From the Files of Art Inc.: Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Mozart, Epilogue II, 250525 (FF/FFF)

[Bandit666]

Ah what a great read though I struggle to find but one point to highlight such is the delight in such thoughtful efforts and incredible descriptions thank as always for granting us something to truly savour my dear friend

[Beaumains]

Christone seems to be lucky that all of her enemies have the same flaw: hubris. Or is the only difference between the confindence of Chris and the overconfidence of the baddiea that Chris will win in the end? At some point she should expect a bullet in her back as she had so mamy ruthless enemies

[Caesar73]

Christone seems to be lucky that all of her enemies have the same flaw: hubris. Or is the only difference between the confindence of Chris and the overconfidence of the baddiea that Chris will win in the end? At some point she should expect a bullet in her back as she had so mamy ruthless enemies

You surely have a Point - but there are Differences between the Enemies Chris´encountered if I may say so And a Bullet in the Back? Always a possibility. Though Chris was fairly weak in the final Stages of the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls. Anna´s supposed Death threw her totally of Balance. And in the Heidelberg Affair Chris wasn´t the invincible Superhero either. And Hubris is a common Topic in the Genre my Stories usually take Place.

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, your stories are true pieces for the connoisseur, not just a couple of lines to casually scroll through. I'm looking forward to further walls of text from you.

[Caesar73]

Dear @Caesar73, your stories are true pieces for the connoisseur, not just a couple of lines to casually scroll through. I'm looking forward to further walls of text from you.

Thank you for your kind words @Jenny_S Ask and you shall receive the Scripture says Since I am writing the Final I decided to split it, otherwise it would be too long. So it will be six Chapters plus the Epilogue in total.

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:

Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 3


“Presto molto agitato”

Garmisch-Partenkirchen:

Like most humans, the Ghost smiled, Felicitas – or Feli – was a Creature of Habit. It was 0500 PM. The last Patient had left the Praxis, in a Villa built in the 1880s – and belonged to Feli´s Family. Feli was a Dentist. An expensive one.

Her Clientele were the upper Echelons of the local High Society. Feli´s Client List read like a who's who of Garmisch and beyond. Even from Munich – and abroad. To obtain said Client List had not been a Problem. It had been useful too. On it, she had found the Name of another Person of Interest – someone who had to pay for what she did.

The Ghost had kept Feli under close surveillance. On the outside, the Blonde, which looked like the Actress Sana Englund, was the perfect Trophy Wife. But she had a different Side, a kinky side – as the Ghost knew from her own Experience. And a cruel Side. Which the Ghost knew too.

On the outside, Felicitas Mayerhofer was the faithful, devout catholic Wife to her Husband Ignaz. Who was a successful Surgeon for Burns at the renowned Clinic in Murnau. As the Ghost knew the Pair had an Agreement. They had an “open Relationship”.

“Felicitas, I am coming soon!!” She smiled.


Around the same Time: Villa Klingmayer, Ettal:


Geno was pissed off. That stuffy Detective had been immune to her Charms. She even had opened two more Buttons of her Pyjamas. He had assured her the Police would do the best it could “He did not look at me!” she scoffed. Some Champaign had helped to ease the Pain.

“Anezka, a refill!” She called her Maid.

The melodious Doorbell rang “Anezka!” Geno shouted, “The Door!” The Maid bowed “Of course Madam!” The petite Czech hurried away on her flat rubber Soles, which made no Noise on the Marble Floor. Geno hated Noise. Especially today. A dull throbbing behind her Temples …

Some Time passed. Anezka returned “You have a Visitor Madam!” The dark-haired Woman avoided Eye contact and stared at the Tips of her Shoes. Her Mistress was in a peculiar Mood today, she knew. And Geno could have quite the Temper … Normally she insisted Anezka wore High Heels. This Morning she had ordered her to wear flat Ballerinas – which she despised normally, “I have a headache,” Geno had explained.

Geno had given her quite the Turn in the Morning when she entered the Villa as usual. The Place had been silent. Anezka had walked into the living Room and stopped dead in her Tracks: There, on the expensive Marble Floor lay a Figure, completely encased in Nylon … It had been Geno. The Scent of Arousal hung heavy in the Air.

Anezka pulled herself together. She called the Police and fetched a Pair of Bandage Scissors. Not that Geno had been grateful after she had freed her …

“A Visitor?” Geno looked up, indignantly: behind Anezka stood a tall blonde Woman. Clad in a green Tweed Blazer, a matching Turtleneck, wide-legged beige Trousers, and expensive brown Italian Booties. Emerald-green Eyes fixated on Geno, “Your Maid was so kind to let me in,” The Woman spoke. Her Alto Voice was melodious.

Geno felt uncomfortable under the Scrutiny. A small enigmatic Smile curled the Blonde´s full red Lips “I am Christine von der Marwitz, and I think we should have a Talk, Frau Klingmayer. I heard you had a not so pleasant encounter yesterday Evening?” Geno found that Smile and those keen emerald-green Eyes irritating.

“Anezka!” She snapped “Tea – and Champagne!”

She smiled at Chris, “I forgot my Manners, why don´t you have a Seat!”


“You are too kind!” von der Marwitz smiled.

Geno watched as the Blonde sat down across from her, crossing one long Leg over the other. Her Eyes rested on the gleaming brown Ankle Boots, “Gianvito Rossi, I see”

Chris shrugged nonchalantly “They are stylish, they are comfortable in the long term – and I can run in them!”

“You can run in them?” Geno looked incredulously at her Guest “Naturally” The Blonde smiled “Who can´t?” Genoveva Klingmayer decided at this Point to hate her Visitor “She looks so athletic, so beautiful – and this Jackett is real Harris Tweed from the Orkneys. Tailor-made!”

Geno had to work hard for her Fitness and hated People who had that natural Elegance, Grace, and Fitness for free. And these Features, those Lips, those Breasts, those Legs? Geno would kill for – without hesitation.

Anezka interrupted them and served Tea, Champagne, and a Plate of Macarons “You can go now!” Geno dismissed her Maid brusquely “Of Course, Madam!” Anezka looked to the Floor. Chris Face betrayed nothing, but by the Way, her Host treated her Maid told her a lot about Genoveva Klingmayer.

Geno took a Sip of her Champagne “So why are you here Miss von der Marwitz?” The Blonde set her Champagne flute down, “I want to talk with you about what happened to you yesterday, and a Series of similar Incidents in the last Weeks.”

“Her green Eyes are like a Laserbeam!” Aloud the brown-haired Woman said, “I don´t want to be rude, but why does that concern you?” She was rude.

Chris still smiled “Let´s say, professional Curiosity. Do the Names on that List tell you something?” She produced a folded Paper from inside her Blazer, unfolded it, and laid it on the Table so her Host could read it.

Geno leaned forward and read the List. Chris looked at her intently “Now we will see if I am right.” The brown-haired Woman read the List once, twice – looked up and shook her Head “No, those Names tell me nothing!” “You are good, but not good enough, ” Chris thought – she had read the Microexpressions, the almost imperceptible Changes in her Body Language.

“Why is she smiling still?” Geno fumed inwardly, Chris´ Smile grew a few degrees colder “Oh yes, I think those Names tell you something – we both know that.” “What are you insinuating?” Geno´s Temperament flared up, Chris was not impressed “Don´t get your Panties in a Twist Genoveva, in academic vernacular, you lied.” Now those emerald-green Eyes were like Pools of Ice.

“How dare you!” Geno´s brown Eyes blazed, and the Blonde smiled ominously now “Cut the Crap. I am pretty sure your Assailant is among the Persons on the List, and I am pretty certain you recognized her. What makes me curious? Why didn´t you tell the Police?” The last Question was a Bluff, Chris knew, but a calculated one.

Geno´s Reaction told Chris she had hit the Mark “Tell me! Who is the Ghost? You know her!” The Blonde challenged her Host. Geno just stared at her. Chris looked long and hard at her. “Right, I will find it out anyway. You all went to School together. And one of your Classmates will talk. I can be very persuasive.

She rose – and looked down cooly at Geno.

“Thank you for your Time, Miss Klingmayer,” Chris turned on her Heels and was about to leave …” You cannot leave, I cannot let you go!” The Pianist noted the slight Quiver in Klingmayer´s Voice. Slowly she turned.

Geno aimed at her with a Gun, a Revolver with a pink Grip. Chris´ Reaction irritated the other Woman. The Blonde smiled, “Put the Gun down before you shoot yourself in the Foot, you can´t even hold it steady.” Chris walked at Geno “Give it to me!” “Stop! Or I shoot you! I warn you! I do warn you!”

What happened next, Genoveva Klingmayer would never forget. Chris moved with incredible Speed, her hard and precise Kick hit Geno´s right Hand and sent the Gun flying and crashing to the Floor. Chris's left-hand Stroke hit her at the Tip of her Chin – the Blonde did not pull the Punch. She stumbled backward – and crashed to the Floor.

Geno was out like a Light.

Chris looked down at her and shook her Head “Moron” – she heard soft Steps behind her. It was Anezka, her Eyes wide with Fear – and something different, Chris could not place “Excitement“? I mean you no Harm, your Mistress attacked me.” The Pianist said reassuringly. Tentatively, the Maid came nearer “Is she ….”

“No,” Chris smiled warmly, “She will suffer though from a Headache. Get her a cooling Pad for her Chin.” Chris left a Business Card on the Table “Tell her, she can contact me any Time if she wants to talk!”

Chris turned and strode out of the Door. A few Minutes later, she was on her Way to her Chalet. She had work to do …. Chris had a rough Idea of where to look after the Autographs “We are one step closer to Mozart” She mused “Both Cases are connected, the Series of Attacks on Women belonging to the same Class and the Hunt for the Mozart.”

Chris had tasked Sybil with a thorough Background Check of the Class of Ettal Abbey: Geno and the other Victims of the Ghost had one Thing in Common. They had been Students in the same Class—a close-knit Group—but Esme did not fit in ….


The Villa:


Anezka looked after the Pianist. The Entrance Door clicked shut. Moments later, a Car drove from the Premises at High Speed. The Maid looked back. Her Mistress lay on the Floor, face down on the Floor, like a large ragdoll. She groaned softly.

A crazy Thought shot through Anezka's Mind. She was Geno´s Maid and she was more. Especially when Doctor Klingmayer was not around … How often the Lady of the House had tied her up, gagged her, played with her. Geno had been inventive … A wicked Smile curled Anezka's Lips. She knew where Mistress hid the Toys “Don´t go away, Geno!” The Maid went upstairs and returned a few Minutes later.

The Mistress was groaning and stirring …. “I have to act quickly,” Anezka smiled

Geno was still groggy, “What hit me?” Her Chin hurt. Fragments of Pictures: The Blonde Pianist had laughed … the Blackness. Suddenly a thick sweet-smelling cloth was pressed on her Face. Geno did not really fight … and succumbed to the potent Fumes quickly.

With surprising strength for such a lithe Person, the Czech lifted Geno face down on the Dining Table. And set to work. 30 Minutes later Frau Klingmayer laid hogtied on the Table. Anezka had opted for a Boxtie, well almost a Reverse Prayer Tie. Her braided brown Tresses were tied to her bound big Toes. Her Socks were gone …Genoveva´s nyloned Heels rested on her lower Back.

Anezka chuckled. She had balled her Mistress's beloved thick brown Socks up and stuffed one in each Cheek between a Pair of used Panties, her, Anezka´s own. The stocking Cap hid a blindfold and a Pantyhood—a large red full-back Panty from Geno´s Hamper—from the very bottom.

“Mistress!” Anezka smiled “We will have much fun!” She sat down on a Stool, slipped her Flats off, and propped her nyloned Feet on the Table, Centimetres away from Geno´s Face. The Maid took a Sip of the Champagne she had been ordered to serve …

Geno groaned … it took her a while to remember what had happened …. “That Blonde Bitch!” Her Sight was obscured by the Stocking Cap … but in Front of her Face, rested a Pair of nyloned Soles on the Table, nude Pantyhose… Geno knew the Scent “Not that blonde Bimbo has me tied up, but Anezka, that little Trollop!” She protested vocally in her fully packed Mouth “Shhhh Mistress, don´t stress yourself out, I thought a little Rest could not hurt!”

“That little Bitch!” Geno fumed “Has she turned the Tables!” Normally it was the other Way around: It was one of her Maid´s duties to serve as her personal Bondage Toy, besides the little Bohemian was a real Vixen in the Sack!”

Anezka wiggled her nyloned toes in front of Geno´s Face “You like the Scent Mistress? I bet you do!” With a coy smile, she pressed her left Sole fully on the brown-haired Woman´s Nose “Breath Mistress!” She teased Geno “I perfumed my Feet this Morning!” Anezka took her Sole away “Here!” she grinned “The other one!” and pressed her right Sole on Geno´s Face …


Garmisch-Partenkirchen:


A redhead left the Villa. She was in her early 50s. Anna Maria Stenzl was Feli´s Office-Manager. The Ghost knew Feli had inherited the old Haag from her Father. She was hard-driving, highly organized, and efficient. Perfect for the Job.

The Ghost wanted her out of the way – AM as Feli called her would be no easy Prey. So, the Ghost waited patiently till the Office Manager had left. Now were only two Persons in the Office: Feli and Annabelle, one of the Blonde´s Assistants. Belle and her Boss stayed often after Hours …

“I wonder what you are doing!” Darkness had already set in – and the Twilight was perfect … The Ghost packed her Gear, left her Car, and cleared the Estate´s Wall.

15 Minutes later she sneaked into the largest of three Dentist´s Rooms. The Ghost smiled, “The two Dentist Chairs will come in Handy.” She knew Annabelle would check the Room if anything was as it should be … From Outside The Ghost heard the typical flapping Sounds of Birkenstocks … She hid behind the Door. A thick white Cloth doused with Chloroform ready …

The Door opened, the lights went on and Annabelle closed the Door. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and lifted off her Feet. One Arm pressed her Diaphragm together, the other a thick Cloth with a sickly sweet-smelling Aroma on her Face with an iron Grip.

Annabelle struggled and her Clogs flew off her Feet. The petite black-haired Woman fought like a Wildcat – a Battle she had already lost: The potent Fumes sapped her Strength, and she knew, she had to breathe …. and soon ….

A sweet Voice whispered soothingly in her left Ear: Annabelle´s Struggles grew weaker and weaker, and her Field of Vision narrowed to a dark Tunnel. Finally, her Body grew limp. Her Eyes rolled back in her Head. Gently, the Ghost let the unconscious young Woman glide on the Dentist's Chair next to the Window. She looked down at her Prey and smiled “You are a feisty one! I like that!”

The Woman known as the Ghost listened, “Belle?” She heard Feli calling “Belle?” Purposeful Steps neared the Door “Belle, are you in there?” The Ghost smiled, “She is concerned, that makes her inattentive!”

The Door was ripped open, and a tall Woman with shoulder-length blonde Hair charged into the Room and spotted the unconscious Annabelle. Froze – and almost sprinted then to the Dentist Chair with her Assistant on it “Belle, what has happened!” The Movement behind her she registered much too late! Strong Arms lifted her off her Feet, a chloroform-doused Cloth was pressed like a vice on her Face, her Attacker leaned her backward, and she lost Traction on the smooth Floor.

“Hello Feli, missed me?” The Ghost chuckled. The blonde Woman froze as she recognized the Voice, her Eyes widened in Shock, “You know who I am, do you?” That Trick always ever worked. Feli opened her Mouth to answer and breathed in more of the Drug. Her Diaphragm was compressed as if a Boa Constrictor was squeezing any Ounce of Life out of her.

Feli´s Struggles grew weaker and weaker – till her Eyes rolled back in her Head. The Ghost pressed the Cloth for two Minutes more on Feli´s Face, “Better safe than sorry,” the Ghost chuckled, “Besides it is so much more fun!”

Effortlessly she lifted the blonde Woman onto the first Dentist Chair and smiled at her, “You do look so peaceful”

She clapped in her Hands “Time to get you ready!”

Out of her Backpack, the Ghost took two Syringes – and injected first Feli, then her Assistant “Don´t worry,” she told her unconscious Victims “This Stuff will wear off in one Hour, it keeps you relaxed and in Dreamland!”

The Ghost stripped Feli first down to a pair of nude Hose and her Underwear, a white Pair of exquisite Bra and Panties. “You had always a great Body Feli!” She unhooked the Bra and threw it on the Floor. The Ghost cupped the full and firm D-Cups and squeezed firmly. Once. Twice. Thrice “Let us adorn these wonderful Breasts!” She manipulated the Nipples till they were firm and hard. With an evil Smile, she applied nasty-looking Nipple Clamps “These little Gadgets vibrate Feli!”

“Next!” She grinned and pulled the Blonde´s Panties down “Nice!” the Ghost chuckled “A neatly trimmed Brazilian Landing Strip!” She inserted a torpedo-styled Vibrator into her Preys Pussy. The Ghost pulled the Panties up – and applied a tightly knotted Crotchrope a tight one.

“Now comes the real Fun!” The Ghost explained and produced a roll of Duct Tape. Soon six neat Tapebands fused the Dentist´s legs together. Six more Bands held her Arms against her Body, Palms flat against the muscular Thighs, “Have you ever been encased in Nylons?” The Ghost produced a very large beige Stocking and inserted the hosed Feet of her Victim in it and pulled it up, till the Nylon confined Feli´s Legs and over her Waist.

The Woman worked quickly and efficiently: Soon Feli´s upper Body was encased to. Her blonde Head was the only Part not covered in Nylon. The Ghost took another Role of Tape and applied tape Bands above the previous ones. Above that, another Layer of Nylon. Tape Bands and a third Layer.

The black-clad Assailant let her Hands glide above Feli´s nyloned Body “Now comes the best Part!” she explained. And took the Pair of white woollen Socks, the Blonde Dentist had worn the whole Day. She balled the Socks together, the Sole turned outwards. The Ghost stuffed one Sock in the left Cheek and the other one in the right.

There was plenty of Space left in the Middle “You always had a big Mouth, Feli! You know what? I went through Genos Hamper and look what I found!” Triumphantly she presented a balled-up Pair of black Fullback Panties.

Working it in the Space between the Socks took some Effort. To keep the enormous Wad in the Ghost wrapped almost a complete Role of translucent Tape around her lower Face. Next was the Pantyhood – a blue one.

The Woman known as the Ghost pulled a stocking Cap above Feli´s Head. Two to be exact. She smiled down at her Prey “One little Detail is missing!” With a devilish grin, she produced two egg-shaped Devices from her Bag of Tricks – and taped them under Feli´s high Arches, before she taped her Insteps together.

“So, Feli – we are almost done here! Can´t have you rolling off the Chair!” Out of her Backpack, the Ghost took six Tensions belts.

“You do look good Feli!” The Criminal looked at Felicia's encased Body. “Don´t go away!” She turned to the second Chair: Annabelle was petite, she estimated something over 160 cm. But a trained athletic Body with an impressive Pair of D-Cups. The Ghost set to work. Precisely 30 Minutes later, there was not only one Nylon Mummy but two ….

The Ghost smiled “Now we wait ….”


Feli, later:


What has happened? Where am I? Why can´t I move? What is in my Mouth? My still foggy Brain fires a barrage of Questions. Slowly I try to put the Puzzle together. I hurried to the third Dentist Room, to look after Belle. I rip the Door open and charge into the Room. Belle is there. She lies on the second Chair. Her Eyes are closed. Is she unconscious or worse? I smell a sickly sweet Scent in the Air … before my Brain can process that Information. I am grabbed from behind and a Cloth doused with Chloroform is pressed on my Face. I struggle. But my Attacker is strong. Then she asks me who she is. I freeze, want to say something – and inhale more Chloroform and panic.

I know that Voice! But that is simply impossible. How can that be? And then fall. Fall deep into a whirling Abyss – then Blackness. Panic is clawing at me like a Predator. I force myself to calm down – with all the Willpower I can muster. I must focus on something different …

That feeling on my Skin,… I am encased in something smooth … Pantyhose? Belle and I experiment with Encasement Bondage when we play …. I probably lay on the other Dentist's Chair … something is taped against my Soles … My Nipples hurt …. Nipple Clamps? And I feel a Crotchrope … definitely a Crotchrope … under different Circumstances, I would enjoy it!

My Socks have pulled of my Feet – I know now where they are: In my Mouth … I have sweaty Feet, ever had … to taste my own Sweat is disgusting. Disgusting and arousing. A Pantyhood is pulled over my Head – and a Stocking Cap – hence the obscured Sight …

“Finally awake, Feli?” A female Voice chuckles “Belle is awake too! She is such a Cutie! I gag talk aggressively and tell the Woman to screw herself! Now I am sure. It is her. That little B*tch! F*ck you! I shout through the Mouth packing!

“Don´t stress yourself, Feli!” The Woman steps into my Field of Vision and stares down at me from those cold grey Eyes. She chuckles malevolently: You noticed the Accessories I presented you with? No? Let me show you! She holds a Pad in her Hand and presses a Button. The Nipple Clamps? They vibrate! She taps a second Time on the Pad.

I feel a Hammer awakening between my Legs! Oh God! Feli, meet Jolly Roger. Jolly Roger meet Feli! The Woman chuckles “And now? You have very sensitive Feet I remember!” She presses a third Button. I will die, I will really die! I am so ticklish under my Arches! The Bitch has taped vibrating Eggs to my Soles. Desperately I move my Feet up and down, trying to dislodge the Eggs from Hell! My Toes are tied too! I will die!


Belle:

I hear our Captor speaking to Feli and strain against my Bonds, my Cocoon! Strangely enough, I do not feel Fear. I feel aroused. I am so horny, like a randy Kitten! I point my nyloned Toes. I grind my Hips. The Crotch Rope feels so good! I feel the Vibrator in my Pussy! It buzzes – but only in a medium setting. By far not enough to board Orgasm Train. A figure appears in my Field of Vision “You want to cum little one?” She teases me “Yeessss!” I scream into my packed Mouth “Yesssss!” Another Chuckle “Ask and you shall receive!” The Vibrator jumps into High Gear! Wow! Is that Thing powerful!!! Orgasm Station here I come!

The Ghost looks down at her two Victims “Too bad I have to go now!” She smiles. She does not tell her Prey that Microcameras record everything ….

The Day after tomorrow will be the great Final. The Stage is already set. The Pianist is a welcome Bonus. The Ghost tried today to hack the Homepage of Art Inc. And failed. Whoever is the firm's Webmaster is – she hates to admit that – better than her .. but that does not matter “You keep telling that yourself, are you?” The small Voice in her Head chides her “This is reckless!”

“Shut up!”

The Ghost shot back. “I know what I am doing!”

What the Ghost did not know. As she tried to hack Art. Inc. She had stumbled across one of the many Tripwires Sybil Schmitt had installed ….

The IT Genius set to work ….





Ettal later in the Night:



A black Shadow hurried through the Abbey´s Eastern Courtyard. It moved like a Ghost. Noiselessly she ducked from Cover to Cover. A professional Observer would have registered that the Woman had to be a Professional – a highly trained one. The Shadow vanished into a Doorway in the Southern Wing.

Chris crept up the large imposing Marble Stairwell, which led to the first Floor. The rubber Soles of her Combat Boots made no Noise on the Marble. She had to think of another starless Night, another Marble Stairwell several Years ago. When she and Sophie had made her Escape from von Winterfeldt´s Lair, the Adlernest:


“[…] The Pianist turned left. Their running shoes made almost no noise on the marble floor. After 100 Meters they reached a stairwell. Down they went. The Adrenaline coursed through Chris´s Veins. The light of the Moon fell through the large Windows and drew strange shadows on the Marble.

Every Sense on high alert, Chris was driven by the same sense of grim determination which had imbued her at Reichenbach Castle. And on they went. She would get them out of that cursed place.

Sophie found it difficult to orientate herself, but Chris seemed to know exactly where they were going. When they had reached the ground floor, Chris led them to a large door which led them down deep in the cellars of the Adlernest.

Another couple of dimly lit stairs and corridors later, the air had become much cooler and a little damp. Sophie listened anxiously, expecting every second that their escape had been detected. But nothing happened. Another stairwell, another Corridor. The smallest sound echoed loud like a cannon shot in the silence. […]”

But there was one Difference. This Time Chris was no Prey. She was the Hunter now. Back at the Chalet Chris had cooked herself a simple Dinner: Spaghetti Vongole and a fresh Rucola Salad. Later she had worked through the Materials Esme had given her and Sybil´s Research. The Floor Plans, the Latin Text.

What she had found had been illuminating … she delved into the Files and Documents. Deep.

At Eleven she had shut her Laptop down -and activated the Security Systems “Charlotte take care!” Chris had told the AI “I will!” The AI paused. The Blonde smiled “Sometimes you are so Human Charlotte!”

The AI smiled, Chris was sure, “I take that as a Compliment, Chris!”

“Right” Chris nodded. She had donned her Combat Gear. The Black Body Armour, the black full Vizor Helmet, the black Combat Boots. The Blonde checked her Gear. The two Katana´s slung across her Back. The G20 Gen5 MOS, the Tanto. Chris had left the Chalet – and jogged down to Ettal.

One of her most useful Skills? Chris could avoid being seen under most Circumstances. Passersby would remember a black Shadow only, if they remembered her at all. The Night was starless and cloudy. She did not need the sophisticated Night Vision System of her Helmet – but it helped.

Father Severinus had provided her with a Master Key and a Key Card. Now Chris stood before the massive double-winged ornate Door made of ancient Beechwood. The large Key turned noiselessly in the Lock.

Chris listened. Her Senses unnaturally sharp. She was alone. With utmost Care, the Blonde gently pushed the Door open and stepped over the Threshold. Chris inhaled the Scent of a Library, of any ancient Library. Old Paper, old Parchment, old Leather, ancient Wood – the vast Hall was dark. She needed some Time to get her bearings.

If the Floorplans Esme and Sybil had uncovered were true, the Autographs were here in the Library. There was the Entry to a secret Labyrinth. Why did Mozart´s Autographs land there? Why had the Composer left them here? Still, so many Questions demanding answers.

Chris turned to the southern wall and inspected the massive shelves with their thousands of ancient leather-bound volumes. Nothing. She searched for 30 Minutes. One Hour. The Pianist walked past a large Mirror. Chris stopped dead in her Tracks. She remembered a Sequence of a Latin Text: Look into the Mirror and remember the first and the seventh of Fourteen. The Blonde stood before a large, ancient, massive Mirror. She looked at her contorted Mirror Image. Above the Mirror stood a Line in Latin: quattuordecim



A triumphant Smile curled Chris's lips under her Helmet …
 

[LunaDog]

WOW! This 'ghost' certainly has a mischievous side to her. Love the way Chris dealt with the arrogant woman, and then the maid decided to join in the fun. Superb.

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, again, a gripping tale with the scent of Bavaria all over it.

[Caesar73]

Dear @Caesar73, again, a gripping tale with the scent of Bavaria all over it.

Thank you @Jenny_S The Game is on. Chris is on the Trail of Mozart and the Ghost. She has not forgotten about the Woman who attacked her. There is obviously a connection between the Mozart and and the Attacks on her, Esme, Geno and the other Attacks. Someone clearly has a score to settle with the former Students of Ettal´s Boarding School. Why? That is still unclear .....

The Ghost obviously is still underestimating Chris .... we will see how this plays out: Three Chapter are left - and the Epilogue.

[Caesar73]

Chapter Four will be up tomorrow at the latest: The Race for the Mozart and for Revenge enters its next Phase .... Who will find the Mozart first? Chris and Esme or the Ghost?

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 4


“Presto prestissimo”




“Garmisch-Partenkirchen”



The next Morning

Anna Maria Stenzl was punctual like the proverbial Clockwork. She opened the Door to the Office a half Hour early. That was not unusual. What was unusual was that she had to unlock the Door.

Usually, Feli, as she liked to be called, was already there. Despite her Flaws, the Boss´ oldest Daughter was always on Time, a quality Miss Stenzl respected. They would never be best Friends, but Feli knew her Job—she was very good at it. So, her Father had been right to make Feli Heiress of the Family Business.

The Office was silent. Anna Maria Stenzl went to the counter. The Computers were still running. “Strange,” she wondered. “That is so unlike Feli.” She listened intently. “Has there been a Sound?” The Redhead listened “Yes! There it is again!” Something like a soft Moan? The Office Manager followed the Sounds to Room 3. The Moans grew louder with each Step.

Decisively Anna Maria opened the Door … and froze on the Threshold. She was greeted by a most strange Sight ….. The two Dentist Chairs were occupied – but not by any Patient but by two Nylon Mummies. One was rather tall, the other considerably smaller but with impressive Boobs. The Office Manager got a Grip: The taller Mummy was, without a doubt, Feli. A yellow Sneaker was taped against her Face, and she flexed her feet very enthusiastically.

The other Mummy was straining against her bonds too. Now Anna Maria noticed that the two Women were tied with six Tension Straps each to the Chair. The Air was thick with the Scent of Sweat and Arousal. The Moans of both Women got more urgent – and then they climaxed simultaneously. The heavy Gags were effective – but both Women were still very vocal.

Feli:

Oh God! What an Orgasm! My Soles are tingling. I flex my Feet and wiggle my Toes. I am still encased in Nylon from Head to Toe. The Vibrator is now buzzing at a medium setting. I am grateful for the relief. The Nipple Clamps I do not feel them anymore – no, there is just a dull throbbing.

I stopped struggling against the Tape Bands, the Nylons, and the Tension Straps long ago, I sweat profusely. The Hose is clinging tightly against my Skin. All the Layers …. I have figured out, she encased me in several Layers. Not only one. But that is her. Her Revenge. She has come back.

Belle:

God, I am so tired, relaxed and horny still. My Socks in my Mouth? They have become dry. And Feli´s Scent … this Pantyhood is like a Tonic, an Aphrodisiac. Not that I need one. The Vibrator is pulsating stronger – again. Oh, this devilish tool! I had some really good Orgasms. And that Encasement? The Nylon feels so soft and cool on my Skin.

I enjoy this ….

Feli could not tell how often she had orgasmed in this night of horrors. And that horrid Stench of Belle´s Sneaker taped to her Nose – and those devilish Eggs taped under her high Arches! The Blonde was just a quivering and shivering piece of human flesh. But there was a Sound! Rescue!” She struggled “Please let it be Anna Maria! Please! Just make those Eggs stop! That Vibrator, that Nipple Clamps!”

Anna Maria Strebl was a successful Office Manager for a Reason. She set Priorities. Resolutely she opened one of the Drawers with medical Instruments and took a Pair of Bandage Scissors.

Strebl cut through the Tape Bands holding the Blonde´s Insteps together. Two egg-shaped Devices clattered to the Floor. The Dentist was relaxing visibly, “The Shoe!” the Redhead decided. Anna Maria cut through the Tape Bands, pressing the yellow Sneaker against Feli´s Nose. The Shoe clattered to the Floor ….

The office manager carefully cut through the Layers of Hose, Socks, and used underwear. The Wall of Tape around the Dentist´s lower Face was next. Feli´s Face was red and sweaty, and her Eyes were red-rimmed.

“Keep still!” Anna Maria admonished her Boss as she cut carefully through the Tape …. Feli groaned as her Office Manager pulled the soggy Mass of Socks and Panties out of her Mouth. She laid a Finger on her Lips “Don´t try to talk! I will be right back! I must ungag Belle first!”

“Thank you” Feli whispered hoarsely.


One hour later:


Feli and Belle had showered and dressed in Scrubs. Both Women nursed a Pot of steaming hot herbal Infusion. Anna Maria Strebl was curious. Feli had insisted strongly on not calling the Police “It was just a Prank!” The Office Manager´s Look made it clear that she didn´t buy it, “But she is the Boss,” she mused, “So tell me what happened!”

Belle talked first … about the Attack, Feli now and then added something. Strebl knew her Boss “She hides something back” she mused “But what? Why not call the Police?”

This had been clearly not just a Prank – whatever that meant exactly.


Oberammergau: 09:30 AM


From her Hiding Spot, the Ghost watched as Angelika Taubner stood on her Tiptoes and kissed her Husband Goodbye. Shortly the Estates Entrance Gates closed behind his blue metallic BMW 7. Angelika, or Geli, went back into the Villa “You really look like Emilia Clarke!” The Woman called the Ghost, watched as Geli closed the Door behind her. She knew the Lawyer would work from Home today – and would have no Appointments today. Geli was a 1,60 cm Bundle of pure Energy and raw Willpower.

The Ghost was about to leave her Hiding Spot when a Silver Mercedes CL 180 Coupe stopped at the Estate´s Gates. The Gates swung open, and the Driver maneuvered the Coupe at high Speed up the curved Driveway – and braked hard before the Villa´s Entrance.

A blonde Woman in a blue pin-stripe Business Suit and matching High Heels got out – and hurried the Steps up to the Entrance. Before she got there, Geli barred her Way.

The Ghost could not hear, what they were talking about – but the two Women were having an animated Dispute. Finally, Geli pulled the other Woman with her into the House. The Villainess smiled. Fate was kind to her. The blonde Woman, who could have been Margaery Tyrell was Leonora Hofmeyer … another Woman on her List … “Two Birds with one Stone” The Ghost chuckled.


Ettal Abbey, the Library, 1100 PM:


Chris stood before the Mirror – deep in thought. So far it had stubbornly refused to betray its Secret. But Chris was patient. She turned on her Heels. Someone had entered the Library, “What are you doing here?” A gruff Voice snapped. The Speaker was a tall, paper-thin Monk, with piercing black feverish Eyes, and gaunt, almost skeletal Features.

“He has moved very stealthily,” the Blonde had to admit, “Father Malachias of Hildesheim,” Chris remembered – one of the Scholars using the Library. Music was his Speciality, the Librarian had told her “He dislikes anything after Palestrina on Principle – and he is a Misogynist.” “I can handle that” the Blonde had smiled.

“What am I doing here?” Chris smiled – and looked the Monk straight in the Face “He has to be in his early Sixties” she concluded “Well, that is fairly obvious, revered Father” The Pianist indicated a small bow. Without the slightest Hint of Irony, “I meant what you are doing here, in the Library.” The Monk spat at her “No Woman belongs here. No Woman should be allowed here.”

Chris grew fond of this Game, “Your Superiors don´t think so, Father – you question the Abbot's Judgement? Father Malachias, do you?” The Blonde still smiled but her Eyes drilled into the black Eyes of the Monk. She stepped nearer. Purposefully violating the Benedictine's Personal Space. “Tell me, Father! Are you questioning the Abbot´s Judgement?” Chris smiled “Are you?”

“No, I don´t” the black-haired Monk demurred and broke Eye Contact “I am glad to hear that” Chris smiled “Listen Father. I am doing the Job, the revered Father Abbot and Father Severinus asked me to do. I will do that Job.”

The Scholar fumed, Chris, could tell, “If that is not beneath you, we could discuss the finer Points of Palestrina´s Harmonics.” She looked him up and down, “If you get over your medieval Prejudices of course.”

The Monk stared aghast at Chris – before he turned sharply on his Heels and stormed out of the Library.


Oberammergau around the same Time:


The Ghost smiled gleefully. This had been almost too easy …. She had pressed the Doorbell. She had heard Geli´s black High Heels hammering in a quick Staccato on the Floor. Geli had ripped the Door open “Hello Geli!” A fine Mist hit the Lawyer in the Face. She crumbled to the Floor instantly. Overpowering Leonora had been just as easy.

Geli´s Husband would be greeted by a spectacular Side when he entered the large living Room:

Two metal Columns carried the Dining Rooms Ceiling. Each Column was decorated with one nyloned Mummy: Geli on the left, Leonora on the right. Geli encased in nude Hose, Leonora in Black. One Layer of Tape Bonds, one layer of Hose. Three Times. The Ghost had stripped both Women down to their Underwear and Hose.

Of course, she inserted Vibrators in their Vaginas. For the Gags the Villainess had raided Geli´s Hamper. She had found out that Leonora´s Mouth was bigger: Four Pairs of Panties, Geli´s just three.

The two Women were straining against their Cocoons and Bonds. The Vibrators were in High Gear when the Ghost left.

She had to hurry now, she had the Feeling that the Pianist was a step ahead of her in finding the Mozart. But she would adhere to the Plan “Always the Mission first,” her old Mentor had lectured her. And even if the Blonde with the big Boobs would find the Autographs first? There was always the secondary Protocol. She would get the Mozart, no matter what.

Her research on the Pianist had been unsuccessful. The Ghost considered herself a very good Hacker. But she had been unable to penetrate the Firewalls guarding the Servers of Art Inc. Grudgingly she had to admit that whoever designed those Firewalls was better than her. The Ghost had managed to avoid several Traps. But at some point, it was like she ran against a Brick Wall.

Maybe she had underestimated the Pianist in the first Place. The more important she adhered to the Plan and finished the Mission. The Ghost looked at her Watch. She had to hurry to keep track of her next Target.

After that, she had an Appointment at the Abbey:

This will be Fun!” The Ghost smiled “Esme has no clue at all!”

A small Part of her felt sorry for the blonde Teacher “Why did you have to find that Entry in the Itinerary?” The Ghost banned that thought in the most secluded Corner of her Mind. She could not risk getting her Emotions in her way.



Ettal, Boarding School, Rehearsal Room in the Afternoon:


Esme smiled – her Students had been surprised when she had informed them Today´s Lesson would take Place in the Rehearsal Room. She had checked the Grand Piano herself. Nothing should spoil the Surprise.

Her Gaze rested on her Student Arabella Hofmueller – and for just a fleeting Second a wicked Smile curled her Lips “Just you wait!” Cora Brandtner smiled reassuringly at her. Her Colleague, who looked so much like Eva Green, sat in the last Row. Cora was a talented Pianist, and they had bonded quickly – and among her fellow Teachers, what came closest to a Friend.

They shared their love for Mozart and their Disdain for Father Malachias. They jogged regularly together, went out for Dinner, and visited Concerts together. With Cora, Esme sensed a Connection she felt with very few People.

She just knew Cora understood her.

Like her, Cora was a very private Person who played her Cards close to the Chest. Esme knew that the black-haired Woman had grown up near Ettal – and studied in Berlin then before she returned to Ettal to teach at the Boarding School. Esme kept a Secret too, so she did not ask why Cora had not pursued a musical Career.

And she was good: The Blonde had heard her playing Chopin once. One of the Scherzi, the one in B-minor. Brilliant and flawless. But something, Esme could not tell what, something was off. Something lurking under that polished Surface. It had not been Cora´s Play, something else.

The opening of the two-winged Door interrupted her Musings, “She surely knows how to command a Room,” Esme sighed admiringly. Chris had dressed the same as yesterday, except in a different Turtleneck, “I wonder if she is carrying,” Esme mused. Again, a thought that came out of nowhere. The Pianist strode down the Aisle. Tall and erect, with a light Bounce in her Step.

Esme grinned: Her male Students stared in awe at the tall Blonde. Her polished brown Ankle Boots, the wide-legged beige Trousers, the moss green Turtleneck, and the Tweed Jacket. Esme noticed that Chris wore a pair of silver Earrings with Emeralds today – her shimmering Mane in a loose but stylish Bun.

Chris smiled as she reached Esme who was waiting at the Grand Piano, a Bechstein, an old one “Did I make an Entrance or did I not?” she whispered out of the Corner of her Mouth “You did” Esme whispered back – and enjoyed the astonished look on Arabella Hofmueller´s Face – who whispered at her best Pal.

Had Esme looked at Cora, she would have a different expression. For a fleeting Second, a dark Shadow crossed her Friend´s Features. Esme did not notice, instead she turned to her Students, who fell silent instantly.

Chris hid her amusement behind a polite Smile as she listened to Esme “Students!” I promised you a Surprise!” She grinned “And I think I delivered!” The Blonde looked from one to the next, “We have a Guest these Days in our Abbey. Christine von der Marwitz spends a few Days here in Ettal to enjoy the Solitude and Quiet, in Ettal to prepare for her next Concert in Munich!”

“You know, we are studying Mozart´s Piano Sonatas these Days,” Esme smiled, “And I asked Christine if her Time allows her to play for us and discuss Mozart´s Sonata KV 457 with us! They drink every Word from my Lips.” The Blonde smiled “Chris, if you might say a few Words?” “Gladly,” Chris beamed, “Thank you for the kindest welcome dear Esme and I thank you for the Opportunity to play for your Students today!”

She smiled “I play for you gladly but under one Condition only!” Chris looked from one to the other, “Feel free to ask any Question you like to ask, any Idea that springs to your mind! And I mean any!” Chris smiled at Esme “But I think we talked enough!”

The Blonde strode at the Grand Piano, like the Lioness she was, and adjusted the Seat. She nodded – and turned to her Audience “I will just do a quick warm-up before I play Mozart. I want to be at my level best for the Master!” She smiled mischievously.

Cora´s Face was a stony Mask as she watched the Pianist warming up, “Her Technique is superb, flawless!” Hot Hate filled her Heart, “I should sit there. I should be concerting at the Great Stages of the World! Not that blonde Bimbo!”

“She is not the one responsible for your loss, my Child” A small Voice whispered in her Head “Direct your hate against those who deserve it!” The Voice paused “And who tells you she is just a Bimbo? What do you know about her? Did you do your Homework as I told you?”

“No, I did not,” Cora had to admit, “I tried” The Voice fell silent. And this Silence was something Cora feared, “Concentrate on your task. Chris von der Marwitz is just a Distraction. If you have fulfilled your Task, you can take care of her. But not any sooner. Understood!”

“Yes,” Cora admitted grudgingly. “Understood,” The Voice smiled, “Good my Child, Now concentrate and watch Christine von der Marwitz playing. You might learn something.”

The Voice was gone. Cora opened and closed her Fists. But focused on what was happening at the Piano. The Pianist had finished her warm-up. She turned to her Audience, “Your Teacher,” She smiled at Esme, “Told me, you have studied Mozart´s early and middle Sonatas in Depth”

Chris noticed two male Students in the last Row, whispering. One, a prickly young Fellow pointed at Chris's Breasts, his Companion snickered and whispered something back. The Blonde smiled “This will be fun!” Chris had memorized the Names of Esme´s Students “Herr von Altstetten” Her melodious Alto Voice cracked like a Whip. The prickly young Fellow froze “You are wrong. My Bra Size is a D actually. Chris turned to his Comrade, “And Herr Kranzbichler – I am a natural Blonde”

Von Altstetten blushed deeply. And stared at the Floor. Kranzbichler looked as if he wished the Earth would swallow him.”

“After we have cleared this important Matter up,” Chris said lightly, “Let us return to really important Matters.” She smiled, “I will play the first Movement. Then we pause and discuss.”
Esme grinned, “She has put those arrogant Bastards in their Place so easily”

The Teacher was impressed. She possessed the absolute Hearing but could not match Chris´ Quality. Esme concentrated, as Chris stroked the first Key.

The Lesson passed quickly, and Esme was fascinated by how well the Pianist got along with her Students. With endless Patience, she had answered the young People's Questions. The young Teacher smiled. Arabella Hofmueller had been most impressed by the Blonde – and asked some interesting Questions. In almost modest Fashion.

The Lesson was almost finished as Arabella raised her Hand again, “Miss von der Marwitz,” Chris smiled, “Chris is fine!” Esme was intrigued “Arabella is insecure – that is a first!” “There was” Arabella hesitated “You played a Composition of Chopin that was lost, and that you recovered” The Pianist smiled “Yes, I did - but Arabella, you want to know something else?”

“It was another Scherzo, yes?” “Yes,” Chris smiled amused, “How was it, to play that Music after such a long time?” Arabella asked, a Glimmer in her Eyes. Chris took her Time and remembered the Moment when she first touched the Autograph with her Hands. It had been at the Adlernest. The Tycoon Carl on Winterfeldt had her abducted to play the Chopin for the first Time in 200 Years.

Chris and Sophie had escaped – and Chris had taken the Autograph with her. In January of the next Year, the Blonde had played the Chopin at Carnegie Hall.

Chris returned to the Present “Arabella?” The Student paused “Could you play that Chopin for us? Please?” Chris smiled warmly at the Student, “Gladly,” Despite her vast Experience playing this Scherzo was no Routine to Chris. Chris concentrated and sat down.

Esme watched fascinated as the Blonde focused. Chris looked down, Eyes closed. Her Hands rested on her Lap. The Teacher knew what she was doing. Blending all other Sensations out. And somehow, Esme felt, no, that playing this music did not come easily to her.

She knew from Experience that playing was always personal. The Pianist gave herself right now. The Blonde wondered, “Why did she not take the easy way out and declined to play that piece?” Esme knew “Because she has to play”

Chris looked up. Her Hands hovered for a Breath over the Keyboard. She touched the first Key with her right Hand. Played a simple Melody in the highest Discant. It was like a whisper. But clear and brilliant “She plays pianissimo,” Esme thought “And yet I can hear every Tone, precise and clear.”

This was one of the Moments when one could hear a Needle falling to the Floor. Esme smiled: Chris was highly concentrated, but totally at Ease “How she hits every Key!” The young Teacher wondered “So easily, so effortless …”

The Musician in her analyzed: The A–B–A structure with sections A and B contrasting, triple time, pronounced articulation, and sforzando accents. Chopin´s Scherzos were often marked presto or presto con fuoco.

Fascinated Esme watched and listened as Chris embarked on the final Part of the Scherzo: Presto con fuoco. Prestissimo. Unleashed the Storm, which Chopin had composed. Few Pianists could the young Teacher knew “She goes all in.” Esme discovered “She throws Caution out of the Wind!” A twinge of Pain touched Esme. She imagined herself sitting at the Grand Piano.

Chris hammered the final D-Major Accord into the Keyboard. Full Force with both Hands: Once. Twice. Thrice. Like Strokes with a massive Hammer wielded by a Giant. It was like awakening from a Dream. She took her Hands off the Keyboard and stood. She turned to the Students and bowed deeply. Applause broke loose.

All the People applaud enthusiastically. Except one ….


Later:


Esme followed Chris down the Corridor “This was marvellous!” she exclaimed “I never saw my Students so attentive!”
Chris said nothing but strode ahead.
Esme paused “Chris, what is it?”
The tall Pianist stopped dead in her Tracks, “Esme, I need your help”

“Anything!” The blonde Teacher smiled.
“Then listen ….” The Pianist returned evenly “I found something in the Library”
Chris began to talk. Esme listened.
“I have an Idea!” The young Teacher beamed ….
“Tell me” Chris smiled now warmly and kindly.


Somewhere near Ettal:


The Ghost was angry. No angry did not cut it. And the next Person on her List would have to pay the Price… But the great Final was near. All would end tomorrow. She would get the Mozart – and her Revenge …

She waited in the Woods for two Hours already. Her Prey would arrive soon, Alba Grünbauer was as punctual as a Clockwork. She had ever been. She had never been late to Class. Alba had been the Star Pupil. The perfect one. How much the Ghost had hated her.

And she had a Model´s Looks. Tall, athletic, Curves in all the right Places. Full firm Breasts. Tizian red Hair, bright green Eyes, Skin like Alabaster. Until recently, she would have said Alba had the greenest Eyes she knew. Till she met that Pianist. Christine von der Marwitz´ were like crystal gleaming Emeralds. Alba´s like dull-looking Gemstones.

Alba had become a highly successful Architect. Her Firm had been tasked with the Project of the new Chapel on the Abbey Grounds. Of course, the Critics had heaped Praise on her. Few People knew the other Side of Alba Grünbauer. The sharp Tongue, the cruel Streak. The Ghost knew both intimately.

She remembered one Scene with crystal Clarity as if she saw a Movie:

One young Woman is tied to a Tree. Her bare Feet in some sort of Bowl. Her Big Toes had been tied together too. A tall Redhead smiling cruelly stepping nearer. In her Hands a Box. The tied Girl was anxious … what was in the Box? The Redhead smiled, “You really want to know what is in the Box? Really? It could be the Box of Pandora! You still want to know?”

The young Woman opened the Box and tipped its Contents over the bound Woman´s feet. She screamed into her Gag, and screamed, and screamed ….

The Ghost smiled ….

“You hate Insects Alba!” She listened to the quick, regular Steps of a Runner came nearer “Punctual like a Clockwork,” the Ghost smiled ….


The Abbey around the same Time, the Library:


Chris and Esme stood before the large Mirror, “I tried everything,” The Pianist shrugged. And Sybil didn´t come up with something either.” Esme nodded and looked at the Latin Numbers carved artfully into the Mirror's Frame, “What does the Latin Text say Chris?” Chris quoted from Memory “The first and the seventh of Fourteen”

“Quattuordecim” Esme repeated “Quattuordecim” – she looked at the Mirror, the Frame, and back at the Mirror. Chris just watched. Esme was on something Chris was sure. She held her Tongue though.

She felt, and she knew that interrupting Esme now would throw her off Balance. The tall Blonde waited. “I have it, I have it!” Esme suddenly exclaimed. She smiled at Chris. “This is so simple if you understand the Principle!”

Chris waited.

“Listen,” Esme was full of Excitement, “This is it, how it works!”

Chris waited.

The young Teacher beamed like a Child, her Enthusiasm was so refreshing. But Chris understood her. The Blonde knew that feeling too well: When she had unlocked the Secrets of a Composition, mastered a very difficult Passage on the Keyboard.

Chris smiled “I felt something very similar the first Time I touched the Chopin-Autograph with my very own Hands!” She remembered that Feeling to the Day. It had been at Carl von Winterfeldt´s Stronghold in the Austrian Alps near the Brenner. The Tycoon had her abducted to transcribe and to play the fifth Ballade for him ….

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“Chris!” Esme grinned mischievously “Where have you just been? I bet you don’t remember one word I was saying!”

The blonde Pianist blushed a bit “Down Memory Lane!”

“You must tell me the Story sometime!” Esme teased Chris “I will promise!” She changed Tack “So what did I miss?”

“Listen!” Esme wagged her finger at her “Listen carefully!”

Chris smiled “I will”

“Don´t smile but listen!” Esme scolded the Pianist.

“Press the Letters “t” and “u” simultaneously!”

Chris had to stand on Tip Toe to reach the Mirrors upper Frame. Even with the Booties she wore, it was a far Stretch. Esme watched intrigued as Chris´ pressed the Letters. There was a soft Click.

And the large Mirror swung inwards, revealing a Doorway, which led into her Darkness, “You were right!” Chris whispered, “This is a real Howard Carter Moment, you feel it too Esme, right?” “I see wonderful Things” The young Teacher quoted the famous Words of the Egyptologist Howard Carter, who had discovered the only intact Tomb in the Valley of the Kings “I do Chris! I feel it too!” “Let us go inside!”

“Stop!” Chris blocked her way “Not so hasty my young Padavan!” The Blonde smiled, but her Tone made it clear: This was not open to Discussion. Chris sensed Esme´s Disappointment “Look!” She explained “I understand you, I would follow this Corridor as soon as possible too! But we have no Idea what awaits us. We need some Equipment.”

“So, we will not go in!” Chris smiled “Listen, Lara Croft! A good Friend of mine´s Credo is: “Preparation. Preparation. Preparation.” The Pianist looked the other Blonde straight in the Eye “So: We will return. And we will return prepared – tonight.”

Esme beamed, “This will be fun.” Chris suppressed a Grin. “That remains to be seen.” She returned calmly, “Dress in Black. A Balaclava would be good. A Flashlight and running Shoes—you can handle a Gun?”

The young Teacher nodded eagerly “I have a Licence to carry a gun – and I train once a Week at the local Shooting Range” “Good” Chris nodded “Which Gun?” “She is sounding so professional right now!” Esme wondered “I shoot with a Glock 17, APC Rounds.”

“Perfect. We will meet at the Library´s Main Door at 1200 PM sharp” Chris ended the Conversation. Before she left, she closed the Mirror. It shut with a soft click.

The Pianist smiled “I feel Esme´s Enthusiasm too! Tonight is the Night!” The Prospect to recover lost Compositions of the late Mozart – it was like a strong Tonic. Like Esme, she was a Musician with every Fibre of her Being! And not to know what they would find if they would find anything. Made it even more exciting.

Esme had to smile as she followed the Pianist out of the Library. Chris strode ahead with a Bounce in her Step.

The blonde Teacher sighed “So many Hours till Midnight!” Chris smiled “You will manage! Don´t you have any Papers to grade? It is what Teachers do, I heard!” The tall Blonde teased her Companion.

“Smartass!” Esme muttered – loud enough, that Chris could hear her.

“Be nice!” The Pianist chuckled.


Somewhere near Ettal:


The quick, purposeful Steps came nearer …. “Alba” the Ghost smiled hard “We will have much fun together! I of course! You? You will suffer!” A wave of hot red hate flared up in her Soul. Among her Tormentors, Alba had been second only to Theodora ….” The Ghost´s face grew hard, “For Theodora I have different Plans …” Tomorrow would be the Climax of her Revenge – and the Beauty of it? She would get the Mozart as well!”

A Runner turned the Corner, a tall Woman. Her shimmering red Mane in a Ponytail. An emerald green Headband. A matching Fleece Jacket. White Gloves. White leggings with green stripes and green Asics running shoes. Her Pace was quick and steady. Her Feet hammered the Trail. She was without any doubt fit. “No doubt,” the Ghost smiled, you run daily and work out three times a Week in the Gym, besides doing Yoga twice a Week.

The Ghost hated it, but Alba was really fit and disciplined. That would not help her much. Now she was only twenty Metres away, closing rapidly, “You look ahead, not on the Trail! Good!” The Woman known as the Ghost smiled. Five Metres. Four Metres. Three Metres. Two Meters.

The Ghost pulled the thin Line she had fastened to two Trees taut, sharply. One at each Side of the Trail. A simple Device. But effective. She caught her Prey on the Hop. Alba stumbled and crashed to the Floor. Before she could get her Bearings, someone straddled the Architect. Pressed her on the Ground again “Hello Alba!” A Voice whispered in her left Ear – a sickly smelling Cloth was pressed on her Face ….


Chris´ Chalet around the same Time:



Chris had to clear her Mind, she had to Focus. She could resort to one of over a dozen Meditation Techniques she commanded quickly, “Or I can simply play the Piano,” The Blonde had been surprised to find an old Blüthner Piano in perfect Condition here in Ettal.

After her Return from the Abbey, she had cooked. The spicy Scents of Chicken Vindaloo hung still in the Air. The Riesling from Palatinate had gone well with it. Tonight, they would enter the Labyrinth – she had no Idea if it was actually a Labyrinth that awaited Esme and her.

But one of Chris´s most loved Books was “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco. A Series of mysterious Killings in a secluded Abbey in the Northern Italian Mountains. A Franciscan Monk is tasked to investigate the Matter: William of Baskerville. In the Movie played by Sean Connery. The Murder Weapon proved to be a Book, its Pages laced with Poison. The more the Victim read, the more it poisoned him.

The Book was hidden in a Labyrinth inside the Abbey´s Library. Chris smiled. A Part of her looked forward to it. To the Quest.

Chris sat down at the Piano. She struck one Key, the central C. Not very hard. She was fascinated. The Instrument was perfectly tuned. The Blonde did not think. She let her Fingers find the way … they played the first Notes of the Goldberg Variations – she allowed herself to be drawn in by the Music …

As she played the last Note, one hour later it was like awakening from a long sleep. Playing Bach always did that. It cleared her mind. Helped her to focus. She went into her Bedroom and made her Preparations ….it was one Hour to Midnight.


Hours previously somewhere near Garmisch in the Woods:


Alba awoke slowly. The Fog clouding her mind lifted slowly—very slowly. Fragments of Memories shot through her Brain. She had jogged as usual, her usual Trail. She had stumbled and crashed to the Ground. Someone had straddled her and pressed a thick, sweetly smelling Cloth on her Face.

Alba had fought as best as she could – but it had been an uphill Battle. And then there was the Voice she knew. “Hello, Alba! You remember me?” She had whispered. Alba remembered that Voice. She had promised them Revenge and Retribution. And if it was her? She had a good Reason to be concerned. She more than the others …. One of them had to fear the Ghost of Christmas Past even more ….

“My Mind is still not working properly,” Alba groaned. The Redhead opened her Eyes. She tried at least. But her Sight was obscured. Something soft covered her Head …. “Pantyhose!” it struck her Mind. Her Head was encased in Pantyhose. A Stocking, maybe – and there was a Pantyhood too …. It had to be a Pantyhood if she was right about the Identity of her Attacker …

They had used it on her. They had been Geno, Feli, Theodora, Alba … and a few others … To them? It had been fun … Alba would have never thought this harmless Fun would place her in Peril 15 Years later …

The Ghost:

I watch as little Alba is coming to her Senses – and exploring her Bondage. I tied her like Feli - mostly. But the Redhead is standing and taped against a Tree. As Gag I used three Panties, stuffed into one very ripe Nylonstocking. So far nothing new – but there is a little Extra: Alba is standing with her Feet in a Plastic Box. She stands on a Grate. Her big Toes are tied to it. So, moving her Feet is out of the Question. Oh, and Alba, you will want to move your Feet soon!
Under the Grate is a shallow Space.

Next to the Box, three large Glasses stand on the Floor. I walk at her. I stop before her “Hello Alba! Missed me?” I see Recognition dawning on her Panty and stocking-covered Face. Her Eyes widen, “For you,” I tell her gleefully, I have something very special! I bow down to the Ground, take one Glass, and hold it before her Eyes, so she can examine its Content “These are Fire Ants!” I smile deviously. Indeed, it is filled to the Brim with a wiggling Mass of Insects. I open the Glass, and pour its Content into the Box, as I do with the other two …

Now Alba´s nylon-covered Feet are covered entirely by the Insects. I look Alba straight in the Face “You don´t believe how much I enjoy this!” I smile deviously “But I am not entirely heartless” I look at my Watch “In two Hours a Reporter of the local Press will find you!”

“Till then? Have fun!” I wink at her “We will see again!” I turn, grab my Gear, and leave. I didn´t tell Alba that this whole Session will be recorded ….

Tomorrow it is Time for the Grand Finale. I have made all Preparations. Tomorrow Evening, I will have the Mozart, and I will have my Revenge. Actually, I am proud of the Plan. Since that Nuisance of Pianist showed up, I had to make a few Adjustments. And in the End, it will be much more Fun this way to put that tall Blonde into her Place.


Hamburg: Villa von der Marwitz:


„Yes!“ Sybil Schmitt exclaimed, „Got you!” “What is it?” Sophie Reichenbach had entered Sybil´s Domain, with its many Screens and Computers and Servers, “Where the Bites dwell,” Anna Romanova had once joked, “Damnit Sophie! You startled me! Sybil accused the Lawyer.

The Woman who looked so much like the young Sophia Loren could move stealthily like a Cat. Sophie had changed from her Office Attire, today a maroon Powersuit with matching Platform Heels, into comfortable white Yoga Pants and a black Turtleneck – her socked Feet had made no Noise “Tell me Sybil, what is it? And fast – Dinner is ready, and you know how grumpy Anna can get when she is hungry!”

“I have to forward this to Chris first!” Sybil smiled, “Someone walked right into the Trap I designed – and now we know the Identity of the Ghost – and her Location. That of her Computer at least!”

“Right!” Sophie smiled “You do that, and I tell Anna!”

But Sybil already typed on her Keyboard …..


Almost Midnight: Ettal Abbey, the Library:


As silently as she could, Esme hurried up the Marble Steps of the imposing Stairwell “A Part of me is scared, a Part of me excited!” The lithe Blonde smiled. She had dressed entirely in Black and carried her small Backpack. Her Glock she carried in her Shoulder Holster. Esme felt quite comfortable with the Gun.

She took the five last Steps. At the Library´s Door Chris waited. Well, it had to be Chris “She looks so different now!” A black full Vizor Helmet covered her Head. She wore black Body Armour. Esme noted the Gun, Chris carried at her right Hip. What impressed her most? The two Blades slung across her Back.

“So, this is Chris the Warrior!”

Chris opened her Vizor. The Blonde gave the Teacher the once over – and smiled “You do look good Kiddo!”

The Pianist opened almost noiselessly the massive Double Wing-Door. It opened surprisingly noiselessly. They stepped over the Threshold and Chris closed the Door again – very gently. Curiously Esme watched as the Pianist put something made of Metal over the Keyhole.

“We don´t want any unwanted Visitors in here, while we explore the Labyrinth” the Blonde explained, who had noticed Esme´s look “Let´s go!” Chris smiled “She is entirely focused right now – like she is playing the Piano!” She followed the tall Blonde to the large Mirror “It is strange to be here at this Hour” the young Teacher thought. The pale Moonlight fell through the large Windows. It was the only Source of Light.

Chris stopped before the Mirror, which was the Entry to the Labyrinth under the Abbey. She turned to Esme “You do exactly as I tell you. Stay as close behind me as possible. Keep Flashlight and Gun at the ready!” “You expect Trouble?” “It is always better to be prepared for the unlikely” The Pianist demurred “There may be Traps and such.”

Chris went up on her Toes and pressed the two Letters. Again, the soft Click. Gently she pushed the Mirror inwards. It swung inside without any Noise.

Esme followed Chris, as the Pianist stepped inside the hidden Corridor. The blonde Teacher was excited, she could not deny it “And I feel comfortable and safe in Chris´ Presence. Again, Esme sensed the calm Power under the Surface – but more keenly. As if the Pianist wanted her to feel it. Like a Beacon in the Night.

The Corridor they entered was roughly three Metres wide and probably just as high. It had a vaulted ceiling, which, like the Walls was painted White. The Floor consisted of smooth black rectangular stone Plates, which were grouted extremely accurately. Shoulder-High there were in regular intervals Torch Holders. The Torches had not been lit for a long Time – and Chris resisted the Temptation to ignite them.

Burning Torches meant Smoke. Smoke meant a Trace, someone could follow. Carefully Chris stepped forward: Her powerful Flashlight in one – and her Gun in the right Hand. The Corridor led slightly downwards. The Air was dry – but grew cooler now. After 20 Metres, the Blonde made a gesture with her Right, signalling Esme to stop. A part of Esme felt like in a Dream – it had something of a Lara-Croft-like Adventure “But this is the reality” a small reasonable Voice told the young Teacher.

The Corridor ended in a Stairwell, which led further into the Blackness. Esme admired not for the first Time, how smoothly and elegantly the Pianist moved. As secure as in bright Sunlight. Not in some dark hidden Passageway, which led who knew where to ….

Chris looked down into the Stairwell. From here it was impossible to see, how deep it led. Even for her cat-like Eyes, who saw many Things, other People didn´t. She listened intently. The only Thing she heard? Their Breathing. Decisively she stepped on the first Stair and motioned Esme to follow her ….


Outside the Library:


The Ghost cursed: Someone had blocked the Library´s Door from the inside. And she had a pretty good Idea who to blame for that …. She even got a nasty Shock, as she tried to pick the Lock “There is more to that Bitch than meet the Eye!” The Woman called the Ghost – she remembered only too well that her Attempt to hack her Way into von der Marwitz´s Firm Network had failed “I have barely avoided being caught!” the Ghost cursed. The Ghost had no Idea how wrong she was ….

That in the virtual World she was Prey now, not the Huntress, she didn´t know. Sybil Schmitt was already on her Tracks.

As far as she knew, the operation went according to plan, but adjustments were still part of the game.

So, she would have to change a few Parameters. An ominous Smile curled her Lips. Now, she knew how she would get the Mozart and fulfill her Revenge.


Inside the Labyrinth:


Carefully Esme followed Chris down the Stairwell “Three Stories” The Teacher had counted. Chris stopped and made a Gesture – and pointed to the left “We have reached the next Level” The Blonde stepped forward. The new Corridor looked the same as the one through which they had entered the Labyrinth.

Chris´ Senses were unnaturally sharp. She was trained to sense Danger. On that “Ninja-Stuff” as the Europol Investigator Birte Ricciarelli called the Blonde could rely. Even in the Dark under the Earth. She stopped sharply, and Esme bumped into her – making Chris stumble and touching one of several thin Wires, that crisscrossed the Corridor. On click. The Pianist threw herself and Esme to the Ground.

The Gun Shots sounded like Cannon Fire in the Corridor – and Esme felt a wave of hot Heat rolling across them … “Cannister Shot” Chris analyzed. She waited, obviously the Wire had activated an old Trap, which still worked after all the Time “Are you okay Esme?” the Blonde whispered, “I am” the Teacher whispered back, her Voice a bit shacky “No Wonder” Chris smiled “Being shot at with life Ammunition is quite the Experience.”

Gracefully Chris got up, pulling Esme to her Feet. She closed her Vizor and used the Night Vision System to scan their Surroundings. She counted four ancient short-barrelled large Caliber Guns, designed for firing Shot, the so-called “Blunderbuss” – a Dutch Invention, Sarah McKenzie had explained to her once. The Canadian was familiar with all Kinds of Weapons – in some Areas better than Chris herself.

The Guns had been connected to the Wires – and thanks to the very dry Air, the Powder had still worked. They moved forward even more carefully forward – it was slow-going “But better slow than Dead” Chris mused. Chris and Esme turned a Corner. Esme had a fine nose, and she smelled something …. Petrol? A soft Click: Before them was a Trench in the Ground. For a few Seconds – nothing happened, before a Wall of Flame blocked their Path it filled the Corridor.

The Heat was immense “We cannot pass” Esme whispered “We will” Chris replied calmly “This is not the Bridge of Khazad Dum! The young Teacher heard her smiling “I am pretty sure, there is no Balrog around” Esme admired how calmly the Blonde acted in the Line of Fire “As soon as the Petrol is used up, the Fire will go out – but very inventive!”

Chris did not tell Esme that, but she was really impressed “I must tell Sarah that!” Once they had encountered another Labyrinth together … almost two Years ago now …. Chris had saved the Black Lady´s Life back then, as a mechanical Minotaur attacked them:

Finally, the Fire went out. Clouds of black Smoke made them Cough. The Trench was something over a Metre wide “Only one way to get on the other Side” Chris smiled “You mean jumping?” Esme sounded dubiously “You can wait for me here of Course” The blonde Pianist shrugged.

The Teacher watched as Chris stepped three Steps back, ran, hurled herself in the Air, and landed safely on the other Side “Come!” She encouraged Esme. The lithe Blonde took her Heart in both Hands, stepped back – and ran at the gaping Abyss. She was in the Air. She landed. Stumbled back. But Chris grabbed her firmly and steadied her “Well done!” The tall Blonde smiled mischievously “Don´t tell me, that wasn´t fun!”

Chris grew serious “It cannot be far now!” “How do you know?” “I feel it” Chris shrugged “And that Trench was if not the ultimate Barrier, but close.” Even more careful now they stepped forward. First straight ahead. A right-hand Turn. Then left. Chris and Esme encountered several more Obstacles. More Gun-Traps. Fascinated Esme watched as Chris moved between the Wires without touching any. With a glimmering Blade – “This is a Tanto” Chris would explain later to Esme – she cut them.

Finally, they stood before a Doorway. There was a Web of Wires …. Chris stepped nearer. Inspected the Wires´ Anker Points. Fascinated Esme watched: Still like a Statue she stood before the Doorway. The Tanto in her right Hand. Minutes passed. Then the Blonde exploded into Action …


Minutes earlier:


Chris entered the inner Courtyard of Himeji Castle. Under the old Cherry Tree, a familiar Figure waited … The Blonde forced herself to a slow and steady Pace “Sensei” She bowed deeply “Why have you come my Child?” Sensei Nakamura asked gently “I do not know, which Wire to cut the first Master”

“You know my Child” Sensei Nakamura shook his head and smiled that wise all-knowing Smile “You know what to do!”

“Hai Sensei!” Chris said sincerely. And bowed deeply.

With a Smile Chris´ Sensei watched as Chris turned sharply on her Heels and strode out of the Courtyard. Sensei Nakamura could not help but feel proud. Chris von der Marwitz had been like a Daughter to him, like a Son – the one she never had. She had been a Promise as a Child. A Promise she had been. And fulfilled it. The Child, the Student had become a Master.


The Present:


Fascinated Esme watched as Chris exploded into Action, cutting the Wires in a certain Rhythm. Finally, she stepped back – and turned to Esme:

“Come,” the Pianist said simply “This is the Finis Africae”

In the Heart of the Midnight, Chris and Esme stepped over the Threshold – and found themselves in a vast Room:

Bookshelves covered the Walls and in its Centre stood a large wooden Table. Centuries-old. On it a wooden Box, ancient too …

“This is it?” Esme whispered, “This it is” Chris whispered it “Open it!” She said firmly “This is your Discovery!”

Esme stepped forward. With trembling fingers, she opened the Hatch, and the Box made of polished Cherry Wood …. In awe, the Pianist and the Teacher looked at the Box´ Contents ….


 

[LunaDog]

You made us wait fir this, but that wait was WELL worth it!

[Beaumains]

It is always funny that Hollywood makes us expect that there are long lost treasures in these places hidden in tombs and protected by traps. In reality, I would suspect they are either lost in the ground or forgotten in large, badly documented libraries. Still, I love the idea of a hidden labyrinth. It really gives the vibe of a Hollywood movie that cares more about visuals and a tight plot than historical accuracy.

[Caesar73]

Still, I love the idea of a hidden labyrinth. It really gives the vibe of a Hollywood movie that cares more about visuals and a tight plot than historical accuracy.

Since I read the Name of the Rose, watched the Movie with Sean Connery the Idea of a Labyrinth in a Library always fascinated me. Lost Libraries too, like the Library of Alexandria, the many lost Libraries of Antiquity .... add a bit Lara Croft a healthy Dose of Indiana Jones

What Chris and Esme found we will learn in Chapter 5, the first Part of the Final which is complete. Chapter 6, the second Part of the Final is almost complete.

Chapter 5 will be online probably end of the Week

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 5


“Finale Presto molto agitato con fuoco”


Part One


“Ettal Abbey, Bavaria”

0500 AM, a Clearing several Kilometres to the Northeast:


Hidden in the dense Undergrowth the Ghost watched the wooden Cabin at the clearing. It was a clear and cool Morning. Today was the Day. Today she would get the Mozart and complete her Revenge. Everything was ready. She would teach her former Classmates and that blonde Bitch a lesson and would get away with it. The Ghost was on a tight Schedule, and she was about to fulfill the first Task of the Day:

She watched intently as an athletic Woman in her early 30s stepped on the Patio and then down on the wet Grass. Barefoot and dressed for Yoga, she went to her Yoga Mat: Emilia Fraunhofer. The Yoga Teacher had not been easy to find. She had stood out amongst their Classmates. Emilia had always a Love for the Esoteric. They had all dabbled in Magic – but Emilia had always been drawn to the Arcana of India

After their A-Levels Emilia had vanished from the Grid – even the Ghost had lost her. Her Trail had gone cold after she boarded a Flight to Katmandu in Nepal. Five Years ago, she had returned out of the Blue – and opened a Yoga Retreat here in Ettal. Fraunhofer kept a low Profile and avoided any Contact with her former Classmates.

“You feel Regrets Emi?” The Ghost chuckled mirthlessly “You should have felt them before! But you feel them at least. Not that this will exculpate you!” For her Attack, the Ghost had chosen a different Approach this time …. The Disguise of a forlorn Pilgrim, on the Trail of Santiago de Compostela – one Strain of the Bavarian Part of the Trail led through the Woods near the Clearing – she would ask Emi for Directions. The Emi she knew had been a real Goody Two-Shoes – and would be only too eager to help. I

She watched as Emilia began her yoga exercise. Her movements were fluid, graceful, and elegant. The ghost stepped onto the clearing. “My disguise is perfect!” she grinned. The hat, the backpack, the well-worn hiking boots, the outdoor gear – and the sign of a true pilgrim: a staff with the pilgrim mussel. The ghost did not bother to tread very carefully.

She stopped three Metres before Emilia, who had just completed her last Asana, the Dog. Obviously, the Yoga Teacher had sensed something. Gracefully she stood and turned elegantly on her Matt to face the Newcomer “Namaste!” she bowed “Namaste!” the Ghost returned “You are a Pilgrim?” She pointed at the Mussel “On your Way to Santiago? A very spiritual Place!” Emilia smiled “I am Adara” the Ghost smiled “I lost the Way! Could you give me Directions to the Trail?”

“Better!” Emilia smiled “I can show you! Come!” Without waiting for an Answer, she stepped ahead, not bothering to slip her Shoes on – the Ghost followed her Prey, this was just perfect, they stepped under the Trees. Emilia did not look back – or she would have seen, that “Adara produced a thick Cloth doused with Chloroform … “Now or never” the Ghost smiled and attacked her Prey.

Emilia was hit totally by Surprise: One Arm pressed her Arms tightly against her Body – a second pressed a thick sickly sickly-smelling Cloth on her Face. The Fight was short and vicious – but finally, Emi´s Eyes rolled back in her Head ….

Almost gently the Ghost let the brown-haired Yoga Teacher glide to the Floor “You look so peaceful Emi!” the Woman called the Ghost smiled. She took her Backpack off her Shoulders. From one of its many Pockets, she produced a Syringe and injected its Content into Emi´s Neck “Don´t go away!” she smiled. The Ghost had parked around the Corner. Just in 100 Metres Distance.


30 Minutes later: The Abbots Summerhouse:



The Abbot´s Summerhouse was perfect for the Ghost's purposes. The Retreat had been built by Abbot Benedict Pacher between 1745 and 1748. It was closed to the Public. Few People knew from its Existence.

To convince Abbot Conradin to allow her to use it for her Studies had been easy. The Ghost stopped her Car, opened the wooden Entrance Door, and brought her Gear Inside. She opened the Trunk. Emilia was still out like a Light: The Criminal had stuffed the prepared Gag Packing in her Mouth: A very used Stocking filled with three Pairs of Panties. Twenty passes of translucent Tape secured it in Emi´s mouth. A Sleepmask covered her Eyes. A nude Stocking Cap her Head. The Ghost had zip-tied her Victims Wrists behind her Back and her Elbows together. Two more Zip Ties around her Ankles and under her Knees had completed the Travel-Bondage.

With surprising Strength, the Ghost hefted the unconscious Woman over her Shoulder in a Fireman´s Carry. She walked through the Corridor which led to an open Door which led into the Cellars. The Ghost smiled “Cellar” is just the Understatement. A vaulted Corridor let into a vast Room, which could have been a Hall in one of the great Baroque Residences, like Schönbrunn, Nymphenburg, or Versailles.

In the Centre stood a shimmering Grand Piano. 10 Pillars made of Marble formed a semi-circle. Most peculiar was the sight of eight Gurneys with a lot of Straps, next to each Gurney stood a Gas Canister.

The Ghost put the unconscious Emilia on the first Gurney to the left “I have to hurry” She looked at her Watch … quickly she disrobed the Yoga Teacher and chuckled “I knew it!” Emilia neither wore a bra nor Panties …. “About that we have something to do! Thankfully I can help you out!”

The Criminal selected a pair of black Bra and Panties and a Pair of nude Hose for her Legs “Better!” she smiled and let her left Hand glide above Emilias long trained legs. Quickly, she strapped the Yoga-Teacher to the Gurney and put a breathing Mask on her Face “Pleasant Dreams Emi!” The Ghost smiled and left the Hall “One down, seven to go!” She smiled: She would improve Emi´s Attire later …

The Ghost had to switch to another Role. She left the Cellars, freshened up, and changed into her professional Outfit. She sat at her Working Desk, powered her Laptop up, and logged herself in. An evil Smile curled her Lips as she opened her Mail Program, opened a Folder, and sent seven Emails she had written beforehand ….


Chris´ Chalet around the same Time:


The Pianist had done her Morning Routine: Her Tai Chi, her Run, her Meditations. Now she sat at a large polished oaken Table in the Chalet´s Dinner Room. Her Mind wandered back: They had been back in the Library at 0200 PM. Chris had been amused by Esme´s Enthusiasm. Her Eyes had blazed, her Cheeks rosy.

“And now?” She had pressed Chris as they closed “What do we now?” The Pianist smiled “Now we go to Bed. Tomorrow I will examine the Autographs – and then” Chris smiled ominously “We will catch this Ghost!” Esme frowned “But how?” The Pianist “I have a Plan, but I have to check in with Sybil, our IT-Genius, first” She demurred “You know who she is!” The Teacher looked intently at the Pianist “Let´s say I have an educated Guess – but I have to be sure.”

Esme pouted “And you won´t tell me?” Chris chuckled “No I won´t my young Padavan. It is better that Way believe me.” The lithe Blonde tried to read Chris´ facial Expression – but she looked like a smooth marble Façade “You think it is someone in the Abbey!” The Pianist demurred “I am not sure yet, and I won´t utter any Speculations.” Her Tone brokered no Argument. Chris saw the Disappointment on Esme´s Face “Believe me” the Blonde said kindly “It is safer that way – you don´t have to do playacting.”

The Teacher bit her Lip – but finally nodded “I guess you are right” She sighed …. “We meet tomorrow at 0600 PM – don´t contact me unless it is really necessary, let´s go to Bed now!”

Chris had slept well. It was true: She had been seriously tempted to have a first Look at the Autographs straight after she had returned to her Chalet. But she knew: If she did that, she would not sleep – she would immerse herself into this undiscovered Land – and get lost …. Chris knew herself well enough. And in Cases like that, her deeply ingrained Self-discipline set in … So, she had gone straight to Bed.

As Chris powered her Laptop up, her Eyes narrowed: Sybil had been busy …. A grim Smile curled the Blonde´s Lips “So I have been right …” Chris stared into the Distance … a Plan formed itself in her Mind ….

She looked at her Watch: “I have Time enough for a quick Inspection” Chris could not deny she was excited. On the Table was a gleaming massive rectangular Box. The Blonde typed in a Code on the Keypad and laid her Palm on the Hand Scanner and spoke loud and clear in Japanese. It was a Haiku. A soft Click. Chris opened the Box: Inside the wooden Box, they had recovered from the Labyrinth.

The Blonde had put on Silk Gloves. She would not touch the Manuscripts with her bare Hands: Four Envelopes. 250 Years old. They were in perfect Condition. She could read Mozart´s Hand well enough: What was in this Box was an invaluable Treasure. The Composer had been in his Prime when he composed this Music: Two Sonatas for Piano Solo, one for two Pianos, and – Chris´ Heart made a little Jump – a Fantasie, a Fantasie in D Minor.

The Pianist made a snap Decision and followed her Instinct. Gently she took the Envelope containing the Fantasie. With utmost Care, she laid it on the Table and opened it. Gently she touched the first Page, her Fingers following Mozart´s Hand. Chris needed no Piano to hear the Music. In her Mind she heard it as clearly as if she played the Notes on the Keyboard of a Great Piano.

And for a while, Chris did forget the World around her. There was just Mozart and her. She had set her inner Clock for thirty Minutes …



Villa Klingmayer, later:



Geno opened her Laptop “Anezka what do you think?” The brown-haired Woman smiled “Shall I have Lunch at Alberto´s or at Hannes´ Alm?” Anezka mumbled something “Alberto you say!” Genoveva Klingmayer chuckled “Yes, his homemade Ravioli al Spinacci are delicious!” Her Maid muttered something barely intelligible. No Surprise. Geno had not forgotten nor forgiven what the Czech had done to her, after that Blonde had knocked her out stone cold “Anezka bring the Tea!” Doctor Klingmayer´s Wife ordered.

The petite Czech shuffled along – on her Ballet Boots. That her Ankles were shackled did not help exactly either – but she had some Routine walking in these Boots. Her Wrists were also shackled. Her Face right beneath the Eyes was covered by a gleaming black leather Mask, which hid an elaborate Gag: A choke pear Gag.

Carefully Anezka shuffled along, balancing a Tray on her Hands. On it a steaming Cup of Tea. Her Mistress´ Favourite – a Darjeeling First Flush. A very rare Brand – only produced in small Quantities.

Geno opened her Mail Program and checked her Emails. There was a new one. Sent this Morning by Theresa Oberlinger, no Subject … “Theresa” Genoveva whispered. A Sense of foreboding filled her. After the Attack two Days ago, she had contacted the others. They had agreed to meet soon.

Something made Geno hesitate to open the Email. Her right Index Finger hovered over the Keyboard before she pressed Enter. She pulled herself together and pushed the Button.

Geno read:

“We have to talk Geno. Meet me at Sarastro´s Sanctum at 0300 PM. Theresa.”


Sarastro´s Sanctum. That Place. She had not been there since School. Geno hated that Place. The Past had come back to haunt them …. She had come back … and there had been that tall Blonde “The Bitch laughed me in the Face and kicked my Ass” Geno fumed. She had attended many Courses in Self Defence. Expensive ones “And I thought I was prepared” She scoffed “I was not prepared for her.”

Geno texted Theresa back “I will be there” The Answer came almost instantly “Good. We meet there. Be careful. May Lilith bless you. Theresa.”


Ettal Abbey, later:


Chris entered the Church. The monumental Main Dome had always impressed her. For a Moment she stood under the Dome, closed her Eyes – and listened to the Silence “Maybe I have to correct an old Prejudice. Even if the Case is not closed yet.” She would take something with her from Ettal – even if she did not yet know exactly what. The Pianist bowed slightly before the Altar and held the Pose for Spell. Chris rose, turned right, and strode to the Confession Booth.

Inside she knelt.

“Another Confession so soon my Daughter, you are busy!”” Father Severinus was amused “Maybe another Time Father, when this Case is closed” The Pianist smiled too “So your Quest was successful?” “The one for the Autographs yes” The Blonde replied seriously “The one for the mysterious Attacker not yet. But it will be soon.” “And you won´t tell me who the Suspect is?” The Librarian could not see the Pianist but suspected she shook her Head “No. Not till I am absolutely sure.” “Then I will pray to God you solve the Case soon” “I will Father.” The Blonde rose “That will be all Father!”

Father Severinus heard her purposeful Steps diminishing in the Distance “Almighty Father! …” he prayed …. “God's ways are strange. As an Instrument of his Work, he chose a former Protestant, who is rooted deeply in the Japanese Culture ….”


Esme´s Apartment:


The young Teacher paced the Carpet in her Living Room on her stockinged Feet – as she usually did when she was thinking. Today Esme wore a dove-blue conservative Costume and nude Hose “I cannot wait and sit on my Hands.” She mused aloud “I know Chris told me to,” she said to nobody in particular.

And there was the Mozart still. Esme got only a Glimpse of the Sonata for two Pianos … Her Desire to study the Autographs was of burning intensity. That Chris had promised her, she would get her Chance, did nothing to quell the Longing after the Music …

Esme completed another Round on the Floor …. “I have to do something!”



Garmisch-Partenkirchen:


Theresa Oberlinger looked at her Watch. She would be punctual to her next Appointment. The Real Estate Manager hated Unpunctuality on Principle. As CEO of one of the leading Real Estate Firms in the Region, she adhered to the Principle of “Leading up Front and by Example”

Just sitting behind her impressive Desk was not enough. So, whenever the Opportunity presented itself? She took Assignments on her own – to the Chagrin of her Father. The Senior and Founder of Oberlinger Estate did not like this Approach “As if you had been any different” Theresa mused as she walked up the Pathway to the Entrance of Villa Cosi fan Tutte.

The Villa had belonged to a wealthy Family, the Reinstetters, which had made their Fortune in Rat Poison in the 19th Century. The Locals had called the Estate “Villa Rat Poison”. That the Villa was up for Sale was a Gift handed down by the Gods of Real Estate in Theresa´s Opinion. They could make Millions with it!

The Heiress, Carolina Hofbauer, had contacted them discreetly. She had no interest in the Villa. Too many Memories. Not all of them suitable – Theresa had deduced. Theresa had chosen a violet wide-legged Power Suit with matching Jimmy Cho Heels.

From a distance, the Building had looked well-kept, as she walked nearer Theresa´s professional Eye noticed the Signs of Disrepair …. “No Wonder she wants to get rid of it” the Real Estate Manager mused. Maintaining old Buildings was expensive – but she knew some People who would pay any Price for Villa Cosi fan Tutte.

She stopped before the massive Entrance Door and pressed the Doorbell. The Clicks of High Heeled Shoes neared the Door. It swung open “If Eva Green has a Double? This is it!” Theresa thought “Frau Hofbauer?” she smiled professionally “That´s me!” The Woman, which had to be her own Age, smiled.

Carolina Hofbauer beaconed her inside “Come in!” She said warmly. Theresa registered the modest mouse grey Costume and the medium Heels “Let me show you the House” Hofbauer said “Of course” Theresa nodded.

For the next thirty Minutes, Carolina Hofbauer led her Visitor through the Villa “Why don´t we talk about the Details in my Study?” Theresa followed her Host inside. The Room breathed the slightly dusty Charm of the 20´s “This is wonderful!” The Real Estate Manager made an all-encompassing Gesture with her right Arm “Please take a Seat!” Carolina invited her Guest and pointed to the Chair in front of the polished Desk made of cherry-wood.

A set of delicate Meissner China stood on the Desk “Coffee?” Hofbauer smiled – and for a fleeting Moment Theresa was sure to know the Woman. It was not the Voice … the Smile? “Just my overimaginative Mind!” The Real Estate Manager discarded the Notion. She took a Sip of her Coffee “Excellent! Ethiopian?” “You are good!” Carolina Hofbauer seemed pleased that Theresa appreciated the Coffee´s Quality.

For a few Minutes, they made Small Talk. As Theresa wanted to take another Sip of Coffee, her right Arm felt incredibly heavy. She felt a slight Tingling in her Toes too “Are you not well?” Carolina examined a closely. Her Expression had changed. Not cordial and warm anymore, but cool and calculating.

Now Theresa was sure “I know her!” Her Host had noticed, she smiled now like a Rattlesnake poised to strike “Took you long enough “Carolina” spoke “Even her Voice has changed” Theresa stared at the other Woman – because that was the only thing she could do “A very strong Muscle Relaxant. Odourless, colourless, tasteless.”

The Ghost chuckled maliciously “You are all so gullible – the clever Theresa waltzed in here like a Pig to Slaughter!” She looked at her Watch “Ahhhh ..” she sighed exaggeratedly “So much to do and so little time!”

She stood, walked around the Table, lifted the paralyzed Real Estate Manager off her Chair – and laid her on the Floor. The Ghost stared down at her Victim “You will meet the others soon – and then ….” She let the Sentence hang in the Air. Theresa felt like a hit with a Whip.

“Let´s get you ready!” The Ghost smiled. She stepped out of her High Heels and knelt at Theresa´s Feet “I like those Shoes!” Theresa´s Attacker smiled and pulled the Jimmy Cho Pumps of her Feet. First the left, then the right one “You always loved your Pantyhose” she smiled and tickled the Real Estate Manager under her high Arches. Thoroughly.

Theresa just drooled “This Relaxant is a wonderful thing” The Ghost added conversationally “You feel anything. And you can´t do anything about it – you won´t believe how long I waited for this Moment, to have the proud Theresa at my Mercy.” Her smile grew even more cold “I will have you all at my Mercy. Soon.”

Quickly and methodically the Ghost stripped Theresa down to her burgundy red Bra- and Panties and nude Hose. With relish the Villainess squeezed her full Breasts “You know Theresa – a little Bird whispered to me, you love Encasement Bondage still …so you will like what I will do now!” The Ghost did not waste any more time. Theresa felt that the heavily padded Shackles closed around her Ankles. Another Pair of Shackles held her Hands before her Body.

“You had always such a big Mouth – so you will like the Gag!” It was a filled Stocking. Filled with three Pairs of used Panties …

Later:

Theresa resembled now a perfect Nylon Mummy. The Ghost had blindfolded her and put Ear Buds in her Ears – before she had applied a Panty Hood and a stocking Cap. The Woman did not stir. Her Captor had injected her with another Drug, which sent her Victim to Dreamland.


One hour later: The Abbots Summerhouse:


The Ghost looked down on the two Gurneys “You have got Company Emilia, she smiled!” Two down, six to go … her Fingers glided above Emilia´s nylon-covered Soles “Such strong beautiful Feet!” Her Hands glided upwards, caressing Emilia's toned, strong Legs “Yoga did you good!” She chuckled ominously “You will need your Stamina later” Emilia had not been the worst of the Bunch. She was no Leader. And the Ghost felt the Yoga Master had fled her beloved Bavaria for a Reason …. To make Amends?

“Maybe I will go easier on you than the others …” she said absentmindedly “But first” the Ghost squeezed Emilia´s full and firm C 36 Cups firmly …. “We will have to prepare for the next Guest … As if on Cue, the Doorbell rang …

The Ghost switched on the Sound System: Mozart´s KV 330 sounded from the Speakers. She tapped on her Tablet. The Entrance Door would open …. Music stream from the hidden Speakers leading her Guest down here – to Sarastro´s Sanctum ….


Upstairs:


Felicitas was uneasy as she stepped over the Abbot´s Summerhouse's Threshold. Her blue Suede High Heels clicked on the white Marble Floor. It had been a while since she had been here. 16 to be exact … the Blonde would have preferred another Location, but Theresa had been clear. And Theresa´s Word was Law, as their Coven´s Headmistress … still was … even Feli had done her best to forget they had dabbled in the Black Arts … they all had avoided Contact, even if they lived not far from each other … there had been the occasional Meetings at Social Events.

And then the Attack two Days ago. It had been her. Her. Feli had hoped “She” had vanished for good. They had learned she did not. She was back. Back with an Agenda. Feli had connected the Dots after the first two “Incidents”.

The tall Blonde followed the Sound of Music. Mozart she knew. She had never been good at playing the Piano, but she recognized Mozart when she heard him. The Music grew louder. The Door that led to the Cellars, to Sarastro´s Sanctum, was open. Feli pulled herself together and stepped down. Step by Step. With each Step, the Music grew louder.


She stepped on the Ground Floor. Followed the Candle Lit Corridor. The Dentist stepped over the Threshold – and froze: It was as it had been Yesterday. The Candles, the Chandeliers …. the Altar, the Grand Piano … but there were eight Gurneys. Two were occupied – by two nyloned Mummies …

“Eight” Feli whispered “Yes, eight” A dark silky voice whispered in her Ears. Full of Malice. “Emi and Theresa will soon have Company” Felicitas was frozen. In Shock. One Arm pressed her Arms against her Body, the other a Chloroform-Doused Cloth against her Face. Like a Vice …This Time the Dentist did not fight ….

Later: The Ghost looked at the third Gurney – another nyloned Mummy …. The Ghost smiled at the unconscious Dentist “I do love your Breasts! Feli!” She squeezed them repeatedly “You do look so good as a Mummy!”


Chris´ Chalet around the same Time:


After her “Confession,” Chris did some research in the Library. Sybil had sent her some Pointers. The Pianist had studied the Volumes. And learned some more about Mozart´s Stay at the Abbey. That the Composer had spent several Weeks here at Ettal only a few Specialists knew.

The Gap in Mozart´s Biography had been closed only a few Years ago. Chris´ knew about it. She loved Mozart and admired him – but other Composers were closer to her Heart: Bach, Schumann, Brahms, Rachmaninov – and Chopin of Course. To him, Chris felt a special Connection. To Chopin and to Schumann.

Now Chris sifted through the Data Sybil had sent her. She had dressed for Comfort, changed Booties and Power Suit for white Yoga Pants, a green Top, a matching Fleece Jacket – and thick green woollen Socks.

Chris gazed into the Distance. Sybil´s Data had confirmed her Suspicions about the Ghost's Identity. The IT Genius had even unearthed Evidence that shed some light on the Woman´s possible Motifs. If Sybil´s Findings were true? The Ghost had a pretty good Reason for Revenge ….

That didn´t make it right what she did …. Not by far …. But understandable …. The Ghost was dangerous – and she was close. The accelerating Speed of her Attacks made it clear they were nearing the Endgame ….




Esme´s Apartment:


Esme was still unsure about what to do. That she would do something was clear though: “I cannot just sit on my Hands!” She took a Sip of the fine Darjeeling. The lithe Blonde leaned back in the comfortable Armchair, her nyloned Feet propped up on the Table. She wiggled her Toes: The Nail Polish matched the Tone of her Costume …. The Tones of Mozart´s Rondo alla Turca interrupted her Music.

Esme looked at the Screen of her Smartphone and took the Call “Cora!” she beamed “So good to hear from you!” Her Colleague chuckled “You are in good Spirits!” The Blonde smiled “You could say that!” “I can almost see you smiling!” Cora Brandtner grinned at the other End “The Reason why I call: Are you in for a Surprise Esme? I made a Discovery that will blow your Socks off!”

“You sound mysterious!” Esme chided her Friend and Colleague playfully and made a snap Decision: This was just what she needed. Better than pacing the Floor or staring out of the Window “Are you in or not?” Cora interrupted her Musings “All in!” Esme was excited “I forward you an Address presently. Meet me there at 0500 PM sharp!” Esme heard a melodious Doorbell ringing at Cora´s End “Gotta go!” Her Colleague ended the Call – I have another Visitor “See you!” The Line was dead.

Esme looked at the blank Screen – and smiled “This will be fun!”


The Abbots Summerhouse around the same Time:


Geno pressed the Doorbell a second Time. The voluptuous brown-haired Woman was impatient. She didn´t know why, but she felt uneasy. Geno shivered. And not for the Cold. It was a bright and sunny Day in late November “Why has Theresa insisted on meeting here of all Places?” She could not wrap her Head around it “No” a small Voice whispered in her Head “You do not want to. You know perfectly well, why Theresa chose this Place ….”

“Shut it!” Genoveva snapped. A soft click interrupted her. The massive Door swung open. And now she could hear Piano Music … she stepped over the Threshold and pulled the Door gently shut. This Corridor with its white marble Tiles. A film of fine Dust covered them – and Geno noticed the Marks of High Heels in the Dust. She followed the Trail. The Marks led to another Door … She knew what was behind it … Stairs. Stairs made of black Marble. A curved Stairwell would lead down to Sarastro´s Sanctum.

Klingmayer pushed the Door open, the Piano Music grew louder. Tentatively Geno made the first Step. Her brown high-heeled Boots clicked eerily loud on the Marble. The Air grew cooler – she walked the Corridor and crossed the Threshold to Sarastro´s Sanctum.

Two Things caught her Attention: Next to the polished black Bechstein Grand Piano, a Woman was standing with her Back to her. Of medium Height. Wearing a black Power Suit – wide-legged – and black high-ankle Boots. Her sleek long black Hair fell between her Shoulder Blades.

Genoveva Klingmayer knew the Woman – from another Life. Two Days ago, she had whispered in her Ear … The second Thing: Eight Gurneys. Three were occupied by Women encased in Pantyhose.

They were strapped to the Gurneys. Breathing Masks covered their Faces. It was impossible to tell who the Women were. But Geno had an educated Guess …. The Woman in Black turned “She has not changed” Klingmayer mused – and meant inside and outside. For a second she contemplated to turn and run, to get away.

“Don´t even think about it!” The Ghost chuckled maliciously. Only now Geno noticed the ugly-looking Gun in the other Woman´s right Hand “I can shoot you anytime – and believe me this Taser-Tranquilizer Gun is a nasty little Tool! For old Time´s Sake, I give you a Chance Geno” There was so much hate behind these Words, that Genoveva shuddered.

“Look at this Table!” The Ghost commanded. Like under a Spell Geno did. Next to it was a sturdy wooden Chair. On the Table? A Dust Mask and a Bottle “Sit! Her Captor´s voice snapped like a Whip. Geno did as ordered. She walked to the Chair and sat down “Take the Bottle and pour its Content inside the Dusk Mask. Use the Stuff freely! Now!”

Geno had a pretty good Idea of what was in the Bottle: Chloroform …. They had loved to play with the Stuff back then … She poured a healthy Dose of the Drug inside the Dusk Mask. Without waiting for the Order Geno put the Mask on. And breathed in deeply. Slow, long deep Breaths.

“Interesting” The Ghost mused “I did not expect that Courage from you!” Geno´s Eyes were already cloudy. Still, she breathed in. Finally, her Eyes rolled back in her Head. It lolled to the Side.

“Time to get you ready!” The Ghost told the unconscious Woman. She pulled Geno´s Boots off, then her thick white Socks “Just as I thought” the Woman looking like Eva Green chuckled “You love expensive, exquisite Hose still!” The Ghost set to Work.

30 Minutes later another nyloned Mummy had joined the other three … instead of the prepared Gag, the Ghost had used Geno´s Socks – and a Pair of Panties …. The icing on the Cake? The Pantyhood – a beige full-back Affair – and very ripe.

The Ghost smiled “Four to go!”

She looked at the Screen of her Laptop, which showed the Parking Space outside the Summerhouse. A green-metallic BMW 3, a Woman in a green Barbour Wax Jacket, Jeans, and Sturdy Boots: Brown Penelope Silver Tassel Boots “So you own them still Franziska” The Ghost chuckled. The Woman waited a Moment before she pushed the Entrance Door to the Abbot´s Summerhouse open …. The Ghost made her preparations …. She took another Cloth, doused it heavily with Chloroform, and hid in the Shadows …

30 Minutes later:

Franziska had joined her Sisters on one of the Gurneys. This Time the Ghost had chosen black Hose … Her right Hand glided above the Farmer´s trained Body. The Body of someone who did hard farm work daily – but took care of her Body nevertheless “Your Pedicure is perfect and this violet Nail Polish!”

Five down, three to go … plus the Guest of Honour!


Somewhere on the Abbey´s Grounds:


Chris was jogging in a fast Pace. She had to clear her Head. She had planned but felt a bit uneasy. Would it work? The Blonde accelerated. Something was off. Chris had expected the Ghost to make a move to lay her Hands on the Mozart. But nothing had happened so far. As much as they knew about the Ghost now? That Silence was ominous. Chris could trust her instincts regarding this.

The Pianist accelerated her Tempo again, like a well-oiled Machine. Esme had not returned her Call. She had texted that she would be on the Road, and they would meet for Dinner at Klosterhotel Ettal Ludwig der Bayer at 0630 PM. Chris jogged on.


The Abbot´s Summerhouse: 0500 PM


Esme parked her red Golf in the parking Space close to Summerhouse. What made her curious? Several other Cars parked there … six to be exact. Esme got out of her Car. It was chilly, despite the bleak November Sun. The blonde Teacher was grateful for her warm Coat, dove blue coat the Basque Cap. Both matched the Colour of her Costume. Her Gianvito Rossi dark Blue Suede Boots were perfect for the Weather.

Esme had never been inside the Abbot´s Summerhouse. Normally closed to the Public it was reserved for special Guests of the Abbey – or Scientists who did Research in the Abbey for a prolonged Time.

She was excited. What Surprise did Cora have in store?

The Blonde walked up the five Stairs to the Entrance Door. To her Surprise, it was not closed but left ajar. Gently Esme pushed it open. Nobody there ….. “Cora?” No Response, instead the young Teacher noticed soft Piano Music. “Mozart” She recognized instantly “KV 534 F Major Andante” And she recognized the Touch. A Pianist's Touch was unique like a Fingerprint for the trained Ear …. This was Cora playing no doubt about that.

Curiously she followed the Piano Music … the Sound led her to a Door. Esme opened it and stepped on the first Stair. As she walked along the Corridor – Esme stopped and listened “What are these other Sounds?” Her Instinct knew before her Brain did. She knew the Sounds … Moans, muffled Moans, muffled Peals of weary Laughter, muffled Screams. Screams of Women in Heat. There was not only one Woman …

Esme pushed the two-winged Door open, stepped over the Threshold, and stood in a Room that could have been in Nymphenburg or Schönbrunn. In disbelief, Esme watched the Tableau before her: The Grand Piano in the Centre, the black-clad Woman playing the Piano. Ten marble Columns.

Eight of them had a “Decoration”: Eight Women. To tell who they were was impossible: From Head to Toe, they were encased in Pantyhose. The Way their Cheeks bulged made clear the Women were well-gagged.

Under the Layers of Nylon noticed Bands of white Rope. The Mummies' arms were squashed together behind their Backs. All sported Nipple Clamps – Esme noted the Crotchrope too. Six black Tension Belts welded each Victim to her Column. Now heard Esme the low Buzz -Vibrators … some louder than others …

Entirely mesmerized by the Scene before her Esme did not notice that the Pianist had stopped playing – and walked at her new Guest “A wonderful Tableau, isn´t it?” Cora Brandner’s Voice pulled the Blonde back to the Present “And believe me!” now the dark-haired Woman chuckled so maliciously – it sent Shudders down Esme´s Spine – “They all deserve this and more!” She paused “My so-called Sisters´!” Cora spat “You will understand Esme!” Now she smiled warmly at her fellow Teacher “That you got involved sad, but I had to do what I had to do. You understand that, right?”

Esme was lost for Words “Attacking me? Tormenting me? You call that sad? Are you nuts? How could you? I thought you were my Friend!” “I am your Friend” Caro spoke to her in a Tone Parent would to an unruly Child “We can still be Friends when this is over!” “In Hell, we can´t!” Esme snapped “This is so sad” Cora shook her head “That I have to do this to you – I need you! I promise though I will go easier on you than these Bitches – but some Inconveniences are unavoidable ….

What happened next caught Esme entirely by Surprise. Suddenly Cora had a strange-looking Gun in her right and pulled the Trigger. The Taser and the Tranquilizer Dart hit Esme between her Breasts. A wave of incredible Pain, Convulsions – then Blackness.

Cora Brandtner looked at the Floor and the unconscious Blonde “I am really sorry Esme. Someday you will understand.”

“Let us make you presentable for Frau von der Marwitz! She chuckled “Love your Boots Esme!”


0645 PM: Klosterhotel Ettal: Restaurant:


Chris took a sip of her Franconian red wine, a Cuvée made from Schwarzriesling, Pinot Noir, and Zweigelt. It was rich and heavy. In her opinion, many famous French and Italian red wines were overpriced and overrated.

The Blonde looked at her Watch – and her Smartphone …. Esme was late – and what was more, not taking her Calls. They went straight to the Mailbox. Chris had waited for almost half an hour now – she had been early. Some Heads turned as the Waiter showed her to her Table which Esme had booked for them.

The Blonde was used to this Attention but could have lived without it. The Tweed Costume she had purchased at the Orkney´s. Evie and Sophie had visited her Brother and Sister in Law. Their Relationship was not something that would qualify as cordial, but it had certainly improved since Chris and her Friends had rescued the Lady of the House and her Guests out of dire Peril. That had been during the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls.

Chris´ was not concerned - yet, not too much at least. Cora Brandtner had also been unavailable. And in the Blonde´s Opinion? One coincidence too many. Chris had planned to visit Esme´s Colleague – but she had not been in her Apartment, and her Car was also gone …

Chris´ Phone signalled an incoming Message. Esme. It was a Video-Clip … The Pianist opened it and watched: It was Esme – a bound and gagged Esme. The Blonde balanced on Tip Toe. She had been stripped down to her Hose and Underwear: Nude Hose and dove-blue Underwear. Her Toes had been tied together. Esme was forced to balance almost on her Toes.

The young Woman had been tied with white Rope: Insteps, Ankles, Calves, under the Knees, and above and right under her tight Crotchrope. Her upper Body was almost parallel to the Floor. Her Arms tied at Wrists, below and above the Elbows.

Esme was forced to look directly into the Camera: Her long blonde Hair had been braided and tied to her Elbows. Her Face was obscured by a stocking Cap. A nude one. That the Teacher had been tightly gagged was a no-brainer: The Gag Packing that discarded her Jaws was clearly visible under the Stocking Cap. Her Eyes were very wide. The Clip ended. A Text Message: “I call you in fifteen Minutes.”

Chris´ Face betrayed nothing.

Elegantly, perfectly calm, and untroubled she signalled the Waiter, who was clearly not immune to her considerable Charms – and Chris made good use of that “I am terribly sorry” She smiled warmly at him “My Friend has caught herself a Bug – I have to see after her. Would you bring me the Bill please?” Few Men could resist her Charm “Of course Frau von der Marwitz, of Course” “Angelo Cavani” almost made a bow …

Seven Minutes later Chris floored her rental Car ….

She had just closed the Door of her Chalet behind her when her Phone rang. Chris took the Call:

“Yes?” the Blonde sounded perfectly at Ease.

“Good evening Frau von der Marwitz“ A female voice greeted her.

“Good evening Cora” Chris´ returned evenly “What do you want?”

A Moment of Silence “That I know her Identity surprises her” A grim Smile crossed Chris´ Lips.

“So, you know who I am?” Brandtner chuckled “I have to shelve my Prejudices about Blondes. You and Esme are really the Exception to the Rule.”

Chris returned nothing, just waited.

Finally, Brandtner spoke:

“We both know what I want! Let me explain to you how we will do this. If you play Ball nothing will happen to dear Esme – if not …”

“Tell me then!” Chris sounded still calm and collected “I am not joking!” Brandtner warned the Blonde “Me neither” Chris replied evenly and controlled “If you hurt Esme I will hunt you down like a rabbit dog. So, what are your Demands?”

Another Pause. This Conversation did not go as Brandtner had planned …

“This you will do, any Trick? Esme suffers!” ….” Brandtner said finally …. trying to reassert Dominance …..

Chris listened …..

End of the Final, Part 1

[slackywacky]

That was a pretty long chapter. Not that I am complaining
I really like your attention to detail in your story.

End of the Final, Part 1

We'll wait patiently (as I always do, yeah right) for part 2.

[wolfman]

I have to echo that sentiment. This was one long run up, like a plane taxiing before takeoff.

This whole tale has felt like it has been accelerating and building and I cannot wait for the pay off.

[LunaDog]

Oh yes! This is beautifully set up!

[Beaumains]

Someone is having a vengeful streak. I still do not fully grasp her motivation, but at least the ghost is being stylish with the location (although she is lucky all her victims were closeby). I feel for her victims. Some of them will have been tied up and tortured for ages.

[Caesar73]

Someone is having a vengeful streak. I still do not fully grasp her motivation, but at least the ghost is being stylish with the location (although she is lucky all her victims were closeby). I feel for her victims. Some of them will have been tied up and tortured for ages.

Some old Wounds go deep and never heal fully. What do we know so far? The Ghost and her Victims were all Members of the same Class at the Abbey´s Boarding Schooll. They were Members of a Coven, dabbled in Dark Magic. The Coven´s Preceptor was Theresa Oberlinger, in the Present a successful Real Estate Manager as we learn in Chapter 5. She ends her Response to Geno´s Mail with "Lilith bless you" - which indicates Dark Magic. What happened in the Past has been so severe that the Coven´s Members cut ties, even if they stayed in the Region mostly. I could imagine some Initiation Ritual gotten out Hand ... something along that Lines. And what ever happened? It left deep Scars ....

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, what a gripping story. Love it!

[Caesar73]

Dear @Caesar73, what a gripping story. Love it!

Thank you so much @Jenny_S! The Showdown between the Ghost and Chris is near! Who will prevail?

[Jenny_S]

Dear @Caesar73, it will be spectacular, no doubt, but I put my money on Chris. Hope I'm not mistaken.

[Caesar73]

Dear @Caesar73, it will be spectacular, no doubt, but I put my money on Chris. Hope I'm not mistaken.

We will see Chris has definitetly no Intention of being easy Prey. And the Ghost sees still more the blonde, beautiful Artist in her. Not a real Match for her ... that might be a Weakness worthy to be exploited

[Caesar73]

@GreyLord @Bandit666 @banshee @Beaumains @Bigballgag1 @Trammel @wolfman @mrjones2009 @slackywacky @Nainur @TightsBound @Pantyhose971 @TayDay95 @NotSeen @Fandango @LunaDog @Argentum @h6hlh6h @algebrauk @RopeBunny @RopeBunny @Jenny_S

The Files of Art. Inc.:


Chris von der Marwitz and the lost Partiture


Chapter 6


“Finale Presto molto agitato con fuoco”


Part Two


“Ettal Abbey, Bavaria”

Esme:


I try to listen to Cora´s and Chris´ Conversation. But I can only hear what Cora is saying. Focusing on the conversation helps me forget the increasing pain in my feet. I balance on my Toes and the Balls of my Feet – barely.

My Captor has tied me in a Strappado, I know – a stringent one. The Bitch has stripped me to my Hose and my Underwear. My Sight is obscured by a Pair of nude Hose. The Taste of the used Underwear crammed in my Mouth makes me wretch. I still can´t believe it, Cora has done all this … my Friend …. The Woman I trusted … The B*tch has pulled the Hose´s Crotch Panel over my Nose. And tied the sweater Soles directly under my Nose …This is disgusting.

Now Chris is my only Hope. Will she give in to Cora´s Demands? I don´t know her well, but I doubt the Pianist will cave in …

“You have one Hour!” The Woman I know as Cora ends the Call. She turns to me. Her Cheeks are rosy, a triumphant Smile curls her Lips. “Soon, the Mozart will be mine! My Employer will pay me a Fortune!” Cora strides nearer, takes my Head in her Hands, and kisses me fully on my gagged lips – hard.

“Isn´t this wonderful, Esme?” I stare angrily at her and mumble an angry retort, “Poor Thing! You want out of the Strappado?” She chuckles, “You are so cute when you are angry! But this was necessary. I had to convince that blonde Bimbo, I mean Business!”

I mumble something, “Oh, you think she is no Bimbo?” Cora chuckles, “Just look at her! Her blonde Hair! Her Boobs” Those elegant Clothes! And I bet she is a Bondage Slut too! Well, we'll find out about that later!”

She smiles, “Von der Marwitz cares for you. She will play Ball!” Cora grins wickedly, “Let us make you more comfortable!” I watch as my “Friend” produces a remote Control and presses a Button …

The Floor is icy cold under my nylon Soles – but the Feeling of standing flat-footed on the Floor again is glorious. And I sigh in relief, “That feels good! Doesn´t it?” Cora chuckles as she lifts my bound wrists off the Hook. The Ghost turns me around – and points to a well-padded Bench “Hop to it Esmeralda Darling!” and slaps me hard on my Butt. Cora knows exactly how I hate to be called Esmeralda.

I mumble something angrily but hop forward. No easy feature with my tightly tied Toes and my tied Legs. I sway on my bound Feet. But I carry on. Finally, I stand at the Bench, breathing heavily, “Well done!” Cora smiles excitedly, “Let me help you sit!”

20 Minutes later, I sit on the Bench and look at my legs, which are stretched out before me. I want to wiggle my tied Toes, but Cora has tied them back to my Ankles. Leather Straps hold me on the Bench: One above my Breasts, one below – and a third one around her Waist. Five more weld my Legs to the Bench.

Cora smiles down at me, “This is more comfortable, isn´t it?” She grins, “I have to get the Mozart and make some Preparations! I think you all could use some Rest!” I crane my Neck to watch as the Ghost walks to a Table. On it was a row of Dust Masks – and a Bottle of brown Glass. Cora unscrews the Bottle and pours the colourless Liquid into the Masks. I know this Smell! Chloroform … She takes a Mask and walks to me. As she stands next to me, the sickly sweet Scent of Chloroform is stronger.

“I mean you no Harm, Esme,” Cora says, surprisingly sincerely. “This will just help you relax! So, don´t fight it, just take long, deep Breaths, will you!” We stare at each other, but finally, I nod. I have no Choice.

Cora applies the Mask to my Face. The potent Fumes hit me like a Hammer. But I do what I promised. I don´t fight. I just breathe. And finally, I fall into a whirling Abyss ….

The Ghost watches as Esme´s Eyes roll back into her Head …..

“Sweet Dreams!” she smiles, takes another Dusk Mask, and walks to the first Column on the left. “Will you be a good Girl, Emilia? Will you do as I say?” Her former Classmate mumbled something in her Gag, which could go as heavily muffled “Yes” ….

The Ghost was a bit disappointed. Tormenting Emilia was less Fun than she hoped it would be. The Yoga Master accepted her Fate and seemed at Peace with herself …

Cora Brandtner herself was many Things, but not at Peace with herself. Instead, the burning Desire for Revenge, which had lain dormant for so long, had been ignited again. Her Master would have warned her to follow this Road. But she just could not stop … Her Thirst for Revenge had cost her the only true Friend she had ever possessed …. But the dark Desire? It was stronger … a black flame that burned fiercely ….

What she would do with von der Marwitz, she had not decided yet …. The Thought that the Blonde could do something to her … spoil her Plans … it escaped her.

One by one, her Victims succumbed to the potent Fumes. One she saved for Last: Theresa. The haughty, arrogant Theresa. She stood before the Real Estate Manager, staring her in the Eye. Oh no! Theresa was not broken. Even if the several Layers of Nylon obscured her Features, her Eyes were cold and hard.

She gagtalked at Cora, “Impressive how much noise you can make with all those Socks in your Mouth!” The Ghost teased her Victim, “What do you think?” She let the chloroform-doused Mask dangle before Theresa´s Face. “Shall we play? Like in the good old Days?” Isn´t this poetic Justice? Back then, I was the Sacrifice! Now ….” The Ghost took her Time ….



The Abbey, one Hour later:




Stealthily, a black Shadow crossed the Western Courtyard. Two Katanas slung across her back. In her right hand, she carried a black Box. If her Ruse did work? She would learn later. Chris had a Call with Sybil and a talk with Charlotte, the AI controlling the Network of Art. Inc. When she returned to the Chalet later, she expected some Results. Her Goal had been to lull Cora Brandtner into a Sense of Security. The Blonde was pretty sure it had worked. Despite her cleverness, Cora Brandtner had one character flaw: She thought of herself as cleverer than her opponents.

Chris smiled: Someone had tried to hack Art Inc.´s Network “Bad Idea,” The Blonde thought to herself as she moved like a Shadow under Shadows across the silent Courtyard. Today´s Night was Starless – perfect. Sybil had traced the Hacker back to Ettal. The Computer in Question stood not far from her Chalet: In the Abbot´s Summerhouse ….

The Pianist had little Doubt this was the Ghost's Hideout – and where she kept Esme …. She had tasked Sybil and Charlotte with research: Floor Plans, Schematics, Security Systems. Before she left the Chalet for the Abbey, she had started the Drone which the AI would control ….

Chris had already decided she would teach Cora Brandtner a Lesson she would never forget.


As silent as a Ghost, Chris entered the Church through the Northern Side Entrance. She closed the Door behind her, slowly and carefully. The Pianist listened intently for any Sound. There was none. “Go to the Confession Booth in the southern Aisle. Lay the Autographs on the Priest´s Bench and leave.” Brandtner had ordered her, “And do not try any Tricks!” “I won´t,” Chris had returned calmly, “I live by a Code of Honour. I understand you have Trouble with grasping this Concept. I will hand over the Mozart, and you will let Esme go. It is as simple as that.”

“You really believe that Nonsense about Code and Honour.” The Ghost had chuckled maliciously. “I do,” Chris said firmly. Cool and controlled. Something the Way she said it gave Brandtner Pause, “Just be there – and this is over soon.”

“I will.” Chris had ended the Call.

She crossed the Central Nave. Her Boots made almost no Sound on the Marble Floor. There was it: The Confession Booth. Not the one she had met with Father Severinus twice. She opened the wooden Door and laid the black Box on the Bench as Brandtner had instructed her. For a Spell, she hesitated. Handing over the invaluable Manuscripts did cost her. “What if your Plan will not work?” a small Voice whispered in her Head. “Plans are just Plans, you know!”


“It will work,” Chris said firmly. “Shut up!”


As silently as she had entered the Church, she left.


The Abbot´s Summerhouse. Two Hours later:




“Hello, Ladies, I am back!” Cora shouted and was greeted by muffled Moans and Groans. Esme did not know how long she had been out. “That Comedian!” The lithe Blonde scoffed. She was still welded to the Bench. “Esme, don´t look so gloomy!” her former Friend chided her playfully. “Your Friend was true to her Word! I was surprised!”

“Listen! I will change now, have a little Snack, and then I will play Mozart for you! I will be the first one to play it! Isn´t that wonderful!” Brandtner chuckled, “Don´t go away, Esme! I will be back soon!”

She turned on her Heels and left.

“She is barking mad!” Esme shook her Head. “Why didn´t I recognize?” The Blonde tried to move her bound Toes – but the Ropes held fast. “She tied me not cruelly tight,” Esme mused as she looked down at her bound legs and feet. The Circulation was not impaired “But my Butt hurts! My Jaws are killing me – and that Stocking Cap makes me wretch!”


The Chalet around the same Time:


Chris checked her Gear. She had made her Plans. Sybil and Charlotte had delivered. The Plan was not without Risk, but so it was: The Fog of War, Carl von Clausewitz had called it. The Blonde stepped out of the Door, shut it carefully, and stepped down the Stairs.

She walked the few Steps to the Trail, which led to her primary Objective, and broke into a Run … Ten Minutes to the Target, the Abbot´s Summerhouse ….. Her inner Clock ticked down. Chris was totally focused right now. Her Mind was fixed on one Objective only. Rescue Esme. Recover the Mozart and take Cora Brandtner out of Commission – if necessary, permanently. That depended entirely on Brandtner.

Once and for all.

Sybil had made some inquiries, among them a certain Canadian: The Ghost had a certain Reputation in the Shadow World. But was also known for having a Temper. Little was known about her Background. Brandtner had visited the Boarding School at Ettal but dropped out in her last Year.

There had been Rumours about a Scandal that involved Cora Brandtner and eight of her fellow Students. The Reports had been a bit sketchy: Obviously, a Coven of Witches had dabbled in dark Magic …. After that Scandal, Cora Brandtner had vanished from Sight. A few Years later, the Ghost had appeared … Sybil and Charlotte had promised to dig deeper.

Chris accelerated her Pace. A Part of her enjoyed this.

The Warrior Princess of the North was on the War Path.

Nobody who would have looked into this Pair of emerald green Eyes now would have dared to stand in her Way.


The Abbot´s Summerhouse:


Felicitas was tired. She did not know how long she had been out. She looked to her left: Theresa. She looked to her right: Geno. Their Eyes met. Feli sighed. What had the Nutcase planned for them? The Dentist had no doubt it would be unpleasant. The Stocking Cap obscured her Sight, but she could make out the Grand Piano before them – and a Bench:

A Woman was tied to it. It was a Blonde. She did not know her. “What would I give for being tied to that Bench?” The tall Blonde sighed, “My Feet are killing me!” Only now did she detect that something had changed during her drug-enforced Nap.

“I don´t stand on the cold Marble Floor!” Which was a good Thing in Feli´s Book. Instead, she stood on a Mattress. Dozens of small Knobs pressed into her nyloned Soles “This can´t be good” The Dentist mused “This is no simple Mattress!” She looked to the left and the right: All her fellow Captives were standing on these strange Mattresses ….

Her Musings were interrupted: Cora Brandtner was stepping through the Doorway … entirely clad in Black. “Like a Dominatrix!” it shot through Felis' mind: From the gleaming high-heeled black Boots, the black leather Breeches, the crisp white Blouse. The leather Gloves – and the Riding Crop in her right Hand.

“Good evening, Ladies!” The Ghost chuckled maliciously, “I hope you are all well rested because you will need your Stamina!” She paused, “Before we begin, let me introduce the Guest of Honour: My Friend Esmeralda Kofler!”

Brandtner strode nearer and looked each of her Captives in the Eye. “You don´t believe how long I have waited for this Moment! When you all are at my Mercy!”

She paused.

“Let me explain about this Evening´s Program! It will be highly amusing for me and totally humiliating for you! Isn´t that wonderful?” Again, she looked from one to the other ….

“Let me tell you!” Cora smiled ominously …. “This will happen!”

And Brandtner explained ….


Not far from the Abbot´s Summerhouse:




Like a Ghost, Chris hurried through the Forest. Almost making no Noise … In the Distance, she could make out the dimmed Lights: The Abbot´s Summerhouse. The Intel Sybil and Charlotte had provided her with had been most instructive ….

The Summerhouse was a two-story Affair, which bore a strong Resemblance to the Amalienburg at Nymphenburg … but on a grander Scale ….

It was not far now ….

Chris stopped under the Trees: Several Cars stood outside the Summerhouse. Sybil and Charlotte had found out that the Mansion had an elaborate Security System. Simply to enter through the Front Door or break in, was no option. But above the Entrance Gate was a Balcony. And the large Panorama Door was open, the Drone´s Feed had shown.

“Arrogant Bitch” Chris had scoffed as she spotted the open Door “She really thinks nobody can touch her ….” Never to underestimate an Opponent had been among the first Lessons Sensei Nakamura had taught her.

The Pianist stood under a many centuries old Oak. Across the Balcony, one thick Branch, as double as thick as her muscular Thighs, almost reached the Bannister ….

It was climbing Time … The Pianist started scaling the massive Tree. It took her not long till the Blonde had reached the Branch. A smile crossed her Face. “I am going out on a limb here. Carefully, she robbed forward. Listening carefully, feeling for the slightest Signal the Branch would break …

One Metre to go. Now the trickiest Part to get on the Banister and on the Balcony. Chris moved now with utmost care … like a Gymnast balancing on a Bars … she stood on the Branch. One, two quick Steps. The Branch creaked ominously. Chris stood on the Banister. She inhaled deeply and stepped down on the Balcony, listened – The Blonde was not entirely sure, but there was a Sound, like Piano Music …. Mozart ….


The Abbot´s Summerhouse: Sarastro´s Sanctum. Earlier:


Esme:


Cora is really mad. Gleefully, she explains her Plans, “You ruined my life!” Cora tells the other Women, “Now I will ruin yours! But before ….” She stands with her Back to me, so I can´t see her Face, but I hear the Glee in her Voice, the Anticipation – and yes – the Cruelty …. What did those Women do to Cora ….

“You notice the Mattresses under your poor, poor Feet?” Cora continues. I can´t deny I am fascinated on a certain Level “These Knobs you feel, they vibrate, then there are the Vibrators in your Vaginas! The Nipple Clamps!” Again, she chuckles maliciously, “I composed a nice little Program for you, a Concert even! All the Tools are controlled by an AI I developed … well, you will find out soon enough. Why spoil the Surprise?

At Midnight, a Live Stream will go online: The Users can decide which of you gets an Orgasm, gets none, gets tickled …. And your Names will go public! Everybody will know who you are! You ruined my Life. I ruin yours!”

I see that she presses a Button on a Tablet she holds in her right Hand. The Effect is breathtaking as all the Accessories spring to Life!” Against my will, I am fascinated – and aroused ….

Cora turns to me, “Tell me, Esme isn´t that Fun?” Her Eyes are glittering dangerously, excitedly … She strides at me, and looks down at me … I must look like the proverbial Rabbit, before the Snake strikes … I shake my Head and mumble a no in my packed Mouth.

“Don´t be such a Party Pooper Esme!” My former Friend chides me, “But maybe I can do something to brighten the Mood, yes?” She bows down and lets her Fingers glide above my nyloned Soles. I want to pull my Feet away, but I can´t move. The soft caressing Touch makes me twitch. “I know how ticklish your Feet are!” Cora smiles evilly, “I have the right Tool right here!” With Horror, I watch her walking to the wooden Table. She retrieves something … as she turns … I can see what she holds in her Hands: A roll of Duct Tape – and several electric Toothbrushes ….

“This will be so much fun!” Cora chuckles as she tapes the Tools against my nyloned Soles … two press their Heads against my Balls … one against my Heels … She tapes my Insteps together ….

Gleefully, she takes the Tablet, her finger hovering over it. Her smile is outright evil right now. She enjoys that … Caro touches the Screen … my Eyes widen … as the Toothbrushes spring to Life! And the Vibrator too!”

“Have fun!” Cora smiles and walks to the Grand Piano. She sits down. “Time for some Mozart, Esme! Don´t you think?” She smiles and begins to play. I feel it is difficult to concentrate … the tickling Sensation is unbearable … the powerful Vibrations between my Legs …. I strain against my Bonds, I howl into my Gag! ….


On the first Floor:


Gently, Chris pushes the left wing of the Balcony Door open and steps over the Threshold. There is a delicate Perfume in the Air. She looks around. The Ghost´s Bedroom. Carefully, the Pianist moves forward on the polished wooden Floor. With each Step, the Piano Playing gets louder. It is definitely Mozart, but not any Composition she knows. D-Minor, her fine Ears tell her. It has to be the Fantasie they recovered from the Labyrinth … whoever plays? She does it with Skill. Against her Will, the Blonde is impressed.

Playing Prima Vista is always a Challenge – playing from an Autograph even more so. Cora Brandtner is not bad, no, she is good. It is a Demonstration for her Audience. Esme is not the only “Guest” – the Cars outside tell Chris that at least six other Persons are present. Involuntary of that she is sure.

In a fluid Motion, the Pianist unsheathes one Katana from her Backpack. A Smile curls her Lips. This is not her only Weapon, but the only visible one, besides the HK 23, in its Holster at her right Hip. The gleaming Katana´s Tip points to the Floor. Gently, she opens the Door and steps out onto the Floor:

A curved marble Stairwell leads down to the Ground Floor. Chris follows the Sound. The Pianist moves like a large black Panther as she slowly moves downward. After 20 Stairs, Chris steps on the Marble floor. Across her, she spots another Door – it stands slightly ajar. Gently she pulls it open. The Piano Music is now loud and clear. Chris remembers the Notes. They are ingrained in her Brain.

It is the Fantasie´s Final. A Presto con fuoco. Mozart has composed a Storm. Chris is still impressed by Cora Brandtner´s Performance, though she is sure she could unleash the Storm to its full Power, Brandtner taps in a Fraction of its Power only. Even more carefully now she follows the Stairs down – and then the long Corridor. Chris steps on the Threshold and takes the Scene in …. Stands still like a Statue. Listens and watches …. Brandtner has only a few Bars to play ….


Sarastro´s Sanctum: Inside:



Esme:

The Moment Cora hammers the full D Minor Accord with both Ends in the Keyboard like a Hammer Stroke, several Things happen simultaneously: The Electronic Toothbrushes stop, my Soles are burning like Fire. I breathe heavily. The Vibrators and other Accessories stop working. The eight Women are breathing heavily and sighing heavily.

One of the Women, a tall Blonde it seems, suddenly looks up – their Eyes fixate on a Spot behind me … a Woman´s Voice cuts into the eerie Silence: A melodious Alto Voice, “Not really bad, Cora, not really bad for an Amateur, Congratulations!” That beautiful Voice is dripping with utter disdain …. Cora whirls around. The triumphant Smile on her Face is wiped off her Face, I see something different: Shock … Anger …. She needs a Moment to compose herself … “How comes …” the Ghost stammers ….

Moments before:

Feli:



In the Doorway stands a Woman blocking it. She is tall and athletic. Two things stand out: She wears a full Vizor Helmet and is clad entirely in Black. In her right Hand she holds a long curved Blade. Its shimmering Tip is pointing to the Floor. Despite the Stocking Cap and the Pantyhood, I spot a second Blade. Cora has not registered her yet … who is she? Does she come to our Rescue? … The Woman speaks. Loud, clear, firm, and dripping with Disdain …

Chris opens her Vizor:

“Happy to see me, Cora? Your Hubris was always your Problem – I was told. You have a Choice to End this peacefully.” Suddenly, Cora´s right Hand moves quickly, like a striking Snake. To the Gun lying on the Corpus of the Grand Piano. Feli watches as the Blonde moves incredibly fast. Her left Hand is. Something buzzes through the Air. Cora curses and pulls her Hand back. In disbelief, she stares at her right Hand´s Back. Embedded in it is a gleaming Shuriken “The next one goes between your Eyes B*tch” Chris informs her coolly “If you make a move I do not like.”

Cora grinds her Teeth. She looks at the Shuriken, the Blood dripping from her Hand, and back at this beautiful stony Face and the cold emerald green Eyes. Her Face turns a shade of Puce. She rips the Shuriken out of her Hand and hurls it back at Chris. The Blonde´s Katana hits the throwing Star in mid-air. Harmlessly, it clatters to the Floor.

Chris sheathes her Blade in a smooth, elegant Move. She has an Idea of what will happen next …. A small Smile curled her Lips. “You blonde Bimbo, you ruined all!” The Ghost snaps and rises to her Feet. “For a blonde Bimbo, I did a pretty good Job,” Chris teases her Opponent. “I hate to break this to you, Cora-Darling: You ruined it all by yourself. Your Arrogance did” She smiles coldly. “If you had done your Homework, you could have known who I am – the Information is not that hard to find. You made a basic Error: You forgot your Sun Tzu!”

Cora screams out of Rage and storms at Chris. The Blonde evades the wild Attack easily. Cora´s next Attacks, Kicks, and Strokes, Chris parries with a Dancer´s Grace. The Ghost deserves a Lesson. Chris will deliver one. A painful one.

For the Moment, she enjoys playing with Cora. The Blonde will never underestimate her. Cora scores her first Hit, a jab at Chris´ Shoulder. It is powerful, but the Body Armour absorbs most of its Power. Chris dances with the Grace of a Ballerina on the Balls of her Feet. “Not bad – for an Amateur!” The Pianist taunts her Opponent.

Cora Brandtner attacks with renewed Vigour “That arrogant Bitch! She is really good. She evades any of my Attacks easily. Enough! A crimson-red Veil clouds my Eyes. I storm forward …

“Played long enough,” Chris decides, and goes into the Offensive. Attacks with a Barrage of Strokes and Kicks. Brandtner fends off some, but not all. One Stroke hits her so hard on her left Cheek, her Head snaps to the Side. One Kick right between her Breasts, knocking the Breath out of her. She stumbles backward. Chris attacks with a lightning-quick Combination of Strokes. She brushes aside Cora´s feeble Defence. One Hit squarely on her Mouth, one on her left Eye. Cora sees Stars. The powerful roundhouse Kicks she sees not coming. It hits her on the right Side of her Head.

The Ghost crashes to the Floor like a felled Tree. She does not move. Blood trickles out of the left Corner of her Mouth … Chris looks down grimly at her: “Amateur” The Blonde retrieves some Things from her Backpack “Let me secure this Bitch, then I take care of you” She smiles at the eight Nylon Mummies, stare at her, mumble something in their Gags. Their Body Language shows their Relief …


Geno:


I could have told Cora that the Blonde would kick her Ass. That was so incredible … only slowly I realize it is over … my whole Body aches. I am all sweaty in my Cocoon. My Feet burn, my Pussy throbs – and my Jaws are soo stiff …

But it is so good to see the Blonde making short work of Cora: She pulls her jacket off and zip-ties her Wrists together, her Elbows below and above the Joint. The Pianist – that she is, as I learned – pulls Cora´s Booties off her Feet and her thick black Socks too. Cora wears nude Hose under them.

Blondie zip ties Cora´s Ankles, her legs under and above the Knees. With a small Smile, she takes Cora´s Socks, balls them up, and stuffs them in our Tormentor´s Mouth. On Top, she applies a large red Ball Gag – she pulls it tight. But she is not finished … the Blonde takes a rather long Zip Tie and hogties Cora – so tight her Heels rest on her tied Wrists. With a small Zip Tie, she ties her Big Toes together.

The Blonde rises elegantly and walks towards us. She looks at us from the left to the right. She radiates Power. I can sense its Waves. “I know you have been through a lot,” Chris von der Marwitz – that´s her Name – says, “I will be with you shortly, but I have to do something first.”


Esme:


I have not seen Chris and Cora fighting. Heard them talking first. Chris provoking Cora. She did that very well. And Cora lost it. I heard the Sounds of the fight. The Shuffling of Feet. The Impact of hard Strokes on soft Flesh, a Body crashed to the Floor. I cannot see what Chris is doing to Cora, but I have an Idea …. And I feel Satisfaction.

Chris steps nearer and addresses my fellow Captives. Then she stands at my Feet and smiles down at me warmly, and I see the Kindness in her Face and her Concern. “Let us get you out of this! What do you think? I cut your Toes free first?” I nod emphatically. I watch as Chris produces a gleaming Dagger from a Sheath strapped to her right Thigh. It shimmers in the Light. It is a Japanese Tanto I learn later – five Centuries old.

Swiftly, Chris cuts the rope that held my feet in their Position, then the String that ties my Toes. I flex my Feet and wiggle my Toes …Chris works quickly … finally, she pulls the Stocking Cap of my Head. I enjoy the cool Air on my sweaty Skin. Patiently, I wait as Chris severs the Wall of Tape around my lower Face.

My Jaws scream in Pain as the Pianist pulls a Pair of Socks out of my Mouth. To my Surprise, not my own. Red ones: “Do not try to speak!” Chris presses a Finger against my Lips. She produces a Water Bottle: “Take small Sips!” The Pianist advises me. The cool Water feels glorious on my parched Throat. Chris waits a few Minutes. “You feel fit enough to dress and help me to free the others?” She points to a heap of Clothing in one Corner. “Look there!”

“I am,” I say. Those Women have been tied much longer than I. Resolutely, I put my nyloned Feet on the Stone Floor, which is surprisingly warm. I feel a bit unsteady on my Feet, but I manage. Finding my Clothes is easy: They lie on Top: My Blouse, my Costume, my Socks, my Boots …

Chris smiles. She is impressed by Esme´s Stamina and Resilience. The other Blonde dresses quickly and returns to her. “Where do we start?” She smiles at the Pianist, “Take this!” She gives Esme a Combat Knife “I there!” She points to the Woman at the first Column on the left Side, “You there!” Chris points to the first Column on the right.

Later:

Esme had organized Refreshments: In one of the Alcoves in Sarastro´s Sanctum, she had found several well-stocked Refrigerators and Glasses. A short Corridor led to an authentic, luxurious baroque Spa. Obviously, the Summerhouse had been renovated and rebuilt, though Sybil had not found any Records for that. “I will dig deeper!” Sybil had smiled, “I know you will.” The Pianist had chuckled.

Chris watches as the Women, the Ghost abducted - refreshed, and redressed. She notices the Dynamics among the Group and senses different Vibes: Some seem remarkably unfazed, some shaken up. The Pianist keeps herself in the Background. One Woman radiates a calm Authority; the others seem to follow her. Chris's sharp Ears pick up a Name: Theresa. Theresa was tall, busty, and had curly black Hair.

Esme joins Chris. “You know any of them?” “No,” Chris shook her Head – except “Geno” She nodded at a curvy brown-haired Woman who talked with the black-haired Theresa “They are talking about you, Chris” Esme states, “I bet” The Pianist smiles mischievously “Geno and I had a little Encounter the Day before Yesterday.”

Chris pulls herself together and walks at the Group of Women “Ladies!” She calls in a clear commanding Voice. The Chatter is simply cut off “You all had a terrible day – I know” She continues and watches from one to the other “But we have a few Matters to decide before we call it a day: You all have been attacked and abducted and tormented – the natural Cause would be: We call the Police, you press Charges – and our mutual Friend” She points at the hogtied Cora Brandtner on the Floor, who groans softly, slowly coming to her Senses.

Theresa steps forward. “My Sisters have decided I shall speak for them.” “Speak then,” Chris nods curtly, and Esme senses that the Pianist is on her Guard. “My Sisters and I have decided that we don´t want to involve the Police. Consider this a private Matter. And we want to keep our Lives private. If you decide to hand this Matter over to the Authorities, don´t expect our Cooperation.”

Her coal Black Eyes look cold at Chris. “She projects something, she tries to manipulate me.” The Blonde is sure, “Good luck with that!”

Chris says nothing for a Moment. “Your Definition of 'Private' is interesting, Theresa, is it? Esme here has nothing to do with your Circle or the Games you play – she is an innocent Bystander who was dragged into this Affair against her Will. And to be clear: We stand here, as I understand, because one of your “Initiation Rites” in the Past went out of Control. So, you all bear your share of Responsibility.”

Chris's emerald green Eyes drill into Theresa´s black Ones. The other Woman is about to respond, but the Blonde cuts her off, “And if this is private, what do you intend to do with your former Sister? Kill her? Bury her alive? Drown her? And to be clear: I do not intend to do your dirty Work – and I won´t allow you to kill her in cold blood!”

Chris has not raised her Voice, but she radiates Waves of Power. “You want to kill her? You have to get past me!” With a fluent Motion, Chris unsheathes her Katanas. Their Tips point to the Floor – yet.

Theresa is surprised. She is not used to meeting Resistance of any Kind.

The Air cackles with Tension. The Silence is deafening. The Members of the Coven look from one to another, “May I speak?” a lithe Woman in Yoga Gear pipes up, “Shut up, Emilia!” Theresa hisses, “Let her speak!” Chris commands, her Voice now sharp and clear like her Katanas Steel.

The Woman called Emilia turns to her Sisters “What we did to Cora was as wrong, as what she did to us. Both were wrong. Balance must be restored.” Esme was surprised, obviously, the Yoga Teacher had hit a Nerve, as her Sisters´ nonverbal Reactions showed, as did the whispered Comments. All except Theresa who stared unfriendly at Emilia. Obviously Theresa sensed also the changing Dynamic among the Group.

“What do you propose then?” Chris inquired ….

“Let me tell you!” Emilia started ….


One Hour later:


The Coven was gone. Chris and Esme are the only People present in Sarastro´s Sanctum. The only? No, there is a third Person. Impossible to tell who it is. Only that it is a Woman who lies on the Altar. She is a Nylon Mummy. Very much encased. Some People might call it overkill. Her former Sisters call it justice:

She is tied up with Rope in the same Fashion she tied them – except her Arms are tied to her Sides and encased in five Layers of Hose and five Layers of Tape. From Head to Toe. Of course, she sports Nipple Clamps and a Vibrator in her Vagina.

Her Mouth is stuffed to the Brim with used Hose. Esme and Chris step nearer. The Pianist looks down at Cora Brandtner. “Listen carefully, Cora! This could have ended worse for you if Theresa had gotten her Will and Emilia had not convinced the others.” The Mummy mumbles something.

“You fulfill your Side of the Bargain – and everything is fine: By tomorrow Morning, I expect you gone and never to return here. Built yourself a new Life! You have the material Resources to do that. If you show your Face here again – or go on the War Path against your former Sisters again, or me or my People – I send you to Hell. As you probably have noticed, we left you the Means to free yourself. Are we in Agreement? Another Mumble.

Now Chris smiles, “Goodbye, Cora! May our Paths never cross again!” She turns to go, but it looks as if Esme wants to say something to her former Friend but remains Silent and follows Chris out of Sarastro´s Sanctum. Chris carries the box containing Mozart´s Autographs.

It is in the Heart of the Night as they leave the Abbot´s Summerhouse. It will be a cool, fresh, and clear Day. Chris has offered Esme to stay the Night at her Place. “I don´t think it is good for you to be alone tonight – the Shadows might come,” She said gently. Esme had agreed, “You know the Shadows?” she asks tentatively, not knowing if she crosses any Bounds. “Intimately,” The Pianist returned gently, “But I would call them not always Shadows” – she pauses “And it was fine you asked.”

Esme looked baffled at her. “Can you read my Mind?” Now Chris laughs a clear, loud Laugh. “Heavens no! But I have my Moments!” Esme knows this is only half the Truth.

They load their Stuff in Esme´s Car and soon they are on their Way to Chris´ Chalet. Leaving the Shadows of the Past and a Ghost behind them.


The next Morning:


It is the Sunrays filtering through the Curtains of Chris´ Bedroom that wake Esme up. She had slept deeply and dreamlessly. After their Return to Chris´ Chalet, the Pianist surprised Esme with a brown leather Travelling Bag. Esme´s own “I thought you might want your own Things,” Chris had smiled.

They had changed into comfortable Lounge Wear and enjoyed a Glass of fine Merlot. “Tomorrow we will have a look at the Mozart!” Chris had promised. Esme had felt comfortable in her Presence. In the large sturdy Bed, Esme had snuggled against Chris's athletic Body and the Pianist stroked her Back gently till the young Teacher´s Breathing had become deep and regular.

Esme yawns, stretches, opens her Eyes, and sits up: Chris is gone! Her Covers are neatly folded. From outside, she hears the clattering of Dishes. Someone is singing: Mozart! “Voi che sapete!” “I didn´t know Chris could sing that well!” “Doofus,” a small Voice whispers in her Head, “How long do you know her?” Now Esme smells fresh-brewed Coffee and bacon…. Her Stomach growls audibly.

Resolutely, she pulls her Covers aside and sets her socked Feet on the polished wooden Floor. Her Socks match her dove-blue silken PJ´s. Esme pads to the Door, opens it, and steps into the large Main Room. The pale November Sun shines through the large Panorama Window. “Morning, Sleepyhead!” Chris smiles at her, “It is half past Eleven!” The Pianist scolds Esme mildly, “Come, have a Seat!”

In Astonishment, Esme watches on the well-laid massive wooden Table, “Fresh Bread Rolls, Pretzels? Where did you get them?” “What do you think?” Chris teases her, “I made a small Detour on my Morning Jog to the Bakery!”

“Right?” Esme is baffled. “Since when you are up?” “Later than usual” The Pianist chuckles “Since Seven, I did Tai Chi, meditated – jogged, showered – and made some Calls.” Chris is clearly amused “Coffee?” For a while, they ate in Silence. Esme notices that the Blonde drinks green Tee from a delicate China ….

Finally, the young Teacher lays her Cutlery aside and leans back contentedly. “What are our Plans for today?” Her grey Eyes glittering with Excitement, “Our Plans?” Chris smiles mischievously, “You will enjoy yourself with the Mozart Autographs – the Piano will be to your liking!” The Pianist points to the Blüthner Piano, “I have an Appointment with the Abbot and Father Severinus later – and a few other Errands to run.” Now Chris smiles enigmatically.

“I will be back at 0530 PM – and at 0700 PM I booked a Table at the Klosterhotel for two”

The Pianist chuckles, “You look as if someone had hit you squarely over the Head!” Esme shakes her Head. “No, everything is fine,” Esme demurs. “The last Days were just turbulent – and you have already planned anything, haven't you?” That is just wow!” Now she smiles, “I think I will enjoy a quiet Day with Mozart and myself very much!”

“Fine!” Chris beams at her, “That is settled then! I will explain the Security Systems to you,” She grins mischievously, “Charlotte?” “To whom is she speaking?” Esme wonders, “Yes, Chris?” A melodious Voice, which sounds like Cate Blanchett, replies, “Let me introduce Esme to you. Charlotte, this is Esme. Esme, this is Charlotte, our Artificial Intelligence in Residence!” “Hello, Esme!” Charlotte greets the Teacher, “Hello, Charlotte.” Esme´s Hesitation is obvious. Baffled, she looks at Chris. “What is Charlotte?” Chris's amusement is palpable. “Ask her herself!”

Esme pulls herself together. “What are you, Charlotte?” “Besides being an AI?” “She smiles,” the young Teacher is baffled. “I am a lot like a Human Being,” the AI replies politely.

“Okay,” Chris cut in, “You two have enough Time to get acquainted too!” The Pianist turns to Esme, “Charlotte will open the Safe with the Autographs and help you in any way!” Esme watches as Chris slips her fashionable brown round-toe suede Gianvito Rossi Clogs on. Her green Socks match her Turtleneck. The wide-legged blue Jeans look very good. The Tweed Blazer is the perfect Match. A brown shoulder bag completes her Ensemble.

Chris is almost out of the Door, as she looks back over her Shoulder, “Have fun, you two!”

The Door closes. The Pianist is gone.

For a Moment, Esme looks after, still crestfallen.

Then she pulls herself together, “A Shower, I need a Shower! A Shower and then the Mozart!”

The young Teacher vanishes into the Bedroom.


Klosterhotel 0700 PM:


“Anna berated the poor Fellow in Russian – and believe me, Russian is a wonderful Language to swear in! When Anna throws a Tantrum? It is like a force of Nature! She is taller than I, you know! You will get to know her!”, Chris beamed at the young Teacher.

They had just finished dessert—a Winter Tiramisu—and Esme leaned back contentedly and rubbed her belly. Her eyes hung on Chris´s lips. “And what did you do?” she asks the pianist. “I,” Chris smiles that dazzling smile Esme had seen not very often so far. “I told her, “Hey, you need another pianist. Why don´t try it with me?” “And” the lithe blonde prods the taller blonde, who is wearing her blonde mane openly this evening, “In best Romanova fashion, she asked, “Are you any good?” Chris smiles as she tells this, and Esme realizes it is the smile of fond memories. During dinner, the pianist regaled the teacher with stories of some of her adventures. They talked about music, of course, about Mozart, especially.

To Esme´s Surprise, Chris declined, though firmly, to talk about Business during the Meal, so they did not talk about the Autographs. “We will,” She had smiled, “Talk after Dinner.” Esme has learned a lot about the tall Blonde – but she senses that Chris plays her Cards close to her Chest. During Dessert, she told the Music Teacher about Anna. How the famous Violinist and her got to know each other in Vienna at the Conservatorium – and how they formed a close Bond the first Moment they met.

“Anna is the best Friend one can wish for,” Chris smiles, “And you don´t get better not on her. bad Side.” Now she looks intently at Esme.. “Tell me, how was your Day with Mozart?” “Amazing!” The Blonde blurts out, “It is incredible!” Her Cheeks are slightly rosy, her Eyes glitter. “What exactly?” Chris teases her. But Esme does not mind, and for the next Hour she talks without taking a Breath – or so it seems. The Pianist is clearly amused but listens intently, and Esme learns, she is a good listener – not interrupting her once …

Finally, Esme stops, looks at Chris, then at her Watch, only realizing now she talked an Hour straight. The Teacher blushes, “Hoops …. Did I talk that long?” “You did,” Chris smiles and takes a Sip of the excellent Merlot. “And it is perfectly fine! Mozart has that Power.”

For a while, nobody says a Word. Esme let the ruby red shimmering Wine swirl around in her Glass, then she looks up into those incredible emerald green Jewels. Chris sees the Question marks in Esme´s clear, grey Eyes and smiles, “You want to know how I spent the day?”

“First, I checked the Abbot´s Summerhouse, “"And” Esme interrupts, “Cora was gone,” Chris explains, “As if she had never been there. Not the slightest trace.” “So, you think she's gone?” “At least for now,” Chris shrugs, “The future will tell. But I don´t think she will show her face in the near future.”

For a Moment, it seems to Esme – the Pianist will say more, but Chris continues, “I visited the Abbott and Father Severinus.” The Blonde smiles, “They were very relieved, we found the Mozart and got rid of the Ghost discreetly.” Her Smile is now mischievous. “The revered Father is more relieved of the latter, while Severinus is very keen on the Mozart …” Chris pauses.

“What will happen with the Autographs, will they stay in Ettal?” Esme questions excitedly. The Pianist does her best to hide her Amusement. “In three Days, a Press Conference will be held in Ettal, announcing the Discovery to the World,” Chris smiles. “There are some legal Matters to discuss, but the Abbey will donate the Autographs to the Weinstein Foundation, and the Autographs will be Part of the Weinstein Collection. At their Research Center in the Austrian Alps, Scientists will have Access for Research. How does that sound to you?”

Chris notices something crossing Esme´s Face. “Disappointment?” “This sounds great.” The young Teacher does her best to hide it, avoids Eye-Contact. Then she looks up and registers the broad Smile on Chris´ serene Features. “This is not all, Esme – there will be the Moment, when you come into play – let me tell you!”

Chris begins to talk.

The longer the Pianist speaks, the more totally baffled Esme looks as if she waits for somebody shouting, “April Fool!” but nobody does.

As Chris stops and looks expectantly and with some Amusement at the blonde Teacher: “This cannot be true.” “It is,” the Pianist smiles warmly, “It really is.” “But” Esme stammers, “Look who I am? I am just Esme, I am a Music Teacher in Ettal Abbey, I am no great Artist like you!”

Chris lays her right Hand gently on Esme´s left: “You are not just Esme- and you are not just a Music Teacher. Don´t believe that for a second. Besides, there is nothing wrong with being a good Teacher! And from what I glimpsed, you are an excellent teacher.”

“That being said.”

The Pianist pauses, her emerald green Eyes entirely fixed on Esme. In this Moment, Esme sees nothing else. Just those two Emeralds, beaming at her

“And it is Time to show the World. What you are. Who you really are!”

Chris adds sincerely:

“And trust me, you will!”


Chris and the lost Mozart: The End?