Pianist and the Masterthief exchanged a Look. The Canadian nodded. She knew what Chris would do.
The Blonde lay her Rifle down and took her Vizor Helmet off. The German shook her shimmering blonde Mane free. “She is such a beauty!” Sarah McKenzie suppressed a sigh. The Masterthief watched as Chris gripped her two Katanas slung across her Back and unsheathed them with that fluid Motion Sarah knew so well by now.
There she was: The Warrior Princess of the North.
The Steps had come nearer. Chris´ Blades pointed to the Floor still.
They would not for long.
Chris stepped around the Corner, and Sarah followed her, her Rifle at the ready. She loved such Situations, when all depended on the quickest Reaction. A meeting Engagement in military Parlance. To look at Chris´ Butt, her long, muscular Legs -as she strode forward? It was an additional pleasure.
Sarah McKenzie smiled.
A Minute earlier, around the Corner:
Hayley did not go willingly. Absolutely not. She dragged her Feet. Her Resistance had earned her several more Slaps and Encouragement from Martinez with the Cattle Prod. Hayley was furious, and that was good. The Adrenaline coursing through her Veins. Help was on the way.
They heard the short Bursts of Automatic Weapons. Crawford strode ahead. The American had found the late Elizabeth creepy, but her Evil Twin was a different Matter. Hayley shuddered. Her Feet were icy cold by now.
They were not far from a Corner when it happened.
A Woman stepped around the Corner: Tall. Blonde. Emerald green Eyes. Black Body Armour. In each Hand, she held a curved Blade. A Katana, as Hayley knew. The gleaming Blades´ Tips were pointing to the Floor.
The Blonde´s classical Features were cold and beautiful. Terrible as the Dawn. Beautiful like the Parian Marble, the Venus of Milo was made of. The Parthenon. Her Eyes were fixed on Crawford, who stopped dead in her Tracks.
Hayley noticed that the Glock in her left Hand quivered. Crawford´s Twin was left-handed. In some Cultures, the left Hand was the Evil Hand. Evie had explained once to her.
The Blonde stopped. A cold Smile curled her Lips. The Dark Lady stood a few Steps behind her, her HK 416 Assault Rifle firmly trained at them.
“Martinez”, the Canadian smiled coldly. “You will not make a Move at Hayley, will you?” The Masterthief sounded entirely polite. “You move, and it is a Bullet between the Eyes!” Crawford´s Second-in-Command stopped. “That wasn´t so difficult, Martinez, wasn´t it? I know you are no Fool.” The Canadian was in full Black-Lady-Mode.
“Maybe you should put your Gun down. Your Hand is shaking badly.” Chris smiled at Crawford. Not a friendly Smile. A cold and a calculating one. Crawford seemed to be speechless.
The tall Blonde strode nearer. “Your Goons in Sydney were second-rate only.”
“Get out of my Way, or Hayley pays the Price!” Crawford challenged her. “Martinez! Kill that Slut if that Samurai Wannabe makes one Move!”
To Crawfords' Surprise, the Blonde just chuckled. “That Bitch is really amused”, the Villainess shook her Head. “You have no Idea what you got yourself into.” The Blonde stepped forward. “I despise Amateurs.” The emerald green Eyes were penetrating here like a sharp Knife. Chris stopped and looked Crawford up and down. And Crawford felt something. An irresistible Power aimed directly at her like a laser Beam.
“I wouldn´t do that,” Chris stated coolly. She had noticed that Crawford was about to aim her Gun at her. “You are like your Sister.” The Pianist smiled coldly. “She, too, let others do her dirty Work. Let us put it to the test: Try to shoot me!”
Crawford raised her Gun. It was quivering more strongly, aimed at Chris´s chest, and pulled the Trigger. The Shot missed and went wide.
This Pianist chuckled, “So the Gun is not yours ….”
Chris eyed her up and down ….
“You know what? Why don´t you fight me in single Combat?”
Chris looked hard at her. “Only Martial Arts.”
“You have five seconds.” The Pianist stated. “Are you a Coward, Josephine? Tell me!”
Crawford looked back at Martinez and back at the Blonde. There was no way out of this.
The Gunfire had subsided by now.
“Are you thinking about running?” Chris´ Voice cracked like a Whip.
“I will get you, even if you hide on the Moon!”
Seconds passed.
“So, you don´t want to fight me? Alright!” Chris raised her Blades and walked toward Crawford. “You will rue the Day you decided to touch my Family!” The Blonde had spoken calmly.
Calm and controlled.
Crawford´s right Hand glided into her left Pocket…
Chris smiled coldly, “I wouldn´t do that.” Crawford barely realized how quickly the Blonde closed the Distance. Suddenly, she felt the cold, sharp Tip of the Katana at her Throat.
“Your Sister learned how sharp these Blades are!”
Chris Smile was hard.
Not far from Martinez´s Quarters:
Thane in Front, the Team advanced. Robert in second Position, Jeff in third. Hero prowling along. They were on the second Floor in a Corridor. They had met some Resistance—nothing they could not handle. The Angel of Death had claimed its Price.
Suddenly, Hero stopped, sniffed, and howled. And stormed forward. And stopped before a Door. Scraping at the Door with his Claws. Howling and barking.
“Maureen!” Thane ran after the Dog and kicked the Door open. Hero stormed into the Room. Barking like mad. The Gunny followed him and stopped as he looked at the large King Size Bed …
“Quite the sight!” Robert chuckled, who had entered the Room together with Jeff.
They were greeted by muffled Protests …
Hero stormed to the Bed ….
Outside: Anna´s Position:
Anna scanned the Compound. The Gunfire had receded. The Helicopter Wreck was still burning. On the Ground, several Bodies. Anna was still on Edge. She had saved Sophie from further Torment. The Violinist smiled. That had been a really good Shot! Severing the Rope that kept the Lawyer hanging in the Air. Not an easy Feature. But she was Anna. Anna Romanova.
“Mistress!” Merit whispered, “Look there!”
Anna followed Merit´s Directions. There! Two People were on the Way to the main Gate. One was struggling heavily. Her Handler forced her along. She slapped her Prey on her Butt. The captive Woman was tied and gagged. Anna could see through her Scope. The Russian smiled; she knew the tied-up Woman. One of New York´s Finest. Captain Kate Beckett ….
“Kate, Kate, Kate …” Anna grinned ….
Beckett was furious! Lucilla was a vicious Bitch who enjoyed her “Work” way too much! Kate had been Lucilla´s Reward for the resounding Success of Operation Morpheus. The Woman who looked like the young Connie Nielsen in Gladiator, when the Actress had played Emperor Commodus' Sister.
Lucilla´s Speciality? Tickling. With all kinds of Stuff: Feathers, Brushes, Electric Toothbrushes, Combs, Wartenberg Wheels …. Lucilla had tied Beckett on her “Special Private Bench” – after she had put a heavy-duty black Leather Straitjacket on her. With a few special Features: Knobs inside that pressed on her Breasts. And a thick vibrating Pad pressed against her Pussy.
The Crotch Strap was very tight. The Neck Corset reminded Kate very much of a similar Contraption the High Priestess of Isis had used on them during the early Stages of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls:
Lucilla had enjoyed it: Stuffing, one dirty, smelly Sock after the other in Kate´s Mouth. A red ankle Sock, a white Crew Sock, and a pink Gym Sock. On Top, one very ripe used yellow lace Panty.
Kate´s Ankles had been confined by heavily padded Stocks and each Toe to a small Bolt. And then the Villainess had gone to Town on Beckett's sensitive soft Soles. It did not take long before the Detective was a quivering, shivering, sweaty Bundle of human Flesh. Screaming and howling. The massive Gag worked well, though: Only very muffled Sounds could be heard. Very muffled Sounds.
Desperately, she clawed for Breath. Through her Nose, and the Crotch Panel of Lucilla´s sweaty Pantyhose, which the Criminal had tied over her lower Face and Nose. When the first Detonations had shaken the Ground.
Both Women had listened attentively.
Victim and Tormentor.
Locked Eyes.
Lucilla acted quickly. She loosened the Straps that held Beckett on the Bench. Cut the Strings that held her Toes captive. The Brunette had even put a Pair of fluffy UGG Slippers on her Feet. “You are my Ticket out of here!” She explained to Kate, smiling grimly. “The Trophy Wife! I bet Castle pays a pretty Ransom for you!”
Beckett glared at her and told her Piece! “Mthfk!”
“Get up!” Lucilla had pulled her roughly on her Feet. Beckett had not made it easy for her. She had struggled all along the Way. Made it as difficult for her Captor as possible. Kate´s Soles still burned like Hell. Every Step was an Effort. But the Adrenaline helped.
Now they were outside the Building. Fires were raging. On the Helicopter Pad, Kate noticed the burning Wreck of a Helicopter. “Move Bitch!” Lucilla hissed. Kate growled into her Gag, as her Captor slapped her on her Butt – again.
This was it! She had had enough! She whirled around, shook off her Captor's Grip, and kicked Lucilla with her left Foot at her Breast, sending the Criminal flying. Kate had lost one Slipper; she kicked the other off and ran. Ran for the Gate. “Stop Bitch or I shoot you!” Lucilla shouted.
Kate had no Intention to stop. She ran. A Shot rang through the Air. Kate did not stop. “Stop!” Lucilla shouted and took Aim.
The Brunette was a good Shot. She loved her Glock 17.
Kate ran. The Detective gambled. She was certain someone was out there, watching, Someone with a Gun. Not aiming at her. Someone who could make a Difference.
On the small Knoll:
Anna had followed the Events on the Compound. Watched how Kate had shaken off her Attacker and broke into a Run. Chris´s Orders had been clear: “Kill Shots only if necessary.” The Russian kept Kate´s Handler in her sights. She watched as the Woman aimed at Kate. That was it. Anna did not kill anybody easily. But if anybody threatened a Member of the Family? All bets were off.
Her Finger touched the Trigger.
Lucilla´s Head was in her Cross Hairs.
Anna held her Breath.
And pulled the Trigger.
Kate expected the killing Shot. But she stumbled along. She had lost the Slippers. Both of them. The Grass was moist under nylon Soles. Her Feet were still burning after the relentless Torture. So, the cool, wet Grass was refreshing.
And then she heard it: The Plop of a Sniper Rifle. Anna´s Rifle. Kate had expected a Shot in her back. It did not come. The Detective breathed heavily. She turned around: Lucilla´s Body was splayed on the Ground. Like a large Doll.
Except her Head. Her Head was gone. It had been smashed by a heavy Projectile. Kate´s Pulse hammered. She tried to get her breathing under Control.
She sank to her Knees. She stared at the headless Corpse.
Time passed.
How much? She did not know.
She registered Steps. Firm, decisive Steps of Combat Boots on wet Grass. And two other Persons. Lighter, like Elves walking barefoot. Kate struggled to her Feet. Her trained Leg Muscles protested. Without the Use of her Arms, it was difficult. Finally, she stood and turned to face a smiling Anna, Merit, and Evie.
The Russian gave her the once-over:
“The Straitjacket suits you, Katie!” The Violinist teased her very good Friend. The Detective glared back. Gag-talking furiously. “I don´t understand a Word you are saying!” Anna smiled as she came nearer. Beckett noticed the Sniper Rifle across her Back and the Russian Machine Pistol in her Hands. Ready to fire. The dark-haired Woman was on the War Path. Merit and Evie followed on her Heels. “Evie looks like hell.” The Detective mused. It must have been difficult Days for the Egyptologist.
Castle had told her back then, when he and the Team rescued her out of the Clutches of the Triple K Killer and Kelly Nieman, how worried sick he had been by her Abduction. It must have been the same for Evie. So, Beckett had a good Idea of what the lithe Brunette had been going through.
“Please take this!” Anna gave her the Machine Pistol and checked Kate´s Restraints. And cursed in Russian. “Sorry, Kate, this will be a bit more difficult. The Gag and the Straitjacket are locked!” She smiled, “Don´t go away!” The Violinist went to Lucilla´s Corps and searched it quickly. She stood and turned to the others, “This complicates Things. The Bitch doesn´t have the Keys.” Anna looked at the Floor again and found the Slippers that Kate had lost.
The Russian smiled as she put them on Kate´s pantyhosed Feet. Her Friend was not pleased. Anna could tell. But the Slippers were welcome. Beckett sighed ..
“Let´s get going and search for Sarah and the others! She will love this!” Anna grinned. Kate mumbled something but followed Anna and Evie. Merit steadied the Detective as they went for the Main Entrance ….
“But we see after Sophie first!” Beckett heard Evie saying. ”You understand that?” The Egyptologist looked back over her Shoulder. Kate shrugged, sighed, nodded, and padded along.
Inside Baskerville Asylum, First Floor, Eastern Side:
Their HK 416 Rifles at the Ready, Ragna and Natasha moved forward. Sybil had directed them to another Suite on the first Floor. Natasha in Front, the Icelandress covering her. The Fighting seemed to have subsided. There was still the occasional Gunshot, short Bursts of Automatic Weapons.
They stopped before a Door. Natasha listened. “Someone is having fun!” The tall, dark-haired Russian smiled. There were muffled Sounds of weary Laughter. Two Women, in fact. “Leave the Honours to me!” Ragna stated firmly. The Ghost of a Smile curled her Lips as she stepped back two Steps.
With a powerful Kick of her right Leg, the Icelandress kicked the Door in. It flew out of its Hinges. “Nice Ragna, really nice!” Natasha smiled as she charged after the Valkyrie in the Room.
“Unbelievable!” The Russian chuckled.
“Quite the sight!” Ragna smiled.
Three other Women were present. A pale Woman of lithe Build, short-cropped black Hair, clad in Underwear and Hose only: purple-red Underwear and nude Hose precisely. Probably 5 Feet 6 Inches. With an impressive Pair of Tatas. The Russian assessed.
She was kneeling before the large King Size Bed and tickling the Hell out of the Feet of the two Women on the Bed. Encased in Nylon, Pantyhose. They were screaming and laughing. They were well gagged, obviously.
The Woman kneeling whirled around. “Deer in Headlights,” Ragna smiled. “Having Fun, are we?” Natasha chuckled maliciously. “Here is a Piece of Advice, Lady! Get on your Feet and move away from them!” The Woman hesitated. Still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The Russian pulled the Trigger of her Assault Gun. A short Burst. It hit the Floor right before the nylon Toes of the Culprit. Splinters of Wooed buzzed through the Air. “The next Bullet goes between your Eyes, Bitch!” Natasha radiated pure Menace. “Move your lazy Ass! Now!”
Tentatively, the Woman rose to her Feet. Ragna kept her Rifle turned at her.
Natasha spotted something on the Floor. A black leather Bag. Its Content was partly visible—Pantyhose, white Rope, Socks, Panties. And on top, a large Harness Ball Gag.
She looked at the Bag and at the Woman. “Listen! This you will do!” The Russian smiled. It was the Smile of a large Predator. Her Voice was as cold as Ice:
“Stuff a Pair of Socks in your Mouth and put the Ball Gag on. Make it tight or you will regret it!” Natasha smiled, “Then you tie yourself a nice Crotchrope and tie your Legs. After that? You will cuff your Hands behind your back! Understood?”
The Woman nodded. “The poor Thing is lost for Words.” Natasha grinned. “Get going!”
10 Minutes later, the pale Woman lay bound and gagged on the Floor. Natasha inspected her Work. “Well done!” She grinned, “We will embellish your Work later!”
The Russian grinned. “Now, let's see what we have here!” She pointed at the two Nylon Mummies on the Bed. One was quite well-endowed in the Breast Department, while the other had smaller Breasts. Lithe Build. Les curvaceous but more athletic.
Both Women lay on their Backs, their nylon Feet were tied to the Footboard. Their big Toes tied back to their Ankles. Both were breathing heavily. A low Buzz told Natasha and Ragna that the unlucky Duo was entertained.
“Impressive!” Natasha grinned as she inspected the Ladies Predicament more closely. Her left Hand glided above the pantyhose-encased Soles of the left Mummy. “How many Layers do you think?”
“Natasha!” Ragna scolded her Companion. “Alright, Alright.” The Russian huffed, “At Times you are all work and no play!” Now the Icelandress smiled, “We can play when we have done this Job!” “Ready when you are!” The Russian smiled back. To spar with the Valkyrie was always fun, and to tie her up, well … that would be worth it!
Ragna had put her Gun aside and pulled her Combat Knife. “I take the left one, you take the right one!” First, she cut the Ropes fastening the Mummy´s Feet against the Footboard. And the one binding the Toes back to the Ankles.
The Woman relaxed visibly as she could move her Feet again. Gently, the Valkyrie touched the nylon-encased Feet. They twitched. “You are one really ticklish Lady!” Carefully, she cut through the Layers encasing the Woman´s Feet. “Impressive!” Ragna chuckled. “Six Layers, alternating with Tape Bands, at certain Points.
Rachel Adams III had followed the Dialogue. She was sweaty and tired. Her Jaws hurt, and her Feet burned. Lucinda, that Bitch. When she woke up after her chloroform-induced Nap? The Heiress had found herself inside that Nylon Cocoon. Her Mouth was stuffed to the Max. Rachel was forced to smell a used Panty covering her Head, a smelly Sock under her Nose. And a stocking Cap.
It felt heavenly, as the Ropes holding her Feet immobilized were cut, and the String binding her Toes to her Ankles. Finally, Rachel was free, except for her still encased Head. “Come!” Surprisingly gentle, her Saviour helped her sit up. As Rachel put her Feet on the Floor, the Blood rushed back. It felt like a thousand Ants crawling over her Feet …
Soraya´s Suite:
Sophie was dead tired. True, now that she was no longer suspended, the Hogtie was no longer as strict as it had been. But it was still tight, and her Scalp, and her Jaws hurt …. How much Time had passed since Anna had shot Soraya, the Lawyer did not know. Then she heard Noise from outside. Someone was working at the Door´s Lock. It opened. Several People. Sophie could not see them, but her Heart hammered in her Chest.
“Sophie!” A Woman cried, running Steps, someone took her nylon-encased Head in both Hands and kissed her fully on her ballgagged Mouth. “Sophie!” Evie cried and wept. Kate, Anna, and Merit watched the Scene and gave the Egyptologist Space.
“Merit, have a look around and see if you can find the Keys to Kate´s Restraints.” Will do, Mistress!” the Egyptian nodded. She had already spotted something that might be of use. Anna put her Rifle in the Corner and the Machine Pistol down. The Russian unsheathed her KM 2000 Combat Knife. “Evie! Let me free Sophie!” The Violinist said gently, “She must be dead tired.”
“What?” Evie let Sophie´s Head go. “Of course, of course!” The Egyptologist looked a bit sheepishly. But stepped aside.
Anna set to work: First? The Ropes connecting Sophie´s Hair to her tied Toes. The Lawyer´s long legs flopped down like a Log of dead Wood. Despite the heavy Gag, Sophie´s Sigh of relief was audible.
Sophie:
Oh, it does feel so good. Getting out of this Hogtie. As my Legs flop down, the Blood is rushing down. My feet tingle to the Tips of my Toes. Anna is very careful as she removes the first Stocking covering my Head. “Just a little while now, Sophie,” she says gently. “O!” I hear her saying. She has discovered that there is a second Stocking Cap.
I cannot help but giggle into my Gag: “There will be a third Anna, and two Pantyhoods!” Finally, I can see clearly again, as the Violinist severs the second Pantyhood. The fresh Air on my hot and sweaty Skin feels marvellous. I feel that Anna is fumbling with my Harness Gag. I keep my Head still, but I have only Eyes for Evie, who is beaming at me from teary Eyes.
“Merit?” I hear Anna saying, “The Keys? That damned Gag is locked!” “At once,” I hear Merit saying, and Warmth fills me as I hear Merit reply in her clear Soprano. So full of Empathy. Listening to Anna and Merit makes me realize that this Ordeal is over. “Here, Mistress.” “Thank you!” Anna replies. And starts to work on my Gag again.
The Pressure of the Straps recedes. One Strap after the other loosens. Finally, I see Anna´s face as she kneels before me, gently pulling the large red Orb out of my Mouth. That feels so good!
Anna looks at my gaping Mouth, and chuckles: “I knew there was more than meets the Eye!” And attacks the Stuffing in my Mouth. But I am not angry. Evie is here, Anna is here, Merit is here … Everything will be all right….
30 Minutes later:
“I am ready!” Sophie smiles as she returns from Soraya´s Bathroom. “She does look tired,” Anna notices. The Marks of the cruel Gag are still visible. The Lawyer has taken a Shower.
They had raided Soraya´s wardrobe: beige chinos, a white Blouse, and a Pair of Flats: tan, pointed, brown Loafers. They fitted well. And after her Ordeal, Sophie feels more comfortable in Flats.
Kate has also dressed and refreshed: Jeans, a light blue Blouse, and white Sneakers. She winces as she moves.
“We are both Survivors.” Sophie thinks. “Evie beams at me. Anna´s Lips curl into a small smile. It is that small, mischievous Smile, I know now so well. Merit is hovering in the Background.
Anna looks at us: “Let´s go! The Cleaners will take care of the Trash later.” Someone has covered Sorayah´s Corpse with a Blanket. Yet the coppery Scent of Blood and Decay hangs in the Air still.
“We will meet the others at the Library!” The Russian smiles. “Seems all Hostages have accounted for!” It is just a feeling, but I am sure Anna is not telling us all! “Come,” I say to Evie, and take her Hand as we leave the Suite.
Earlier, a Floor:
Josephine Crawford felt the cold Steel against her Throat. And she looked in those cold emerald green Eyes, bare of any Emotions. The Blade moved with incredible Speed. A swift Move of the Wrist, and Crawford felt a sharp Pain. But she kept her Face neutral.
She had only one Chance. She knew that. Von der Marwitz had caught her red-handed. And now she had to cut her losses. Well, Alecto would pay the full Price. That blonde Bitch would not save her. She had taken care of that.
Josephine fingered for the Device in her left Pocket. Of course, she had taken Precautions. Even for the Scenario at Hand. She had not expected it to happen. That had been her fault. But she would live and fight another day, and then she would visit Hell upon Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett and upon Chris von der Marwitz. Josephine would not underestimate her a second Time, no!
She pressed the Button of the Device in her left Pocket ….
A blinding Flash, a plume of white acid Smoke.
As the Smoke cleared? Crawford was gone.
There were Hayley, Sarah, and Chris …. But the Villainess was gone. Martinez was about to make a move. A short Burst the Black Lady fired, stopped her in her Tracks.
Chris cursed in Japanese ….
She cleaned her Blade with a Strip of Linen before sheathing it.
Sensei Nakamura would scold her.
She had committed a Mistake.
Underestimated the Enemy. “I have been to safe.”
Sarah´s and her Eyes met, then Hayley´s. Chris sighed and pulled her Tanto. “Let´s release our favourite Damsel in Distress.”
Hayley fidgeted on her nylon Feet. The Marble Floor was cold. Chris stopped before her and looked closely at the Blonde´s Face. The. Her Gaze rested on the red Mark Crawford´s Palm had left. The Pianist touched it most gently, as if she was whispering a Pianissimo Pianissimo on the Keys of a Grand Piano.
Hayley didn´t feel the Touch uncomfortable, on the Contrary. In Chris´ green Eyes, she read Compassion only. “Hold still!” The Blonde spoke softly, as she cut carefully through the many Layers of the Gag. Hayley stood stock still.
She felt the Pressure on her lower Face already receding. “What a Bitch” Chris shook her Head as she cut through the final Layer, a red double, folded silken Scarf. It was double-folded because there was a thick Layer of Gauze.
As Chris pulled the last Pair of Panties out of Hayley´s Mouth, the Commissioner´s Daughter sighed in Relief. Something snapped as she closed her Jaws. Hayley winced. “Thank you!” she whispered. “Free me, Chris, please!” The Blonde pleaded. “We have to see after Kirsty!”
“Alright!” The Pianist nodded curtly and set to Work.
“Martinez,” Sarah McKenzie smiled coolly. Crawford´s Second-in-Command stared expressionless at her. “Lost for Words?” The Canadian teased her, “You did not expect your Boss would do a Runner, without you?”
The Canadian pointed her Rifle straight at Martinez´s heart. From the Depths of her Combat Gear, she produced a large Ball Gag and a Pair of Handcuffs. Never leaving her Prey out of her Eyes.
She threw Ballgag and Cuffs on the Floor. “Take them. Gag yourself and cuff your Hands behind your Back.” The Masterthief ordered, “We will have much fun later!” She smiled. The Smile gave Martinez Pause. She was not easily intimidated, but that Smile, those Eyes that Aura …. She hesitated.
“You do any funny business?” McKenzie smiled coldly, “I leave you to Blondie! Her Fangs are long!” Chris looked up. She had just freed Hayley from the Crotchrope. Her Eyes met Martinez. Cold, hard, and unforgiving.
“You must understand her,” The Canadian said nonchalantly. “You attacked Blondie´s Family,” she explained loftily, “And that is a Line you do better not cross.” Sarah McKenzie smiled, “If you want to keep all your Limbs! Move!”
Martinez´s Quarters:
Even if she had not been gagged so tightly, Maureen would have been unable to put her Feelings into Words. As Hero charged through the Door, followed by Thane, Robert, and Jeff? Time stood still. The Realization that this Nightmare was over? It took only a slow hold. Her Eyes welled up, “Thane!” she mumbled into her packed Mouth.
Her Sight was obscured thanks to Stocking Cap (Three actually!) and Pantyhood (in Fact, two!), but it was really Thane. Hero trotted to the Bed and nudged her gently with his Snout.
Maureen sensed that Rachel relaxed, too. “Quite the Sight!” she heard Robert chuckle. The Latina was not angry. She forgave Robert almost anything. Too often, he had saved her, she and her six Daughters from deadly Peril.
Thane! He bowed down and kissed her on her gagged Mouth. “You are safe, my Love!” And Maureen felt entirely safe. “Let us get you out of this!” He smirked, “On the other Hand? What do you think, Robert? They are a lovely sight! We should let them enjoy their Hogties a little Longer!”
That earned him two Pairs of Death Star Ray Gazes and very angry Mumbles. “Don´t stress yourself!” The Gunny smiled, “I was just joking!” Obviously, Rachel and Maureen were not mollified. More Mumbles.
“Right, Robert!” Thane smiled, “I tend to Maureen and you to the other Lady!” Rachel fumed. “The other Lady?”
The Gunny and Thane pulled their Combat Knives.
Maureen sighed as Thane cut through the String that connected her Toes to her Hair. Her legs flopped down, and Maureen groaned in Relief. The Blood rushed back. For a Moment, she just lay there. Recuperating. Her Toes tingled
“Let me help you,” Thane said gently. “You can sit up?” Maureen nodded. It felt so good, Thane touching her, aiding her. She leaned into him as he helped her sit up. Putting her Feet on the Carpet.
“Keep still. I will cut those Stockings off!” Thane gently cut through the many Layers covering Maureen's Head. But the Philanthropist kept still. She knew Thane would not hurt her. Never. As Thane did his work? Maureen relaxed.
Carefully, the Gunny cut through one Layer after the other. And finally, he could see Maureen´s Face clearly. A bit puffy, sweaty. But her Eyes, her beautiful dark Eyes, beamed at him. The many-layered Gag still covered her lower Face. Gently, he stroked her Face. “Be patient, my Love! Just for a little while!” Maureen nodded. She would be patient.
A Cell in Baskerville Asylum:
Elina Yegorava stared at the Ceiling. Banged her Head for the umpteenth Time on the soft down-filled Cushion. She had woken up in this Contraption. What followed then …. Elina tried to forget it.
The Chloroform, that Woman, that deranged Doctor who explained to her that she was part of an Experiment, which would bring benefit to the World. Elina snorted in her Gag. Yes, the Gag. The heavily padded Panel Gag.
And the Experiments? “We are today establishing your Tolerance to Chloroform, together with some electric Stimulation!” Elina´s nylon-clad Soles still burned. “You are the perfect Specimen!” Sophia Mabuse had told her, smiling.
Now, after Dinner, she was in that heavy Contraption again and endured Music by Arnold Schönberg. As a Rule, the Soprano disliked anything more modern than Richard Strauss. Atonal Music she hated with Passion. “Someone has done their Homework!” She mused darkly.
“We have a little Present for you from the Boss!” One of her Handlers, a tall Brunette, had teased her. “The Present” had been a torpedo-style Vibrator, lodged in her Pussy. It buzzed on medium Intensity permanently. The vibrations got stronger now and then, but never strong enough to send her over the edge.
Baskerville Asylum, one Hour later, the Library:
Maureen looked around. The Library was the very Image of a Library as could be found in many English Manors, dating back to the 19th Century, right out of Downton Abbey. She had snuggled against Thane and enjoyed his strong Presence. Hero lay on the Floor before her, looking attentively at her, when he did not devour the raw Steak Thane had found in the Kitchen.
Maureen bowed and then patted him on his Back.
The Captives had refreshed and redressed in comfortable Wear. Ragna, together with Merit, had been busy in the Kitchen and prepared some Finger Food and Refreshments. As far as Maureen knew, the surviving Crew of Crawford had been locked up in the Cellars.
“Aren´t they cute?” Maureen purred at Thane and pointed at Sophie and Evie: The Lawyer who had sung so wonderfully at their Wedding had slipped off her Shoes, her long Legs slung under her. Just now, Evie was feeding her some Antipasti. The Egyptologist must have said something amusing, because Sophie laughed loud and clear, from the heart.
There were the two Rachels. The tall blonde Rachel Weinstein and the lean brunette Rachel Adams. They were sitting on another Couch. Talking animatedly. Kate Beckett stood together with Anna Romanova and her Lady in Waiting, having a Conversation. Maureen knew Merit´s Story. Her Devotion to her Mistress was obvious. She had seen Anna playing her Stradivarius at their Wedding. To see her now in full Combat Gear was … different.
“What are you thinking, my Love?” Thane smiled at her. His heart was so full, he couldn´t put into Words what he was feeling. He could feel Maureen´s heart beating. Strong, regular. “Anna!” the dark-haired Philanthropist explained. “I never saw her like this!” She pointed with her Goblet of fine Chardonnay at the tall Russian. “I heard she did some pretty good shooting today!” Thane stated.
Maureen looked at Chris, who was in a Conversation with the Masterthief, Natasha, and Ragna. She had Chris seen for the first Time at Kirsty´s and Hayley´s Wedding, then at their own Wedding. Today it was the first Time she saw the blonde Pianist, not as the great Artist she was, but as the Warrior Princess of the North.
The tall Blonde radiated Power. Her green Eyes rested for a Moment on her. And a small smile curled her Lips. A curt Nod. “The Woman is the Weapon.” She whispered. Remembering what Thane had said back then at the Hamptons. “Yes.” Thane smiled. “She is.”
And there were Hayley and Kirsty: Cuddled together on another Couch. Maureen saw the red Mark on the Blonde´s right Cheek, in the Form of a Palm: Kirsty stroked her Wife´s Cheek gently. Those two had gone through Hell, too. She remembered yesterday, when Crawford had presented Kirsty, Hayley, and Alecto to them.
“Well, this went rather well!” Chris stated, “Except that Crawford escaped.” The Canadian teased Blonde, “Don´t overdo it!” The Blonde admonished her mildly. “You found out how she did it?” “Pretty clever actually!” Sarah McKenzie conceded, with just an Ounce of professional Admiration. “There was a hidden Door in the Wall! She used it for her Escape.”
“I guess we will see that Bitch again.” “She sounds anything but amused.” The Canadian knew the Blonde well enough to know what she was thinking right now. “Don´t beat yourself up!” The Black Lady stated. “This is not your Fault.”
“Blondie?” Chris had not listened; she was looking around. Then looked sternly at the Canadian and the Russian: “Where is Alecto?”
“That, Natasha looked a bit dumbfounded, “Is a good Question …”
Somewhere in the Cellars, Hours before:
It was the proverbial White Room. Quadratic Ground plan. 20 square meters. Completely tilted. Shiny white Tiles. So bright it hurt the Eye. The Door was heavy-duty and resembled the doors found on Submarines. Separating one watertight Compartment from the Other. The Ceiling was high: Four Metres. In the Rooms Centre? A 30 cm thick gleaming Steel Post.
“You know,” Crawford smiled malevolently at Alecto: When we inspected the Asylum and found this Room? I knew it would be perfect for you! Of course, a few Adjustments were necessary. But now it works perfectly, as the Test Subjects we used to test it could attest to!”
Alecto just stared back. Her face was an inscrutable Mask. Not that she could do much else. The Asian was condemned to Silence, to endure Crawford´s gloating Face. “Do you enjoy your Predicament?” The Villainess teased her, “I gave specific Orders that you would be able to follow the Preparations! So, we just paralysed you. This Drug is a small Wonder!”
Alecto had indeed been awake. She had lain on a Gurney and stared at the Ceiling above her, at a Mirror that allowed her to see her whole Body. First, her Handlers had applied a well-lubed large Butt Plug. “It vibrates and delivers Electric Shocks!” a black-haired Woman with short-cropped Hair had explained. A large torpedo-styled Vibrator was next.
Alecto had been manhandled into a black heavy Neoprene sheath, from her Ankles right up her Chin. A heavy Neoprene-Posture Collar held her Neck and Head rigid. Heavy Neoprene-lined Shackles around her Ankles. The Sheath compressed the Asian´s Body like an Anaconda. Her three Handlers had pulled 10 cruelly tight Spandex Straps. The first above her Ankles. The last above her Breasts. A Neoprene Hood had been pulled over her Head. The Hood had a built-in Tongue Stopper Gag. A very large one. Her glossy black Hair protruded in a Ponytail.
Alecto´s Handlers had wheeled her into this Chamber. And strapped her against this Pole. The finishing Touch? Her Big Toes had been strapped together and tied to a small Bolt in the Floor.
“Let me tell you what lies in Store for you!” Crawford chuckled maliciously. “This Chamber can be flooded. The Water will rise and rise and rise. Right to the Ceiling!” Her Expression was now absolutely contorted in a cruel Mask. “Then it may sink or sink not.”
The brown-haired Criminal paused for Effect. “Again, again, and again. And you will never know if it is the last Time or not. Hour after Hour.”
She smiled evilly: “Enjoy!” The Villainess turned on her Heels and strode out of the Chamber. The heavy Door fell shut and was electronically locked. Alecto felt no Fear. She had been in worse Situations.
The Water began to flood the Cabin. Soon it swirled around Alecto´s Feet.
It rose rapidly.
The Present: The Library:
Suddenly, the Library had fallen silent: Chris felt the Eyes of all People present resting on her. The Blonde stood straight. “Where is Alecto?” The Question hung heavy in the Room. Chris turned to Ragna and Natasha, “Get me Martinez!”
The Icelandress and the Russian left.
Slowly, the Conversations resumed.
“We searched the Building from Bottom to Top.” The Masterthief shrugged. “All Captives are confined.”
Chris looked at the Canadian. “We must have overlooked something then.” The Blonde turned on her Heels. “Sybil,” She spoke in her Mike. “Check the Floor Plans again. For hidden Vaults or anything like that.”
“Will do!” The Brunette confirmed. Her Fingers flew above the Keys.
Minutes later, Ragna and Natasha dragged a dishevelled Martinez over the Threshold. Ball gagged, her Wrists and Elbows tied tightly behind her Back. The Russian and the Icelandress were not overly gentle, as they dragged the Villainess forward.
“We present to you, Martinez! O Lady of the Swords!” Natasha indicated a small bow. Chris looked Crawford´s second in Command up and down. Martinez felt uncomfortable under the Scrutiny of those cold, brilliant emerald green Eyes. She sensed the Power, the Blonde radiated. It was as if the Blonde saw to the Bottom of her Soul.
Martinez watched as the Pianist nodded curtly to Natasha. “Ungag her!”
The Woman licked her Lips after the Russian had taken off the Ball Gag. The Blonde stood two Metres away. Calm, composed, resolved.
“Let us make this quick.” Her Alto Voice was melodious. It conveyed a Tone of Command and irresistible Power. “I have one question for you.” Her emerald green Eyes blazed, “Where is Alecto!”
Martinez felt uncomfortable. The Odds were not in her Favour. Things had gone quite differently, as they expected they would. The Boss was gone. She was here, alone with the Enemy.
To Elizabeth, she had felt Loyalty; her Sister had been an Opportunity. She had fed her to the Wolves. Why should she be loyal to her? Take the Blame. Martinez looked around. Saw the other Women and Men in black Combat Gear, armed to the Teeth.
They were here, her former Boss was not …
“Don´t test my Patience!” Von der Marwitz broke her out of her Reverie. The Blonde unsheathed one of the two Katanas slung across her back. The right one. “Where is Alecto!” The green Eyes drilled into her. “I won´t ask a third Time.”
“You should believe the Lady,” The Dark Lady chuckled. “When she is in that Mood?” The Canadian smiled coldly, “I would not try my Luck.” She paused, “But that is up to you.” The black-haired Woman´s Face grew cold. “Have Fun!”
Martinez looked from the Blonde to the Black. And saw the same:
Grim Determination and the Promise of certain Death and Destruction.
Martinez´s underlip quivered. What should she do? Death was at hand. It stood two Metres away from her. She knew she had Leverage. She knew what their Enemies needed to know.
Her Enemies would not kill her. She tried to convince herself. But a Look at those two green Emeralds and the two Obsidians told her something different. In those Eyes lay the same Promise. Was she ready to take the Risk?
Martinez was no Coward. But this Situation was something new. Chris von der Marwitz looked like a Figure right out of a Fairy Tale. But she was real. As real as they got.
“That´s it!” Chris closed the Distance with two long Strides. And suddenly the Tip of the Blade was Millimeters away from her right Eye. It did not weave.
“Tell me! Where is Alecto!”
“Thane!” Maureen whispered, “You were right! She is the Weapon!” “I told you,” The Gunny nodded. He was fascinated. Both. Professionally and personally.
“I won´t ask again!” Chris´ Voice was hard like hammered Steel. “What is in for me?” Martinez countered seemingly unmoved. The Pianist said nothing, a speedy Flick of her right Wrist. Martinez did not feel the Cut above her right Brow.
“Cosmetic Surgery.” The Black Lady quipped.
Crawford´s second in Command was shocked. Her Eyes were wide, Blood dropped on the Floor.
Haltingly, she began to talk.
The White Room, at the same Time:
The Water was flooding the Cabin again. Alecto had long lost count of how often this had happened in the last Hours. As resilient as the Assassin was, Alecto was nearing a Threshold.
The persistent Stimulation by her Accessories had taken its toll. Her Lungs were burning. Her Training allowed her to compensate. The last Time she had to hold her Breath for nearly four Minutes. But now, she was not sure how long she could keep herself together.
And the Water rose.
In the Cellars of Baskerville Asylum:
“Move Bitch!” Sarah McKenzie hit Martinez with her Assault Rifle between the Shoulder Blades. Chris, Ragna, and Natasha followed them. “If we come too late, you will take Alecto´s Place!”
The Criminal had led them to the Cellar´s second Level, to a hidden Door. Now they walked a Corridor. Dimly Lit. They stopped before a massive Steel Door with a Bull´s Eye. Chris peered through and turned. Her green Eyes radiated an unearthly Fire. “Where are the Controls? Quick!” Martinez looked at the gleaming Katana in the Blonde´s right Hand and back in those glittering, cold Emeralds …..
“I show you!” Martinez stammered.
Alecto at first didn´t realize that the Water did not rise anymore.
The Level fell instead ….
The Library: One Hour later, a quarter to Midnight:
Chris was no Friend of holding Speeches, but there were Occasions she could not avoid it. This was such an Occasion. She cleared her Throat and looked from one to the other. Her Gaze rested on Alecto.
The Assassin seemed remarkably composed after her Ordeal. Their Eyes met. The Asian nodded slightly. No Words were needed. The Pianist and the Assassin had one thing in common besides their Mastery of the “Ninja Stuff”: Their Laconic Style.
The Blonde focused:
“Dear Friends, Companions! I will be brief: I think I speak for all People present: We are all happy that Operation Thunderbolt was a success!” Applause interrupted her. “Without the Help of all of you, this would not have been possible!” More Applause, Hero barked three Times. “Yes, Hero, you earned yourself another Steak!” Chris smiled at the large Alaskan Shepherd lying at Roxette´s Feet. And the Pianist was sure, Hero smiled.
“It has been a long Day, dear Friends. I had a Call with the Commissioner. The NYPD will take over shortly and clear up the Scene!” Applause, “Sarah told me, that everyone is invited to spend the Night at her Place, and she will throw a Party tomorrow evening!” Rousing Applause and Cheers.
Now Chris smiled.
“That will all my Friends!”
Well after Midnight, Sarah McKenzie´s Penthouse: Kirsty´s and Hayley´s Room:
Kirsty looked down at Hayley: The Blonde was spreadeagled and naked, almost naked. Except for a Pair of blue lace Panties. The Briton had spreadeagled her Wife with broad silken Scarves. Kirsty smiled. Around the Crotch Scarf was a damp Patch. Hayley was definitely enjoying herself. She grated her Hips most sensually.
Kirsty was sure the voluptuous Blonde smiled under her Gag. The Woman from rural Norfolk had been kind: Two Pairs of used Panties and a broad blue Silkscarf. The Panties were from her and Hayley. Kirsty had stripped down to a nude Pair of Stockings and a Pair of Burgundy Panties.
The Briton had dimmed the Light down and lit Candles, which filled the Room with their soft Light. The Scent of Sandalwood Incense was thick in the Air. Enya's Voice aided her Beauty in creating a sensual, almost mystical Atmosphere. The Briton straddled her Wife, bowed down, and kissed her gently on the Tip of her right Nipple, once, twice, thrice. Then on the left.
Kirsty let her Tongue glide around the Base of the American´s full left Breast. Repeatedly and tended then to the right Breast. Kirsty kissed her Wife fully on her gagged Mouth. “I love you, Hayley King!” she whispered hoarsely. “I am the luckiest Person in the World!” The Blonde groaned happily and beamed at her. Those Sapphire Blue Eyes! Kirsty could lose herself in them at any Time.
She produced a small brown Fragrance Bottle, unscrewed it, and poured Oil on her Palms. The Scents of 1001 Nights filled the Air, especially Patchouli.
This Night would be pure Bliss!
Another Guestroom:
“Did you miss me?” Sophie purred, her Voice shimmering like dark Velvet. It was a perfectly suited Instrument for Handel and his Contemporaries. It could easily display any Emotion. In this Moment, her Mezzo-Soprano was vibrant with Joy. After returning to Base, Sophie and Evie had showered together. The Egyptologist had soaped Sophie´s Body and massaged her aching Muscles. The Lawyer had put on a black Nightie and black thigh-high Stockings.
She had smiled at her Companion, a Glitter in her cat-like green Eyes. Evie knew that Glitter, its meaning. Sophie was in the Mood to play. The ensuing Struggle was short … and Professor Evie Callahan III had ended in a Frogtie-Hogtie Combination, gagged with a large Ring Gag. “Serve me!” Sophie whispered. They would talk about all that had happened in the last three Days. Her former Life had equipped Doctor Sophie Reichenbach with the Tools to deal with the horrific Experiences of the last Days.
What she needed now was Evie. The Egyptologist had been her Anchor in the last Days. “Serve me!” she whispered again. Evie smiled around the Ring Gag and inched forward. The Egyptologist had a truly talented Tongue in more than one Sense.
Sophie let herself fall ….
A third Room:
Doctor Sophia Mabuse was no happy Camper: Her three Handlers had turned her into a Nylon Mummy: Rachel Weinstein, Rachel Adams III, and Captain Kate Beckett. The Scientist had no Idea how many Layers she had been encased in. She only knew it was many. Very many Layers, and lots of Tape.
Her former Test Subjects took immense Pleasure in dishing out Payback. The Ladies had dressed down to Stockings and Underwear. Rachel Weinstein in red, Rachel Adams in blue, and Kate Beckett in Black.
“You know, you mad Cow, Payback is a Bitch!” Beckett had told her gleefully before she pressed an Electronic Toothbrush against her left nyloned Foot. “Isn´t that Fun?” Rachel Weinstein had chuckled as she pressed another Toothbrush against her right nylon Heel.
“We were really generous!” The Brunette Rachel Adams had explained, smiling. “Each of us three presented you with one Pair of our Panties – the fourth is your own!” With Gusto, she poured a Liquid generously on a thick Cloth.
“We raided your Stash of Chloroform, too! Enjoy!” She pressed the Cloth on Sophia´s Face for a few Seconds only. Took it away. Let the Scientist breathe and pressed the Cloth again on her Face ….
Somewhere across the North Atlantic:
In the first Class of the KLM Flight to Amsterdam, a Woman gazed through the Window out into the Darkness. Nobody would have recognized Josefine Crawford. A black Wig, an expensive one, made of natural Hair. Eye Lenses changing her Eye Colour. She wore an expansive blue Powersuit and medium Jimmy Choo Heels. In Amsterdam, she would board a Flight to Dubai, and from Dubai to Japan.
Her Face betrayed absolutely no Emotion, but Crawford was furious. All the Resources she had spent on her Revenge … all for nothing. Well, not completely: She had Mabuse´s Research on a Hard Drive with her. The perfect Chloroform! And a cruel Smile curled Crawford´s Lips. At least she had sent Alecto to Hades.
If anything? Elizabeth Crawford´s Twin was patient. She would fulfill her Vow to avenge her Sister. Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett would pay. The blonde Pianist and her Friends would pay. Not soon. But they would pay.
Josephine had made one Error. She had underestimated the Resourcefulness of Chris von der Marwitz. She hated to admit it, but she had felt fear today, as the Pianist had walked toward her.
Her gleaming Blades in her Hands. Next Time, Josefine vowed to herself, she would not underestimate the Blonde a second Time. She would bide her Time. Lick her Wounds and start again from Scratch.
“Can I do something for you, Madame?” The Head Stewardess addressed her politely. “You can,” Josefine smiled. “Bring me a Glass of Champagne!”
Hayley King and the Morpheus Formula:
The End?
The End?
Knowing you i doubt it! After all Crawford's sister is still alive and very much free.
But one could say this particular chapter is closed. And in some style too!
Dear @Caesar73, when you told me that something big was coming, I expected a lot, but this... Geez. This blew me away. Grosses Kino!
For all Erica Sinclair adventures, please visit my story collection over at Wattpad under:
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My pleasure, dear @Jenny_S - thank you so much for your praise. To write this Story was absolute Fun. And I have to thank some good Friends for allowing me to use their Characters. They inspire me always. This Story was the first, I wrote an Animal. Hero is a wonderful Character. I can only recommend ThePhantom52´s Work on DA. Hero is a wonderful Creation of him.Jenny_S wrote: 1 month ago Dear @Caesar73, when you told me that something big was coming, I expected a lot, but this... Geez. This blew me away. Grosses Kino!
We have not seen the Last of Josephine Crawford that is for sure. What the Future brings remains to be seen.
The next next upcoming Story will be a one Part Story. The Location will be a Northern Frisian Island: Amrum. It will play shortly before New Year´s Eve.
And this is Hero, the secret Star of the Show:
I, of all people, love a good 'dog' character!
Thank you dear Friend! We will see Hero at some Point again. In another Adventure. What was unusual: Hero took a liking to Natasha. They will meet again. The dominant Russian and the Alascan Shepherd. Who knows? Maybe Hero will save Natasha from Peril like he saved Roxette? We will see
It appears that Hero and I seem to be of similar minds then!
It seems that Way dear Friend! And nobody can hold that against you
Natasha is a Treasure, that is for sure. If I think about it? Natasha deserves a Solo Adventure. I will give it some Thought You do that good Sir. And if you do write a tale based around the gorgeous Natasha, I can assure you that I WILL read it. And I very much doubt that I will be the only one.Caesar73 wrote: 1 month ago If I think about it? Natasha deserves a Solo Adventure. I will give it some Thought.
Nothing is final yet, but I have some IdeasLunaDog wrote: 1 month agoYou do that good Sir. And if you do write a tale based around the gorgeous Natasha, I can assure you that I WILL read it. And I very much doubt that I will be the only one.Caesar73 wrote: 1 month ago If I think about it? Natasha deserves a Solo Adventure. I will give it some Thought.
Could very well involve some Oligarch Friends of Ekaterina´s late Father. Natasha is Ekaterina´s Bodyguard after all 
Hello Folks, sorry for the long Silence but in the real World, work is piling up
On the plus Side though? The first Part of Chris´ next Adventure is nearing its completion. The Story will lead us on a small Island at the North-Frisian Coast. Chris and her Friends hunt a devious Predator who covets Beauty. And it is not clear who is the Hunter and who is Prey?. Appearances do decieve. Stay tuned!
On the plus Side though? The first Part of Chris´ next Adventure is nearing its completion. The Story will lead us on a small Island at the North-Frisian Coast. Chris and her Friends hunt a devious Predator who covets Beauty. And it is not clear who is the Hunter and who is Prey?. Appearances do decieve. Stay tuned!
Don't worry, i INTEND to!
Thank you dear Friend!
Good News: The first Chapter is complete, just a little polishing here and there. Expect it on Sunday, or Monday at the very latest.
Dear @Caesar73, do I sense the prey turning into the hunter? I'm excited to find out.
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Mrnadal1234555
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Really enjoyed reading your story thanks for sharing
I am happy to hear you enjoyed this Tale. The new Story will be online here tomorrow. Its first part
You pose a very good Question here dear @Jenny_S Who is Hunter, who is Prey?Jenny_S wrote: 1 week ago Dear @Caesar73, do I sense the prey turning into the hunter? I'm excited to find out.