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In the Control Room, two young blonde Women had followed Chris´ Dance with rapt attention too. Both were of a lithe build. One wore her long blonde Hair in a stylish Bun, she looked the Part of a Prima Ballerina: a white leotard, a matching skirt, nude tights, and ballet flats. The other wore a figure-hugging black evening gown, nude hose, and black Manolo Blahnik Heels.

Both young Women radiated kindness and innocence.

“What do you say Katie as a professional Dancer?” Esme asked her Companion The blonde in the Ballet Dress pondered the Question “I have never seen anything like this” She finally said, “She moves like a professional Dancer, but it is more than that” The blonde chuckled “This was like “Shogun”! But real! I wonder if she has used those Swords for real anytime?”

Esme smiled full of Warmth at her Companion “Sometimes you are not of this World Katie – remember what Maureen and Thane told us Thane said, “The Woman is the Weapon!!”

Annotation to the Reader:

Katie and Esme are OC´s of ThePhantom52. He allowed me kindly to use them.


The first Floor: The same Time


Ragna followed Chris down the Floor. The Icelandress carried still the two lacquered wooden Boxes in her Arms. They still walked in step. The same solemn slow measured Steps. The Icelandress watched at the blonde´s back. She could read the blonde´s body language very well. Chris was relaxed and content.

Something had changed though. Ragna could not tell what exactly, but something was different.

The Pianist had been in good spirits the last days. And except for the pain attack two days ago, there had been no further incidents, Chris was definitely on the Mend. The last Months had been difficult.

Chris stopped before her Door, opened it, and stepped inside. Ragna followed. She watched as Chris sat down in front of her makeup mirror. No word had been said so far. The Silence was not uncomfortable though – more the comfortable sort. Old Friends sharing quality time. Ragna watched as the blonde began to remove the makeup methodically with sponges and a cleansing solution. Piece by piece.

With each swipe, the white Mask disappeared.

Without turning her back, speaking to the Mirror she said calmly, “Sensei Nakamura said I would know when I am healed and whole again” Ragna waited expectantly “I am healed Ragna, and I am whole again now!” The serene features grew soft “I know I have not been easy to have in the last Months …” she added softly.

“You don´t need to apologize for anything!” Ragna smiled warmly; her tone full of understanding “Come! Let us get you ready for the next Stage! We have another Event to attend!” Chris smiled and raised “That we have!”

Something had changed.

Ragna knew. Chris had hidden it well, but the Icelandress had sensed her Friends´ relief under the calm surface. The Pianist would not have told anyone about her doubts and struggles in the last Months. Not even Anna and her. This Battle she had had to fight alone – and on her Terms.

And she had prevailed.


Thirty Minutes later:


Anna laughed, loud and clear “You are so cute, James!” 007 interrupted her “Look!” He nodded at the large double-winged wooden Entrance Doors. Chris and Ragna stepped over the Threshold. The Russian looked up: Ragna wore the same Dress she had worn before. Chris had donned though an emerald, green Gown by NathanCouture, and matching Jimmy Cho Platform Sandals. Even her nail polish matched the tone of the Gown.

Around her Neck, she wore a Collier of Emeralds. Embroidered with Silver and Platinum, The Earrings were the same as she had worn two days before. Anna found that her best Friend glowed from the inside. Chris beamed.

The Russian grinned “She does know how to make an Entrance!” 007 smiled “She does!” He smiled “Like another Lady I happen to know!”

Like a true gentleman, Ardeth Bey pulled Chris´ seat back so she could sit comfortably. With amusement, Anna watched as the Pianist graced the Chieftain of the Medjai with a warm smile. Her sharp eyes noticed that Chris laid her right hand almost casually on the Desert Warrior´s left.

Then the blonde exchanged a look with Nathalie who rose and clanged her spoon against her Champaign Flute. The Crowd fell silent “After Chris graced us with such a marvellous Performance, we have now another Surprise for our Brides in Store!” The Detective smiled at Hayley and Kirsty – then at Maureen:

“I would like to introduce to you the fabulous Maureen de Angelo!” The Latina rose and bowed slightly “Thank you, Natalie!” The brunette Detective smiled “You want to continue, or shall I?” Maureen smiled back “You do that Natalie, thank you!” and sat down. Smiling at Thane as she took her seat again.

“Right then!” Natalie beamed “Maureen is a Philantrop in the best sense of the Word “She has become the Mentor of an extraordinary group of young Women, with many different talents. Among them – I have been told is a young Dancer of great Talent with the Potential of being a Prima Ballerina one day, am I correct Maureen?”

The black-haired Woman nodded proudly “You are Natalie!”

“So, I have the honour now to introduce to you Katie Stevens, currently a full-time Member of the Corps de Ballet of the American Ballet Theatre! Applause for Katie Stevens!”

Natalie sat down, the lights went off, and only one spotlight focused on the centre of the Room. A young Woman in the attire of a Prima Ballerina stepped gracefully into the Spotlight. Lithe, and blonde.

The Sounds of Tchaikovsky´s Swan Lake sounded from the Speakers.

Hayley looked in Amazement at the Dancer. In her youth she had Ballet Lessons but the Grace with which Katie Stevens moved? It was amazing, fluent movements and Hayley felt that the young Dancer was the Swan in this Moment. The innocent young Woman: Odette, the Princess cursed by an evil Sorceress.

Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake (Swan Theme) (youtube.com)

The incredible sensual Dance and Tchaikovsky’s Music touched Hayley deeply. She did not notice the Tears running down her Cheeks “My love you are ruining your Makeup” Kirsty whispered and pressed her Wife´s left hand.

Warmth filled Hayley´s heart and she returned the Gesture.

Anna smiled at Chris “Isn´t this wonderful?” The German smiled and whispered back “Amazing!” On her right muscular thigh, she felt a gruff hand resting. Chris turned to Ardeth Bey “You are really the hands-on type, aren´t you?” The Desert Warrior smiled mysteriously.
“Something tells me you need a firm Hand Christine!”

The Pianist smiled coyly “There is only one way to find out!” and laid her hand on his, resting on her right thigh, and squeezed, squeezed tightly. To his honour it must be said: The Chieftain of the Medjai did not even flinch and squeezed Chris's muscular Thigh more firmly.

Chris did not even flinch “The night will be interesting!” she grinned.



Later:


Chris and Natalie rose, and the Detective smiled subtly. The Pianist smiled back “Dear Guests, dear Brides!” The Pianist addressed the Audience “We had a wonderful evening so far!” She bowed lightly before Katie, who had changed into the “Uniform” of the F.E.E.T Team. Her right hand rested on Esme´s warm left Hand “If I ever saw a graceful Swan” The blonde added “It was you, Katie!” The young Dancer smiled. Smiled and blushed.

Chris turned to the Brides “Now it is time for the traditional First Dance Ladies!” She beamed at the Brides – and Kirsty could not help herself: The blonde was glowing from the inside, her cheeks slightly rosy, her emerald, green Eyes blazing.

“Anna, Sophie, if you may!” Chris smiled. The Violinist and the Lawyer rose and joined the Pianist as she walked to the Grand Piano. She had tuned it herself Anna knew – Chris was a Perfectionist.

Merit followed Anna on her Heels carrying the Violin Case.

Natalie took over “The Brides may rise!”

Hayley and Kirsty looked at each other “I could lose myself in those blue pools of light!” The Briton mused a warm feeling filling her body “Come” she said simply and grabbed her Wife´s hand firmly.

“They are such a beautiful Pair!” Seamus King smiled at Rachel “Truly!” the Heiress smiled back. She nodded at the three Musicians who were preparing “They were so wonderful in the Chapel today! But look they are ready!”

In the Centre of the vast Hall stood Kirsty and Hayley – in Position. In Preparation for this Moment, the Brides had done a Refresher Course at a local Dance Academy. Hayley had insisted on that "You cannot hold Time, and I do want this Moment perfect!” The American had declared categorically “And no green and blue Toes!”

Grudgingly Kirsty had complied “If you insist on it!” The blonde had smiled sweetly “I do!” After the first lesson, Hayley doubted the Wisdom of the Idea. But their Teacher – an Austrian living in New York - had endless Patience, and after several Lessons, Kirsty had gotten the Knack of it.

Now they could do a Viennese Waltz, slow Waltz, and all the other Classics. There had been an intensive “Dispute” about who would lead the First Dance. Hayley had been very convincing: One evening she had ambushed Kirsty with a tranquilizer Gun. When she came to her senses again her Bride had her stripped naked, tied her spreadeagled with Silk Scarves on their bed.

Of course, Hayley had gagged her soon-to-be Wife thoroughly in a Style Elizabeth Crawford would have condoned: A fully packed Mouth and Scarfs and Gauze on top. then the blonde had done some very persuasive things to the Briton – using a dusk mask, doused with Chloroform, a Hitachi Wand – and an electric Toothbrush … Several Orgasms later, Kirsty relented and agreed that Hayley would lead the First Dance.

Chris looked at Anna and Sophie. Anna´s bow hovered over the Strings of her Stradivarius. The Russian felt elated. She had enjoyed the Day very much. Making Music and other Things …. with James.

Her best friends’ fingers rested on the Keyboard – the Grand Piano was a Bechstein – an old one, from 1920. How it had found its way to Berstein Manor would be without a doubt a fascinating Story if the Instrument could talk. Its Mechanic was perfect, even to Chris´ high Standards. And that said something.

Chris played the first Notes of the Intro of the First Dance ….

Hayley´s Eyes grew wide, as she heard the clear and warm Tones “Moonriver!” she whispered – the Blonde had direct visual Contact with Chris who nodded subtly as Anna´s bow touched the Strings of her Violin.

It was said that Anna Romanova possessed the Power to let her Instrument sing. Under Anna´s Hands, the centuries-old Instrument sang like a human voice. Hayley looked deep into Kirsty´s Grey Eyes. With a gentle touch of her left hand, she beamed at her Wife “Now!” she mouthed, and in Time they began to dance, the slow Waltz – Hayley led Kirsty firmly but gently.

Anna and Chris finished the first Stanza. Sophie intoned:

“Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me”

Frank Sinatra - Moon river High Quality (youtube.com)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_mfIRnSqVg


In awe, Evie watched her Companion and listened. This dark shimmering Mezzo captured her always. And suddenly the Egyptologist felt the heat rising – Sophie singing was better than any Aphrodisiac. Amazed she looked at the two Brides, who seemed to have forgotten the World around them, were just in their own World.

And there were Chris and Anna: The Pianist in emerald, Green, Anna in scarlet Red. They moved so perfectly in Tone. The Blonde nodded ever so subtly at her fellow Musicians, and they repeated the Song.

Katie watched in Awe at the Musicians and the Brides “Chris is so gorgeous” she whispered to Esme “Shall I be angry?” her Companion teased her “Yes, she is gorgeous Katie – and I did never hear somebody play the Piano like this!”

“She plays as beautiful as you dance, my Love!” Esme pressed Katie´s Hand “You were truly Odette today!”

Chris smiled at Anna, who subtly nodded “Another round” she whispered to Sophie who smiled broadly and intoned the first Stanza a third time. For Kirsty was nothing else than Hayley´s beaming blue Eyes, as deep as the Atlantic. She heard the Music, but what guided her, was her Wife´s firm gentle Hand. And the Briton knew the Blonde felt the same. She led her and Kirsty allowed her to be led.

The Music was so incredibly sweet and intoxicating: Chris´ crystal clear bright tone, Anna´s singing Violin, and Sophie´s marvellous Mezzo, shimmering like black Velvet. They were one of the greatest Gifts. Their Friends, the Friends of old and those of new? They had given all to make this Wedding an unforgettable Event. And it was. “I love you!” she whispered to Hayley as they made another Pirouette. Kirsty had never believed she would master the Waltz – but she had. Another obstacle on their Way.

In the Aftermath she did not know how long they danced “This is a dream!” she mused as Hayley whirled her around again “And I am in it. I am Part of a Dream!”

Later – she did not know how much later – the Music stopped. Chris played a final Accord. For seconds, minutes, hours? Silence. Then Applause branded up. The Brides bowed …


Later:


The Mandelring Quartet played the last takes of a Viennese Waltz, a true Classic “An der schönen blauen Donau” Chris took a sip of Champaign – and sighed contently. She watched the Pairs on the Dance Floor: The Brides, Seamus King and Rachel Weinstein, Sophie, and Evie. The Pianist smiled Sarah McKenzie and Natasha Bolkonskaya had been invited by Hayley´s Cousins. It was pretty obvious who led …

Johann Strauss - An der schönen blauen Donau, Waltz (Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, Zubin Mehta) (youtube.com)

The Music ended. Applause branded up.

“Christine!” the Pianist looked up. Ardeth Bey stood “Yes?” Chris smiled “May I ask you for the next Dance?” The Chieftain of the Medjai bowed slightly, took Chris's right hand, and executed a perfect hand kiss “You may!” the blonde smiled graciously and followed the Medjai on the Dance Floor.

The String Quartet played the first Tones of another Viennese Waltz “Wiener Blut” Chris was surprised: the Egyptian moved as if he had never done anything different than Waltzing – and to Chris´ Surprise, she allowed herself to be led.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=312ZADRrsv4

Daniel Harding conducts the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra.



The Pianist enjoyed herself thoroughly. As the Medjai whirled her around Chris graced him with a long look from her emerald-green Eyes. This was really like a Dream. Out of the Corner of her Eyes, she noticed that James had led Anna to the Dance Floor too, Seamus King and Rachel Weinstein were having much fun.

The Commissioner was an excellent Dancer. Sophie whirled Evie around. The Lawyer was beaming. Another spectacular Sight? Ragna was dancing with Ekaterina. Chris noticed that Monsignore Don Cavalli was standing near the String Quartet, a Champaign-Flute in his right Hand. Their Eyes met. The Priest raised his Glass and saluted Chris.

Thane Reynolds and Maureen watched the many couples on the Dance Floor “Isn´t this beautiful?” the Latina beamed “She looks so radiant!” the Gunny mused, and a warm feeling filled his Veins “Thane!” Maureen interrupted him “You can dance right?” Reynolds shrugged “I had a few lessons” “Perfect” the dark-haired Woman graced him with a warm smile “I want you to ask out for the next Dance!”

Dare I say "a wholesome chapter to read"? Anyway: enjoyed it tremendously!

So much to catch up on

Must do better in future, try and keep up.

Brilliant writing, as always and as expected now. And yet to be disappointed. It's the attention to detail that I find so enjoyable here. So many threads twisting together, so many people all having a moment.

Liked the call backs to past events, as a reader unfamiliar with your past work they proved interesting insights.

Great chapters, thank you.

RopeBunny wrote: 11 months ago
Brilliant writing, as always and as expected now. And yet to be disappointed. It's the attention to detail that I find so enjoyable here. So many threads twisting together, so many people all having a moment.

Liked the call backs to past events, as a reader unfamiliar with your past work they proved interesting insights.

Great chapters, thank you.

Thank you my Friend - this Story has been a pleasure to write from A to Z. The large Cast was a Challenge but offered many possibilities as well for Conversations and Situations. The Flashes Back for the Reason you describe.

Now follows the Wedding Night. And it will be hot, believe me. I contemplated posting it in one Piece - but 23 Pages is rather long. I will split it up to make it easier on the reader.

Imagine a Movie with quick Cuts: We will switch from one Bedroom to the next.

Thank you for your support my Friend!

Ah, Swan Lake. What a total musical Masterpiece. A word that is often overused, but IS most applicable to describe the products of your writing.

Another fantastic chapter.

The festivities are befitting of the brides.

Looks like everyone is having a good time. Well, except for those in the basement.

I suspect that the fun will continue.....for everyone

mrjones2009 wrote: 11 months ago Another fantastic chapter.

The festivities are befitting of the brides.

Looks like everyone is having a good time. Well, except for those in the basement.

I suspect that the fun will continue.....for everyone

Couldn’t say it better myself, save for adding your attention to detail never fails to delight, your writing skills never fails but impress and your imagination never disappoints my friend

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Bandit666 wrote: 11 months ago Couldn’t say it better myself, save for adding your attention to detail never fails to delight, your writing skills never fails but impress and your imagination never disappoints my friend

Dear Friend, thank you very much for your praise and support!





Chris´ was in High Spirits. Ardeth Bey whirled her around once more. He was a fantastic Dancer. Seldom she had enjoyed dancing more. It had been a while since she had danced with a Man at a Ball – who did not step on her Toes or got grabby. It had been with Robert … The Pianist pushed the Memory firmly aside. The Past was the Past. The Present was the Present. At times it was as simple as that.

The Pianist smiled.

Ardeth Bey led her as it should be: He held her firmly, but not too tight. He did not step on her nyloned Toes. Chris had shod her Platform Sandals a while ago “You are a fine Dancer!” she beamed at the Chieftain of the Medjai “My pleasure!” The Medjai whirled her around again! Chris laughed. From deep down “Not so fast! You make me dizzy! Someday you must tell me where you learned to waltz like this!”

Anna smiled at James as he led her skillfully “You see Chris and Ardeth Bey?” The dark-haired Russian looked radiant “Yes” The Spy with the License to Kill replied “I do! He smiled “The Beduine is an outstanding Dancer!” Anna grinned “Better than me?” 007 raised his Eyebrows “Of course not!” Anna beamed at him “You are the perfect Gentleman!”

Anna pressed her Body firmly against James´ - he felt her hard firm nipples … the Russian definitely had Plans for the Night! Not that he would object …. In the Sack, the Russian was as in Life … fiery, courageous and demanding ….

Ragna had enormous fun. Among the many Pairs on the Dancefloor the Russian and the Icelandress stood out. No, not because that two Women danced together. There were other same-sex pairs as well, besides the Brides. Natalie was dancing with Charlotte, and Sophie led Evie.

The Icelandress stood out any time, Valkyrie she was. Ekaterina was not as tall as her Companion but tall, blonde, and attractive. Very much so. They had been a couple for almost three Years now. She led the Russian firmly – but if one knew how they came together at all? It was a Wonder they were still together… Ekaterina was the Daughter of a Russian Oligarch. He had Chris kidnapped to make Anna do his bidding. Chris had gone through Hell. To save her, Anna had devised a Plan: To kidnap Ekaterina and use her as leverage to free Chris.

That was the Plan. But Plans are Plans. Ragna had fallen in Love with Ekaterina – but followed the Plan nevertheless: Captured Ekaterina and used her as leverage. She had felt bad. She had struggled.

But Fate had been kind in the End: Chris had sensed her Friends Suffering – and found a Solution:

Anna Romanova and the Cross of Romanov: Chapter 21 by Imhotep-Ra on DeviantArt

The Icelandress smiled as she watched Hayley´s Cousin, Hugo, dancing with Natasha. It was obvious who called the Shots. And it was not Hugo. The Russian and the Canadian had been away for a while. They had returned smiling smugly. Ragna wondered what the Duo had been up to…

The Dark Lady danced with Hayley´s second Cousin. Their Eyes´ met and Sarah McKenzie winked at her. Ekaterina beamed at Ragna “I have plans you know!” “Do you?” Ragna smiled mischievously “I am all in!”



One Hour later:


Hayley´s feet burned. But she was as happy as she could be “I need a pause!” she wheezed and pulled Kirsty with her “We have to devise a new exercise regimen!” Kirsty grinned as she followed her Wife. Her Wife! She was still not used to it “Hayley is my Wife!” The thought took hold only slowly.

They sat down at their Table as the last Dance ended. The Music stopped. The Crowd had grown thinner, Hayley noticed: Her Grandma and her Grandpa had left already. That had gone well.

Anna and Chris had handled the Matriarch well so far. Yesterday and today. The Honourable Monsignore Don Pietro Cavalli had obviously attracted Allegra Cabbot. The Priest had even danced with her indomitable Grandma.

And to Hayley´s Surprise, the Jesuit was a skilled Dancer – and the Matriarch had – Hayley could not believe it – fun. The Matriarch of the Cabbot Family had giggled like a School-Girl as Don Cavalli asked for the first Dance. He had Style. Hayley was no Scholar of Antiquity – but the Monsignore reminded her of Roman Patrician – she remembered a bust she had once seen in Rome.

The Investigator looked to the other Table: Chris was in an animated Conversation with Ardeth Bey. Obviously, the Chief of the Medjai had said something amusing: Chris laughed loudly. The Pianist´s cheeks were rosy, her emerald Eyes glistening “Chris and Ardeth Bey! They would be a wonderful Pair!” The Blonde smiled at her Wife “I thought so too!” The Briton smiled “I think we did the right thing!”

Kirsty watched as Chris and Natalie exchanged a look and rose. The Pianist held her Wine Glass in her Hand. She clanked with a delicate Spoon against it. The silvery Tone rang through the Air. The animated Chatter died down quickly.

“Dear Friends, dear Brides!” Chris smiled “This has been a wonderful day, a wonderful wedding, and a wonderful celebration!” She paused. Applause, hoots, Catcalls. Now the Pianist smiled coyly “It is time now for our Brides to consummate the Wedding as it should be!” Natalie rose too “The Honour Guards will escort now the Brides to their Quarters for a Change of Clothes!” The Detective smiled mischievously “The Wedding Suite has already been prepared!”

Kirsty and Hayley smiled at each other.

“Guards!” Chris commanded “Advance!” The Pianist had definitely much fun. Hayley watched as Natalie, Kate, Charlotte, and Anna rose and walked at her “We will see later my Love!” The Blonde smiled at Kirsty – and squeezed her right Hand. Her Wife´s Guard had arrived too

“We will!” The Briton smiled mischievously.

Like a Procession her Guards took her in their midst: Natalie and Kate formed the Van Guard, Charlotte and Anna the Rear.

“Guards and Charges will advance in slow March!” Chris commanded, her voice ringing like a silvery Trumpet..

Kate smiled. She sensed how much the Pianist enjoyed this. The March Chris and Natalie had chosen was the “Slow March” of the Grenadier Guards of HRM:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXn099RQCTE

“Advance!” Chris commanded, clear and loud. Nobody could resist that Command. Kate Beckett smiled as they fell into step. This Part of the Ceremony they had not rehearsed. But the Rhythm of the Music was commanding. To follow it was easy. The Detective knew Castle would enjoy this Spectacle very much. He had not let her go off the Dancefloor. She was sure to have some Blisters on her feet tomorrow – but it had been worth every Moment.

She felt his Eyes resting on her as they stepped forward “His Eyes rest on my Butt!” she corrected herself – and smiled.

They walked In Step perfectly.

Kirsty enjoyed this Moment very much. Whenever she could she had watched “Trooping the Colour” – the Birthday Parade of her late Royal Majesty. The Precision, the Ceremonies she had always admired.

She had to smile: In 2023 she had surprised Hayley: Kirsty had purchased Tickets for Trooping the Colour. When they had boarded the Private Jet, the Briton had chloroformed the American and bagged her. The Blonde had been unconscious for most of the flight. And she had no Idea where they were heading. Kirsty would never forget the look on Hayley´s face as she realized they were in London.

She had been in for another Surprise as they attended Trooping the Colour:

For this Occasion, Kirsty had worn her full-Dress Uniform. It had been the first Time she had done so in Ages. But she had wanted to pay her King her Respects. It was the first time Hayley had seen her wearing Uniform. Kirsty had felt the Gazes of some other Guests resting on her. The Victoria Cross had raised Attention. And she had felt how proud Hayley had been.

She was no religious Person, but at this Moment she had said a Prayer for HRM, the late Queen.

Kirsty concentrated on the Present:

To fall into step came automatically with her. It was ingrained in her. Her Eyes met those of Thane. The Veteran and Fiancé of Maureen de Angelo nodded slightly. Kirsty returned the nod, as she stepped along. This had been a perfect Day – and she looked forward to the Consummation of the Wedding. She was sure, Chris and Natalie had made some arrangements. Restricting arrangements! Kirsty smiled.

In Procession Hayley and her Honour Guard walked up the curved Stairwell.

On her stockinged Feet, she padded along. Like many other Ladies, the American had kicked off her High Heels, white Ferragamo Heels. The carpet under her nyloned Soles felt soft. Perfectly in step Natalie and Kate walked before her.

Finally, they halted before Hayley´s Suite. Natalie unlocked the Door, and they stepped over the Threshold. Her Guards turned about Face. Something got the Investigator's attention. She knew the Items that lay there …. intimately.

“Your Face is priceless Hayley!” Natalie teased her best Friend “Listen!” she grinned “We will help you to undress, and then you will have a Shower. You will put on the four Items you find in the Bathroom!”


Hayley´s Suite, 20 Minutes later:


The Bathroom Door opened, and Hayley waddled over the Threshold “You do look good!” Anna teased her: Hayley wore a white Bra, a thick Diaper, and nude Hose “I forgot how much fun it is to put on a Diaper after I have put a Vibrator in my Pussy, and this Bra is strange!” The American touched the Cups – “It looks like a normal Bra! But it has all those strange knobs inside!”

“You will learn soon enough!” Kate grinned “The Suit has some other Modifications too! You and Kirsty will have much fun!” Hayley noticed a glitter in the Detective´s grey Eyes.

“Don´t tarry Girls!” Natalie interrupted them “We are on a tight Schedule! Let´s get our Bride ready!” Hayley quickly found out what Kate had meant! The gleaming white down-filled Suit was perfectly cut and fitted perfectly “No Surprise” here, Hayley thought “The Seamstress has made enough Suits for me to fill my Closet at Home!” The Suit had no Booties. On her Feet, the Blonde wore gleaming white Mules, with a low block Heel.

Another Extra: A thick Pad above her Crotch, the Blonde wondered about its Function …. Her Hands were mitted and shackled. Two Straps held her Arms to her Body. Thickly padded Shackles around her Ankles allowed for small Steps only. No Surprise: The white thickly padded Panelgag, a white, thickly padded Sleepmask rendered Hayley blind.

“Anna and Kate will lead you by your Arms. They will follow us with you! We will escort you to the Bridal Suite – where Kirsty is already waiting!”

The Russian´s and the American's grip was firm – but gentle, nevertheless. Hayley had to admit she had not seen much of Bernstein Mansion in the last three Days. She knew though, that they had seen a Fraction only of the 128 Rooms so far.

She was so excited! This whole day had been a Dream, and she could hardly wait. Hayley counted Steps. They stayed on the first floor. Thirty Steps, a turn to the left. Then forward again. Another thirty Steps.

After fifty Steps Hayley and her Maids stopped. The Investigator listened. Natalie knocked at a wooden Door in a certain Rhythm “You may enter!” Chris called in a clear and ringing Voice. Hayley was guided over the Threshold. She felt soft carpet under her Heels. They stopped and the Blonde felt that someone fumbled at her Sleepmask. It fell. Hayley had to blink before she saw clearly:

A strange and exciting sight greeted her: The Room was almost a Hall, so large was it. The King Size Bed was gargantuan. On it? A really gigantic Contraption: It looked like one of the latest Versions of the third restraining Bags but double the Size. It was gleaming, shimmering White “It is meant for the two of us!” Hayley realized.

Her Eyes met Kirsty who beamed at her above her Gag. A warm feeling floated through her Body “Let´s get the Brides ready!” Natalie announced “The Honour Guards will advance and do the Preparations! Advance!”

To Kirsty´s Surprise, their heavy Panel Gags were removed and replaced with large Ringgags. They were padded – and surprisingly comfortable. The Twinkle in Hayley´s Saphire Eyes was infectious. Another Surprise: their upper body Restraints were removed “Move!” Chris commanded, “Hug each other – and I mean hugging, you should have no Problem with that! Do it! Do it now!”

Chris's command was irresistible. Not that it was necessary – Kirsty smiled.

The two Brides shuffled forward, till their Breasts and Crotches touched. Kirsty felt – through the down – the Heat of Hayley´s Body. It seemed to burn. Waves of Fire seemed to emanate from it. The Briton hugged the American more tightly. She felt her Wife´s full and firm Breasts “MY Wife!” Kirsty realized once more “We have done it! We have really really done it!”

That her Hands behind Hayley´s back were firmly shackled together – she barely registered. She lost herself in those incredible blue Eyes. That their Honour Guards strapped them together with eight heavily padded leather Straps neither Hayley nor Kirsty fully realized.

Chris smiled as she watched the two Brides entirely engrossed in their own World “What a beautiful Pair they are!” “They are beautiful!” Anna interrupted her “They are!” her best friend replied without turning her Face away “We did well today!” Anna said softly and pressed Chris´ left Hand “I did not understand a Word you recited!” The Violinist paused for a spell “But it was beautiful!” She added gently “And your Dance was magnificent!”

Chris smiled warmly “As you said: We did well, all of us did!” Her Smile got broader “Look!” she pointed at the two Brides. The Honour Guards had manhandled the American and the Briton into the first Bag – after they had pulled off their Mules – they had stretched out their feet and cuffed the Bride´s Big Toes together.

To bag the Brides in the second, and finally in the third Bag took some effort, Hayley had to smile as she listened to the Grunts and suppressed Curses. The Blonde felt Kirsty´s beating Heart. It beat strong and regular. Like a large bell. Her nipples were rock-hard. The Pads at their Crotches were thick – the Sensation was peculiar.

“Listen!” Chris's melodious Voice rang in her Ears – and Hayley was sure to hear the mischievous smile. The Pianist was definitely smiling. A Wave of Fondness flooded her Body. Chris and her Friends had done so much for them.

Her mind wandered back to the Mass: She had heard Chris playing before they walked down the Aisles. That the Pianist had written a Composition for them only had been an immense Gift – and the Poem and the Letter … the Letter had been deeply personal. She pressed her Mouth fully on Kirsty´s.

Her Tongue explored the Briton´s Mouth. Their Tongues entwined. Chris interrupted them “You have noticed the Modifications of your Bra´s and Suits dear Brides!” “They have special functions!” Natalie seconded “If you rub your Breasts and your Crotches you will stimulate each other. The more you rub, the more pleasure you and your Wife will have!”

“Have a fine night!” Chris added, “We leave you now!” Hayley heard some people leaving. The light was out. The door closed. They were alone. Kirsty pressed her Breasts against hers, and her Crotch. And began to move rhythmically. Hayley joined her. The Sensations were … intense. And got more intense every second ….




At the same Time: The Cellars


While Kirsty and Hayley were on the Track to their first Orgasm Andrea was not a happy Camper. After another chloroform-induced Nap, she had awoken shortly. It was Dark in the Cell; she and Vernie were confined too. Frustrated she banged her head against the thick Pillow under her Head.

She had lost any track of Time. It had to be after Midnight, her inner Clock told her. Andrea was not in any Pain. Vernie and she had been allowed regular breaks, to freshen up, diaper change, and Meals. To be on the receiving End was not easy.

Now Andrea understood what Crawford´s Guests went through. The Helplessness, the Impotence. Their Handlers had left them no Opening whatsoever. The Russian and the Canadian had not to say much. They projected Power. And Menace.

“I cannot tell you; how much fun Kirsty and Hayley are having!” Sarah McKenzie had gloated “Your Boss will be so pleased!” Natasha Bolkonskaya added pleasantly “Can you hear the Wheels turning in their Heads, Sarah?” The Canadian chuckled “They are in overdrive!”

The Smile in her Voice was unmistakable “If you only knew what Chris had planned you would wet your Panties!” Andrea shuddered “Mistress!” Natasha chided the Masterthief playfully “They are wearing Diapers!” “How could I forget!” the Canadian grinned.

As they had left Andrea had stared at the Ceiling. She had no Idea what she should fear more: The Punishment Crawford would visit upon them, or the Retribution Chris von der Marwitz had obviously in mind.

The Red Head did not doubt that The Black Lady meant what she said. Andrea remembered the Katana´s gleaming Blade only too well. The cold green Eyes. Which had promised them Payback.

And if Andrea knew anything by now? That to get on von der Marwitz's bad side was not a clever Idea. And their Boss had crossed a red line. Several actually

The Doors to her Cell opened: Two Persons! Two Pairs of High Heels! They came nearer. The Clicks stopped. Two Pairs of Coal Black Eyes stared down at her “She is awake!” Natasha Bolkonskaya smiled broadly “We do not need to carry her!” – the Smile gave Andrea the Creeps “Do not worry!” the Canadian smiled down on her “We three will have much fun! Think of it as a change of Routine – you must be so bored!”

Andrea felt the pressure receding as Bolkonskaya pulled the Zipper of the third restraining bag down ….

“I doubt I will have Fun!” By now she knew the creepy Canadian and the equally creepy Russian had a special Definition of … “Fun” …...

Bolkonskaya kneaded her Breasts, while McKenzie pinched her nose …. “Let´s have some fun!” Andrea heard the Russian saying. By the sounds of it? Natasha was stepping out of one of her High Heels … “What is she up to?”

The Russian had stopped kneading her Breasts … Andrea had not long to wait … A high-heeled Shoe was pressed firmly on her Face, and she had to inhale a healthy Dose of the Russian's sweaty Scent. But that was not all. After what seemed like an Eternity the Shoe was removed.

The Respite though was a short one … a sweaty nyloned Foot was pressed on her Face. Firmly. Andrea struggled – in Vain …





After Midnight, somewhere in the Mediterranean:

Elizabeth Crawford stood on the Patio of her Quarters and took a Sip of her cool dry white Wine. A smile curled her full Lips. She enjoyed the Warmth of the Day radiating from the Tiles under her bare feet. Tomorrow Natalie and Charlotte would be back on the Island. And she was sure that Hayley and Kirsty would join them soon.

The curvaceous Blonde was noble to a fault. Her best Friend and her Wife being sold to the Near East? Hayley King would never allow that. This Time there would be no Escape for her! To threaten Natalie, Charlotte or her Kirsty would ensure her best Behaviour.

Elizabeth Crawford´s Smile grew ominous. Kirsty would spend the Rest of her Days in Restraining Bags, she would allow Jelena and other Members of her Team, who were no Fans of Kirsty Garrett anyway to have Fun with her. That would keep Hayley in Line.

Crawford was sure the Blonde would play Ball. She would enjoy any Moment of Kirsty suffering immensely – and with Time Hayley would learn to love her. They would have all the Time in the World. And Crawford could be patient. She would be firm this Time. Hayley would have to work hard for any Lenience. Elizabeth would not be outrightly cruel. But firm. In the Past she had been too soft when it came to the alluring Blonde. Not this Time!

Hayley King would be the first Person to test the latest Version of the Enhanced Restraining System. It was custom-made. One Modification? A heavy discipline Helmet had replaced the Panel Gag with a massive built-in Pumpgag. The Helmet´s Wearer was deaf, blind, and dumb. The Suit was more downfilled, the Straps broader and thicker

She smiled: The away Team had sent Photographs of the bagged Natalie Twain-Saltzman and her Wife. How much she had enjoyed the wide angry Eyes above the Panel Gag. Andrea had even sent a Video. Natalie´s animated Gag Talk had warmed Crawford´s Heart.

The Briton took another Sip of her white Wine and stepped back into her Quarters. Tomorrow would be a great Day!

She tapped into her Bedroom: There, tightly spreadeagled and massively gagged waited her latest acquisition for her. A Business Partner had paid her an enormous fee to take a Hollywood Celebrity in custody for a few Weeks, who had declined his Advances.

There on the Bed struggled the one and only Jay Lo, Jennifer Lopez. She would spend a few Weeks on the Island. After she had a Session with Dr. Schmitt she would return home. She would remember nothing. She would think she had spent a Holiday in a Spa. An exclusive one.

The Latina was struggling. Her Capture had been easy. She was not a model Prisoner yet. Jay Lo had given her Guards some trouble. The Movie Star was feisty and fiery – something Crawford valued in a Damsel.

As usual with her “Guests” Jennifer Lopez was naked except for the thick diaper – with flower patterns. Those Diapers were useful to instill the Feeling of Humiliation. The Gag was the Elizabeth-Crawford-special Version: Mouth stuffed to the Max with Cloth and covered by three more Layers:

A Shawl, a gauze Pad, and another Shawl that had been filled with Gauze too. Lopez´ Eyes blazed. The massive gag muffled her angry noises very well. Against each Sole a vibrating Eggs had been taped. Her big Toes had been tied back to her ankle bonds with a string.

Crawford smiled as she watched at the Latina´s Wiggling feet. She loved the Megastars animated Gag-Talk!

The Actress fumed. Thursday, she had spent in a Spa on the Amalfi Coast. Very discrete, exclusive, and posh. An old Friend had invited her. After Dinner, she returned to her Suite “I kicked off my Sandals” she remembered “I was grabbed from behind, a sickly-sweet smelling Cloth was pressed on my Face …”

When she came around again, she had been confined in those strange Bags, she had been gagged, and to her ultimate Embarrassment diapered. The Actress had fought her Captors at every turn – which had earned her several more Doses of Chloroform – and a Vibrator lodged in her Pussy – and Nipple Clamps.

Her Captors had also subjected her to a thorough Spanking. Her famous Butt had glowed in Red! On top? A vibrating Egg had been tied to each sole – while she had been spanked. The Actress had hollered and screamed into the Gag – a heavily padded Panelgag. With a large foam ball in its Centre – a very large foam ball.

After her last Nap, she had awoken on this Bed. Angrily she stared up at the Woman smiling down at her “She is the Boss! You better behave!” her Handlers had told her – before they chloroformed her ….

“Jennifer, you have been a naughty Girl I heard!” Liz smiled down at the Megastar “I think you need a lesson!” With an ominous Smile, the Master Criminal grabbed the large Hitachi Wand and jumped on the Bed – between Jay Lo´s legs “They say I am really good at this!”

Now smiling wickedly, she switched the Magic Wand – and pressed it against the Latina´s diapered Crotch ….JLo´s Eyes widened. She struggled as the powerful Vibrations did their Magic – and those damned Eggs taped to her Soles.

She laughed, she screamed … she had no Idea how long the Torment lasted … At some Point, her Handler had removed the devilish Eggs and taken a riding Crop …. The first Hit had landed on her left Heel, then the right. Systematically her Handler had beaten her soft Soles. From the Heels to the Tips of her Toes.

Now, a considerable Time later Elizabeth Crawford smiled down at the heavily breathing Latina. Her Eyes were still cloudy after the latest of several powerful Orgasms “I am really good at this, don´t you think?” Crawford chuckled “I think it is Time to take a Nap Jennifer!”

This Time Jennifer Lopez enjoyed the sweet Oblivion … Skillfully Elizabeth played with her Guest. Pressed the saturated Cloth on the Actress´ Nose for a few seconds, removed it, and pressed it down again. Each Time a little longer. Finally, JLo´s Eyes rolled back in her Head.

“Don´t tell me this wasn´t fun!” Crawford told the unconscious Megastar.

Jennifer Lopez would have disagreed if she had been lucid ….

Elizabeth took her Phone. The Call was taken after the first Ring “Come upstairs, bag our Guest, and let her sleep it off!”


Later in the Night:


Slowly, very slowly Jennifer Lopez came around again. She needed some time to realize her Predicament: She was in those Bags again, and she was gagged again. What had happened at Crawford´s Quarters the Latina remembered only dimly … her Body told her enough though: Her Soles still burned and her Pussy throbbed …. By now she knew that struggling against the massive restraining Bags was useless.

Compared to her previous Gag, the heavily padded Panelgag was almost comfortable.

She drifted back to sleep.

In later Years at Times Flashes would break through the Surface of her Consciousness. Pictures, Fragments of Memories. Her Therapist told her that these Flashes were relics of a suppressed Trauma … she would never learn what had caused that Trauma ….


Bernstein Manor, earlier: The Great Hall:



007 aka James Bond had commandeered a round Table, from which he had the perfect view. The Agent took a sip of his Vodka-Martini, shaken not stirred of course. There were still a few Pairs on the Dancefloor: Rachel Weinstein danced with Seamus King. The Heiress´ Head rested on the Commissioner´s Shoulder.

Weinstein cut quite the dashing figure in her burgundy-red gown. Ragna was waltzing with one of Hayley´s Cousins: The younger Man could not take his Gaze from the Icelandress´ Bossom. The Valkyrie was leading firmly – and Bond had the Feeling Hugo could be in for a rough ride in the Night – with Ragna and Ekaterina.

Evie Callahan hugged Sophie Reichenbach tightly “You sang so beautifully!” The Egyptologist whispered, “I thought of you!” The Lawyer whispered back.

“The Egyptologist and the Lawyer!” a deep booming Voice interrupted him “I hope you don´t mind my Company, Mr. Bond!” Ardeth Bey bowed slightly “Of course not!” The Agent with the License to kill smiled “Single Malt?” he nodded at the Crystal Tumbler the Lord of the Medjai was putting down on the Table “Single Malt – Ardbeg. I like the Taste!”

“Cheers!” Bond raised his Glass “Cheers” the Medjai returned. Both Men took a Sip. They were interrupted by Giggles, animated Chatter, and the Clatter of High Heeled Shoes: Chris and Natalie followed by the other Ladies of the Honour Guard. Bond watched fascinated as Chris and Ardeth Bey´s Eyes met.

“She is truly a Princess!” The Agent pointed his Glass at Chris “She is!” the dark-haired Man smiled mysteriously without taking his Eyes off the Blonde who strode at them, Anna hot on her Heels. Bond noticed the glitter in Anna´s dark Eyes. The Pianist though seemed to have fixed her green Eyes firmly on the Medjai. She glided on her Platform Heels and moved with the Grace and Elegance of a Lioness.

Finally, the Russian and the German had closed the Distance. Chris was beaming her cheeks slightly rosy. There was definitely something in the Air. Perfume, Power, Sweat, and something different “Ardeth Bey!” the Pianist indicated a small courteous bow “Princess!” the Medjai returned the Gesture “The Air crackles with Electricity between the two!” Anna smiled. She stood close enough to her best Friend, to feel the Heat of Chris´ Body. Her melodious Alto Voice vibrated – with excitement.

The Violinist felt James´ icy blue Eyes resting on the Cross´ of Romanov. Warmth filled her “You look splendid Grand Duchesse!” Bond´s Smile was mysterious, enigmatic “Thank you, Mr. Bond!” Anna´s alto Voice was slightly husky “You are too kind! Why don´t you join me for a Night Cap at a more private Place?” “If you insist Your Grace, who I am to refuse your Invitation!” The blonde Agent smiled mischievously. He bade Anna his Arm – and led her Upstairs.

“Can I tempt you to a Night Cap too?” Chris graced the Chieftain of the Medjai with a View at her Décolleté – her Eyes beaming “I would feel honoured!” Ardeth Bey indicated a small bow and executed a perfect Handkiss. His Lips brushed her dry Skin only slightly – but the delicate Touch felt like sacred Fire “I am a Shield Maiden Lord of the Medjai – my Hand is used to the Sword, and my touch is not gentle!” Ardeth Bey chuckled “Your Art says otherwise …”

The mysterious Desert Warrior took her firmly by the Hand “You are like a Lioness” The bottomless dark Eyes sent Shivers of Exaltation through her Spine “Are you Man enough to tame me then, Lord of the Medjai?” Chris whispered huskily.

“Come!” he said simply.

Kate Beckett and Castle watched as the Desert Warrior and the Pianist left the Great Hall “You think they will do what I think they will be doing?” The Writer smiled his lopsided Smile the Detective loved so much “Richard Castle I have no Idea what goes on in this wicked Mind of your Writer´s Brain” The Brunette scolded him – only half in Jest.

But Castle knew his Wife well enough: He spotted the glitter in her keen grey eyes and the mere Ghost of a Smile “I don´t know what Chris and the Medjai will do – maybe Chris will play the Piano for him!” “As you say play my dear Wife ….” Castle grinned wickedly “We could play too – if you are in the Mood ….”

The glitter of his Wife´s grey Eyes said enough.

To give you a short preview: In the next Chapter we will see Anna and James - and Chris and Ardeth Bey in a more intimate setting That will not be all of course ....

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The Lord of the Medjai led and Christine Auguste Victoria Wilhelmine von der Marwitz, the renowned Artist, the Woman who knew no fear in Battle, followed “It is like a dream!” she mused. Ardeth Bey´s grip was firm, but not brutal. His Skin was dry. It was rough, tanned by the relentless Sun of the Egyptian Desert.

The Desert Warrior projected a calm Power, something Chris felt she could relate to. Someone she felt, she could relate to. He would have to fight though for the Prize. A smile curled her Lips. Obviously, Ardeth Bey knew the Way to her Suite “No Wonder” Chris grinned “He has been briefed!”

In her left Hand, she held her Platform-Sandals, as she followed Ardeth Bey. They walked along in Silence. It was a Silence buzzing with Anticipation. Before the Door to Chris´ Suite, they stopped. Chris and Ardeth Bey stepped over the Threshold. The Medjai took in the Atmosphere but said nothing. He inhaled the Scent: Chris´ Perfume, he noticed the two lacquered Boxes which held Chris´ Katanas. The whole Room breathed the Blondes’ powerful Presence.

Chris decided to make the first Move “Would you kindly unzip me, Lord of the Medjai?” She batted her Eyelashes “Please?” “A Warrior Princess who begs?” the Desert Warrior smiled “No, I ask a Service from one Warrior to the other!” The Pianist corrected him mildly and turned her back to him.

She shuddered as his strong fingers touched her bare tanned muscular Shoulders. Ardeth Bey pulled the Zipper down, Chris´ Gown glided on the Floor into a heap of green Silk around Chris´ Ankles. Gracefully she stepped out of it and turned:

Except for a set of emerald-green Bra and Panties, she wore thigh-high nude Stockings only. The Pianist looked Ardeth Bey straight in the Eye. Her Eyes glistening and challenging the Medjai.

The Lord of the Medjai gave her the once-over like any Man would muster a beautiful Woman at any Place and at any Time: From Helen of Troy to Heidi Klum. Respectfully – taking in the Beauty. A small smile curled the Blonde´s full lips. The Medjai noticed the Glitter in her incredibly green Eyes – and so Chris´ sudden attack caught him not on the wrong Foot:

Swiftly he stepped aside and the powerful Kick of Chris´ left leg missed him by Inches only. She had aimed at his Breastbone. Undeterred the Pianist followed through with a quick Combination of Strokes. And she did not pull any Punches. But the Medjai was a worthy Opponent.

He stayed on the Defence for now though.

They had both seen themselves fighting in Battle. They knew they were on equal terms. They traded blows for some Time. Suddenly the Medjai changed Tactics. His Attack was technically different from the Style Chris had assimilated since her Youth, but it was efficient. His right foot connected solidly with the Blonde´s Breastbone. It sent her flying. She landed hard on her Bed. It knocked the breath out of her. Not that she was finished – not at all.

Ardeth Bey wasted no Time. With two quick Steps, he closed the Distance and straddled Chris. The Blonde countered. As the Medjai tried to pin her Arms down the Pianist bucked like a Kentucky Stallion and threw him off. The Desert Warrior was fast though. He straddled her again, and grabbed her flailing Wrists with his left, pressed them together hard.

Chris held not still for a moment. But Ardeth Bey held fast too. He pressed her wrists together with his left, and his firm right grabbed a silken Scarf from Chris´ Nightstand “I will not submit!” The Blonde´s Eyes were blazing.

The Lord of the Medjai said nothing. Instead, he held firm with his left and tied Chris's wrists with his right: Finally, Chris's Hands were firmly secured to the Headboard above her Head.

The Blonde breathed heavily “You are the first Man in a while who bested me!” Her Smile was wicked – during the fight her Bra had gone lost – and Chris shook her full firm Breasts invitingly. Ardeth Bey could not help but stare – the Pianist had counted on that Moment of Distraction: Men!

This was all she needed:

She dislodged him of her Thighs and her long muscular legs clamped around his upper Body in a tight Scissor Hold. Chris pressed firmly and smiled. The Lord of the Medjai smiled back “You are really a Lioness!”

Huskily Chris whispered, her Eyes glittering “Then tame me!” Chris's nyloned Heels pressed more firmly into his Back under his Shoulder Blades. Her Strength was impressive. He felt the strong muscles. The Pianist pressed more firmly, squeezed like a Boa Constrictor.

And she smiled.

With a powerful Motion, Ardeth Bey broke Chris´ Scissor Hold. He stood and looked down at the Pianist. Naked except for her Panties and her Stockings. Her tanned Skin glistened with Sweat. Her Wrists were firmly tied to the Headboard. It was an incredibly erotic Sight.

Chris smiled up at him. She had not had that much fun with a Man in Years, even not with Robert. Their Sex had been great – but there had been Limits. He would have never dared to handle her like Ardeth Bey did.

“Is this all you got!” She provoked the Desert Warrior. He had taken off his Tuxedo Jacket. Under his starched white Dress Shirt – she could make out his trained and battle-hardened Upper Body “Who did say I am finished with you Princess!” He smiled that enigmatic Smile. He walked around the Bed to Chris's Nightstand and took two more Silk Scarves.

Resolutely he grabbed Chris´ left Ankle, to secure it to the left Bedpost. Chris right nyloned Heel hit him hard in the Back. He ignored it and tied instead her left Ankle to the Bedpost. The Blonde kicked him again “I am not helpless!” she whispered, “Not yet!” Ardeth Bey grabbed her flailing right Ankle firmly and secured it as well.

The Pianist strained with all her considerable Strength against her silken Bonds. She flexed her Feet and opened and closed her Fists – and shook her breasts. The Medjai unbuttoned his Shirt and threw it aside. Chris groaned. She took in the perfectly sculpted upper Body. The Scars from many Battles. She strained more. The Bed creaked – but her silken Bonds did not budge.

“You Fiend!” she taunted him “I could still scream!” and looked to the Nightstand. Besides the Shawls the Medjai spotted several used Panties “I wore them all in the last Days!” Chris's green Eyes glittered with Mischief – and longing. She strained with all her might “I will scream!”

Ardeth Bey said nothing. With two, or three quick steps, he grabbed several Panties at the Nightstand. Just as Chris opened her Mouth to scream loudly – the Medjai stuffed the first Pair – a blue one – in her left Cheek. A silvery one on the right and a black one in the Centre.

The Pianists Mouth was pretty stuffed by now – but with some Effort her Captor pressed a white one in too. He took a deep red silken Scarf and tied it around her Mouth. One time, two times. A third.

He stood back and looked down at Chris -- sensually she moaned into her packed Mouth. Moved her Breasts invitingly and flexed her nyloned Feet “Are you tamed now, Princess?” His Face was unreadable. Chris shook her Head and Ardeth Bey was sure, she smiled under her Gag “What a Woman!” He thought “That can be amended!” He smiled down at his Prize and loosened his belt.

Fire flooded Chris Veins as she watched as the Medjai loosened his Belt and stepped out of his Pants and Shoes. He kept his black Shorts on though, but the Blonde noticed the Bulge in his Pants “He is massive!”

The Beduine mounted the Bed, knelt between Chris´ splayed legs. He took in the Sight, as his Gaze glided above those long muscular, perfectly sculpted legs. The emerald, green Panties. With a smile, Ardeth Bey noticed the damp Patch on the Crotch Panel.

The Medjai bowed down and cupped Chris´ full firm Breasts. The Blonde shuddered under the touch of his dry and firm Hands. He squeezed firmly, kneading her Breasts. His Touch was firm. Rough. Not brutal. The Medjai pinched her nipples. They were rock-hard “More!” Chris screamed into her packed Mouth.

She flexed her feet and pointed her Toes. With a decisive Move, the Lord of the Medjai ripped Chris´ Panties off – he balled them together, bowed down, and pressed the very damp Wad on her flaring Nostrils. The Pianist inhaled her Scent – she grated her Hips and moaned. He took off his Shorts. She watched at Ardeth Bey´s Crotch: His Member was large -and rock-hard.

The Medjai pulled his shorts down, Christ watched, and she breathed in …

He bowed down. She felt as he entered her in a gentle way “My God! That feels so good!” Ardeth Bey pumped with slow Motions. Firm Thrusts. Hard. He accelerated slowly. Tantalizing slowly. Chris screamed into her Gag. She grated her Hips. Matched his Rhythm. They moved in Tone. The Blonde let go. Her body took over. Their Speed increased “More!” She was not far away now … as she came? It was like flying!

Ardeth Bey was fascinated: They orgasmed at the same Time – in a thundering crescendo “She has her Mouth packed with four Pairs of Panties! And she is so vocal!” Chris´ green Eyes rolled back into her Head. She blackened out.


Her Body relaxed.

He removed himself and looked down at the Blonde who was still out to the Count “She looks so peaceful!” She had given herself to him fully – and he had the feeling that Chris von der Marwitz did that only to People she considered Friends, as in real Friends. She opened her Eyes. Those stunning emerald-green Eyes … they said so much.

Above all? “Give me more!”

The Glitter in her Eyes? The Lioness was not tamed – yet ….


Ragna´s and Ekaterina´s Suite:



The honourable Lady Merit eased herself on the Sybian Stool. Jolly Roger was large. She felt its many knobs. The Egyptian had frogtied herself. Except for a pair of nude thigh-high Stockings, the Egyptian was naked. Her body glistened with Sweat. Merit was proud of her Body, her Assets. She cupped her Breasts with her Hands, squeezed and moaned. And squeezed more.

Since she was Part of Chris´ and Anna´s household bodily exercise was part of her daily routine. Jogging, the Gym – and Martial Arts. There were other Lessons too: “Escapology” Ragna called them – and she had made progress the Icelandress had told her. She even had beaten the blonde Valkyrie in personal Combat.

Merit suspected though the Blonde had let her win – for Motivation. Sparring with Chris was taxing. Always. The End of that “Lessons” was ever the same: The Egyptian ended on the Floor of the Gym with Chris´ or her Socks – sometimes both – in her mouth. And tied up. Chris could be scary – but Merit had learned how caring the Pianist could be. She would do everything for her Friends.

The young Egyptian also knew that the last Months had not been easy for the Blonde – even if she did her best to hide it. And the Pianist was good at that. Hiding her Feelings. But Merit had caught her once or twice of Guard. One Moment she remembered keenly: It had been in March – before the Heidelberg Affair.

Chris had returned from her daily Run. She had just slipped off her Running Shoes and Socks as it happened. A flash of Pain had crossed her face. She had crumbled to the Floor, curled together like a Foetus, her body shocked by Spasms and wept.

Merit did not know if Chris had noticed her. The Egyptian had retreated silently. Pharaoh´s Physician, now the Physician of Ramose – his former Grand Vizier – had explained the Blonde´s Condition to them. She needed Time. The best Course was to give her Space.

Since then, Chris had recovered. And their sparrings had been as intense as ever. Merit had never asked the Blonde about that Incident in March.

She knew, Chris would have declined to answer.

And the Egyptian understood that.


The Present:



Merit looked at the large King-Sized-Bed: On it were two Blondes. Spreadeagled, naked. Deaf, blind, and dumb. One Ankle of each Woman was tied to a bed Post. The other was tied to the Ankle of the other Blonde. The Big Toes too. They were tied with silken Scarfs. Blindfolded with Scarfs too. Crotchroped with silken Scarfs.

They were very damp in the Centre. The Scent of Arousal hang heavy in the Ear. The buzzing Sound … each Woman sported a smaller Version of Jolly Roger. Ragnas and Ekaterina's bodies glistened with Oil. With Oil and Sweat. Merit remembered that the Russian and the Icelandress had approached her after the Brides had been brought to Bed – and Anna and Chris had left.

“Why don´t you join us?” Ekaterina had smiled coyly “Three is a lucky Number!” And so, they had ended up here. Merit had done her best: She had gagged each Woman with the Stockings and Panties of the other. The Egyptian had massaged and oiled the Bodies of the two Blondes, beginning at the Feet – and she had put her talented Tongue to good Use.

Merit looked at the Bed: The two Blondes were an incredibly erotic sight: The bed creaked under the Strain. Ragna opened and closed her Fists. Her Body became rigid. She pointed her Toes – and relaxed. Breathing heavily. Her Scream had been barely audible though. No surprise: Merit had gagged Ragna not only with Ekaterina´s Stockings and Panties – but with one of Anna as well. And as her Lady-in-Waiting knew, Anna had been pretty aroused in the last Days.

Merit pressed on the Button of the Remote Control. It would activate Jolly Roger in two Minutes. Time enough to cuff her Hands behind her back. She had already tied her Elbows and applied a Breast Harness – but saved the Wrists for last. Merit tested the Effectiveness of her Gag and screamed.

Any observer would have heard a very low hum only: Merit had stuffed three of her own Panties in her Mouth. Under her Gag she smiled: She had doused them with a Potion from Egypt. She had brought it back with her. Merit moaned into her Gag. She had the feeling between her loins burned a raging Fire. Several Layers covered her Mouth: A Scarf, one of her Socks, Anna´s Stocking, Chris´ Sock, and another Scarf.

In this Moment Jolly Roger sprang into Action.

Full Throttle …


The Bridal Suite:



Hayley was flying – again. She had lost Count how often she had boarded the Orgasm Train. She rubbed her Breasts against Kirsty´s, who responded in kind. The Bra´s they wore, worked their Magic. As did the Pads. She looked in Kirsty´s Eyes – and saw love there. Only love. They found their Rhythm again – like a well-tuned Instrument.

Like Anna´s Dunn-Raven and the Piano Chris played.


Chris´ Suite:


Ardeth Bey had untied Chris. The Lioness was not tamed. Far from it. As soon as he had untied her, she had thrown him on his back. The Pianist had straddled him, using her muscular legs. His Member had been rock-hard – again. Chris had taken him into her and ridden him. It was a wild ride. She had pressed his Arms down.

Then Tables had turned: Ardeth Bey had thrown the Pianist off. Now Chris lay down on the Bed, Eyes blazing “Take me!” she had whispered. But the Lioness had not been easy prey. The Blonde had dragged her Fingernails across his back from the Shoulderblades down to the Loins.

The Lord of the Medjai grabbed for the silken Scarfs again …. Under him, Chris's muscular Body bucked. Ardeth Bey was fascinated “How strong she is!” With considerable Power, he turned Chris on her Stomach. He had to fight her Inch by Inch. She was about to scream. He pressed his Hand on her Mouth ….

20 Minutes later Ardeth Bey looked down at Chris “Are you tamed now Princess?” Chris shook her head and mumbled something into her packed Mouth which sounded very much like “No” The Medjai had hogtied her tightly- and stuffed her Mouth to the Brim: With three Pairs of Hose. A silken shawl covered her lower Face.

He turned Chris on her Side: He had crotch roped her too. The Medjai cupped her breasts “You have wonderful Breasts Chris” Chris groaned as he played with her Nipples. Twisted the right one. And ripped at her Crotch Scarf.

Chris let go totally … it was a Dream. She was lucid and she was not. Somewhere in between. The Blonde felt the rough Hands of the Beduine on her Soles. Ardeth Bey had tied her Toes together. He would not …. He did … He slapped her firmly on her firm Butt with his left. Once. Twice. Thrice. His right tickled Chris´ Soles mercilessly. The Blonde fought him – even now …


Anna´s Suite – earlier:



“What do you think?” Anna chuckled “Will our Desert Warrior tame the Lioness?” “I guess, we will learn soon enough!” 007 smiled “Besides there is another Lioness to tame!” The Russian smiled coyly “We will see about that Mister Secret Agent!” She graced him with a look at her Décolleté – on her Breastbone rested the massive Cross of Romanov. It seemed to radiate Heat in Waves. Above her left Breast stood out, still bright red, a thin red Line. The Scar, which the Shrapnel had left, which had barely killed her.

Anna dragged him almost over the Threshold of her Suite “Now I have to make myself presentable!” she whispered huskily “What, even more presentable!” Bond teased her, talking to her back, as she vanished in the Bathroom.

007 helped himself to a Tumbler with Single Malt threw himself in the Armchair, took a sip of the Amber Liquid, and waited. He sat, so he had a plain view of the Bathroom Door. The Briton heard the Russian rummaging inside – and singing – a melancholic Song in Russian, her dark alto Voice betrayed so much. Above all a deep longing.

The door opened. In the Doorway stood Anna Alexandra Romanova. The Light of the Bathroom formed a Halo of warm Light around her. She had undone the Crown Merit had webbed her long dark Hair in a Ponytail. Around the Neck, she wore still the Cross of Romanov, a purple-red Negligee, which reached Midthigh, and a Pair of nude thigh-high Stockings.

James Bond took the Sight in. Even here sitting in the Chair, he sensed the Energy she was radiating. The blonde Man put his Tumbler down and stood. Anna walked at him. They met in the Middle. So close, the Russian´s Nipples – she wore no Bra under the Negligée – touched his starched Shirt´s Breast.

Bond smelled the heavy oriental Perfume Anna had applied, Sweat – and something which was neither Perfume nor Sweat. He could lose himself in those dark Eyes – he noticed the mischievous glitter.

The Violinist had applied fresh Makeup. But she had not covered the Scar above her left brow. Gently he touched it, let his finger glide above it. He felt a light quiver. Anna rubbed her Breasts against his muscular Body. Her Breath got quicker. James' fingers went deeper. There was that thin red line above her left Breast.

It was six Months old. Tantalizingly slowly his Index Finger followed the Scar. It felt smooth. “I almost lost you back then!” He said softly. Bond remembered Chris´ Call. She had sounded cool and controlled – but in his fine ears, he had sensed how much it cost the Pianist to keep herself together. Anna´s supposed Loss had been red raw then to them all.

Anna said nothing. Instead slung her Arms around him, pressed herself against him and kissed him aggressively on his Mouth, pressed her hot wet tongue against his dry lips. Bond responded. The Violinist used her Body to push 007 back. They stumbled backward and landed on the Back, Anna straddling the Secret Agent. The Russian did not lose a beat. Forcefully she ripped Bond´s Shirt open. Her Eyes blazing. She noticed the twinkle in the Britons steel blue eyes.

“I sense a lot of penned-up Energy” Bond chuckled “That Shirt was expensive!” “You can afford it!” the Russian´s Voice was dark and husky. Anna bowed down, her hard nipples touching his muscular Body, and kissed him full on the Mouth. The Air seemed to burn.

With a decisive Movement Bond broke Anna´s Gripp, grabbed her by the Hips – and moved quickly. Now it was the Violinist who lay on her Back, staring into Bond´s Eyes. Breathing heavily but smiling broadly.

She strained and bucked under the Agent. But Bond held her with an iron Grip. He pulled Anna´s Negligée roughly over her Head. Between Anna´s heaving Breasts glittered the Gold and Rubies of the Cross of Romanov “You are wearing Panties!” Bond grinned “I thought you would go Commando!” Anna intensified her Struggles, but almost playfully now.

“I can still break free!” she whispered hoarsely “Not for long!” Bond smiled that lopsided Smile – and grabbed several Silk Scarves ….


Later:


Anna tugged playfully at the Scarfs “Comfy Your Grace?” “Very!” the tall Russian purred. The blonde Agent had tied her Wrists to the Headboard – and frog-tied her Legs “Haven´t you forgotten something?” the Violinist teased him “No” I have not “Wiseass!”

He gripped between Anna´s strong Thighs and ripped her red moist Panties off and balled them up. The Russian smiled but pressed her lips firmly together. Her dark eyes glittered like shimmering black polished Marble.

Bond pressed the red silken Ball against Anna´s closed Lips, forcing her to inhale her own scent, which aroused her even more. A sharp Pain shot through her Body. 007 had pinched her left Nipple real real hard – the Russian screamed, and Bond pressed the ball of Panties behind her Lips “Keep that!” the Briton pressed a Finger against her Lips. With his right Hand, he grabbed a red silk Scarf. He tied it above Anna´s lower Face. The blonde Man raised and stood and looked down at the Russian.

“What a sight you are, your Grace!” He smiled. Except for her silken Stockings and the Cross of Romanov between her heaving Breasts, she was naked. She strained against her Bonds – the Bed creaked under the Strain.

Bond undressed and Anna took in the sight of the perfectly sculpted Body “Like a Greek Marble Sculpture!” The Agent knelt between her splayed legs. He was hard and large. He cupped her breast with his dry hot Palmes, kneaded them hard, twisted her Nipples. Again, and again.

Anna moaned into her Gag and grated her Hips. But Bond being Bond continued to tease her. He kneaded her Breasts some more, kissed her Nipples, and tickled Anna´s nyloned Soles. Her Moans got more and more urgent and intense – in between – heavily muffled by her Gag the Violinist cursed in Russian – much to Bond's Amusement “Language, Your Grace, Language!” he teased her.

Anna´s dark Eyes blazed and grew wide as he finally entered her hot and moist Pussy. He pumped slowly at first, gently, but then quicker and harder. Anna´s breathing quickened. Their Orgasm was so powerful, that the Russian´s Eyes rolled back in her head and for seconds Anna knew nothing of the World.

As she opened her Eyes, still clouded and dreamy, she saw the smiling Face of James “That was quite the ride, Anna!” He took in the Sight: Anna´s dishevelled Hair, her skin shining with Sweat, her heaving breasts – between them the shimmering golden Cross of Romanov. He was sure she smiled under the Scarf that gagged her.

He noticed the twinkle in her Eyes and followed her Gaze. Studiously she looked down at his Member, already hard again “In for a second Round?” The Agent chuckled. Anna nodded emphatically.

“Ask and ye shall receive!” Bond grinned and entered Anna again …. The Russian sighed contently in her Gag, as she felt him inside her ….


Earlier, another Room:



Andrea had no Idea if she was in Heaven or Hell. She had been let out of the Bags by the Russian and the Canadian. The Thief and Ekaterina Oblomovas Chief of Security had blindfolded her and strapped her into a Wheelchair. Earbuds rendered her deaf. She felt she was rolled outside her Cell. The Air was cool and slightly damp.

An Elevator had transported them upwards. She had been wheeled out. They stopped. The Redhead suspected she was rolled inside a Room. The Straps that held her on the Wheelchair had been loosened, she had been pulled upright.

Her Restraints were still in Place. She felt two Women moving around her and smelled a heavy intoxicating Perfume. The Russian? Nimble Fingers removed the Earbuds. Crawford´s Operative could not see but sensed the Presence of two People before her “Listen!” a cold Voice broke the Silence “This can go two Ways, Andrea!” “This Voice gives me the Creeps!” Andrea shuddered involuntarily – and she was not the anxious Type as a Rule “You follow Orders without Hesitation, and you will feel Pleasure and little Pain” “You don´t follow Orders” That was Bolkonskaya “You will feel less Pleasure and much Pain!” Andrea heard the Smile in Russian´s dark husky Voice “If I were you, I would choose Option One” the Canadian spoke again “Clear?” The Redhead did not react at once.

A stinging slap on her diapered Butt let her jump. There had been much force behind the blow. Andrea had felt it keenly despite the downfilled Suit and the Diaper. Quickly she nodded.

“She is not as dumb as I thought!” Natasha chuckled maliciously. She sniffed “I think she could use a Bath!” Her two Captors led her into a Bathroom. She felt the warm Tiles under her Feet. Andrea listened: Heels were kicked off. Zippers pulled down. A Pair of full Breasts pressed against her Back, two strong Hands cupped her Breasts, kneaded them forcefully, and played with her Nipples, twisted them …

She felt another Pair of Hands loosening the Straps around her upper Body. The first Pair continued to knead her Breasts. A hot Tongue touched her left Earlobe. A husky Voice whispered in her Ear “Behave!” Andrea felt like in Trance – as the Hands worked her Magic.

Minutes later she stood in the Shower, her Hands shackled together with Neoprene Lined Manacles over her Head to the Tapware, her Ankles were also shackled. Her Handlers had changed the Gag: Andrea chewed on two Pairs of very moist Panties “You have no Idea how horny I am “Sarah McKenzie had whispered as she stuffed the moist Garments into her Mouth. The large red Ballgag was tight.

It was a wild Ride; the Russian stood behind her massaging her Breasts, the Canadian stood, no, knelt before her. Her Tongue and her Fingers worked their Magic. Whenever the Redhead was on the Brink of Orgasm, Sarah McKenzie stopped at the last second “Boy, is she wet!” the Thief grinned “And not because of the Shower!”

Andrea had no Idea how much Time passed. She was in a trancelike State. The Canadian hand the Russian had brought to several thundering Orgasms. Almost gently Natasha Bolkonskaya combed her Hair and dried it with the Hair Dryer while the Canadian had taken off some other Hair “You have quite the Jungle down there!” Sarah McKenzie had taken her time to take care of every Hair …. “That looks better!” Natasha grinned “Nice and clean!”

Not too much later Andrea found herself tightly spreadeagled on a Bed. Still blindfolded. Still gagged. She tugged at her Bonds. Her Captors had used silken Scarves. The Canadian had straddled her, while the Russian knelt between her legs.

Andrea felt the sharp tip of a blade gliding along the inside of her left muscular Thigh. Slowly. It did not break her skin. Natasha Bolkonskaya was an Expert. Chris could have told Crawford´s Senior Operative how skilled Natasha was. Inflicting Pain. Pain and Pleasure. Now Andrea would get the firsthand experience


Another Bedroom:


A blonde Woman and a Man with bronzed Skin and curly black Hair and the Physiognomy of an Eagle lay in the Bed. The Man held the Woman in his Arm. Her shiny long blonde Hair framed her Head and Face like a Halo. She breathed deeply and regularly. Her Eyes were closed. Her serene, classical Features were calm and relaxed. His Eyes rested on her magnificent firm full Breasts. Her Skin sported a healthy Tan.

“I am not sleeping, Aslan!” The Pianist spoke without opening her Eyes. A smile curled her lips. Chris listened to her Body. She had not felt that relaxed and at Peace for a long time. Since they embarked on the final Stage of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls.

“I know” Ardeth Bey smiled “You look so peaceful” His dark Voice sent Shivers through her Spine “I am at Peace” Chris kept her eyes closed. She did not mind at all that the Bedouin's Hand rested on her left Breast.

“I feel you are” Ardeth Bey stated. The Pianist smiled “I have not felt that good in a while” The blonde hesitated for a spell “Letting go and giving up control does not come easy to me Aslan.”

“I noticed that” The Medjai smiled “The Scratches you left on my Back tell that” Chris chuckled “I did tell you that I am Shield Woman, that my touch is not gentle” Ardeth Bey cupped her Breast more firmly “You did!”

The Blonde smiled


Christina Howard´s Quarters:



Hugo did not know what had happened to him. At some Point, the tall Redhead, Christina was her Name, had taken him firmly by the hand “Tonight you are mine!” He had followed her, mesmerized, like in Trance.

He was in for a ride.

Christina had led him by the Hand in her Suite. She had almost ripped his Clothes off. They had landed on the King Size Bed. The tall Redhead had kicked her Heels off, pulled his Trousers down, taken his Member in her Hands, massaged it, till it was rock hard, then straddled him. She had ridden him wildly “Boy is she strong!” Hugo mused while he was lucid. The Orgasm had been fabulous.

While he was still recovering Christina had thrown him on his Stomach. That she did tie him up he realized much too late. Hugo found himself in a tight Hogtie. The Redhead stuffed her wet and moist Panties in his Mouth “Keep them in Boy, or I will make it two Pairs!” she whispered hoarsely – and slapped him hard on his butt.

This was not as it should be! One Part of him thought “She is so gorgeous!” the other Part mused.


Kate Beckett´s Suite:




The Detective was very excited as she tested her Bonds “I really have to thank Anna!” she grinned under her Gag. That the Russian had spilled the Beans about her Adventures at Sylt including intimate Contact with a sheep had been a blessing. Their Love Life had profited from that Slip very much …

Notice to the reader:

Kate is referring to this Event during the first Stage of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection: The Detective is ambushed by their Enemies and her bare soles make intimate Contact with a Sheep ….

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Kate had to admit, that Castle had done a magnificent Job: She had freshened up in the Bathroom and donned a fresh Set of black Bra and Panties and black thigh-high Stockings. On her beloved black Lyss Clog Mules of Gianvito Rossi with a 55 Millimetre Block Heel, she had sauntered with swaying Hips into their Bedroom.

Castle had attacked her from behind. A firm rough Hand pressed onto her Mouth “I did a rather good Show, acting surprised!” Beckett smiled. Not that anybody could see her Lips under her multilayered Gag “And I did put up quite the Fight!” She had stomped with her left Heel on Castle´s right Foot. The Writer had winced – but not loosened his Grip.

Kate had lost her Mules quickly as he dragged her to the Bed …. Her Husband had been creative: He had tied her Wrists to the corresponding Bedposts with silken Scarves. Castle being Castle had obviously come prepared “Let me go you fiend!” the Investigator demanded, playing the Damsel in Distress.

Castle had said nothing. Instead, he tied a Crotch Scarf. A tight one. He crossed her Ankles and tied them with another Scarf. Next, he tied a Scarf above each knee joint and to the Sides of the Bed. Now Kate could not close her legs anymore – and make no Mistake – she tried.

“I will scream!” she challenged her Captor “Now, you won´t!” Castle smiled …. He had been thorough: Two Pairs of Panties, including the one she had worn today filled her Mouth – and one of her Stockings … “For the second one I have a different use!” The Writer smiled mischievously “But first things first!” Castle had tied another silken Scarf around her lower face, tight. Above he tied the second stocking -its sweaty sole right under her Nose.

“I am not finished!” The Mystery Writer told his Wife who had gagtalked animatedly at him. Ear Buds were next. Another silken Scarf robbed Kate of her Sight “You do look with these green silken Headscarf!” Castle had teased her as he knotted said Shawl tightly under her chin. It fused her Jaws together.

The second Scarf around her lower Face was totally unnecessary in Kate´s opinion. As excessive as the Pantyhood her beloved Husband had applied as finish. It was the one she had worn during the Scavenger Hunt. It was ripe. Very ripe. The Scent of her sweaty feet under her nose. The Crotch Panel of her Panties over her Nose. The Mixture was intoxicating.

By now the Investigator was ready to rape a Goat. She grinded her Hips, flexed her feet and wiggled her Toes. Richard Castle looked down on the Bed as Kate strained against her silken restraints …. He would let her hang to dry – for a short while longer ….

A wicked Smile curled his lip … he knew Captain Beckett was very ticklish under her high Arches …He grabbed her left foot. Kate´s very muffled Protests were music in his Ears. Castle took the right Foot. He noticed the damp Patch forming around his Wife´s Crotch-Scarf.

He stopped tickling and unhooked her Bra … Her Nipples were hard, rock hard.

Kate loved this: Sensory Deprivation made it all more intense …. Castle pinched her Nipples ….



Later in the Night:



Sunrise was not far away as Gunnery Sergeant Thane Reynolds, USMC (ret.) stepped onto the Balcony of their Suite on the first Floor of Bernstein Manor. It was a clear night. Full Moon. Almost no Wind. A slight Breeze from the Northeast. The calm Sea shimmered silvern. There was almost no Sound. Only the gentle Sounds of the Breakers rolling against the Surf.

Sleep had escaped him. Late in the Night he and Maureen had retired to their Quarters. As they crossed the Threshold, his Fiancé kicked off her Heels and sighed. The Gunny could not take his Eyes off her nyloned feet. Maureen wore black hose – and the red Nail Polish shimmered through

“Come,” the Latina said softly and dragged him to the Bed. They had made gentle and passionate Love. Now Maureen slept deeply. Her beautiful Features were relaxed and calm. A content Smile seemed to curl her Lips. She breathed deep and regular. As stealthy as he could Thane had left the Bed.

Now he stood on the Balcony. His Hands rested on the Banister. When Maureen had told him about the Invitation to the Wedding, he had been a bit sceptical. The Evening, Sophie had phoned Hayley and informed her about Anna´s supposed Death, Thane had not been present.

He had had a few Beers and a Gunny Sandwich with Commander Robert Hamilton, also known in certain Circles as the Angel of Death. When he had returned home, Kirsty and Hayley had already left for the Airport. Maureen´s Private Jet would bring them to Luxor, after a short Stop in New York:

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He thought back to this Morning when he had watched Chris doing her morning Routine. The Blonde had impressed him very much. Her Dance at Dinner though had even more so. Thane Reynolds had seen much. Good Things and bad Things. Not on everything he was proud of. That he had met Maureen was the best that ever happened to him. Maureen de Angelo had saved him.

The Sword Dance this Evening? It had been among the most beautiful Events he had ever witnessed. Beautiful it had been, but as Thane had told Maureen: Chris von der Marwitz was a Weapon herself. A beautiful, but deadly Weapon. Thane considered him a Veteran, a skilled Warrior – but he would think twice if he would cross the Blonde´s way.

Kirsty Garrett had told him about Egypt, about how the Blonde had ended Hiram Al Mansour.

Thane gazed into the Distance.

Soon he and Maureen would be tying the knot. A Smile curled his stern chiselled Features.

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A grim Smile curled Chris´s lips “How are our VIPs?” Natalie smiled “Sleeping the sleep of the Drugged – but they will wake up soon!” Thoughtfully she stared into the Distance “You think this will work Chris?” The Blonde sensed some doubt – and she understood the Investigator as Hayley and Kirsty Natalie and Crawford went way back. Whenever had they thought they had beaten the Master Criminal? She came back for them … once more.

The Pianist nodded “We have the Element of Surprise on our Side – Crawford has to believe that everything went according to Plan. Sybil sent her regular Sit Reps – including Photos and Videos of you and Charlotte – enjoying down filled Goodness” The Blonde grinned.

Four Stretchers stood on the Tarmac of the small, secluded Airfield from where Crawford´s Team should return to Base with Natalie and Charlotte. Each with a bagged Occupant on it. It was impossible to tell who was who, because the four Women wore heavy Discipline helmets which were locked around the Neck, and the Bags were locked too “I really would like to see the Look on Crawford's Face when they unlock the Helmets and the Bags!” Christine Howard grinned.

“She will be furious!” Hayley smiled. The Blonde looked incredibly relaxed. A soft glow seemed to emanate from her, The American held her Wife´s Hand. Instead of Combat Gear like the others, the two Brides wore colourful wide cut Summer Dresses and Wooden Platform Sandals, which swirled wide around their Calves “Flower Power, California Dreaming, where are the Flowers in your Hair!” Anna had joked.

The dark-haired Russian looked very relaxed – like Chris.

In the early Morning before Breakfast, Hayley spotted Ardeth Bey and the Pianist walking Hand in Hand through the Surf. Chris had held her Jimmy Cho Wedges in the other Hand. Something had clearly changed. The Pianist had looked incredibly relaxed.

Hayley was sure the Blonde had not got much sleep last Night. But she smiled and laughed. Chris did not look tired – on the contrary. Vibrating with Energy. Full of Life.

“So, our plan worked out!” Hayley had smiled to herself.

“The Plane is about to land in two Minutes!” Sybil informed them. And precisely two Minutes later Crawfords Jet, a Boing 767 touched the Tarmac. The Pilot made a smooth landing “They will wonder, why there are four Stretchers on the Tarmac and nobody else!” The Black Lady was very amused. The Welcome Party waited till the Plane stopped not far from the Stretchers. “Very precise!” Natasha Bolkonskaya observed. The Russian was a qualified Pilot herself.

The Airport´s “Crew” which were, in Fact, Birte Ricciarelli, Charlotte, Rihannon, and Gayle rolled a Gangway to the Jet´s Main Door, which opened with a Hiss – a Woman, entirely clad in Black stepped out and scanned the Vicinity – with the Eye of the Professional.

She was tall over average and of a very athletic build “Jelena!” Gabriela hissed “I hate that Bitch!” Chris grinned “Then let us not wait for her any longer – she might get bored!” They stepped out of the Shadows “Be ready at my Mark Anna!” Chris spoke into her Mike “I am ready to take the Shot.” The Russian confirmed, calmly and coolly. Jelena´s Face was in Anna´s Crosshair. A smile crossed the Russian´s Lips. She loved the Excitement. She thrived on it.

Jelena was irritated. Where was the Away Team? And instead of two Stretchers four stood on the Airfield. She was about to step down the Gangway when from under the Trees South six Figures stepped out – it was impossible to tell who it was:

All six wore black body Armour and full Vizor Helmets. They were fully armed. The Russian was about to step back into the Jet, when a clear melodic Alto Voice, probably electronically amplified, rang across the Airfield.

“Don´t move! Look at your Chest, Jelena!” Jelena did – and cursed: There was a bright red dot … and she knew the Caller. Chris von der Marwitz. The two Blades slung across her Back gave her away. The dot was not wavering. Romanova.

The Pianist strode along with long purposeful Steps. The other Women carried Automatic Rifles and Guns.

Those were the Weapons Jelena could see, there were more probably.

Three Metres before the Gangway, the Pianist stopped. Her Companions fanned out and formed a Perimeter. Their Rifles at the Ready “Come down Jelena! I have to talk to you!” Such commanding was the Blonde´s Presence that the Russian followed the Order and stepped down the Gangway till she stood before von der Marwitz. The two Women stood one Metre apart. The Blonde removed her Helmet and shook her long Mane free.

Emerald-green Eyes fixed on the Russian. Cold and hard “What is the Meaning of this?” Jelena demanded menacingly, in her heavily accentuated English. Chris's melodious laugh was like a cold Shower “Pretty obvious.” The Blonde smiled. It was a cold and hard smile:

“The Scheme of your Boss, to get back at Hayley and Kirsty backfired” Chris´ Smile got more ominous “Spectacularly!” She nodded at the four Stretchers. These are your Teammates – you will have to transport them, as they are. The Bags and Helmets are electronically locked. We will send you the Codes as soon as you land at your Base.”

Chris´ smile grew – if possible – several degrees colder “You will deliver a Message to your Boss, so listen carefully: Lizzie crossed the ultimate Red Line. I warned her about the Consequences of any further Attack on Kirsty and Hayley.

There will be Consequences – the last two Times your Boss got away with a slap on the Wrist. Not this Time. Tell her to Watch her Back. She will never know when I strike. It can be tomorrow, it can be next Week, it can be next Month. It can be on the Island, in London, in Paris! It can be everywhere!”

The Pianist spoke not very loudly, but clearly and firmly and Jelena believed every Word.

“She will never see it coming and she knows what I am capable of. This Time it will be not only a cut Ear!” The Blonde pointed at the four Stretchers “Get those four on Board and leave” she commanded imperiously.

“And one thing: We hacked your Communication System – you won´t be able to communicate with Crawford before you land home! And by the way!” Her serene features grew harder “I despise cowards, who kidnap defenseless Damsels. Pressing a chloroform-doused cloth on the face of a helpless Woman is simple. You and your Comrades are Cowards. Get out of my Sight!”

Jelena fumed in impotent Rage. Every Word of von der Marwitz had hit like a Whip. The Russian would not admit it freely, but the Blonde had a Point. And she doubted she would be a Match for von der Marwitz. This she would not admit freely either.

The Pianist turned sharply on her Heels and left – after a few Steps she stopped in her Tracks and turned to Jelena again – a smile curled her Lips “I forgot something! Our two Brides have a Present for Lizzie!”

Crestfallen the Russian watched as Kirsty and Hayley stepped on the Tarmac, hand in hand, beaming. The wooden Soles of their Sandals clicking on the Tarmac. In her right Hand, the Blonde held a creamy gift-wrapped Box.

They looked relaxed, happy - and Jelena noticed the golden Ring shimmering at Hayley´s right Hand “Hello Jelena!” Hayley beamed at the Russian “It is so good to see you again!” “Bitches!” Jelena fumed “They know I am powerless!” The red dot on her left Breast was a stark reminder. She just stared back.

“Kirsty, I think dear old Jelena is playing the strong and silent Type!” Hayley King chuckled. The American enjoyed every Moment of this Encounter. She and the Russian went way back. Hayley could not tell how often the tall muscular Russian had chloroformed and restrained her.

“This is a Present from Kirsty and me!” She presented the gift-wrapped Box to their former Handler “Take this as Token of our Esteem for Lizzie!” “Don´t worry, it´s no Bomb!” Kirsty added pleasantly “Do not bother though to scan it, it is shielded!”

Hayley´s smile got broader “If you try to open it without the correct Code though it will go boom!” “Everything in a thirty Meter Radius will be vaporized!” The Briton explained, “We will send you the Code when you land back home!” Hayley grinned. Tentatively Jelena took the rectangular Box. For its Size, it was pretty heavy.

“Bye-bye!” Hayley smiled “Do not bother to stay in Touch!” The two Brides turned on their Heels and strode away giggling like besotted Teenagers. In impotent Rage Jelena stared after them.

“Bring your Friends on Board! And get out of my Sight!” Chris von der Marwitz interrupted her Musings curtly.

So commanding was the imperious Tone of the Blonde Jelena almost saluted the tall Blonde.



30 Minutes later:


They watched as the Jet took off “You think Crawford will heed your Warning?” The Black Lady looked intently at the Pianist “Probably not” Chris laughed mirthlessly “So we will do something even a stubborn bonehead like her will understand”

The Thief´s smile was devious “Tell me what you have in Mind!” Chris explained – and the Canadian´s smile grew broader “I like that! That will surely leave a lasting impression!” “That´s the Idea!”

The Blonde smiled ominously.

Chris paused “But first we have to send the Brides to their Honeymoon!” The Thief smiled at the Blonde knowingly …... eyed the Pianist up and down “You do look different. If I had to guess? You had fun last night!” Chris smiled “Maybe. Maybe not. I will not tell!”

The Canadian smiled back- amused “You do not need to!”

The Pianist smiled. The Thief returned the Smile. Chris´ Body Language and her Bearing told her all she needed to know.

They walked back together to the Rest of the Team.

From a Distance, a blonde and a black-haired Man watched “They did a really good job!” The blonde Man with chiselled Features stated, “Tell me, how is Chris in the Sack ….”

“I won´t” The black-haired Man smiled “I am a Gentleman – as you say!”

“I see!” The blonde Man smiled “In for a Vodka Martini? Stirred not shaken?” “Gladly!” The dark-haired Man smiled.


The Mediterranean: Mystery Island, seven Hours later:


It was early in the Evening: The Air was still warm, and the Tarmac reflected the Heat of the Day. Elizabeth Crawford was giddy with Anticipation. The Jet with the Away-Team and Nathalie and her Wife Charlotte on board was about to Land any Minute. They waited on the Tarmac with Harper, Louise Williams, and four of her Ladies. And soon, very soon Hayley and Kirsty would be in her Hands again.

Soon.

The first Sign something was not as it should be, was that Jelena left the Plane alone. Elizabeth noted that the normally so stoic herculean Russian looked troubled “Jelena looks never troubled!” Suddenly Crawford felt uneasy “What is it Jelena!” the Master Criminal fired, more sharply than anticipated.

“Something has gone wrong” The Russian mustered her Courage to face her Boss´ Wrath “What!” Crawford shot “Tell me!” And Jelena told Elizabeth about the Encounter with von der Marwitz and her Team. As she spoke “Lizzie´s” face turned first pale, then flaming red.

“She said what?” She pressed through clenched Teeth after the Russian had ended her Report …Jelena repeated Chris von der Marwitz´s Warning verbatim a second time …. It was like a cold fist gripped her Heart.

Absentmindedly Crawford touched her left ear, where the Pianist had cut her …. Back then she had thought this was the End, but the Blonde had changed her aim in the very last second. The Pain had been immense, like a stroke with red hot Iron.

And she had vowed to get back at the Blonde – and Hayley King …

With considerable Effort, she composed herself and turned to Harper “Get those Dunces of the Plane, have them cleaned up and fed. Then solitary Confinement and full Restraints until I say otherwise!”

“Understood!” Harper confirmed. Crawford turned sharply on her Heels and stomped to her sapphire blue BMW 8 Cabrio, radiating cold Fury. She floored the Gas! Had Hayley and Kirsty the Audacity to send her a Present …

If Elizabeth Crawford hated anything? It was to lose control. She had lost control the Moment the Away-Team had left Base.


Later:



Elizabeth left the Elevator and opened the massive two-winged Door to her Lodgings on the topmost Floor. She stepped inside, banged the Doors shut behind her, kicked her expensive blue sued Manolo Blahnik Heels off her feet, and tapped on nyloned Soles in her Study with its large Panorama Windows. Today, Crawford had no sense for the fantastic View across the Saphire Blue Mediterranean.

The gift-wrapped Box was heavy. It was wrapped in expensive, stylish, creamy handmade Paper with a matching bow. Crawford sat behind her polished Teak Desk – and put the Box down.

The Signal of an incoming Message broke her Concentration. Very few People knew the Number of her private Mobile. With trembling fingers “What, me with trembling Fingers?” she opened the Message: Unknown Sender, eight Ciphers.

This Message was a not-so-subtle reminder Chris von der Marwitz meant Business. What else had the tall Blonde found out? Crawford knew by now that von der Marwitz IT-Genius was Elite. Rumours had it that Sybil Schmitt had hacked the Pentagon, and the FBI – and gotten away.

Impatiently Crawford ripped the creamy Paper away. The Box was made of gleaming polished Metal. In its Centre a Keypad. Crawford typed. 048 760 13. A soft click. Elizabeth opened the Box – and stared in disbelief at its Contents:

Two Pairs of white lacy Panties and two Pairs of nude Hose … on Top an envelope, made of creamy Paper. Handmade. “For Lizzie” she read – she knew the Hand: Kirsty. She felt her Blood boiling …... “How does she dare?” Crawford fumed.

Few People had her disappointed more “I have straightened her out. I have given her a Chance! Made her the Woman she is now! And she betrayed me! She betrayed me!” Fumingly she ripped the Envelope open and took the folded Letter out. The American unfolded it. She read. And her face turned a shade of Puce. The Master Criminal threw the Letter to the Floor! Crawford opened and closed her Fists.

This she had read:


Hayley King had written ….

Dear Lizzie,

Kirsty and I hope you like your Present. These are Panties and Hose we wore at the Wedding Mass. I was pretty aroused – Kirsty too! We missed you dearly! Chris, Nathalie, and our Friends made these last Days unforgettable.

Chris composed a Fantasy even and wrote a Poem in Japanese and presented it to us. She danced for us with her Swords. You should have seen her! I never saw something like that before! And the Wedding Night …!

We, Kirsty, and I want to thank you Elizabeth, you were instrumental in forging the Bond between us. On a personal Note? I would have never thought I would thank you for anything one Day. But there are stranger Things between Heaven and Earth. Thank you, Elizabeth! Without you, Kirsty and I would not have tied the Knot.

The Hand changed; Crawford knew it too:

Elizabeth, I owed you. But I paid my Debt. Dearly. We all know you are prone to hold Grudges. Don´t go down that Road. You think, what happened to your Buddy von Winterfeld was bad think again. Chris has changed. She has become harder, more unforgiving. I will spare you the gory Details, of what she did to Hiram Al Mansour – that Maniac was a Buddy of yours too. You should really think about the Choice of your Business Partners.

I digress.

Before Chris cleaved Hiram Al Mansours Head in two, she gutted him like a fish, after she had shredded him to Pieces. Not metaphorically. If you think Chris will hesitate one second to do the same to you? Do not doubt. She will. After your misguided attempt to spoil our Wedding don´t count on her Mercy.

She will show you none. I mean it: None. Remember that always: None. From now on you will always look over your Shoulder. You will never know if Chris is behind you. Will it be the swift Stroke of a Katana? The sharp Pain of a Shuriken between your Eyes? A Dagger to your Heart?

Watch your Back Liz and think very carefully about what you will do.

Sincerely

Kirsty and Hayley

Kirsty and Hayley had signed the Letter.

Crawford had not realized it till now: Goosebumps had formed on her Skin. She shivered. Uncontrollably. As she read Kirsty´s Lines again? She had the feeling to hear her former second in Command ….

After your misguided attempt to spoil our Wedding don´t count on her Mercy. She will show you none. I mean it: None. Remember that always: None. From now on you will always look over your Shoulder. You will never know if Chris is behind you. Will it be the swift Stroke of a Katana? The sharp Pain of a Shuriken between your Eyes? A Dagger to your heart?


Somehow, the Criminal Master Mind knew this was true. Elizabeth Crawford would not admit that to anybody. But she feared the tall Blonde with the emerald, green Eyes.

And that said something. Elizabeth Crawford feared few People in the World. With Chris von der Marwitz she had met a Foe who was more than her Match. The Pianist´s way of fighting was so different than those of the Enemies she dealt usually with.

Blackmail and Chloroform did not work. Chris von der Marwitz´s Connections rivalled her own. The Blonde´s approach was direct and personal. She was the Weapon herself. A sharp honed Blade. Who never missed her Aim.

With the Blades and with the Gun. For the very first time in her colourful Career Elizabeth Crawford had met her Match.


Mystery Island: Four Days later, at Dawn:


The Island looked entirely peaceful. It promised to be another beautiful day in late May. The Inhabitants were still asleep mostly, except the Guards. Crawford had ordered to double the Number of Guards – after the failed Mission and the inglorious Return of the Away-Team. Rationally Crawford knew very well her four Operatives did nothing wrong.

She, Crawford, had allowed herself to be carried away to plan this ill-advised Attack and sent the Quartet of her best Operatives on this Kamikaze-Attack. Elizabeth Crawford had simply underestimated von der Marwitz and Team. But the Mastermind needed a Scapegoat – and so Andrea, Perrie, Tehiani, and Vernie would spend the next time in the Bags.

Crawford tapped on bare feet in the second Bedroom: On the Bed rested a massive golden shimmering Cocoon. Very muffled noises indicated that someone was inside. The criminal Master Mind stepped nearer and looked down.

Maria Vasquez Delicado stared angrily up at her. Her lower Face was covered by a heavy leather Neck Corset which hid a generous Mouth packing. Crawford had tested how many small Nerf Balls she could pack into the Actress´ Mouth – she found out? A lot: 10 of the small red Balls.

Crawford had vented some Steam on the feisty Latina. She had played long with the tightly spreadeagled Woman before she had bagged her, including a thorough spanking: Besides the usual Restraints, the golden downfilled Suit hid Vibrating Nipple Clamps, and vibrating Eggs had been taped against her Soles. Elizabeth had presented the Actress with the latest Model of Jolly Roger.

The Actress mumbled something very angry. Crawford smiled condescendingly:

“Don´t worry Maria! You will soon get a Bath, a fresh Diaper, and Breakfast – then it´s time for some Exercise in the Gym!” The Latina seemed not to be too delighted by the Prospect. Elizabeth Crawford had to give her that: She was feisty, had Stamina, and was strong-willed. Crawford left her Guest, stepped onto the Patio, and gazed into the Distance. It would be another fine Day.

What Crawford did not tell her Guest? The exercise would involve the Latina mummified and buried in the Sand – only her Breasts and Feet would not be buried – but easily accessible for her Handlers.

On the Tarmac stood Crawford´s Jet, several Jeeps, and other Equipment. Everything seemed peaceful – only someone with very sharp ears, the perfect Pitch of a Musician would have picked up the Sounds of Rotors, and maybe, just maybe spotted several flying Objects above the Airfield and other Facilities.

Then, almost simultaneously, a couple of Explosions shook the Ground at several Places on the Island: The Jet, and the Cars were burning Wrecks. Pillars of black oily smoke stood above the Island. Shocked Crawford stared at the Devastation. She could not believe what she saw. This could not happen!

“Harper!” she bellowed “Harper!”


On a Yacht 15 Sea Miles Southeast of the Island around the same time:


In a Room, which looked like the Command Centre of a Modern Warship, a group of People stood around a large Screen, which showed the Island from the Air: “That went rather well!” Sarah McKenzie smiled “You think she got the Message?”

Chris smiled coldly “I hope so.”

“She is a slow learner though, when it comes to Hayley!” she added in an afterthought.

“If she tries another Stunt again? She will think Hiram Al Mansour´s Fate a blessing” Chris's smile was cold and hard as armoured Steel.

The Canadian knew the German well enough. The Blonde would shred the Criminal Mastermind to pieces if she came near Hayley and Kirsty ever again. Chris was a gentle Soul, chivalrous, living by the Code of Bushido. But if one touched anybody who was close to the Pianist all Bets were off. Sarah McKenzie was not sure if Crawford had realized that fully. But she knew how far an Obsession could drive men.


Mystery Island: The Control Centre, two hours later:


In disbelief, Elizabeth Crawford stared at the Control Room’s Screens. The burning Wrecks of the Jet, the Jeeps, the Maintenance Buildings … How had this been possible? “Incoming Transmission!” one Technician interrupted her dark Thoughts. Mesmerized the Master Criminal stared at the large Screen:

The beautiful, serene Face of Chris von der Marwitz filled it “Listen very carefully Elizabeth!” her Voice as cold as Ice “Consider what happened two hours ago, as my final and terminal Warning.” The Blonde chuckled “You are obviously slow on the Uptake” She paused “Lizzie! Anybody with an ounce of Brain in her Head would have taken my Warning seriously. You did not. I warned you the last time. You got away easily. It costed you a split Ear only. Not next Time.

The next Time you will not get that easy off the Hook. This Time none of your People got injured or killed. It is in your Hands if it stays that way. Your Hands only. You made this personal with your Attack on the Wedding. So be it then. Your Choice. You think you are cleverer than most. You are not. You will never know when or where I strike. I can take you out any Time.

And I will.

Do not ever forget what happened to your Buddy Carl! If you cross my Path ever again, what happened to Carl will seem to you like a walk in the Park. I will send you to Hell – the long road! Remember! Always! Over and out.”

The Screen became black. Deafening Silence filled the Room. Interrupted only by the Sounds of the Electronics.

Her Staff looked at Crawford. The Mastermind stared at the Ground. She turned around and looked them in the Eye. Cold, hard, furious. On instinct, they stepped back. Nobody in his right mind would face Crawford if she was in that Mood.

“Bring our special Guest down in the Interrogation Chamber!” She commanded, “Jelena, Katherina, be creative!” “Yes Mum!” the Russian confirmed.


30 Minutes later: The Interrogation Chamber:



Maria Vasquez Delicado fumed – but she was on her guard. She had learned to choose her fights wisely in the last few days. The Actress had expected to spend another Day in the Bags after she had been brought back to her Suite. She had showered, had breakfast, and been restrained again.

So, Delicado was surprised her Handlers had returned and released her “The Boss wants to see you!” The tall Russian had told her ominously. The Russian and her Companion had handled the Latina roughly – so far, she had been treated with a certain amount of Respect … and in a professional Manner.

Not this time: The Megastar had been manhandled in a very heavy black leather Straitjacket with a high Posture Collar. The Jacket left her impressive Breasts bare. The Jacket squeezed her upper Body like a Boa Constrictor.

The Russian and the German had applied nasty Nippleclamps … after they had plugged her both Ways. At least they had used the lube freely …Jelena, so the Russian's Name, had pulled the Crotch Strap extra tight.

The Hollywood Star had been strapped into the Wheelchair. The Star had been blindfolded A dust Mask doused with Chloroform had been applied to her face. Not enough to knock her out, but just enough to make her dizzy and docile. As usual, her Handlers took no Chances.

Not that she had been in a Position to offer any meaningful Resistance …

Now she sat on a sturdy high-backed bench. Three broad Leatherstraps pressed her upper Body against the Bench´s High Back. Maria´s legs had been strapped together with six straps. Three above the joint. Three below. Her Ankles had not been tied. They were confined in heavily padded Stocks. The Actress tried to wiggle her Toes. She could not. They were tied individually. Except for the Big Toes: Those had been tied together, then fastened to the Stocks

And there was the Gag … the heavy Panel Gag she had gotten used to… somewhat. The massive Pumpgag was different …. Gleefully the Russian had produced a Remote control and pressed a Button: The central bladder expanded. Two small Bladders pressed into her Cheeks. The Latina´s Eyes widened. Only as she thought she would suffocate – Jelena had stopped “That´s the perfect Tool for your big Mouth!”

Something was in the Air – the Actress sensed it. The rough Handling told her as much ..

The Door of the Chamber opened. Elizabeth Crawford stepped in: Black, high-heeled, Boots, a black Cat Suit. Her grey Eyes were cold and menacing. In her right Hand, she held a riding Crop. Her brown Hair she wore in a Ponytail. And for the first time, the Actress noticed the mutilated left Ear.

The Latina was courageous. She was fearless. But something told her to keep her Head down now. Crawford radiated menace, radiated hate. Maria Vasquez Delicado looked studiously at her Lap. The Actress had pretty good Instincts. The criminal Master Mind stepped nearer. Her Heels clicked loudly on the floor – eerily loud. Maria kept her Eyes down.

Elizabeth Crawford chuckled “All that spunk – is it gone?” The Latina suppressed the Impulse to snap something back. She kept her head down -it costed all her self-control.

“Tell me!” Crawford´s Voice cut through the Silence “You ever were betrayed by someone near to you? Someone, you loved?” Tentatively the Latina nodded. She knew that feeling. Intimately “What shall I do with you?” Crawford chuckled, maliciously. Delicado shuddered. The riding Crop touched her left heel – almost gently, caressing. The sharp Pain came out of nowhere. The Stroke hit the left fleshy Heel precisely – and hard.

A second Stroke hit her right Heel ….

The Actress knew one thing for sure: This was only the beginning … The third Stroke hit the Megastar under the high Arches of her left foot ….

And it was far from over …

When it was finally over, the Latina´s Soles and her Breasts were covered with red Marks. This Time Maria Vasquez Delicado welcomed the Chloroform doused Cloth – but Crawford played it slow ….

“Breath in deeply Maria!” Finally, the Latina´s Eyes rolled back in her Head. Crawford kept the Cloth on the Actress´ Face a while longer. Just to be sure. She smiled “Did I ever tell you; I like it when the Eyes roll back in the Head?”


Maria Vasquez Delicado did not reply …. For obvious reasons.

Crawford´s Smile broadened “We will have much fun in the Days to come Maria!”


Unknown Location, around the same Time:



Hayley King had to smile when she imagined Jelena´s thoroughly dumbfounded Face when Hayley had handed over their Present “What would I have given to see Lizzie´s face when she opened it?” The blonde American smiled around her mouth-filling gag. Hopefully, Kirsty would not return too late from her Exercise.

The way they had arrived at this very exclusive Retreat had been – Hayley searched for a Word – unorthodox. The Team had retreated to Bernstein Manor. They had convened at the Great Hall. That was the last thing Hayley remembered clearly. She remembered dimly she had a conversation with Nathalie … then a sharp Prick in her Neck. Then Blackness.

When the American had come around again she had stared at a ceiling. The Ceiling of a Private Jet. That she had been bagged and gagged was no surprise. Her massive white Cocoon had been strapped to a Bench. The heavily padded Panel Gag – was tight, but not brutally so. Noises on the left told her that Kirsty was there.

The Blonde had no recollection of how much time passed. Time passed. She drifted in and out. At some Point gentle Hands had pressed a chloroform doused Cloth on her Nose. “Just take deep Breaths, Miss King! You are safe and this is Standard Procedure for any Guest arriving on Fantasy Island.”

Hayley had relaxed and followed the Advice. When she woke up the next time? She had worn her favourite Negligée – a skimpy blue Affair – and lay on a very comfy Bed …. “Hello Sleepyhead!” Kirsty had purred, kissed her fully on her lips, threw her on her back, and straddled her. The Briton was strong, her muscular Thighs held the Blonde down “My Wife!” – she had to smile.

The next Days had been – Hayley knew no other term – eventful. Except for the Meals and the “Recreational Activities,” Kirsty and Hayley had barely left their Quarters. Those “Recreational Activities” were mandatory.

The Bungalow they inhabited was five Stars plus Hayley decided. They were somewhere in the Caribbean she suspected: Bright blue, crystal Water, endless beaches, fine Sand. Where they were? Kirsty and Hayley had no Idea. Kirsty suspected somehow in the Caribbean.

“Standing Orders” they had been told. Among the many Services, the Retreat offered, was absolute Secrecy and Discretion “Hence the Travel Arrangements” Hayley mused. The Blonde was not in discomfort -too much discomfort:

Kirsty was exercising, she had been told. Daily Exercise was mandatory. The Blonde had a resting Period: Hayley wore a heavy Discipline Helmet with a built-in choking Pear Gag. Her upper body was compressed by a heavy leather Straight Jacket. With a built-in posture Collar.

That she had been plugged both Ways? No surprise here. The American was used to that – by now. That her long legs had been strapped together in six Places? No Surprise here too. Nor was the leg Sheath which was connected to the Straitjacket. Additional heavily padded leather Straps – beginning at the Insteps – enhanced her Predicament further … The pressure was evenly distributed. The Retreat´s Staff knew their Job.

Hayley could do little else than Wait. The Vibrator and the Butt Plug were buzzing on a medium setting “What would I give for a nice Orgasm!” The Blonde tested her Restraints. Suddenly the Vibrations sprung into High Gear … her breathing quickened, and she strained against her Leather Restraints – which did not budge – “Crawford was right about one thing! I love to be a Damsel in Distress!”
Hayley was in her own World now.

She had been surprised about Kirsty´s Exercise Regimen …...

What the Honeymoon is like will be told in another Story:

“The Mystery of Fantasy Island”


The End?

Oh dear! It rather appears that the unfortunate Maria is going to cop all of the 'flack' caused by the evil 'Lizzie' having been outflanked by Chris and company. Not a favourable position.

LunaDog wrote: 10 months ago Oh dear! It rather appears that the unfortunate Maria is going to cop all of the 'flack' caused by the evil 'Lizzie' having been outflanked by Chris and company. Not a favourable position.

Yes, Maria is at the wrong place at the proverbial wrong time. Not that she had choice in that Matter. The Question will be: Will Elizabeth Crawford take Chris shot across the bow seriously or not?

That Question will be answered in the not too distant future ....

Kirsty and Hayley tied the knot and are enjoying there Honeymoon.

The next Adventure will feature Chris and Sophie prominently. We will go a step back in time: "The Heidelberg Affair" takes Place in late March and will lead Chris back into the Past. Chris and Sophie will meet new and old Foes and new Allies ....

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Dear Friends, dear Readers, there will be a short Intermission before the Start of a new Story: The following Paragraphs are a short Teaser of Things to come ....





Hayley stepped into her Sapphire blue Gianvito Rossi Heels. They matched her wide-legged Power Suit perfectly “Off to go?” Kirsty smiled at her Wife “Ready for Action!” the American smiled back. Since the Wedding, more than two Months had passed – after the Honeymoon at Fantasy Island, Work and Life had been good to the newly Weds.

“What are your Plans for Today my love?” The Blonde smiled at the Briton “I have a Call with Kate scheduled” Kirsty stated, “I am off then!” Hayley closed the Door behind her, Kirsty heard the Clicks of her High Heels vanishing. The Display of her Phone signalled an incoming Call. “Punctual as usual” the Briton smiled and took the Call “Hi Kate!” “Hi,” the Detective grinned “How is married Life?”

Kirsty was about to answer when she sensed a powerful Vibration under her nyloned Feet “Kirsty?” Kate interrupted the Briton. Kirsty´s Instinct told her what her Brains realized fully only later “I will get back to you Kate! Something bad has happened!”

Brusquely she ended the Call, stepped quickly into her beige Jimmy Cho Heels, grabbed her Glock, and stormed out of the Apartment. She took the Elevator. A sense of Dread filled her: Hayley did not take her Call – and those Vibration.

The Briton knew what they meant ….

Down in the Parking Garage, the Elevator opened:

Dark Smoke filled the Underground Garage. The Stench of Cordite, Explosives, burning Rubber. Hayley´s Car was a Mass of smashed Metal like a Giant´s Fist had smashed it to Pieces “Hayley!” Kirsty sprinted, to the Car. Amidst the Smoke, the Briton spotted a Body on the Floor left of the Car... One high-heeled Shoe lay on the Tarmac. A blue Gianvito Rossi Pumps ......

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and quite a teaser it is...!

Wow.

That was all amazing finally having found ample time to read and enjoy as opposed rushing.

And a good story, the writing and reading of such both, should never be rushed.

Excellent work. Brilliant. Still I'd pick Chris, the Pianist and Katana expert (I'm aware she is so much more) as a favourite, her paragraphs and encounters were the parts I found most enjoyable.

Wonderful, thank you.

RopeBunny wrote: 10 months ago Wow.

Thank you for your most kind Words! I apologize for the late response @RopeBunny - but I have been on Vacation.

Now I am back- and have some catching up to do I can announce though that I am confident that the complete Chapter 17 will be online at the weekend!

Can't wait for the next chapter!

Windrunner wrote: 10 months ago Can't wait for the next chapter!

Thank you! I have to admit, the Cliffhanger was quite devious - but I just could not resist the Temptation I have good and bad news: The good News? Progress on Chapter 17 is good. The bad News: I might need a bit longer to finish it. I hope you do not mind. But maybe the Muses are Kind and everything goes as planned!