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The Dark Lady in full swing, enjoy!
And more to come tomorrow!
Chapter II:
Munich: Alte Pinakothek, Saal II, Top Floor, late afternoon:
Alte Pinakothek, Munich, Southern Facade
The Dark Lady had taken a seat in front of Albrecht Durer’s famous Self Portrait, obviously entirely engrossed in studying this Masterpiece of the famous Painter. Well, she was studying and she was engrossed – but not only in admiring Durer’s Art.
Self-Portrait of Albrecht Dürer painted in early 1500
No, she was on the hunt. She had spent the day with sightseeing: The Marienplatz, the Theatinerkirche, the Feldherrnhalle, the Residenz and now the Alte Pinakothek which housed one of the most famous collections of the Old Masters worldwide in one league with the National Gallery or the Louvre.
Theatine Church, Munich
And there she was, a tall brown haired, athletic woman, obviously a tourist like any other, to the casual observer, she included. But to the eye of the trained observer, there were small tell-tale signs. “She is to polished and precise, looking everywhere but at me. If this Woman is a tourist, then I am Albrecht Durer”, Sarah McKenzie thought sarcastically.
And if “Brownie” was there, “Blondie” would be not too far away too. Those two were good, very good. As a trained professional she had to admit that. But she was not just an ordinary professional like anybody else, no, she was more and better and she intended to prove it.
In Heidelberg her professional and her personal pride had been roughly shaken by Christine von der Marwitz and her friends. She inwardly shuddered when she remembered the scene, when von der Marwitz had stood beside her, the Katana raised in a firm two-hand grip and poised to strike, like a god dammed Angel of Vengeance. And then she had spared her.
In Nuremberg her professional Pride had been hurt a second time, when von Winterfeldt had tasked his faithful Valkyries with a job, which had been rightfully hers. That had hurt too. And while she saw Christine von der Marwitz as her equal adhering to a code of honour: Carl von Winterfeldt was an entirely different breed.
The man liked to style himself as man of honour as a “Gentile homme”, but he was just a power-hungry predator. Beneath the polished surface lurked something much more unpleasant – and that was the reason why they were playing this game now: She and Brownie and Blondie.
The duo had followed her the whole day. And her instincts told Sarah McKenzie that they weren´t just there for a chat among old friends. No, there was something more sinister at play.
But, she had a lifetime of playing this game and she was very good at it, as Brownie and Blondie would learn soon enough, a devious smile curled the Dark Ladies full lips. Soon!
The same day, around 2200 Hours, Kaulbachstraße 43, third floor:
The casual observer would have seen nothing unusual. After sightseeing the whole day, the Dark Lady had returned to the flat she had rented beforehand on the third floor. The Building in the Maxvorstadt had been erected in the late 19th Century. So the floors had parquets and the rooms, had high ceilings.
Sarah McKenzie had taken a long shower, had had a light dinner, had zapped through the TV-Program and was now calling it a day and going to bed early. She went into the bedroom, heaved a sigh went to bed and it was lights out. Since it was a little stuffy inside she had left the balcony doors open. A light breeze moved the curtains.
Down across the street inside a black SUV two dark clad figures were watching the third floor attentively. They watched the lights going out and waited. Brunhild and Freya were very certain, that they had not been spotted by the target. The Dark Lady had done what any other tourist would have done. And now, they would pay her a visit.
Their instructions had been clear: They should interrogate the target and then terminate the business connection between their Boss and Sarah McKenzie permanently. And so it would happen.
They waited for another hour. Then they crossed the street, silently, smoothly ducking from cover to cover like black elegant cats. The entrance door of the building posed no further Problems and they slipped inside, barely slowing down, to avoid the cameras. Carefully, nearly without making any sound they ascended the stairwell.
Brunhild and Freya paused a second before the door of the flat at the third floor where their target lived. Everything was quiet.
Brunhild gestured at the door. Freya took a small tool out of the many pockets of her combat gear and set to work. Only a soft hum and then a very faint click could be heard.
The door swung open and the two Valkyries entered their weapons at the ready, covering each other and moving stealthy ahead.
They knew that the bedroom was at the end of the floor, to the right. Though ever the professionals, they checked the over rooms first, which were empty as it had to be expected.
Carefully, slowly, poised and ready to strike they neared the bedroom door, which was not totally closed and stood slightly ajar. They could hear the soft regularly breathing of a sleeping person.
Brunhild grabbed the door handle and pushed the door carefully open. On the bed they could discern the blurred outlines of a sleeping person … perfect. Brunhild motioned to Freya and they entered, slowly moving nearer the bed.
Brunhild and Freya approached cautiously, keeping their weapons trained on the Dark Lady. "Too easy." Freya smiled, "How the mighty are about to fall." she whispers, standing side by side with Brunhild at the edge of the bed.
They exchange a glance of confusion, each feeling a tiny pin prick just above their ankles. They hold on to each other praying the room would stop spinning. They collapse to the ground in each other arms, as their eyes flutter closed.
A malevolent smile curled the lips of Sarah McKenzie, as she slides from under the bed. "Good evening Ladies!”
30 Minutes later:
Between Brunhild´s Temples someone worked with a sledgehammer. Her whole body ached. Then the memories rushed back, they had entered the target´s flat, the bedroom and then a sharp pain and spinning and then Blackness ….
She lay on a soft surface, a bed? She felt a cool whoosh of air on her skin. She had been stripped to Bra and Panties. As her Brain began working again slowly, Brunhild took stock of the situation, analysed it, as her training kicked in.
She could not open her eyes, because her eyes were covered with a blindfold. She was gagged, by the feel of it with a heavy well-padded Panel Gag with a very, very large foam ball in the centre. Brunhild knew those. A short while she had gagged Sophie Reichenbach with one of those ….
She could touch her bare heels, because she was tightly, very tightly hogtied. Toes tied together, her long brown hair tied back to her toes and to a very tight crotch rope securing something inside her Pussy by the feel of it. She could just wiggle her toes a bit. Brunhild sensed some movement next to her. Freya? A groan escaped her lips, much reduced by the heavy gag.
Sarah McKenzie locked down on the two tightly hogtied women before her in delight. Both were awake as she could tell by the subtle movements, appraising them.
“Time to have a little chat, you two, don’t you think?” She said cheerily.
Freya felt, that someone fumbled at the buckles which held her blindfold in place. She blinked and it took a moment before her vision cleared. At her right side she could more sense than see Brunhild. “We are in deep trouble.” She thought.
Since the restricted movement of her head she could only see black leather tights in front of her at first, when the woman sat in a chair three meters away, Freya could see her fully: It was the Black Lady. A shudder crept along Freya´s spine. She knew the Dark Lady by reputation only, but that was enough to make her shudder.
Sarah McKenzie regarded the two tightly bound women before her, who stared at her eyes wide above their gags: “We all knew, why you are here: How was the phrase: “To review our business relations? Name one good reason why I shouldn't just put a bullet in your heads?" she chuckles with the sound of fine glass tinkling on a stone floor, "Sorry I forgot you have a mouthful at the moment.”
She takes a slow deep breath and rolls her shoulder, “Under other circumstances I would gladly torture the hell out of you and then put you out of your misery. However, ladies, we do not find ourselves under normal circumstances. Therefore, I won´t do that.”
The Black Lady could be mistaken, but a sign of relief crossed the faces of her guests. “I will let you go, but you will deliver my former employer a message.” “But first, we will have fun. Well I will have fun at least, I have brought presents” She gestured at on some items lying on the Couch. “You may have sensed the intruders between your legs.”
“Let's warm you up a little bit.” Sarah McKenzie added cheerily. She sauntered to the bed took her gloves and boots off and positioned herself kneeling between her unwilling guests.
From this position she could comfortably tickle the four soles of Brunhild and Freya at once. While the two got a good whiff of her sweaty nyloned soles, the Dark Lady unleashed her long fingernails …, Moments later heavily muffled peals of weary laughter could be heard, for at least 15 Minutes.
Kaulbachstraße 43, the next morning, around 0800 Hours:
The Entrance doors of Number 43 opened and two women went out on the street: One brown haired, one blonde. Both walked gingerly and very stiff as if they had to walk on egg shells.
Neither woman looked at anyone on the street, or even each other, in the eyes. From the third floor Sarah McKenzie watched as the Duo crossed the street and went to a black a SUV, parking on the street 20 Meters away.
She could barely hide her amusement, watching as Brunhild and Freya entering the car with obvious and rather ungraceful, discomfort. “Not so proud anymore my dear Valkyries” she thought satisfied. And even better: Von Winterfeldt would go mad; the Punishment what was in store for the two agents would be horrible. Which was by far the more elegant solution, she thought.
Now to the business at hand: Sarah McKenzie had made a decision: She had to find Christine von der Marwitz and have a long talk. She sighed, that was not something she looked forward to, when she remembered the cold eyes of the Pianist when she had talked to Sarah in the Hotel Room, about Peter Riefenstahl – and other things. But there was no other way. It had to be done. It was a question of honour after all. Her Honour and everything she believed in.
In the SUV:
Moving with utmost care Brunhild sat next to Freya, who would be doing the driving. A grimace of pain crossed her face when she fastened her safety belt. Freya smiled sympathetically: “Ouch!”
“I know.” The Dark Lady had lived up to her promise and had had her fun with Brunhild and Freya:
Expertly she had played them like instruments: Tickling, Vibrators, Bastinado, Ice Cubes, Hot Candles, Nipple clamps and the good old Spanking Paddle. “At least she has refrained from using a whip” Brunhild mused darkly.
As her “parting gift” the Dark Lady had presented them with the Vibrators and tightly locked chastity belts: “I'll send the combinations to remove the belts to Frau von Stülpnagel.”
She had set the vibrators so, that they were constantly reminded of their presence, but any orgasm was far away. “We do not want you cause a crash on the Motorway because Orgasm hits you”, she had added with mocked concern.
Brunhild steeled herself for the inevitable: “Freya, establish a connection to Base. Susanne will waiting for our report.” If Brunhild feared anything it was not the physical pain. That she could deal with.
Burns and bruises would heal. Failure on the other hand was something, which was taken not lightly in von Winterfeldt´s Service. If Brunhild feared anything it was the fact that she had to report failure.
Not only had they not reached their objective, eliminating the target. They lived to bear the shame and disgrace because the target had ambushed them. And the “walk of shame” would be a painful one.
In general Susanne was a kindred soul, but in von Winterfeldt´s Absence she acted in his stead, which meant she would punish them, as she thought her Boss would. She would make an example of them.
Freya punched in a Code in the Intercom. The connection was built up, then a curt “Yes?”
Brunhild spoke: “Base this is Valkyrie 1”
“Report!”
“We did not achieve our objective.”
“And the target?”
“Is alive.”
The Silence hang heavy in the Air.
"Return to Base immediately and report to me personally for debriefing. That´ll be all.”
The connection was severed.
Brunhild and Freya exchanged a glance; a sense of dread filled them.
"The journey from heaven to hell was a short one." Brunhild brooded. 48 Hours ago, she and her Team had basked in the Glory of success: Eliminating Reichenbach and abducting Sophie Reichenbach successfully.
Now they had failed, failed abysmally, and would pay the price.