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Chapter Three:
“The Ghosts from Christmas Past”
Well after midnight:
Outside Bernstein Manor:
Four Shadows hurried across the Front Patio of Bernstein Manor. Each Shadow wore a large backpack. Stealthily they crept up to the massive two-winged Front Door. The first Shadow entered a Code into a Pad. With a soft click, the massive Door swung open almost noiselessly.
The Leader breathed in deeply with relief. So, the Information they had obtained by some good old-fashioned blackmail had been correct. The four Shadows communicated through hand signs. The way they acted, and the way they moved betrayed the trained Professionals – this wasn´t clearly not their first black op.
The four Intruders hurried inside. Now came the tricky Part: Their Targets were located on the first Floor. They had to act quickly and stealthily. They were on enemy territory. And their Counterparts were far from defenceless. The Elements of Surprise and Stealth were key. This was a high-risk black Operation. The Leader suppressed a slight feeling of anxiety – despite the many successful Operations she and her Teammates had pulled off.
Elegantly and as smoothly as large Cats the four entirely black-clad Women hurried up the large, curved Stair Well. At the topmost Stair, they stopped, and the Leader listened intently. The long Corridor was silent. Carefully they stepped forward. The Room of their Targets was the third on the right side.
Before the Door, they stopped. It was not entirely closed. From inside soft snoring sounds could be heard, from two Women. The Leader pushed the Door gently open. She pointed at herself, at another, and on the right Side of the large King Size Bed. The other two Shadows moved to the peacefully sleeping Woman on the left.
Then both Duos pounced. Their Targets stood no Chance as thick Cloths, doused with Chloroform were pressed on their Faces. The four Assailants had many routine in subduing unsuspecting Damsels.
Finally, the feeble Struggles of the two Targets ceased. Their Attackers acted swiftly. They set their backpacks down – and removed several Items: Two downfilled suits, diapers, manacles, and panel gags. Two Women opened four Compression Sacks and removed heavy downfilled Bags. As they lofted up the four Women set two Work.
In perfect Synchronicity, the four Women acted. And prepared the Targets, which meant: They stripped them naked first, before putting Diapers on them, manhandled them in a down-filled suit, and restrained and gagged them with heavy large Panel Gags, the latest Model with an even larger Foam Ball in its Center, highly effective Bondage Mittens, broad heavily padded Shackles, made of Lycra and Leather, and heavily padded Straps.
Eight for each Damsels. One of the Women pulled the Straps restraining the Woman on the right side extremely tight – with relish. She definitely enjoyed her job.
The Leader listened: So far everything had worked according to Plan. Now they had to put the two Women into the Bags – and then came the real tricky Part: Spiriting them down the Stairwell and to the nondescript black Van ….
A little earlier:
Sarah McKenzie´s Suite:
Sarah McKenzie could not tell what woke her up. Next to her, Natasha Bolkonskaya was snoring softly. Previously the Master Thief had hogtied the tall athletic black-haired Russian with silken scarves. Many Silk Scarves. From her big toes and insteps upwards. Including a tightly knotted crotch Scarf and a crushing Elbow Tie.
Natasha had served her with her most talented tongue. The large Ring Gag had been a good Choice – the Canadian smiled. That the dominant Russian was inclined to be a Sub had its Merits. “So, I have been right!” The Thief had teased the Russian “You are a Switch!” And pressed Bolkonskaya´s head more firmly against her Crotch “A talented one” she whispered hoarsely “Continue!”
Now Natasha was loosely bound with Silk scarves around her wrists and ankles. The Gag was a light one considering the Canadian´s high Standards: Sarah had gagged her with a large red silken Scarf with a large knot in it – after she had stuffed her own Panties in Natasha´s Mouth.
“Concentrate!” she admonished herself. Her Spider Sense warned her of grave Danger …. And Sarah McKenzie trusted her Guts always.
There had been a noise …
The Canadian was sure to have heard something … almost noiselessly she got up. She wore a black negligée which ended just over the knees. McKenzie grabbed her gun from her nightstand. It laid always there.
Silently and as noiseless as a ghost she left her Room. And listened.
On her right was Natalies and Charlotte's Suite, the door stood slightly ajar, and a beam of light fell on the dark floor. The Thief crept near and peered through the opening: She could not see much, but what she heard was enough, the unmistakable sounds of subduing a woman: The sounds were heavily muffled.
And subsided quickly …
Quickly and stealthily the Master Thief retreated and hurried as silently as possible down the Corridor to Chris´ Room. Carefully she opened the door. Sarah McKenzie switched on the light. It was always fascinating: One moment the Pianist was sleeping peacefully, the next her emerald-green Eyes fixated on her “She seems not surprised in the slightest!” The Canadian suppressed a Grin.
Another Trademark: The Pianist was quick on the Uptake and did not ask superfluous Questions:
Chris noticed the Gun in her Hand. Quickly she pulled her Covers aside and got up – in one fluid movement. Her short green negligée graced the onlooker with a good view of her tanned muscular thighs “Trouble?” she whispered “Natalie´s Room” The Thief whispered back “How many?” the blonde asked “Four!” Chris nodded “I get Anna and Gabriella – you keep an eye on them!” The Pianist walked to the small table where the two boxes with the Katanas lay. She opened the black lacquered box and took the Katana her Sensei had presented her with.
Almost noiseless in an elegant fluid movement she drew the blade out of its scabbard with her right. She grabbed her HK 23 with her left Hand and followed the Thief. Their bare feet made almost no noise on the Carpet. Chris turned left and vanished into the Darkness like a Ghost, melted with the Shadows, became Part of them.
The Canadian took Position next to Natalie´s and Charlotte´s Room from which she could shoot anybody coming out. A grim smile curled her lips. Whoever was in there? They were in for a surprise … This Situation was one of those The Dark Lady loved, she was good at that Game.
She looked down the Corridor in the other direction and could make out three shadows in the Darkness: Chris, followed by Anna and Gabriella. The tall Russian and the equally tall Chilean had gripped their handguns tightly.
Anna carried a fifth Generation Glock 17, and Gabriella a SIG Sauer P 226. Sarah McKenzie grinned: The three Amazons were quite the sight: Barefoot, short Negligées, Weapons firmly in their Hands.
“Charlie´s three Angels!” The Masterthief chuckled inwardly. Normally she was no fan of Remakes, but this one would be an exception.
The Canadian pointed at the Door then at herself and held three fingers in the Air. Three, two, one … Sarah McKenzie kicked the door forcefully open and charged into the Room Chris, Anna, and Gabriella on her Heels.
Four black-clad Intruders wheeled around. Their heads were covered by Black Balaclavas. Two of them had been in the Process of bagging Charlotte in the second Restraining Bag. Natalie was already secured completely in baby blue bags.
The Quartet starred in total shock at the business ends of four heavy Handguns and the tip of a gleaming Katana. The black-haired Canadian smiled that dangerous cold smile “It is impolite not to knock at the Door”.
She motioned with the Gun to a point next to the bed – at a safe Distance “Move your sorry Asses there and keep your hands where we can see them!” The four Assailants did not move “Now!” the Thief spoke calmly but with a coldness and menace in her voice that would have made hardened Warriors wet their Pants.
Tentatively the four Women moved away from the bed. A very muffled moan indicated that Natalie was coming around again. Chris smiled coldly. They had gotten the Intruders entirely by surprise.
She looked them up and down. They were obviously fit; she concluded. The Chilean interrupted them “These are Crawfords People!” Gabriella exclaimed excitedly – “I know at least two of them!”
Sarah McKenzie smiled ominously “Then let´s find out who is under those fashionable Balaclavas!” With delight the Thief noticed the Intruders were shifting uncomfortably under her Gaze.
“Remove your balaclavas – slowly!” The Thief commanded, her Gun trained at the Woman in the Middle, between the Eyes, “And no sudden movements – I am a bit twitchy” Her smile would have made an Ice Bear shiver “And the Lady with the Katana will cut off your head before you have made one move, we don´t like!”
The blonde smiled ominously and whirled her blade through the Air, incredibly swiftly. Her left hand held the HK 23 steady and aimed right between the second Woman's eyes from the left.
Tentatively the Woman at the utmost right removed her Balaclava. The others followed suit. Chris and her Companions looked at four Women, two brown-haired, one redhead, and one woman with short black Hair.
“I will be damned” Gabriella whispered, the Chilean stared at the four assailants “These are from left to right: Andrea, Tehiani, Perrie, and Vernie! They are among Crawford´s most experienced and best people!”
Crawford did have the Audacity to try to spoil Kirsty´s and Hayley´s Wedding? Chris was pissed off. Royally pissed off. A split ear had not been enough … After Crawford´s last Scheme to get back at Hayley and Kirsty? The Pianist had delivered a stern Warning: Touch Hayley and Kirsty again and it will be the last thing you ever do …She looked each of the four Women in the Eye, fixating them, sternly hard and unforgiving.
“Let us cut this short!” Chris addressed the Assailants curtly – in that cool and controlled manner that was a sign of impending doom “You will strip now, slowly without sudden Movements!”
“F*ck you B*tch!” Andrea challenged her hotly.
Chris and Anna exchanged a look: Anna pulled the Trigger. The Projectile graced Andrea´s left Temple. The Russian changed her Aim: The next shot would hit the other Woman squarely between the Eyes. The heavy Gun did not weaver a Millimetre.
“Anything else to say?” Anna´s voice was as cold as Glacier. Andrea froze. She looked the Russian in the Eye – and saw a steely resolve there. Andrea realized: The Russian would shoot her the next time “This should have been a simple easy Mission: In and out ….” She cursed inwardly. It was clearly not.
Noises on the Floor indicated that the Shot had woken some People.
“You heard the Lady!” The Thief smiled ominously “Strip! There will be no third Invitation! You can keep your Bra and Panties!” Strained silence greeted that announcement. The Thief aimed at the feet of the Woman on the right. The Gun Shot rang eerily loud, the Projectile pierced the Floor, next to her right Foot.
Tentatively the four Women began to disrobe.
Five Minutes later Birte and Kate, followed by Christina and Sophie charged into the Room. Guns drawn. The Intruders had stripped to their underwear in the meantime “What have we here?” Kate looked at Chris “Later” The Pianist explained calmly, “Birte and Christina get zip ties, lots of them, and Ballgags – the largest you can find!”
The Detective and Christina Howard left.
Tehani found the Blonde´s smile rivalled that of the black-haired Canadian when it came to the creepiness. She had never seen somebody wielding a sword except in Movies. But the way the tall Blonde handled the Sword betrayed the Professional.
She knew that von der Marwitz had almost beheaded her Boss, but in the last Moment changed the direction of the Stroke, so the Blade had just cut off Crawford's left Earlobe. Since then, Crawford wore her hair so long it covered her Ears always.
And she hated the Pianist for that with her Guts. She hated her even more for it, that she could not touch her, or any of her People. Von der Marwitz had been very clear, about what would happen then.
“But what will happen now?” Tehani mused. She shivered involuntarily. This was a situation new to them: Confronted with Adversaries as they faced now. What would von der Marwitz do now? She had drawn a red line – with blood. Crawford had crossed that line …
Andrea noticed that their Opponents did not leave them out of their sights for even a second. Gabriella looked at her with a mixture of disgust and apprehension. To see her Handlers again clearly had some impact.
And there was that tall dark-haired Russian. Her skimpy red negligee reached midthigh. Romanova had endless, well-sculpted muscular legs. Andrea noticed the two Scars, a thin red line above the Russian´s left breast and a Harry-Potter-like Scar above her left brow. Both were not very old. Her Gun though did not waver. Not only one Millimetre’. It aimed between her eyes. That the Russian would shoot? She had no doubt.
Andrea´s Musings were interrupted by Birte and Christina Howard returning. Sarah McKenzie smiled ominously “Now Ladies, we will have some fun!” Her smile got broader “I want you to gag each other with your Socks!” The four Women looked at each other. And stared back at them. Doing nothing. Challenging their Captors.
The Canadian grinned – almost amused “Chris, why don´t you embellish one of the Ladies?” Chris could tell the Canadian had enormous fun “Gladly” the blonde smiled equally broadly and gave her gun to Anna “Please keep it for me!” The Russian grinned “Of course Chris!” She took the heavy gun with her left and aimed at Tehani.
Right between the Eyes.
With three quick steps Chris closed the Distance “Vernie is it right?” Crawford´s Operative looked with wide eyes at the tall blonde in the skimpy green Nightie holding a gleaming Katana in her right hand. Its tip pressed against her Larynx. This was not for show, this was the real deal. So, the Rumours about von der Marwitz were true! Vernie did not dare to move.
“Where should I begin Sarah?” the blonde asked the Canadian politely “Should I cut the right cheek or the left? What do you think?”
The Canadian made a good show of pondering the Question “I think Chris, start with the right cheek and we take it from there” The Canadian smiled “Maybe it will suffice” She shook her head “Such a shame to mar such a beautiful face.”
Vernie did not dare to move a muscle, even twitch. But Perrie and Andrea exchanged an alarmed look “We will comply, but spare Vernie!” Andrea spluttered “See?” Sarah McKenzie smiled at them. She turned to Chris “I think though an Object Lesson would be most instructive, don´t you think Chris?”
“Gladly” the tall blonde smiled coolly, gripped the blade firmly with two hands, and swung wide backward in a fluid motion. One could hear a needle falling in the Room. Vernie stared at the blonde; primordial fear made her freeze to ice.
The backhand stroke would sever her head from her shoulders. She looked at the gleaming blade and into Chris´ emerald, green Eyes. Chris struck. Vernie closed her Eyes. But she just felt a short sharp pain at the left side of her Neck.
Slowly she realized “I am still alive I have not been beheaded!” The blonde had just pulled the stroke at the last the very last moment so that the incredibly sharp blade left a superficial cut only. Vernie opened her Eyes: Chris von der Marwitz was ready to strike again.
Sarah McKenzie smiled coldly “Are we clear now?” She addressed the Assailants “Gag yourself now, or blondie´s next strike will be a killing stroke!” Chris decided to let that slide. The “Blondie”. Tentatively the four Women grabbed their socks from the floor, balled them up, and stuffed them into each other’s Mouths. Some gagging noises “They are not that fresh after all” Gabriella grinned.
The Canadian turned to Birte and Gabriella “Why don´t you tie those bitches up? I think a crotch strap is in order!” The German and the Chilean did not need a second invitation. The Captives were very docile now. The Object Lesson had made an Impression. Sarah McKenzie smiled – coldly.
As Birte and Gabriella were finished each Woman sported a large jaw breaking red Ballgag. Their Hands and Arms were welded behind their backs. The Crotch Strap was very tight. As Vernie could attest to. She mumbled something not very complimentary in her sock- and ball-gagged mouth.
“Enjoying your own taste bitch?” Gabriella quipped gleefully. She remembered the taste of Vernie´s socks well – from her time on Mystery Island, Elizabeth Crawford´s Base in the Mediterranean – not far from the Ligurian Coast.
Chris smiled and looked at her Watch and stifled a Yawn “I need my beauty sleep, so why don´t we transfer our Guests to the two holding Cells in the Cellars on the second level and bag them? We have four sets of the enhanced restraining System down there. There are only rats in the holding cells” She eyed the Captives up and down “They should get along well!”
Chris smiled at her Friends.
“Who volunteers to escort the four Ladies?”
It was no surprise, that Gabriella and Christina volunteered – they had a Score to settle. They were joined by Kate, Birte, and Sophie.
Natalie stared at the cobalt blue ceiling; she had come around early enough to hear what transpired in their Room. She mumbled something in her Gag.
The Thief nodded at Natalie´s and Charlotte´s bagged bodies:
“Should we unbag them? And inform Kirsty and Hayley?” Sarah smiled “No” Chris smiled back “Natalie and Charlotte do enjoy a stint in the Bags, and we do not need to disturb the brides. That can wait till tomorrow!”
Natalie mumbled something in her Gag “The Pianist grinned “You might give them something to relax a bit – I was told Natalie loves to play with Chloroform!”
“Your wish is my command Lady of the Swords!” The Canadian bowed mockingly.
“You are too kind!” Chris smiled without missing a beat.
The beaming face of the Thief appeared in Natalie´s Vision, holding a thick Cloth in her right – by the smell heavily doused with Chloroform “I heard you love playing with Chloroform – let´s play ….”
Sarah held the Cloth over Natalie's face, so it hovered Centimetres over her gagged Face. The Detective got a good Whiff of the potent Fumes. That made her lightheaded. The Canadian took the Cloth away and repeated the Procedure. Three Times, each time a little closer.
Natalie got lightheaded. The Black Lady took the Cloth away and allowed Natalie to clear her head – the Thief waited. And pressed finally the chloroform-doused Cloth fully and firmly on the Detective´s face. Sarah McKenzie counted till thirty and took the Cloth away.
Natalie´s Eyes were already clouded by the Effects of the Drug “She is good!” Natalie mused. Five Minutes later the Detective was out. The Canadian grinned and looked around and inspected the luggage of Crawford´s People “Eureka!” she grinned. There were noise-cancelling earbuds, a heavily padded Sleepmask, and a Spandex Hood. The Thief set to Work.
On the left side of the Bed, Charlotte made questioning noises “Don´t worry it will be your turn next the Canadian grinned. 10 Minutes later she left the Room ….
The second level of the Manor´s Cellar, around the same Time:
Gabriella was surprised. She had not expected the Ghosts of Christmas Past this Weekend. It had touched her though, to see her former Handlers again, the Chilean smiled “I will not let go that opportunity to Waste.
They had blindfolded Crawford´s Team and led them down to the Cellars. Now and then encouraging their Captives with a slap on the butt to hurry. Now they stood before the first of the holding Cells.
Sophie opened the Door, and they ushered their “Guests” inside.
Andrea cursed inwardly. The Floor was icy cold under her bare soles – and the Crotch Strap cut deep into her with every step. The Cell was a Room, built of black polished Marble Ashlars. Two Cots and a Door which probably led to a Bathroom. Two Cots. On the Marble Floor two sets of the Enhanced restraining System with all other Items needed ….
Kate grinned “Looks like Chris expected Trouble everything is prepared!” Gabriella smiled “She is very perceptive!” The Detective smiled “That she is!” The American took the lead “We will prepare two of our Guests here and the other two next door!”
She looked at Vernie and Andrea “You two stay here!” The Detective turned to Tehani and Perrie “Get down on the floor! Birte and Sophie will hogtie you till we have bagged your friends!”
“And no Shenanigans!” Gabriella added sweetly “Or we leave you here to rot! Clear?” She looked sternly at Tehani and Perrie. The two Women nodded “Glad we settled that” the tall Chilenean smiled.
Soon Tehani and Perrie found themselves hogtied with zip-ties rocking backwards and forwards on the floor … while their Handlers were taking Care of Perrie and Andrea. Tehani drooled on the floor and the socks in her mouth tasted awfully … Their Captors had not spared with the Zip Ties.
She watched as Vernie and Andrea were manhandled into the Bags “How does it feel to be at the receiving end?” Gabriella quipped while she gagged Andrea …
The Chilean definitely enjoyed that moment very much.
Tehani had to admit though that their Captors did a thoroughly professional Job. Their Captors were not the absolute Problem … Crawford would be anything but pleased if she would learn about their failure. And Crawford did not forgive lightly …
Chris Room:
Chris pulled her Covers over her and slept in almost instantly “That had been quite the exciting day!” was one of her last thoughts before she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
A broad smile curled the lips of the sleeping blonde Woman. Everything was going according to plan.
After all, what had transpired since January? Chris had enjoyed the last 48 Hours immensely. And the most important thing of all?
Kirsty and Hayley had too.