Beaumains wrote: ↑1 year ago
Nicely told. I really liked the opening of the chapter. The slow but not so mysterious reveal of the bondage worked well. The taunting was quite good.
Thanks
I thought a change would be welcomed
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The Gym:
20 Minutes later they met in the gym, in the vast cellars of Hall Place. Chris had changed into a white judo dress, the thief in her customary black. Both women wore black belts. Over her shoulder the blonde carried a large gym-Bag obviously full. With a smile the Pianist deposited the bag next to two large compression sacks.
“You made preparations?” the thief taunted her “Are you so sure of winning?” “I followed only your motto Sarah!” the blonde smiled back. Said motto was since the events around the Weinstein-Collection a running joke amongst them. The Dark Lady never failed to emphasise that preparation was the key to success, or in her words: “Preparation. Preparation. Preparation.”
Both women slipped their shoes off, stepped on the mattress and began their warm ups. They finished almost simultaneously.
The Canadian and the German bowed and took their fighting stance “Ready to get your ass kicked?” The Dark Lady challenged the pianist – Chris smiled back “You may try!” From their past encounters both women knew they there evenly matched in power, skill and speed. Both were blessed with lightning quick reflexes and a keen sense for any weakness in their opponents defence.
In what looked like a carefully scripted dance the Canadian and the German encircled each other, waiting patiently for any opening for an attack. It was the black haired thief who attacked first with a flurry of kicks and strokes. So fast were the Dark Ladies movements, they became a blur – Chris fended of the attack, but only after her opponent had hit her left shoulder with a vicious stroke.
The pianist smiled at her opponent “Not bad Sarah, really not bad!” – but Chris gave as good as she got and during her next attack, it was the thief who rubbed her left ribcage after the pianist had hit her with a hard and precise kick with her left heel. “Obviously Chris has trained excessively after our last match”
For a while attack and counterattack followed in rapid succession, without any of the two fighters being able to breach the defence of their opponent. Both women had worked up a sweat.
In the end it was a minimal error by the Black Lady which turned the tide. After a combination of quick strokes and kicks, the blonde landed a hard hit against her opponent´s chest which send the thief flying. Chris sensing the opportunity sat on the ribcage of her opponent, pinning her arms with her knees to the ground. The blonde stopped her vicious karate chop just millimetres before the larynx of her opponent.
“Do you yield?” Chris panted. The thief nodded and Chris helped her up “That was quite the match” the Canadian acknowledged. “And I insist on a rematch!” “Agreed”, the blonde nodded and added “Ready to pay your debt?”
The Dark Lady sighed “If I must” “What do you want me to do?”
Chris enjoyed that scene very much, that was sure “You can start to dress down to your panties” she grinned “While I get a few things” As she returned with the heavy gym bag, the thief stood in just her black panties on the mattress. Chris bowed and retrieved a few items from the bag – and presented the thief with a large egg shaped device.
The Canadian´s eye brows went up a fraction: “Is that what I think it is?” The blonde could not hide her amusement “If you mean, if this is the egg you made me wear in New York? Then you are right. It is freshly charged of course, don´t be shy you know what to do with it”
A bit grudgingly Sarah McKenzie inserted the device in her vagina. As she had adjusted her panties, Chris gave her two nylon stockings next “Why don´t you give yourself a nice crotch rope?” A large nude body stocking was next. The shiny material hugged the athletic body of the thief like a second skin.
“Suits you well” Chris smiled “Now be a darling and put your arms at your side” With practised motions the blonde tied the wrists of Sarah against its respective thigh, so that her palms rested flat on it. A few wraps of duct tape pressed the palms flat against the thigh.
The thief sighed “You take no chances do you?” “With you?” Chris returned smiling “Since Hamburg? Never! But we have barely started!” 15 Minutes later 10 bands of hose adorned Sarah´s body from her shoulders to her ankles. Over them Chris had wrapped bands of duct tape.
From her bag of tricks the blonde produced another body stocking: she helped Sarah to lie down and began to work the nylon above Sarah´s body. It took her some effort, but she got the job done.
After she had hoisted the Thief again in a standing position, Chris applied tight bands of tape over the already existing bonds.
“You bought a ton of hose Chris” McKenzie quipped “Not quite” Chris replied, “but yes, a lot – and I think it´s time for a gag!” “Let me guess” the Thief stated “Hose, used hose”
“How very perceptive of you” Chris chuckled. The large ball of hose consisted of two pairs of used hose in fact. It took the blonde considerable effort to press and prod the depressingly large ball into her prey´s mouth. So large was the wadding that McKenzie´s jaws stood ajar. With a complete role of translucent tape, the pianist cleave gagged the thief first, before covering the complete face from nose to chin with a wall of tape.
After she had inserted ear buds into the Canadian´s ears, Chris pulled another pair of hose over the Canadians head, wrapping one leg three times over the crown and under the chin and the other around her mouth, encouraging the thief to bite down on the large wad of hose filling her mouth. And the blonde had made sure that the crotch panel rested above her nose.
Her world went black, as a heavily padded hood was pulled over her head. Now she was deaf blind and dumb and she doubted that the pianist was done.
Slightly swaying she stood on her tightly bound feet. All in all she was really comfortable, despite the security and tightness of the bondage.
What she could not see, that Chris had opened the compression sacks and retrieved two restraining bags, very similar to those Elizabeth Crawford had used. Chris had tasked Sophie to bring those bags with them from Germany to England. In fact, Chris enjoyed it from time to time being restrained that way – not that would tell that anybody except Ragna or Anna.
As the bags lofted up, Chris helped the thief to lay down on the mattress. The Canadian felt that something was taped against each sole and then her soles were taped together “Thank god no tooth brushes” McKenzie mused darkly.
Manhandling Sarah into the first bag was relatively easy, the second was more difficult and But at least the deed was done. Very pleased with herself the pianist looked down at the downfilled cocoon on the floor “So you get not bored, I will leave you something, to pass the time” the Canadian heard her voice in hear ears. Seconds later, the vibrating egg began to buzz as the two eggs taped against her soles. Sarah knew she was in for a rough ride and steeled herself.
Her body was engulfed from all sides and compressed. Even if she had not been tied most securely, escape would have been impossible.
Chris showered long and hot, redressed and left the thief to her own devices.
Outside the Dining Hall roughly an hour before, after Lunch:
“You are not happy with Chris´ decision” Sophie stated as they walked the corridor “No, I am not” Evie huffed “She can be really bossy right?”
“Occasionally” Sophie looked calmly at her lover “But it is for the best – and after what happened to Anna, you know Anna is her best friend, they go way back. I know not all the details but Anna is the closest to a best friend Chris has, and she has not many: That she is protective of her, is not that surprising”
“No, of course not” Evie was still miffed “But those books would make my work much much easier, and we have to find out what that Sun Ray of Amon Ra really is, this is what that all is about I am sure – and besides that I don´t see the problem in making a short stint to my apartment, it will not take much time – and what should happen anyway” She pouted.
“A lot can happen in a short amount of time” the German stated dryly “Believe me, I know” adding “You saw what happened to Anna you saw her face? You want to risk another incident? In the museum we were just lucky, you know that!” The lawyer stated firmly, falling automatically back into the role of the District Attorney she had been not too long ago.
“I did” Evie sounded impatient, “but this is different, believe me, what shall happen in bright daylight, they won´t attack us among many people on the street? – look, you can go with me and provide cover” she finally begged.
“I could do that” Sophie stated, her doubts still obvious “Does not mean I think this is a good idea, Chris will be furious when she finds out”
“She does not need to, Soph. If all goes well we are back before anyone knows” The Egyptologist reassured her lover.
“This is reckless Evie” Sophie regarded her with a long look, still not comfortable with the idea, but her resistance crumbling
“Let us hope that you are right, if not? Chris kicking your ass will be the least of your problems – or mine” she continued, she added “Did anybody tell you that you are as stubborn as a mule?” this time Sophie could not hide a small smile.
“Okay then” she sighed and looked at her watch “Meet me in 10 at the Back Door on the East side, I have to take some precautions”
The lawyer in her asked “Why do I act against my better judgement?” “That is simple” her heart told her “because you have totally fallen for her and cannot say no”
Evie felt a twinge of regret, as she walked to her room - she didn´t want to land Sophie in a hot seat, but she needed those books and she would make up for it later to Sophie – if Chris didn´t rip her head off first of course.
10 Minutes later they met at the Back Door: Sophie wore a brown Basque beret, a matching coat, a long green tartan skirt and fashionable but sturdy knee high brown boots. Evie gave her the once over “Very posh Miss Reichenbach” she teased her lover
“Thanks” Sophie smiled, a bit forced “Let´s go – and I still doubt we should do this” “I will make it up to you” Evie looked her deep in the Eyes “If you still can” Sophie replied dryly.
Lancaster Gate Station:
Roughly an hour later they left Lancaster Gate Station. Evie´s flat was housed in Lancaster Gate. Sophie scanned the area for any signs of surveillance, but had so far detected none, which did not meant there was no surveillance, she felt uneasy, and she doubted again the wisdom of her decision – but it was too late now. She pulled herself together and followed Evie.
Lancaster Gate, London
“Don´t make such a sour face” the Egyptologist teased the German “In ten minutes were are out of here”
“Wait Evie” Sophie interrupted her “I will text Chris, where we are, just in case” Evie waited impatiently, tapping her left foot on the plaster till the lawyer had sent the message.
While Evie searched for the books Sophie waited impatiently in the floor near the entrance door, she felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. Finally, Evie returned with her books.
As they stepped out on the street again she froze and went for her gun “I wouldn´t do that if I were you” a cold voice behind her warned her “Doctor Callahan might not lose her head –since we need that head still, yours on the other hand … is expendable.”
Sophie wheeled around, in the doorway stood a shell-shocked Evie, behind her a smugly smiling Anck-Sun-Amun “So good you showed up, that saved us much trouble, we thought already, you wouldn´t come”
Evie looked apologetically at Sophie, her cheeks turning crimson red. The German shot her lover an angry look “What now?” she demanded “Ah young love!” Anck-Sun-Amun mocked Sophie “Trouble in paradise?” Sophie just rolled her eyes.
“You will accompany us and then we will have a little chat” the Egyptian gloated.
Sophie analysed the situation quickly: behind her Anck Sun Amun threatening Evie with a gun, in front of her four of the Egyptian's henchwomen, blocking any escape. If she had been alone Sophie might have tried to fight her adversaries, but in this case … she simply couldn´t risk Evie´s safety, and a fire fight on the open street could hurt innocent bystanders.
In general Sophie did not believe in no-win-scenarios, but for the moment she had no other choice than to comply. They were ushered to a large non-descript black van and inside.
“Let us secure you a little better” Anck Sun Amun told Sophie sweetly “Take of your coat and no sudden movements” the Egyptian ordered her sternly. Having no other option, Sophie complied.
With all calm she could muster she removed her beret and her coat – and looked Anck-Sun-Amun straight in the eye, outwardly entirely calm.
Quickly one the assassins searched her with practised motions, letting her hands resting on her breasts longer than necessary, squeezing them “She is clean” she stated “her breasts are spectacular” Sophie showed no reaction.
“You can play with them later; now make her comfortable for the ride!” Anck-Sun-Amun ordered a bit indignantly, the other woman set to work. Sophie stoically stared ahead as her wrists were tightly tied together behind her back.
She inhaled sharply though as her elbows were lashed brutally together “Sit” her captor told her curtly. One of the other women knelt down and unzipped her boots and took off the left first then the right one. Sophie resisted the impulse to kick her straight in the face.
Pleased the assassin looked at the thick brown woollen Socks Sophie wore on her feet “Those will come in handy” she teased Sophie as she pulled her socks off “Interesting, she wears pantyhose under her socks” Again the lawyer didn´t care to answer “Fuck you!” she thought.
The sick games of her father in law had taught her as much “I will not give them the satisfaction to rage and scream – or beg” and continued to stare ahead. Her ankles were tightly tied together, her legs below and above the joint.
Her second captor balled up the two socks into a distressing large ball of fabric. Sophie opened her mouth “Look at that!” the woman mocked her “a captive who enjoys being gagged, isn´t that great?” Pressing the large wad home, made Sophie wretch, the warm worn socks tasted foul. Soon her lower face had been disappeared behind a wall of translucent tape, her jaws stood ajar, which held her lower face in a vice grip.
She felt movement behind her and her world went dark as a heavy padded sleep mask was tied across her eyes. Ear buds took care, that she was not only blind but deaf too. But her Captors were not finished yet. Some sort of heavy spandex hood was pulled over hear head, which was heavily padded across the mouth, over the ears and above her eyes. It enclosed her head like a second skin. A locked collar around her neck made it impossible to dislodge, even if she had not been tied up.
Unceremoniously she was hauled on her feet and pressed on her stomach one of her captors pressed her knee between her shoulder blades to hold Sophie down, who grunted, the other one bent her legs backwards, till her heels rested almost on her but: The hogtie was brutal, she could grab her nyloned heels with her hands.
As finish her big toes were lashed together, or so Sophie thought. The thin cord cut deep into the soft flesh. She was wrong though: She felt a sharp tug at her head as the thin cord was tied to a D-Ring at the top of the hood. Sophie was forced to look straight ahead. The strain was incredible “How long can I hold together?” she grunted into her gag.
Anck Sun Amun looked with amusement at Evie who had followed the confinement of her lover with horror “You need not to worry, we will treat you with respect you are the guest of honour after all”
As Evie found out, respect meant, that she was not hogtied and not gagged with her socks, but besides that as securely tied and tightly gagged as Sophie. Two pairs of used panties had been packed into her mouth. To be deprived of her senses was the worst though.
Only able to rely on her not impaired senses Sophie felt that the van was moving. One of her captors had set her boots on her bound arms, so that she would not roll around in the van.
The heels of the Woman pressed uncomfortably into the soft flesh of her back. She groaned: Breathing through the fabric of the hood was difficult. She concentrated on her breathing and tried to breath in deep and regular block anything different out.
“How very kind” Sophie mused darkly “And I told you Evie that this was no good idea” She cursed inwardly as someone hit her left heel with a riding crop, then her right heel. Then under her arches, first right, then left and finally the soft flesh of her balls. Sophie grunted and tried to move her bound feet out of harm´s way, but the way her toes were tied made that impossible, so her efforts were vain: the procedure began again “Concentrate on your breathing Sophie”
Evie was in a shock like state and scared to the bones. How could she have been so stupid? Now they were into deep trouble. Her Father had once told her: “My dear Evie, your stubbornness will one day land you into deep trouble” and had stroked her gently over her head.
“Father you have been right, we are into deep trouble” Her jaws already ached and the ropes cut deep into her skin. Blind, deaf and gagged she was in her own small dark world “Who will save us?”
And they drove on.