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Chapter III will be online around 2000 MEST - stay tuned, and follow the Quest!
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In this Chapter you learn how Peter´s assassination affects Christine, Kate and Anna.
Chapter III:
Christine, Kate and Anna walked the short distance back to Christine’s Penthouse in strained silence. When they entered the Penthouse, Christine’s kicked her heels from her feet and stormed in her rooms, without even looking at her friends
Anna and Kate changed a worried glance. “Give her some space, Kate, tomorrow Christine will be all right again”. Kate shrugged, “No Problem, what do you know about Riefenstahl and Chris? This murder got very deep under her skin, it seems.”
“I do not know much," Anna said thoughtfully, “but the two of them had a history ages ago, something deep, something short, something painful, like a god dammed Greek tragedy, that is about all I know. Christine plays this very close to her chest, she always did.”
“Hmm …”, Kate shrugged. “We have all our secrets behind the walls we built up around us. I know that from personal experience. Ask Castle, how long it took him, to tear down those walls, before I was ready to let him ….” She paused then added in an afterthought: What do we do with the rest of the day?
Anna replied softly: “I look after Christine, then I will change into something more comfortable make dinner for us and we can swap stories with a good red Wine. How sound Lasagne and a glass of Brunello di Montalcino sound for you?”
Kate: “Sounds good to me, it has been a rough day, but lasagne and wine will surely make him brighter. I'll make some calls, take a shower and join you then, I do love Lasagne!”
“Sounds perfect, old Family recipe!”, Anna grinned.
She went to Christine’s Rooms and knocked. “Enter”, she heard Christine’s voice, sounding incredible tired. Christine stood in the middle of her room. She obviously had refreshed herself and changed into a white silken dressing gown.
“Christine, how are you? Everything okay?” Anna asked softly.
“No”, Christine’s voice nearly inaudible – “no, but I will be, and you can help me with that Anna. I need to relax, to relinquish control. I want you to tie me up as tight as possible, gag me tightly, blindfold me, put some sound cancelling ear buds in my ears and leave me then for the evening. Will you do that for me?”
Anna was about to protest about this not being the right time to play, but something in her friends eyes told her that she needed this, “Of course, I will do Chris!” Anna replied firmly.
”Thank you.” Christine let her dressing gown fall on a chair. She was clad only in a matching set of purple bra and panties and nude pantyhose.
Anna went to the Wardrobe and took the things she would need. Several coils of white rope, of different thickness, an array of heavy silk shawls, ear buds and a black, heavily padded sleep mask.
Christine turned around and held her hands behind her back. Anna took the first rope, found its centre and set to work methodically immobilizing her:
Twelve turns around Christine’s slender wrists, then a chinch. Knot out of reach. 12 wraps below the Elbows, cinch. 12 wraps above the joint, cinch.
A tight breast harness, with tight rope bands above and below the breast. The ropes compress her full firm breast. Christine sighs contently. She feels the tension already leaving.
Anna ties another rope around her waist. Anchoring her wrists in the small of her back. Now Anna pulls the knotted rope, between her legs, tight against her crotch.
Christine feels the knots pressing tight in all the right places. Anna ties the rope tight at Christine’s back. The knot in Christine’s stomach begins to loosen, a soft moan escapes her lips.
“Turn around”, Anna says softly. Christine turns on her heels and faces Anna. Anna takes another coil of rope. And ties a tight band of ropes. Below the crotch rope. The Bands of rope compress the muscles of her tights. Constricting them.
Another bond above the knees. A third one direct under the knees. The fourth set of ropes compresses her calves together. Anna kneels and ties Christine’s Ankles together.
All ropes are snugly cinched and tied securely. Christine feels that as the tension of the ropes increases, the tension in her stomach recedes further. The World around her begins to diminish.
Anna taps her softly on her shoulder. Christine returns to reality. Anna had rolled up one of the heavy silk scarves. And compressed it into a tight ball of heavy silk.
“Open wide, Darling!” Gently but firm Anna presses the ball of silk in her mouth. It presses her tongue down. She feels the soft texture of the silk, tastes the scent of the Patchouli, Christine groans softly. In the meantime Anna had taken another shawl and tied a large overhand knot.
Anna pulls, slowly gently till the knot rested firmly behind Christine’s teeth. The shawl is so long that Anna can tie the ends together behind Christine’s heads, tie them against the knot in Christine’s mouth – and secure them finally in her neck.
Christine sees that Anna takes another shawl, folds it into a pad and presses it against her well stuffed mouth. She feels like in heaven now. She sees that Anna takes the third shawl and ties it in a tight band which covers her face from chin to nose. Everything is easy now. Christine’s cheeks bulge above the tight bands of silk.
Anna senses that the tension seems to leave Christine’s body. “Christine, I want you to lie down on your tummy. Can you do that for me? Christine nods.
The soft silk of the bed sheets caress her body. Christine groans softly as Anna takes her ankles and bends her legs back till her heels rested firmly on her buttocks. “Everything is tight, but I'm safe”, she thinks. She barely registers that Anna ties her ankles, back to her elbows. She can touch her heels with her fingers.
“We are almost there”, she hears Anna saying, far away. Rope tightens around the insteps of her feet, and then her toes are tied tightly together. She has totally lost control. And that is alright.
Anna takes the black sleep mask and fastens it tightly behind Christine’s back. She inserts the ear buds in her ears.
Christine: “Everything is dark now. I can't see. I can't hear. I can't speak. I can't move.” “I can only feel. The ropes compress my body. They are tight. But they are not hurting me. They keep me safe.”
Something caresses softly the soles of my right foot. Then: Nothing. Total. Silence. Peace.
Warmth fills my body. I gave up control – but that is fine.”
Anna looks down at her tightly hogtied friend. Gently rocking. “Relax and be save Christine”, she says – and leaves the room.
In the Kitchen Area she meets Kate. “How is she?" the New York Detective asks.
“She is safe now – and will be alright tomorrow. I will look after her later. What do you think? Want to assist me with the Lasagne?”
“Gladly”, Kate says. “I hope you don´t mind a good Shiraz with it?”
“Of course not”, Anna grins mischievously – and went in the Kitchen Area to fetch to glasses and the Wine.
A short while later the delicious aroma of Italian spices filled the room.
Christine: Time hat lost all meaning. She was at peace.
The Lasagne had been delicious and the Shiraz too. The tension had receded. At 2300 Anna and Kate decided to call it a day, the day had been stressful. “Let's look after Christine!”, Kate followed suit.
Christine laid on her bed still in her tight hogtie. Taking slow, deep and regular breaths. “Bondage Meditation? I must try that someday." Kate grinned.
“Happy to oblige! Anna Romanova at your service!”, Anna chuckled.
She went to the bed and touched Christine's left sole lightly. No reaction. Kate and Anna set to work to lose Christine´s bonds.
Christine didn't even stir when Anna removed her gag at last. She covered her friend's body with a soft, but warm sheet, switched the lights out and left the sleeping Christine.
“Good night, Kate," Anna said as they parted.
“You too. Tomorrow will be a better day, I´m sure of it.”, replied the detective assuringly and went into her room.