TayDay95 wrote: â3 years ago
So good to see the Dark Lady doing what she does best again! There truly is an intricate game being played here and now I'm wondering if she'll get her hands on our three girls again, or if this time, since they're aware of her presence, they'll be able to subdue her instead!
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And now the answer to your questions [mention]TayDay95[/mention] and [mention]GreyLord[/mention]
Chapter V:
An hour later Hotel Europäischer Hof:
Christine watched from her hiding spot as the Dark Lady left the Hotel and began her jogging tour.
Finding out the Suite, which the Dark Lady had booked, had not been exactly difficult. Entering the Hotel had not been especially hard either.
Christine crossed the street and entered the Hotel Lobby and took the elevator to the fourth floor. Unsurprisingly the Dark Lady had chosen, the most lavish suite, she could find.
Well, this time Sarah McKenzie would be the one, who would be in for a surprise. Christine could barely suppress a wicked grin.
In front of Suite 356 Anna and Kate awaited her. The duplicated key card made access easy. They entered the Suite. Kate went to the Panorama Window and enjoyed the view for a moment then turned around: âWe proceed as planned?â
âYesâ, Anna chuckled; "I can hardly wait for the look on her faceâ
âBe patient children!" Christine admonished her Companions. âNow all we have to do is waiting. If the Dark Lady follows her routine, we have an hour, till she shows up. But we must be prepared for all scenarios. Positions please now Ladies. Anna you hide in the bath, Kate you in the adjacent room.â
Now they had to wait. Christine placed herself on the arm chair at the table, which stood in the middle of the Suite. As soon as the Dark Lady would cross the short hallway, she would see Christine â and then âŚ.
One hour later:
Sarah McKenzie aka The Dark Lady left the elevator. She was tired, but relaxed as ever after her run. She inserted the Key card. The lock clicked and Sarah entered, crossed the short hallway and stopped dead in her tracks, as she entered the main room of the Suite.
Christine enjoyed the surprise on the face of the villainess immensely. She grinned: âYou know, you should see the look on your face! I'm sooo happy we see each other again so soon, Peter sends his best!â
In the same moment the Dark Lady felt a sharp pain in her neck. The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was Kate's pleasant voice, softly whispering in her ear "Soo good to see you!â Then all went black.
Christine, Anna and Kate looked down at her fallen enemy for a moment. âThat went smoothlyâ, Kate could not hide her satisfaction.
Christine nodded: âIndeed let's waste no time. Would you to be so kind to prepare our guest?â
âIt will be an honour!â Anna bowed. Then she and Kate set to work.
While Kate stripped the unconscious Dark Lady of her Jacket and shirt, just leaving her Bra on. Anna relieved their guest of honour of her running shoes and pulled her sweaty socks off.
âThese will be perfect for the occasionâ, Anna grinned â and then stopped obviously surprised: Under her socks the Dark Lady wore Pantyhose.
âWho wears hose under her training clothes?â Anna mused. âBoy those are sweatyâ, she let her fingers glide across the nylon clad soles of the Dark Lady. âThis complicates things! I wanted to gag her with her smelly socks, now I do have to choose between sweaty socks and sweaty hose.â
âYou are thinking about it all wrong.â replied Kate. "It is not about which, it is about, keeping everything together. You gag her with her socks and use the hose to hold everything in place!â
"You are a genius Kateâ, Anna smiled.
âI have my momentsâ, Kate replied with mocked modesty.
âHurry you two! We have no time to looseâ, Christine admonished her companions.
Kate and Anna smiled at each other and began selecting ropes and choosing who would tie what first.
Kate and Anna examined their handy work both wore expressions of extreme satisfaction. The Dark Lady lays helpless before them. The prideful professional wore only her bra and panties.
Her limbs were cruelly hogtied, her wrists bound tightly together and attached to the ropes binding her legs above the knee, while her ankles were bound tightly and secured to her elbow bindings. It took both women to pull the ropes sufficiently tightly, to satisfy their need for revenge.
The hog tie would have been sufficient, but the two friends had tied the Dark Lady down to the bed too. So tight, that even leaning in one direction was impossible. They had placed her with her head to the foot of the bed.
âToo bad, her hair is so shortâ, Anna said regretfully. âI would have liked to return the favour tying her hair back to her toes. That was really uncomfortable. But we made the best out of it.â
The lower Part of her victim´s face was buried from chin to nose by layer after layer of ace bandages. Anna had packed the Mouth of the Dark ladies mouth with her socks and cleave gagged her with her own hose.â
Kate sat thoughtfully for a moment, before she smiled cruelly. "Just a minute." she says rifling through their prisoners drawers, until she found what she needed
She took a pair of tights and rolls up one of the legs, before pulling it down over the Dark Lady's head until the tight foot end stretched over her head like an opaque hood. Kate then took the free leg of the tights and uses them to pull their victims head back and secure the tights tightly to her big toes.
Anna looks on in open mouthed shock and hilarity in equal measure, to which Kate shrugs and says, "Improvisation is key."
Kate observed: âShe is coming aroundâ, as indeed the Dark Lady began to stir. They sat across from her on the couch, so that the Dark Lady would view directly at them, when she opened her eyes.
Sarah McKenzie´s head hurt and she could not move. She had a bad taste in her mouth and her head felt like it was in a vice. She resisted the temptation to open her eyes. Ever the professional, she assessed her situation first.
This not the first time she was in a situation like this. But it had been a while. She had been stripped to Bra and Panties and tied up and gagged. Tightly. Her captors had obviously gagged her with her own socks. And hog tied her, with a brutal efficiency that she would be proud of. She could not move a muscle. Wiggling her toes, but that was about it. She was also tied down to her bed she assumed.
The Dark Lady was far from scared. She judged her captors not as cold blooded Killers or sadists. There would be some payback. But the situation could be much worse, she mused when she opened her eyes.
Directly in front of her sat the three Detectives. The American and the Russian were obviously very pleased with themselves. That explained the hog tie and the sock gag, the Dark Lady thought. Her Vision was slightly blurred thanks to the hose covering her head
Next to Anna Romanova sat Christine von der Marwitz, looking her directly in the eyes. And a closer look at her face gave the Dark Lady the creeps. Suddenly she was not so sure that she would escape unharmed anymore.
The beautiful features of the Pianist were expressionless. But it was those beautiful green eyes that let a chill ripple down her back. There was no hot fury in those eyes, but icy coldness. Sarah had the feeling, that those eyes looked deep directly in her soul and turned it to ice.
Steely determination she sensed. But there was something else the Dark Lady could not place and that made Sarah McKenzie very uneasy. She was not spooked easily, but those beautiful cold eyes? Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Unconsciously she pulled against the ropes holding her, to no effect.
Christine stared at her, then broke eye contact and exchanged a look with the Violinist. Anna spoke, ââWelcome to the world of the living! Honestly we feared that we overdosed a bit. I am sure you are curious, about what we will do with you. So I will come straight to the point and spare you the pleasantries. You probably think that we will torture you to get informations and a little payback.â
âAs much as we would accommodate you, I have to disappoint you: We will not torture the hell out of you. This is not the place to do this properly and those things tend to be messy. Think of the poor room service who would have to clean up this room in the morning.â
Anna could not supress a malevolent grin. "So we will not resort to torture, this is the good news for you. The bad news for you and the good news for usâ, Anna pointed at her two friends: âYou will tell us everything we want to know and you will do that willingly.â
She pauses for a moment to let her point sink in, âYou wonder how that is possible?â The Russian asked her mute victim.
âWith a little help of our friends.â Anna took small vial which stood in front of her. It contained a colourless liquid, crystal clear. âThis is Veritas-Serumâ she triumphed. âSee, my dear friend, you are not the only one with good contacts to the wizarding world.â
âDid you know that the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall is a good friend of ours? We helped retrieving a certain magical object and since then we have very good relations with Hogwarts. Isn't this wonderful?â Anna gloated, playfully.
The Dark Lady did not respond.
âLet us cut to the chase: We will inject you with this wonderful potion and you will us tell everything we want to know, willingly and truthfully.â
With that the Russian took a syringe out of her pocket, filled it with the potion and strode casually to her prey. The Dark Lady felt a sharp jab in her neck.
A warm feeling crept through her. She felt totally at ease, relaxed. Those Detectives wanted to know things? Of course she would help!
Kate and Anna exchanged looks. Anna began by removing the tights then unwrapping the gag. At last she pulled the soggy socks out of the Dark Lady´s unresisting mouth.
âYour turn Kateâ, Anna said to her friend graciously and bowed before the American.
âWatching a Professional at work is always fascinatingâ, Christine mused. And Kate was one of the most skilled Interrogators the world had ever seen, Ryan and Esposito had told Chris, during their time in New York.
After an hour Kate asked her last question. She concluded: âThat is about all she knowsâ
âYou are sure?â Anna asked.
âPositiveâ, Kate shrugged. Anna exchanged a look with Christine, who hadn't said anything till now. Chris nodded.
Anna stood up and held something before Sarah´s eyes: An enormous ball gag. "Must be around 2,5 inches at least." the Dark Lady thought. âTime to shut you up againâ, she said cheeringly â and pressed and prodded the ball in the unresisting mouth of the Dark Lady and fastened the straps behind her head. Tightly but surprisingly gentle.
Christine gave her a long lock and spoke at last:
âSarah, I may call you Sarah? you may wonder what is in store for you, now we know everything you know. The cloned hard drive of your laptop will tell us the rest. So what should we do with you?â Her tone was calm, unmoved, and bare of any emotion. And that made it even chillier.
The Dark Lady was suddenly very cold. Anger and fury she would have understood and expected. But that clinical coldness was a totally different matter.
âLet me enlighten youâ, Christine continued in the same almost conversational tone. The temperature in the room had fallen below zero.
âPeter was not only an Informant. Peter was a friend and there were times he was my whole world.â Christine registered the surprise on the Dark Lady´s face. âYou didn't know that? Sloppy research, and I thought you considered yourself a professionalâ, every word was full of disdain.
âSo, the moment you pulled the trigger on that roof in Hamburg and took him away from me, you took that game on a whole new level. You and your boss, you made that personal." she takes a deep slow breath, and continues âAnd you will regret it, be sure of that. One way or the other you will pay. And since you are already here, I will begin with you.â
âPrepare her!â She said to Anna and Kate.
Christine´s two companions released the Dark Lady from her hogtie. Her legs flopped back on the bed. âWhat a reliefâ, Sarah McKenzie thought. She had little time to recover though.
Her Jailers took her by the Arms and pulled her upright, they helped her to stand on the floor. Needles ran through her legs, as she stood a little unsteady on her bound legs.
While Anna held her upright, Kate retrieved a silken cushion and put it on the floor. Together they guided the Dark Lady down onto her knees. Christine had followed the proceedings unimpressed. Again she changed a look with Anna.
âThat is so unnervingâ, that cold, emotionless manner, the Dark Lady thought.
Anna went to the great bag which stood on the floor and took a large wooden box out of it. The box was rectangular, made from dark polished wood, around one meter long.
She went to Christine bowed her head and presented her the box. Christine returned the bow. Anna still held the box out to her friend balancing it across her palms. Christine opened the box, looked at its contents and nodded. Anna returned the nod, turned on her heels and went to the kneeling Dark Lady and showed her the contents of the box:
And that the Dark Lady saw: In the box on a cushion of blood red velvet laid a daisho. The two traditional swords of a Samurai: the long Katana and the shorter wakizashi. Both in beautifully made scabbards form black lacquered wood.
The Dark Lady looked at the pair of swords. Christine´s voice brought her back to reality: âThis daisho is 500 years old. It was made by the famous Senga Murasama and passed down from father to son, through the centuries.â
âBut I will not bore you to death with the history of the swords. My Sensei presented me with these swords, since there was no living heir left and he considered me worthy to carry those swords.â
Her look must have showed her surprise, the Dark Lady thought.â
âYou did not knew that either?â, Christine said pleasantly. âWhy do I tell you this? I could simply put a bullet into your head. But since you are a warrior, I will treat you with the respect you deserve. What is the phrase? Live by the sword...â She lets her voice trail off.â
Now the Dark Lady befell a dark foreboding, "Does she seriously intend to behead me with that sword?â
Christine was clearly amused as she saw recognition on Sarah´s face, but said nothing; instead she nodded to Anna again who placed the open box on the table.
âThere are certain preparations in order, before we can continueâ, she said almost apologetically. âLet us get more comfortable first.â Christine stepped out of her heels and disrobed, folded her clothing neatly, and laid them on the couch. Now she stood in just sports bra, panties and hose before her prey.â
She began some stretching moves, obviously to warm her muscles up. When she was satisfied, she looked at Anna. Anna retrieved the box bowed and presented it to Christine again. After she had bowed in return, Christine took the Katana with both hands.
With one fluid motion she removed the Sword from its scabbard and put the scabbard back in the box. Anna bowed again and put the box back on the table.
And then Christine began with a complex Kata, each move more complex than the one before. The blade cutting the air with a swish, with each strike at an invisible foe. â
The Dark Lady had seen such exercises a few times, but never in such seemingly effortless perfection. Fluid moves, elegant and with such a speed, that the blade was barely recognizable. Then with utmost precision the Pianist brought the blade down and stood perfectly motionless. Christine presented the sword, bowed before her audience and greeted them. Silence.
Christine broke the silence at last. âWe can proceed now.â She positioned herself aside the Dark Lady, in the traditional stance a Samurai assumes when beheading someone. She swung the Sword high. The Sword hovered high in the air, in moments the stroke would fall.
Strangely enough, the Dark Lady felt no fear. The blade fell. The Dark Lady braced herself for the inevitable: The pain, then Oblivion. She felt a sharp pain at her neck. She couldn´t believe it. Her head sat still on her shoulders. She lived still.
Then she heard Christine´s Voice: âThat scar in your neck shall remind you for the rest of your life, that we took you like you were an amateur, got everything you know from you and could have killed you.â
"Fate was kind to you. You pulled the trigger, but Carl von Winterfeldt gave the order. You were the instrument of his will. Tell him this: I spared your life, but I will not spare his. I will come for him. And I will not be as merciful as I have been with you." Christine said, coldly. â
Sarah felt a prick at her neck and then âthe world went black.