Stories of Tie Up Games

it goes without saying, but i shall do so nevertheless. THIS was worth waiting for.

LunaDog wrote: 1 month ago it goes without saying, but i shall do so nevertheless. THIS was worth waiting for.

Thank you very much my Friend! The Epilogue´s first Part will be due after Eastern. In it we will learn what the Dark Lady will come up with, to help "Blondie" relax

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Ragna was sitting on the Couch in the Dining Room, her long, muscular legs slung under her. She wore a bright blue turtleneck, white leggings, and matching woollen Socks. She listened attentively to Chris playing the Grand Piano.

The Icelandress knew her friend well enough to know what and how the other Blonde played told much about her State of Mind. Just now, she was playing Grieg. One of the many lyrical Pieces the Norwegian had composed. It was a bright, clear Melody—a dance Tune. Folk Music, one might say: The Wedding at Troldhaugen. A Piece Chris played frequently as an Encore.

“Do you have any Idea what our Master Thief is up to?” Chris did not stop playing. “Actually, no,” Ragna smiled. “She has been pretty secretive. I wonder what those Men from the delivery Service carried down to the Gym.”

“Heavy and bulky.” The Pianist nodded. “And where are Anna and Natasha so long?” Ragna shrugged. “Sarah just said she needed their help for something.” Chris smiled mischievously, “If I didn´t know any better, I would say Sarah is up to something!”

“Am I?” a slightly husky Alto Voice said in her Back. “I didn´t hear you coming.” The Blonde continued playing without missing a beat and turned. In the Doorway stood Sarah McKenzie, wearing a Black Turtleneck, black leggings, and black Socks.

She smiled. Chris knew that Smile …. The Masterthief was clearly up to something. The Blonde was sure now. The Pianist had a hunch. Two Days before, Carl von Winterfeldt had escaped, and Chris survived. Barely. His Scheme had failed – but not without personal Cost. Von Winterfeldt´s latest Attempt to get back at Chris – and her Friends? It had failed. Chris continued playing. She knew the Canadian. The Blonde would not make it too easy for her.

“Why don´t you come with me, and I'll show you a little Surprise?” The Masterthief purred. “Yes, why not?” The Pianist nodded, played the last Tone, and rose elegantly. Coyly, the Thief gave her the once-over: the white Turtleneck, the red leggings, and the thick white Socks. “You wear no Bra, I bet,” the black-haired Thief stated. “Maybe I do, maybe I don´t.” Chris smiled enigmatically – and just a bit coy.

The Canadian´s and her Relationship? It was complex … The Blonde would not deny it …. And after the last Days? She was right in the Mood to play – one of the Games the Black Lady was so good at ….

The Pianist followed the Thief down the Stairs. Not for the first Time, Chris admired how elegant the Thief walked … Before the heavy Metal Door to the spacious Gym in the vast Cellars of the Villa, the Canadian stopped.

The Pianist listened; she was sure to hear something. Muffled Noises “Come in!” Sarah smiled mischievously.

They stepped over the Threshold. “Did I promise too much?” the Thief grinned. In the Rooms Centre, on the smooth, polished wooden Floor stood three Benches. Two were occupied, the third was empty. Anna and Natasha …

Curiously, Chris walked nearer and inspected the Benches. “They look like the ones you tied us to at the Tickle Feast, yes?” “Very astute Frau von der Marwitz” the Canadian teased her “With a few Modifications as you may notice.”

Chris and Sarah are referring to this Event:

A Sextet in Tickle: Enhanced and revised Version.

Indeed, the two Delinquents' wrists were held high over their Heads by heavily padded broad shackles. A high-posture Collar held the Head in Position. It was fastened to the Bench´s high Back. The upper Arms were tied to the Bench as well.

One broad padded leather Strap under their Breasts pressed Anna and Natasha against the High Bench.

“Easy access to the Armpits,” the Blonde noticed and touched Anna under the left. The Russian twitched but could not move. Heavily padded Blindfolds robbed the two Guinea Pigs of Sight. “Noise-canceling earbuds, I presume?” the Pianist ventured. “That and a little something that keeps them occupied,” The Thief stated proudly.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Chris raised her Eyebrows. The Canadian just smiled.

The two Russians wore just leggings, Anna's red ones with white Stripes, and Natasha's black ones with silver Stripes. Chris continued her Inspections. The Duos' legs were stretched out before them and tied in five Places with neat white Ropebands. Five broad padded leather Straps fastened the Legs to the Bench.

“These Stocks are really comfortable, as I remember.” Chris grinned, “I would have gladly murdered you back then.” “Luckily you did not” The Masterthief chuckled. The Blonde halted before Natasha´s nyloned Soles: Each Toe was bound with a String to a bolt, only the big Toes tied together.

Gently, Chris's fingers touched the Russian under the high Arches of her right Foot and tickled her there. “Maximum immobility,” the Pianist stated, “As it should be.” Sarah chuckled, “I guess you made good use of their Socks?” Chris inquired, “Naturally,” the Canadian nodded, “I just switched them. They chew on each other's Socks. I like it when you can see the Stuffing.” Sarah pointed at the Wall of translucent Tape that enshrouded the lower Faces of the Russians from Chin to the nose: The massive Gag Packing was clearly visible.

“You did not just use their Socks, right?” “You really see everything, Chris,” the Canadian teased her. “Their Socks, along with a Pair of Panties I borrowed, one is yours.” “I see,” Chris nodded and pointed to the Bench. “I guess this one is for me?”

“Of course! Three is the lucky Number! Come over here!” Sarah pointed to a Table at the Wall and watched as the Pianist sauntered with swaying Hips to the designated Spot. Sarah McKenzie could never get enough of Chris´ striding along. To dominate a Warrior like her. This was heaven for the black Soul of Sarah McKenzie. Of late, it was greyer than pitch black. Not that the Thief would tell that to anyone.

On the Table, the Pianist spotted all the Paraphernalia to render a Damsel helpless and tickle her senseless. The Thief leered openly at Chris´s breasts. They were so firm, so tight, so wonderful to play with, to touch them, to lick them, to squeeze them, to bite them.

Chris made a perfect Pirouette on her socked feet. “What do you want to do me first?” she grinned. “Put this where it belongs.” The dark-haired Thief handed the Blonde a smart Egg. “Alright then!” Chris smiled coyly and did as ordered. Sarah watched intently. “Now take off your Turtleneck. “Of course, Mistress!” With slow Motions, the Pianist rolled the Garment up and pulled it finally over her Head, very slowly, and let it fall casually to the Floor. Casually.

She looked at the Thief:

“You like what you see?” Chris teased the Canadian, shaking her Breasts. “I knew it; you wear no Bra!” the Canadian congratulated herself, her Voice husky. “Off with your Socks now!” Teasingly slow, the Pianist followed that Order. “What now?” she winked at the Canadian. “Stuff them in that big Mouth of yours, of Course!”

“I wore them since Morning,” the Pianist pouted. “Just do it!” McKenzie demanded, “Turn the Soles outside!” “Really?” Chris enjoyed these Games very much, from time to time.

“Do. It. Now!” The Canadian went full Dark Lady.

With a sigh, Chris balled the Socks up and stuffed the large Ball in her Mouth. “Keep them there!” Sarah McKenzie commanded, “I do the rest!” The Canadian fetched two Items from the Table: A Role translucent Tape and a Pair of green Panties. She held the Garment before Chris's nose. “These I borrowed from Sophie!”

The Lawyer had to be pretty aroused, Chris concluded – and wrinkled her Nose. It took the Black Lady some effort to press the silken Wad home. 20 Minutes later, the Blonde looked like Natasha and Anna:

The Thief had applied a Crotch rope, manacled Chris's hands before her Body and tied her legs in five Places. Of course, she had cupped those fabulous Breasts, played with the Nipples, and pinched them “To test the Gag´s Efficiency!”

It was effective in her professional Opinion. Very effective.

Now the Canadian pointed to the empty Bench, “Hop to it!” Chris just stayed where she was, and McKenzie was sure she smiled. The Blonde shook her Head and mumbled something that sounded like “Make me!”

“As you wish!” Sarah McKenzie threatened and took a Riding Crop. The Pianist still did not move “It is more fun that way anyway” The Thief smiled diabolically and hit Chris with a casual Flick of her right Wrist first on the left Butt Cheek, then on the Right. Hard and precise:

The Pianist did not wait for the third Strike – and started hopping. Her Breasts bounced invitingly. Since her Shackles were connected to her Crotchrope, she felt every Hop. The Canadian enjoyed the View very much! And encouraged the Blonde some more with the Riding Crop.

Finally, Chris stood breathing heavily next to the Bench. Sarah hit her for good Measure twice on the Butt “Move your lazy Ass on the Bench Blondie!” It took Chris some effort to manoeuvre herself into Position. At last, she sat her bound legs outstretched before her, her unbound Ankles in the Stocks. She wiggled her Toes. As she noticed as she sat down? Dozens of small Knobs pressed in her Butt …

The Canadian moved behind her. She made the heavily padded Blindfold tight. Earbuds rendered Chris deaf, too. Chris was giddy with Excitement. Sensory Deprivation made this Game even more fun! She felt that the Thief loosened her Wrists from the Crotchrope and pulled her Arms up. Now Chris sat in the same Position as Anna and Natasha.

Step by Step, McKenzie completed the Restraints. Chris was tied exactly like her Friends – with one exception: The Thief tied a well-used Pantyhose above her lower Face. The Crotchpanel rested on Chris´ Nose. Chris wrinkled her Nose. The Pantyhose was well-worn and ripe.

Finally, the black-haired Canadian closed the Stocks – and tied Chris´ Toes like those of her two Friends. Gleefully, the Canadian tickled Chris under her high Arches. The Pianist giggled into her packed mouth. She sensed the Thief moving. What was she up to?

Chris had a shrewd guess….

Upstairs in the Living Room, Ragna, Sophie, Merit, Sybil, and Rahel awaited the Canadian, “Why the Secrecy?” Sophie inquired; she knew that Smile only too well. “You shall see!” the Thief smiled even broader and bade them to follow her down to the Gym. On socked Feet, the Procession made it Downstairs.

They entered and with a triumphant Flourish, the Thief pointed at the three Benches, “Time for some serious Tickling!” “You can use everything on the Table, literally,” she explained, smiling and pointing to the many Instruments on the Table. “Merit your Mistress demands your Attention, Sophie will help you!” she commanded. “Sybil and Rahel take care of Natasha! Ragna, assist me with Chris! Move! Move Maggots!”

“May the Odds be always in your Favour! Let the Games commence!”

Merit looked at her Mistress and the Table: There were electric Toothbrushes, Brushes of all kinds and Sizes, Feathers, Featherdusters, Wartenbergwheels, Tuning Forks (!), Candles, Nippleclamps, Clothespins, Paddles, Riding Crops, a Hairdryer …...

The Egyptian did not have long to think. She selected one large white Feather, probably from a Seabird, while Sophie went for a Wartenberg wheel. “In Egypt, we were trained in such Games,” the young Noblewoman explained with a lopsided Smile. “Let me show you something!” Anna was robbed of Sight and Hearing – but seemed to sense somebody was nearby. She turned her Head in Merit´s Direction as if she could see them. “Fascinating!” Sophie smiled and watched:

Merit took the Feather – and with its Tip, she touched Anna´s Nose tip … the Reaction was instantaneous … the Russian twitched as if hit by an electric shock – and jerked her Head away – well, she wanted to jerk her Head away. The heavy, stiff collar prevented any Movement.

An electric Shock shot through Anna´s Brain – right under her Skullcap – and exploded there. She had sensed somebody coming nearer – then the slight touch ... another this time at the left side of the Nose. Then the right side. The Russian giggled into her packed Mouth, “Natasha, you have really sweaty Feet!”

“Impressive!” Sophie smiled, “My turn now! Do you know Anna´s most ticklish Spot? One Pointer Merit! It is not her Feet! Watch!” The Lawyer touched the soft Skin of Anna´s cleanly shaven left Armpit, took the Wartenbergwheel, and rolled it upwards. Slowly. Anna would have jumped up from the Bench – but the Ropes and Straps held her fast.

Sophie repeated the Procedure twice, a third time! The Russian almost screamed into her Gag. The Lawyer changed to the right Armpit while Merit went to the Stocks and knelt at Anna´s hosed Feet. Gently, as a Lover would do, the Feather glided upwards from the Heel, up the high Arches …

“Lord, have Mercy!” Anna screamed into her Gag, “Please!”

Sybil and Rahel chose the traditional Approach: Rahel knelt at Natasha's Feet and raked her long Nails across the soft nyloned Soles. Slowly. Up and back. Up and back. The black-haired Woman tried to curl her Toes – but the Strings held them fast.

The Stocks and the Bench creaked. Natasha´s strong leg muscles were taut like Strings. Sybil moved a Feather in circular Motions around the Bases of the Russian´s full and firm Breasts and glided across her Flanks, the Armpits.

Ragna had straddled Chris – which pressed her Butt firmly on the dozens of knobs … as if that would not have been uncomfortable enough? The Knobs began to pulsate – a tingling Sensation shot through the Pianists Butt. Simultaneously, the Icelandress tickled Chris under her Armpits with two Feathers. The vibrating Egg did what it was supposed to do: It vibrated. Stronger and stronger.

The Dark Lady watched with Amusement. The howls of very muffled laughter, the muffled Screams were Music in her Ears. Her Smile grew diabolic: The crop landed on Chris's left Heel. Zap! Zap! The right one. Slowly, the Riding crop wandered upwards, till a last stroke hit the Pianist's right big toe. The Riding crop wandered backward. And upward again.

Soon Chris´ Soles burned like Fire. Finally, Ragna and Sarah stopped her double-pronged Attack. The Blonde breathed heavily and sucked desperately Air through the Pantyhose covering her Nose. Tears wetted the Blindfold. Her face was rosy. She felt Ragna standing up.

“What a relief!” She sighed.

The Icelandress turned to the smiling Sarah: “Tell me, that wasn´t fun!” The Canadian´s Eyes glittered. Chris´ Chest was heaving. “What do you think of Fire and Ice?” McKenzie smiled innocently and produced a remote control and pressed a button.

The upper part of the Bench moved backward, till Chris lay flat on her Back. The Canadian pressed another Button. The sound of a Winch: The Chain holding the Pianist´s Wrists above her Head was pulled taut, till Chris´ Body was stretched taut like a String. The Pianist´s Chest was heaving; she opened and closed her Fists.

The Thief went to a small Fridge in the Gym´s left Corner. She returned with a bowl filled with Ice Cubes. Ragna took a long red Candle from the Table and lit it. Grinning wickedly, the Canadian took an Ice Cube and moved it in circular Motions around Chris Navel and pronounced Abs “She has quite the Six Pack” Sarah chuckled.

The Cold shot through Chris's Body. At the same Moment, something hot hit her left Breast near the Nipple: Hot Wax! Another Drop on her right Breast. Skilfully, Ragna used the Candle. Sometimes so low that Chris felt the Candle´s heat, then higher again.

The conflicting Sensations of Heat and Cold made her shiver and sweat at the same Time. She felt another Orgasm building. Chris strained against her Restraints. The Bench creaked ominously.

Sarah McKenzie chuckled: This was a sight she could never get enough of.

Anna was breathing heavily; she was just coming down to Earth after a Humdinger of an Orgasm. Greedily she sucked Air through the Nose. Merit and Sophie had stopped their relentless Assault for the Moment. By now, the Russian was sure it was her Lady-in-Waiting and the Lawyer: She had recognized their Perfumes.

Her Soles tingled; her Pussy throbbed …. What would come next? Next came coarse Brushes and Electronic Toothbrushes …. On went the wild Ride!

Then it stopped. Anna welcomed the Pause. What could she not see? Sophie smiled at Merit, “You know, what is this?” The Lawyer pointed to one of the Tuning Forks on the Table. “Anna explained to me what they are used for.” The young Egyptian stated, “Well,” Sophie chuckled, “They can be used for a different Purpose. Let me show you!”

The dark-haired Woman walked to the Table and returned with two Tuning Forks. “Watch Merit!” Sophie handed Merit one Fork and took the other in her right Hand. She strode to the Bench Anna was sitting on and bowed at the Captive´s Feet. She slung the Tuning Fork against Anna´s left Big Toe. Hard. And touched the soft Skin between the Big Toe and the next with the vibrating Tuning Fork.

Anna did not like that. Did not like it at all. Her heavily muffled Laughter told the Story.

“See Merit?” Sophie smiled, “Now we do it together! You the right foot, I'm take the left one!”

Anna´s Mind shut down quickly. Those horrible Vibrations! Chris had told her once how Sarah had used the Tuning Fork on her. “Chris, you were so right! This drives me crazy! And I cannot move my Feet, my Toes!” Anna screamed into her Gag.

Natasha almost fainted: Her two Handlers used Wartenberg Wheels to full effect. No Spot of her bare Skin was left untouched. What could she not see? Sybil laid the Wartenberg Wheel aside and took a small Paddle. The hit on her left Heel caught the Russian entirely by Surprise. Smack: Her right Balls!

Chris had lost all Track of Time. In one Moment, Sarah had put Clothespins on her Nipples, the next, Ragna had tickled the Hell out of her Feet with a coarse Brush. By now her Mind and Body stood in Flames.

Her whole Skin tingled, her Soles burned like Fire. That the Assault stopped, she did not realize at First. She was too busy to suck Air through her Nose. The Chloroform-doused Dust Mask came as a Surprise. Chris did not fight for real. Instead, she welcomed the potent Fumes. Allowed herself to fall into the dark, bottomless Abyss. She fell. She fell. Then just Blackness.


Later:


Slowly, Chris returned to the waking World. The burning of her Soles had receded. Still, her whole Skin tingled. Only slowly she realized that she still lay on her Back, but that her Wrists were no longer shackled above her Head.

Instead, her still-manacled Wrists rested on her Tummy. Palms flat. Chris felt something under the left Palm – Metal? Her Heart jolted in her Chest! A key! And she realized another Thing: Her upper Body was no longer strapped to the Bench.

Very carefully, she sat up. Clutching the Key firmly with the left Fist. She sat upright. Chris inhaled deeply. Her Handlers had been so kind to remove the Hose covering her Nose. Still blind and deaf she had to act carefully.

Finding the Keyhole and inserting the Key in the tiny Keyhole was no easy Feat. After several failed Attempts, she succeeded. She smiled under her Gag. “Sometimes the nimble Fingers of a first-class Pianist are useful!”

The Blonde massaged her stiff Wrists and flexed her Fingers. She touched her Cheeks with her Palms and felt the Wraps of translucent Tape, encircling her lower Face. Her Palms glided upwards.

Finally, Chris felt her Ears. Fumbling the Earbuds out took a Moment. After the long-enforced Silence. Even the Silence felt unnaturally loud. She listened. Her perfect Pitch picked up the Breathing of two other Persons, the rustling of Chains, and the Creaking of the Benches as her fellow Captives moved.

“Blindfold!” she thought and searched with her Fingers for the buckle. Sarah had made it taut. Finally, the buckle gave Way. Chris took the Blindfold off and had to blink. It took a while for her Eyes to adjust to the sudden Brightness. Except for her fellow Captives, they were alone.

Now and then, Natascha and Anna moved as far as their Restraints allowed. “So, it is my Job to free us!” Chris sighed: Her legs were still strapped to the Bench. She leaned forward and attacked the first Strap directly under her Crotchrope vigorously “Sarah, I will kill you!”

It was a tedious Job.

The last one around her Calves fell. Yay! She scooted forward till she could touch the Stocks – and spotted something gleaming lying on Top: A Pair of Bandage Scissors! This would make her Task much easier. Nevertheless, it cost her considerable Time to cut her Toes free. She wiggled them and flexed her Toes.

Thank God the Stocks were not locked.

She opened the Clasp and freed her Ankles. Carefully, she lifted her bound legs, swung them aside, and put them on the Floor. As her Feet touched the Floor, the Blood flooded back. The Sensation was incredible. Her Legs and Feet prickled as if a thousand Ants were crawling on them. Cutting through the rope Bands restraining her legs cost some more time.

She breathed in through her Nose. The Blonde cut through the last Rope Band. The Ants kept coming.

What next?

Patiently, Chris waited till the feeling had receded, and she felt the smooth wooden Floor under her nyloned Soles. The Pianist grabbed the Scissors firmly. She cut through the Wall of translucent Tape. Her Jaws screamed “Pain!” as she pulled soggy Socks and Panties out. As Chris moved her Jaws, something audibly snapped. She winced, “Sarah McKenzie, that will cost you!”

“Don´t complain!” A small Voice whispered gleefully in her Head, “You wanted that, you played along!” Chris ignored the Voice “F*ck you!” she whispered.

Now on to free her fellow Damsels. That took a while. Finally, the deed was done. Chris, Anna, and Natasha looked at each other “Wax?” Anna pointed to the red marks on and around Chris´ Breasts “That and Ice cubes” The Pianist smiled ruefully.

“That was quite the ride!” Natasha stretched, and something snapped in her Back. Gingerly she rubbed her Butt: “Those Knobs were awful!” “You don´t say.” Chris smiled ruefully and winced, “Ragna straddled me.”

“Sounds like a pleasant experience,” Natasha grinned. “She is no lightweight.” “No,” Chris stretched again and winced. “She is not.”

“What now, revered Leader?” Anna smiled at Chris. The Pianist stretched like a large Cat. She smiled wickedly. “What now? A Shower, a hot Bath, a Glass of fine Shiraz, some dark Chocolate, then Rest.” She grinned ominously, “And after Dinner?” She let the Sentence hang in the Air …

“It´s Payback Time for Sarah!” Natasha grinned wolfishly. “And Ragna!” Chris added ….


The Schwalbennest: Midnight


Two tall black Shadows hurried on stockinged feet along the Corridor on the first Floor. They moved almost noiselessly. They stopped before a Door. Sarah McKenzie´s Door. Both listened for any Sounds. Both Women were tall, one taller and more of a lean build. The other not much smaller, but with more muscular Shoulders, those of a professional Swimmer.

They communicated with Handsigns.

The taller one pressed the Handle gently down and pushed the Door open slowly and gently. They were about to enter a Lion´s Den. And if the Masterthief was only half asleep … there would be the devil to pay.

The two Women stepped over the threshold. Anna listened. Her perfect Pitch registered the soft Breathing of a Woman. A sleeping Woman. A Woman who was sound asleep. The Russian grinned wickedly. So, Chris´ Plan had worked. Carefully they crept nearer to the Bed. Their Prey lay on her back. Snoring softly. On the Nightstand lay a Gun. A Beretta as Anna knew.

She looked at Natasha. Her Compatriot nodded and fetched a doused Cloth from one of her Pockets. Another look? Then the two Women pounced. Sarah McKenzie did not even wake up as Natasha pressed the Cloth firmly on her Face.

It was over quickly.

Two Minutes later the Duo carried the unconscious Masterthief to another Suite “Boy is she heavy!” Anna grunted, “Not heavier than you!” Natasha grinned “I am not that heavy!” Anna pouted. They stopped before Ragna´s Door, it was open. Anna and Natasha carried the Canadian inside.

“Took you long enough!” Chris teased them as they hefted their Burden on the Bed. One Woman was already encased in Nylon from Head to Toe. Her Ankles were tied to the Footboard. The Herculean Built gave her away: It was Ragna.

“Get her ready!” The Pianist smiled, “Any Problems?” “No,” Natasha grinned, “Your Plan worked perfectly.” “To slip the Drug into the Ice Cream was perfect.”

“Thank you!” Chris bowed mockingly. “You went all Domina, did you?” Natasha grinned. “Did I?” Chris smiled innocently. She had donned a black Leotard, Hose, and Louboutin open-toed Platform Pumps. Her shimmering blonde Hair was in a strict Bun. Deep Red Lips and Egyptian Kajal around the Eyes made her look sinister.

On the elegant Sideboard lay some Instruments … Natasha eyed them and smiled, “Good Choice!” “I am glad you approve!” The Pianist chuckled, “Go now, help Anna! We have work to do …”



30 Minutes later:



Chris smiled: They had worked well together. Now two Nylon Mummies lay on the Bed. They had tied their Toes back to their Ankles. “They should wake up soon!” Anna grinned. Natasha nodded, “They will. I can hardly wait!” Chris´ Smile was sinister as Anna noted, “What!” The Pianist had registered her best Friend´s Look “Nothing!” The Russian smiled sweetly. “Look!” Almost simultaneously, the two Mummies began to stir. Soft Moans. Both Captives tested their Bonds methodically – only to find out they were stuck.

The Trio had been anything but thorough. Arms were wielded behind their Backs. Wrists mitted. A Breast harness, a crotchrope. A Vibrator and a Butt Plug. The Legs were tied in six Places. Before they had been encased in Pantyhose. Of course, a Gag: A very large foam Ball. They had wrapped used Panties around them. Two Pairs each.

Chris straightened herself “Glad you could make it!” She addressed their Guests. Heavily muffled Retorts “Yeah, we are pleased too!” Natasha grinned “And we intend to return some of the Favours, you regaled us with!” Anna added cheerily.

Chris had taken a riding crop and sauntered to the Bed with swaying Hips “She really looks like the evil Domina!” Anna was fascinated “Listen you despicable Pieces of Bat Droppings!” The Blonde stated cooly “Even her Voice sounds different, so dark and menacing” Anna was mesmerized.

Sarah McKenzie had realized her Predicament by now. Chris´ Voice sent shivers down her Spine – and it aroused her: The Thrill. The Blonde could ooze pure Menace if she set her Mind to it. And the Thief smiled around her Gag. She deserved that Treatment. And from time to time, she enjoyed it – if the right Person did it.

Turnabout was fair Play after all.

She felt a soft touch at her left Heel … next a sharp Pain. Chris had hit hard and precisely…. That was only the beginning. She knew. Anna and Natasha took care of Ragna: The Violinist straddled Ragna, groped her Breasts, and played with her Nipples.

Natasha knelt at the Footboard and tickled the Hell out of the Icelandic size 10 Feet with a Wartenberg Wheel. Ragna´s laughter was heavily muffled. The Icelandress trashed around as much as she could. She could not move much …

Anna enjoyed this very much – and she could not hide a devious Smile. She had not forgotten how Merit and Sophie had treated her with the Tuning Forks. Well, Payback was a Bitch …. So, the Russians had been busy before the three Conspirators took care of the Thief and the Icelandress:

Anybody who would have a look in Sophie´s Room would have a spectacular View: Diagonally stretched on the Bed and tied together lay Sophie and Merit. Not Breast against Breast but inverted: Merit´s feet rested on Sophie´s Face and vice versa. Before Natasha and Anna had tied the Ladies together, they had tied them separately and encased them in Nylon afterward. Not before they had gagged them thoroughly and blindfolded them.

Gagged meant in Sophie´s Case that Anna had taken the Panties she and Natasha had worn today during the Tickle feast and stuffed them into a Nylonstocking – a used one. Merit had been rewarded with a similar Gag. The Stuffing was held in by long, heavy Silk Scarfs. Both were so long that Anna could tie them three Times across their Victim's Mouths before she knotted them tightly behind their Heads.

Of course, Merit and Sophie had been crotch roped after Smart Eggs had been applied. Both Ladies tried to move their Feet enthusiastically: Natasha and Anna had taped vibrating Eggs against their Soles before encasing them … Nylon Bands beginning at the Ankles held the two Nylon Mummies together. 10 altogether.

“Yes,” Anna smiled, the Duo would have lots of fun!

She watched the Scene before her: Chris lay the Riding Crop aside. Casually, she kicked her Heels off and straddled the Thief, sitting on her Tummy. Sarah groaned. With a devious smile, the Pianist stretched her right long, muscular leg out and touched the Canadian´s right Nipple with the Balls of her nyloned Foot and squeezed it firmly between her Toes.

A soft Moan could be heard. The Blonde let the Nipple go and changed to the left. Afterward, she her Sole glided upwards, tantalizing slowly, till her Sole covered the Thief´s nyloned Nose.

Sarah found the Scent of Perfume and Sweat intoxicating. Together with the powerful Vibrations of her Accessories, and the burning of her Soles – it was a devilish exiting Combination.

She felt Chris shifting. Was the Pianist turning around? The Thief felt something next to her Head on both Sides: Sarah inhaled the Scent of Chris´ nyloned Feet. An intoxicating Scent! Chris bowed down and raked her Fingers across the Thief´s Soles ….

It would be a long Night …

Sorry this response is SO delayed, every time i've tried to 'log on' within the last few days i've been unable to, i've received some sort of message about a firewall not being correctly configured. Apologies for this.

Well, now i am here, this is utterly superb as usual from you @Caesar73 You promised that Sarah would go full 'Dark Lady' and you did NOT let us down!

LunaDog wrote: 1 month ago Well, now i am here, this is utterly superb as usual from you @Caesar73 You promised that Sarah would go full 'Dark Lady' and you did NOT let us down!

It was my pleasure! Hope to see you again!

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I recommend watching the Video Clip above to get an Impression of the Location. Its Spirit. Many illustrious Persons are buried here under the old Trees: Among them, the first Chancellor of the Weimar Republic, Friedrich Ebert, the Conductor Wilhelm Furtwängler, the famous Chemist Justus Liebig, and many more. A Walk among the Tombs is a Walk through Time and Space.


Chris listened, and she heard not. The usual murmur on such occasions filled the Chapel, like the buzzing of a beehive. The soft Exchanges, the Murmurs. No, she did not listen as in focusing on anything said. She heard, though many Things. Too many Things. Things she did not want nor did not need to hear.

The Blonde looked around:

Chris and her Friends sat in the second row on the right.

Robert´s Family had bidden her to join them in the first Pew on the left. The Pianist had politely but firmly declined. It had simply felt inappropriate. She and Robert had not parted on good Terms. Chris remembered that fateful Moment on the Old Bridge only too well:

“[…] For the last Minutes they had walked in Silence, Chris sensed Robert wanted to tell her something. They stood very close to each other on the Bridge, but the Lawyer avoided touching her. It could have been a Trench as deep as the North Atlantic.

The whole evening had been off from the Start: As usual, Robert regaled her with Stories of his Law Practice. He was a brilliant Storyteller, as warm and witty as ever, but something was off. Chris had sensed undercurrents. And now they stood here on the Old Bridge.

Minutes passed, slowly like Sand through an Hourglass. Finally, Robert had looked long at her. He stroked her gently above her Forehead. “Chris,” he said softly, “I cannot do this.” Chris just looked back at him, saying nothing. Her Face was a stony Mask – only the slight quivering of her underlip betrayed her Emotion.

“Not doing what?” she demanded finally, entirely calm on the outside, a calmness she did not feel. She waited. She felt where this would be going. No, she would not make this easy for him. No. Not now. Never. Robert would have to go the extra mile and some more.

Chris watched him as he struggled for the right Words. “A Lawyer lost for Words,” she chuckled mirthlessly, “Robert? You disappoint me!” Chris knew she had hurt him. But she had done it, nevertheless. Done it on purpose. He would hurt her, Chris knew he would, instinctively. He should feel hurt, too. Damnit!

“We have no Future” he finally said calmly, “So you simply quit. You decide that. Do I not have a say in this?” the Blonde stated calmly “I have been honest with you Robert as honest as I can be, about what I am” And for a short Moment she saw something in his brown Eyes, knew that he knew exactly what and who she was.

“No, Chris,” He corrected himself, “Christine. “My decision stands. I do not want to harm you.” She had stared at him. Long and hard. But Robert had not broken Eye Contact. “But yet you do hurt me!” she had hurled at him, her emerald, green Eyes blazing with Fire.

Chris knew she had been cruel as she said, “I gave myself to you! Robert! You cannot handle the Fact that a Woman bests a Man in every Aspect; you pity me!” Chris stared at him; she would not shed a Tear. Not yet, at least, “Robert von Hardenberg!” The Blonde had spoken low, softly even. But cold and hard as Ice, “Rot. Rot in Hell! You, sorry, Excuse of a Gentleman! You hear me!”

In the last Days, she had thought long about the way they had parted. “Could I have done otherwise?” If she was honest with herself, entirely honest – as Sensei Nakamura had taught her? She could have, and she could have not. Maybe it had been just fate. It had been meant to be that way. Chris was sure.

She was no Fatalist. She did not believe in the Concept of Predestination. Despite her Teachings in Eastern Philosophy, she believed Men could make their Destiny, could become what they wanted to be, “if we use the Talents bestowed on us,” the Blonde mused.

Von Winterfeldt had escaped. For now. But if her Sensei had taught her anything? It was Patience. She would end Carl von Winterfeldt the next Time they would meet. He had ordered Robert´s Murder. Von Treskow had only been a Tool, as Heinrich Breuninger had been.

A grim Smile curled Chris´s Lips: Breuninger had been found in his Office. He had shot himself in the Head. The right way: He had put the Gun in his Mouth and pulled the Trigger. The Bastard had Courage. Chris had to give him that.

He had used the Time well: Natalie had been on her Way to arrest him. He must have known the Game was played. Von Treskow had been lucky too. She had made a deal with the Authorities.

The Lawyer testified and would enter Witness Protection. Chris would have ended her gladly. On the other Hand? Maybe this Punishment was much more severe. Always living on the run. Giving up the Life you knew totally? Always looking above her Shoulder? Chris could live with that. The Pianist smiled grimly: Carl von Winterfeldt´s Arm was long. And he held Grudges. Von Treskow would life a life on the Run now.

Thoughtfully, she gazed at the polished Coffin, made of old German Oak. The many Flowers. The Wreaths. She had donated one, too. The Inscription had been in Japanese. It had been a Haiku. Printing the Kanji had been no doubt a challenge for the Mortician. As far as Chris could tell, he had done a good job. She smiled.

Her Gaze wandered to the left:

There was a Photo of Robert next to the Coffin: He smiled. It had been made in Winter; Chris knew: A sunny Day. In Vienna. At Schloss Schönbrunn. They had thrown snowballs at each other. Chris Aim had been much better. A few Seconds after she had taken the shot, she had hit Robert squarely on the Nose.

The Pianist had to smile.

On the Coffin´s right side stood the Delegation of Roberts Corps, the Student Fraternity he had been a Member of – three young Men in the Corps´ Uniform: The Banner Wearer in the Centre. Black Riding Boots, white Breeches, Black velvet Uniform Jackets, and the Sash in the Corps´ Colours – Black, White, and Yellow. On their Heads, the traditional Cap also in the Corps´ Colours. At their left were the Sabres – or more correctly – the Schläger.

This reminded Chris of another Moment, two years ago. Here in Heidelberg. In a Villa above the Castle´s majestic Ruins:

“[…] The room measured roughly 20 x 10 x 5 Meters. The floor was made from polished dark wood, with high ceilings, and large arched windows at the two corresponding long walls of the rectangular room.

In the center of the room, two white lines were drawn onto the polished wooden floor. “There will stand the two duelists”, Robert explained to Anna and Kate – he seemed to have regained his composure somewhat. “Leaving that line, or moving only one inch backward, means that the fighter has lost, and eternal shame will be his.”

“The combatants stand on their line. Feet apart, the left arm behind the back, you hold the right arm above your head, the hilt of your sword as high as possible above your forehead, and the point of your sword near your left shoulder.”

“You do not move your arm, but only your wrist, correct?” Kate asked Robert.

“Basically yes", he replied.

“You see the swords Charlotte von Gräfenstein is holding? “

”They look different from ordinary Sabers”, Anna stated.

“Yes”, Robert explained further. “These weapons are called “Schlaeger, its blade is roughly three feet long and about half an inch broad. The entire front edge is sharp, as is one-third of the back. The blade is the same width around its entire length. [….]”

A soft touch brought her out of her Reverie. Anna touched her right Hand gently. “You are alright?” the Russian whispered. “I am,” Chris nodded – and she meant it. She was as alright as she could be. She had made her Peace.

They had ruined von Winterfeldt´s grand Schemes for Good - again. Natalie had told her that the Material Robert had secured would send Shockwaves through the Nordstern Trust. A lot of People were wetting their Pants. Influential Peopl.

Natalie declined Chris´s proposal to come to Robert´s funeral. Chris knew this was an excuse on the detective´s part. And on a certain Level, the Blonde understood her. They were not best Friends, would never be.

The Truth as Chris sensed it? Natalie still felt uncomfortable among them. Which Chris understood. On the plus Side? Max was on the Mend. Chris had visited him. “Call me anytime you want,” she had told him as they parted.

Maybe they would meet again. Max would be transferred to Europol when he had healed – his new Boss? Birte Ricciarelli …. The Organ interrupted Chris's thoughts another time: Bach, BWV 546, she recognized.

The Service was about to begin.

Bach - Prelude and fugue in C minor BWV 546 - Koopman | Netherlands Bach Society

In his letter, Robert had made a personal request. He had made detailed Arrangements for his Funeral: “I have no right to ask this of you, but if I may be so bold, I would ask you for a favour: I heard Sophie singing in Hamburg last year. She sang Handel so wonderfully. Would you ask her to sing at my Funeral, and would you and Anna accompany her?”

When Chris had read those Lines, she had not known what to think, what to feel. Her Eyes had burned. Robert had been in Hamburg. And he had not asked her to meet him. But Robert had not called her for a Reason she knew. She had declined any Contact, refused any Call. Why should he have called her at all?

Chris would not have been forthcoming, that was for sure. In hindsight, she felt some shame and regret, but knew that at his time, she could not have reacted any other way. She remembered a Lesson with Sensei Nakamura who had told her that at Times, she let her Feelings get the better of her …. which a Samurai would not do. “I am not perfect, Sensei,” Chris had smiled. “Don´t!” Sensei Nakamura had scolded her. The Blonde knew her Teacher well enough – and bowed her Head, “I am sorry, Sensei!” “No, Christine Sama,” He had smiled, “You are not.”

The smallest of Smiles had curled her Lips.

She would honour the Deceased´s Request – the least Thing she could do.

Chris, Anna, and Sophie had conferred on what Piece Sophie should sing, “Lascia chi´o Pianga,” The Lawyer had declared finally. And Chris and Anna had no Objections. So, they would play at the End of the Service – after the Homily and the Benediction.

Chris remembered the Visit to Robert´s Parents. She felt compelled to pay her Respect to Robert´s family. Anna and Sophie had offered to accompany her. And Chris had not declined that offer, even if she had been tempted to.

To lose a Child was not right, and to lose one's parent was not right—she knew that. Few People knew, but Chris visited the Grave of her Parents whenever she could make time. Talked to her Mother and her Father. When they returned to Hamburg, she would have to tell them much.

Chris had been nervous when they walked up the Paveway to Robert´s Family Home. Anna had just squeezed her right Hand. And that had been enough.

Truly? The Blonde had expected accusations to be levelled at her. But Robert´s Mother – a petite, lithe Woman with ashen blonde Hair – had just hugged her and looked long at her. “You have meant much to Robert Christine.” What could have been an accusation was none. None at all. “He spoke much about you, and I know he will be happy that you will attend his Funeral.”

It had cost Chris considerable self-discipline not to well up. “Thank you, Frau von Hardenberg,” she had said softly, “Some Things are just not meant to be ….”

Robert´s Mother said nothing but hugged her a second time.

Robert´s Father, tall, keeping himself upright with a Soldier´s bearing, was in his Eighties. He had looked sternly at Chris, and she steeled herself for a stern rebuke, but Christoph von Hardenberg surprised her, “I see now what Robert meant, Frau von der Marwitz. You are a Warrior. A Warrior and an Artist. I know he had difficulties accepting that. But in the End, he did. And we are grateful you did him Justice. Robert will rest in Peace now.”

Chris had replied nothing. She just could not. Just nodded. Sophie had gently touched her on her Back. And that soft Touch comforted her. Anna´s right Hand touched her left – as if by accident.

It was not, Chris knew.

The Present:

“Chris,” Anna whispered, “What?” The Parish had risen, “Stand up!” Anna whispered. Chris rose calmly and measured. The Priest strode down the Aisle of the Chapel. The Pianist stood. The Service began ….

“Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ!” The Priest intoned, “We have come here together to lay our Brother Robert von Hardenberg to Rest.” ….

Later:


Chris sat down at the Grand Piano. Anna´s Bow hovered over the Strings of the Stradivarius. Sophie´s left Hand rested on the Grand Piano. The black lacquered Wood felt warm to the Touch. The Lawyer looked at the Congregation. Sophie had been surprised by Robert´s Request and felt honoured.

She had never met him personally.

Chris had never talked much about him, especially after they had broken up. The greater the Surprise now. She shot Chris a look. The Pianist´s Hands hovered over the Keyboard. She nodded slightly. And she and Anna began to play …...

Chris's fingers touched the first Keys.

The Tones stood crystal clear in the Air. Anna played at times above, sometimes below the melodic Line.

Sophie´s warm, dark shimmering silken Mezzo filled the Chapel:



“Lascia ch’io pianga

mia cruda sorte,

e che sospiri

la libertà.


Il duolo infranga

queste ritorte

de’ miei martiri

sol per pietà.”



Translation:



Let me weep over

my cruel fate,

and let me sigh for

liberty.


May sorrow shatter

these chains,

of my torments

out of pity alone.

G. F. Händel, Lascia Chio pianga. Soprano; Julia Lezhneva


Sarah McKenzie looked around. She was no religious Person at all. Far from it. But even she could not escape the Spell of this sweet and sad Music. She had a certain Idea of how difficult it was to perform for the blonde Pianist at this Moment. “And she does it nevertheless,” The Canadian smiled. That Will Power, that discipline, was one of the things she admired about Chris.

Next to her Butt, her strong soft Feet, and her full firm Bossom.

The Thief had to smile a second Time: She had touched both: Bossom and Feet lately. Firmly. Well, the Pianist had repaid her in kind.

Grand Duchess Anna Alexandrovna Romanova knew, quite a few people were looking at them, not listening, but watching the three Women performing. Not for the Music … for other Things.

The Russian smiled. They all looked splendid. “We must go shopping,” she had told Chris, when the Pianist had informed them, they would attend Robert´s Funeral “I need fitting Heels, a black Dress!”

The Blonde had just smiled with a twinge of Sadness. “We will go shopping, Anna.” Chris paused, “I did not plan for a Funeral either.” Her Tone had been light, but the Violinist knew her best Friend.

There had been more to it.

They had made a Trip to Frankfurt and done some serious Shopping. Which Anna enjoyed and Chris did, why she must.

Now:


At the open Grave, the Community paid the Deceased their Respect. Chris watched as Robert's Fraternity Brothers saluted him with their Sabres. The Banner Bearer lowered the Flag down into the Grave. Held it there for a Spell. They threw his Cap and his Sash in the Grave. It sounded hollow as they hit the Coffin.

Chris winced.

This ancient Ritual? She had witnessed it before. She had never been entirely comfortable with it either. Though she admired its Simplicity on some level. The Blonde looked down at her Feet. “I applied fresh Nail Polish this Morning,” She thought absentmindedly.

Chris and her Friends stood in Line as the Mourners paid their Respects. Finally, it was Chris's Turn. She looked down at the Coffin. Long – at least it felt long to her. The Onlookers watched fascinated as the tall blonde Woman in the classic black Dress, a coat Dress by Catherine Walker and open-toed Platform Heels by Louboutin, with a black veiled Fascinator on her head, the Veil obscuring her upper face, bowed and held the Pose, then stood straight. Her poise rigid.

She clapped into her Hands. Loud. Slowly. Three Times.

“What is she doing?” Natasha whispered,” The Russian was fascinated “She is calling upon the Spirits of the Dead” The Black Lady whispered back calmly “Listen!” Loud and clear Chris spoke in Japanese “That was a Waka” The Thief explained.

They watched:

Chris took an Envelope made of heavy white handmade Paper and threw it into the Grave. “Rest in Peace, Robert,” she said softly and bowed a second Time.

The Thief knew Chris had written the Poem in Kanji in the early Morning: Sarah had watched as the Blonde had knelt on the Tatami and written down the Verses in fluent, elegant Strokes.

Anna stood behind Chris in Line.

She was proud and touched. Proud of how Chris had handled herself. Touched by the Way Chris paid her final Tribute to Robert. Chris turned sharply on her Heels and their Eyes met. And the Russian saw so much in those green Eyes.

She was sure. That the Blonde had found Peace today.

A Melody crossed Anna´s Mind:

“Pie Jesu Domine,

Dona eis requiem sempiternam”

The Heidelberg Affair – as they called it – was over. Anna had to smile. Now they had to prepare for a Wedding: Kirsty and Hayley would tie the knot in May.

There was a lot to be done …

Later:

Chris and her Friends walked down the Pathway. They had been invited by Robert´s Parents to the Wake after the Funeral Service. The Pianist had declined politely, “I understand you better than you know, Blondie,” Sarah McKenzie mused as she watched Chris walking down the curved Way.

A Movement caught her Attention: A blonde, plump Woman stepped into Chris Way … Sarah watched as the Pianist stopped dead in her Tracks. “She knows the Woman,” Sarah mused, “What is it?” Natasha whispered in her left ear, “Shut up!” The Masterthief commanded …

Curiously, Chris looked at the blonde Woman who had barred her Way. The Pianist gave her the once over, taking in every Detail: The black Dress that ended under her Knee was expensive but did not do the Woman´s Rubenesque figure any Favour. The Blonde felt clearly uncomfortable under the penetrating Gaze of Chris´s emerald Eyes.

“I envy her!” the Woman looked at Chris. “How perfect she looks!”

Chris:

I recognize her. Even after all that Time. I think back, when I made my A-Levels at Heidelberg.

I have always been different from many people, “The Freak,” my fellow Students at the prestigious Kurfürst-Friedrich-Gymnasium called me. Not to my Face, though: Not since I broke the nose of the Ringleader, the beautiful but less-than-bright Daughter of a wealthy Lawyer. Kunigunde´s physical Assets were impressive – her Intellect? Not so much …
My Father humiliated Kunigunde´s Father in Court. After that? Kunigunde gave me a wide Berth. Hell, what Father would name his Daughter Kunigunde? It was a curse!

And now, after all this Time, she stands before me. In this Moment. Here. At Robert´s Funeral.”
The other Woman looks into Chris´ Eyes, unsure what to say.

“Kunigunde?” Chris's melodious alto voice broke her out of her Reverie. Kunigunde looked up. Lost for Words. To meet Chris´s Eyes was difficult. The Blonde saw no Judgement there, though – just curiosity.

Anna watched as her best Friend closed the Distance and hugged the other Woman. That was a Surprise. Chris was no “Hugger” as a rule. Especially not Strangers. Then she remembered something … the Woman´s Nose looked as if it had been broken once …

Kunigunde was simply overwhelmed. She felt Chris´ Power, not only the physical Strength. The Pianist broke the Hug – and looked at her former Classmate, “How have you been?” Chris inquired ….


The other Woman was caught in a Maelstrom of Emotions. She had to muster all her Courage to face Chris. In utter Astonishment, she had listened in the Chapel to the Pianist, the tall dark dark-haired Woman playing the Violin, and the Woman with the cat-like green Eyes who sang so wonderfully.

The Scene at the open Grave had touched Kunigunde even more “Kunigunde?” Chris looked inquiringly at her “Come!” the Pianist said gently “Let me introduce you to my Family” she chuckled “A part of it!”


Tentatively, Kunigunde followed the Pianist.

Natasha followed the Scene with a mischievous Smile. “Be nice!” Sarah McKenzie admonished her sternly. The Russian pouted – but kept her Tongue.

Chris smiled at her Friends, “May I introduce Kunigunde to you – a Friend of old!”

Anna kept a straight Face. Barely – Chris had told her the Story once “This is my best Friend Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova” She smiled mischievously at Anna “Anna this is my Friend from Schooldays Kunigunde Altenhofen “My pleasure” the Russian smiled “Anna to my Friends” she shook Kunigundes slightly sweaty Hand, who looked mightily impressed by the Russian.



“Did something happen to your nose?” Anna asked innocently. Kunigunde blushed. “I broke it once.” Chris had to smile but shot the violinist a warning look. “I see,” Anna nodded—perfectly polite. “Come, Kunigunde,” the Pianist smiled at her former Classmate. “There are a few other People you should meet!” and let the voluptuous Blonde to Merit. “This is the honourable Lady Merit of the House of Senemut!”



The Black Lady followed the Introductions with an amused Smile.



The Masterthief looked at Chris. The Pianist seemed at Ease. Something had changed in the last Days. Chris had made her Peace with Robert´s Death. Sarah had not understood all of the Waka, the Pianist had recited at the Lawyer´s open Grave. But the Way Chris spoke told her enough: The Rhythm, the Tempo, the Intonation. As did her Body Language.



It had been one of those Moments when Chris´ Japanese Heritage manifested itself for the World to see. And the Canadian realized another Thing as she watched Chris: The Journey the Blonde had undertaken in these Days at Heidelberg, it had helped her to heal in one than more way.



The Heidelberg Affair was over

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At some Point in the Future we will learn why Kunigunde met Chris at the Cemetery. She had a Reason for showing up. If you are new to this Story, you will find a short Summary a few Post above