Well, dear [mention]Bandit666[/mention], then have fun reading Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“Some like it hot”
or:
“If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”
(Harry S. Truman)
Unknown Location, around the same time:
“Some like it hot”
or:
“If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”
(Harry S. Truman)
Unknown Location, around the same time:
Chris starred at the ceiling. On a large LECD Screen she could watch a movie “El Cid” starring Sophia Loren and Charlton Heston. She could do little else. The way she was confined was interesting – from a professional point of view. Perfectly secure on one hand – but really comfortable on the other hand:
True, her body was compressed on all sides, she could not move an inch - of course she was gagged … what had Natasha told her grinning? “You will love it!” “I would call that an exaggeration” Chris mused but on a certain level she was intrigued.
After breakfast she had been wheeled down in the Spa. Of course she had been gagged with one of those large panel gags, she had been blindfolded – and earbuds robbed her of her hearing.
Truth to be told? Chris had only been too willing, to let the blonde and the red haired maids do their magic – and in fact she enjoyed it. Since she did not know, what would be coming her way in the next days, she had to ensure to stay in shape as best as she could: Massages and other treatments wouldn´t hurt.
Politely she had asked her handlers if she was allowed to do her usual training regimen consisting of Tai Chi Exercise and several martial arts kata. Push ups, sit ups and the like. After a short whispered discussion the maids had given their consent.
Exercise clothes had been provided – and Chris could tell that Jelena and Ivanka watched with some fascination as the blonde did her exercise. But they had never let their guard down – and Chris knew well enough that she was under surveillance the whole time. So she just focused on doing her Katas, tried to blend out everything else. It costed her some energy – but she pulled through.
The reminder of midmorning Chris had enjoyed the administrations of the maids. As she was brought back to her quarters in the early afternoon the blonde felt as good as she had not felt since she had been kidnapped.
The next surprise awaited her in her quarters: On the centre of her bed laid some sort of gigantic contraption, which looked like an oversized blue mummy bag. “This thing is truly massive” Chris mused “It has to be heavily down filled.
Only now the blonde registered that the mummy bag was held by a system of broad straps in centre of the bed. Two more smaller contraptions laid on the floor … next to it a rubber mattress laid. She was released from the wheel chair – but her handlers left the large panel gag in place.
“Undress please Chris!” the red haired Ivanka bade her – and the blonde – who did not consider herself a prude, was thankful that the guards waited outside. With a sigh, she kicked the fluffy slippers of her feet pulled her hose down, and took off the upper part of her PJ´s. She stood just in Panties and Bra on the floor. Jelena pointed to her bra and panties. Chris understood the hint and unhooked her bra, and rolled her panties down.
“If you would do lie down on the Mattress, please?” Ivanka instructed her. And ever being the model captive, Chris did as she was told. The rubbery surface felt cold under her skin. Chris felt a pat on her hips and took that as her cue to lift her butt.
The blonde had been sure, that after yesterday she could not feel humiliated any more … but she was wrong. She felt that cool cream was applied on her butt – and her most sensitive parts. Chris felt her face redden. “This cream helps to avoid diaper rash” Jelena helpfully explained – which did not help the blonde to feel less embarrassed.
And only now Chris realized what was about to happen, and her face turned even redder. Something soft and thick was laid under her butt – and another pat on her hips signalled her to lower her butt on the diaper.
But before Jelena closed the taps of the diaper, she inserted something in Chris´ Vagina …. “Notice to myself” the pianist thought “What is the ultimate humiliation? Being diapered or having a vibrator put in my pussy on a regular basis – and being diapered?”
The feeling of the thick diaper around her groin was strange … the blonde had not much time to think about that, because the two maids helped her to stand: Jelena handed her one of those down filled suits, she already knew. Chris put it on. The next part of her restrains she already knew too: Heavily padded bondage mittens. Also familiar the equally heavily padded manacles which held her wrists before her body.
Chris could not hide a smile under her gag “Who would have thought that I would be a model prisoner” Two straps held her arms against her body. Five more straps secured her legs together. Two smaller one around her insteps – and her big toes were cuffed. Slightly swaying Chris stood on the rubbery mattress.
Gently Jelena and Ivanka helped Chris to lie down on the first restraining bag. After the two maids had manhandled her into the first two bags, Jelena called for the assistance of two of her guards, to help them to lift Chris´ cocooned body into the third bag. It was a strange feeling as the zipper of the third bag was closed … she felt her body compressed on all sides. Then she was alone – and suddenly the vibrator had sprung to life!
To watch “El Cid” had been a welcomed distraction … to stop the wheels spinning in her head. The worst was the forced inactivity. Chris was just not the type to sit idly on her hands. That she had to do exactly that now, gnawed at her.
Sensei Nakamura would have without a doubt chided her for her impatience “But Sensei I am only human” she apologized – and banged her head in frustration on the soft pillow under her head …..and strained against her restraints – with all her might. Tears stroked down her cheeks – and she screamed into her gag. Her pulse accelerated, her breast was heaving.
Natasha watched with interest – and a smile curled her lips. If the pianist only knew, what Entertainment she had planned in the late afternoon …. To say it would be steamy hot would be an understatement.
Saint Petersburg: Early Afternoon: Somewhere near theVilla of Olga Samsonova around 0700 PM:
A small smile curled Anna´s lips under her full visor helmet as she sneaked stealthily through the park which surrounded the Samsonov Estate. The Estate itself was surrounded by a high wall, with a state of the art security system. Anna´s target was a small Pavilion, roughly in 100 metres distance from northern wall.
It´s door was made of metal, by the look of it the door had not been opened for decades: A thick layer of rust encrusted it. Picking its lock was the easy part, to open it, without making too much noise was the difficult one.
After every centimetre Anna waited and listened. This was one of the situations when it paid off to possess the absolute pitch of a professional musician. To her it seemed, as if it took hours till the opening was large enough so that she could slip stealthily inside. The air inside was stale and damp – and smelled of decay.
Carefully Anna searched the walls till she found what she was looking for: At the northern wall of the Pavilion stood the statue of a Faun who seemed to look right at her. How Vasyli had dug out that information she did not know. She stepped in front of the statue, and pressed her fingers in the eyes of the Faun.
A soft click – and the Faun glided aside. There was a gaping hole now in the floor and stairs led into the darkness. Anna took a deep breath and began her descent into the darkness. Her AK 12 Rifle at the ready. Carefully she stepped on the first stair ….
Inside the Villa: Olga Samsonova´s private study
Olga Samsonova smiled haughtily down at Anastasia who was still tightly tied and gagged – but not hooded anymore. From bleary eyes the young historian stared up at her captor. Her beautiful features bore the marks of a beating, administered by Samsonova´s Personal Assistant “She is at least mad as Samsonova herself” Anastasia thought – to keep her face straight was difficult, not to show her despair …. Anna could not come ….Anna would not come ….
Samsonova was impressed though: the younger woman had shown much more resilience than she had expected. In the end she had talked – they always did. Jelena Issinbajewa was very skilled in persuading unwilling guests – without causing too much obvious damage.
Now Anastasia sat here in Samsonova´s private study: Tied to a chair: Elbows and wrists still welded together, her mouth stuffed to the bursting point while her lower face had been vanished behind a wall of tape, which compressed the historian´s face.
Gleefully the older woman had explained to her that she had worn the socks which had been stuffed in Anastasia´s mouth in the Gym “They were soaking wet when I pulled them off” Samsonova had not been finished though. She pinched the historian´s nipples firmly.
Anastasia´s protests were heavily muffled “You are still making too much noise” the black haired woman told her victim and covered the tape across the brown haired woman´s mouth with a complete Ace Bandage. After another test of the gag´s efficiency Samsonova was obviously pleased.
Now the mad woman explained what fate she had planned for Anastasia: “Later in the evening we will make a boat tour together on the Neva, there you will take bath. Don´t worry, you will be frozen to death before you drown - eventually!” Anastasia´s eye´s grew wider still “It will be over quickly!” Samsonova told her – but Anastasia´s eyes had not widened out of fear. No, she registered the door to the study opened centimetre for centimetre. A figure entirely clad in black slid inside as stealthily as a cat.
“And nobody will ever know, what happened to you!” Samsonova was very pleased with herself. “I beg to disagree” a melodious alto voice spoke behind her. The Lawyer whirled around – and froze: Three metres before her stood a figure entirely clad in black: A black full visor helmet, black body armour, black combat boots. An evil looking automatic rifle aimed rightly between Samsonova´s eyes, firm and steady.
Samsonova regained her composure “Who are you, and what are you doing in my house!” she demanded. The intruder chuckled mirthlessly “Who I am? Your worst nightmare!” “What am I doing in your house? Rescuing a damsel in distress! And now you move your fat backside away from the girl! Now!”
The Lawyer made a swift move to Anastasia. The Assailant pulled the trigger once, one single shot only – and Samsonova felt as if hot iron graced the crown of her head. She stood shock still, her eyes wide with shock now “The next one goes between your eyes” the black clad woman, and Anastasia was sure by now that her rescuer was female, informed Samsonova coolly. She made a motion with the gun: “Now, undress Comrade Samsonova!” the woman in black taunted her opponent “And quickly! Don´t test my patience!”
Samsonova fumed – but complied “You will pay for this!” she hissed “You bore me to death!” her nemesis replied perfectly disdainful “Who should come to your aid?” Never leaving the other woman out of her sight, the intruder threw something before her on the floor “Your Personal Assistant has a rather conservative taste regarding underwear” Samsonova looked incredulously on the floor.
There lay a pair of white fullback panties “Jelena won´t need them anymore!” the woman in black chuckled “Stuff them in your mouth! Now!” As Samsonova hesitated a second shot barely missed her left ear lobe – she shot her assailant another malevolent look but began to stuff the worn garment in her mouth, she wretched at the foul taste.
The older woman starred daggers at the black clad intruder “Don´t dare to spit them out – or I stuff your panties in your mouth too!” Now strip! You can keep your panties and bra – for your hose I will find use though!” Samsonova´s nemesis had not raised her voice much, but her tone made it clear she meant business.
The black haired Russian glared at her opponent, but stepped out of her expensive black Louboutin Heels.
20 Minutes later Samsonova found herself dancing on the balls of her feet in a very strict strappado. Her upper body was almost parallel to the floor. Anastasia had watched with some fascination as the woman in black had effortlessly controlled the blonde and tied her up. As a finishing touch, she had adorned Samsonov nipples with evil looking clamps – or so the latter had thought … she was wrong:
Her Assailant took Samsonova´s nude pantyhose and pulled it over her head, so that the crotch panel rested firmly over her nose. The legs she wound around her head and knotted them so the smelly feet rested under her victim´s nose.
Samsonova mumbled curses in her fully packed mouth. Casually Anastasia´s saviour slapped her on her ample buttocks “Shut up!”
Only then the black clothed assailant turned her attention to the young historian. Anastasia felt keen eyes resting on her. The woman crossed the distance and looked at her bruised face.
Gently she stroked her left cheek “Those pieces of filth, if we had more time, I would teach these two a lesson they will never forget! Anyway let us get you out of this!” With precise motions the woman in black cut through Anastasia´s bonds with an ancient looking blade.
Finally she cut carefully through the many layers of the historian´s gag, while Anastasia rubbed her chafed wrists. The cruelly tight ropes had left deep indentations. Gently her saviour pulled the soggy socks out of her mouth and gave a water bottle to her “Drink in small sips!” she admonished the historian.
“Thank you!” Anastasia croaked “Who are you?” she whispered. The woman in black chuckled “You really do not recognize me, do you?” and took her helmet off. Anna smiled at Anastasia “Your face is priceless!” “But how did you find me? And how did you get in here?” Anastasia blurted out.
Anna smiled “I will tell you all – but in due time – can you walk?” “I reckon I can” the historian shrugged “Then get your shoes, your stuff, your laptop – and the item you borrowed from the Archives!” Anna pressed her. Anastasia´s face turned red “You know?” “I do” Anna confirmed, not angry in the slightest – “but grab your things, while I have a talk with Samsonova!”
She grabbed the older woman firmly by the hair, so that she had to look up at her “Listen very carefully old hag! If you show your ugly face again, or any of your goons – I will shoot first and ask questions later – and a nice dossier will go viral. Ruining you once and for all! Did you understand me?” The last words Anna had spoken very quietly.
Samsonovs eyes conveyed pure hate – she stared at her nemesis “I said did you understand me?” Anna´s voice was low. Low and dangerous. Samsonova stared back. Whack! The tied up woman almost jumped. Anna had hit her hard on her rump. Whack! It took five more slaps, till Samsonova nodded, sobbing now “I am glad we understand each other!” Anna smiled ominously “Remember everything I said! Every word!”
The violinist turned to Anastasia, who had grabbed her things “Ready?” The brown haired woman nodded “Then let´s go! But now we take the front door!” she smiled. Confidently she strode to the front door, but stopped in her tracks. Her gaze fell onto the pair of Louboutin Heels – and a devious smile crossed lips.
Out of one of her pockets she produced a role of tape. Anna stooped down and took on of the heels “I have a parting gift for you Samsonova!” and pressed the heel on the Russians nose with one hand and taped it with the other hand. At least 20 passes made sure the other woman could not dislodge it “Enjoy!” she grinned and patted her captive on the head “And forget not a word I said!” the violinist added.
“For the second one I have use as well” Anna explained to Anastasia “Wait here for me!” She left for the cellars. The violinist hurried down the steps to cellar, to the room, where Anastasia had been held captive. Anna typed in the code and opened the door “Listen b*tch!” she told the tightly hogtied woman on the floor coolly “I have a parting gift for you!” She had stripped Issinbajewa down to her panties. The chicken wing hogtie was as strict as it could get. The nipple clamps were nasty affairs, but after Anna had seen what that hag had done to Anastasia, any regrets were gone.
The Russian turned the older woman on her side: From one of her many pockets she produced a small box with powder. Anna inserted a healthy dose into Issinbajewa´s panties. The reaction was instantaneous: Samsonova´s PA howled into her gag and screamed into her fully packed mouth. Anna had gagged her with the soggy socks Anastasia had been gagged with.
“You like that do you?” she asked gleefully “Three times concentrated itching powder mixed with strong chili powder” Anna grinned and added “The powder is made from the Carolina Reaper. It delivers an average of 1,569,300 Scoville Heat Units (SHU)The more you struggle the more intense the stuff gets!” Anna explained loftily.
Before she taped the shoe of her boss to her face she filled some of the powder in it. Anna switched off the light and left the struggling and howling woman.
Anastasia waited at the door and looked expectantly at her “What did you do to her?” The violinist grinned “Some like it hot you know!” and added “Come!”
The drive back was a quiet affair – but the silence was not uncomfortable. Anastasia was still processing what had happened a short while before, while Anna was already thinking ahead. Ragna had sent her a most intriguing message …
Geneva, Switzerland: Grand Theatre de Genève:
Ekaterina was excited! Dimitri Shostakovich´s second opera Lady Macbeth of Mtensk was one of her most favourite opera´s ever. Her father would have not approved, but that was one of the advantages of studying here in the open minded Geneva and not at home in Russia: Stalin was considered a hero again under the rule of the new Tsar and so Shostakovich´s work was not played by any Opera in Russia these days.
Her father would have disapproved her choice on principle. For starters: Shostakovich was a traitor to him, who had not recognized the ingenuity of Joseph Stalin. And secondly: She loved her father, but any of the “modernists” after Rachmaninov was a book with seven seals to him: Scriabin, Prokofiev – and god forbid – Stravinsky!
As for the present? Her father was among the current rulers most ardent followers. Ekaterina and her father had often debated about his admiration for the new Ruler of Russia. She did not share his beliefs – on the contrary.
But today was – well today.
For this evening she had chosen a low cut burgundy gown, which suited her perfectly – and showed a lot of skin: There was the long slit which showed her right leg to perfection, from ankle to thigh – and her back …. Ekaterina had felt many eyes resting on her.
Her place was perfect: Row five, direct in the middle, with a perfect view on the stage. Strangely enough the seat on her left was still empty. Madame Kuznetsova, member of the Russian community in Geneva had not shown up today.
Only five minutes now! Then a commotion: Ekaterina sighed, one of those snobs probably who came too late on principle – just to make an impression. “Excuse me, thank you!” Someone sat down next to her “I am sorry! But the traffic you know! Ekaterina looked up - the woman had spoken French perfectly – with the slightest trace of an accent only.
Ekaterina could not help but to stare at the newcomer. Ekaterina was tall, with 5´ 9´´ - but the blonde on her left was herculean, she estimated 6´ 2´´? Her turquoise gown left her muscular shoulders and upper arms bare. Her perfume was intoxicating. Accidently – it was accidently? – a muscular thigh brushed hers as the blonde sat down.
Ekaterina could not help but to look at the impressive décolleté. Out of sudden the air seemed to cackle with electricity and not just because the curtain would lift shortly. The lights went out – and Ekaterina concentrated on the Music. But she felt the presence of the blonde keenly.
During the intermission between Act 1 and 2 Ekaterina found herself standing at one of the small tables together with the blonde. Her platform sandals added to her already impressive height “Sorry I forgot my manners” the blonde smiled “Ragna!” “Ekaterina!” they clanked glasses. “Ragna, where does that name come from?” Ekaterina smiled “From Iceland!” the blonde smiled back.
She had a rich alto voice, which sent shivers through the Russians spine. “What is an Islandress doing so far South?” Ragna smiled, with a twinkle in her eyes “Business – mostly, and Entertainment” she batted her eyelashes coyly.
Ekaterina was impressed how well versed her new acquaintance was, when it came to Shostakovich. She was witty, intelligent and flirty. And now and then Ekaterina felt the warm hand of Ragna on her thigh –and returned the gesture. The Russian felt a bit dizzy and very intrigued.
When they filed out of the Opera Ekaterina laid her hand gently on Ragna´s left shoulder “Where are you staying Ragna?” and the glitter in the Russian´s brown eyes was unmistakable “I rented a small apartment” the blonde smiled “What do you have in mind Ekaterina?” “Something more intimate” the blonde Russian whispered huskily “I own an Apartment in the centre”
30 Minutes later they entered Ekaterina´s Apartment. The Russian kicked off her heels – and rubbed her left sole, Ragna shod her Sandals too - Ekaterina led her in the large living room, whose panoramic windows allowed for a fantastic view on Geneva “Make yourself comfortable!” the Russian spoke over her shoulder while she busied herself in the open kitchen and returned with two Champagne flutes “Cheers!” she said “Cheers!” Ragna returned. Their eyes met. Ekaterina drained her glass and kissed the Nordic beauty fully on the mouth – and Ragna the shield maiden responded in kind.
“Boy is she strong!” Ekaterina thought as Ragna hugged her. She felt the stone hard nipples of the Islandress pressing against her body – she was definitely wearing no Bra. The Russian broke the embrace and whispered hoarsely “Follow me! Ragna the Valkyrie!” and grabbed the blonde´s right hand “Come!” Ragna did not need a second invitation …..
Later in the night:
Ragna looked down at the angelic face of the sleeping Ekaterina her long blonde mane covered the pillows. Her left hand was resting on Ragna´s right breast. Gently the Islandress removed it. Ekaterina still slept deeply. The blonde sat up, put her bare feet on the floor and tapped to her small clutch, which laid somewhere on the floor. It had been quite the tumble.
First she went to Ekaterina´s phone, and inserted some sort of flash drive into the slot. The blonde looked at the small display and smiled. Sybil had explained how this gadget worked: It cloned the phone – and installed a small, but useful program.
Ekaterina was still sleeping soundly.
Ragna produced another device and inserted it into one USB slot of the MacBook. Cloning the MacBook took a bit longer. Finally Ragna returned to the bed and snuggled against Ekaterina´s body and set her inner clock.
Very early in the morning Ragna left the apartment on her stockinged feet, her Sandals in one hand, her clutch in the other. A smile curled her lips: “Sleep well Ekaterina! I hadn´t so much fun in ages!”
When the Russian awoke the next morning, she tapped on the mattress next to her. It was empty. She yawned and stretched and sat up. On the right pillow lay a card. She read “In for lunch? Beau Rivage? 0100 PM? Kisses Ragna” Below a Mobile number ….
The evening before: Saint Petersburg, Anna´s Apartment:
Anna and Anastasia sat in front of the fireplace, the fire was burning brightly. After their return to the Apartment the violinist had ordered Anastasia brusquely into the bathroom “Have a shower and then I want to see your injuries!” As she inspected the bruises and haematoma on the younger woman´s back and torso she cursed under her breath “Who did that? Samsonova or her Personal Assistant?” “Issinbajewa” Anastasia winced as the dark haired violinist touched one of the ugly haematoma on her back, right above the left kidney.
Anna had gently tended to her bruises with a salve “Get some rest!” the Russian spoke warmly, I will freshen up and prepare dinner! But remember!” “No conversation about business during dinner!” Anastasia intoned “You are a fast learner!” Anna smiled – and it was a genuine warm smile – one the historian had not seen very often: The Anna she had got to know so far had smiled seldom.
The living room was still filled by the spicy scents of Asian Cuisine: The Thai Curry had been delicious – and superhot. Beads of sweat formed on Anastasia´s forehead, her cheeks were slightly rosy.
The violinist made no effort to hide her amusement - the historian noted that Anna Romanova was much more relaxed than yesterday. She had redressed: A black turtleneck, white leggings, two pairs of black woollen socks on her feet – her mobile signalled an incoming message. Anna read it and smiled.
The violinist sat on her couch, her legs drawn under her – and scrutinized Anastasia “How are you?” she spoke gently – and the young historian registered the empathy in her tone and in her eyes “Better” she spoke softly “I thought I would die there” her voice trailed away “And then you showed up – I was so relieved ….” She paused again “Can you forgive me Anna? What I did was really stupid ….” Anxiously she watched Anna´s face, saw the conflicting emotions crossing it as quick as clouds driven by the storm.
Eventually the violinist spoke calmly “This morning I would gladly have throttled you with my bare hands, believe me” Anna spoke only half in jest. We were incredibly lucky you know: I found your post it – and draw my conclusions, thankfully the correct ones.
That Samsonova was arrogant enough to lie me in the face was sheer dumb luck, that Vasyli got the original plans of the Villa also” she smiled “He won´t let forget me that so soon. But we got you back in one piece! Cheers!” Anna raised her glass.
They drank – and the dark haired Russian grew serious “This was incredibly close, Anastasia – this must never, never happen again” Anna had spoken calmly and low – and that more than the words itself reached Anastasia.
The violinist took another sip of her wine “And now tell me Anastasia, what did you find out!” When Anastasia had finished her story Anna nodded “So we have finally a solid lead …” “You got that message” the historian interrupted her line of thought “It was from Ragna, she has probably hit Jackpot – if she really has, it would make our mission considerably easier …”
Anna looked into the flames - she seemed to be very far away …
“You worry about Christine” Anastasia said softly – and it was not a question. For a moment Anastasia thought, Anna had not heard her “Yes I do” the violinist said absentmindedly “Chris is strong, but even her strength has limits – and honestly what we learned about Oblomov is not exactly encouraging.
But if something happens to her – I will put a bullet between his eyes – after I shot him in the balls” Anna´s eyes blazed now “I will shoot him in the groin and then in the guts, so that he dies slowly and painfully – or I will take a blunt knife - and cut off his balls" "It hurts more" she added grimly.
Anastasia believed every word.
But I will say no more 
