Mineira1986 wrote: ↑1 year ago
For the rest of the chapter, I believe it's a good one. Again, the pace is controlled in a marvelous way by the author. I particularly like those short lines of Castle, and I can hear the Richard Castle from the series saying those words in such scenario (that's two for two, counting the ones from the last chapter, so really, really great work). This is another chapter where our characters are just having a good time before the storm comes in the form of von Winterfeldt or another villain (my preferences for the latter).
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Thank you very much [mention]Mineira1986[/mention] - I did my best to match Castle´s Tone
If it worked I am very glad, since Castle is one of my most favourite Series and I won´t give to much away, if I say this: The storm is indeed coming - and soon. That being said: Here comes the next update, some piece of old good revenge
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The next day: Queens, Underground Parking Garage; an Apartment Complex in lower Manhattan, around 1500 Hours:
A large black van with tinted windows halted near the elevator. Five women entirely clad in black left the car. From the back of the van they retrieved some items: One very large black trolley, three large black holdalls.
Five minutes later the elevator halted at the top level of the complex, where the target lived in a spacious penthouse.
One of the women pulled some device out of her pocket and targeted the cameras which secured the entrance of the penthouse.
When they reached the door, the same woman, a tall blonde, typed in a code first then pulled a latex glove out of her pocket and laid her palm on the pad. A soft click and the door swung open.
The quintet entered, another blonde with piercing blue eyes, pulled the door shut. A quick search produced nothing: The owner was indeed not present. The women entered the large living room, with its large panorama windows.
“And now?” an auburn haired woman asked nobody in particular. “Now,” the tall blonde smiled wickedly “Now, we wait for the guest of honour”
One hour later: Foyer of the Apartment Complex:
Sarah McKenzie was in an excellent mood. The concert and the following banquet had been fantastic. Sarah was no pro but in her opinion Chris and Anna had delivered an extraordinary performance.
She could not tell which composition had her impressed more: The Chopin or the Brahms. Sarah had heard Chris and the Russian playing together in Vienna at their safe flat, before Chris had been abducted on von Winterfeldt´s behalf. But yesterday had been a revelation, no mistake the Music had touched something in her “Don´t get soft” she scolded herself”
The banquet after dinner had been fun. She had been curious how the pianist would react after ambushed by her after lunch. But the blonde had acted totally naturally. The thief knew Chris well enough though by now: nothing had been forgotten and forgiven.
So she would have to be careful as long as Chris and Anna were in town. McKenzie was perfectly sure, that Chris did not know where her lodgings were, and even if she knew: Her security systems were a formidable obstacle.
McKenzie left the elevator. The app of the security systems did not signal any trouble. After she had closed the door behind her, she pulled of her boots and walked into the living room onto her stockinged feet – and froze, when she entered the spacious room:
On the couch sat Chris, smiling broadly, obviously enjoying the look of surprise on Sarah´s face. “Did you really think I would not find you?”
The thief stared at her “You know, Sybil is a real wizard and Danny and Esposito have been really helpful too” Chris smile became even broader.
“Indeed” another all too familiar voice said behind her. The Dark Lady wheeled around. In the doorway stood Anna and Kate, the American and the Russian were very pleased with themselves. That was for sure. “Oh and if you think to make a run for it …” Kate added sweetly “Hayley and Kirsty are covering the entry”
“So how do we play this, Sarah?” The thief turned to the blonde again “We can do this the easy way or the really easy way” she waved with a taser-tranquil gun at her.
“The hard way” the Dark Lady countered and moved lightning fast in Chris´ direction.
But before the thief could reach her, the pianist pulled the trigger, actually both. The taser and the tranquilizer … McKenzie twitched and tumbled on the Floor. To herself Chris had to admit that the taser had been unnecessary, this had been simply for retribution.
“Okay ladies, make the travel arrangements!” Chris said to her friends. 30 minutes later the Dark Lady had been stripped down to her Panties and hose and tied into a tight, very tight ball tie. Anna had especially taken pleasure in plugging the thief both ways. Sarah´s head was hidden under a heavy leather helmet with a built in pump gag, ear buds. It´s lenses could be darkened, so that the wearer could not see anything.
Carefully Kirsty and Haley lifted the ball which was the Black Lady into the foam padded trolley. Anna took care to connect the breathing tubes which were in the nose to the air-supply-system. Then Kate closed the trolley. “Ready” she stated
15 Minutes later: The five women left the elevator and loaded the trolley into the van. Five minutes later the van left the parking garage.
The Dakota, Anna´s and Chris´ Appartment, a while later:
“Is she awake?” Hayley asked Chris
“Probably not" the pianist replied “but there is a way to find out” With a wicked Smile Chris raked her fingernails across the hose covered soles of Sarah McKenzie. The Dark Lady did not stir. “She is still out.” Anna concluded.
The thief lay on the large table in the living room, after they had transported their captive into the apartment. They had undone the ball tie and retied the Canadian in a different position. The chicken wing hogtie had been Kirsty´s idea. Rope bands encircled Sarah McKenzie´s body from her tightly together tied toes to her neck.
Her head was still encased in the heavy heather helmet. As a finish Kate had bound the thief´s big toes back to a D-ring on the crown of the leather helmet. So tight was the hogtie that only the Dark Lady´s flat tummy rested on the table still.
“The helmet has some nice features” Chris explained and produced a small remote control. “You can pump up or deflate the pump gag. You can choose between different settings for the ears. Currently Sarah can hear nothing. All sounds are cancelled out by white noise and you can change the colour of the eye lenses. At the moment she is blind.
“Look” Hayley observed “she is coming around."
Indeed the hogtied woman began to stir slightly. Methodically she tested her bonds, beginning at the toes, only to discover that she was stuck.
“My head is encased in heavy leather, my mouth is filled to the bursting point with a rubber bladder” The Dark Lady analysed her predicament. Her bondage was tight and inescapable. She hated chicken-wing-hogties. Her hands were useless, not only because they were tied securely together, but because they were encased in bondage mittens.
The knotted crotch rope pressed the vibrator and the butt plug even deeper in her. She couldn't hear a thing. “White noise” she guessed. Suddenly the colour of the helmet´s lenses changed and she could see again; of course she could only stare ahead.
In her ears she heard Chris´ amused voice “It is so good that you are with us now. We have planned some entertainment for you, Anna and Kate if you would do the honours?” Since her limited field of vision Sarah had to rely on her other senses.
Something was taped against the pantyhosed soles of her feet. Then her feet were taped tightly together. If she could have seen, the thief would have discovered that electric toothbrushes had been taped against her soles. But not only one on each sole, but three: Two against the balls and one against the heel.
“While we will have dinner, we will let you simmer on medium temperature, after
dessert we - that means you and us - will play a game” Chris continued “Till then? Have fun!” She pressed a few buttons on the remote control.
The vibrator and the plug began to vibrate and the toothbrushes to buzz. While the vibrator and the plug were bearable at the moment, the sensations of the toothbrushes were torture.
The five women standing around the table grinned “The program changes every two Minutes, after six Minutes she will get a period of rest” Chris explained to the others.
“You are really devious.” Hayley stated. Chris smiled wickedly “After yesterday she earned that ….”
A ring at the door interrupted her. “That must be Rachel” Anna ventured and walked to the door, accompanied by Kate.
A few Minutes later Rachel and the dynamic duo entered the living Room. She hugged Chris tightly “You and Anna were marvellous! The mayor was blown away! And I heard he was most impressed by your Charms Anna!”
“At least he did not pinch my butt.” Anna stated flatly
“You have to know Rachel that pinching her Grace´s butt is not without risk” Kate chimed in “the mayor of Vienna learned it the hard way”
“You must tell me this story” the heiress smiled - Weinstein looked at the sweating and struggling Sarah on the table “Nice” and smiled
“We decided a little payback was in order after the stunt she pulled on me yesterday.” Chris explained smiling “After dinner we will have some additional fun.”
Sarah was by now a quivering, sweating mess. So she felt relieved, very much so, when the toothbrushes stopped to torment her soles and the vibrations of the vibrator and the plug ceased. She moaned into her gag in relief.
“Listen Sarah” Chris voice sounded in her ears “We will release you now from the hogtie then you can use the bathroom and have something to eat and to drink. After dinner the second round will commence. You will remain silent when you are ungagged. One word and the deal is off” the Pianist explained.
The Thief was a tough cookie but by now she would have done anything to get something to drink, to eat and some rest. The odds were against her, and she knew that. She felt the ropes holding her in the hogtie loosen.
10 Minutes later Sarah had been freed from her bonds and helped to stand. The helmet and the gag were still in place though. Two hands gripped her firmly at her upper arms and led her to the bathroom, where she was sat unceremoniously on the toilet, after the vibrator had been removed.
When she had done her business she was cleaned up, her vibrator put in her vagina again and lead back to the dining room. She was sat on a stool and tied down. Her legs were tied to the chair´s legs so that she had to sit with legs splayed wide open.
Only then the helmet and the posture collar were removed. It took her a while to adjust to the sudden bright light. At the large table in front of her six persons sat: Christine, Kate, Anna, Hayley, Kristy and Rachel Weinstein. All were smiling broadly. Chris toasted her.
Sarah smelled the heavenly scent of chicken vindaloo. Her stomach growled audibly. The thief was very, very thirsty and as if Chris had read her mind, the Pianist stood up and returned with a bottle of water which she pressed gently against her parched lips. The cool liquid was heavenly.
“Not one word, remember?” the Pianist smiled, but her tone was stern “Keep that in mind!”
Sarah watched as the others began to eat. But to her surprise Anna stood up and returned shortly with a generous portion of chicken vindaloo and a glass of Chardonnay “You must be starving.” the Russian smiled at her, then began to spoon feed the Thief and let her drink from the excellent Chardonnay.
The chicken vindaloo was perfect as Sarah found and the Chardonnay too, Anna was a genius in the Kitchen, as she had to admit. The chicken vindaloo was hot – very hot, even to the Thief´s standards. She began to sweat.
“Is it too hot for you, dearest Sarah?” Anna teased her. The thief was on the verge of speaking, when she remembered Chris´ warning. So she kept her silence instead. When she had cleared her plate the Russian gagged her with a large red ball gag, blindfolded her and inserted ear buds in her ears. Sarah McKenzie was blind, deaf and dumb again and sweated.
20 Minutes later Chris´ voice rang in her Ears. “We will make some preparations and then round Two will commence. A heavily scented silk scarf was pressed against her nose. “Remember this perfume!” Chris told her. Sarah had to smile, she knew that perfume –and she knew who used that scent and had a special occasion in mind. It was Shalimar by Guerlain.
“You will have to find the owner of the shawl” The Pianist told her “She will be somewhere in the apartment – you will have to search in every room. You will be blind and you will be gagged, and you will be hobbled” Chris voice was replaced by white noise.
“Girls, go the bathroom and change! Be back in 15 minutes!” Chris ordered her friends. “Rachel, you will be mistress of ceremonies” she smiled at the heiress. “It will be my pleasure” the American bowed slightly.
Another 15 minutes later all had changed into leotards, leggings, thick woollen Socks on their feet and turtleneck sweaters, all in a different colour.
Chris smiled broadly at them “Shall we proceed?”
30 Minutes later Sarah felt that her legs were untied from the chair and her legs were hobbled. Someone pulled her up and led her firmly but gently out of the living room till they reached the apartment´s door “You will have to search every room.” Rachel Weinstein told her
“Fail to find the owner of the shawl and you will be punished. Got it?” The Thief nodded. "That's good Sarah, when you find her - she will have the remote for your vibrators." She heard the heiress leaving then felt the vibrators turn on at full power. She gasped.
Obviously Weinstein had changed into something comfortable, since her footfalls made almost no noise on the floor. The thief tried to get her bearings. Her back was facing the entrance of the apartment. Sarah made four tentative steps. The vibrations were distracting – to say the least.
There had to be one of the guest rooms on the left side. She felt with her bound and shaking hands for the door handle and pushed it down, as the first orgasm hit. When she had regained her composure Sarah turned on her heels and padded carefully into the room, trying not to collapse.
The creaking sounds of the mattress were telling her that someone was moving on the bed. The heavily muffled noises told her that this person was gagged and probably tied up.
Carefully the Dark Lady moved nearer to the bed and sat down, unable to stop a second powerful orgasm hitting her. It took some minutes till she was able to continue her search.
Her searching fingers touched a pair of stockinged feet. Obviously this person was tightly hogtied. The socks had been heavily scented. She inhaled the perfume. No, this was not the owner of the shawl. She sighed – and continued her quest for the lost shawl.
Had she not been deprived of her eye sight she would have seen, that the person on the Bed was Hayley. Clad in blue leggings, thick woollen socks of the same colour and a matching turtleneck sweater.
Indeed the American had been tightly hogtied and gagged with a pair of thick socks and a shawl. A tightly knotted crotch rope provided her with some entertainment. The American tugged at her crotch rope and had soon found her rhythm.
Another room, two forced orgasms later and another tied and gagged person – but no luck, again. Life was not fair at times; Sarah sighed and hobbled to another room.
A while later in the living room: Rachel Weinstein enjoyed a glass of the excellent Chardonnay “What do you think Christine? Will she make it?” The Pianist grunted something into her sock gagged mouth. She laid on the large table in the living room. Weinstein had taken extreme pleasure in gagging the blonde most thoroughly.
Not only one but two thick woollen hiking socks and shawl with a large overhand knot ensured that the gag packing stayed in her mouth. Over that another sock, then another shawl and another sock and another shawl had been folded. The hogtie was most stringent too.
“Yeah I think that too!” Weinstein nodded “By the way: Hiram al Mansur is looking forward to meet you in Person tomorrow evening and Kate and Anna too!” Hiram al Mansur was the owner of resort where they had spent two weeks after the hunt.
Chris would have nodded, if her blonde mane had not been tied in ponytail which was bound back to her ankles, and the tightly knotted crotch rope. Her big toes had been tied to her elbows and the crotch rope. Casually Weinstein walked to her and tickled her sock covered soles thoroughly. Chris´ giggles were heavily muffled. She tried to move her sensitive feet out of harm´s way, but in vain
Then she tugged at Chris´ crotch rope repeatedly. “Should I stop?” Rachel grinned“ Chris shook her head as best as she could “I am happy to oblige” Rachel said sweetly – and tugged rhythmically at the Crotch Rope.
Minutes later, the pianist was on her way to La-La-Land:
Soft clinking noises and exhausted moans told Weinstein that the Dark Lady had finally made it. The Heiress retreated silently into a corner of the room and watched with amusement as the blinded woman carefully navigated her way to the table where Christine laid. The Pianists heavy breathing made her job easier. The Dark Lady reached the table.
The Thief felt with her bound hands for Chris´ sock covered feet, inhaled deeply and grunted triumphantly in her gag, collapsing face forward onto the table, with exhaustion.
“Congratulations” Rachel Weinstein told her and began to release her. 30 Minutes they sat all in the living room, nursing their beverage of choice. Chris had helped herself to a glass of Ribera el Duero “Wasn't that fun Sarah?” she smiled at the Canadian.
“That depends on the point of view, but I think after yesterday I had that coming” The Thief sipped at her Vodka Martini – shaken not stirred of course.
“That you had” Chris grinned.