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Chapter 84
Sword and the Arrow
Inside the Villa:
Kirsty stretched like a large cat “I hate jet lag!” Hayley mumbled something back. She could only mumble because she was gagged. The blonde was gagged in a way Elizabeth Crawford would have condoned, her mind wandered back:
“Now take you gag like a big girl!” Kirsty smirked. Hayley complied and caught a glimpse of Kirsty’s hand containing a balled-up white cloth snake around and forced the cloth deep into her mouth. Hayley groaned and grumbled as the cloth was stuffed in, filling her mouth to the brim – and that said something. The American had a big mouth – in more than one sense.
“You make for a nice little chipmunk!” Kirsty teased her. Hayley´s mumbled reply was definitely no compliment “You should thank me” the Briton grinned and patted the blonde on the crown of her head “I could have used dirty underwear or the socks I wore for our morning jog!” The blonde rolled her eyes “I love when you do that!” Kirsty teased her companion “Maybe I find some chloroform somewhere in my luggage, which earned the Briton another eye roll “I know you have at least two bottles stashed in it” Hayley mused "And I could do without the chloroform for a change!"
Next her lover reached into the bag of cotton wool pleats and produced a large wad which she placed at the centre of a silk scarf that had been folded into a wide band. The blue colour of the first silk scarf matched the colour of Hayley´s blouse “See, it matches even the colour of your eyes!” the auburn haired Briton chuckled.
Kirsty picked up the scarf and centred the cotton wool over Hayley’s stuffed mouth and held it in place whilst she took both ends of the scarf and tied them tightly together. Hayley felt the cotton wool compress and the two ends were tied together, there was a brief pause in that increase as the auburn haired woman freed Hayley’s hair from under the gag then pulled it tighter, eliciting a muffled groan from Hayley before securing the scarf with a knot. “I have not lost my touch” Kirsty chuckled. Hayley´s mumbled retort was heavily muffled.
“Yes, I will improve the gag further!” Crawford´s former second in command smiled.
Next Kirsty picked up the second white cloth and folded it into a pad, placing it at the centre of the second folded silk scarf. She lined up the folded cloth with where Hayley’s mouth would be and placed it over where the cotton wool was and then tied the silk scarf behind Hayley’s head, very tightly, viciously compressing every other part of the gag, keeping everything snugly and securely in place: Hayley winced as the second scarf was tightened, encasing and compacting all of the material over her mouth.
The blonde mumbled something not very complimentary in overstuffed mouth “Relax love, I just wanted to test my skills” Kirsty grinned with a twinkle in her eyes. The message of Hayley´s eyes was clear "Don´t overdo it!"
A short while later Hayley found herself stripped naked frogtied, crotch roped and box-tied lying on her back. Kirsty bowed down “They say I have a talented tongue” the Briton whispered ….
“She is right” Hayley mused minutes later “Do not stop Kirsty!” Kirsty did not stop - n the contrary. Hayley could already feel the humdinger of an orgasm looming at the horizon. Hayley´s fair skin shimmered with sweat, her breathing quickened “More!” she mumbled.
But Kirsty did stop. Hayley cursed into her totally gagged mouth – which earned her a slap on her firm butt. With an evil grin Kirsty – who had stripped down to auburn panties and bra – jumped from the bed - and sauntered to the sideboard.
Hayley could not see what the Briton produced from the top drawer: Kirsty held her hands behind her back “You can choose my love!” she smiled and walked back to the bed “One grunt left hand, two grunts right hand! Got it?” The blonde grunted once “Good choice!” Kirsty grinned and opened her left hand. Hayley´s eyes grew wide.
In her hand her lover held an electric toothbrush … Hayley´s eyes grew even wider when Kirsty pressed the toothbrush against the soft flesh of the balls of her left foot …. Soon her muffled peals of laughter filled the room ….
The Terrace:
Chris put the second Katana in the box, bowed and closed it. Birte smiled “Thank you for the demonstration I have never seen anything like this!” “Just livelong practise” the pianist demurred modestly studiously avoiding Birte´s gaze.
“You don´t do yourself justice!” the detective stated firmly “I am no expert but I know enough to recognize a master with the sword when I see one!” To Birte´s surprise the blonde blushed slightly. Birte sensed the Pianist felt uncomfortable.
“You are too kind” Chris´ smile looked forced – forced and tired, her under lip quivered ever so slightly “You did care much for Anna” Birte said calmly and thought the same moment she might have overplayed her hand:
For a fleeting moment a dark shadow clouded the blonde´s face like a dark cloud shadowing the sun, her lips a thin line “Anna was my best friend” Chris finally said softly “The best friend I ever had or will have”
She paused “I will never have a friend like her again” The blonde stared into the west “Be at peace Anna” she whispered “Wherever you are now!” And the Detective sensed how much discipline it cost the artist to compose herself.
Chris von der Marwitz hid her feelings behind an iron wall with all her might, but the Detective sensed that wall was fragile. Birte felt like taking the blonde Pianist in her arms but thought it best to give the tall woman space. The detective retreated into the shadows – and watched:
The pianist straightened herself - “Anck-Sun-Amun” Chris said clear and loud, still gazing into the West, the land of the dead as the Ancient Egyptians had believed, “I will kill you – and if this is the last thing I will ever do”
She opened the black lacquered box and retrieved the Katana her Sensei had her presented with. The one Mastersmith Senga Murasama had made 500 Years ago.
It had been a while Chris had felt the need to visit the courtyard of Himeji Castle, to see her Sensei. Now was the time. Chris unsheathed the blade, gripped it firmly with both hands and presented it to the west and bowed. She stood still like a statue.
Birte watched – fascinated. And felt a bit like a voyeur.
Shortly later Chris walked through the Gates of Himeji Castle and stepped into the inner court yard. There, under the large Cherry Tree in the Centre Sensei Nakamura waited, Chris bowed deeply, hands folded before her chest “Sensei” – her mentor looked long at her, with those dark eyes which saw everything “You are grieving” he finally said “Is it that obvious?” the blonde smiled ruefully. Gently her Sensei touched her left arm – which was unusual for the stern Japanese - “Come with me and tell me what happened”
Chris told her master everything, really everything. It was the first time she had done that – and to her surprise the weight on her chest felt lighter, for the first time since she had come to her senses again in the Hospital. When she had finished Sensei Nakamura looked long at her “You are allowed to grief, Christine-Sama. Grief does not make you look weak. Embrace the pain. Accept it” The Japanese looked into the distance, for a moment then back at her “Anna would not want you to consume yourself in grief. Tell me Chris, what would Anna want?” Chris knew that tone: Her Sensei was delivering a lesson.
“Anna would want me to avenge her” the blonde spoke softly “Then you will avenge her” Sensei Nakamura said calmly “Never forget: Not the blade is the weapon. You are. You are the arrow that will pierce the heart of your enemy”
“I understand Sensei” Chris nodded sincerely “I will be the arrow” A grim determination filled her now.
Sensei Nakamura nodded “Then come with me Christine and let us talk” He took her gently by the arm again “Let us go” Sensei Nakamura talked in length in Japanese and Chris listened attentively – now she was the student again, she had been long ago. Now and then she replied with a sharp “Hai!” and nodded.
Evening later:
Chris retreated quickly after dinner. She had barely eaten. The Dark Lady had watched her keenly and she sensed that something had changed. The grief stricken woman was gone. Chris had covered herself with a veil of grim cold determination “I would not want to be in your shoes Anck-Sun-Amun” the thief thought “You have unleashed a beast!”
She always had considered the High Priestess as clever – but she or her master had miscalculated in targeting Anna. The blonde would not rest, till she had avenged her best friend – and she would do anything. Sarah McKenzie knew from personal experience what the pianist was capable off – if challenged.
Most people who shared that unique experience could no longer profit from this lesson. They were dead. There were exceptions the Masterthief knew: Carl von Winterfeldt or Natasha Bolkonskaya. The first Chris had dismembered and disfigured. His attempt to get back at the pianist had backfired spectacularly in early summer. The second served as Ekaterina Oblomovas Bodyguard.
Oblomovas father had been responsible for Chris´ abduction and torture. Natasha had been his chief of security. Chris had spared her life – Natasha´s penance was to serve Ekaterina. This had transpired two years ago. So far Natasha had done her job well. Chris had told Sarah that in one of the last conversations they had had before Vienna. The Black Lady concentrated on the present:
The Canadian watched unobtrusively as Sophie engaged in conversation with Shana Al Amari. So the lawyer was following their plan. The Black Lady thought about the conversation she had had with Sophie. The Egyptian stood and Sophie followed her outside. Sarah McKenzie smiled “I love it when a plan works”
Later, after midnight:
The Black Lady had immersed herself into the Lord of the Rings, Gandalf stood on the bridge of Khazad Dum:
“"You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass."
The thief loved that scene – and even if she preferred the book over the movies – she had to admit Peter Jackson did a pretty good job in “The Companions”
A soft knock at her door disturbed her “Enter!” she called. Chris stepped over the threshold, but hesitated to come in. In her left hand she held a bag. The pianist wore her usual “uniform” when she dressed for comfort: A green turtleneck, black leggings and two pair of green woollen socks. She still stood on the threshold. The blonde looked on her sock clad feet, avoiding the Canadians look.
Finally she looked up: The thief and the pianist looked at each other – time passed: After an aeon? the blonde spoke softly “Sarah, I have not forgotten Vienna, but today I want you to tie me up, gag me as tight as possible, play with me as you see fit” – she hesitated – “I brought presents” she held the bag high, and the smallest of smiles curled lips “She feels insecure” the thief mused.
Chris´ green eyes were wide, bright and clear.
“I wonder what is in the bag” the thief chuckled and turned serious again, looking Chris straight in the eye:
“You are sure about this?” Chris nodded “I am. I need this today” and her eyes welled up “Then come in” the thief replied gently. Sarah knew at some point a serious conversation would have to be had, but not today. Today she would be there for the pianist – no questions asked. That the pianist was here, now, at this time told her all the Black Lady needed to know.
The blonde closed the door behind her and the Canadian felt pity “Don´t beat up yourself Chris! You did not pull the trigger. Anna would not want you wallow in grief. She would want you, to avenge her!”
Chris nodded and now grim smile curled lips “I will avenge her and I will send anybody to hell who played a part in this!”
“How calm she sounds” the thief mused “Determined and strong” But the Masterthief also noticed how quickly Chris´ mood changed, which was totally uncharacteristically for her.
Sarah McKenzie smiled “That´s my Girl! You still want me to tie you up and gag you?”
Chris nodded “I will” and began to strip. Sarah McKenzie was not surprised the pianist wore hose beneath her leggings and socks.
“You have absolutely no idea what you have done Anck-Sun-Amun!” the thief thought and watched as the blonde unclasped her black bra, rolled her matching panties down and stood straight.
“Ready when you are” she said.
Sarah gave the German the once over: Chris was a goddess and not even Praxiteles could have sculpted a more perfect body, even if it was covered with bruises and haematoma. One was especially large and ugly looking: at the top of her left upper thigh.
And there was the wound dressing above her left brow “Your Brazilian Landing Strip is trimmed as perfect as usual” the Canadian grinned. Chris blushed slightly.
“This will be fun!” the thief smiled as she retrieved the first length of rope. And she meant not just tying Chris up ….. that was fun. But there was another kind of fun. 15 minutes later Chris ample breasts were compressed from above and below by a figure eight breast harness.
Sarah had tied her arms and hands in the very strict version of a box-tie- reverse prayer “That will be a challenge soon” Chris thought “But I need this today, to be challenged to be pushed to my limits!” She needed to feel the pain, to feel something. Inside she still felt numb. Sensei Nakamura said it would get easier with time – he had counselled her to meditate regularly to regain her focus.
Somewhat detached the blonde watched as the thief tied a tight rope girdle around her waist. But the Black Lady did not tie the crotch rope – yet. Instead the Canadian undressed – down to her black panties. Chris felt the warmth of Sarah´s body behind her – and shuddered as her “captor” kissed her on her neck. McKenzie´s rock hard nipples pressed against her back and the thief laid her palms on Chris´ full and firm breasts. Squeezed them, kneaded them played with her nipples – very gently.
Chris sighed and purred like a large cat “She is a predator” Sarah thought as she continued to play with the blonde´s breasts. The blonde closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of Sarah´s nimble fingers on her warm skin. Anything else had no meaning. Only the present, only this moment mattered.
“Time to tie you more up” the thief whispered in her left ear, her tongue liking her earlobe “Keep your eyes closed” Chris expected the Canadian would complete the crotchrope. But she was wrong: She felt that something entered her already hot and moist vagina.
A low guttural groan escaped her lips “Don´t tell me you don´t like that” the thief chuckled, her voice husky and dark “You are very wet Chris!” another chuckle “If I think about it? You are leaking!”
The blonde knew what The Black Lady had done: She inserted one of those torpedo styled vibrators in her pussy, which moulded themselves to her anatomy. Technically the crotchrope was unnecessary.
But of course the thief would tie one. Chris inhaled sharply as the thief pulled the knotted rope right through her private parts and tied it tightly to the rope girdle around her waist.
“Enjoy!” the thief whispered and tied a rope girdle right under Chris´ groin. The ropes pressed tightly on the ugly bruise on her upper left thigh and the blonde embraced the pain. She needed it right now, the pain. It sharpened her resolve “Anck-Sun-Amun” she thought as Sarah tied her legs midthigh “You will regret the day you were born before I am finished with you” Chris imagined how her blade would sever the Egyptians head from her shoulders “After I have let you suffered” And a warm feeling flooded Chris´ body. The thought of revenge warmed her heart.
That was her purpose now: To avenge Anna and to put an end to this mysterious cult no matter what! Chris noticed she must have been far away: Sarah just finished tying her ankles, after she had tied rope bands above and below the joint and around her calves.
“I always admired your legs and feet” the Canadian said and stroked gently above her calves, the touch at the back of her knees let Chris giggle softly “You are ticklish there” the Canadian chuckled “But we can explore that later”
“Keep your eyes closed!” the thief admonished her prey “And if not?” Chris smiled coyly now “I will blindfold you right now and gag you tightly” Sarah admonished the blonde “I could live with that” the blonde smiled – and opened her eyes “So be it then” the thief grinned and produced a heavily padded sleep mask, a very heavily padded sleep mask a Chris noticed. And the master thief pulled it tight, very tight.
“Comfy?” the thief chuckled “Very” Chris purred “At times it is better not to see, just to feel”
Sarah McKenzie stepped back and took in the sight in front of her: The tight black sleep mask, the rope bands which embraced Chris´ body from her shoulders to her ankles “You have been incredibly lucky Chris to survive that blast” the Canadian mused as she looked at Chris´ body. There were the bruises and there were the haematoma. They would heal though.
To process the loss of Anna, to live with it would take time “And this will be the wound that never will heal fully my love” Sarah McKenzie thought “I know what I am speaking off” But that was another story for another day, another time.
Chris broke her reverie “Didn´t you forget something?” “That is a good sign” Sarah thought, Chris letting it go “I will gag you – and I will gag you very thoroughly!” “No complaints on my part!” the blonde was now fully in the flow “I expect no less!” A part of her craved that feeling: To lose control.
The thief looked at the floor, where Chris had discarded her clothes: There were two pairs of green woollen socks, a pair of nude hose and a pair of black panties “Let us start with the socks” She knew Chris had a large mouth. Sarah balled the two pairs of socks up, taking care that the soles of the outer pair were outside.
“Open” she demanded. Chris did comply and the thief pressed and prodded till the last inch of wool had vanished behind the blonde´s teeth. With amusement the Canadian watched as the blonde gagged at the taste.
“Those are your own socks darling! So don´t complain!” The blonde mumbled something “Don´t be a baby and accept your gag!” The thief smiled and took the pair of hose – and pulled it over Chris head.
The pianist groaned “She has put the crotchpanel right above my nose!” She inhaled her own scent – and that aroused her. Chris wrinkled her nose though as the thief tied the feet of the hose right under her nose “Savour the flavour” Sarah McKenzie chuckled – and slapped Chris on her butt “We are not finished!” The pianist found out soon enough what the thief had meant:
Sarah pulled Chris´ panties over her head – then the thief took a roll of broad translucent tape and wound it around the pianist´s lower face. After 30 or so passes a wall of tape covered Chris face from chin to nose.
“Hmmmpf?” the Pianist mumbled “Now I will help you to lay down and finish your bondage!” the thief explained. Since Chris stood with her back already to the Canadian´s bed the task was easy. She enjoyed the sensation of Sarah´s warm hands on her skin “Let go” the Canadian whispered “I won´t let you fall”
Few people the blonde trusted enough to do this – but the thief was among them. So Chris felt no anxiety or fear as she allowed Sarah to put her to bed. The Mattress felt soft and warm under her back.
Lying on her tightly bound arms was not exactly comfortable. But Chris did not mind today “Do I feel the need to punish myself?” she wondered for a moment. Then she had to giggle into her gag: The thief tied her big toes together and let her fingers glide above her bare soles.
Sarah McKenzie resisted the temptation to tickle those soft and strong feet most thoroughly – for now! There would be enough time for that later. In Vienna had tickled the hell out of Chris´ feet. She walked to the bag Chris had brought with her and checked the content – and found what she had been looking for. A devious smile curled her lips.
Three items she selected and set to work. She did not say anything else. It was more fun that way! Chris felt a touch at her ankles. Something was pulled over the tips of toes … a pair of hose? If the blonde could have seen she would have known she was correct:
The thief encased her long legs in a pair of black used hose and wound the remaining leg around her waist. “She will encase me fully” Chris realized as she felt as another pair of hose was pulled above her head and down her body. The soft material hugged her softly. She had bought those extra-large pairs of hose with a purpose.
With deep affection the Canadian looked down on Chris encased and tied up body. Her body language told her enough: The pianist was enjoying herself.
If Chris had thought the thief was finished she was proven wrong soon enough: She felt that tape was wound around her ankles. As she discovered this was only the beginning: Over each and every one of her rope bonds the thief tied tape.
With longing Sarah looked down on the very female rope bound and nylon encased figure on her bed. The pianist moaned softly, flexed her bound and hose covered feet “I have missed that” the Canadian smiled and thought back to Vienna. She knelt down at Chris´ feet.
The blonde felt the gentle touch of Sarah´s hand as she let glide her hands over her soles. Those palms did not tickle her but caressed each nylon covered square inch of Chris´ body.
She relaxed as the tension left her. Contently she moaned as the thief kneaded and massaged her breasts “This is only the beginning” The Black Lady whispered “You are safe and you are loved and nobody will hurt you – today there will be only bliss”
And Chris let go, let go without any reservation …. “Just hold me tight” she mumbled into her gag “I will” Sarah McKenzie smiled warmly – and straddled Chris so she could more easily massage the blonde´s breast. With a wicked grin she said “Justine activate the vibrator” – “Of course Sarah” the AI replied … the thief sighed contentedly as she felt the vibrations under her ….
Later, somewhere in the Western Egyptian Desert:
Grand Vizier Ramose looked up from the Papyrus he was studying “What?” he hated it to be disturbed at that hour. The messenger shrunk back “There has been a communication from Luxor. I thought you should see it immediately” Ramose´s expression changed “You have done right Senefer! Let me see it!”
The Grand Vizier read the transcript, his face an inscrutable mask “Don´t tell the High Priestess about that – I will inform Pharaoh myself! You may leave now!” he dismissed the Scribe imperiously.
As soon as the Scribe had left Ramose read the transcript again and a cruel smile curled his lips “So you have screwed up again Anck-Sun-Amun” Without knowing the High Priestess had handed him a sword – which at the right time – might destroy her.
The transcript read:
“Von der Marwitz has recovered. Her team is assembled”
Few words, but they had the potential of a bomb – if used at the right time and at the right place.
A smile crossed his lips.
A cruel smile. A hard smile. No, the Grand Vizier had neither forgiven nor forgotten what the High Priestess had done to his daughter to force his hand. And this communication might just be the opportunity he had waited for.
Luxor, very early morning:
Shana Al Amari loved those early mornings, when the air was still cool and the light soft. She had just returned from her morning run along the eastern bank of the Nile. She approached the Villa when she saw the door of to the terrace opening - she shrank back into the shadows:
Christine von der Marwitz stepped onto the terrace, carrying two long rectangular boxes of lacquered wood: One red, one black. The blonde was barefoot and wore that “Samurai Dress” again. The woman who had been in a catatonic state for 48 hours? She was gone. Shana wondered what that Canadian had done …
The Egyptian watched with professional interest as the pianist began her warm-up. Shana was no novice to the art of Tai Chi. But never she had seen the movements executed so perfectly and fluidly.
Like a sort of sensual slow dance. Nothing seemed forced, nothing strained. Considering that the woman had been hit by a bomb blast not long ago? This display of body control was extraordinary.
Shana´s keen eyes did not escape the rope marks at ankles and wrists “So you have a kinky side” the investigator smiled. Von der Marwitz had finished her warm-up. The blonde knelt down before the two lacquered boxes, opened them and retrieved two curved sheathed blades.
First, the pianist unsheathed the blade sheathed in black, then the one in a red lacquered sheath. Both blades were glistening in the soft light of the morning sun. The blonde bowed to the west, both blades crossed.
What happened next looked to the untrained observer like a slow sensual dance, which accelerated in tempo like Ravel´s Bolero. Shana was fascinated: The Speed, tempo and precision – a bubble of steel seemed to engulf the pianist next two sharp cries rang out. The blonde stood back, presented her blades to the west and bowed: the roughly 15-inch thick mulberry tree had been cleanly cut in two.
Shana watched as Chris von der Marwitz sheathed her two blades and put them in in their boxes. Then the blonde unsheathed a shorter blade: A wakizashi. She turned to the West again and with a fast movement, she cut her right wrist.
Blood dropped to the floor. Like a statue the pianist stood in the soft morning light, her right arm raised. She cried words in a foreign language. Japanese? One word the Egyptian understood, a name: Anna!
Von der Marwitz wrapped a strip of linen firmly around her wrist, sheathed the blade, took the two boxes, walked inside Villa, and closed the door behind her.
Shana Al Amari wondered what she had just seen: This had not been the display of a broken devastated woman. This was a declaration of war: Of war. Of death. Of ruin.