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Epilogue
“Closure”
Part Two
The Island of Sylt, Northern Frisian Islands
The Ellenbogen, 10 Days later
Around 0500 PM:
Merit felt like in a Dream. Only ten days ago, she had been in the Western Desert – now she was here thousands of Kilometres away from home – from her former home. In this cold austere environment. Which was beautiful, nevertheless. Thankfully her Mistress had provided her with fitting Clothes which kept her warm.
They were strangely thickly padded – “This is called “down-filled” Anna had explained “Trust me it will keep you warm”.
To the clothing she had not yet adjusted, especially those shoes, which Anna called “Ugg-Boots” – she was used to going barefoot or wearing sandals. Merit had tried it once – walking barefoot at the beach here. She had seen the tall blonde doing it, who had enjoyed it – but Merit had the feeling her Feet became chunks of Ice …. Chris had been amused.
And now she was here … How had Anna called it? “Uthörn?” Merit had still trouble pronouncing this strange word. But she learned quickly. She looked around at the Friends of her Mistress …. “Chris” the Egyptian had learned, the best Friend of Anna. Which had so intimidated her …. But in the last days, she had learned how kind and warm the blonde with the emerald-green eyes was. Chris and all the others had treated the Egyptian as one of their own.
Merit looked around: There was that older Woman with short black hair – and equally black eyes. This was the “Black Lady” who gave Merit the Creeps. Or the Pair from the States, an alluring blonde, and her auburn-haired Companion: Hayley and Kirsty – they were about to marry soon.
There was another Couple Merit had learned: Sophie and Evie. The latter was an “Egyptologist” – Anna had translated “Someone exploring the Culture of Ancient Egypt”. What had entirely captured Merit was that Sophie, Chris, and Anna had made music together: The Music sounded strange to her ears – but Sophie´s Voice had touched her.
“Merit where are you?” Anna teased her Lady-in-Waiting “Sorry Mistress” the Egyptian blushed.
The whole group was assembled around the already laid table in the large living room and chatting animatedly. The dress Code of today was in one word “Comfortable” – which meant in most cases turtlenecks, jeans, leggings, yoga pants, and thick woollen socks on their feet – and pantyhose. Chris was chatting animatedly with Rachel Weinstein.
Her Mistress had explained to Merit that Rachel Weinstein was basically the Reason they were now assembled here. She had tasked Chris and Anna with finding the “Weinstein Collection” – Her Grandfather had been robbed of a precious Collection of Art by the Nazis. “What are Nazis?” the Egyptian had looked questioningly at Anna.
The Russian had pondered the Question for a Moment “They were very bad people who wanted to rule the World” Merit nodded. She understood – and also what Anna had not said “The Nazis were like Pharaoh” At times the Picture still popped up in her mind as Chris´ sword had cleaved his head in two ….
Rachel Weinstein mustered the young Egyptian. The Heiress was intrigued by the younger Woman. It had to be quite the Challenge for her to leap from the Western Desert right to Northern Frisia “She is quite courageous!” Chris smiled at her “You are reading my thoughts again!” Rachel Weinstein chided the other blonde” “I would never do such a thing” Chris pouted.
The heiress noted that the Pianist was perfectly at ease and relaxed. The blonde, who looked so much like Queen Maxima could not help but notice that now and then a small mischievous smile curled the Pianist´s full lips when she looked around in the Room – and Rachel was sure that something was in the air “Where are Ragna and Ekaterina” she turned to the Pianist “Busy in the kitchen” Chris smiled “Ragna threw us basically out of the kitchen and threatened us with corporeal Punishment” Smiling the Pianist added “An infight with Ragna might have ruined the Atmosphere”
“And the Kitchen” Rachel chuckled.
As if on cue the Kitchen Door opened, and Ekaterina appeared in the Doorway followed by Ragna. The Russian carried a tray with Flutes filled with Champagne “I think we ought to begin with an Aperitif” the herculean Icelandress smiled. Ekaterina went around and everyone helped herself to a glass of the sparkling liquid. Nobody noticed the almost imperceptible exchange of looks between Ragna and Chris.
The Pianist took a spoon and clanked it against her Flute. The Room fell silent “I will not hold a speech!” Chris smiled “So I will just say this! “Here is to us!” “To us!” the others chorused back. The Pianist drained her Flute in one gulp. Anna, Kate, Hayley, Kirsty, and the others needed no second invitation – they emptied their Glasses too.
Nobody noticed the briefest of smiles on Chris´ face. It was almost sinister …
20 Minutes later the animated chatter had died down. The group had fallen silent: Why was that? Chris, Ragna, Ekaterina, and Sybil looked around:
Anna, Merit, Kate, Kirsty, and Hayley sat on the Couch. Rachel, Birte, Natasha and Sarah, Sophie and Evie sat at the table. All were unconscious, breathing deeply and regularly “The Idea with the Champaign was brilliant Ragna!” Chris complimented the Icelandress.
“I have my moments” the herculean blonde demurred modestly “How long will they be out?” Ekaterina questioned “Around 90 Minutes” The Pianist looked at her watch and clapped in her hands “So Ladies, no time to lose – we have much work to do!” “Natasha is mine!” Ekaterina stated “Be my guest” Chris chuckled.
During the next 90 Minutes, the Quartet worked well coordinated and efficiently. Exactly after one hour and a half the deed was done: Chris looked down at the floor: On the moss-lush green carpet of the living room lay 11 Mummies, each one was wrapped in a different colour: Anna in Red, Kate in Grey, Hayley in blue and so on.
The only body parts not wrapped were the breasts and the nyloned feet: Chris and her helpers had adorned each Pair of Breasts – they were all spectacular in Chris´ opinion - with a Pair of vibrating nipple clamps. The big toes of each Damsel were tied together and against each sole, a vibrating egg had been taped before the insteps had been taped together. These were not the only accessories.
The Girls were each blindfolded with heavily padded sleep masks which matched the wrappings of each Lady in colour. Noise-cancelling earbuds rendered the Mummies deaf. The large bulge, where the mouths had to be? It betrayed the fact that each damsel had been heavily gagged: Chris, Ekaterina, Sybil, and Ragna had put the Ladies' woollen socks to good use.
They had put one pair of Socks into a used Nylon Stocking which filled now the mouths of the 11 Damsels. Translucent Tape ensured the Packing stayed in. But that was not all. Over each mouth and Nose, a well-used pair of hose had been tied. The crotch panel rested above the nose, the sweaty feet under the nose. A panty hood and a stocking cap completed the arrangements – before the heads had been wrapped.
Chris looked at her watch “They should wake up any minute now” As if on cue, the red mummy, which was Anna, began to stir. A very low moan escaped her packed mouth, and she flexed her nyloned soles. Tried to figure out what fate had befallen her. One after the other the Mummies returned to the waking world. Questioning moans filled the room – as each Damsel tried to figure out her predicament.
The Pianist smiled deviously as she took a tablet and pressed a button “Listen Friends!” she addressed her mummified friends “I am happy you are awake and ready to play” A chorus of heavily muffled retorts made clear: The Ladies did not share Chris´ obvious enthusiasm.
Patiently Chris waited “I am wounded” she chided her friends mockingly “Do you have any idea; how complex this operation was?” The pianist paused again “Those who were present back then in Aswan know, I promised you payback for the stunt you pulled on me – this is it. And I thought Anna and Rachel would gladly join you. The muffled responses of the red and the white mummy told Chris, that the two had a different point of view.
“As you probably have noticed by now, you sport all few enhancements! The blonde continued smiling “Two vibrating eggs taped against your soles, vibrating eggs in your pussies and anus´ and vibrating nipple clamps” Muffled curses and complaints greeted these words “Charlotte controls all tools and will execute a nice little program which guarantees Frustration and Pleasure for you and Amusement for me!”
Chris could not help herself but to gloat.
“Charlotte! You may execute the warm-up now!” Chris told the AI “Of course Chris!” the AI replied: The smart eggs at their soles and inside and the Nipple Clamps jumped into High. Heavily muffled moans filled the Room. Chris enjoyed the view of Anna´s nyloned soles- how she had missed this: Just innocent Games and fun! The Program worked perfectly. Almost simultaneously the 11 Mummies arrived at Orgasm Station. Heaving breasts and moans.
Merit had been disorientated when she regained consciousness. To process what had happened took her a while. What helped? Being mummified was not a new experience for her. She flexed her feet … and then the Vibrations between her legs had started. Now she was breathing heavily and trying to get her bearings again.
As she recovered from the Humdinger of an Orgasm Anna could not help herself to bask in its afterglow – a part of her – a very small part of her - if she was honest, wanted to trash her best friend thoroughly. The other, greater part congratulated the Pianist. To pull this off had been a masterstroke.
And Anna had to admit she wasn´t uncomfortable: Her head rested on a soft cushion, her friends had tied her hands parallel to her body, so she had not to lay on her bound arms, and soft pads between her ankles her knees and thighs ensured her ankles were not pressed against each other. The vibrating eggs and the nipple clamps? She could have lived without them – but Anna Romanova had to admit: She was very excited, and she felt definitely relaxed.
The Russian harboured the suspicion that the socks in her mouth were not her own. Anna flexed her feet, as much as the wrappings and the tape bonds around her insteps allowed it. She would have simply to wait. Except for wiggling her not-bound toes, she could do nothing.
Ekaterina watched smiling at the smallest of the Mummies: She had been wrapped in yellow: The German Cop was not tall, but she sported an impressive set of boobs. And she had strained so much against the wrappings as Orgasm hit her, Ekaterina had thought for a moment she would rip through the wraps.
Birte Ricciarelli had panicked for a moment when she had regained her faculties. When she had heard Chris´ voice she had relaxed. This was the first time she had been mummified – and she had to admit she couldn´t be cross with the blonde. Turnabout was fair play. Birte strained against her wrappings and chewed on the mass of socks in her mouth. What she didn´t know: Chris had added a pair of her panties to the mix.
With a devious grin, Ekaterina walked over to black wrapped mummy. Natasha was just regaining her faculties. The post-orgasmic glow receded slowly, and she became aware of her Predicament. Since the conspirators had put soft cushions under their heads, she wasn´t really uncomfortable. Suddenly she felt a heavy weight on her stomach: Someone was straddling her.
She felt a pair of hands playing with the nipple clamps. A sharp pain shot through her poor nipples, when the first one then the other clamp was removed. The heavy gag muffled her scream effectively. The Russian felt a pair of soft hands cupping her breasts. Massaging and squeezing them – first gently, but after a while rougher. The person straddling her pinched her already sensitive nipples tightly.
What she could not see was that Ekaterina took a flask with Finalgon …. Natasha groaned as the hands cupped her breasts again. But this time they rubbed some sort of balm on them. At first, nothing happened, but then a hot burning sensation shot through her breasts, getting more intense by the minute.
Ekaterina stood.
Chris smiled as she looked down on the ten Mummies, slowly getting their faculties again after the wild ride – the first wild ride “Charlotte?” “Yes Chis?” the AI responded “Let our friends simmer on low temperature. Do not activate the vibrating eggs on their feet – but set the smart eggs on medium – and don´t let them cum!” The blonde grinned “The first one was free, for the second one they have to work” “Of course Christine!” Charlotte AI responded – and Chris was sure she could hear her smile. At times, the perfect hearing of a world-class musician paid off.
Kate cursed. After the first powerful orgasm, she had hoped for more. The Vibrations now, were just what Sarah McKenzie called “Priming the pump” But honestly? They had deserved that – and Chris had been very clear, that she would do some serious payback “Nevertheless!” The Detective cursed “I want to cum, and I want to cum now!” But the hardened Detective could do nothing else than wait. She strained against her wrappings and moved the soles of her feet. Her nipples ached – but the Pain was bearable, for now.
Ragna shot her friend a glance: She had not seen Chris being so happy and relaxed since their return from Egypt. With each passing day here in the solitude of the wild landscape, she had gotten more relaxed. When they had visited List or another place on the Island heads turned after the Women. On one occasion, when they visited Kampen, where the Rich and Beautiful dwelled, a blonde good-looking fellow in his 30´s who reeked of money had approached Chris “Hello Blondie, might I tempt you to a Coffee with me?”
He had made a mistake. Chris hated to be called “Blondie” With two quick steps the blonde had closed the distance – and grabbed the man by the balls “No” she had smiled sweetly “You cannot tempt me” and squeezed. The man had almost wetted his pants.
Ragna smiled warmly at the Pianist “Ready to join the fun?” “Gladly” Chris smiled back. Near the squirming and moaning mummies stood a heavy wooden chair with a sturdy backside, before it a Footstool. At the mummy, which was Anna, the Pianist bowed – and tickled her between the toes of her right foot. The reaction was instantaneous. Anna flexed her feet and tried to move her toes. Her peals of laughter were heavily muffled.
Chris tickled her friend some more at her heels and the fleshy balls “Stop!” Anna screamed into her gag “Please stop!” And banged her Heels on the Floor – Chris was merciful. After three more Minutes. The Pianist walked to the Chair. The blonde stood before it, turned around, and smiled at Ekaterina and Ragna “Do your worst” “No doubt about that!”
The Icelandress smiled back “Are you prepared, Chris?” “I am” the blonde smiled coyly, who had already inserted two smart eggs: one in her Vagina, one in her Anus earlier. She wore her hair in a stylish bun, a green turtleneck, blue jeans, and thick woollen socks which matched her turtleneck in colour. Underneath the Socks, she wore nude hose.
“Hands” Ragna commanded. Smiling Chris stretched her arms out, so Ragna and Ekaterina could apply the heavily padded bondage mittens which rendered her hands useless “Keep your arms outstretched” Ekaterina ordered. The Russian wound a rope girdle tightly around Chris´ waist, before she took another, already preknotted length, which she fastened to the rope girdle at Chris's back, so its end dangled to the floor.
Boris Oblomov´s daughter took the end of the pre-knotted rope, pulled it through between Chris´ muscular thighs, and yanked it sharply upwards so that the knots rested in all the right places before she knotted it off. The Pianist had inhaled sharply, and her cheeks turned slightly rosy.
Like a well-oiled machine, Ragna and Ekaterina rendered Chris helpless: Ekaterina tied Chris´ hands, arms, and upper body. Ragna tied Chris´ legs: She began with a neat symmetric rope girdle directly under Chris´ crotch rope. Two more followed above the joint: One midthigh, one directly above the Joint. Symmetric rope bands. The blonde purred. She enjoyed the pressure of the ropes.
In the meantime, Ekaterina had tied Chris's mitted hands firmly together and squashed her elbows together above and below the joint. The figure eight breast harness framed the blonde´s full breasts neatly and symmetrically. Another rope band pressed Chris´ tied wrist against the small of her back. Playfully she tested the bonds. They were perfect.
She enjoyed her increasing helplessness thoroughly. After all the Drama and Action and bloodshed in the Desert, this felt like closure to her, to relinquish control. It felt good “Enjoying yourself?” Ragna seemed to have read Chris´ mind “Very” the blonde purred. The Icelandress had, in the meantime, tied Chris´ legs together: Under the knees and her calves. Her ankles her handler had saved – for now.
The Russian and the Icelandress helped Chris to sit down on the chair and stretched her bound legs out, so her feet protruded slightly above the footstool. Ekaterina welded Chris firmly to the chair. Ragna pulled Chris´ thick green woollen socks off her feet “For that we will have soon use” she smiled “I can´t imagine what for” the blonde chuckled. She shuddered and giggled softly as Ragna let her hands glide above the smooth nylon covering her soles.
The Pianist watched as the Icelandress took another length of rope:
Ragna tied Chris's pantyhosed feet together at the ankles and tied her ankles down firmly to the footstool. In anticipation, Chris flexed her nyloned soles. She had chosen nude hose today. The herculean Icelandress produced a thin piece of string. As she tied Chris's big toes together, the Pianist giggled softly, as her handler touched the sensitive flesh between her toes.
“You are ticklish there” Ragna grinned and let her finger glide between Chris´ left big toe and its neighbour. Chris´ eyes widened, and she shook her head emphatically “I will stop – for now!” the Icelandress smiled ominously “As if you wouldn´t know all my soft spot Ragan” The Pianist mused.
As a finishing touch, Ragna bound Chris´ toes back to the ropes around her ankles. The blonde wiggled her toes: This was the only mobility left “Nice nail polish!” Ragna complimented her. The shade of red-purple was exquisite – and through the nylon, the two golden toe rings shimmered. Ragna knew that Chris and Anna loved those rings. They were made by an exclusive Goldsmith in Hamburg. The pianist possessed an impressive collection.
“Aren´t you missing something?” Chris teased the other two women. Ragna let Chris´ Socks dangle before her eyes “We saved the best for last” She had not made empty threads. Her own socks in her mouth made Chris look like a chipmunk. Her Jaws already stood slightly ajar. Still, Ragna was not satisfied. With some effort, she pressed a pair of black lacy panties in Chris´ mouth. Since it was her own, they made for a tight fit.
Ekaterina took care that the packing stayed in place and wound a complete roll of translucent tape around Chris´ lower face – very tightly. The blonde´s face looked now oddly prolonged. One could see the gag packing clearly. But the Russian and the Icelandress weren´t yet finished:
The Russian took a very well-worn pair of her nude hose and tied it around Chris´ lower face so that the crotch panel rested firmly above the pianist´s nose while Ekaterina tied the sweaty soles directly under her nose. Chris´ complaints were very muffled. The “Perfume” was intoxicating.
Chris breathed through the used hose covering her hose and watched the Icelandress, filled with dread and anticipation.
Ragna took another pair of red panties and hooded the blonde, the crotch panel rested firmly above her already nylon-covered nose. Chris could not deny that the different scents aroused her. In the meantime, Ekaterina had produced a stocking cap, she pulled over Chris´ head. The finishing touch was a broad and heavy green silk shawl that covered Chris's face from Chin to the nose.
Sybil had watched pretty amused as Ekaterina and Ragna rendered Chris´ helpless “May I” she grinned – and held two vibrating eggs in her hand, in the other a roll of tape “By all means!” Ragna bowed mockingly. Soon the Tech Wizard had taped one egg against each sole and taped Chris´ nyloned feet together.
“Charlotte” Ragna addressed the AI “Chris is ready to join – and our mummies get bored, proceed with phase two” “Of course Ragna!” Chris´ eyes widened as the smart eggs worked her magic. The tickling sensation of the vibrating eggs taped against her soles made her try to move her feet – but in vain. Ragna and Ekaterina had done a perfect job.
“Something is still missing” Ragna wondered and looked at her lover and Sybil, which looked so much like Chrissy Marie. Her smile was sinister “Something is definitely missing” “She looks like a large predator” Sybil mused “She will not do that …. No, Ragna will not do that” But Ragna did.
30 Minutes later: The proverbial dust had settled. Very pleased with herself Ragna looked down at Sybil and Ekaterina. She had stripped both women down to her hose and panties only:
Ekaterina wore black panties and black hose, Sybil white panties and nude hose “Ebony and Ivory” the Icelandress chuckled. Ekaterina and Sybil knelt on soft cushions before the fireplace in kneeling hogties, her big toes tied back to their elbows. Several rope bands squashed them together boob to boob.
They were connected further through a common crotch rope, additionally to their individual crotch ropes. Their gags matched Chris´ gag. A tape band ensured that their gagged mouths were pressed against each other. Chris was totally unaware of these events: Three times the vibrations stopped before she got release – finally, Charlotte granted the pianist an earth-shattering orgasm. The chair creaked ominously as the blonde strained against her bonds.
Chris would have flexed her Soles and pointed her toes if those had not been tied back to her ankles. Greedily the blonde sucked air through the hose covering her nose, the panty hood, and the stocking cap. Her sight was slightly obscured, but she had watched how Ragna had handled her two helpers.
Still regaining her faculties, the blonde had not noticed that the Icelandress stood directly behind her. Chris's eyes widened as she felt two hands cupping her breasts, massaging them. Contentedly she moaned. Deviously Ragna played with her nipples.
“You like that!” her Lady in Waiting – as the Icelandress called herself – purred into her left ear.
At the same moment, the Eggs taped to Chris´ soles sprung into high gear. Her Laughter was muffled by the massive gag. Suddenly something wet and moist was pressed firmly on her nose “Those are mine” her handler whispered “I masturbated on them before I prepared Dinner” Chris felt dizzy. Then Ragna removed the pair of blue panties, allowing the pianist to breathe, before repeating the procedure.
Ekaterina and Sybil were in her own world: Ekaterina looked through the hose and the panty hood obscuring her sight in Sybil´s grey eyes. Their gagged and hooded heads were held together by several layers of tape: Ragna had gagged them the same way as the others – with a twist:
The Icelandress had “borrowed” a pair of Chris´ running socks and two pairs of the woollen Socks Anna had walked around in the house – a pair of woollen Socks and one running Sock filled their mouths. Before she covered their mouths with translucent tape, she had folded a heavy skiing sock into a thick pad and pressed it on their stuffed mouths.
Sybil rubbed her firm breasts against Ekaterina´s equally pair rhythmically. The Russian responded in kind and tugged at the crotch rope which connected them. Sybil tugged too … their simultaneous Orgasm was nothing else than spectacular. Both Women were breathing heavily.
The Icelandress looked at the tableau before her then at her watch: Charlotte would entertain her friends for another hour – before she would release them. Her bouillabaisse would be perfect by then – and Chris´ and Company would be very hungry after they had refreshed.
Ragna smiled and walked to Chris. The Pianist was basking in the afterglow of the second Orgasm. Her breast was heaving, she sucked greedily breath through her hose and panty-covered nose. Ragna stooped down. The Pianist tried to move her taped and tied soles: The vibrating eggs were in full gear: The herculean blonde grinned “What do you think Chris? Shall I remove the eggs and loosen the string that ties your toes to your ankles? The Pianist nodded emphatically “See, I am not entirely heartless” Ragna grinned and cut through the tape which held Chris insteps together.
The blonde visibly relaxed as she could move her feet again – the toe tie had been left in place though: With a smile, Ragna watched as Chris wiggled her toes and moved her nyloned soles up and down “I love it when you do that!” The blonde grinned “That comes with a price though!” She announced and fetched some things from a nearby table.
In Astonishment Chris watched as Ragna tied a rope girdle around her waist before she tied a very tight crotchrope!” That feels good!” she sighed “Hmmmpfh?” Chris questioned and watched as the Icelandress balled up a very large silk scarf and stuffed it in her own mouth. She mumbled something and took a large silken handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth too.
Pleased with its silencing effect she folded another shawl into a broad band and tied it tightly around her mouth, which was now covered from chin to nose: Her cheeks were bulging. But Ragna was not finished, she pulled a nude stocking over her head, covering her blonde hair. As a finishing touch, she tied a head scarf, which she nodded tightly under her chin.
Chris was watching at her friend with curiosity, what was Ragna up to?” “I can hear all the little turning in your head,” the other blonde thought. With a devious grin, she pulled Chris´ stocking cap up far enough she could stuff noise-cancelling earbuds in her ears. But the Icelandress wasn´t done – yet. She went behind Chris´ - suddenly Chris´ world got dark as Ragna applied a very heavily padded blindfold: Now the Pianist was deaf, dumb, and blind …
10 Minutes later Ragna looked down at Chris and was very pleased with herself: Chris´ head was totally covered in Silk Scarves – only Chris´ hose and panty-covered nose protruded from the mass of silk. The one scarf Ragna had knotted under her chin forced her jaws even tighter together.
Chris felt Ragna´s soft hands gliding above her silk-covered head and moaned contentedly. The complete sensory deprivation was as devious as it made her almost cum. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her upper thighs: Ragna had straddled her. She felt Ragna´s full breasts pressing against hers. Chris groaned.
With a grin, Ragna took a little remote control and activated the smart eggs in Vagina and Anus and pressed her upper body tightly against Chris´ The blonde felt the Vibrations keenly – in the same moment her own Vibrators sprung to life. Soon the two women were moving in the same rhythm …
Ragna had outdone herself in every aspect today.
Two hours later:
“Another refill!” Anna presented her empty bowl to Chris “You already had three helpings!” her best friend chided her “You will grow fat” Anna pouted “Alright” the Pianist conceded “Who could resist such charm!” and filled the Russian´s bowl a fourth time with Ragna´s bouillabaisse deluxe. The Icelandress had really outdone herself. “Mistress?” Anna and Chris turned heads. Merit smiled at them “It is my duty to serve Anna!” The Russian returned the smile “Today is among friends – you are my friend, Chris too. You will have enough opportunities to serve me Merit!”
The Pianist had followed the Exchange. It would be interesting to see how Merit would get along with Ragna ….
Chris took a sip of her wine: The dry, rich Pinot Blanc was the perfect companion to the rich soup – it was more a stew – Chris corrected herself.
The blonde looked around: Animated chatter, slightly rosy cheeks, still dreamy eyes. After Ragna had released them, the Girls had refreshed and had a change of wardrobe.
For Chris, this meant she had done a white woollen turtleneck, black leggings, nude hose of course, and two pairs of white thick woollen socks on her feet.
Chris smiled as she watched Merit: The young Egyptian had at first dubiously at the Bouillabaisse. Then she had tentatively swallowed a mouthful. Her eyes widened and then took a second mouthful. Her bowl had been emptied in no time. Chris and Anna´s Eyes had met. Both smiled broadly.
Birte Ricciarelli was having a Conversation with Kate, Sophie, and Evie. The German Detective had become an integral part of their group by now. Chris had to smile as she remembered their first meeting at the Offices of Art Incorporated several weeks ago. She had had her doubts about Birte Ricciarelli – but they had evaporated into mist.
For a moment her mind wandered to the Special Coordinator that arrogant bastard. She had meant what she told him. She would have a talk with the Chancellor at some point. Sybil had checked what Leonie Gräber had told her – and confirmed it. Maybe the Republic was in for another Earthquake soon: But not now and surely not today.
Chris was relaxed and happy. A warm feeling filled her as she looked around. To have such friends was a blessing, a gift. Without any of them, their Endeavour to End Al Mansours Cult and rescue Anna would have been doomed from the start. As different as they all were: They formed a real team. And Chris had even forgiven Natasha and Sarah McKenzie.
The Thief had found a new playmate – and the Russian was obviously smitten.
Chris helped herself to another bowl of Bouillabaisse – it was really delicious. Ragna was a Genius in the Kitchen. But where was Ragna? Chris looked around and her gaze fell on the heavy oaken table between the two Couches, next to the fireplace – and the Grand Piano. On it was Ragna.
Well, one could only guess it was Ragna. Chris watched the gargantuan bright blue very heavy down filled mummy sleeping bag and cracked a smile: An assortment of straps held the bag on the table: At the Ankles, under the knees, above the knees, Midthigh, at the waist, above and below the breasts. Muffled grunts and peals of laughter emanated from the really very heavily filled bag. In fact, it was three bags.
None of the others had known that Chris had purchased three complete sets of the Enhanced Restraining System. And nobody had known that the Pianist had one delivered to Sylt. Which – in Anna´s opinion – showed how far ahead the blonde had planned her revenge. Chris had been methodically and meticulously.
The Icelandress enjoyed herself – very much. This was the price she knew she had to pay and that she had accepted without any reservation. After she had freed her friends, there had been a short melee: Chris, Anna, and Hayley had tackled her, while Kirsty had pressed a thick cloth very heavily laced with Chloroform – Crawford´s brand – with an iron grip on Ragna´s face.
At first, the Icelandress had held her breath as long as she could. Till the blonde American had viciously tickled her under her high arches and that was why she was now here on the table. In three down-filled bags.
Ragna could not hear a thing. Noise-canceling earbuds ensured solitude. Basically, her predicament was similar to that she and Chris, Ekaterina, and Sybil had subjected their friends to.
With a few enhancements: Not only had she been wrapped three times in bright blue bandages. Before her tape-bound body had been encased into nylon. And she was lying on her bound arms, which had been tied at wrists and elbows. In fact, it resembled more an Armbinder fashioned of tape.
But since the Mummy Bag was very massive, she was rather comfortable – somehow Ragna felt like lying on a mattress – so thick the three bags were together. She flexed her nyloned feet. No, she tried: Chris had tied her big toes back to her ankles. At the moment the electric toothbrushes, three to each sole, were off. For how long? Ragna did not know.
Outdone themselves their friends had with the gag. One could say this was overkill: Two used pairs of socks, Ragna suspected Anna and Chris, and two pairs of panties – supplied by Kirsty and Hayley filled her mouth to the absolute maximum. The socks were not very fresh – to say the least. The Panties tasted very very ripe. Ragna could not know that – but the two lovebirds had worn those Panties four days ago on their morning run and masturbated on them too.
A complete roll of translucent tape ensured that the packing stayed in place – not that Ragna would have been able to dislodge the gag packing. Several layers of thick woollen socks and used hose covered her lower face. Each Lady had contributed – with delight. Natasha had been the first, Chris had added one sock of her run today. One had been Ekaterina´s.
Ragna concentrated on her breathing. In through the nose, out through the nose. In through the nose, out through the nose. That was easier said than done:
The Icelandress had been hooded with four pairs of panties – which were moist – after the festivities earlier. Ragna had to concede, that the four stocking caps were absolutely overkill – but she enjoyed a massive gag as much as the last girl. Over each panty hood a stocking cap had been pulled:
Chris´ green lacy panty had been first, Rachel´s white ones next, Sophie had added her panties, while Sarah McKenzie had supplied her blue lace panties. The Mix made for an intoxicating perfume – which aroused the Icelandress. She was ready to rape a goat. So far Charlotte had not granted her an orgasm. Instead, the AI had frustrated her – four times …. And the toothbrushes under soles had been devious. Two pressed their heads against her fleshy balls, one against the heel of each foot.
The vibrators filling her vagina and her anus sprang into high gear – and the vibrating nipple clamps as well – and the toothbrushes … Ekaterina had known exactly where to place them. Ragna´s soft spots were her balls and her heels. Especially her fleshy balls: Tickling her there drove Ragna surely mad.
The smoothness of the Pantyhose maximized the effect. Ekaterina had taken care to tape the electric toothbrush heads very firmly against “strategic” pressure points. The Icelandress wanted to move her feet, but her options were limited: She could move her soles a bit up and down – and wiggle her not tied toes.
The different sensations from her feet, between her legs, her nipples, and her gag were absolutely toxic. In a good way. She sensed it: This time Charlotte would allow her to cum! She was sure! The blonde strained against her wraps. But they held – as did the straps.
Anna grinned and pointed at the Mummy Bag “Ragna is having fun!” “Sure” Chris grinned deviously. Ragna´s laughter was severely muffled. The Table creaked audibly, and the Mummy Bag bounced visibly. The Russian addressed Charlotte “You may grant Ragna an Orgasm now!” “Of course, Anna!” And the Violinist was sure to detect a smile in the AI´s voice.
Chris smiled – a warm feeling filled her body as she looked around:
Life could be so simple.
Chris clanked glasses with Anna. Everything was alright – or wasn´t it?
Late December
The Chancellors Daughter:
Berlin: Bundeskanzleramt
Three days till Christmas. The Feast of Love. The Chancellor felt not very forgiving or loving at the Moment. Konrad Gräber felt like Charles Dickens´ Ebenezer Scrooge. The Ghosts of Christmas Past had come to haunt him.
Bundeskanzler Konrad Gräber was Restless. The Opposition was giving him a tough time as was his own Coalition: The Reds, the Greens, and the Yellows. After the last election they had started so well – but now? The Polls were devastating. All the internal grapple and strife. And on top of this?
This Appointment, the Appointment: Vandenberg had told him it would be unwise to postpone it “This Woman will not stop. And she knows things” The Chancellor had raised his eyebrows “Does she?” His Eyes drilled into those of the Special Coordinator “I thought it was your job to deal with that Problem, wasn´t it?”
Vandenberg had shifted uncomfortably under this Gaze but held his Ground “Nobody could have anticipated the Outcome of this Affair.” He paused “Not to meet Christine von der Marwitz would be a mistake.”
He added “She has visited the Clinic, Leonie is in. Attempts to dissuade her” Vandenberg paused “Were not successful.”
The Chancellor had not asked about the Nature of these “Attempts” – plausibly deniability was one of his Credos.
That had been days ago:
Gräber looked up, and without knocking the Special Coordinator strode to the Door. Gräber was not amused “What?” Vandenberg was unimpressed “The meeting you know” The Chancellor scoffed “That meeting.” “This is important Konrad” Only a few People were allowed to use that informal Address. “I know Marcus” the Chancellor conceded – more calmly.
The two Men went back long. Gräber always had promoted the younger Man´s Career. And Marcus Vandenberg had paid that Trust back, as the Chancellors Troubleshooter. Resolute, competent, swift on the uptake, merciless, and above all discreet Vandenberg had cleared all obstacles. Always. Till now.
Without him, Gräber knew, his bid for the ultimate Power might not have been successful. And then Leonie had happened. That his Daughter had joined an ancient cult that wanted to cleanse the Earth with a Weapon of Mass Destruction had been highly inconvenient – and Leonie knew things. Other Things. Which might be damaging.
One Part of him had hoped the Rescue Operation would go awry. He loved his wayward Daughter. At least he told that himself. The other Part of him. The Politician had hoped she would never come back again.
So as Vandenberg had come up with the Idea to “outsource” the search for his Daughter he had found this a clever idea. Plausible Deniability. But things had gone wrong from the Start. There had been that Lawyer of von der Marwitz, Sophie Reichenbach, she had left them no rabbit hole to escape – and that Cop from Europol had also been a real Nuisance.
But the biggest Problem posed Christine von der Marwitz and Anna Romanova, or Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrova Romanova with her full title. Marcus had briefed him with the scarce facts he knew – but the Picture was clear enough. To target them in any way would be unwise. Even more so after the Events of the last three days ….
Vandenberg was certain though that the Pianist would keep her side of the bargain and keep her silence. Leonie on the other hand. The Special Coordinator had told his Mentor about the Conversation the two Women had with him at the Airfield as they handed Leonie over. Von der Marwitz unveiled Warning. But he had no Choice.
The two Men kept their silence for a spell. A knock at the Door interrupted them. Michaela Bender, the Chancellors Personal Assistant entered. Vandenberg and Gräber looked at her “Frau von der Marwitz has arrived, Herr Bundeskanzler”.
As usual, the lithe blonde was perfectly professional, her bright Voice betrayed nothing. The Special Coordinator and the Chancellor looked at each other. Vandenberg nodded imperceptibly “Send her in” Gräber announced. He stood behind his Desk Vandenberg at his side.
Chris was curious. The Weather in Berlin was dreadful, snowy, rainy, and windy. With one word: Unpleasant. Anna had insisted on coming with her, but Chris had been adamant. This she would do alone. Grudgingly the Russian had accepted to wait outside in the Car. The Pianist was fairly sure, the Meeting would not last that long.
She had been treated with professional Respect by Security and noticed the admiring and leering views of some of the male Staff. She was used to that. If those men only knew … Chris chuckled. She could have taken them apart easily – without breaking a Sweat. The Pianist knew very well what those Men saw in her:
A tall blonde Woman, with impressive “Assets” – easy prey.
But they were lucky; The blonde was focused on that meeting with the Chancellor.
A grim smile curled her lips for a second. He was in for a surprise. For the Occasion Chris had done her business Uniform: a Black Power suit by Max Mara and Platform heels by Gianvito Rossi. She knew she was taller than the Politician in her stockinged Feet – and with her heels? She would look down on him. Gräber would not like that.
Now she waited before the Chancellors' Office Rooms on the seventh floor of the Federal Chancellery. To be honest, she enjoyed this Situation very much. She held all the Cards. Even if Gräber and Vandenberg did not know that. Chris smiled: She was the Warrior Princess of the North after all.
The Chancellor´s PA interrupted her musings “The Bundeskanzler will see you now Frau von der Marwitz” Chris smiled “Thank you” and strode through the two-winged wooden Doors. The Chancellor stood behind his Desk, the Special Coordinator on his right. The blonde recognized this as was it was: The Attempt of a Powerplay. Chris smiled inwardly. This would be fun.
Konrad Gräber looked at the tall blonde Woman who strode through the Doors, her long blonde shimmering hair fell in waves down her shoulders, like a golden Stream. The Chancellor was mesmerized: She seemed to glide on her High Heels and – this his fine-tuned antennas registered at once – the blonde Pianist radiated Power.
Gräber was used to assess people quickly and he was good at that.
Christine von der Marwitz was entirely confident and not impressed to meet the Chancellor of the Federal Republic of Germany. Nor was she insecure or intimidated in the slightest. Overall, she behaved as if she owned the Room.
And there were her emerald, green eyes, piercing him. Her smile was friendly – sort of – but intimidating as well. Her Gaze shifted to the Special Coordinator – and this time her smile was that of a Predator. Vandenberg felt uncomfortable under that piercing look.
One Meter before the Chancellor's Desk she stood. And she smiled. Gräber fumed inwardly “What a pleasure to meet you Herr Bundeskanzler” Her Alto Voice was melodious and rich The blonde was perfectly at ease.
Chris had forced his hand:
The Chancellor walked around his desk and extended his Hand “It is my pleasure to meet you, such a great musician, what did you play at the Elbphilharmonie lately, that Romanian Composer” The Pianist´s handshake was firm – very firm if he was honest.
And those piercing green eyes. He felt uncomfortable under that gaze. Her smile though was warm, and just a tad condescending “Thank you, Chancellor, it was Bartok – and he was a Hungarian” Her smile was still warm.
Gräber pointed to the landscaped interior “Why don´t we have a seat” Chris smiled “Gladly” The Pianist followed her host. Vandenberg was two steps behind her. Chris slung one leg above the over and faced the Chancellor.
The Special Coordinator remained standing like a guard behind him “Could I tempt you to something to drink? Tea, Coffee, Water – we have even green Tea, you prefer that Marcus told me” Gräber played the polite Host, he tried, but Chris had to give him that.
“Herr Bundeskanzler, thank you. I am perfectly fine” she smiled “You surely have a full Calendar so let us come straight to the Point” If Gräber was taken aback he did not show “Of course” Chris sensed though the Atmosphere had changed, Vandenberg and his Boss were on their guard.
The Pianist still did smile, but it was colder now “When we returned your daughter to you in November, I warned the Special Coordinator – who is your Eyes and Ears as we know – to treat Leonie well. I would learn if she would not”.
Chris fixated on both men “Obviously your friend Marcus did not heed my warning Herr Bundeskanzler” Gräber wanted to respond – but the blonde cut across him “I have irrefutable Evidence” Now her smile was cold and hard “Tell me Marcus” it sounded like a Curse “Where is Leonie right now?” She turned to Gräber “We both know”.
The Temperature had fallen several Degrees more. The Chancellor was furious. Who was this Woman who dared to talk to him like this? “I am what I am” The blonde smiled coldly as if she had read his thoughts.
Conversationally she continued “There is that private clinic at Berlin Wannsee” Vandenberg and the Chancellor exchanged a look “Yes, Professor Metzger was very helpful” The pianist smiled “And we obtained the Medical Record of Leonie and some very interesting footage too”.
Disdainfully she added “There were some low-class goons who tried to put me into a Straitjacket, threw me into a padded cell, and threw away the key … You can imagine I declined to stay” She smiled “The Grand Duchesse incapacitated some of those Goons – permanently. It is so difficult to find dependable Personnel these days ….” Vandenberg felt uncomfortable under that penetrating gaze “Two of them muttered your Name Marcus … when we questioned them”.
Coolly the blonde looked from Vandenberg to Gräber who stared at her. “I tell you know how this goes” Chris´ Voice was hard like steel now “You have two options: Number one? You take care that Leonie is released and treated as she deserves”.
Gräber stared in impotent fury at her “And Number Two?” The Pianist smiled nonchalantly “That Herr Bundeskanzler is simple” She paused “The whole Material we obtained will go public” Her smile broadened “And I don´t think you won´t look too good – the Public can be merciless – and if I have a look at the Polls …”
The Pianist looked at the delicate Watch she wore on her left Wrist “You have two Minutes – and if in two Hours Leonie is still in that Clinic – you can kiss goodbye to your Career.”
The Chancellor fumed inwardly, Chris could see that “You cannot do this” The Pianist smiled coldly “Obviously I can” she smiled broader “Do not even try to think about getting back at me or one of my team – or task Marcus with the dirty Work - again” Chris looked both men straight in the eye “You threaten me” Gräber fumed “No” The blonde smiled coolly “I just state the Facts”.
The two men and the blonde looked each other in the Eye, it was a contest of Wills. It was Vandenberg who spoke after he exchanged a quick glance with his Boss “Deal” Chris smiled “I love it to talk with reasonable men” She looked at her Watch, then back to the Chancellor “You have two Hours from now” The Pianist paused “One minute later ….”
“And” Chris looked first at the Chancellor then at Vandenberg “Remember what I said. All of it” She paused “The Press will have a field day if anything happens to me or my friends” Chris fixated on the Chancellor “The Pardon you signed would not make a good impression in Public, or Leonie´s Records.”
Chris smiled “I can tell you the names of People who tried to double cross me Chancellor” Her smile grew colder “Most of them won´t respond to your Calls. They dine in Hell” The Pianist smiled at Vandenberg and then at the Chancellor “Ask him, he knows”.
Vandenberg froze, he sensed the Waves of Icy Coldness the blonde radiated.
“Herr Bundeskanzler, Marcus” The Pianist smiled „I am happy we understand each other.”
With an elegant Movement she uncrossed her long legs and rose in a fluid motion “Don´t bother to show me out Marcus” She turned to the Chancellor “It was a pleasure to meet you” She smiled – and turned elegantly on her heels and strode out.
At the door, she looked back “Do not forget any Word I said. Two Minutes!”
Both Men looked in bewilderment after her.
They could not see it, but Chris smiled broadly.
Later in the Car. Chris fastened her safety belt and Anna drove off.
“How did it go?” the Russian smiled “They got the Memo” Chris smiled.
Her Smartphone signalled an incoming message. The blonde read it. It contained one word: “Deal”.
Chris smiled even more broadly.
The End?