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GreyLord wrote: ↑1 year ago
So exciting, so much promise, so well written.
Thank you very much [mention]GreyLord[/mention] ! I revised the preview a last time - so you may notice the one or the other change.
Chapter 5
“On open display”
or:
“To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.”
Deuteronomy 32:35
Russia, Saint Petersburg, Anna´s apartment, early evening:
Eventually Anastasia could not restrain herself any longer “You promised me answers” the words tumbled out of her mouth – louder than she had intended. Expectantly she looked at Anna. The Russian on the other hand seemed in no hurry to swallow the fork full of spaghetti al lemone, savoured the taste and took a sip of the fine Frascati “Yes, I promised you answers. You will get them – after dinner” she replied calmly and continued “Did anybody tell you it is impolite to talk about business at dinner?” and returned to her pasta. Anastasia was simply taken aback – and speechless.
She considered arguing the point, but Anna´s tone and demeanour had made it clear, that she would get her answers after dinner only. The Russian had not been overtly rude, no, the historian had to concede – but after they had still made not any headway with their research for any traces of the treasure though, Anna´s mood had turned sour. After the call of the mysterious Sybil she had been elated, relieved. That feeling of elation had melted like snow in the sun.
Earlier:
“We have an appointment” Anna had reminded Anastasia, after they had left the archives “Before we return home” she had added, her mouth a thin line, her jaws set. Anastasia´s curiosity had been peaked, when they had driven northwest to the old harbour. The violinist had stopped in the yard of an abandoned factory.
She seemed tense – but relaxed as she discovered a large black van. Its front lights blinked in a certain rhythm – Anastasia watched as Anna responded in the same way.
Three men got out of the van. The one in the middle was very tall, taller than the violinist. As Anastasia could see, he had short black cropped hair. Anna left the car “you stay” she turned to the historian “No, I won´t” the brown haired woman replied firmly – and sounded mutinous, challenging Anna.
The dark haired Russian looked her directly into the eye “I could handcuff you” – the air was tense. The two women locked eyes. Eventually Anna nodded “Okay come with me, but keep in the background – and don´t talk to anybody about this meeting, right?” Anastasia nodded and they left the car, turned around and said “Or I would have to kill you!”
The man in the middle walked at them – they met roughly in the middle between the two cars. “Anna!” a broad smile crossed his chiselled features “Vasyli” the violinist replied warmly – and they hugged.
Vasyli eyed Anna up and down “You look radiant!” Anna cracked a small smile “And you are still the worst liar I know. I look terrible” “A bit worse for wear” Vasyli conceded “It has been a while, the last time we met” I woke up in my own puke and you were gone!”
The violinist grinned “You should not have drunk so much!” Anna grew serious “You got the stuff I asked you for?” The man called Vasyli nodded “That and a few extras for old friendship´s sake “You are on the war path Anna” - the violinist hesitated “You could say that” she replied guardedly “Show me the merchandise”
“All in due time” Vasyli smiled “But you should introduce me to your silent beautiful companion first!” Anastasia blushed and Anna chuckled “And ruin her life? Hell no!” she turned to Anastasia “Anastasia, this is Vasyli, Vasyli this is Anastasia” and added “You should stay away from him: Vasyli has broken more hearts than I can count!”
“My pleasure Anastasia!” and to the historian´s utter surprise Vasyli greeted her with a perfect hand kiss – his lips barely brushed her hand. Anastasia´s cheeks again reddened slightly. “The merchandise Vasyli?” Anna interrupted – only a tad impatient “Excuse me Anastasia” Anna´s acquaintance smiled at her “but when the Grand Duchesse is calling – you should not let her wait, maybe another time!” He followed Anna who strode already to the van.
“I meant it” Vasyli remarked, when he had caught up with her “You are on the war path, Anna Alexandrovna Romanova, I know you” “Not a war I chose” Anna returned curtly “This fight found me – and before you ask I cannot tell you much more. Does the name Boris Oblomov ring a bell?”
Vasyli grew serious “The man is powerful, fabulously rich – and ruthless” Anna chuckled mirthlessly “That we learned already” and made a decision “He has kidnapped my best friend and threatens to kill her, if I don´t do his bidding”
“Then you should hurry Anna” Vasyli remarked, all jest gone “A friend of mine at the police had a case. Several high class prostitutes and powerful beautiful women tortured and killed – the evidence pointed in Oblomov´s direction – and my friend was firmly told to let the matter rest. The women were all tall blondes” Anna´s face grew even more fierce “If he hurts Chris I will cut his balls off, with a blunt bread knife and make him eat them!”
They had reached the back of the van by now and Vasyli´s men opened its backdoors. In the compartment several heavy looking wooden boxes, customary for military gear, Anna inspected the content – and nodded “Thank you Vasyli!” She turned on her heel to leave. Vasyli held her back gentle but firm “Anna, I know you are as tough as nails, but this guy is dangerous – you would never ask for it, so I offer it to you: Call me, whenever you need help”
Anna´s hard expression grew soft “I know Vasyli – and I will” she hugged him tightly while his men loaded the boxes in her car. They parted – and Anna turned abruptly on her heel and strode to her car, straight, head held high.
Vasyli knew why she had turned so swiftly. She didn´t want him seeing the tears in her eyes. Anastasia and Anna did not talk, when they drove back to Anna´s Apartment. Now and then the historian chanced a glance at the violinist: She had gripped the steering wheel tightly, jaws set, her mouth a thin line, her knuckles white.
Anna´s Appartment - the present:
After dinner Anna and Anastasia relocated to the living room. Anastasia felt like sitting on hot coals, but something held her back to approach the violinist a second time. In the large fire place a bright fire burned and filled the room with its warmth.
Anna had dressed into a thick red woollen turtleneck, black leggings and two pairs of thick red woollen socks on her feet, sitting on the couch with her legs folded under her, holding a crystal goblet filled with red wine in her right she starred into the fire, now and then taking a sip of the rich and heavy red wine.
The dark haired violinist seemed to be far away for a while. She let the red wine swirl around in her goblet looked into the swirling flames then at Anastasia “Sybil ….” she began “Who is Sybil? First and foremost she is a very good friend of Chris and me. Besides that? She is our secretary, as I told you – Chris´ and mine. Chris and I are working as investigators, when we are not on the stage”
Anna paused – concentrating - she took another sip of the wine …
“Chris founded Art Incorporated while we studied in Vienna together – and I joined her. Sybil is also one of the most accomplished hackers in the world. She hacked the Pentagon and the FBI during her studies at the MIT” Now Anastasia listened with rapt attention “Art Incorporated is specialized on recovering stolen and lost art” Anna added.
The historian nodded “That is why your family wants you to find the Romanov-Treasure” she concluded” “Among other things” Anna agreed “They know I can handle myself”
“And who is Ragna?” Anastasia pressed on “Ragna ….” a small smile curled Anna´s lips “Ragna is a very good friend too – and Chris´ and my Housekeeper” The Violinist raised her hand, as Anastasia opened her mouth “She insists on that title – and you don´t mess with a 6´8´´ tall blonde Icelandress” she smiled “Sparring with Ragna is a challenge, she is an excellent cook too” Anna paused for a moment – a warm smile crossed her lips, but was gone as quick - “And before you ask? Sybil called because she uncovered information that could prove vital in saving Chris – no, I will not tell more, I have to think things through, then we will talk about that – I promise”
Her tone made it clear, that this was final.
Anna changed the subject “How are you Anastasia? I don´t think it happens every day that you are assailed and tied up and gagged …”
Slowly at first, haltingly – then even more fluently, Anastasia began to talk … and the more she talked the easier it felt. And Anna was a good listener as she found out.
Day 3: Russia, unknown Location, hours before:
“Frau von der Marwitz you do look radiant!” The voice of Yelena, one of the maids assigned to her, making her presentable, interrupted Chris´ line of thought. She eyed herself critically in the large mirror “I do look perfect from the tips of my toes to the hips of my hose – and the crown of my head” a sarcastic little smile crossed her lips. Yelena and Ivanka had done a perfect job:
The makeup high lightened her classical features – and covered the still ugly bruise under her left eye. The two young women had massaged away most of the pains in her arms and legs – and her back. Chris had in fact enjoyed the massage of her feet, the pedicure – having her Brazilian landing strip trimmed by another woman had been a peculiar, but not unpleasant sensation.
Outdone themselves the two maids had with Chris´ blond mane. It resembled now a crown woven of braids. One large diamond rested on her breast bone. On her feet she wore a pair of stylish black Aquazura Mules with a medium block heel. Black hose, black bra and black panties completed her “attire”.
“I do look like a vamp or like an over prized whore” Chris mused darkly. After being released from the Pillar she had spent the time resting and meditating. Preparing for what would be coming her way. The blonde was resolved not to give her captor the pleasure to lose control. This was about the only thing she could do – for now. Her time would come. Chris focused on that moment.
Absentmindedly she donned the silken black dressing gown Yelena gently laid over her bare shoulders “Thank you Yelena” Chris smiled at the younger woman, who blushed slightly. They were interrupted by her “honour guard” Natasha gave Chris the once over “You did a perfect job Yelena and Ivanka, the Boss will be pleased” the two maids curtsied.
She turned to the pianist “The Boss seems to be in a good mood today, if you behave, we can forego the gag and the wheelchair – and you can walk on your own accord. Blindfold, handcuffs and earbuds are mandatory though” Chris nodded “I will comply” – even those small favours would be a blessing!
Five minutes later they walked along a long corridor, after Chris and her “honour guard” had left the elevator. The air felt cool on Chris hot skin – not cool enough to cause goose bumps. Her guards guided her – surprisingly gentle: A short stop, a turn to the left. She crossed a threshold. They were in a smaller room now. She felt that someone fumbled at the blindfold, while another pair of hands removed her ear buds.
Chris looked around: They were indeed in a rectangular room, in its centre stood a polished round stone table, in its centre a metal post. “Not the fitting location for a festive dinner” the blond thought “We are on the level below the dining hall” – as if Natasha had her thoughts read again – “this table can be elevated to the dining hall ….”
Only slowly Chris realized the meaning behind the words “I will be sitting on that table” her pulse accelerated, she tensed – she felt a firm grip at her shoulder – “Remember what we talked about” Natasha had spoken perfectly calm, but this was enough: Chris composed herself – even if her instincts told her to fight – it costed her an enormous effort to withstand that instinct.
“Let us get you ready!” Natasha spoke – almost gently “It is time”
30 Minutes later Chris was in a murderous mood. With all the strength she could muster she tried to control her raging fury: She sat on the cold stone table: Chris´ back was pressed firmly against the pole her arms were welded together behind the metal post at wrists, elbows: under – and above the joint. A tight figure eight breast harness compressed and enhanced her breasts from above and below. She wore her bra – still.
At one point while Natasha had restrained her Chris almost had lost control: when the Russian had inserted a vibrator in her pussy and crotch roped her. Thankfully the blonde had already been gagged with a very large harness ball gag, which hid the substantial packing of two panties – her own.
Surprisingly gentle the Russian had calmed her “You are strong, you will get through this” Chris eyes had blazed with supressed fury, but she had relented and allowed her Handler to restrain her further.
Now Chris sat on the table. Her legs had been frog tied first, the nyloned soles of her feet her big toes had been tied together afterwards. Natasha had taken pleasure in caressing her soft soles before she tied them together – this position made Chris as vulnerable as she could possibly be. She was still fighting her emotions, the blonde had to fight hard to supress the hot hanger.
But she would get through this. Her handler had encouraged her in a peculiar way - Natasha had gripped her head with both hands and kissed her fully on her ball gagged lips “Stay strong!” Chris had been surprised how fiercely her handler had kissed her. There was more to the Russian than met the eye.
Now she was alone in the chamber. Natasha and her guards had left some time ago. Chris tested her ropes – not that she expected to find any weak spot: It kept her mind occupied. And she could not help it, the crotch rope and the vibrator did their work – and her body reacted. The blonde hated herself for that.
A while later her perfect pitch detected dimmed sounds above her: Voices, steps, laughter. Suddenly the floor plates above her moved, the sounds were clearer now, a spotlight covered her in light.
The table began to move upwards – Chris steeled herself, her face an inscrutable mask, like that of an ancient Greek marble goddess: Unearthly beautiful, smooth and pale and bare of any emotion.
Minutes earlier: Dinner Hall:
Boris Oblomov was in high spirits. Natasha had informed him, that the blonde pianist had yielded. His friends would be delighted. And this evening´s main exhibit would serve his ambitions and his prestige. He observed his guests: The vodka was already flowing freely. The dinner table had been formed in a u-shape. In the empty space between the stone table would appear soon.
The Oligarchs booming voice rang through the hall “Friends, Comrades – I am so delighted that you have followed my invitation!” Loud Cheers “Today I have a surprise for you, a special guest, as you may say!” More cheers “But let us take a seat first!” When all the powerful and wealthy men had taken their places Oblomov rose again “Allow me to present to you Christine von der Marwitz!” The table had risen fully by now – and what the men saw was this: A tall beautiful blonde woman, tied and gagged to a pole, clad just in black bra black panties and black hose. Stunned silence for one moment, then screams and shouts, hoots.
Chris just stared ahead, the air in the hall was cooler, so goose bumps formed on her skin “Gods give me strength” she prayed – and the vibrator between her legs began to buzz again – on a medium setting. “Boris Jossifovitch” one of Oblomov´s guests shouted “Are we allowed to inspect the merchandise?” Oblomov smiled “Be my guest, my friends!” Chris steeled herself.
Greedy hands touched her, squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, felt her up … this went on for a while till the first course was served. The table had begun to turn, Chris had lost her bra soon, it had not taken long, the first of her host´s guests had threw a gnawed off bone at her – and hit her on her forehead – Chris did not flinch - it got worse as the vodka flowed freely.
Just now the table had turned so that she faced Oblomov. It stopped. Her green drilled eyes into his black. Oblomov was fascinated by the intense hate in these eyes. He smiled maliciously – and the table made another turn. A piece of greasy meat hit Chris squarely in the face.
The hours passed: By now Chris had lost any track of time … she was a quivering, shivering dirty, slimy mess by now. She had orgasmed before those animals – more than once. Greasy fingers had touched her, pinched her nipples had smeared tiramisu on her body and in her face one man had put ice cubes in her panties.
Only her burning hate had helped her to get through this, without losing control. And she would remember every face: The one who had squeezed her breasts so tightly, she would have screamed, the one who had pinched her nipples simultaneously, the one who had slapped her in the face, the one who had kissed her on her gagged lips, the one who had tugged rhythmically at her crotch rope and pinched her nose – till she had the feeling to suffocate.
At some point Oblomov had gotten up. Chris had not noticed that in the ball of the harness gag a small tube had been installed “Friends! Surely the Lady is thirsty!” Cheers erupted. He took a goblet filled with vodka and pressed it against the tube of the gag “I want you to suck Christine!” he whispered “You will suck - now!” Chris swallowed her pride and did her best to suck.
The potent liquor doused the gag packing and Oblomov did not stop before the alcohol trickled down her throat burning hot – till the goblet was empty. Greedily the blonde sucked air through her nose. Chris felt slightly dizzy. Her eyes radiated bloodlust though “Such spirit!” Oblomov chuckled “I love that in a woman!”
His “friends” cheered – and another load of tiramisu hit Chris fully in the face, and obscured her sight.
Then it was over “Friends!” Oblomov had shouted, why don´t we continue this tremendous evening with some willing ladies!”
“Let us play with this blonde! Boris Jossifovitch!” one of his guests had shouted “No, I know your way to play Igor!” Oblomov smiled “And I have plans for my special guest!” As his guests filed out, Oblomov had come to Chris, forced her to look into his eyes “You did well today Frau von der Marwitz” he paused “And I will keep my word” he stroke her gently above her left cheek. Chris burned with revulsion.
She would have screamed if she had not been gagged so tightly. But her face betrayed nothing. Oblomov patted her on her forehead “We will see again soon!” He turned on his heels and left. Chris looked after him, breathing healthily. She was alone.
The pianist was spent, but an all-consuming hate blazed in her she strained against her bonds – but they held her fast. At some point she must have dozed off though – a hand touched her gently at her shoulder, Chris looked up and stared with bleary eyes at the Russian: It was Natasha, accompanied by Yelena and Ivanka and her guards – and the wheelchair “Release her, clean her up and bring her to my quarters” she turned on her heels – but turned around to the blonde “you look delicious!” The pianist was too tired to glare back.
Chris did not offer any resistance as she was released from the table, as her bonds were cut. Gently Yelena and Ivanka covered her body before she was helped into the wheelchair. She hated that device, at this moment though she was grateful: She could not have moved one metre under her own steam. Chris did not mind that she was blindfolded again – and that earbuds were applied.
She was in a trance like state, so Chris was only half aware of what happened to her. Afterwards she remembered soft hands caressing her, massaging her, cleaning her up. Another trip in the wheelchair … Slowly her foggy mind cleared, she took in her surroundings …. a voice interrupted her musings “You are in my quarters Chris” the blonde turned her head: before her stood Natasha, clad in comfortable lounge wear. Only slowly Chris processed that she was clad in comfortable lounge wear too – her wrists and ankles were manacled though, not that she did mind that at the moment.
Her mind told Chris “I sit at a dinner table: before me a well laid table, wine” She nodded at the table “those are the compensations?” “She sounds not angry, just tired” Natasha thought “Not only” she smiled “but for starters” Chris eyebrow´s rose “and?” The Russian chuckled
“Don´t get greedy” her face grew serious “The Boss was impressed by your performance – so you will get a day of rest tomorrow!” “Small favours” the blonde muttered “Don´t be such a spoil sport!” Natasha scolded her “Let us have dinner!”
Chris hated to admit it, but she was really hungry. Yelena and Ivanka rolled a trolley in: The scents told the blonde that Vietnamese Cuisine was on the menu “Yelena is a very good cook” Natasha smiled “and I heard you love Vietnamese Cuisine” Chris first impulse was to tell her host to f*ck herself, but she was hungry and the food smelled delicious. The Russian was amused by the conflicting emotions on her face “Let me tell you something, if you promise to behave, Ivanka will remove the manacles at your wrists, makes eating easier”
The blonde hesitated the fraction of a second only “I have been thoroughly humiliated enough today so it won´t hurt my pride to comply” So she nodded “You have my word” At a sign of Natasha Ivanka removed her manacles. The Russian had not lied: The menu was excellent and Chris tugged in – and enjoyed the exquisite white wine: ironically a German pinot blanc from the Palatinate.
For a while they ate in silence. Chris was not interested in a conversation and way too hungry. She felt the eyes of her host resting on her. The blonde looked up. Natasha did not look away, and a small smile curled her lips “I really would like to know what you are thinking right now”
Chris was too tired for any games, so she minced no words “You mean besides kicking your ass to hell and back again?” And for a moment her anger flared up, but she got a grip quickly “Discipline Christine San, discipline” Sensei Nakamura whispered.
She composed herself, swallowed a fork of the very hot and spicy Ga nuong sa, savoured the aroma of lemongrass, chili and other herbs and took a sip of the cool white wine “I am puzzled” she admitted frankly. “You had no problem to beat me thoroughly with the Tonfa and today you care for me, I noticed the undertones when you talked about your master and his guests. He is any not better than them, he is worse” Chris had spoken as calmly as she could and looked the Russian straight in the eye.
Natasha seemed not to be angry “From your perspective it must look that way, I understand that. But Boris Oblomov is my liege lord you may say, I owe him my allegiance and my life. I serve him, but that does not rule out that I have feelings. Believe me I know exactly what kind of man Boris Oblomov is”
Chris just nodded – she returned nothing and concentrated on her plate. Debating with Natasha would get her nothing and she was just not in the mood for a discourse about the Ethics of thieves in law, the Russian Mafia. For a while they ate in silence till the last course had been served.
Natasha smiled “Now Chris, Yelena and Ivanka will help you with your bathing room routine and making you ready for bed!”
Chris decided to just let it happen - whatever lay in store for her … things could not get any worse …. or so she hoped.
Anna´s Apartment – late night:
Anna still sat before the fire and stared into the flames. Anastasia had gone to bed a while ago. The day had not been a total waste. True, they had still not make a breakthrough but the historian had told Anna, she was sure they would get there. She knew it in her guts.
Meeting Vasyli again had been good – and who knew? – maybe she would take him up on his offer. He surely would be an asset. He was reliable, dependable, had nerves of steel – and was one of the best marksmen she knew.
Sybil´s call had been a sunray: Anna had given Anastasia a garbled version of the truth only – but the historian did not need to know all the details – yet. It was safer that way: Safer for Anastasia. Anna looked at her watch.
Probably Ragna had landed in Geneva already …. This plan could actually work … it would change the game. But till all pieces were in place Chris had to keep strong, and Anna and Anastasia had to find the damned treasure ….