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This is the first update for this week - then there will an intermission of two Weeks.
Chapter 76
“The Quest begins”
The next day: Alexandria, Al Jussuf Antiquities
Evie and Sophie stood before the stylish façade of Al Jussuf Antiquities located at the Al Hadrah Quarter of Alexandria – not five Miles from the International Airport. They had landed yesterday in the late afternoon on a small private airfield outside the city. There two BMW´s had already awaited them. Provided by Europol and funded by a secret fund – as Vandenberg had explained to them.
Grudgingly Berlin and Brussels had agreed to the terms Sophie had named. But Chris had given green light only after Sophie had thoroughly checked the Paperwork and especially the order signed by the chancellor and Vandenberg.
The lawyer had driven a hard bargain and sent the document back three times till she was satisfied. “I think” Anna had grinned “You have a new friend in Berlin Sophie” – the lawyer had just shrugged “I hate sloppy work, especially when it is pretty obvious your counterpart wants to screw you over”
From the airfield they had driven to their quarters for their stay in Alexandria, a small colonial style Villa at Cleopatra´s beach, with a Garden and from the first floor a fantastic view across the Mediterranean. Early October was the perfect time for a stay in Egypt. With 25 Degrees Celsius it was pleasant enough. Not nearly as hot as in the Summer when 50 Degrees Celsius were nothing out of the ordinary.
Before they had refreshed, Anna had insisted to search the complete house from top to bottom for trackers and other devices of similar sort “Look what I have found!” the Russian had exclaimed when they searched the living room. Whatever she had found had been cleverly hidden though inside of a lampshade. “A tracker” she accused Birte Ricciarelli.
“And if I am not entirely mistaken, one frequently used by your agency” The Violinists dark eyes had drilled into Ricciarelli´s brown ones “This is how you build trust” she added acidly - Birte had supressed the intense feeling to hit the wall – no, to hit her Boss or Vandenberg squarely between the eyes.
Anna spoke into the microphone “Listen Guys! Another stunt of this sort and our deal is off!” threw the tracker on the floor and smashed the tiny sensor under her heel. All eyes had turned to Birte:
“Listen Detective” Chris von der Marwitz spoke finally – with surprising calmness “I will not hold this against you. This is more Vandenberg´s style I think. Tell your boss though: If this happens ever again our deal is off – and I will personally kick his ass – and that of Vandenberg too, literally!”
The blonde turned on her heels and left the room, followed by her friends.
Now Sybil and Evie stood before Al Jussuf Antiquities. According to the mysterious informant´s informations of the one large piece of the stela was in possession of Al Jussuf, a fairly prominent Art Dealer when it came to Egyptian Antiquities. Birte Ricciarelli had told them that Europol and the Egyptian Authorities suspected Al Jussuf of shadowy business-deals – but hard evidence was scarce: The business was very well connected. Chris and her friends had decided Sybil and Evie should make an appointment with the Arts Dealer – for two reasons:
First Anna and Chris stood out way too much, thanks to their height and reputation. Secondly Evie and Sophie possessed much more credibility as potential clients: Evie as renowned Egyptologist and Sophie as Corporate Lawyer.
From the other side of the street Chris, Anna and Birte watched as the lawyer and the Egyptologist entered the building. The Russian had a tablet on her knees. Birte still felt not entirely comfortable around the two women, especially after yesterday´s incident.
She had it to give though to the Russian and the German that they acted totally professionally “What now?” the detective asked “Now we wait” the blonde returned without leaving Al Jussuf´s premises out of her sight, her green eyes hidden behind Sun Glasses, her blonde mane covered by a silken head scarf.
Inside:
Sophie and Evie exchanged a look: For their appointment with Al Jussuf both women had chosen conservative business attire: The lawyer had opted for a beige power suit with matching Gianvito Rossi Heels, while the Egyptologist had chosen a light blue suit. The evening before Evie had lectured Sophie about the cultural etiquettes in Egypt “Avoid direct eye contact and don´t try to shake their hand. No conservative Muslim will shake the hand of a woman, especially not that of a Christian”
The interior of Al Jussuf´s antiquities was as cool and stylish and modern as the exterior: In very modern showcases Sophie saw a selection of antiques. Evie nodded subtly “These are originals not copies” – they were greeted by a tall dark haired Egyptian. The woman was strikingly beautiful and wore a conservative black power suit “Samira al Nasri” Sophie read on the name tag.
“You must be Doctor Reichenbach and Professor Callahan!” the accountant greeted them – she spoke English with only a barely noticeable accent “She sounds polite” Sophie thought “But her smile does not reach the grey eyes” The lawyer´s neck-hair´s rose. She trusted her instincts: Something was off – not that Sophie was surprised.
Dangers lay behind them, Dangers lay before them, Dangers lay around them. But they had known that clearly, when they embarked on this quest; “It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.” The lawyer did not know why this quote sprang out of nowhere to her mind.
What Sophie regretted though they had decided to go unarmed; but: A heavy HK 23 Hand gun in her bag surely would have raised questions. And that would simply not do. Sophie and Evie had just to rely on their back up – and they had made progress in that regard, since their encounter with Anck-Sun-Amun in London, where Evie and Sophie had been captured by the High Priestess and gone through hell:
Had Sophie not been clever enough to insert a tracker in her Vagina, Chris and their friends would have probably never been able to save them. Sybil had worked on that idea and came up with a brilliant idea. But Sophie was nervous nevertheless, as they returned the greeting now, not that it did show outwardly:
“Yes” she replied entirely professional “I am Doctor Sophie Reichenbach and this is Professor Evie Callahan” she pointed at the brown haired Egyptologist “We had an appointment”
“If you would follow me?” the Egyptian bade them politely. They followed their host through a long corridor. Their heels clicked eerily loud on the polished black marble. To Sophie´s trained hearing the sound was disturbing. Evie´s left hand touched her as if by accident ….
They stopped before a polished door, made of polished ebony wood. Samira knocked and a deep voice called “Enter” – they stepped over the threshold – and Sophie stopped in her tracks. The man behind the large desk was not Suleiman Al Jussuf.
He was in his fifties the lawyer estimated and according to their informations Al Jussuf had to be in his seventies “He definitely uses to much brilliantine” Sophie thought scornfully. The dark haired Egyptian behind the desk smiled “Welcome Miss Reichenbach and Miss Callahan” his smile was that of a crocodile “We had an appointment with Mr. Al Jussuf” Sophie returned – and looked the man who was not Al Jussuf in the eye “And it is Doctor Reichenbach and Professor Callahan” Evie winced “Sophie!” she groaned “What did I tell you about proper etiquette?”
Their host seemed untroubled though “You will see Mr. Al Jussuf” the dark haired man smiled at the Lawyer “But in these troubled times there are some security measures necessary and Mr. Al Jussuf apologizes for the inconveniences” “Oily Bastard” Sophie mused. Aloud she said “Of which measures are we talking? Mr. …..?” “Please forgive me” the man behind the desk returned smiling silkily “I am Omar Abu Bakr, Mr. Al Jussuf´s head of Security”
“Nothing too serious” Abu Bakr smiled his crocodile smile “Samira will search you first and then” he let the sentence hanging in the air “It will be necessary to restrain you for the short trip to Mr. Al Jussuf´s residence” Sophie and Evie exchanged a glance “Should we play along?” Evie´s brown eyes questioned.
A metallic click in their back made that question moot: Samira held a strange looking gun in her hand which Sophie recognized as a Taser/ Tranquilizer Gun. It could shoot for bolts.
The lawyer turned back to Abu Bakr “Refusal would be unwise Miss Reichenbach and I can assure you that nothing will happen to you” Sophie noticed that the Egyptian had a similar gun in his right hand too “You will cooperate?” And this was not a question.
Quickly Sophie calculated the odds. They were not in their favour: “We will comply” “Smart girl” Abu Bakr chuckled- outwardly calm inwardly the dark haired lawyer fumed - “So listen” Abu Bakr continued unabashed “The Professor will come to me, slowly and no sudden movements, then Samira will search you and prepare you for our little journey – than it will be Misses Callahan´s turn! Understood?”
Evie and Sophie exchanged a look then they nodded. Evie walked around the desk, till she stood next to the Egyptian. Even if Sophie could overpower Samira, she would get never in time around the table. Abu Bakr kept her and Evie firmly in his sights.
Samira searched the Lawyer with quick practised motions and let her hands resting for one moment longer than necessary on Sophie´s full breasts, playing with them. Sophie kept her face neutral. “If this B*tch had hoped for a reaction she is in for a surprise”
“You have a nice Pair Doctor Reichenbach” said B*tch purred “Jealous?” Sophie quipped, which earned her a firm slap on her butt “Hands!” the Egyptian ordered next and the German had a feeling what would follow: Bondage mittens, very similar to those she knew, rendered her hands useless. A pair of comfortably padded manacles held her wrists close together “Now I am helpless” Sophie mused.
But Samira wasn´t finished. The Egyptian girdled Sophie´s waist with a belt made of Spandex or a similar material and anchored her wrists to it. Next her Ankles were shackled with another pair of padded manacles which allowed Sophie small steps but nothing more.
And Samira was not done yet: She threw a traditional women´s dress, a dark green one, over Sophie´s head. It covered Sophie´s body from neck to the floor, it covered her restraints too “Don´t be troubled Doctor Reichenbach” your Assets will be hidden for long ….” Samira whispered.
With concern Evie watched as her companion was restrained. Abu Bakr obviously felt her discomfort “No reason to be concerned, these are pure security measures for your and my Bosses safety” He chuckled “On the other hand it is a shame to cover such a beautiful body, don´t you think?” Evie blushed – whish amused Abu Bakr.
In the meantime Samira had taken another item Sophie was all too familiar with: A heavily padded panel gag, with a very large foam ball in its centre. This time she couldn´t control her emotions entirely: a shadow marred her beautiful features for a fleeting moment.
“Pleasant memories I take it?” Al Jussuf´s second in Command teased her “You could say that” the lawyer returned evenly. Without any hesitation she opened her mouth: The foam ball was indeed very large, larger than the ones she knew: It pressed her tongue firmly down and filled her oral captivity completely. At least it was heavily padded and her handler made it tight but not punishingly tight.
While Sophie tried to get used to it, Samira pinched her nipples – firmly. Sophie´s protests were barely audible. Her green eyes shot daggers at Abu Bakr. “How lovely! Such spirit! I love that in a Woman!” the Egyptian grinned “Bastard” Sophie growled into her gag.
Next Samira covered Sophie´s dark hair with a traditional hijab which matched her dress. The final accessories were sunglasses, which robbed Sophie of her eyesight and a veil which covered her face almost completely – except the eyes.
“Those guys are clever” Sophie had to admit “Anybody who sees us, sees two women clad in traditional Egyptian garb. The only sense she could rely on now was her hearing sense: The sounds told her that Evie was prepared in the same way she was: Her dress was dark blue.
Finally Abu Bakr said politely “Samira and I will guide you, so you will not fall” Sophie felt a firm but gentle grip at her right upper arm and took this as her clue to shuffle along. Obviously they left the premises through the back door. Sophie was helped into a car and strapped to her seat.
Samira did not let the opportunity go to waste and kneaded Sophie´s breasts some more. Headphones were placed on her head and loud traditional Egyptian Music shut any noise out. They drove on “Where to?” Sophie mused. She could sense Evie´s warm body next to her.
The lawyer wasn´t overly concerned - for now.
Outside Al Jussuf´s Antiquities:
“They are in there for 20 Minutes now” Chris looked on her watch. Something caught her eye: A man, a business man, judging by his expensive anthracite Suit knocked at Al Jussuf´s Front Door: But the door was obviously closed. The man tried it to more times, then shook his head and left. Cursing loudly in Arabic “Russian is a good language to curse” Anna grinned “But Arabic seems even better”
“Chris, they are moving!” Anna exclaimed suddenly, looking up from her tablet. Indeed Birte Ricciarelli saw two red dots moving, too fast for being on foot: They were driving “Give me some directions Anna!” Chris pulled out of the parking space “They are heading west” Anna explained, the blonde turned the car with screeching tires on the street and accelerated sharply, so that Birte was pressed into her seat “You can track?” the detective asked Anna who was following the two red dots.
“Yes” the Russian said, without looking up, still looking concentrated on the tablet “A lesson we learned early this year, when we almost lost Sophie and Evie after they had been captured by Anck-Sun-Amun” Anna turned to Chris “they are still headed west” they were now on the large Canal Al Mahmoudeya Al Bahri Avenue, one of Alexandria´s most frequented traffic ways, when you wanted to drive to western parts of the metropole.
The Traffic was dense, but Chris did not walk like an Egyptian but drove like one, she pressed relentlessly ahead, racing a like a professional skier would do the Streif downhill course, one of the most dangerous in the world “Keep going!” Anna spurred her friend on “We are gaining on them!” The Russian chanced a glance at the detective “You are looking a little sick” she teased Birte Ricciarelli – a small smile curling her lips - and concentrated on the screen again.
In that moment Birte would have gladly murdered the Russian.
Al Jussuf´s Villa, near the Serapeion:
To all this Sophie was totally oblivious. They drove evenly – for how long she could not tell: 20 Minutes? Half an hour? That was her best guess. Her restraints were surprisingly comfortable. Only the gag did hurt her jaws. They stopped, probably before a gate, because they drove on again – only in a more even pace.
They stopped again: Her headphones were removed. She heard Samira´s voice: “I will help you now out of the car” The safety belt was loosened and the Egyptian helped her out of the Car. Noises on her left told her, that Evie was helped out of the car too.
Under her heels she felt stone plates. Surprisingly gentle the Egyptian lead her: After a few metres she counted five steps – with her shackled ankles she had to be extra careful.
They stepped over a threshold: The air felt significantly cooler. Her heels clicked on polished stone, Sophie heard the typical sounds of a waterspout fountain “Be careful! A Stairwell!” Samira warned Sophie sternly.
The Lawyer counted steps: 15. They turned left. A door was opened they were lead into another room. Sophie was pushed down onto a chair. Her Ankles were shackled together. Next to her Evie was restrained similarly.
Someone fumbled at her eyes glasses. The sudden brightness blinded Sophie, she blinked. It took a moment till her eyes had adjusted and she could see clearly: Evie and Sophie sat in front of a large wooden desk: Behind it sat a tall almost bald Egyptian, probably in his Seventies. He mustered them from keen grey eyes, not unfriendly. Sophie saw interest there, curiosity and something different – she could not tell yet what …
“Doctor Reichenbach, Professor Callahan I welcome you in my humble home and apologize for the inconveniences” “He has a pleasant voice” Sophie thought. Her career in the courtroom had made her a pretty good judge of human behaviour, and she could place now another emotion under the surface: Fear: Pure Fear. Plain, primordial fear.
She concentrated on the man before her. Her host seemed not to be inclined to remove their restraints any soon. Al Jussuf seemed to have read her mind “I will remove the restraints shortly but first you have to listen “He is telling the truth” Sophie thought and was intrigued – this was not what she had expected.
“I was told you are interested in this” Al Jussuf pointed on his desk. He took the item with both hands, carefully – it was a fragment, a stone, a piece of a stela – so Sophie could see it clearly. She had seen this kind of Hieroglyphs before ….
“Listen!” Al Jussuf continued in his dark vibrating voice “You must know this Doctor Reichenbach!” Whatever Sophie had to know, she never knew: The next moment hell broke loose:
The Study´s wooden doors disintegrated in a myriad of splinters and two figures in black charged through the entry. The large panorama window behind Sophie and Evie dissolved into splinters of glass and two more black clad intruders charged through the window.
Ahmed al Jussuf lunged after his gun, but before he could even grab it, alone squeezing off a shot, a throwing knife embedded in his forehead. Lifeless he sank back into the chair. One of the attackers grabbed the fragment.
A second one, obviously the leader walked to Evie and Sophie. Her face – it had to be a woman – was obscured by a black mask starred down at them. She turned to Evie and spoke into a foreign language. Evie nodded.
The Leader turned to her companions, said something that sounded like a command, and the four assassins hurried out of the Room. Sophie and Evie looked at each other. Both sighed into their gags. They were stuck - till someone saved them.
Outside Al Jussuf´s Villa:
Chris stepped on the brake sharply before the open Gate of Al Jussuf´s Villa, Birte was pressed back into her seat. Four black clad figures stormed through the gate to a black nondescript van, roughly thirty metres distant: With Astonishment Birte watched as Anna stepped swiftly out of the car, pulled her gun, aimed and fired in one fluid motion.
One of the four clad figures threw her arms in the air and crashed to the floor. Her companions did not stop but hurried on. The back door of the van was ripped open, the three remaining figures stepped into the van, the door was shut, and the van sped up.
“We follow them?” Anna looked after the disappearing van “We won´t get them” Chris demurred” Birte was impressed: The violinist´s marksmanship had been impressive. Hitting a quickly moving target over that distance? Birte considered herself a pretty good shot, but the violinist clearly played in another league “She has hit the Assassin at a distance of 30 Metres at least …..”
Covering each other they neared the imposing metal entrance door of the Villa – its two massive wings stood wide ajar. They hurried across the yard. The Entrance door stood ajar too.
Carefully the crossed the threshold: Birte Ricciarelli´s senses felt unnaturally sharp. Von der Marwitz and Romanova moved perfectly in tune with each other. Each woman knew what the other would do. Birte sensed an almost too familiar scent in the air. The scent of blood and death; Anna pointed forward:
In the vast entrance hall a body laid sprawled askew on the floor. Chris knelt down and turned him on his back. Lifeless dark eyes starred at her. Gently she closed them. Imbedded in his forehead was a throwing knife. She had seen such a knife before.
The blonde stood looked at Anna and Birte and shook her head “He is finished. Let us go upstairs” Chris took the lead her gun at the ready. Before the door to the study lay another body in a pool of blood on her stomach:
A tall dark-haired woman in a black power suit, she had lost one her high heels: she was moaning softly. Anna and Chris turned her gently on her back. She was bleeding profusely from a stab wound in the chest “We need an ambulance” Birte stated calmly. She had seen such wounds too often in her career though, to harbour any illusions about the outcome.
Chris pulled her smartphone out and selected a contact “I hope they speak English” she thought. The person on the other side spoke English and promised to send an ambulance as fast as possible.
Anna ripped a strip of linen from Samira´s blouse and pressed it on her chest wound. The Russian turned to the German Detective: “Keep the pressure up till the Ambulance arrives!” Birte was taken aback for a moment, but complied then. Anna was right. It was the sensible thing to do.
“Let´s go Anna! Chris stood. The two friends exchanged a glance and hurried along the floor – then to the left through a two winged wooden door whose splintered remnants hanged barley in its hinges
Al Jussuf´s Study:
Sophie fidgeted on her seat. She had heard the sounds down in the hall. Fast approaching steps “Sophie!” Chris stood on the threshold, gun drawn, Anna hot on her heels. A quick look around told the pianist that the enemy was gone. The pianist and the violinist hurried to their friends.
Gently Anna removed Evie´s gag while Chris tended to Sophie. Freeing them took some time. Finally Sophie stood and rubbed her hands “That was quite the show” she admitted while Chris inspected Al Jussuf´s corpse “He wanted to tell us something, when hell broke loose” Sophie explained.
“The leader told me, we would meet soon again” Evie interrupted “She spoke the Egyptian Tongue” “Our old friends then” Anna chuckled mirthlessly “That thought springs to mind” Chris nodded “We should leave though as soon as the ambulance arrives, I have no interest to spend the next hours at a seedy police station”
“Me neither” Anna nodded.
“Let´s go then!” the Pianist said curtly.
The sounds of an incoming ambulance where clearly to be heard ….
One our later:
Evie and Sophie had showered and redressed while Anna and Chris had prepared Dinner. Birte still felt a bit insecure among the members of Art Incorporated. Today she had gotten an idea, why the Pianist and her team were the right choice for the job at hand, even if she hated to admit that.
As she had watched Anna and Chris at the Villa of Al Jussuf she had felt the strong bond between the two. They understood each other blind – and there was a deep affection “Birte what do you want to drink” the pianist interrupted her train of thought.
The blonde smiled at her – and it was a genuine smile. Today they had acted as a team “I peg you as the habitual beer drinker” Chris added “We have three different sorts of Egyptian Brew in the Fridge– I have no idea how it tastes, but you might give one of them a try!”
In the end Birte opted for the Birra Maraska – a pale Ale. Which went down surprisingly well.
After Dinner they sat together in the living room and discussed today´s events “So this fragment was stolen from right under our noses. Anna was slightly miffed “And we have no idea what was on it “That might not be entirely true” Sophie chimed in – the lawyer smiled like the cat who had caught the mouse.
The lawyer had changed into black yoga pants a green turtleneck and two pairs of green woollen socks. The thick walls of the Villa kept the heat out during daylight – but in the evening it got a bit chilly “What do you mean?” Anna now sat upright and looked intently at the lawyer.
“Evie had an idea, we want to try out tomorrow” Sophie smiled enigmatically “But you don´t want to tell us” Chris sounded dubiously “We want to see, if we get results before we tell you anything” Evie explained “We are not sure it will work – and we will probably need the complete midmorning tomorrow”
Chris nodded “Right then” she looked at Anna and Birte “Then we should pay Al Jussuf´s Premises another visit “Maybe we find something there” “Fine with me” Birte nodded and stood “I will go upstairs, I have to write my report for Diedrichsen” Chris and Anna exchanged a look which went not unnoticed by the dark haired detective “We could show you the ropes” the Russian grinned.
The detective demurred “not today” and went upstairs. When she was out of earshot Anna spoke “You trust her?” The pianist shrugged “We cannot afford not to – if we start to mistrust each other this whole endeavour is doomed from the start” “Right” the Russian was still not convinced “I still have my doubts – but I will set them aside. For now”
“What do we do with the evening?” she changed tack “In for a little sparring” Chris challenged her “I am all in” Anna grinned “Be prepared to get your ass kicked” The blonde chuckled “You still know how our last fight ended?”
“Not this time!” Anna returned confidently “And what are you two are doing?” the Russian turned to Evie and Sophie “Want to join us?” “Not this time” Sophie demurred “Evie and I will practise escapology” the lawyer added mischievously “that means Evie will try to escape!”
“Then have fun!” Anna grinned and turned to the blonde “Chris, in 20 minutes in the Gym?” “I will be there!” the blonde smiled “And the loser gets tied up!”
Evie´s and Sophie´s Room: Later
“What do you have in mind Soph?” the Egyptologist smiled at her lover “That is for you to find out!” Sophie smiled enigmatically, her cat like green eyes glittering “Something special!” Evie too had changed in yoga pants a turtleneck and two pairs of woollen socks. The pants where white, turtleneck and socks red.
“But I will not spoil the surprise! Stand in the middle of the room!” the lawyer demanded. She took first a long rope and tied a rope girdle around her lover´s waist “Were you scared Sophie?” the Egyptologist questioned while Sophie tied the preknotted rope to the girdle “Actually no” the dark haired woman demurred and pulled the crotch-rope tight, so tight that Evie inhaled sharply “I knew Anna, Chris and Birte would track us and come for us” Evie nodded “I felt save because you were there. When we were captured by Anck-Sun-Amun in January it felt different”
“I know what you mean” the lawyer had tied Evie´s ankles together, cinched it – and was now tying Evie´s calves “I was pretty scared back then too – because I couldn´t be sure if my fail safe would work” Sophie had hidden a tracker in her vagina, which enabled Sybil to track them down – and her friends to mount an rescue operation.
The lawyer worked quickly and efficient and had finished tying Evie´s legs together below and above the joint “Pretty neat” Evie tested her bonds as Sophie tied her thighs together “I had good teachers” she grinned. During her captivity at the Adlernest she had had lessons in Escapology – which included lesson in being tied up and tying other people up.
Anna and Kate had continued this Education – so by now the former District Attorney knew her way around ropes pretty well by now “What do you make of Birte?” Sophie pondered the question as she tied the Egyptologist´s legs together directly under the groin.
“From a professional point of view I judge her as a hard working tenacious detective” Sophie replied “To reach her rank at that age, she must be pretty good – and she is surely not a politician. She is way too direct for that”
The lawyer had begun tying Evie´s wrists together. When she was finished she stepped back and admired her work “Wow, this is tight” Evie pressed through clenched teeth “This is called a chicken wing tie” the Lawyer explained, her lovers elbows were squashed together “Sarah showed me once and had me practice on Anna” Sophie grinned.
“That fit´s” Evie nodded “No wonder that Sarah loves that tie” she turned serious “What did you think Sophie? Was it a mistake not taking her on board for this operation?” Sophie said nothing for a while “Chris was pretty adamant – not to involve Sarah, not until it is absolutely necessary. I don´t know Chris that long but normally she is no one to hold grudges. But this goes deeper”
“You know why?” Sophie nodded “It has something to do with Vienna: You know that Sarah pranked Chris, painted her in gold, and made her the main exhibit at the KHM – and stole the Imperial Crown. Which she returned later”
Evie pondered that remark:
“But why does she take this so personal – we all were pranked by Sarah at some point” Evie shrugged “It is not the fact that she was pranked by Sarah, that she would have accepted. It is the fact that The Black Lady humiliated her in public put her on full display for the world to see”
“Yes” Evie nodded “But as far as I know, nobody recognized her” Sophie shook her head “That´s not it” Anna told me once two years ago during the Romanov-Affair Chris´ the man responsible for Chris´ kidnapping had put her on public display for his guests sport. She was groped, molested, leftovers where thrown at her …..”
“So you think, Sarah´s prank worked as trigger?” The Lawyer nodded “Chris has a big heart, but this goes very deep, so she cannot bite the bullet”
After a pause Sophie added “And if Chris has made a decision she stands to it. I know she did refuse to take at least three calls from Sarah” Sophie pulled herself together “Let us get you into your hogtie so that you can start escaping!”
“And if I don´t escape?” Coyly Evie batted her eyelashes “Then I will punish you!” Sophie smiled ominously “I can hardly wait” Evie smiled. The Lawyer helped her lover to lie down on the bed and began tying her lover into the hog tie.
When she was finished Evie´s socked heels rested almost on her butt. Sophie had tied her insteps and toes together and tied them to her arms bounds and her crotch rope “Comfy?” she grinned “Very!” Evie purred “That leaves me only one thing left to do!” the lawyer chuckled “Any ideas?” Evie made a good show of concentrating “Let me guess, a gag?”
“How very clever Professor!” the dark haired lawyer teased her. Evie felt a tingling between her legs and tugged playfully at her crotch rope and watched as Sophie pulled her socks off – under them she wore pantyhose “You have a choice Evie! Shall I use the inner pair or the outer pair? The inner pair is cleaner, but more sweaty the outer pair is less sweaty but more dirty! Take your pick!”
“Difficult” Evie mused “Why don´t you pick one of each pair?” “Very good idea!” Sophie took one sock of each pair and balled them up – but took care that the dirty sole of the outer sock was outside “Open up!” the lawyer ordered – it took her some effort to get the large wad in Evie´s mouth. The next layer was a doubled scarf with a large smelly sock in it.
Evie felt that the scarf compressed her lower face like a vice. But if she thought Sophie was finished she was wrong: Her world became dark as the lawyer tied a heavily padded sleep mask over her eyes. The real surprise though was the stocking cap, Sophie pulled over her head “This is the hose I wore today” she explained and took care the crotch panel rested firmly over Evie´s flaring nostrils. Obviously her lover had been pretty aroused today. One leg Sophie tied around her lovers lower face, the other one to Evie´s bound insteps, forcing her to stare blindly ahead.
“You can escape now!” Sophie grinned and slapped her lover firmly on her butt.
Chris´ Suite around the same time:
“Comfy?” Chris smiled down at Anna. The Russian grunted something in her packed mouth “What do they say? Stuff a sock in it?” The blonde chuckled. Chris had stuffed two pairs of socks in her friend´s mouth, one of her own, and one of her friend:
“It was a tough fight” the pianist admitted “It could have ended the other way around easily” – The blonde had mummified her friend – only her bare feet were not wrapped, Chris had tied Anna´s big toes together and her ankles to the footboard.
“Now we will have some fun! Any idea what I shall use first? One grunt means the Wartenberg Wheel, two grunts the electric toothbrush and three grunts the good old feather! Got it?” Anna grunted her confirmation “So what shall it be then?” Chris waited “Remember! Not grunting means I decide!”
Anna sighed into her gag – and grunted one time “Smart choice!” the pianist chuckled “You know the rules: 30 Minutes in total! Five Minutes tickling, two minutes rest and then the next round: Steel yourself!” Anna sighed theatrically and “steeled herself”
Chris took the Wartenberg Wheel and touched Anna´s left feel, which got an instant reaction. The blonde knew how ticklish her best friend´s feet were, especially under the arches and between the toes. Their training fight could have indeed ended the other way around and she would lay now on this bed – awaiting Anna´s assault.
She enjoyed this harmless fun and she knew that Anna did too – and it would be probably the last time for quite the while. Chris felt it even more than back Home: A storm was brewing – and her instincts had proven her seldom wrong.
Something was in the air. The blonde felt the vibes in the air, and she knew that Anna had sensed it as well. They were walking right into the lion´s den like the biblical prophet Daniel – but with a telling difference: They had no idea how many lions were awaiting them, and where they were to be found.
Resolutely Chris pressed the Wartenberg Wheel at Anna´s left heel and rolled it slowly upwards ….