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Natasha will have some fun!
I do NOT doubt it, my friend. And Sarah greatly intrigues me, i couldn't choose a better 'partner' for my favourite lady.
Chapter 89
Through the desert
The Western Desert, a day´s ride away from Aswan:
They had ridden for hours through the Desert till they reached their first destination on their quest for revenge: the Ruins of a Coptic Cloister. The Ramparts surrounding it were largely intact. At each corner, a massive tower reinforced the walls. In its Court Yard was a well. Groaning Hayley glided from her steed “I am all sore” – Kirsty chuckled “You will adapt my love”
Chris looked around: This had been just the first stretch. But they had done well she thought. This wild bunch of Lawyers, Detectives, Thieves, Musicians, and Egyptologists: Slightly amused she watched as Evie helped Sophie off the saddle:
The Lawyer did not move exactly gracefully either – though she was a skilled equestrian, as Chris knew. But riding on a dromedary was different as riding on horseback. Chris had learned this lesson on the hard way too, years ago.
Birte Ricciarelli had held her ground. The detective was quite tenacious. Effortless she dismounted from her stead. Sarah McKenzie smiled at her and Chris returned the smile. She was glad to have the Canadian on board in this desperate gamble:
The blonde had not forgiven the Thief. Far from it - but she was grateful Sophie had mustered the courage to call her. And there was Natasha. Chris had been surprised when the Russian turned up at their doorstep in Aswan. As far as the blonde knew, the dark haired woman had forsaken her old ways and did her job as Ekaterina Oblomova´s bodyguard and head of security with diligence.
Elegantly the dark haired woman glided from der Dromedary. She would be a good addition to the team, especially in a fight. Natasha and Chris had a common history. Two years ago Chris had been seriously tempted to kill the Russian – but since then a lot had happened. Natasha looked up – and their eyes met. Natasha nodded slightly and a small mischievous smile curled her full lips.
Notice to the Reader: Chris is referring here to “Anna Romanova and the Cross of Romanov”
Thoughtfully Chris looked at the two large down-filled beige Cocoons. Technically those two miscreants were a hindrance. They could have moved faster without them. Letting Shana go free had been never an option though. Leonie on the other hand was a different matter. The easiest way would have been a call to Berlin.
But who knew how far the arms of the Kraken reached? That Nofret had been able to escape and get back at Anna and herself in England had taught Chris a hard lesson: The Kraken's arms were long – and she would not chance the mission.
She did not trust the Powers that be in Berlin as far as she could throw them. Vandenberg had his own Agenda – his primary concern was to shield the Chancellor. Sibyl´s research had produced some interesting facts about the special coordinator:
For instance, he had close personal ties to the Chancellor. He was absolutely ruthless. He would let them hanging out to dry without hesitation if it served his interests. Sophie had outplayed him though when she had demanded the Pardon signed by him and the Chancellor. That the oily bastard had not anticipated.
Chris's eye´s rested on the cocoon that confined Leonie:
One could say that Leonie was just a spoiled child but that did not cut it in Chris´ opinion. Leonie had had a choice. Her decision it had been to join that cult. The blonde had to admit; she had been very tempted to kill the Chancellor´s daughter at Aswan. Only in the very last moment she had changed the stroke´s aim, a testimony to her skills with the Katana.
If the blonde was honest with herself she had not rammed Leonie through out of pure pragmatic reasons. “I could recite ulterior motives – but in the end it is my pure desire for revenge” And not ending Shana had been even more difficult. Chris was happy that the The Dark Lady had stopped her.
But there was still that dark seductive voice in her mind, whispering to leave the two Women in the desert to rot or to cut their throats in the middle of the night. Chris was not proud of that but she had been tempted to give in to that temptation but another voice - that of her old Sensei - had stayed her hand though
“You are Samurai not a Ronin! Remember that always, Christine Sama!” He had reprimanded her sternly.
So Chris had not given in to that temptation - yet. Sensei Nakamura had been right “I am a Samurai and I live by a code” but it was incredibly hard to resist her dark impulses. At times the sweet desire for revenge was almost overwhelming.
What helped her was to focus on the mission: To avenge Anna and to end that cult. This time Anck-Sun-Amun would not get away nor would her Master. And thinking what she would do to them helped too – to a certain extent.
While the others took care of the animals and their unwilling guests, Chris looked for a secluded place in the Cloister´s ruins to get some rest. She found it in the still largely intact nave of the church. The air was dry and cool.
She sank to the floor and leaned against a column, with a sigh she pulled her boots off and removed her socks. Relieved she flexed her bare feet and closed her eyes.
She must have dozed off. Startled Chris looked up only to look at the smiling face of Sarah McKenzie “How long did I sleep?” She wanted to stand up “Don´t get hasty Chris” the Thief grinned “The captives have had a break something to eat and are now taking a nap. The animals are fed, and Guards are on duty – so you can relax” the Canadian added calmly.
“Apropos relaxing” the thief looked studiously at Chris´ bare feet “I know the right thing to help you unwind …” Chris smiled too, a tad coyly “So do you – and what would that be?” The glitter in the Canadian´s eyes was unmistakable “Let me show you ….”
20 Minutes later Chris was still leaning against the column – but this time she was tied up. Tied up and gagged. The blonde had not resisted but just relaxed and let the Canadian do render her helpless:
Sarah had tied her wrists behind her back – her elbows close, but not all the way together, applied a breast harness and a crotch rope – and then welded the blonde against the column: One rope band above her breast, one below and one around her waist. Above the rope girdle which was part of the tight crotchrope “Why do I let her do this?” Chris wondered “I should kick her ass” “The answer is simple doofus!” Another voice scolded her “You love when she dominates you”
The thief could not resist massaging Chris´ breasts which made the blonde moan with pleasure. Her legs were stretched out before her and tied in four places her big toes were tied too.
Chris flexed her feet – and enjoyed her helplessness. She moaned softly into her gag: With pleasure the thief had stuffed Chris´ own dripping wet sweaty socks into her mouth and tied a broad double folded silk scarf above it.
Now The Black Lady sat down in the lotus seat and took Chris´ bound feet into her lap “Close your eyes and don´t open them till I say so!” And the pianist complied gladly, let go and relinquished control.
The Thief let her hands glide gently above the blonde´s soft soles “I forgot how beautiful feet you have” the Canadian purred softly and continued to let her hands caress Chris soles “And I forgot how good you are at this Sarah” the blonde thought – this felt so good. It distracted her – and every distraction was welcome. It kept her dark impulses at bay. And Chris was pretty sure the Thief knew that – and it was one reason why the blonde did not trash the thief but let that happen.
She enjoyed it even more as the Canadian began to massage her feet, kneaded the soft flesh of her balls caressed her feet under her high arches, before she pressed gently certain points at her heels. A soft moan escaped Chris´ gagged mouth.
The Canadian smiled as she watched Chris's reaction to her administrations: Her cheeks were already slightly rosy and her breathing quickened. The pianist moaned and giggled into her gag, as the thief took her bound big toes into her mouth, and sucked at them.
Then a sharp prick: Sarah had bitten her playfully - Chris giggled some more as she felt the Canadian´s hot tongue between her right big toe and its neighbour.
That magic devilish tongue went from one toe to the next, then her left foot … She groaned and moaned as The Black Lady´s tongue glided in tantalizing slow circular motions above her fleshy balls. Chris shuddered. She lost all track of time and then a powerful orgasm wave washed above her, so powerful her eyes turned upwards and one could see the whites ….
On the eastern tower of the wall that enclosed the ruins stood Hayley and Kirsty who had taken the first shift “What do you think Chris and Sarah are doing in there?” the American mused aloud “It has been a while since Sarah entered” a mischievous smile crossed her lovers face “If I wouldn´t know better, I dare say, our Master Thief is doing some catching up with Chris” Hayley interrupted her “Look!” she pointed at the Church´s gate:
Chris stepped into the sun, followed by Sarah. The blonde was barefoot and held her boots loosely into her right hand – and Hayley was sure to detect a slightly dreamy expression on Chris´ face “I guess you are right” she chuckled “Would you do some catching up with me later?” the blonde smiled coyly
Kirsty grinned “What do you have in mind ….”
Natasha had watched the Pianist and the Thief too “I think I will take up GrandMa on her offer” the Russian decided and a grin curled her lips. Sarah McKenzie was legend – and maybe she could learn a few tricks. Why should the blonde have all the fun?
The Cloister: Midnight
Sarah McKenzie was patrolling the ramparts. She had volunteered for the first watch. The Canadian loved nights in the desert: The near total silence, the sky covered with myriads of stars. She looked on her watch: 10 Minutes of her watch left.
She looked down at the ruins inside the walls. A few tents stood in the yard. A certain blonde had occupied one of the more or less intact cells of the Monks - the Master Thief had to smile when she thought back to their session in the church. That had been fun.
The black haired Canadian herself had commandeered a room which once must have been the Abbott´s study. By now she had reached the eastern tower … the attack came out of nowhere. A dark shadow pounced. Sarah McKenzie whirled around: her kick hit the attacker in the chest. A grim smile curled the Canadian´s lips.
She had a certain idea about the assailant’s identity. The black clad shadow was already on her feet again and charged again. She was good – the Masterthief had to admit as she parried a quick and precise combination of kicks and strokes. There was now sound, only the breathing of the two fighters and the occasional grunt – when one stroke or kick hit home.
To any observer the scene would have looked like a strange well scripted form of dance. Like a silent movie. Back and forth the battle waged. The two opponents were evenly matched in size, power, stamina and skills.
At some point McKenzie held her left palm up, the signal for a short reprieve. To her opponent she seemed breathing heavily “Old Woman” the attacker scoffed inwardly “Tired, Grand Ma?” she said aloud “A bit” the thief wheezed “You are good!” she admitted grudgingly “What gave me away?” Natasha asked “You stepped on a small stone” the Canadian explained.
Natasha smiled “It won´t happen again! Since I am gracious I will grant you some more rest – Grand Ma!” “You are so nice!” the black haired thief panted. The Russian was very pleased with herself. In the second round she would kick the Canadians ass. Maybe she wasn´t so good after all ….
The Black Lady´s attack came out of the blue – she was fast, very fast: The Thief closed the distance, with the speed of an charging tiger. Her kick hit the Russian precisely at the tip of her chin. Natasha lost balance and crashed on the floor, dazed by the powerful kick. The last thing she saw before stars exploded before her eyes and everything went black was the smugly smiling Canadian´s face “Grand Ma sends you to sleep!”
Grinning McKenzie looked down at her unconscious opponent “You are good, but not that good! When I have completed my watch we will have some fun together! You should have listened to Chris my love!”
The thief was very pleased with herself. Quickly she set to work. Out of one of her pockets she produced several zip ties and a 2 inch ball gag. She zipped the Russian´s wrists and elbows together, the ankles and under the knees. The ball gag fitted easily – The Dark Lady smiled “We will shut you up properly later”
“Having fun?” Sarah McKenzie whirled around and looked into Kate´s smiling face “Want to join the party?” The thief smiled without losing a beat. The Detective shook her head “Not tonight – when I have done my watch, I will hit the pillows for a few hours” Sarah McKenzie grinned “Your loss” Kate grew serious “Anything?”
The Canadian shook her head “Quiet as a grave” “Good night then!” the Thief grinned and hoisted the unconscious Russian on her shoulder – and left …. Kate Beckett looked after them “Natasha you are in for an interesting night” a knowing smile curled her lips “Yes, Natasha you are in for a most interesting night!” Not that she did feel any pity for the Russian. Sarah McKenzie was a good teacher …
The American began her watch and concentrated on her surroundings.
Sarah McKenzie´s Quarters later:
The Thief looked at the Russian. She was still unconscious. The dark haired Russian´s chin had turned purple. Sarah McKenzie had stripped the Russian and tied up her thoroughly. The wooden beam which supported the ceiling was still intact. The Thief had thrown over it a length of rope- Natasha´s hands were tied over her head, her elbows tied too. She was forced to dance on the balls of her left foot. Her right heel was pressed against her butt.
Her big toe was tied to the D-Ring of the Harness Gag, a large model: 2,75 inches. The ball gag hid a copious amount of gag packing: Gleefully McKenzie had stuffed the Russian´s own socks in her mouth before ball gagging her.
The socks were damp and very sweaty “You will like the taste” the Thief grinned. Under the tight crotchrope she had applied a butterfly vibrator. Heavy nipple clamps with weights “adorned” the Russian´s full and firm breasts.
The tight breast harness compressed and enhanced Natasha´s breasts. The Thief cupped them with her hands “You have a great pair - really! But Chris´s breasts I like more!” she told the unconscious woman.
A soft groan …. Natasha was coming around. With slight amusement the Canadian watched as the Russian slowly realized her predicament. Their eyes met “So Grand Ma kicked your Ass, little one” Sarah McKenzie grinned gleefully.
It was difficult to tell, but the Russian seemed to smile around the large ball gag. She mumbled something “Did you say f*ck you!” the Canadian grinned “Hate to disappoint you, not today!”
The Black Lady went to an old wooden table. The dry desert climate had conserved it perfectly. With a diabolical grin she selected an item. Natasha could not see what the Canadian took. The Russian was excited – and a bit scared. But that mixture of feelings made it even more intense. She watched as the Canadian turned around and held an object before her eyes “You know what that is right?” The glitter in her obsidian black eyes was unmistakable. Natasha´s eyes went wide “Yes, a Tonfa” Sarah McKenzie smiled ominously.
“Chris told me, you are very skilled with this instrument. Question is: Have you ever been on the receiving end?” The Black Lady walked around the tightly tied Russian “Such delicate feet” Natasha shuddered as the Canadian touched her right sole gently with the Tonfa, letting it glide from the tips of her toes down to the heel.
Natasha steeled herself. But the Canadian did not strike. She let the Tonfa glided across her sole a second time …. Seconds passed. The stroke came out of the blue. Hard and precise the dark haired woman hit the balls of her right foot. The pain was excruciating. Another stroke: On her heel this time. As the Russian found out, “Grand Ma” was very skilled with the Tonfa, an artist even. That was high praise: Natasha considered herself a master with the Tonfa “Chris could attest to that!” the Russian bit down on her ball gag – as the Thief hit her on her heel again.
“McKenzie is better” than me – the dark haired woman shuddered as the Canadian let the Instrument glide above her firm and flat stomach. Sarah McKenzie hit her Solar Plexus perfectly. Natasha gasped. Sarah McKenzie was impressed, the Russian had Stamina. Chris had told her that. The Thief selected the spots carefully where she hit the Russian. Besides the occasional grunt the dark haired woman kept herself together. She sweated profusely.
“Are we having fun?” the Sarah McKenzie teased her and watched with amusement as she watched the Russian dancing on the balls of her left foot. The Thief walked around her and hit her on the balls of her right foot again – harder than last time. She let the Tonfa glide upwards. An almost casual flick – the stroke hit her left buttock. The Instrument glided higher …
Natasha could not tell how much time had passed as the Canadian laid the Tonfa aside. Now she had a fairly good idea what she had Chris´ subjected too. Sarah McKenzie smiled ominously at her as she took another tool from the wooden board. A riding crop.
“You might find riding a bit uncomfortable tomorrow” the Thief grinned as she swung wide and took aim. Natasha grunted as the crop hit her right butt cheek. When the Canadian was finished her butt glowed in an angry red.
The Thief laid the crop aside and selected a Wartenberg Wheel ….
Very early morning:
Chris looked at the Caravan. Everything was ready. The two Cocoons swung between the two Dromedaries carrying them. Their two captives were taking a nap. Not a voluntary one. The good old Chloroform saturated cloth. Chris grew impatient. Natasha was missing. She looked at the Canadian – and a smile curled the Thief´s lips. It was a knowing smile “So you did play with Natasha” Chris deduced – and felt no pity, not much at least, “Your fault Natasha!”
As if on Cue Natasha stepped out of the door of the cell she had occupied. The Russian did not move very elegantly. She limped slightly. Chris noticed she winced as she stepped forward with her right foot.
“Rough night?” The Pianist chuckled “Shut up!” the Russian huffed. As she mounted her stead she winced again. Chris grinned “Do not say I did not warn you” “I am not” the Russian mumbled – and winced a second time as her Dromedary rose. Chris could not help but to feel a bit of “Schadenfreude” – she remembered the Session with the Tonfa, when Natasha had “produced” the Video for Anna only too well. Even after two years.
Soon they were on the track again. The Sun had not risen yet. The Air was cool and dry. Chris enjoyed the journey on a certain level, the trot of the Dromedary had something soothing, putting her at ease.. The Pianist felt calmer. She had had a night of decent sleep – and felt more at peace.
They were one step nearer to their target …. Their next destination was an ancient Roman Fort.
Another day´s ride.