The Files of Art. Inc.:
“Chris von der Marwitz and Mystery of Amrum Island”
Chapter One
Location: Amrum, September
Lorenzen Mansion, early Afternoon
“Chris von der Marwitz and Mystery of Amrum Island”
Chapter One
Location: Amrum, September
Lorenzen Mansion, early Afternoon
The Lorenzen Mansion lay in a minor Depression amidst the broad Girdle of Dunes stretching along the Western Coast of the Island from North to South. It was a large Uthland-Frisian house, a type of farmhouse that, for centuries, dominated the North Frisian Uthlande, that is, the North Frisian Islands, the Halligen, and the Marshlands of Northwest Germany.
The Mansion had been built by one of Frauke Lorenzen´s Ancestors in the 18th Century, who had made a Fortune as Captain of a Whaler. The Portrait of him hanging in the Dining Room showed a Man with a slight resemblance to Gregory Peck as Captain Ahab in the famous Movie Moby Dick.
Tjark Lorenzen rested at the Cemetery Saint Clemens in the Village of Nebel with its many so-called Speaking Stones. These Tombstones told the Visitors the Biography of the Deceased. As the old Chronicles reported, he had been a hard Man. Ruthless against himself and against his Crew. But he had returned home whenever he set Sail, and he never lost a Man at Sea. And make no mistake: You could make a Fortune with Whaling, but the North Atlantic was unforgiving and brutal.
Frauke Lorenzen, the current Matriarch of the Lorenzen-Clan, liked to read the old Chronicles. “I am like him in certain Ways.” Frauke Lorenzen was definitely as ruthless and cunning as her Predecessor. At the Age of 50, she ruled the Family Business with an iron Fist. Physically, she had a striking resemblance to Sigourney Weaver, the famous Actress.
Business was good, and Lorenzen had found a very profitable Way to augment the already vast Family Fortune. A Way that served two Purposes: Accumulating more Wealth and allowing her to indulge in her secret Passion for beautiful Things – and human Beings. In Lorenzen´s Opinion, the Business Model was perfect.
Her latest “Acquisition”, though, posed a bit of a Problem:
She took a Sip of her delicate Darjeeling and scrutinized the Woman sitting across the Table, as a scientist would look at a fascinating Specimen. At the Age of 36, Levke Knudsen was a petite Blonde of 5´6´´, of lithe Build, but with an impressive Set of D-Cups. The Mother of Three was dressed in a grey Business Suit and matching Gianvito Rossi Heels. She avoided Eye Contact and stared studiously at her Hands and the Tips of her expensive Heels. “I cannot bring you the Magdalena-Diadem. Hindrik would not allow it.” Her Voice was barely a Whisper.
Lorenzen chuckled maliciously and sighed exaggeratedly: “Levke, Levke …. We already talked about this. It would be a Tragedy if Hamburg´s High Society would learn that the Wife of one of Hamburg´s oldest Patrician Families, the Knudsen Dynasty, is a Pain Slut, with a Love for Bondage.” Lorenzen paused for Effect. “Imagine the Scandal, when certain Videos and Pictures find their Way into the Press! Those Leeches know no Shame, we both know that. So, I suggest you find a Way to keep your Side of the Bargain …..
“It is no Bargain. It is Blackmail!” Levke thought bitterly.
Levke Knudsen knew she had no Choice ….
A desperate Idea crossed her mind.
Hadn´t she any Choice?
Mid-October, Hamburg, Midmorning, the Offices of Art. Inc.
“So, this is what you want us to do, Herr Knudsen,” Chris concluded calmly. The Blonde looked intently at their Client, “He hides his Emotions behind a Mask of Stoicism.” Chris thought, “But the Pain is still there. The raw Wound.” She sensed it beneath the cool, composed Façade of Hinrik Knudsen. Knudsen did what was expected from the CEO of Knudsen Shipping and Offspring of one of Hamburg´s oldest and most venerable Families.
“Yes, Frau von der Marwitz, I want you to bring the Person responsible for the tragic Death of Levke to Justice. I want you to recover what this Individual has stolen.” The Tycoon had spoken calmly and controlled, but the Rage? It was there, behind the Hanseatic Coolness. “No Matter the Cost.” He added. “Any Cost!” Hinrik Knudsen looked Chris straight in the Eye.
Five Minutes later, he had left.
“Poor Man.” Sophie Reichenbach spoke first. “In legal Terms, the Case is closed for the Police. Levke Knudsen did commit Suicide. The Evidence is incontrovertible. Frauke Lorenzen did cover her Tracks well.”
“One Reason more to take that Bitch out of Commission.” Anna Romanova stated. Sybil´s Research shows that Levke Knudsen is only the latest Victim in a long List. Let us proceed with the Plan!” The Russian indicated with Passion
“Alright.” Chris nodded, and a small smile curled her Lips. “I always wanted to spend New Year's Eve at a North Frisian Island. The Arrangements are made.”
“You are sure?” Sophie inquired, “The Plan is not without Risk for you.”
“Always the Voice of Reason.” The Pianist smiled warmly, “I am sure, and in the worst Case, you will be around to rescue me.”
“Don´t count on that, Chris!” Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova´s Tone was stern, but the Twinkle in her black Eyes betrayed her.
Late December: Amrum, early Afternoon:
Chris navigated her Maroon Mercedes GLS on the Road, which led from Norddorf, at the Northern End of Amrum, to Wittdün at the Southern End. They had arrived on Amrum two Days ago. “They” were Anna, Sophie, Merit, and Sybil. Sybil had organized the perfect Location: A secluded Frisian House in the outer Marshes, far away from the next Habitation in Norddorf.
Now the Pianist was on the Way to her Appointment with Frauke Lorenzen. The Matriarch had invited her over for Tea and Dinner later. “As soon as I learned you would be giving a Concert in Norddorf on the Day before New Year's Eve, I knew I had to meet you. An Artist of your Calibre!” Lorenzen had sounded quite cordial; Chris had to give her that. It was fake, of Course. Lorenzen was as congenial as an attacking Cobra.
The Blonde followed the Instructions of the Navigation Computer. A small Road led through the Dunes. And then she could see it: The Lorenzen Mansion. Surrounded by the magnificent wild Dunes of Amrum. Chris stopped before the massive Metal Gate, which swung open automatically. “I am expected,” The Pianist smiled. She parked her Car before the Main Entrance and got out.
Chris knew she was being watched and suppressed a Smile. Appearances mattered: she had dressed casually yet elegantly, like a true Hanseatic. Her trusted brown Suede Gianvito Rossi Boots, a long red Tartan Skirt, a moss-green Turtleneck, and a green Barbour Jacket.
At the Door, she was greeted by Lorenzen´s Personal Assistant, Femke Friedrichsen, as she knew: A very tall, very athletic, taciturn Woman, with shoulder-length brown Hair. Friedrichsen was Lorenzen´s right Hand.
In the spacious living Room, Chris was greeted by the Lady of the House.
The older Woman scrutinized her Guest from Head to Toe, rested for a Second too long on Chris's Breasts, “Welcome, Frau von der Marwitz, welcome!” Her Voice was rich and deep, her Smile cordial, but did not reach a Pair of grey Eyes. “I am so happy you could make it!” “My Pleasure!” Chris smiled back, took the offered Seat, and crossed one long leg over the other.
“You must do me a Favour!” Frauke Lorenzen smiled after Femke had served the Tea – a Darjeeling, Chris noted – in an exquisite and delicate China. Chris returned the Smile. “It depends.”
“Why don´t you stay over Night here after Dinner? Femke has already prepared the Guest Suite on the first Floor!” The Pianist mulled this over, then she smiled, “Since I have no
Pressing Appointments, why not?” “That is settled then!” Her Host smiled. “How do you like Amrum Frau von der Marwitz? I heard you spend Time on Sylt frequently.”
“Guilty as charged!” Chris smiled a bit ruefully, “But I have been on Amrum occasionally, and when my Agent informed me about the Request to give a Concert in Norddorf, I accepted gladly.” The Blonde smiled disarmingly, “And here I am!”
After Tea, Chris “checked in” and agreed to accompany her Host for a Walk through the Dunes and the long and broad Beach, partly a Sandbank, the Kniepsand. Her Guest Room was spacious and offered all the Perks a five five-star hotel would provide. She searched the Suite quickly, before she changed Clothes for the Walk. “Interesting,” she mused as she inspected the Mirror and the Bathroom ….
It was a stormy, grey, and cloudy Day, and a stiff Breeze from North-West threw the Breakers high up the Beach. Chris and Frauke Lorenzen walked along the Beach.
The Matriarch asked the Pianist Questions about her Profession and seemed well-versed in the Classics. Chris noted, too, that her Host seemed to know her Biography well. “This is a Test,” she mused, “That Lorenzen did her Homework had to be expected.”
The Shot came out of the Blue: “After the Death of your Parents, you vanished for two Years, what did you do?” Her Host sounded merely curious, polite even, but Chris sensed something different. Lorenzen enjoyed this Moment. She looked intently at Chris, searched for a Reaction. The Blonde´s Face betrayed nothing. Lorenzen felt like running against a Wall.
“I healed,” Chris said simply. Just two Words. Final. And Frauke knew instinctively she would get no more. They continued their Walk along the Beach. As Darkness set in, they returned to the Lorenzen Mansion. “Dinner is at Eight!” The Lady of the House told her Guest, “Femke has a Lamb Roast in the Oven!”
Upstairs, Chris unlocked her Suite and entered. At first Glance, the Room looked the same as she had left it. But something was different. Chris was sure someone had searched her Room. She checked her Watch: 06:00 PM: Two Hours till Dinner. The Blonde took off her Boots and unzipped her Skirt, letting it glide to the Floor. She stepped out of it and tapped on socked Feet to the Bathroom.
Inside, she changed: first went the brown woollen Socks, then the opaque tan Pantyhose. The Pianist changed into her beige PJs and matching Socks. Chris set her inner Clock to 07.00 PM.
What would the Evening bring? She was sure Lorenzen would make her Move. What Move? Chris had a rough Idea what to expect. They knew Lorenzen´s Modus Operandi by now. Sybil had dug very deep, and they had followed many Leads.
Chris closed her Eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Lorenzen Mansion: Dining Room, 08:00 PM:
Frauke Lorenzen had taken her Place at the large oaken Dining Table, laid perfectly with the Family China. The Lamb Roasts' Scent filled the Room. Lorenzen enjoyed it. She was curious about her Guest. Christine von der Marwitz had already fulfilled some of her Expectations. The Pianist was an intriguing Character, that Air of Mystery …
The Matriarch had not expected that the Blonde would answer her intimate Questions straight away. And the Pianist had not disappointed her. Frauke Lorenzen liked that. It made the Game so much more intriguing – and rewarding.
She sensed Strength, a Core of Steel under the beautiful Surface. And Christine von der Marwitz was a Beauty, no doubt. But Frauke Lorenzen sensed much more under that Surface of Marble. To find out what was under that serene, calm Façade? She was sure she would enjoy it. Enjoy it thoroughly. Enjoying peeling off the many Layers under which the Pianist hid her Core.
Levke Knudsen had been weak. Christine von der Marwitz was not. But she had a Weakness. She had to have. And Frauke Lorenzen would find it out.
She was good at it. At finding out a Person's soft Spot. Their Blind Side. And explore them for her own Gain. Her Ancestor would have been proud of her: Frauke Lorenzen already had a pretty good Idea how to find out the Pianist´s Weakness.
Minutes previously:
Chris inspected her Mirror Image.
According to their Research, Lorenzen had a specific Conception of her Potential Targets: Lorenzen collected Beauty. Not only physical Beauty, but Beauty in every Aspect. Which made it easy for Chris:
Chris´s first Goal was simple. To match her Host´s expectations.
The Blonde looked in the large Mirror. Her Image from Head to Toe:
Her shimmering blonde Mane in a stylish Updo.
Silver Earrings. Each with a Ruby in its Centre.
A silver Collier with large red Rubies.
A red Sequin Cocktail Dress matching the Rubies´ Red. It left her muscular Shoulder bare. She forewent a Bra.
The Tops of her Breasts clearly visible.
Chris had to smile. “I doubt Lorenzen can resist the Temptation.”
The nude Hose felt smooth and cool on her Skin.
The Aquazura Platform Sandals matched the Dress and all other Accessories in Colour. As did her Nail Polish.
The Pianist smiled: The nude Pantyhose had a shimmering Quality, and through it one could see the golden Toe Rings glittering. Two at each Foot.
Chris played a Role. She was aware of that. Not that she didn't like to dress to the Nines. At the right Occasion, she didn´t mind at all. This Evening, she didn´t do it for Fun. No. But for a Purpose. Not without Risk. On the Contrary. It was a risky Game she played. Sensei Nakamura had always chided her. Chided her for leaping without looking, because she could.
“I know, Sensei,” She smiled at her Mirror Image, “I am doing it again.” Chris looked at her Image. “I know what I am doing, Sensei. And the Risk is worth it.” The Blonde turned on her Heels and left her Suite.
The Present:
Lorenzen heard the Steps of High Heels outside.
The Door opened. A Smile curled Frauke Lorenzen´s Face. “Welcome, Frau von der Marwitz!” She took the Sight in. Mustered the Pianist from Head to Toe. And liked what she saw.
“Call me Chris, Frauke.” Chris smiled back, coyly, “All my Friends do!”
“You do look splendid!” Lorenzen smiled too. And Chris noted that the Matriarch gave her the once over. And she did not even try to hide it, her Lust. Her Longing. “You like what you see?” Chris chuckled.
“Actually, I do!” Frauke´s voice was dark. Dark with arousal. Chris, the Musician, noticed the Vibrato keenly. “Do have a Seat, Chris!” Her Host invited her. “Femke will serve the Aperitif presently!” She smiled, “I heard you do like Cremant from Alsace?” “Actually, I do,” Chris purred. “You did your homework, Frauke, didn´t you?” Her smile was perfectly innocent.
“I would be a bad host if I didn´t?” Frauke Lorenzen admitted, “And I consider that a Sin!”
In the exact Moment, and to Chris it seemed this was planned in Advance, Femke entered the Room and served them the Cremant, which was excellent, as Chris had to admit. All this was like a Dance. A well-scripted Dance.
“Let´s dance then!” Chris smiled inwardly. This would be a Tango, not a Waltz. The Pianist had found out that Ardeth Bey not only managed the Vienna Waltz in Reverse perfectly but could also do the Tango like a born Argentinian. The Bedouin had many Qualities.
What she was about to do now? It would be a Tango. With a Partner she did not know. But that made the Dance even more exciting: The Thrill. Not to know what would happen. Like a meeting Engagement on the Battlefield.
“Let the Ball commence!” The Pianist smiled to herself.
The Roast was perfect. So tender, Chris had not to use the Knife. The Fork sufficed perfectly. Femke had served them a Pumpkin Soup made of Hokkaido as the first Course. A Sorbet of Cucumber had been next. With the Roast went a rich red Wine from Spain. From the Duero. Heavy on the Barrique. Perfectly balanced.
“It´s almost 20 Years old. The Year 2006 was fantastic! For Red Wine!” Frauke Lorenzen told Chris, her keen grey Eyes drilling into hers. Chris had raised her crystal Goblet and smiled coyly. She slipped off her left Sandal. Her hosed foot touched the Matriarch´s ankle and glided upwards. Slowly, tantalizingly slow. The Blonde noted her Host´s rosy Cheeks ….
This would be interesting …..
Later:
Chris smiled coyly at Frauke Lorenzen. “Frauke, this was really delicious!” The Blonde rubbed her Belly. “And the Wine? You must tell me where you buy it!” She felt a bit lightheaded. And excited. On a certain Level. They were playing a Game. Lorenzen had reacted. Her right Foot had glided upwards, Chris´s left Shin. The Touch had sent Shivers up Chris´s spine. Yet she had smiled back and made Conversation.
For Dessert, they had Red Berry Compote with homemade Vanilla Ice Cream, as Frauke had told her. Lorenzen smiled, “Chris, this was a wonderful Evening!” Her Smile coyly. “What do you think about a Digestif?”
Chris smiled back, “I am all in!”
One Hour later: Frauke Lorenzen´s Bed Room:
Chris woke slowly from the dark, deep Waters. Slowly, she returned to the Surface. All was foggy. Clouded in Mist. At first, she had no Idea where she was, what had happened. Slowly, Memory returned. Fragments. Pictures. Foggy Images:
Frauke had proposed a Digestif. What had it been? A Grappa? They had emptied their Glasses in one Gulp. And then Chris had fallen, had fallen into Darkness. The last Memory? The Smile of Frauke Lorenzen. Chris kept her Eyes closed. Listened to her Body. “I cannot move,” She realized. The Blonde was fully awake now. She tried to wiggle her left Toes. Nothing. Her right: Nothing.
“You are so cute!” Lorenzen´s Voice cut through the Silence. “I know you are awake!” The Matriarch chuckled, “Don´t worry, Chrissie! You are just paralyzed – it will wear off in a while. You can open your Eyes, though!”
Chris saw no Sense in playing Possum anymore and opened her Eyes. And looked at her Mirror Image: The Ceiling of the Room was a large Mirror. Chris saw herself lying in bed. “I am stark naked, almost.” The Blonde wore her red Panties and nude thigh-high Stockings. Someone had braided her shimmering blonde Mane in a long Ponytail.
Frauke Lorenzen looked down at Chris. “You are so beautiful!” She chuckled.
Chris Field of Vision was limited, but thanks to peripheral Vision, she could see that her Host wore a black leather Cat Suit. It gleamed in the Light. Lorenzen kicked her shiny black High Heels off and straddled Chris´ paralysed Body. “She wears nude Hose!” The Pianist noticed from her prone Position.
The Matriarch smiled down at her. “You have wonderful Breasts, I seldom saw a more beautiful Pair.” Chris saw the longing in her Eyes. Lorenzen bowed down and cupped Chris´ Breasts with her Hands, squeezed them. Massaged them. She pinched her Nipples. She looked into the emerald green Eyes – and saw so much in them. She loved what she saw there: The Hate, the Impotence, the Resolve.
Chris hated Lorenzen with her Guts already. She felt every Touch. Every Sensation. As Lorenzen pinched her Nipples, hot Pain shot through Chris´s body. She hated her Impotence. She could not move a Muscle.
“Get used to it!” Lorenzen smiled, “The Impotence, the Hate! Especially the Impotence!” And molested Chris´s Breasts some more, “You hate it to lose Control, do you?” Another Smile. “You have no Control now!”
“No, I don´t, B*tch!” Chris fumed, “I don´t have Control. No! Not yet!” She struggled. She tried. But the Drug worked perfectly. Chris fumed, “I cannot wiggle even a toe!”
“You are so cute!” Lorenzen molested Chris´s Breasts some more. “Let me tell you, Chris, what we will do! I do love Silk! I do love Pantyhose!” Lorenzen chuckled, “And I do know, you love them too!” She got up. Chris could not see what she was doing. She heard her Host´s soft Footfalls, though.
The Footfalls returned ….
“Look what I have here!” Chris heard the hated Voice. “Silk!”
Lorenzen looked down at Chris.
She smiled as she bowed down and pulled down Chris´s lacy red Panties: “What a perfectly trimmed Brazilian Landing Strip!” Chris felt the Touch of Lorenzen´s Fingers. She not only touched Chris´s most intimate Spot. Lorenzen´s Fingers moved, touched her Clitoris, and inside …
Chris Body reacted. Reacted to the skillful manipulations. “Curse you!” Chris fumed and struggled again. “Damn it! That Drug still works!”
Lorenzen was aroused. The skilled Martial Arts Specialist, the beautiful Blonde in her Power. “How she must hate me!” The Frisian smiled. There was no stronger Aphrodisiac. She grabbed another Object.
A Torpedo Styled Object ….
Lorenzen smiled, “You will love it!”
Chris doubted that.
Seriously.
Her Eyes shot Daggers.
She struggled.
But her Body did not respond.
Not her Toes, not her Fingers
“I am stuck,” Chris realized. This Drug was devious. “I am totally paralysed, but everything feels so much more intense.”
She hated it, but to feel was her only Option right now.
To feel and to endure.
And to be aroused.
And she was aroused.
Very aroused.
She was so horny already.
“Who came up with his Plan?” Chris fumed.
“You did!” The little Devil on her left shoulder chuckled maliciously.
“Screw you! I know that!” The Blonde cursed.
“Have fun!” The little Devil chuckled.
And disappeared.
Lorenzen pulled Chris´s Panties up. The Vibrator began to buzz on a medium Setting. The Vibrations were distracting. Had to be distracting. Lorenzen smiled, “You do look so cute, Chrissie!” The Matriarch chuckled, “Your Cheeks are rosy.” Chris stared back. Lorenzen noticed that the Blonde´s decolletage reddened slightly. Her Breathing got quicker.
“Your self-control is remarkable!”
“I will kill her slowly when this is over!” The Blonde fumed inwardly, still condemned to total Impotence. A Feeling Chris hated with Passion: “I do act, I don´t react!” Her Sensei had chided her more than once for her Tendency to leap without looking, exactly the Thing she was doing now.
Lorenzen was amused. “Now we will wrap up Things! You do love Silk?” The Frisian jumped from the Bed. Chris could not see what she was doing, but heard Lorenzen opening Drawers, rummaging through something, and closing Drawers ….
Later:
Chris had to admit that Lorenzen was a skilled rigger and that the Silk felt smooth and cool on her Skin. The Villainess had tied her Legs in six Places with broad, expensive Silk Scarves. Ankles, Shins, under the Knees. Above the Joint. Mid-thigh, below her Crotch.
But before? Her Captor had smiled condescendingly at her as she had wrapped a green Scarf around Chris´s Waist. Tightly. And produced another Scarf. A red one with Knots …. “You will love it!” The dark-haired Woman had chuckled as she pulled the Crotch-Scarf tight. Tight as in really tight. Chris hated to admit it, but the Knots were perfectly placed. Arousingly perfect.
Lorenzen smiled down at the helpless Pianist. “You have such beautiful Feet! And those Toe Rings!” The Matriarch had turned and let her Fingers glide above Chris´s Soles. Chris could do nothing. The Touch was delicate; it felt so intense. But she could do nothing. Lorenzen produced a Piece of String and tied Chris´s big toes together.
Her Feet were one of her most erogenous Zones. Aroused as she was? Together with the devilish Vibrator. It would not take much to send Chris over the Edge. Lorenzen bowed down, took her bound Big Toes in her Mouth, and bit her. Not forcefully. But the Sensation was intense. Chris felt Lorenzen´s hot Tongue between her Toes.
“Please more!” Chris strained, but couldn´t move a Muscle.
Lorenzen chuckled. “You must earn release! And we are not done yet!” Lorenzen manipulated her unresponsive Body as she tied her Arms behind her Back with more Scarves. Wrists, Elbows. Below and above the Joint. A figure-eight Breast Harness. One Scarf around her Waist.
Lying on her bound Arms was not exactly comfortable. Wide-eyed Chris stared at her Handler. “We are not done yet, Sweety!” Lorenzen smiled down at her. “I peg you as a Girl who loves her Hose!”
When Lorenzen was finished, Chris was a Nylon Mummy. The only Part not covered in the silky Material was her Head. Her Captor had encased Chris´s Body in five Layers of Pantyhose. Nude Hose. Very transparent nude Hose. Each Time she had wrapped tightly Tape-Bonds above the Scarves she had applied in the first Place. Five Times. Five Passes each Tape Bond.
“This is so tight!” Chris mused, “But in a strange Way comfortable, and arousing!”
“We are not done, Chrissie!” Lorenzen grinned and patted Chris on her Head. “I judge you as a real Gag Slut! And you know what they say! If it isn´t tight, it isn´t right!” The older Woman chuckled, “You cannot say it, but you do want to! Don´t you? You want to say, “Do not forget to gag me! Whatever you do, don´t forget to gag me! Repeat after me! Do not forget to gag me!”
Frauke chuckled, “My bad! I forgot, you cannot talk!”
Chris stared back. And hated it: Lorenzen was right. Chris loved it and hated it. To be dominated this way. To be tightly bound and gagged. Few People were allowed to do that. Sarah McKenzie was one: Ardeth Bey, another.
Lorenzen had gotten up from the Bed again and walked away … Chris felt a tingling at the Tips of her Big Toes. Was the Drug Effect wearing off? She could almost move them. But almost only …. Lorenzen returned “Time for a proper Gag Frau von der Marwitz! And don´t mind me saying that! You do have a very, very gaggable Mouth!”
“I do mind! Crazy Bitch!” Chris could only watch as Lorenzen held a thick Wad before her Eyes. “This is a nylon Stocking!” The Blonde could see that. It was a nude nylon Stocking. A filled nylon Stocking. The Filling was obviously substantial.
Lorenzen seemed to have reread her Thoughts, “Two Panties and two Thongs!” The other Woman chuckled. “Let´s see if it fits! I am sure it will!” Lorenzen bowed down. And pressed the depressingly large Wad on Chris´s Nose. “Breathe, Sweetie! Breathe all in! Those Panties, those Thongs are really, really ripe! I always keep a Stash of matured Underwear and Socks ready for beautiful Damsels in Distress!”
She pressed the Wad more forcefully on Chris´s Face.
Chris did breathe in. Because she could not do nothing else, and by God, those Thongs and Panties were ripe! Lorenzen pressed the filled Stocking more firmly on her Face. And the Vibrator buzzed away. The Blonde was powerless, and the Frisian enjoyed every Moment.
Finally, Lorenzen took the large Wad away. Chris sucked in Air greedily.
“The next Part I do enjoy the most!” Her Captor chuckled.
“It really fits!” She smiled a short while later, after she had crammed the massive Wad into Chris´ unresisting Mouth. Lorenzen had needed considerable Force: So large was the filled Stocking, the Blonde´s Jaws stood ajar. The taste of used Underwear hit Chris's Taste Buds with full Force!
“We are far from done, Blondie!” Lorenzen explained gleefully, as she manhandled Chris´s unresponsive Body in a sitting Position and sat behind her Prey. Chris could not see what she was doing, another Thing she hated. The Sensation of Lorenzen´s full leather-covered Breasts pressing against her back was distracting, enjoyable, and distracting.
Suddenly, a gigantic overhand Silk Knot appeared in her limited Field of Vision. “A Blue Paisley Scarf!” Chris noticed absentmindedly. It stopped before her gaping Mouth. Was pressed against the Gag Packing. Lorenzen pulled with tremendous Force. Chris made soft gurgling Noises. Lorenzen pulled and pulled and pulled.
She pulled till the massive Knot filled Chris´ Mouth too. The Blonde was breathing heavily. The brown-haired Woman knotted the remaining Ends of the Scarf with brutal Force behind Chris´s Head. The Scarf´s remaining Ends were long enough to wrap them twice across her lower Face. From the Chin right under the Nose.
“See?” Lorenzen chuckled, “Don´t tell me you don´t like being thoroughly gagged!” Her right Hand glided down and played casually with Chris´s left Nipple. Out of the Blue, Lorenzen pinched it. Hard. Only a soft Moan was audible. “You are still too noisy if you ask me.” The Criminal mused. “We must improve the Gag anyway!”
“No!” Chris cursed inwardly, “The Gag is perfectly fine!” On the Plus Side? The Drug's Effects were definitely wearing off. “I can move my Toes! My Feet too!” Chris realized.
She found out quickly what her Handler meant by “Improvement.” A thick white, well-worn Gym Sock was packed under her Nose and held there by another Scarf. Lorenzen repeated the Procedure three Times. “This one,” she explained casually, as she took the third Sock, “Is from Femke! From her Workout this Morning! It is still wet. Femke has always had such sweaty Feet!”
Chris groaned: The Sock was thick, the Sock was smelly, the Sock was damp.
Finally, the Frisian clapped in her Hands: “That is what I call a proper Gag! Don´t you think?” Chris obviously did see things differently. Her mumbles were only a low hum; Chris hated that she could not see what Lorenzen was doing. The Pressure of the Gag was immense, and something told Chris the Frisian was not yet done.
“Damn it! I hate it when I am right!” The Blonde fumed. A large black Pair of Panties was pulled over her Head, its crotch Panel pressed firmly on her Nose. “Of course they are used!” Chris mused as her Captor wrapped Pass after Pass of translucent Tape over her already gagged Mouth to keep the Hood in Place. This wasn´t the finish, though …
When was Lorenzen done? When Chris´s head was covered by three Stocking Caps and two more Pantyhoods. Breathing was difficult, the Pianist found, and the Assault on her Senses was massive:
The tight, silken Bonds, which were strangely comfortable yet.
The Sensation of the many Layers of Hose, cocooning her Body.
The tight, perfectly placed crotch Scarf.
The buzzing Vibrator.
The immense Pressure on her lower Face.
The Taste of the used Underwear assaulted her Taste Buds.
The Scent of the Pantyhoods, of the Socks tied under her Nose.
Chris had to admit: “This is so arousing!” She could not see what Lorenzen was doing, but something told her the Frisian was still not finished. This was only the Overture, and Lorenzen enjoyed herself very much.
As if on Cue, Lorenzen grabbed her bound Ankles and pulled. Pulled till Chris´s bound and encased Feet rested on the Footboard. Obviously, her Captor tied her Ankles to the Footboard. “Now the finishing Touch!” Lorenzen chuckled.
Chris realized what she was doing. “She ties another Piece of String around my big Toes!” The Blonde felt a sharp Pull. Obviously, her Nemesis tied her Toes back to her Ankle Bonds …. Moving her Feet was now out of the Question ….
Chris had a pretty good Idea where this was going.
And she didn´t like it one Bit ….
Lorenzen looked down at the Mummy lying on her Bed. “You are an incredibly erotic Sight! You are truly a Jewel!” she mused to herself. Loudly she said, “Chrissie, we will have so much Fun together!”
Chris knew it was a pointless Exercise, but she struggled, nevertheless. The Bed creaked ominously. Lorenzen was delighted, “You are really a Piece of Art, Chrissie!” The blonde Woman was tightly tied, massively gagged, and encased in Layers of Nylon, Silk, and Tape.
And yet one had the Feeling she might rip apart her Bonds any Moment. The Frisian watched with barely hidden Amusement as Chris´s Struggles intensified. Then they stopped. Chris breathed heavily.
Lorenzen applauded mockingly, “Quite the Show! If you weren´t tied too tightly, you would probably rip me apart!”
“Of course I would!” Chris fumed, “And I will, when I get out of this! Payment is just put off, B*tch!”
“Now comes the real fun Part!” Lorenzen grinned. “Too bad you cannot see what I am holding in my Hands!” She paused, “But you can hear it!”
Chris heard two soft Clicks and then a buzzing, a buzzing like that of an Electric Toothbrush. “No,” Chris corrected herself, “Two Electric Toothbrushes.” The tall Blonde steeled herself.
She had a pretty good Idea what Lorenzen had planned ….. Chris´s self-discipline and Body Control were perfect: the Result of lifelong Training and Exercise. But she could not control anything: Her bound and encased Toes twitched in Anticipation.
The Frisian watched with Amusement as the Pianist´s five Times encased Toes twitched. Lorenzen had chosen nude hose; she liked to see the blonde´s exquisite purple Nail Polish shimmering through the many Layers of Nylon and the glitter of the golden Toe Rings: two at each Foot.
She knelt and pressed one Toothbrush against Chris´s right Heel and the other one against the left. And moved them slowly in circular Motions. At first, nothing happened …. But as the Vibrator sprang into High Gear and Lorenzen pressed the Toothbrushes more firmly on the smooth Nylon, covering the Pianist´s soft and perfectly pedicured Soles, her iron Self-Control broke ….
Chris knew this was only the beginning, but the Sensations were simply overwhelming: A multipronged Attack on her Senses. Cleverly and deviously. Breathing was already difficult. A fire burned between her Loins.
The Toothbrushes are moving upwards. Lorenzen knows what she is doing. Chris has to give her that. If the Frisian has done her Homework? “She knows that my Feet are my Weakness.” Lorenzen could compare Notes with a certain Canadian.
The Toothbrushes touch the Flesh under her high Arches …. Chris loses it. At the Horizon looms an Orgasm. A great one. A Humdinger …. But it is still away, and Lorenzen knows that. Plays that Game perfectly with the Skill of the experienced Player, like the Professional she is. Prolongs Chris' agony.
And then, out of the sudden, the Vibrator stops buzzing, Lorenzen stops tormenting her feet. Chris draws Breath through the many Layers covering her Nose. Her racing Pulse is slowly returning to normal. Her Soles burn. And her Pussy throbs. Her Body feels betrayed. Deprived of its reward.
Lorenzen smiles down at Chris. “Not so fast, young Lady!” She takes a Remote Control and presses a Button …..
Five Orgasms later:
Chris has lost count of how often Frauke Lorenzen let her cum, or how frequently she had been denied Release. Chris´ Brain is Pudding. Inside her Cocoon, massively gagged, she is driven by one desire only: The next Orgasm. At the Moment, Frauke, that Sigourney Weaver Clone, has stopped tormenting Chris´s feet. The Vibrator has stopped. Greedily, the Blonde draws Breath through her Nose.
Chris does not mind the putrid Aroma of the Pantyhoods covering her Nose or the Stench of the Socks assaulting her Nostrils. With utmost Willpower, she forces her Pulse down. She does not realize that her Host is taping something under her high Arches: Vibrating Eggs.
Lorenzen smiles deviously and walks to a Sideboard and retrieves four Items:
A thick white Cloth.
A brown Glass Bottle.
A large Magic Wand.
A Pair of nasty Nipple Clamps
The Frisian watches as the Blonde slowly recovers. She smiles like a large Predator before it attacks. And yes, Frauke Lorenzen is a Predator. So far, her Prey exceeds her Expectations. Frauke smiles deviously. The Blonde has no Idea what is lying in Store for her tomorrow ….
The Matriarch has spent much Time devising the perfect Predicament for her latest Acquisition. That is what Chris will be. Her latest Acquisition. Even if she does not know it yet.
Frauke looks down at the Nylon Mummy on the Bed.
“What do you think, Chrissie? Ready for another Round? The low, very muffled retort tells her that her Prey is anything but amused. But Lorenzen knows that at this Stage, Chris von der Marwitz craves the next Orgasm. They all do. The Pianist is no Exception. But she is not broken. Yet. The Blonde is like a Stallion. She has to be broken first to reach her full Potential.
Lorenzen hops on the Bed and straddles Chris´ nylon-encased Body. She bows down and cups the Blonde´s nylon-covered Breasts, squeezes them. Plays with her rock-hard Nipples. She takes the first Nipple Clamp.
A hot Pain shoots through Chris´s body as it bites into the sensitive Flesh of her left Nipple. A second sharp Bite. Thanks to the many Layers covering her Face, she cannot see her Tormentor clearly.
But she can smell:
The unmistakable sickly sweet Smell of Chloroform ….
What she cannot see: Lorenzen presses two Buttons on a small remote Control, but she can feel the Effects: The Vibrator springs into high Gear as do the vibrating Eggs taped to her still burning Soles.
Frauke Lorenzen smiles as she bows down and presses the heavily doused Cloth on Chris´s Face. The potent Fumes hit her with the Force of a Sledgehammer. Chris struggles. But to no avail. “Resistance is futile!” The Frisian chuckles.
The Blonde already feels the Effects of the Fumes: The tingling in her Toes and Fingers …. After ten Seconds, Lorenzen takes the Cloth away. Chris is dizzy. And the Eggs taped to her Feet, and the Hammering of the Vibrator feel more intense.
Lorenzen repeats that Game several Times. Each Time she presses the Cloth a little longer against Chris´s nylon- and panty-covered Face.
After the 10th Time: Chris is dizzy. The multipronged Assault on her Senses has tired her out. She barely feels the Vibrating Eggs; the Bite of the Nipple Clamps is a dull Pain only. In fact, Chris welcomes the Chloroform. A Part of her hopes that Lorenzen will go the whole Way the next Time. She is so tired. Rest would be welcome.
Lorenzen smiles:
The Frisian turns around, takes the Hitachi Wand, and rams it between Chris´ Legs against her Crotch …. The Effect is impressive, spectacular even:
Under Lorenzen, the Blonde is bucking like the proverbial Stallion in a Kentucky Derby. The Orgasm is too powerful, Chris´s Body becomes rigid. If she could, she would have pointed her bound Toes. After a low guttural Moan, Chris´s Eyes roll back in her Head, and she blackens out. She is dead to the World.
“Time to go to sleep now, Blondie!” Frauke chuckles, “Tomorrow will be a busy day!” She douses the Cloth again with Chloroform and presses it on Chris´s Face. This Time, it does not take long to send the Pianist into Dreamland…
Lorenzen gets up.
Looks down at the unconscious Blonde.
A smile curling her Lips.
The Frisian takes her Mobile and dials.
The Call is taken:
“Femke, come to my Bedroom, we have to bring our Guest to Bed …..
She looks down at Chris: “You don´t know it yet, but tomorrow we will have so much fun!”
A knock at the Door.
Lorenzen turns: “Enter!”
The End of Chapter One
Writing Chris is always fun. Writing about a Location you have been too. The Cemetery of Saint Clement with its " Speaking Stones" is a Jewel. It is fascinating to imagine the Stories behind those Stones. And the wild austere Landscape of Amrum is marvellous. The Lorenzen Mansion I invented, it is forbidden to build a House in the Dunes. The House, Chris and her Friends chose as Headquarters actually exists. From there you have a fantastic view to the North and to the East. The Island of Föhr is eight Kilometers away. You can walk there at low Water. Not without a Guide though.
and as usual, from you, so much detail, not only regarding what's taking place but the locations too. The clothing and food.
