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[mention]slackywacky[/mention] suspected that Hermann-Carl Reichenbach is a nasty piece of work. Read for yourself how much so:
Chapter II:
Hermann Carl Reichenbach´s Study, late afternoon
Reichenbach was lost in thought. He was stressed, there was only one way to cure that, he took his phone and dialled, an evil smile curled around his lips. She would hate that call. The call was taken after the third ring:
“Hello Sophieâ€, his voice dripping with sweet malice, "Would you be so kind to come down to my office, if it is not too much trouble?†He listened for the reply and ended the call. His smile was not only evil now but outright cruel.
His son had been a disappointment through and through: Weak, kind, sensitive, sentimental, soft - an artist. All character traits Reichenbach despised of. Thankfully, Lucas a professional photographer was frequently away on photo-safaris, currently he was scampering around in Patagonia. How his son had managed it to get a woman like Sophie to marry him was beyond his comprehension:
Sophie was strong willed, very capable even brilliant and outspoken, open minded, loyal and independent.
All things Reichenbach valued highly in a man, but not in a woman. Women had to be beautiful and to be seen not to be heard.
But thankfully Sophie had a little secret, which in the false hands could destroy her successful career as leitende Oberstaatsanwältin: To finance her studies she had worked part time as an escort for high powered clients.
When Reichenbach had found out, he was delighted. Of course he would not destroy Sophie´s reputation it was much more entertaining to let this sword of Damocles dangle over her head and keep this Suffragette in her place.
“Enter†he barked, in response to four crisp knock s upon his office door.
A tall dark haired woman entered, resembling very much a younger version of Sophia Loren. Sophie's Mother was born a Roman who had met Sophie´s father in Rome, where he had studied Church Law at the Gregoriana in the eternal city for a year.
“Sophie, so glad you could make it – take a seat please†Reichenbach bade her. “I prefer to stand, let us get this over with†she replied curtly every word dripping of disdain.
Today Sophie wore torn jeans, a white blouse and sneakers. Reichenbach hated this casual outfit, thinking "A woman has to be presentable always." He was sure that Sophie had done this on purpose it was her way of revenge.
He sat silent as the grave, staring thoughtfully out of his window, making her wait, for a moment longer than it was comfortable, before speaking, “Sophie, I would like you to join me in my quarters this evening, shall we say around 2000 hours and do dress appropriatelyâ€, he gave her the once over and sneered “if it is not too much of an inconvenience for you.â€
Sophie looked at him, her green eyes radiating hate, but also something different which he always enjoyed, a hint of fear.
“I think I have no choice†she said flatly.
“No you do not my dear.†He replied sweetly. “That will be all.†He dismissed her.
Sophie turned around and left without any word, her posture rigid, stiff. Reichenbach could not hide his satisfaction – and the bulge in his trousers. This evening would be fantastic.
Sophie fumed in powerless rage: "When would this end?" she thought. How much she hated that cruel old man. This could go only for so long. She would do almost anything to free herself from this burden. Till then, she had to carry on. And not giving up hope.
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Reichenbach´s Quarters around 2000 Hours:
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Nervously Sophie stood in front of the Door which lead to her father in law´s Quarters. She bit her lip to distract herself from the sense of dread that filled her. She always hated this moment, hated and feared it at the same time. The moods and whims of the old man were unpredictable: Courteous in one moment, cruelly cold in the next. When he had summoned her earlier the day he had been in good spirits, maybe this would made things easier.
Sophie pulled herself together and knocked. Nothing happened. Some sort of power game. He enjoyed his power over her immensely. She knocked a second time, again no reaction. Sophie counted till thirty – and knocked a third time, this time a loud and clear “Enter.†Sophie opened the door.
Herrmann Carl Reichenbach watched Sophie like a feline predator his prey. “Close the door.†Sophie did as ordered then stood demurely in the middle of the room looking down on the tips of her High Heels. Hands folded across her lap. Like a student awaiting punishment by the headmaster.
He enjoyed what he saw: This time his daughter in law had chosen her “Gwendoline-Outfitâ€. She wore her hair in a tight chignon, a severe high necked blouse and a classic black pencil skirt, black hose and matching Stiletto Heels from Louboutin with 120 mm heels.
Hidden from the eye were the punishingly tied crotch rope and the vibrator she had inserted into her Vagina on his orders.
He had trained her well, he thought, she knew what was expected of her, a lesson she had learned the hard way. She had been stubborn, resisted him at every turn which had made the game all the more fun, it had immensely stimulated him. Still did. Sophie's resistance was like the Elixir of eternal life for him.
He walked around Sophie inspecting her, appraised her like a warmblood at an auction. He stood directly in front of her looking down on her. On her High Heels she was not much smaller than him. Sophie still did not dare to look up.
Reichenbach pulled up her chin, forcing her to look him directly in the eye. He regarded her. Her beautiful face was bare of any emotion, her cat-like green eyes betraying nothing. Reichenbach let her chin go and Sophie assumed the same position as before, staring down at the tips of her heels.
Reichenbach walked back behind his desk, opened his laptop and began to type as if Sophie was not present. Three Meters in front of him stood a high backed chair of polished black wood. Minutes passed: 10 Minutes, 20 Minutes and 30 Minutes – an hour.
Sophie´s feet hurt in those hideously high stilettos. But she dared not to move an inch. She knew from experience that her father in law enjoyed these games beyond belief and she would not give him the satisfaction to break. “Let him think he had broken me.†Should he, break her, he would destroy her: she would not break. She stood still and endured.
After an hour he looked up, pretending to perceive her for the first time. “Mrs Reichenbach, please do take a seat and prepare to take notes.†Sophie did as she was told, not making the mistake to look up at him. She took the pad and the pencil.
And Reichenbach began to dictate a lengthy memo, long, complex sentences difficult vocabulary. This was also one of his little games. Sophie was glad that she had learned stenography at school and had a flawless memory. The old bastard would not find one single mistake, not a single comma. He never had.
After another hour Reichenbach was finished. He would correct her transcript later. Reichenbach rose walked to a cupboard and retrieved several lengths of black rope and a ball gag with a large red 3 inch ball in its centre.
While he enjoyed the psychological Power Games very much they were just the hors d'ouevres. Now it was time for the main course. Reichenbach could barely hide the trill of anticipation.
“Come Sophie†he ordered her. Sophie stood up, head bowed and walked in the middle of the room, turning her back to him and crossing her hands behind her back. Reichenbach took the first pre-cut length of rope.
Cruelly he lashed her wrists together, but not tight enough to impair her circulation. “I will have to wear long arms and trousers tomorrow†Sophie thought ruefully. Next followed tight rope bands above and below her elbows, crushing her arms together. Sophie bit her lip. She would not give him the satisfaction to show the slightest sign of weakness.
Reichenbach let his hands wander above her full and firm breasts, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. He knew that she hated that and enjoyed it even more.
He took immense pleasure in tying the breast harness above, below and between her ample breasts. The black ropes contrasted nicely with the white blouse. The elbows were so tightly tied that her breasts would nearly pop out of her blouse.
“Sitâ€, he told her curtly. Sophie sat down. Not an easy task with her tightly tied arms. Reichenbach welded her with brutal efficiency to the Chair.
Sophie´s legs were next. Reichenbach let his hands glide across her nylon clad ankles higher, above her knees, letting his hand gliding under her skirt. It cost Sophie all self-discipline she possessed to sit still, and keep the nausea she felt in these moments, in check. He let his hands resting on her tights for a moment. To Sophie this seemed like an eternity.
He tied her ankles tightly together, much tighter than necessary of course. Her calves were next, than below the knee and above the knees. Two rope bands across her tights melted her to the Chair.
“Not in a talkative mood dear Sophie, aren’t we?†Sophie was too smart to let herself goaded into a response, and stared ahead. “One day†she thought “One day you will payâ€
“Since you are obviously not interested in a conversation, I think, we should just shut you up. Be a dear and open your mouth†he spoke in this mock sweet voice, she despised so much. Sophie did as ordered.
She could not see what he was doing. Out of nowhere, his hand appeared before her face holding a large ball. “Used hoseâ€, she shuddered inwardly. Reichenbach pressed the ball of hose in her mouth. The Ball was so big she could barely close her mouth. She gagged.
The used hose tasted horrible. “Recognizing your own taste?†Reichenbach teased her. With relish he pressed the overly large ball gag against her lips and the hose. He pulled it tight till the Ball popped behind her lips, pushing the hose even deeper in her mouth. The leather straps cut sharply into the corners of Sophie´s mouth.
“We do not want you to drool on those nice blouse and skirt, would we? Especially after you made such an effort to dress correctly" He mocked. Band after band of black ace bandages was wound around her mouth. After 20 or so passes he was satisfied, encircling her jaws in a vice like grip.
He looked enormously satisfied down on her, an evil smile curling around his lips. “This is how I prefer beautiful women like you my dear daughter in law.†Sophie stared wide eyed at him, her eyes welling because of the tight gag.
“We are almost finished Sophie dearest†he cooed. How she hated him. He knew it and enjoyed her obvious discomfort. Reichenbach took two lengths of thin rope and let them dangle before her eyes: “Any ideas what those are for? No? Too bad, let me demonstrate you.â€
With surprising ease for a man of his age he knelt down at her feet. Sophie could barely supress the urge to kick him in his ugly face with her stiletto clad feet. “Your feet must be hurting terribly, let me relieve you.†He pulled off her right shoe than the left. Gingerly Sophie flexed her feet, enjoying the sensation of being rid of those dammed heels.
But her relief was short lived. Reichenbach tied her insteps tightly together first. But he was not finished yet. Brutally he tied her big toes together. If Sophie had thought that Reichenbach was finished, she was in for a nasty surprise.
He pulled the rope around her toes and her bound feet under the chair and tied the rope tightly to ropes around her wrists, completing a sitting hogtie. Even now Sophie could feel a cramp building in her soles. Reichenbach let is fingers wander across her tightly tied toes. Tickled her for a few minutes, barely a sound escaped her well gagged mouth.
He stood up. Like a beautiful statue Sophie sat tied tightly in the middle of the room. She stared at him. “A piece of furniture I am for him.†Casually her father in law walked behind her. All became black when he tied the heavy padded sleep mask behind her head. Then she felt something pressed first in her left then in her right ear. The world became silent, black and silent.
Suddenly the Voice of Reichenbach rang clearly in her ear, ‎“I have to make some important calls. I will set the earbuds on voice cancelling mode, I hope you do not mind, but those calls would bore you to death.†Everything became silent. White noise filled her ears. She was alone, blind, deaf and mute in her own small world. The ropes cut deep into her skin, held her body in their iron-like grip.
Suddenly the vibrator nestled inside her began to buzz, enough to distract her to keep her on edge, but not nearly strong enough to grant her release. She was in for a long evening.
Reichenbach took in the scene before him and savoured the moment. From time to time he would stand up and feel her up. Touch her breasts stroking her tights or giving the soles of her feet a short tickle, just to keep her on edge.‎
An hour later:
Sophie must have dosed off, a sudden sharp jolt between her legs catapulted her back to reality, Reichenbach enjoyed the moment when Sophie sat suddenly straight upright, breathing heavily. He switched the cancelling mode off: “Did you sleep well my dearâ€, Sophie would have gladly murdered him, had she been not glued to the chair. ‎
She felt that her father in law fumbled with the rope which kept her toes tied to her wrist bonds. He severed the rope and her feet flopped down to the ground. “What a relief.†Sophie thought, as the blood rushed back to feet. Her soles were prickling like crazy as if thousand ants crawled along them. Reichenbach chuckled as a soft moan of relief escaped her tightly gagged mouth.‎
“That feels good, don't you think? I'm in a gracious mood today†he said graciously, "I think you earned yourself a reward."
Reichenbach untied her bound toes and removed the bonds around her insteps. He watched for a moment as Sophie flexed and pointed her pantyhose clad soles.
He set the Vibrator on full, Sophie´s breath became more rapidly, she moaned and flexed her feet till the waves of a thunderous orgasm washed around her. She was in dreamland. "What a sight!" Reichenbach thought, the tightly bound body of his daughter in law straining against her unforgiving bonds. He watched intently as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
Reichenbach removed the ear buds first then the sleep-mask. Blinking because of the sudden light Sophie stared at him with wide dreamy still clouded eyes.
“Time for the next course, don´t you think? Look†he said gesturing at a black stool in front of her. “I think your poor feet deserve a little rest.†Sophie looked expressionless at him, her distrust evident. He grabbed her bound ankles and positioned her feet on the stool so that her feet protruded just a little above the surface of the chair. At each side of the chair two rings were positioned.
Sophie learned quickly what they would be used for. Reichenbach tied her feet to Chair, it was impossible to move her feet now. After he had tied her toes together again and back to her calves, all she could do was move her toes just a little. “What would he do now?†Sophie mused. That he planned to torment her feet was obvious.
Reichenbach moved out of her field of vision. When he returned, he held two items in his hand which filled Sophie with fear. In the right hand a riding crop, in the left a large Hitachi Wand.
Her anxiety clearly amused him: “No need to worry my dearâ€, he said casually, "I will not destroy your beautiful hose or hurt your soft soles permanently. You might feel wearing High Heels tomorrow a little uncomfortable though."‎
Sophie cursed inwardly. Tomorrow she had to wear High Heels the whole day because she would spent the whole day in the court room. Removing her High Heels or changing them for comfortable sneakers would be out of the question. And Reichenbach that cunning old bastard knew that.
“Let us begin†he said loftily, with a nearly casually flick of his wrist he hit Sophie's left heel hard. Hot pain raced through her body then he struck her right heel. Systematically he beat her feet alternating between her left and right foot. “Did you know, that the Bastinado was common practise in the Ottoman Empire?†he asked her casually.
She did not know how long this first round had lasted when he stopped. Tears ran down her cheeks. Now and then little sobs escaped her gagged mouth.
Reichenbach switched the riding crop with the Hitachi Wand. While not as painful as the merciless beating of her soles, the tickling sensation of the vibrator was just as bad. After a few minutes, he switched again to the riding crop. And so it continued. At some point Sophie's Mind simply shut down, she retracted in her subspace where he could not reach her
How much time had passed she had no idea. Sophie only turned back to reality, when someone, it must be Reichenbach, began to untie her. Her soles burned like hot coals. At last Reichenbach removed the cords which held her wrists together.
“Stand up! He ordered. It took a while till Sophie felt able to obey the order. Gingerly she took her legs of the stool and mustered all strength to stand up. When the blood rushed back into her legs she had to grip the arms of the chair. She would not have been able to stand otherwise.
Deep red rope marks crisscrossed her wrists. She rubbed them gingerly. As Sophie's wanted to unwind the Ace Bandages above her gag, Reichenbach barked: “The gag stays in. You will remove it only when you are back in your Quarters. Understood?" Sophie just stared defiantly at him.
“You may leave now you will walk in your stockinged feet." Sophie grabbed her high heels, turned on her feet, moving with surprising grace, nearly sauntering to the door, as if her feet were not on fire. The door closed behind her.
Reichenbach stared after her. “She has balls, I must give her that.†She would have rather died than giving him the satisfaction to show him, that he had hurt her. He heaved a sigh. In many ways, Sophie was so much stronger than his son. Too bad she had been born as a woman.
Sophie Reichenbach´s Quarters, 15 Minutes later:
The walk on the cold stone floors to her Quarters had been pure torture. With every step Sophie had felt like the little mermaid, as if knifes were stabbing into the soles of her feet.
Reichenbach would watch her on the all present cameras, so she pulled herself together, all the will power she could still muster after his evening of horrors, he would not see her cry, he would not see her run, he would not see her removing her gag. That would have to wait till she had reached the sanctuary of her quarters.
Sophie had checked that no Cameras had been installed in her rooms. This was the only place in Reichenbach Castle where she could be herself. She entered the code into the pad beside her door. It swung wide open she entered quickly and closed the door.
Heavily breathing, her legs shaking she stood in the small hallway for a moment. When she had composed herself she walked into her sleeping room, fell on her back, tears streaming freely down her checks. She just lay there she did not now for how long. “Get a grip†she admonished herself. Sophie took a small scissor out of her necessaire. Carefully she cut through the Ace bandages enshrouding her face from chin to nose.
With trembling fingers she unbuckled the cruelly tight straps of the ball gag and pried the big ball of her gaping jaws. That hurt like fire. She had to rest for a moment before she felt confident enough to pull the soggy wad of hose out of her mouth. With disgust she let the wet slimy ball fall to the floor. It took a while before the pain in her jaws had receded enough so that she could walk into the kitchen. Greedily she drank water from the tab.
It took Sophie an enormous effort to remove her clothes: She went into their bath rooms. Sophie looked into the mirror. Her face was pale the straps of the ball gag had left deep indentations on her skin. It would take a lot of effort tomorrow to make herself “presentable.â€
She stepped out of her skirt, let it fall carelessly to the floor removed her blouse. Angry red rope marks crossed her whole body. Sophie peeled the hose down her leg, removed the crotch rope and the vibrator, stood.
The warm water of the shower drummed on her body, easing the pains of her aching body. When she fell onto her bed she curled herself up like an embryo. Sobs shook her body. This had to end. If she could only talk to anyone – Lucas was frequently away. Her father in law had made it very clear what would happen if she should dare to tell him. At last she fell into a dreamless sleep.
I try to imagine Sarah McKenzie as Kindergarten Teacher supervising a bunch of toddlers, highly amusing 
I feel sorry for Carla and Sabine, although I admit I'd kinda love to be in that kind of bondage predicament myself lol.