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Nainur wrote: ↑1 year ago
bad teaser, bad, bad, bad....!
I apologize and ask your forgiveness
Chapter 4:
“Revelations”
New York, Rachel Weinstein´s Penthouse, 30 Minute later
“You really took your time Sarah” Anna stated. The Russian had been freed of her bonds at last, dead last and had changed into her combat dress as had Kate – Rachel and Tabea had opted for comfortable lounge wear – and watched the show. The thief chuckled “I could have dear Anna, but honestly I wanted to enjoy you struggle and moan for a little longer – and don´t tell me it was not worth it”
“My soles would disagree” the dark haired violinist returned with a little smile “You are a big girl Anna, you have endured worse” the thief grinned – “and after that kick to my head …”
Anna nodded “I must give you that” she conceded.
“What do we do now with our guest?” Kate interrupted the banter and nodded to the still unconscious attacker “Who is she anyway?” The Black Lady grinned “Allow me to present Emmanuelle Delacour to you!” she announced grandiosely “The lawyer?” Rachel interrupted her in disbelief “Indeed” Sarah McKenzie smiled “Emmanuelle Delacour the senior partner in one of New York´s most prestigious law firms is the copycat” The thief checked the pulse of the unconscious woman “she should come around soon” As if on cue the black haired woman began to stir.
Emmanuelle Delacour suffered from a terrible hangover. Her temples were pounding. She groaned – only slowly her still addled brain processed the different informations: She had ambushed Rachel Weinstein and her guests, had tied and gagged Anna Romanova and had some fun with her – and then? Another woman had showed up … now she was fully awake! The Black Lady! And finally she realized that she had been expertly tied up and gagged:
The Lawyer found herself into a hellishly uncomfortable strappado: She had been stripped to bra, panties and hose and had to dance now on the tips of her tightly bound toes. And her toes touched the ground just barely. Her upper body had to be almost parallel to the floor. Whoever had tied her up had known exactly what she was doing: The strappado was tight enough to inflict maximal discomfort but caused no permanent damage. That she had been crotch roped did not surprise her. What did surprise her was that she had obviously been plugged both ways.
And the gag! Not only had she been gagged with one of her own very large ball gags but used underwear as well …
“Welcome back Emmanuelle!” she heard a voice she only know too well “Enjoying your gag?” another voice chimed in gleefully: Anna Romanova! The satisfaction in Anna´s voice was unmistakable “You chew on four pair of panties! One of mine, one of Kate, one of Rachel and one of Sarah!” the violinist pointed out to their victim “Let us take the blindfold off!” a third voice spoke: Kate Beckett obviously.
Someone fumbled at the buckles of her heavily padded sleep mask, before she could see clearly - she had to blink and craned her neck, around her stood four women: Anna Romanova, Kate Beckett, Rachel Weinstein and Sarah McKenzie – all four very pleased with themselves – well, the heiress looked a tad uncomfortable.
Delacour growled into her gag. The Black Lady grinned “I think our copycat is not too pleased with the situation” With a devious smile the thief closed the distance, so that she stood directly behind the trussed up woman. “Smack!” The Thief had slapped Delacour firmly on her butt:
The copycat jumped “Smack!” Another slap and a third: “Consider that as payment in advance! We will have much fun together! Later! Sarah McKenzie added ominously. And the coldness in her voice made the lawyer shiver.
For the first time in a very long time Emmanuelle Delacour felt something akin to fear. Was it possible the Black Lady had discovered her secret, but that was impossible! Nobody could possibly know that! Her secret had been so deeply buried, covered by so many layers. But the Canadian had been clever enough to set that trap for her.
As much as she hated to admit that: The trap had been ingenious. The Black Lady had chosen bait she knew Emmanuelle would be unable to resist – and the Grand Duchesse as icing on the cake was extremely clever. But what now? What plans had the Dark Lady? Her ear buds cancelled any noise out, so she was alone in her own world: The blindfold had been reapplied too.
“What do we do now?” Rachel asked “Now we wait, till the guest of honour arrives – and let that piece of bat droppings simmer in her juices – and they will flowing” The thief grinned ominously “and till then?” “We have some fun!” Anna Romanova´s smile was out rightly evil – in her right hand she held a cane. The cane Emmanuelle had used on her delicate soles.
Rachel laid a hand softly on Anna´s left shoulder “You are sure you have your impulses under control?” Anna nodded “I am – I will give that b*tch just the same number of strokes she gave me” the Russian replied calmly “And Rachel?” “Yes Anna?” the blonde waited “Thank you” Anna added softly.
15 Minutes earlier: A dinner party somewhere in New York
The black haired woman, her hair cut in a stylish bob, clad in a red cocktail dress stood in a corner, a flute of champagne in her hand and observed the other guests. Her smartphone signalled an incoming message. She looked at the display, frowned and read the text. The woman put the Smartphone in her clutch.
Perfectly untroubled she took her time to drink her Champagne up. On her way out she made some small talk with some other guests, laughing about a joke - 20 minutes later her car drove out of the underground parking garage. Her face bore an expression of deep concentration and some concern.
One hour later:
The Woman parked her car in the underground garage which belonged to the apartment complex where Rachel Weinstein lived. Her concern had been replaced by giddiness: Her partner had texted her that everything was under control and that she needed her help to get the packages ready for transport. That was unusual but no reason for concern. She had changed her outfit though: Gone was the sleek red cocktail dress, gone were the stylish red opened toed sling back platform pumps.
She wore a shiny black leather cat suit and knee high leather boots instead. On her back a black backpack. One might have mistaken her for a dominatrix – or cat burglar.
The black haired woman stepped into the elevator and entered the code which would allow her to enter the floor of Rachel Weinstein´s penthouse. Obtaining the plans of the security system had been surprisingly simple. Surely the heiress of the Weinstein Collection had been very surprised her expensive upgrade of the security systems had been for naught. A devious smile crossed her full lips.
On the top floor she left the elevator. It was 1000 PM and everything was silent as she sneaked to the door of Rachel Weinstein´s Penthouse. Overriding the System was no problem. With a soft click the massive door swung open. The long corridor was dark. She drew her Taser Tranquilizer gun and moved carefully forward, listening for any sounds. The floor was roughly 20 metres long. Doors to the left and to the right, she checked every room. Nothing:
The eerie silence made her nervous. Her guts told her that something was wrong. Finally she stepped into the vast living room. It was also dark – but the lights of city made the darkness less impenetrable. There was a shadowy figure standing in the centre of the room. Muffled noises – noises she knew too well, throwing all caution out of the window she commanded “Light!”
Suddenly the dark room was plunged into bright light. The Woman´s eyes needed a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness. It took her a moment longer to process what she saw before her eyes:
A black haired woman, her eyes covered by a black sleep mask and gagged with a large harness ball gagged, clad only in her bra and panties and her black hose danced on her tied toes, tied in a brutal strappado. The tied woman made no sign she had registered that someone had entered the room “Her ears have been stuffed too” the woman mused” Even more shocking was another thing:
On the large beige couch sat a woman, leisurely one leg crossed above the other. A woman with black hair, cut into a stylish bob. Dressed in a black cat suit and polished black leather boots.
Almost friendly the woman smiled at her and toasted her with a champagne flute “Your health!” and took a long sip and sighed contentedly “That Pol Roger is perfect!” She seemed perfectly untroubled that a gun was trained at her “You want some too?” she paused “Danielle?”
“What have you done to my sister b*tch!” the woman with the gun hissed. The Black Lady chuckled “Who would do something to poor Emmanuelle? She might find sitting a bit difficult though in the next day´s” In fact the butt of the tied up woman glowed in an angry red “Untie her at once!” McKenzie´s opponent demanded “Why should I?” the Canadian shrugged “Because I have the gun!” the other woman countered hotly “Yes, you have a gun” the Black Lady admitted lazily “But I have something better!” Danielle was furious and she was irritated, had the thief lost her mind?
The smile of the Canadian grew broader “I have friends. Am I right girls?” “You are” a melodious alto voice behind Danielle confirmed. She wheeled around only to stare into the muzzles of two large calibre HK 23´s hand guns trained firmly at her heart by a brunette with amazing cheek bones and a very tall dark haired woman, her long tresses in a ponytail: Captain Kate Beckett and Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova.
“Make one move with the gun and it will be your last!” the Russian told her flatly “You wouldn´t dare!” Danielle countered, even if the dark eyes of her opponent told her a different story “You know” the Russian told her smiling perfectly disdainful “I am in a gracious mood today I will give you a chance: I put my gun away and you do too, then we fight. You win? You and your sister can go!” Kate Beckett whispered “What are you doing Anna?” Anna whispered back “Teaching someone a lesson”
The Russian turned to Danielle “You accept?” Grimly Danielle nodded “Oh yes, I will kick your ass to hell and back again” Anna Romanova was not impressed “Be my guest” laid her weapon down, bowed as it was tradition and awaited the attack of her opponent, her opponent hesitated “Do we fight or do we talk sweetheart?!” Anna taunted her. Kate knew her friend well enough by now: she was enjoying every second of it.
The Dark Lady followed the spectacle with amusement, she chuckled “Danielle what are you waiting for are you a coward?” Something in the other woman snapped, she threw herself at Anna. But the Russian parried her wild strokes with disturbing ease “This is all you got?” she taunted the other woman. “You will regret that! Arrogant B*tch!” “Fighting not talking Danny! We are supposed to be fighting!” the violinist returned mildly. Her smug smile was infuriating.
Danielle attacked a second time, and Anna thwarted her attack a second time with ease. The third time she landed a hit against the Russian´s left shoulder. The fourth time she hit Anna on the scar above her left brow. A hot pain shot through Anna´s body. The tissue was still immensely tender to the touch, even almost six months after the event.
Outwardly the violinist did not even flinch “You shouldn´t have done that Dani, nobody touches that scar – except James or Kate” she spoke softly. Then Anna attacked with a flurry of strokes and kicks, the first onslaught Danielle parried – only barely.
The second was too much: One stroke hit her full on her left eye, she saw stars, the following powerful kick against her chest send her flying against the large panorama windows. So forceful was the impact that the bulletproof glass vibrated. Everything went black. Unconscious Danielle sank to the floor.
“Impressive” the Black Lady congratulated “That piece of dung got the lesson she deserved!” Anna bowed mockingly “I aim to please!” Kate interrupted them “And what do we now with them?”
The thief grinned maliciously “I” will tie the two up and gag them, that is not open to discussion! Then we wait till they are awake – and then I have a few things to explain – and to gloat of course!” The Black Lady was obviously very pleased with herself. And set to work:
“Those two wanted to set me up and destroy my reputation” she added coolly – “there is payment to be made! They will rue the day they came up with the idea to screw me over! This is only the beginning! A grim smile curled her lips – a smile all people present knew too well. It was that sort of smile that could your intestines turn to ice.
One hour later:
“Twins? Identical twins?” Kate Beckett mused aloud looking down on the two still unconscious women, most stringently tied to two chairs. Both had been stripped down to their panties and black hose.
“Yes, identical twins” confirmed the thief, her voice betraying her deep satisfaction “The perfect alibi: One of them committed the crime, the other one provided the alibi” Sarah McKenzie explained “absolutely perfect” she added.
“And how did you find out?” Anna was very curious.
“The usual” the Canadian shrugged nonchalantly “A bit research, a bit old fashioned blackmail, two burglaries, one or two generous bribes” The black haired Master Thief grew serious “When the thought occurred to me the first time after that heist in Munich, I was ready to dismiss it, but I began to dig and one thing led to another. Then all I had to do was setting at trap – and thanks to you and Rachel” she smiled at the heiress “the rest was simple and …”
A soft groan, followed by a second interrupted them “See who is returning to the world of the living!” Anna grinned “Can you tell them apart?” Kate asked the thief who grinned “That is
thanks to our mutual Russian Friend” the Canadian bowed slightly before Anna “simple “She pointed to the woman on the left “This is Danielle and this one” she pointed at the other twin is “Emmanuelle” the Thief pointed between the bare breasts of one twin “Look! You see the mark where Anna´s kick hit her!” The detective checked – and indeed, between the breasts of Danielle was a large ugly bruise: The imprint of Anna´s combat boot. The Russian had not held back.
Questioning moans by the two delinquents made it clear that they were awake. The twins had been blindfolded with heavily padded sleep masks. Their bulging cheeks betrayed the fact, that they were heavily gagged. Kate and Anna recognized a pattern: The Thief had subjected her victims to an enhanced version of the kind of gag The Black Lady had used on Chris, Anna and Kate.
Intrigued the friends had watched as the Thief firstly had gagged Danielle, then Emmanuelle: “This is a stocking filled with three pairs of panties” the Thief had explained gleefully “I began preparing them two weeks ago!” Anna and Kate exchanged a look “I have a pretty good idea what she means by preparing” the Russian had whispered to her friend as McKenzie pressed and prodded the depressingly large wad in the unresisting mouth of the first twin:
As she was finished her jaws stood wide ajar “That is, what I call a mouthful” Kate grinned and watched as The Black Lady took a very long silk scarf with a gigantic overhand knot in its centre “I doused the knot with half a bottle of Tabasco!” The Canadian´s grin was diabolical “She is really mad at them” Anna stated “Who wouldn´t?” the detective shrugged “If somebody would try to destroy my reputation that way?
The thief pulled with so much force that the overhand knot vanished behind the teeth of the unlucky damsel. The scarf was still long enough to wind it three times across Danielle´s lower face – before the Black Lady knotted it behind her head.
Next several layers of used skiing socks, used hose and scarfs had followed. Anna had counted six layers before the thief was satisfied.
The present:
Danielle groaned. She had been fully conscious for several minutes now and had analysed her predicament. Her lower face felt like in a vice. Her arms had been tied behind the high back of the chair at wrists, elbows above and below the joint crushed together. Bondage mittens made her hands useless. An intricate web of ropes pressed her on the chair.
Her legs had been tied in six places and her toes lashed together and tied to her bound hands. So tight that her nyloned toes did not even scratch the floor. Something had been taped against her toes. To her chagrin she had discovered that she had been plugged both ways – and the crotch rope cut her plainly in two.
Considered to that the dull throbbing of her nipples was only a minor nuisance – and Danielle had the feeling that this was only the overture: If she knew anything about the Dark Lady she knew that the Canadian knew no mercy when she was challenged.
A soft groan to her left told her that her sibling was awake too. And there was that sharp pain between her full and firm breasts where the cursed Russian had hit her. She considered herself lucky that her breast bone had not cracked.
“They are awake both now” a melodious alto voice announced “Romanova!” “Be so kind Anna and Kate and remove their sleep masks!” “McKenzie!” The second voice continued “I want to look those two pieces of sh*t in a silk stocking in the eyes!” The tone was cold and harsh and sent shivers of fear through Danielle´s spine.
When her eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness she could make out for women standing before them, three of them wore black combat dresses with body armour: Anna Romanova, Kate Beckett – and the most sinister looking of them: Sarah McKenzie. The Dark Lady, on the left stood Rachel Weinstein, who had redressed in comfortable lounge wear – the facial expression of the heiress was neutral, but Danielle sensed her apprehension.
She looked to the left at her twin sister: Emmanuelle´s lower face was covered from nose to chin with several layers of socks and hose as she could tell, probably a mirror of her own appearance.
“Aren´t they cute?” McKenzie chuckled – the next moment her tone changed abruptly to steely cold and menacing “Listen you two miscreants!” Danielle and Emmanuelle faced their nemesis and stared with wide eyes at the Thief “You thought you were so clever! Cleverer than anybody else!” The Canadian paused “Well obviously you aren´t” the Black Lady added disdainfully “You tried to destroy my reputation” she continued “and in the old days I would just have put a bullet in your head without a second thought” the thief paused for effect “but you can thank Anna and Kate and Chris von der Marwitz that I won´t do that”
The Canadian´s smile grew another notch colder “We will do something different, something worse than death! I will destroy you – but not in the way you expect!” Sarah McKenzie turned to her companions, grinning “One can almost hear the wheels turning in their pretty heads!” She looked the twins directly in the eye again “We will have dinner now. You will have some fun. And after dessert ….” The Black Lady let the last sentence hanging ominously in the air
“You will make a little trip!”
Danielle and Emmanuelle exchanged another look. Her twin sister shrugged. Sarah McKenzie interrupted them “Anna and Kate, the ear buds and discipline helmets if you please!” “Don´t overdo it!” the Russian muttered under her breath but did as she was told. And so the twins were soon deaf, blind and mute again.
The thief grinned diabolically as she tapped some buttons on her Ipad “Let me entertain you ladies!” and the vibrator, the butt plug and the vibrator tied against the soles of Danielle and Emmanuelle sprang to life …
“Rachel!” Anna grinned “I am terrible hungry, should I help you with the Midnight Snack?” The blonde chuckled “I did not expect anything less Anna!” Soon the Girls sat at the large table, chatted amiably, enjoyed the Pasta al lemone and the excellent white wine – and ignored the two stringently tied up women in their back.
Danielle thought, she would go mad: She had just recovered from an orgasm, when the vibrators sprung to life again. In the few moments when she was not stimulated, tickled into insanity or vibrated she racked her brain: What had McKenzie said? “We will do something different, something worse than death! I will destroy you – but not in the way you expect!” Never tickle a sleeping dragon! she thought.
The sitting hogtie was most uncomfortable and the soles of her feet cramped again. Then she sensed the presence of another person. Nimble fingers pulled her panties away – and something cold hit her most sensitive parts! Ice cubes!! They melted like snow in the sun.
Emmanuelle shrieked into her gag as someone inserted itching powder in her panties!
Time passed – agonizingly slow. She must have dozed off, because the sound of Sarah McKenzie´s voice rang in her ears: “Listen Girls! You will go now on a little trip – sleep a while – and tomorrow is the big day! Sounds like fun, don´t you think?” Danielle felt a sharp prick in her neck and everything became black.
30 Minutes later three women entirely clad in black lifted two large black trolleys into a black van in the underground parking garage. Two minutes later the van left the parking garage …