Stories of Tie Up Games

Caesar73 wrote: 3 months ago Two more Chapters will follow.

Good! Looking forward to them immensely.

Wonderful writing, Grand Master @Caesar73. You have fine-tuned the suspense and tension to the nth degree. You have beautifully displayed Kate for the tough cookie that she is.

GreyLord wrote: 3 months ago Wonderful writing, Grand Master @Caesar73. You have fine-tuned the suspense and tension to the nth degree. You have beautifully displayed Kate for the tough cookie that she is.

Thank you my fellow Grand Master! I am honoured by your most gracious Words. Kate´s Toughness was tested severly in this last Chapter. Now it is Time for some serious Payback. Kate is normally not one prone to hold Grudges - this Time she might feel different though. Our favourite homicide Detective is hell bent on Revenge.

You won´t have to wait for Chapter 6 too long - Friday at the latest

Here, payback is most appropriate.

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GreyLord wrote: 3 months ago Here, payback is most appropriate.

It truly is .... and it is just started






Josef scanned the Room. Like a shiny chiselled black marble Pillar, he stood behind Cersei´s Seat. Josef, or Josef Akachukwu had come a long way from the small Hamlet in Northern Nigeria to the Caribbean.

He had seen and done unspeakable Things during his Time as a Child Soldier in Nigeria in the Boko Haram´s Service. In some Ways, Cersei had saved his Soul. The maimed and torn Rag that was left of it. Their Bond went deep. He was loyal to a Fault. His Mistress´ had made him her “Hand” – ironically his Birthname meant exactly that “Hand of God”. He was to Cersei what Tyrion Lannister had been to Daenerys Targaryen or as Missandei addressed her:

Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne, Rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, The Mother of Dragons, The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.”

What had saved him many Times during his Time as Child Soldier and beyond was his Instinct. His seventh Sense for Danger. And right now, he sensed it: Danger. Pure immediate Danger. Josef knew better though to interrupt the ongoing Party. Cersei would be very cross if he did that. He enjoyed many Privileges – which the 13-year-old Josef would have never dreamt of. Cersei had elevated him, she could throw him into the Abyss again.

What would he do? He would be ready. He was Cersei´s Hand for a Reason: He knew not many People, who were faster than him with a Gun. Josef was proficient with every Gun. His Gun of Choice? The Desert Eagle Mark XIX, firing the heavy 44 Magnum Round.

He listened intently – but heard only the Sounds of the Sea – and listened to Cersei´s throaty Laughter, Cassandra singing a bad Imitation of “Bring the Sugar and Tea and Rum!” The tall brown-haired Woman had kicked off her High Heels and was dancing on the Table. Olivia´s ruby-red Lips curled into a small ironic Smile she winced. The IT Geek had the perfect Pitch. Josef knew, the Woman with the blonde bob suffered every Time Cassandra sang – which she did always when she had one Glass too many.

Lucullus´ and his Eyes met. The Commander of Cersei´s Special Guards raised his Goblet to him. The greyhead was a formidable Warrior. Ruthless, when the Occasion called for it – but with a Code of Honour Josef respected. Lucullus had been Cersei´s second in Command when they abducted Captain Beckett. He was not a man of many words. Taciturn. Laconic even. But reliable under any Circumstances.

Josef returned Lucullus´ Salute with a curt Nod. The Nigerian listened again – still nothing. But his Spider-Sense tingled more strongly now. Little Tortugas security Systems were strong. Anybody who wanted to get past them had to be very good. There were not many People who could. The Complex was well-guarded.

Cersei smiled as she savoured another Sip of the brown Caribbean Rum. She had to give it to Philomena: The Rum was excellent. If Paradise Island´s CEO knew Cersei had purchased through black Channels some of it? She would fume.

“There are many Things you don´t know Philo!” She smiled maliciously “And to steal your Special Guest from right under your Nose? That was fun!” The Redhead had not yet decided what to do with Captain Beckett. If the American survived the Fox Hunt tomorrow? She would allow Josef to have another Go at her. And then?

Captain Beckett had surprised Cersei. She had not caved in. Not begged. And survived two Hours with Leviathan. She had not expected that much Stamina. Not many People had lasted that long “We will put your Stamina to a final Test, tomorrow Captain!”

Cersei smiled. She raised her empty Glass. Josef knew the Hint. He took it, to get her another Rum. The Redhead stared at Joseph´s muscular, well sculpted Back as he strode to the Sideboard “We will have much fun, Josef!”

Cersei was still a bit tender down south … the Nigerian had been rough. Rougher than usual. She would repay him. In Spades. Josef knew the Bounds …. And he was loyal to the Core. Even in the Bedroom. She looked at her long sharp red Nails … “You will feel them, Josef I promise you that!”


Outside the Control Room:



“Don´t tell me, this wasn´t fun!” Agnetha Ohlson winked at Alecto “Sort of” Alecto shrugged. Her Features remained impassive though. The Swede noticed the half-moon-shaped Scar, which marred the Asian´s Features, gleamed fiery red. The only Sign which betrayed any Emotion on the Asian´s Part “Your People are ready?” Alecto looked her straight in the Eyes. The Swede did not blink “Of course they are. They are already in Position.” She smiled “Sarah and Company should be here any Minute!”


A Corridor not far away:


Sarah McKenzie watched Kate Beckett as she strode ahead “I know the way!” She told the Canadian curtly. The Canadian admired the American´s Resilience. The last 48 Hours must have been a Roller Coaster for the tough Cop. Yet she soldiered on “I expected no less!” The Black Lady smiled. Her Resilience was one thing she admired about Kate Beckett.

They turned the Corner.

Alecto faced Kate Beckett. Her Face betrayed nothing. Only a slight Nod “I should rip your head off you know!” The Brunette challenged the Asian “Try it! When we have taken out Cersei!” Alecto fired back. Truth to be told? So far they never had a fair Fight. Beckett had always been restrained in some way … the Asian was not sure about the Outcome ….

“Deal?” Beckett smiled “Deal” Alecto nodded “I will not only try Alecto! Be sure of that!” Beckett smiled ominously.

“Right Children, after we have exchanged Pleasantries” The Masterthief cut in “We have a job to do!”

Sarah McKenzie took charge “This is what we will do!”


Cersei´s Quarters:


Cersei was just in the Mood: She watched at Penelope and Artemisia hungrily. The Evil Twins looked gorgeous in their blue Gowns – which hugged their curvaceous Bodies. Both had shod their Sandals. Their Cheeks were rosy.

A wicked Smile curled Cersei´s Lips ….

“Josef! Bring the Ropes! Lots of them!” Josef nodded. He knew his Boss´ Moods and well enough not to Question her Orders – especially not, when she was in the Mood to play …..


Later:


“Aren´t they a beautiful sight?” Cersei pointed on the large Dinner Table. The Onlookers cheered “Yeah!” Cassandra laughed “They do always look good – especially in Ropes!” “They” were Penelope and Artemisia. They lay on the Table´s Surface made of Glass. Tightly Hogtied. Stripped down to their Underwear. Which meant lacy blue Panties only. Fullback Panties! “How modest!” Cassandra chuckled and slapped the Twins firmly on their Butts.

Their large – 2,5 Inch -Ballgags contorted their Faces into an involuntary Grin. Both Women drooled profusely, Cersei smiled at her Guests “Thank you for your generous Gifts Ladies!” Each Woman in the Room had contributed their Panties to the Gags.

If the Evil Twins had been able to lower their Heads their Chins had been rested in a large Pool of Drool. They could not lower their Heads because their long gleaming black Tresses had been braided and tied to their bound big Toes. Their Fingers were pressed against their Heels.

Penelope was aroused. Pretty much so. She giggled into her Gag as Cersei raked her Nails across her wrinkled Soles. She strained against her Bonds: To tug at the tight Crotch Rope. She felt the Heat of her Sister´s Body next to her – who was entertained by Cassandra. Cersei had welded their Elbows together. And tied their legs in five Places. Neat symmetrical Ropebands.

Penelope had not resisted much. Playfully only. She knew their Mistress. The Twin´s elevated Status in the Hierarchy had its Privileges – to be tied up by the Boss was one of them. Of course: Penelope liked to dominate other People: What fun had it been to handle the feisty American today? The hogtied Woman tugged stronger at her Crotchrope in a frenzy. She imagined Kate Beckett in her red Bikini, her red Sandals tied to the Pole.

That Picture alone was enough to send Penelope over the Threshold: The Orgasm was immensely powerful: Her Eyes rolled back in her Head as she rode the Wave. She was just coming to Earth again when the large ebony double Door exploded – Splinters buzzed through the Air like a Swarm of angry Hornets …

Several blinding Flashes.

Penelope´s still befuddled Brain did not comprehend what was happening …her Ears were still ringing …

“Sorry to interrupt your little Party!” A cool melodious Alto Voice cut into the Silence “I hope we are not spoiling the Mood!”


Minutes earlier: The Corridors to Cersei´s Quarters:


Her Steps on the bare Concrete felt eerily Loud in Kate´s Ears. She had taken the Lead – and neither Sarah nor Alecto had objected. The Brunette banned all the little Pains of her Body in a deep dark Cell – and threw the Key away. The Adrenaline cursing through her Veins helped too “You will pay Cersei!” Kate vowed to herself.

They had reached the Top Floor. Cersei´s Quarters were not far anymore … the unmistakable Sounds of a rousing Party were clearly audible. Sarah watched Kate´s Back as she strode ahead. The Brunette was tense like a Rattlesnake ready to attack. They moved along more carefully now, the nearer they came to the Enemy´s Heart.

The younger Black Lady would have cut said Heart out gladly – with a Spoon. The Master Thief smiled “Because it hurts more!” The matured Masterthief would use a Japanese Dagger – one Chris von der Marwitz had presented her with of late. That Gesture had surprised her. The Weapon was ancient – made by a famous Swordsmith – Centuries old. It had been after the Heidelberg Affair. The Blonde had said not much. The Pianist was not a Woman of many Words “You let your Music speak or your Swords Blondie” The Canadian smiled. And yet that Gesture said so much about the Pianist.

They were not far from the Entrance to Cersei´s Quarters … the Sounds grew louder.

Finally, they stood before the Door. A massive, large double Wing-Door made of Ebony. The Canadian pointed at its Hinges. Two of Agnetha Ohlson´s Commandos sneaked forward and hefted Charges on them. Two more at the Door´s Center. They stepped back.

The Attackers retreated around the Corner. With a grim Smile, the Canadian produced a small remote Control with a red and a green Button and gave it to Kate “I leave the Honour to you!” The Ghost of a Smile curled the American´s Lips “Thank you!” The Canadian noticed the Fatigue. The Fatigue and the iron Resolve beneath.

Sarah McKenzie checked her Watch “On my Mark Kate!” Seconds passed “Now!” The Thief commanded. Kate pressed the green Button. With a deafening Bang, the Door disintegrated into Splinters. Alecto and McKenzie hurled Flashgrenades through the Smoke, which detonated with a blinding Flash.

Sarah pointed at the Remnants of the Door “After me!” their HK 416 Automatic Rifles at the ready, they charged the large Dining Room. A spectacular Sight greeted them, as the acid-thick white Smoke cleared slowly.

The expensively, lavishly decorated Room was a battlefield: Several Figures lay moaning on the Floor, groaning. One large Chair—made of Mahagonny—lay askew on its left Side, its High Back splintered. On the massive Glass Table, two tightly hogtied Afro-American women lay almost naked, sporting massive blue harness ball gags. Their gleaming black curls tied to their Toes.

The Attackers fanned out. Sarah McKenzie, Alecto and Kate in Front “Where the Hell is Cersei?” The American scanned the Room … out of the Periphery of her Vision, she spotted Movement. Contrary to her Team Members Kate had switched Weapons: Shouldered the Assault Rifle and gripped her heavy HK 23 Handgun firmly with two Hands ….

At Work, Kate used the Standard Firearm of the NYPD, the Glock 19. The HK 23 had been developed by the German Gun Manufacturer Heckler & Koch for the US Special Forces. With its 45 ACP Round, it carried a heavy Punch. The American had grown to love that Gun recently.

Once it had saved Anna's Life:


“Finish her off – and take her head and her hands” Anck-Sun-Amun ordered her minions coldly “Pharaoh will be pleased to add them to his collection!”

Two of them turned Anna on her back. The Russian just groaned softly. One Minion produced an evil-looking large curved dagger, knelt next to Anna, saying a soft prayer in the old Egyptian tongue under her breath. At the same moment that she lunged out to sink the dagger deep into Anna´s chest, two shots fired almost simultaneously rang out.

Out of nowhere, a large hole appeared in the forehead of the wannabe executioner, punched into her skull by two high-powered 45 ACP projectiles, her head disintegrated into a red mist of blood, tissue, brain matter and bones, the dagger fell clattering to the floor as the near headless woman´s body sank in slow motion back on the black Marble.

“What the hell!” Anck-Sun-Amun wheeled around. There stood Sophie and Kate their weapons firmly trained at them, ready to fire again, their guns unwavering,


Before:


Josef had reacted Split Seconds before the Massive Door disintegrated – out of pure primordial Instinct. The same that had saved his life so many Times in Nigeria. He had gripped Cersei tightly at both Upper Arms, threw her on the Floor, and covered her Body with his own. Not one Moment too early: The Door exploded, and he felt the Shockwave´s Heat sweep over them. Splinters missed them. Thanks to the Table. He kept his Eyes closed, he knew what would follow: The Bangs, the blinding Flashes of Flashbangs. His right Hand closed around the Grip of his Desert Eagle. Josef knew: Speed and Surprise were his, were their only Chance. He had to get Cersei out of here.

His Speed and Precision had more than once saved his Life. Josef also knew their Attackers had to be highly trained Professionals. They had infiltrated the Base. Taken out the Guards without raising the Alarm, which meant they had taken the Control Room too. Who were they? He had his Suspicions: Their Shadow World was small. Few People could pull off an Operation like that on short Notice. Alecto? Probably. But not alone.

Josef felt Cersei moving under him. The Villainess groaned ….

“Sorry to interrupt your little Party!” A cool melodious Alto Voice cut into the Silence “I hope we are not spoiling the Mood!” Josef had heard this Voice before, he had a good Memory for Voices – for Music. Christine von der Marwitz would have told him he had the absolute Pitch and real musical Talent … if Life had been different if not Islamist Rebels had murdered his Family in Front of him, raped his Mothers and Sisters, and cut his Tongue out ….

Josef counted down to Three. With one fluid Motion, he rose. Kept Cersei down with left foot. The Redhead was clever enough to keep still. She trusted Josef – and she knew he was his only Chance to get out of here in one Piece. The South African had recognized the Voice too: Her Nemesis. And when the Black Lady was here, Alecto was here too “I should have killed Alecto two Days ago” Cersei bit her Lip. The South African smelled the coppery Taste of Blood …

To Kate, all happened in Slow Motion. And in High Speed. She knew that Feeling, Kate Beckett. The Moment Time froze – and everything around her went still. Like a silent Movie from the Old Days of Cinema. When the Actors did not speak. Moving Pictures only. From under the Table, the massive black Giant rose, the man he knew as Josef. In his right Hand was a gleaming Gun “Desert Eagle!” her Brain told her.

He aimed directly at Sarah McKenzie. The Thief would never get out of the Line of Fire in Time. Kate´s Brains calculated Time, Speed, and Trajectory like a Supercomputer. The Nigerian pulled the Trigger. Kate a split second earlier. Once, twice, thrice. A double Tab to the Chest, the third Shot to the Head.

Josef´s Head simply exploded as the massive 45 ACP Projectile punched through his Forehead. As if in Slow Motion the Giant fell backwards and crashed to the Floor with a Thud “David stroke Goliath down!” it shot through Kate´s Mind. She scanned the Room for the next Target.

Sarah McKenzie whirled around, her Rifle at the ready, aiming at the Point where Josef just stood. Her coal-black Eyes met Beckett´s icy grey ones. The Detective was still aiming at the Place where the Giant had stood. The Gun did not waver a fraction of an Inch “Stand down Detective! He is dead!” The Masterthief said quietly. For a second, Kate hesitated, then she holstered her Gun “Aye!”

She paused and looked back at Sarah “Where is Cersei!”

“Found her!” Alecto smiled. The Assassin had grabbed the Criminal by her right Hand and pulled her onto her Feet – not very gently. The Redhead had lost her Sandals in the Process. She looked dishevelled – but furious. Her Eyes blazing “F*ck yourself B*tch!” she hissed.

“You!” She hurled at the Canadian “I should have known! It could be only you! Without you, they would have been lost!” She spat at Alecto “That B*tch and Philo got what they deserved, they got!”

“You were always a sore loser!” Sarah McKenzie smiled cooly. She looked over her Shoulder “Natasha!” “Yes!” The Russian almost delivered a Salute “Tie that Bitch up, tie her really up!” Natasha smiled coyly “I will not disappoint you, Mistress!” “You better do not!” The Black Lady smiled. A Smile Natasha knew only too well. She was in high Spirits. The Russian had not had that much fun in a while.

She strode at the still-struggling Cersei. The black-haired Woman stopped inches Away from the Villainess and smiled down at her. The Russian was considerably taller than Cersei “Listen. We can do this the hard way or the really hard way? What do you think?” The two Women stared at each other. Cersei sensed the other Woman´s Aura “Rot in Hell!” She hissed “It is the hard way then!” Natasha smiled “You will assist me Alecto?”

“Gladly!” The Asian smiled cooly.

Agnetha Ohlson had followed the Proceedings with rapt Attention “What shall we do with those?” Her second-in-command interrupted her “Secure them!” She looked at the two Women at the Dinner-Table “Those two are already packaged for Travel!”

Penelope was still in a state of Shock. The Detonation. The Shooting. She struggled against her Bonds. She registered dimly what happened around her. She sensed more, than she saw it, that someone stood before her. From her prone Position, she could not see much. She stared at gleaming black Body Armour? It was a Woman. Almost absentmindedly she noticed the Combat Gear. A Holster. A Combat Knife. Fingers grabbed her firmly under her Chin, forced her to look upright. To look in keen grey Eyes, who stared down at her.

“Good evening!” Kate Beckett smiled “So lovely to see you again!” Penelope couldn´t read that beautiful Face with the most amazing Cheekbones she had ever seen. She had looked at that Face before and looked into those keen grey Eyes. Several Hours before, they stared back at her defiantly as she and Artemisia prepared her for Leviathan. Now? They looked cool and calculating at her.

“Karma is a Bitch isn´t it?” The Homicide Detective sounded perfectly conversational – as if talking about the Weather “You did not expect that, didn´t you?” Beckett smiled “I owe you something – and I will repay my debt.” The Brunette paused “Don´t go away!” The Detective turned briskly on her Heels – and walked out on the Patio.

Sarah McKenzie had followed that Exchange. And looked after her, as the Detective left the Room. She knew that the American had to vent some steam. Kate Beckett kept herself together remarkably well. But she expected no less. If the Detective needed a Shoulder to cry on? She would be there. Not that she really expected Beckett would. The Brunette was tough.

The last two days may have rattled her. The Experience with Leviathan – and there was something more. But Sarah McKenzie was patient – as any good Grandmother would be. She smiled “Me Grandmother? Of this Bunch?”

The Canadian turned to Alecto and Natasha who had transformed Cersei into a tightly compressed Ball of Human Flesh. Her Head was covered by a heavy discipline Helmet. Her Forehead tightly pressed on her Knees. Toes tied back to her Ankle Bonds.

“Good job!” She smiled at Natasha “Thank you, Mistress!” The Russian smiled back and bowed mockingly. Sarah McKenzie looked around: Agnetha Ohlson´s People were busy “processing” the other Guests of the Party:

Olivia still could not comprehend what had happened. One Moment she had chatted animatedly with Cassandra the next she found herself lying on the Floor. The brown-haired Cassandra softly moaning next to her. Blinding Flashes, deafening Bangs. Now she sat stripped down to her green Panties in a tight Shrimp-Tie cross-legged on the Floor. Ropes forced her to keep her Head only Centimetres from the Floor. She had been crotch-roped, her Hands tied in an uncomfortable Reverse-Prayer-Tie. Olivia drooled profusely on the Floor: The Harness-Ball-Gag was very large.

Next to her Cassandra danced in a Strappado Tie on the Balls of her right Foot. The Heel of her left Foot pressed tightly against her Buttock. Olivia could not see it, but the brown-haired Woman´s upper Body was almost parallel to the Floor. Her Head had been enshrouded in Silk Scarves – only the Nose protruded from the Many Layers of Silk. Cassandra did not know it but her Captors had gagged her with several Pairs of Panties. The Vibrator lodged in her Pussy encouraged her to dance.

The Canadian looked to the Floor: There lay the Body of a Man with silver-grey cropped Hair. He stared with unseeing Eyes at the Ceiling. One massive Splinter of Mahagonny Wood protruded from his left Eye. The Masterthief felt no Pity.

“Sarah!” The petite Swede called her “We are ready! All Guess packaged up, my IT-Specialist copied all relevant Data from the Servers!” “Good Work!” The Masterthief smiled and turned to the “Guests of Cersei´s Party “Listen you sorry Bunch of Losers!” This Announcement was greeted by muffled Moans and Protests “We could have fed you all to the Sharks. But where would be the fun in that?” More Protests “Shut up!” The Canadian raised her Hand “Since we are generous we left the Means to free yourself – somewhere in this Room” She paused and smiled wickedly “You just have to find them! “In the Morning we will contact the Authorities. If I were you? I would be gone before they arrive!”

“Sarah?” The Canadian turned around. Beckett had come back in the devasted Dining-Room “Yes?” McKenzie looked keenly at the Detective “I have an Idea!” The Brunette paused “Two actually”

“Shoot!” The black-haired Woman smiled “I have the Feeling I will like your Ideas!” Kate smiled back “You will like them, believe me! Listen, this is what we will do!” The American talked – and Sarah McKenzie´s smile grew broader and more wicked “Yes Kate, I do like your Ideas!” The Masterthief turned to Alecto and Natasha who had followed the Exchange “You heard the Lady!”


Two Hours later, the Complex´ Harbour:



It was a clear, cloudless Night in the Caribbean, the full Moon high in the Sky. Its cold clear light turning the Sea to molten Silver. The Breakers rolled gently at the white Beach. A perfect Night, a romantic Night. Only one Thing spoiled the romantic Scene:

At the large Pier a U-Boat laid at Anchor. It had some Similarities with a British Attack-Submarine of the Astute Class – but there were some Differences too: The large rectangular opening behind the Control Tower for Instance. And the Boat was larger – over 100 Metres from Bow to Stern.

An Observer would have noticed a most strange Procession moving along the Pier to the Submarine. In front was a group of armed Women in Body armour. They were followed by three Gurneys. On each Gurney was one of those Travel Modules Kate Beckett would have recognized had she not been unconscious when her Captors prepared her for Travel. Another Group of armed Women formed the Van.

The three Modules were transferred on Board. A short while later the Submarine made up Steam and parted from the Pier. Whoever was at the Helm knew what they were doing. No Navy Submarine could have made the Manoeuvres more smoothly. There was almost no Noise.

The Boat made a U-Turn and for the open Sea.

As Silent as a Ghost it vanished into the Night ….


The Submarine later:


Kate listened absentmindedly to the soft Noises of the U-boat machines. She had kicked off her Combat boots and sat on her cot, her Ankles crossed. The Adrenaline Rush had subsided. Now she felt the Fatigue, all the little Pains more keenly. The Brunette was content though. She had survived Leviathan, she had beaten Cersei. She had not given in. A weak Smile curled her Lips: Cersei had gotten a healthy Dose of her own Medicine and she and the Evil Twins would be in for a tough Ride.

They had packaged the Criminal and her two Henchwomen the same way Kate had been when she they abducted her. It was 48 Hours only since then, but it felt much longer. And she would have Words with Alecto. That whole Affair had not been Part of the Deal they struck in Switzerland. It should have been Fun and Games – within Reason. An Encounter with an artificial Sea Serpent, a cruel Bastinado hat not been Part of the Deal “Alecto you owe me!” Kate mused.

A firm Knock at the Door interrupted her Mind´s Carousel “Enter!” Sarah McKenzie stepped over the Threshold and closed the Door behind her “Request Permission to sit!” The Canadian smiled “Permission granted!” Kate pointed to the Stool in the left Corner next to the Cabin´s Door – and suppressed a Yawn.

Gracefully the Master Thief sat, stretched her legs and sighed contentedly “What!” Beckett shot, noticing the black-haired Woman´s lopsided Grin. She knew that Smile “Say nothing! Not a Word!” Kate warned her Guest “Me?” Sarah McKenzie still smiled “Why should I say anything? She shrugged “I know you!” The Brunette countered grudgingly. The Canadian surprised her though “I just wanted to check if you are okay” She replied calmly “The last two Days must have been hard on you” The Canadian looked intently at Kate – long “How are you, Kate? How are you really?”

The Brunette was about to snap something back, then she sighed “I have been better. But it could have been worse” A small smile curled her Lips “I feel as if am talking to my Grand Ma you know”

“That´s me” Sarah chuckled “And now tell me: How are you? I saw the Marks and I noticed the slight Limp” She smiled “You covered that well though!”

They talked long. At some point, Kate simply fell asleep. Gently Sarah covered the sleeping Detective with a Blanket “Sleep well, Kate!”

Gently she closed the Door behind her – and vowed to herself to do some really nasty Things to Cersei and the Evil Twins.

Purposefully she walked to the Ship´s Command Centre. Expectantly Natasha, Alecto and Agnetha looked at her “How is New York´s Finest?” Alecto asked with only the slightest trace of Jest. The Asian´s serene Features gave nothing away “She is sleeping. Tomorrow she will be alright.” The Canadian replied evenly.

She smiled still – but her coal-black Eyes seemed to drill into Alecto´s equally Black Eyes “If you and Philo had not screwed up, none of this would have happened.” Both Women stared at each other – Alecto broke Eye Contact first.

Agnetha Ohlson was impressed. This was the first Time she had been on the Job with the Black Lady – the Canadian was a natural Leader. She had acted quickly, decisively – and without Hesitation. The Swede remembered someone saying about the Masterthief “No better Friend. No worse, Enemy.” Now, Agnetha understood why.

She felt someone looking at her, turned and looked into the smiling Face of Natasha Bolkonskaya. The Russians' dark Eyes were of a burning Intensity – a small smile curled her full blood-red Lips. Agnetha blushed – to Natasha´s Amusement.

“I am tired” The Russian´s Voice was dark and slightly husky “You want to join me?”

“Yes, why not!” Agnetha returned “Wait what did I just say?” she chided herself but could not resist. It was as if the Russian had bewitched her. Agnetha followed the Russian out of the Command Centre. The Canadian and the Russian exchanged a look. Sarah McKenzie winked at the Russian …

Agnetha was in for an interesting Night. That was for sure.

“You!” The Master Thief turned to the smiling Alecto “Report to my Quarters in thirty Minutes for debriefing! Are we clear?” “Crystal Clear Mum!” The Assassin snapped to Attention – and suppressed the Impulse to deliver a crisp Salute “Don´t overdo it!” A small Voice in her Head whispered. Alecto had a fairly good Idea of what the Canadian´s Idea of “Debriefing” was. But that was a Bullet she had to bite.

“I will look after our Cargo!” The black-haired Woman turned swiftly on her Heels and left. On her way out she looked back over her left Shoulder “Thirty Minutes Alecto!” Her Smile now ominous “Not one Minute later! Remember!” and strode out of the Command Centre.

Alecto sighed – but had once more to admire the Way the Canadian, who was in her early Forties, as she knew, moved. Like a large Predator “No” Alecto corrected herself “She is a Black Panther”

Two Minutes later Sarah McKenzie opened the massive metal Door to the Cargo Hold, after entering a complex Sequence of Numbers into a Keypad. She stepped over the Threshold. The Door fell shut behind her with a gentle Thud.

On three Bunks three Transport Modules were anchored. The Canadian checked the Control Displays of each. All Parameters were normal. The Persons inside the Caskets were deep asleep and experiencing vivid erotic Dreams. With a wicked Smile, Sarah McKenzie changed the Settings: Now the Dreams would be even more intense.

She unlocked the first Module on the left. Its Lid swung open with a soft Hiss. Sarah McKenzie smiled down on a tightly restrained Cersei. The Villainess was restrained the same way, Kate Beckett had been, when she had been transported to Little Tortuga. The only Difference? The Neoprene Suit was emerald Green. The only Part of her Body not covered? Her bare Feet. Big Toes tied, Insteps strapped together.

Lustfully the Thief cupped Cersei´s full Breasts and squeezed them “Good Dreams!” The Canadian smiled “Tomorrow we will have much fun together! A certain Brunette is hellbent on visiting serious Payback!”

The Thief closed the Module and went to the one in the Middle. Its Occupant was a Woman of Afro-American Decent. Restrained identically to Cersei. The only Difference: The Suit was blue, as was that of the third Individual: The Evil Twins had an impressive Physique “I have to give you that – the Thief smiled as she squeezed Penelope´s right Breast while squeezing Artemisia´s left simultaneously.

Sarah smiled that devious Smile that was so creepy “We have a nice Surprise for you tomorrow! For you and your Boss! What do they say? Payback is a Bitch!”

The Canadian looked at her Watch “I would stay gladly you know!” And squeezed the Breasts tighter “Alas we have to part! Duty calls – you know! I have to conduct a debriefing!”

Two Minutes later the Woman with the stylish black Bob was on the way to her Quarters “This will be fun!” On her way, she checked on Kate. The Detective slept, her Features calm and relaxed “Sleep well Katie, Grand Ma is watching over you!” Gently she closed the Door and strode to her Cabin “Alecto, I am coming!”


Natasha´s Cabin around the same Time:


A stark naked tall athletic Woman knelt on her Cot. Her shiny curly black Hair fell down in gentle Waves down over her muscular Shoulders. Natasha Bolkonskaya smiled down at Agnetha Ohlson “You have nice Boobs, very nice Boobs” she purred. Her husky Alto Voice sent Shivers of Exaltation through the petite Swede's Body. Agnetha was proud of her full and firm Boobs. She shook them invitingly. Gently the Russian cupped them. Natasha noticed the mischievous Twinkle in the crystal blue Eyes of the other Woman.

The Russian was sure she was smiling. Natasha could be not sure: A broad blue silken Scarf hid the Swede´s lower Face and three Pairs of Panties “You have a very gaggable Mouth you know!” The dark-haired Woman put a finger on the Blonde´s silk-covered Lips. Agnetha moaned and grated her Hips and struggled playfully against the silken Scarfs, which held her in a tight Spreadeagle on Natasha´s Bunk.

It would be a long Night! Natasha smiled wickedly and bowed between the Swede´s splayed muscular Things.

“You are a true Blonde!” the Russian chuckled: Agnetha´s pubic Hair was neatly trimmed -and inhaled deep “It smells like Teen Spirit!”

Agnetha groaned as the Russian´s hot moist Tongue touched her most intimate Spots … she worked slow, tantalizing slow ….


The next Morning: Paradise Island


Philo and Julia stood at the Quay and watched as its Skipper manoeuvred the Tigerfish skillfully to its Berth. Captain Rowan McGuire, Royal Navy (Retired) was the first Woman who had commanded an Attack Submarine of the Astute Class, the HMS Agamemnon. Thanks to the Old Boy´s Network her Career and Advancement to High Command had hit a Roadblock. A friend of old had tipped Philo off and she had made McGuire an Offer. Both Women had never regretted their Meeting.

Philo had felt immense Relief as Agnetha sent the Codeword “Hammerhead” around Midnight: That the Rescue Mission had been successful “Where are you, my Love?” Julia squeezed her right Hand gently “Nothing” the Briton demurred curtly “Guilty Conscience?” The Redhead smiled sweetly “Shut up!” Her Wife huffed “Or you spend the Night on the Floor!”

Julia smiled. She knew her better Half.

“There they come!” Julia pointed at the Gangway. The Rescue Party left the Boat. Sarah McKenzie in the Lead. The Masterthief looked immensely pleased with herself. Philo concentrated though on the third Woman: Kate Beckett wore her brunette Mane open. Stylish Sunglasses at the Top of her Hair, a white Blouse, beige Capri Pants and Max-Mara Wedge Sandals. Caroline had skimmed through Kate´s Wardrobe “She will feel more comfortable with her own Clothes on” Caro had argued. And Philo had voiced no objections.

The Detective looked relaxed Philo found. Their Eyes met and the Brunette treated the Owner of Paradise Island with a long look of her keen grey Eyes. She kept her Face neutral. And nodded slightly. Philo knew perfectly well that nothing was forgiven or forgotten. She did not know Beckett well enough to know if the Captain was prone to hold Grudges. Philo sighed.

The “Welcome Ceremony” had been a bit awkward, and Kate was happy as the Doors of the Limousine closed, which would transfer her to her Bungalow “I need some quiet time and rest – and a long soak!” she mused “Welcome Captain!” The Chauffeur greeted her friendly. It was Peter, the same Driver who had driven them, Caro and her, to the Villa – where they had found Philo, Julia, Agnetha and Alecto tied up “Thank you!” She smiled warmly.

Kate opened the Door of her Bungalow. She stepped over the Threshold and kicked her Wedges of her Feet. The polished wooden Teak Floor felt cool under her Soles. The Brunette sighed “It has been only three Days, but it feels much longer.” Only now she realized the Flowers on the Table along with a Bottle Champaign in a Cooler.

While Philo had given her only a perfunctory Welcome and the excuse of a proper Hug, her Wife had greeted her cordially “We have a surprise prepared for you!” Julia smiled warmly “ Do whatever you want, if you want a Massage or any other Spa Treatment just tell Caroline!” “Where is she anyway?” Kate frowned “She will join you in Time! We have a Surprise prepared for you!” The Redhead smiled enigmatically “We will see each other in the Evening for Dinner at the Villa again!”

Kate looked forward to delivering some serious Payback to Cersei and the Evil Twins. She had watched with immense Satisfaction, as the three Transport Modules had been rolled away “Rot in Hell!” She already had some Plans – the Brunette had discussed them with Alecto, Natasha and Sarah at Breakfast – which was surprisingly good. Especially the Coffee – which had been as she liked it: Black and Strong – it had been Ethiopian Coffee: Sidama! Sarah McKenzie had smiled as she watched the childlike Joy displayed on Kate´s Features “I knew you would like it!”

At Times the American was still fascinated by how their Relationship with the Master Thief had developed over Time – considering their first Meeting … in the very early Stages of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection. Now the Canadian had become Part of the Family “Grand Ma” they mocked her. And the Blacky Lady had emulated that Role.

Kate padded to the massive wooden Table. The Flower Bouquet was exquisite. It filled the Room with all kinds of Caribbean Fragrances. On the Table, Kate discovered a Card, made from the same handmade Paper she already knew. The clear elegant Hand she knew too:

“The Trail ….” The Detective mused – and looked closer at the Floor: On the Floor, Kate noticed pink Flower Petals leading like a Trail to the Bedroom. The Door was closed. She was about to push it open “No, you will not walk into another unarmed into another Trap!” – a small Voice in her Head admonished her. She did not Trust Philo and Company – after her recent Adventures! “Not as far as I can throw them!”

The Brunette padded to her portable Gun Safe and entered the Code. It opened with a soft Click. Kate gripped the Glock, cocked the Gun and chambered a Round “You are really paranoid” She chided herself “But better safe than sorry!” the Voice whispered again “Right then!” Kate said to nobody in particular and straightened herself.

The Brunette gripped the Gun firmly with both Hands. Carefully she sneaked nearer to the Door. With her left Heel Kate kicked it open and charged in, scanning the Room. Her Eyes fell on the Bed. Her Eyes widened, then she could not help, but laugh. Kate secured the Gun and laid it on the Sideboard.

From the Bed Caro looked up at her, smiling around the large red Ball Gag “You are drooling on my Mattress!” Kate chided her Chaperone. The young Woman who looked so much like Beyonce wore a white Skirt and a white Top, which formed a nice Contrast to her Skin.

Caro had been hogtied with a black Rope “You look far too comfortable!” Kate chuckled. Caro´s Arms had been tied in a Boxtie, her legs in four Places, her big Toes had been tied together and back to her Arm Bonds.

“What shall I do with you?” The Detective hopped on the Bed, smiling wickedly, and raked her Fingernails across Caro´s wrinkled Soles.

Soon muffled Peals of Laughter filled the Cabin.

Well, this one read very much like a film-script in the best possible way!

Fun and games as the payback begins. @Caesar73, your descriptive powers are excellent, and your story is always first-rate. Kate was put through the mill. Now, it is her turn.

As they say, 'what comes around, comes around!' There's nothing like payback!

LunaDog wrote: 3 months ago As they say, 'what comes around, comes around!' There's nothing like payback!

Very true my Friend It will get even better. What I can tell you? Kate will enact some serious Payback in the next Chapter .... and in Chapter 8 you will ... [...] Ooops ... sorry cannot say more. Operational Security you understand

Nainur wrote: 3 months ago Well, this one read very much like a film-script in the best possible way!

I agree. But then, most of @Caesar73 stories could be Netflix movies.

slackywacky wrote: 3 months ago

Nainur wrote: 3 months ago Well, this one read very much like a film-script in the best possible way!

I agree. But then, most of @Caesar73 stories could be Netflix movies.

Thank you so much @Nainur and @slackywacky !

Caesar73 wrote: 3 months ago

slackywacky wrote: 3 months ago I agree. But then, most of @Caesar73 stories could be Netflix movies.

Thank you so much @Nainur and @slackywacky !

Just remember to pay me royalties

slackywacky wrote: 3 months ago

Caesar73 wrote: 3 months ago

slackywacky wrote: 3 months ago I agree. But then, most of @Caesar73 stories could be Netflix movies.

Thank you so much @Nainur and @slackywacky !

Just remember to pay me royalties

I will my Friend! I will! Work on Chapter Seven progressed nicely. The first Draft might be even complete today. I can tell you on thing: The Black Lady will go full Black Lady

Well grand master @Caesar73 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again when does the series hit the television for now others agree your writing is like the perfect script for a very pleasant, very raunchy and very sexy little programme

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Bandit666 wrote: 3 months ago Well grand master @Caesar73 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again when does the series hit the television for now others agree your writing is like the perfect script for a very pleasant, very raunchy and very sexy little programme

Thank you dear Friend for your Praise and your continued Support!









Darkness and Silence. Cersei´s World – or Daphne´s van Ackeren in her former life, a life that was so far away that it seemed like the relics of Dream, a Dream almost forgotten – was shrouded in Darkness and Silence. Normally Darkness and Silence would have helped her to Focus. Not this Time.

Vivid Erotic Fantasies filled her Mind: Josef having his way with her, she raked her long Nails across his muscular Back, in the Dungeons, Cersei whipping a naked Kate Beckett, standing in a spread-eagle on the stone Floor …. But deep down Cersei knew these were just Dreams: Josef was dead, and Kate Beckett had shot him. His Blood and Brains had sprayed onto her Back.

The Villainess knew that these erotic Dreams were a Side-effect of the powerful hallucinogenic Cocktail she had inhaled on her Transport here. Wherever “here” was. “I am deep down in the Dungeons of Paradise Islands” – few knew about their Existence.

Except for a small, selected Group of Patrons. Cersei had been one of them, till Trouble had come to Paradise Island … During one of her Visits, she had played with another Patron in the Dungeons. That Game had gone out of Hand ….

Cersei had not only been banned – but Philo and Alecto subjected her to cruel Punishment. That had been Years ago. The Redhead had been hellbent on Revenge ever since. And then she learned Kate Beckett would be a Guest on Paradise Island … Her Source had paid her handsomely. Someone influential – who had a Score to settle with the Detective …

She shifted on her Seat: Hundreds of small Knobs pressed into the firm Flesh of her Butt. Her Pussy throbbed, Waves of Heat shot through her Body. Another side-effect of the Cocktail she had been forced to inhale.

“How did I land here?” and shifted uneasily: Cersei had not needed long to discover that she was stuck. Her Predicament was as clever as secure: Basically, she was tied to a Bench with her legs stretched out long before her:

Her Wrists were held high over her Head 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 Cersei tightly against the High Bench. Cersei´s legs were stretched out before her and tied in five Places with neat white Ropebands. Five broad padded leather Straps fastened the Legs to the Bench. Her Ankles seemed to be confined by heavily padded Stocks.

Even Moving her Toes was out of the Question: Each one was tied with a small piece of String to a small bolt, making her Soles hideously vulnerable. When she inhaled through her Nose, the Scent of Leather filled her Nostrils, “A heavy Discipline Helmet,” The Redhead concluded. It compressed her Head with a vice-like Grip. Over the Nature of her heavy Gag Cersei could only speculate. Experience told her: “A heavy, massive Ball Gag – and used Underwear. Much of it.

And there was the cruelly tight Crotchrope.

“How did I land in Dungeons?” In the morning, it had to be morning, her inner Clock told her, she had woken up in a spartan eight by eight Concrete Cell. Cersei had worn a green neoprene Suit, which left her Head and Feet bare.

Her Wrists and Ankles had been shackled with heavily padded Manacles made of gleaming Steel. At least her Handlers had covered her with a warm Blanket “How very considerate,” The Redhead huffed. A stainless steel Sink, a Toilette, a Table, and a Stool completed the Interior. Now Cersei realized what had woken her from slumber:

The heavenly Scent of freshly brewed Coffee: On the Table stood a rich continental Breakfast. The Redhead had tucked in with Gusto. After Breakfast, she had felt sleepy – and woken up in her current Predicament.

Suddenly something, the Atmosphere changed: Cersei was blind, deaf and dumb, but her remaining Senses were unnaturally sharp. Cool, fresh Air touched her hot sweaty skin. Goose Bumps. She sensed the Presence of at least one Person in the Room. The Seconds passed. Now she was sure. There was a Whiff of Perfume in the Air. Rich on the Patchouli Notes. Intoxicating.

Identifying Scents was one of Cersei´s special Abilities. Cersei was a “Nose” – as the Men and Women were called who composed Perfumes. The Scent in the Air? Coco Chanel´s Mademoiselle … and suddenly she knew who her “Visitor” was. The Woman seemed to walk around her, the Scent´s Movements told her – and stood before her.

Cool leather-gloved Fingers glided above her wrinkled Soles … Cersei could not suppress a Shudder. The Impulse to move her Feet was strong. Now she sensed the Presence of a second Person. It was a more masculine Scent: Cedar - Serge Lutens Feminite Du Bois… The Woman stood behind her and Cersei felt her fumbling at the Straps which secured the heavy leather Helmet on her Head. She felt the immense Pressure receding. Finally, the Helmet was pulled from her Head.

The Villainess´ Eyes had to adjust to the sudden Brightness and blinked …. Before her stood a Woman who stared down at her with her cool grey Eyes …. Kate Beckett … her Face with the wonderful Cheekbones a stony Mask. Cersei shuddered. The Detective seemed to radiate Coldness, icy Coldness in Waves, which hit the Redhead like a fist.

“Hello, Cersei!”

Becket's Voice was cold, monochrome – flat. The Redhead noticed the Riding Crop in her right Hand. Kate Beckett touched her with the Riding Crop´s Tip under her Chin and forced her to look up – and straight into her Eyes.

“That´s quite the Turn of Events, don´t you think?” Kate added, almost conversationally ….


Before:



Cool bright Light from large LED Lights enlightened the subterranean Corridor. At its End was a large, massive metal Door. The polished Steel shimmered in the bright Light. Three Women stood before it, all three dressed in Black Leather and gleaming black knee-high Boots. All three were tall and athletically built.

Among them, the Woman on the left stood out: Asian Features with a bright red Scar on the left Side of her Face. On the right stood a Woman with long black Curles which fell down across her broad Shoulders. Her slavonic Cheekbones betrayed her Russian Origin. The Woman in the Centre was the oldest, probably in her Forties. Her shiny black Hair cut in a stylish Bop. A small ironic Smile curled her Lips.

“And your decision stands Mistress?” Natascha Bolkonskaya pouted “Yes, it stands Pet” Sarah McKenzie smiled evenly “Beckett will have the first Go at our Guests. You will have enough time to play with them later.” The Canadian had not raised her Voice – but it was clear that any further Discussion was pointless. “Alecto,” the Black Lady looked intently at the Asian “I know you have a Score to settle with Cersei too, but don´t rip her apart!” Alecto said nothing but nodded, “I won´t” she returned calmly.

Natasha looked at her massive Breitling Pilot Chronometer “Where is Beckett anyway?” “She will be on Time Smartass” returned evenly “There she comes!” Only now the Russian noticed decisive Steps on the Stone. Clicks of high-heeled Shoes in a quick Staccato “Someone is on the Warpath!” Natasha quipped as the Steps came nearer “Behave!” McKenzie scolded her mildly.

A Woman turned the Corner and strode at them:

“Wow!” Natasha uttered “She is indeed on the Warpath!” Kate Beckett wore her brunette Hair in a severe Bun. Dark heavy Eye Makeup. Purple Lips. A white Blouse, a Corsage, black Breeches, and gleaming thigh-high Leather Boots. In her right gloved Hand, she held a riding Crop.

The American stopped a Metre before them, “Her Face is a Mask,” Sarah noticed. The Brunette normally never used that much Makeup, “She wants to cover her Emotions.” The Canadian gave her the once over “Ready?”

“Ready!” Kate nodded. Her Voice was cool and controlled “Chris would be proud of you!” The Canadian smiled and turned to the Door. The System demanded a Code Sequence, a Retina Scan and a Scan of the right Palm.

The massive metal Door swung open with a soft Click, “You guard the Door and take care we are not disturbed!” The Canadian looked sternly at Alecto and Natasha, “We will,” Natasha knew when Mistress meant Business and just nodded. Kate and Sarah stepped over the Threshold. The Door closed noiselessly behind them.

Kate took in the Sight:

“I am in a god damned Dungeon!” “Impressive” The Black Lady chuckled “Isn´t it?” “You read my Mind?” Beckett stared at the black-haired Thief, “It is the usual first Reaction,” Sarah chuckled, “It is impressive.” The Masterthief smiled, “Philo and her Ancestors spared no Effort to create this. There were ever Guests with certain Hobbies at Paradise Island, I have been told!”

“That´s one way to put it,” Kate took the sight in: The large cavernous vaulted Room would have put many Dungeons of Medieval Castles in the Old World to Shame. Torches illuminated it with a flickering light. In the large Furnace, a Fire blazed.

At the Walls: Row after row of torture Instruments: All Sorts of Whips, Canes, Pliers of any Size. An Iron Maiden, a Rack, a Torture Wheel, Spanish Boots … Kate did not even know all the Names of the Torture Instruments “Castle would have known them!” The smallest of Smiles curled her purple Lips.

But only for the briefest of Seconds “I must not think of him, not now!” That would weaken her Resolve. The Brunette forced herself to focus on the “Centre Pieces of the Exhibition” “Domina mode!” Kate smiled. Her whole Posture changed.

On a Bench sat a Woman, her face hidden by a Discipline Helmet: Her pale Skin glistened with Sweat. Her Ankles and Toes were confined by Stocks. The American knew Contraptions like this – intimately “Really?” She looked the Canadian in the Eye “We thought you would like that!” A hard smile curled Kate´s Lips “I do, I really do!” She remembered too well the Hours with Josef in the Dungeons of Little Tortuga. Kate gripped the Cane more firmly.

There were two more Captives: One was restrained on a Rack. Soft Clicks told Kate that a Mechanism was at Work, which stretched the Woman mercilessly. Not that Beckett felt any Pity. The Evil Twins were as bad as their Mistress in Kate´s Opinion. If it was Artemisia or Penelope on the Rack? She could not tell. The Woman on the Rack wore a Discipline Helmet too. The Detective noticed the heavy Nipple Clamps and the tight Crotch Rope.

The third Captive balanced on the Balls of her Feet on two Bricks. Each Ankle was shackled to the Floor. Her Hands had been manacled together and were held high above her Head by a Pulley. Nipple Clamps with Weights pulled her impressive Breasts to the Floor. Her upper Body was confined by a leather Harness. One Strap cleaved her Crotch in Two. Absentmindedly Kate noticed how the Captive's Leg Muscles quivered under the Strain.

She pulled herself together and faced the Woman on the Bench “Ready?” The Canadian asked calmly, “Ready?” Kate nodded “Remember what we agreed upon!” The Masterthief looked at Kate directly in her Grey Eyes “Do not let your Demons control you! Believe me, I know what I am talking about. My Soul is a pitch-black Cavern yours isn´t! Take care it stays that way!” The Brunette stared back. For a Moment, it seemed she would snap something back at the Thief, “I will,” she said finally, “Thank you,” she added softly.

She strode to the Bench.


The Present:


“That´s quite the Turn of Events, don´t you think?” Kate added, almost conversationally …. Cersei did not break Eye Contact. The Villainess´ Face was unreadable. With almost clinical Distance Kate gave her the once over. Down from the cool brown Eyes, “She has nice Breasts,” the Detective noticed. “She is fit,” Kate stepped nearer and let her left Hand glide above Cersei´s flat Tummy, “Nice Abs,” she chuckled, “Tell me, Cersei,” the Brunette smiled coolly, “You did enjoy those vivid Dreams? You liked them?” Kate Beckett walked down till she stood at Cersei´s Feet “You loved Josef?”

For a split second, the Villainess´s stoic Façade. It was just a Flash. Kate smiled coldly “You did love him”

Her left Hand glided above Cersei´s left Sole “You care for your Feet, do you? You have a fine Pedicure. Nice Nail Polish!” Kate´s Finger glided across the Nail of Cersei´s left Foot “You were right, Josef was an Expert with the Bastinado, he was, I can attest to that. But I was faster with the Gun”

Sarah held herself in the Background and watched attentively. She saw another Kate Beckett. The Masterthief would intercede if Kate went too far. So far she was the Watcher only. Cersei and her People had rattled Kate´s Cage – no doubt about that. And this was her Way to deal with it. Within certain Limits. She grinned “Grand Ma will watch!”

“Tell me,” Kate continued. How did it feel when his Blood and Brains were sprayed on your Body? Was it warm?” It cost her much, but Cersei kept a straight Face. “I see,” Dark Beckett smiled. You know, I know how that feels. Do you?”

Kate paused “Leviathan was an interesting Experience. You should try it. The Feeling when the Snake squeezes your Body” The Top of Kate´s Riding crop glided across Cersei´s right Sole – from Bottom to Heel. Beckett chuckled mirthlessly “I forgot the Electro Shocks. They were really fun too.”

“You know,” the Brunette continued perfectly calm, “What do you think about a dose of your own Medicine?” Kate smiled coldly “I can´t electrocute you, but I can deliver a good old-fashioned Bastinado to you”

Her Smile grew colder “Let´s start then!” Cersei seemed unmoved. Her Features betrayed nothing – like a “You don´t have the Guts!”

“Not very smart Cersei. Provoking Beckett. You don´t know at all. But you were never good at reading People” The Black Lady watched as Kate steadied herself at Cersei´s vulnerable Soles. The Detective breathed in deeply, her Face still a Mask. She swung wide. The Cane hit the Redhead´s left Heel with full Force: Hard and precise. Cersei´s Face still betrayed nothing. The second Stroke hit the same Spot as before, but at Cersei´s right Heel – still no Reaction.

If Beckett was angry, it was impossible to tell. Sarah McKenzie knew the Detective was patient and a Legend in the Interrogation Room. Many Criminals had underestimated her – till they found themselves in a Corner, staring at those keen grey Eyes.

If Cersei was playing a Game here? It was one she would lose. It was a battle of Wills. And Cersei did not realize that Kate Beckett was not just the Trophy Wife of a famous Writer. Beckett was more.

A Cop to the Heart with every fibre of her Soul. Driven by a strong drive for Justice. Justice for those who could not speak for themselves anymore. Kate Beckett had the Features of a Model. But beneath a Core of Steel.

“You have miscalculated,” Sarah thought as she watched: Kate struck her former Tormentor´s Soles hard and precisely. Left. Right. Left. Red Marks covered the Redhead soles. They were soft and tender, the Canadian knew. She wondered how long the South African would keep up her cool Façade, “You are not a Chris von der Marwitz, Cersei!” The blonde Pianist with her lifelong Training in the dark Arts of the Ninja and Samurai – was almost impossible to break. The Masterthief knew there had been a few Moments though …

“Cersei,” she mused, “You are lucky that Chris is not here. She would rip you apart for what you did to Kate. The Canadian smiled “But I am here. And I will do just the same” Sarah McKenzie knew that she had changed since she had met Chris and her Patchwork Family. A part of her was still in Denial about that.

The Canadian watched as Beckett began to beat the South African´s Soles again, starting at the Heels. Beckett returned to the Classic: A Technique the Ottomans had called beating a Chess Board. Cersei´s stoic Façade began to crack. The Black Lady knew the Signs when the Pain got too strong.

Beckett acted like on Autopilot. In Control “That costs you, Kate. Not letting your Demons out” “You get soft Grandma” a Voice whispered in Sarah´s Ear “No” she smiled “Not softer Idiot, Wiser”

Cersei knew she was fighting an uphill Battle. A Battle she was losing. She had underestimated the Detective. Her Soles burned already, and Beckett had begun again. The Redhead winced visibly as Kate hit the fleshy Balls of her left Foot. Those cold grey Eyes were blank almost, the heavy Makeup hid the Microfacial Expressions.

“You know” Kate smiled down at her Prey “Your Characters main Flaw is the same as Cersei Lannister´s was. You know Castle made me watch the whole Saga” Beckett hit again, this Time Cersei´s left Toes. “For the Final when Cersei and Jamie die?” The Brunette smiled, “He tied me to a Chair in a sitting Hogtie.” The American hit Cersei under the Arches of her right Foot “You think you are cleverer than most. It is your Arrogance that brought you down!” Beckett hit her left Heel again. Hard.

Cersei´s stoic Façade? It broke. Tears streamed down her Cheeks “You cry Cersei, finally?” Kate smiled “I did not cry when Josef tormented me, that Son of a Bitch!” Sarah McKenzie sensed it, Beckett was about to lose Control. She would not intercede though – yet.

“I am better than you!” Beckett said, calmly and controlled again “You are the Excuse of a Villain!” The Detective swung wide – and this Time she aimed not at her Captive´s Soles, but at her Breasts. Struck hard. Once. Twice at each Breast.

Beckett breathed heavily as she looked down at Cersei “Rot in Hell!” she whispered, threw the Cane on the Floor, turned sharply on her Heels, and strode off the Dungeon. Her grey Eyes and the Canadian´s black Eyes met. The Masterthief nodded almost imperceptibly “You have passed the Test – with flying Colours”

Kate felt relieved and elated as she left the Dungeon, “They are all yours!” she smiled at Natasha and Alecto – and went “She looks relieved” Natasha mused “Her Soul is not as black as yours or mine” Alecto shrugged “In for some fun?”

“You bet!” The Russian smiled.

The Russian and the Asian stepped over the Threshold.

“Come in Ladies!” Sarah McKenzie smiled.


The Villa:


Kate walked down the long Corridor that led upstairs. She felt relieved, “You would be proud of me Castle.” The Detective smiled “I resisted the Urge to beat Cersei to Pulp. It was hard – but I did it!” The Brunette walked up the Stairs, opened the large wooden Door, and stepped into the warm Sunlight. She closed her Eyes and bathed for a Moment in the warm Light. After the cool and dark Cellar, this felt glorious.

“Captain Beckett?” A manly Baritone interrupted her “Yes?” Kate needed a second to compose herself. Before she stood Peter, the Chauffeur in his immaculate Livree. He had something of the young George Clooney, that of “From Dusk till Dawn” – The Chauffeur smiled “I did not want to startle you” Kate smiled back “You didn´t” That was not entirely true, but it did not matter.

Peter nodded, “Caroline made an Appointment at the Spa for you. For a Massage and an Herbal Wrap” “That is perfect!” Beckett beamed. Indeed, it was. After the last Days and Today´s therapeutic Session.

“Yes!” She sighed contentedly “A Message will be most welcome! Kate remembered her first Massage on Paradise Island. Cheryl really had magical Hands. After the last Days, she could use a thorough deep Tissue Massage. And the Herbal Wrap? “I will enjoy the Wrap!” The Detective fastened the Safety Belt and leaned back. The Drive was a short one “Thank you, Peter!” Kate smiled and stepped out of the Limousine and walked the short Distance to Pavilion 12.

“The Detective was beginning to think the herbal Sludge cocooning her body might have sedative Properties of some sort, but decided it was probably just the Aftermath of the deep Massage and continuous Embrace of the warm, moist Bandages. Her dangling journey was very short; the destination was a pavilion adjacent to "12 Green."

Instead of a pair of massage Tables, there were two long, deep Troughs with sloping Bottoms and lined with a very pleasant blue tone Mix of Tiles. A pillow was somehow affixed at the top of each slope, and several pairs of wide nylon straps with plastic snap-buckles dangled from stainless steel fittings were arranged to form vaguely human-shaped outlines. […]”

The Detective stepped over the Threshold, “Kate, you are back!” Cheryl exclaimed, “I am!” Kate smiled. In the right Corner, she spotted a comfortable Chair. With a sigh, she threw herself in it and stretched her legs out “Those Boots are killing me, Cheryl!” Kate wiggled her Feet “Cheryl be a Dear!” The Blonde took the hint “Of course Kate, High Heels can be torturous! She knelt at Kate´s Feet.

Cheryl pulled the Zipper of her left Boot, Castle had presented Kate with the Keinna Boots of Gianvito Rossi with their 85 Millimetre Heel, Kate sighed contentedly as Cheryl pulled the Western-Style Boot off her Foot. When she wore those Boots, she had always to think of a Case they solved together. Why had she packed them? Kate did not know. Western Boots at the Caribbean? She had to smile.

Kate sighed as the Boot came off. She looked at her Toes. The Purple shone through the black Nylon. The Brunette wiggled her Toes “I have another Foot Cheryl” she smiled at the blonde Masseuse.

Not much later, Kate lay on the Massage Table and enjoyed the deep Tissue Massage Cheryl was so perfect. Kate groaned softly – and winced as the Masseuse touched a Spot between her Shoulder Blades. It cracked audibly, “They were rough on you Kate,” the Blonde said gently. She had noticed the still visible burn Marks Leviathan had left on Beckett's fair Skin, “How could they!” Cheryl sounded angry “Cersei is a vicious Bitch” the Brunette sighed “Just continue please – you do that so well”

Since she knew what was coming, Kate enjoyed the Herbal Wrap even more than the last Time. “Do you want the Special Treatment or just the Standard Variant?” Chery inquired with a smile as she applied the balm and the gauze bandages. “Kate?” “Sorry.” The Brunette sighed. I must have dozed off—thanks to your Magic.” She smiled, “I think I want the whole program!” “So, the full Special Treatment it is!” Cheryl smiled mischievously.

“Beam me up, Scottie!”



The Dungeon at the same Time:


Natasha took in the Sight. Natasha Bolkonskaya knew Dungeons intimately, though not on the receiving Side. In her former Life as Head of Security of the Oligarch Boris Oblomov, she had conducted Interrogations in a very similar Room. The Russian had to admit, though, that Philomena and her Ancestors had done a really good job.

A small Smile crossed her Lips as she remembered a different Dungeon at a different Time, “I have changed since then” she mused as she strode along. “Then” had been the fateful Time she crossed Chris von der Marwitz's Path. Her Boss had orchestrated the Abduction of the famous Pianist to get Anna Alexandrovna Romanova to do his bidding to find the Cross of Romanov – and deliver it to him in exchange for the Pianist´s Life.

Natasha had tortured Chris that Week. In that Dungeon – and almost broke the Blonde. Chris had told her one Time, that there had been a Point, when she almost caved in. That the Blonde did tell her that it all had come as a Surprise to Natasha. Normally, the Pianist rarely talked about her Feelings. That the Artist told her that? The Russian considered it as a Compliment. She knew that the Woman who handled her Katana´s like Musashi reborn had gone a long way – to deal with the harrowing Experiences in the Dungeon below Oblomov´s Palace.

Many Things had happened since then. Now? Natasha was part of that Patchwork Family, the blonde Pianist had created. Natasha did not knew if they were Friends. She and Blondie – as Sarah McKenzie mocked the Pianist.

“But you did something great, Christine,” Natasha thought. She would never call the Pianist by her full Name. To her, she was “Chris, Chrissie, or Blondie.” Addressing her as Christine would be a Weakness in Natasha Bolkonskaya´s Book. She walked straight at the Woman balancing spread-eagled on two Bricks. “We will have much fun together!” She smiled. “Why don´t we get you that Helmet off?”

Alecto smiled as she walked at Cersei.

Alecto´s Nemesis looked up at Alecto. Her Eyes were red-rimmed, but her Look still defiant. “You play the tough One,” Alecto chuckled “Maybe Beckett was too soft on you!” She inspected Cersei´s Soles, and let her gloved Fingers glide about the Marks on her left Foot. “No” Alecto smiled ominously “She was not soft on you. She did a pretty good job!” The tall black-haired Woman looked her Archenemy straight in the Eye “The perfect Chessboard! What do you think, shall we enhance it?” The Asian walked to the left Wall and selected an Instrument, “Just what I was looking for!” She told her Prey.

Sarah McKenzie watched as Alecto and Natasha entertained their unwilling Subjects. Her Gaze fell on the third Woman, on the Rack – she smiled like a Cat ready to play with the Mouse. The Rack had just completed its Circle. The next one was about to begin. The Woman´s Feet were held in padded Stocks, her Toes tied to small Bolts. The Masterthief let her Hand glide above the right wrinkled Sole, “Nice” she chuckled, and continued her “Inspection”. “Whoever you are? You have impressive Assets!” The Canadian cupped and squeezed the Assets in question. Hard. Repeatedly and with Relish.

“You know,” she casually told her Prey “Your Boobs rival even that of Blondie, not that I will tell Chris that!” She squeezed some more. The Woman was straining against her Bonds and grinded her hips “You are a little Pain Slut yourself it seems!” The Canadian played with the Woman´s Crotchrope “My, my you are really a Woman in heat!” Her Smile grew evil “Let me think what we can do about that …” She strode the Wall with its many Instruments “Don´t go away Precious!”

The black-haired Woman returned with a Can, made of Bamboo. The Masterthief let her left Hand glide above the smooth Material. “I like Bamboo, so flexible, so effective – so painful” The Black Lady let the Cane glide above her Prey´s Soles “Before we put your Resilience to the Test, though, let us get you rid of that Helmet! I want to look you in the Eye!”

Penelope had to blink when the Helmet came off and she could see again. A Woman looked down at her: pale Skin, purple Lips, coal-black Eyes, and gleaming black Hair in a stylish Bop. A small Smile curled her Lips. Not a friendly one. That of a Predator “You are one of the Evil Twins” The slightly husky Alto Voice sent Shivers of Fear down Penelope´s Spine “You have been a naughty Girl, Beckett told me, very naughty!”

She touched Penelope´s Chin with the Cane. The cool wooden Instrument glided down. The Touch made Penelope shiver. Almost casually the Cane glided around the Base of her left Breast. Then her right. The Stroke came out of nowhere. With an almost lazy Flick, the Masterthief hit Penelope across her Breasts. Hot Pain shot through Penelope´s Body. Pain – and something different ….

Sarah McKenzie chuckled “So are not only a Sadist, but really a Pain Slut as well!” The Laughter made Penelope shudder “We will have much Fun together!” The Canadian smiled “And if you knew, what we planned for tomorrow!”

Like a large Cat, the Masterthief strode down to Penelope´s Feet “Where to begin?” The Thief mused, pretended to ponder the Question – and swung wide ….


The Villa in the Evening:


Kate walked up the Stairs to the Villa´s Entrance. The second Time, since she arrived on Paradise Island. After the Herbal Wrap, the Brunette had Dinner with Caroline and then slept for several Hours. Deep and dreamless. Now she felt well rested. The Staff had assisted her in dressing for Dinner.

Kate smiled. She had sent Castle a Picture, one of the Maids had taken, “You look good!” The Brunette had told her Mirror Image: Silver Platform Sandals by Gianvito Rossi with a 70 Millimetre Block Heel, a shimmering Silver Sequin Gown, around her Neck a Diamond Collier Castle had presented her with.

Her brunette Hair the Maid had woven into an artful Bun.

“Julia said there would be a Surprise,” Caroline, who had donned an asymmetrical golden Gown, which left her right Shoulder bare, mused, “She told me too.” Kate nodded “Strange, the last Time we walked up here we found a Surprise too …”

The American forbade herself to pursue that Line of thought any further. Not now. She looked at the impressive Main Door. Its two Wings stood wide open. Two Women stood in the Archway of white Marble. Kate smiled “Damn it Julia! You have gone full “Pretty Woman”!”

“Caro!” She chuckled as they strode up the final Stairs, “Remember that Scene in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere invites Julia Roberts to the Opera? The Red Dress? The Rubies?” “I do” her Chaperone “She looked so gorgeous, so regal!” “Looks like she has a Twin!” Kate grinned. They reached the last Stair “Hello Sarah!” Kate smiled “Black suits you!” She teased the Canadian “You are sure you are no Vampire?” The Masterthief smiled, “Well, the last Time I looked into the Mirror? I could see my Mirror-Image!”

The Masterthief looked splendid. Her sleek black Hair shimmered. The black strapless Gown accentuated her athletic Figure. The Nail Polish on her Toes matched the Colour of her Lips. They hugged and exchanged Peeks on the Cheeks.

“Come inside!” Julia smiled “I told you we have a Surprise prepared for you!”

“Where is Philo?” Kate inquired as she stepped inside, “That”, The Redhead smiled enigmatically, is Part of the Surprise “If you would follow me?” The Scot bade her Guests and strode up the impressive Stairwell.

“You had fun?” Kate smiled at the Black Lady, as they walked the Stairs “We had!” The Thief smiled back “Three of us at least!” The Masterthief shot her a Glance “The Massage and Wrap have done Wonders!” To herself, the Canadian thought “The Exposure Therapy worked well!” She had read the American´s Body Language. The Marks of Kate´s Torment had faded completely.

“I feel really well,” The Detective smiled – and the Masterthief knew the Detective well enough by now, that the Brunette was entirely honest. They cleared the final Stair and stepped into the Dining Room. A peculiar Side greeted them:

The Tables were arranged in U-Shape. In the Centre of the U was a rotating Platform. On it, three Women in kneeling Hogties. Their Big Toes were tied back to the Elbow Section of the Armbinders they were wearing. Heavy Posture Collars held their Heads steady. Their Heads were covered by heavy leather Helmets, “They are deaf and blind, I presume?” Kate stepped nearer to inspect the Arrangement more closely, “Only blind and dumb,” Natasha explained.

“We thought they should at least listen to the Fun we are having!” The black-haired Russian smiled, her Hand resting on Agnetha´s muscular left Thigh “They are cute!” Sarah McKenzie whispered in Kate´s left Ear “Aren´t they?”

“I will administer some discipline Measures when this is over,” The Masterthief added, smiling that small ironic Smile of hers “Maybe Philo and Julia let me borrow Agnetha for a Spell! You like the Arrangement?” The Canadian pointed at the rotating Platform, “You were inventive!” The Brunette smiled. She stepped closer:

The three Captives were connected in several Ways. Leather Straps: They held them together at their upper Arms.

Nipple Clamps: They were intertwined with each other. Any Movement of one of the Trio was keenly felt by the others.
Posture Collars: They were also connected by Chain Links.
Gags: Small Metalbars connected the Gags.

“You had really Fun” Kate smiled as she inspected Penelope´s upturned Soles “The perfect Chess Board” She touched the fleshy Balls of her left Foot. And let her perfectly manicured Nails glide down – from the Balls to the Heels “You like that Penelope?” Kate smiled. She could discern the Evil Twins: Penelope sported a quarter-Dollar sized Birthmark on her left Hip. The Twin would have shaken her Head if she had been able to move her Head. She could not know it, but she had been gagged with a large choke-pear Gag – which jacked her Jaws wide open.


Sarah, Alecto and Natasha had had fun: The Captives´ Butts glowed in a shade of Puce. Kate noticed Burn Marks on Cersei´s Soles: Spots of molten Wax “We warmed them up!” Natasha supplied.

“Perfect!” Kate smiled “They deserve that and more!”

“You like it?” Julia smiled, “I do,” Kate chuckled “But tell me!” She looked around “Where are Philo and Alecto?” Indeed, the Owner of Paradise Island and the Assassin were missing …. “They will join us presently,” the Redhead smiled mischievously, “Why don´t you have a Seat? You are the Guest of Honour after all!” Julia purred and pointed at the Place of Honour, the right Seat at the Centre of the Middle Table.

Kate sat, Caroline on her right Side. Around 20 People were present. Besides her Friends, Staff of Paradise Island mostly. Julia made a Signal “Serve the Aperitive!” Six Maids in Classical French Maid Uniforms entered with Trays, filled with Champagne Flutes.

Two Maids stood out though. A smile curled Kate´s Lips “We persuaded them,” Julia smiled “Well Natasha and Sarah did” she added. Philo and Alecto wore the same Uniform as their Fellow Maids – but with a few Enhancements:

First? Large Panel Gags covered their lower Faces. Second? A sturdy Posture Collar. Third? The Maidens' Wrists were shackled with gleaming Manacles, which were fastened with a Chain to a Belt around their Waists. Fourth: Their Ankles were manacled too – with the same heavy gleaming Shackles.

“There are a few Enhancements you cannot see!” Natasha smiled deviously “Both Ladies wear Nipple Clamps – vibrating ones!” “Their Vibrators deliver Electro Shocks in regular Intervals” She produced a small Remote Control “As Guest of Honour, you can entertain them however you like!”

“The Remote Control controls another Enhancement as well”, Sarah McKenzie smiled “You see the Platform Sandals they are wearing?” Kate nodded and had an Idea where this was going “There are hundreds of small Knobs pressing in their Soles. They can vibrate too!” Agnetha Ohlson smiled, “The Remote Control allows you to control the Enhancements of the Ladies over there as well”, She nodded at the Rotating Platform.

Cersei fumed inwardly: Alecto had used Wax, Paddles and Floggers on her – and “enhanced” the Bastinado Beckett had delivered. At the End, her mind and body stood in flame, and she welcomed the chloroform-doused cloth. Her Handlers had transferred her to her Cell again – and allowed her some Rest. Before she was prepared for the Evening “Those arrogant Bitches!” she fumed and cursed at Artemisia and Penelope. She felt any Movement of her fellow Captives. The Redhead had heard and sensed Captain Beckett´s Presence. To allow her to hear what was going on was a devious Idea by her Captors.

Philo fumed as she served the Champagne. Her Sandals were already killing her. The Vibrator was buzzing on a low Frequency. And those Nipple Clamps …. She locked Eyes with Beckett, who held a small Remote Control in her right Hand. The Detective smiled deviously – and pressed a Button …

Philo´s Eyes widened as the Vibrator sprung into High Gear – as did her Sandals. It cost the Owner of Paradise Island her utmost Control to keep the Tray steady. And this was only the Beginning as she knew:

She and Alecto would serve Beckett and the Black Lady in the Night …. Those Sandals were an invention from Hell! And the Gag – it was not just a Panel Gag with a massive Foam Ball in its Centre. Two Pairs of Panties had been wrapped around it “Presents from Natasha and me!” The Black Lady had smiled – and pulled the Gag´s Strap as tight as possible.

Alecto hid her Feelings behind her usual Mask of Stoicism – which felt increasingly difficult: Obviously, Beckett, who smiled at her, was playing with Jolly Roger. Its Vibrations got stronger – Orgasm Station was in sight … “She won´t reward me right now!” Alecto judged – and as if on Cue, the Vibrations stopped.

Kate enjoyed Dinner very much: Fusion Kitchen. Asian and Caribbean Dishes – Kate feels entirely relaxed and at ease. She looked at the rotating platform “You have planned another Surprise for them tomorrow?”

“We have” Sarah McKenzie smiled wolfishly “And I am not telling Detective!”

“You are mean,” Kate pouted.

“No, I do love Surprises” The Masterthief chuckled “And you will like this one too, believe me!”

She raised her Goblet “Cheers!”

A cavalcade of wondrous images and scenes as always. Kate was very restrained, given her treatment. Had it been Chris, then her former captor would be permanently scarred.

This is somehow more harrowing. Nicely done

Caesar73 wrote: 3 months ago I will my Friend! I will! Work on Chapter Seven progressed nicely. The first Draft might be even complete today. I can tell you on thing: The Black Lady will go full Black Lady

Doesn't she just? You know i've learnt to love Sarah. She is after all, Natasha's 'girlfriend,' although it must be said this isn't any relationship between 'equals.' And all the more exciting because of that state of affairs.

LunaDog wrote: 3 months ago She is after all, Natasha's 'girlfriend,' although it must be said this isn't any relationship between 'equals.' And all the more exciting because of that state of affairs.

Natasha and Sarah is an interesting Pair. At the Moment Natasha is the Padawan so to speak. But honestly I have not yet decided in which direction their Relationship will develop. We will see. I like writing Sarah. She is a complex Character and the Dynamics in the Patchwork Family Chris created are too.

Caesar73 wrote: 3 months ago I like writing Sarah. She is a complex Character and the Dynamics in the Patchwork Family Chris created are too.

She is both intriguing and VERY interesting. A truly complex character, and it's clear to see your enjoyment about involving her.

Others here comment about you being able to compose a 'Netflix' T.V. series, and yes i totally agree with that sentiment. But also have you ever thought about writing a full novel? There's NO doubt in my mind that you possess the writing skills required, and i for one would be most willing to purchase a copy.

LunaDog wrote: 3 months ago Others here comment about you being able to compose a 'Netflix' T.V. series, and yes i totally agree with that sentiment. But also have you ever thought about writing a full novel? There's NO doubt in my mind that you possess the writing skills required, and i for one would be most willing to purchase a copy.

Honestly, I am tempted at Times And I am honoured that you trust me to pull such an Endeavour off dear Friend @LunaDog !

I know you and many other Readers wait for the final Part of Kate Beckett´s Adventure. Chapter 8 will be up tomorrow at the latest.

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Paradise Island: Kate´s Pavillion



Morning:


Kate Beckett stepped through the Surf and onto the Beach. The fine white Sand felt already warm under her Soles, Beckett did love the Sensation. The Detective, who had risen early, made a long run along the Beach. After that, the Brunette donned a blue Bikini and stormed into the crystal clear bright blue Water. It had been glorious. The Water on her skin had felt cool and refreshing. Kate crawled full Throttle ahead.

Now she stepped through the Sand to her Pavilion and smiled. Yesterday evening was fun! The Six-Course Menu was fabulous. Kate had enjoyed it, playing with the two Maid´s Accessories “Philomena would have gladly murdered me!” Alecto had hidden her Feelings behind a Mask of Stoicism.

Of course, the Guests had played with Cersei and the Evil Twins too. Kate had enjoyed it raking her Fingernails across Cersei´s wrinkled Soles and using the Paddle freely on Penelope´s already crimson-red Butt. Artemisia had gotten her fair Share of Attention too.

Later in the Evening, Natasha and Sarah had chloroformed the three Captives – the staff had brought them down to their cells. “They have to be well-rested for tomorrow,” the Black Lady chuckled. “Natasha and I will have some Fun tonight with Philo – you know what you and Alecto agreed to?” Right? The black-haired Philomena had glared at the Canadian. Kate could not resist. She pressed two Buttons on the Remote Control. The Briton almost lost her Footing as the Vibrator sprung into High Gear – and the Tickler Beads in the Sandals too. She screamed into her Gag.

Kate stopped the Accessories. Philo breathed heavily and shot her a dirty look “You remember the Deal?” Sarah McKenzie asked like a Mother an unruly Child. Philo mumbled something and nodded – not without glaring at the American ….

The Present:


Kate stepped onto the Patio. She brushed the Sand off her Soles and slipped her blue Gizeh Birkenstocks on. Smiling she entered the large Dining Room. The two empty Champagne Flutes had gone – instead, the Staff had prepared Breakfast – a rich one. Kate inhaled the Scent of freshly brewed Coffee and smiled. She tapped into the Bedroom and looked down at the large King Size Bed:

“Morning Sleepyhead! You did sleep well Alecto?” The Asian groaned and mumbled something not very polite. Kate stepped nearer: The Asian was naked and tied in a tight Spreadeagle on her Side of the Bed – with Silk Scarfs. Two more Scarfs made for a good Crotch Rope. With all the Knots in the right Places, three more Scarfs formed a nice figure-eight-breast Harness.

Kate smiled wickedly and tickled Alecto under the Arches of her left Foot. The Asian cursed into her ball-gagged Mouth. Coursed and laughed “Oh, you have another Foot you mean?” The Detective attacked Alecto´s right foot. Between the Toes. From left to right and back again.

Finally, Kate stopped her relentless Attack. The Assassin was panting heavily. Red-faced. Her black Eyes shot Daggers at her Host.

“Listen Alecto!” The American smiled ominously “Remember the Deal you agreed to! I will release you now. You will freshen up in the Bathroom. We have breakfast. And you will do as you are told! Deal?”

The Asian and the American stared at each other. Finally, Alecto nodded.

“The Breakfast is fabulous!” The brunette Detective smiled.


Two Hours later: The Marina:


Caro stood at the Yacht´s Bridge. Her mind wandered back: Three Days ago, they had left the Harbour for a Trip. It should have been some harmless Fun. It had ended differently. Today would be different:

Two Fast Attack Boats with a Score of Agnetha´s Guards would shield them. They expected now Trouble. But Caution could not hurt. Kate´s Chaperone looked at her Watch. It was about time. She had to smile. Caro wore the same Royal Navy Uniform as three Days ago: Playing the Captain was Fun!

Something at the other End of the Pier caught her Attention – it was quite the Sight!

Two Women. One was a tall Asian, and one a tall Brunette. One was Kate Beckett. One was Alecto. The Asian was in front. The American was three Steps behind her. In her right Hand, she held something that looked like an oversized Cattle Prod …

The Asian was not walking. She was hopping. Now and then encouraged by the Cattle Prod. Why was Alecto hopping? The tall Woman was tied up. Tied up and gagged “Quite the sight!” Caro chuckled.

Alecto wore a black Neoprene Suit, which ended above the Knees. The white Ropes formed a nice Contrast to the shimmering black Suit. Alecto´s big Toes were tied. White symmetrical Rope Bands around her Ankles, her Calves and under the Knees. Three more Rope Bands above the Knees. The knotted Crotch Rope had to be tight, Caro surmised. She was surprised though: Alecto´s Arms were tied to the Side. Her Palms rested on her muscular Thighs.

More Ropebands encircled her upper Body, beginning above her full Breasts “They bounce so nicely!” The Afro-American grinned. Alecto sweated profusely but she hopped on – and drooled on her Chest: Kate had gagged her with a massive red Ball Gag. Caro suspected some Stuffing behind it. As she learned later? Two Pairs of used Panties: One of McKenzie and one of Beckett.

Kate was wearing bright blue Capri Pants, a cropped white Blouse and blue Wedge Sandals by Max Mara. She had a Bag slung across her left Shoulder, which matched Trousers and Sandals in Tone. Stylish Sunglasses sat on her forehead, her brunette Mane she wore in a loose Ponytail.

“Alecto don´t be a Slacker!” she touched Alecto´s firm Butt with the Cattle Prod. Alecto cursed and continued hopping “Thankfully it is 20 Metres only” the Assassin panted. Another Hop. The Toe Tie did not make Things any easier “And I won´t give in!” the Asian fumed. Her Calves and Thighs burned by now.

“The next Time we meet Captain Beckett, you will pay!” Alecto fumed. For the time being she had to play along. That was part of the Deal. She and Philo had screwed up big time – so she would pay her Debt. Grudgingly, but she would pay. Another Hop “That damned Crotch Rope! That damned Toe Tie!” Beckett was good with the Ropes. Better than she had expected … five Metres …. Another Zap!


The Villa:


“Don´t look so grumpy!” Julia chided her Wife. She lay comfortably reclined on her their large Bed. Dressed in a red silky Nightie. Julia had slung one long leg above the other. Her Nail Polish matched the Nightie´s Colour. With her right big Toe, she touched Philo´s Nose. The Briton mumbled something not very polite in her packed Mouth and tried to move her Head away. In Vain: Julia had braided her sleek black Hair and tied it to her Big Toes.

Philomena Driscoll lay stark naked and very tightly hogtied at the Foot of their Bed. It had been a wild Night after Dinner. Very late in the Night her Wife had chloroformed her – and hogtied her. So tight that her tied Ankles rested on her tied Wrists.

“Why in Hell did I agree to Alecto´s Plan she fumed – and struggled against her Bonds.

With an evil Grin, Julia pressed her right Sole on her Wife´s Nose. Inwardly she counted to 10 till she took her Foot away. Only to repeat the Game with her left Foot “Left. Left. Left. Right. Left!” Julia grinned.

“Tell me, Philo! What do you think about a Shower and a late Brunch?”

Philo nodded enthusiastically – and decided to pay her Wife back – with Interest ….




Sarah McKenzie´s Pavillion:


“You do look good you two!” Sarah McKenzie smiled at Natasha and Agnetha Ohlson. Both Women mumbled something “Too bad I cannot understand a Word you are saying!” No Wonder. The Masterthief had packed three Pairs of Panties into the Ladies' Mouths. Before she taped them shut with translucent Tape. The Canadian had been creative “In my humble Opinion” she smiled.

The dark-haired Woman had spreadeagled the tall Russian on the Bed with silken Scarfs. Then she had forced the petite Swede, who was Sarah Michelle Gellar´s lookalike, to straddle Natasha, so that her Crotch rested almost on the Russian´s Nose. Of course, she applied a Crotchrope after she had inserted a Vibrator in Agnetha´s Pussy. Said Crotchrope was connected to Natasha´s Crotchrope. So, every Movement the Swede made, was felt by Natasha. The two had made good use of the Arrangement Sarah had to admit. The Masterthief had played with both Vibrators and Crotchropes ….

This was fun! Their special Guests would have much less Fun. The Canadian smiled ominously “Dear Cersei, if you only knew what we have planned in the Afternoon for you and the Twins!”

She chuckled – as far as she knew the Staff of Paradise Island was entertaining Cersei right now …


The Dungeons:


“Hanging in there?” Freya, a blonde Swede, teased Cersei. The Villainess was not hanging from the Rafters. Her shackled and mitted Hands had been fastened to a Pulley. Her bound big Toes barely scratched the Stone Floor. A piece of String fastened them to a D-Ring in the Floor. Her Body was strung up like the taut String of a Violine.

Her Handlers had applied wet leather Straps from her Wrists to the Insteps of her Feet in regular Intervals. Cersei knew from Experience that if they dried, they would only get tighter, not that they were loose in the first Place. The massive Harness-Ball-Gag was one of the largest Cersei had worn ever or applied to another Damsel.

The South African was tough, but the constant heavy Bondage wore her down “As it should” she mused darkly. At least she had gotten some hours of decent Sleep and a good Breakfast before she and the Twins had been dragged to the Dungeons again.

Penelope and Artemisia had troubles of their own. They stood in tight standing Spreadeagles on the Floor. On Tiptoe. Breast squashed against Breast – probably a joined Crotchrope too. The Arrangement made their ample Butts, their Backs easy Targets for their Handlers …

Penelope stared into her Sisters wide Eyes. So, close they were tied together, they could rub Noses. Their massive Ball Gags were connected “Those Panties they stuffed in my Mouth are really juicy” Strangely enough the Aroma aroused the Twin, despite her Predicament.

Artemisia shuddered. Not from the cold. No, the Russian and the Canadians had given her the Creeps yesterday “If you only knew what Surprise awaits you and Sister Slutsalot” The black haired Russian had chuckled ominously as they were hauled to their Cells in the late Evening …. “What you did to Kate Beckett was a Walk in the Park compared to that!” Natasha was the Russian´s Name. Her black Eyes were shimmering Obsidians.

The Twin had tried to convince herself, that their Captors were just playing Mind Games, to get under their Skins … “And they succeeded!” Artemisia rubbed her Breasts against Penelope´s. Every movement made them feel the Crotch Rope “Small Favours!” Her Sister grasped her Intentions and rubbed her Breasts against hers.

Soon they had found their Rhythm.

“They are really Sluts!” Freya smiled to her Companions: The tall Nigerian Nairobi and the petite French Lucille “They are” Lucille grinned, but aren´t we all Sluts now and then?” She smiled coyly.




The Yacht later:


Kate had changed into a red Bikini. Together she and Alecto rested comfortably reclined on the Sun Deck. The Brunette nursed a fruity but loaded Concoction. She looked at Alecto. Her dark Eyes were hidden by Sunglasses, which blocked all Sight out. Several Tension Straps held her on the Chair.

“If you only knew what we have planned for you!” The Detective smiled deviously. It had been Kate´s Idea. Her Abduction and her Predicaments had inspired her – and she owned Alecto some Payback for the Adventure in the Wilderness last Year anyway.

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The Yacht lost Speed and came to a Halt “Anchor away!” Caro shouted. They had reached their Destination. Kate got up – and grinned “Showtime Alecto!” The Asian mumbled something in ball gagged Mouth. The Brunette loosened the Tension Straps and helped the Japanese to her Feet. She slapped Alecto playfully on her firm Butt “Hop along! I will guide you!”

20 Minutes later Alecto, Kate and Caro stood near the Water at the Yachts Stern. Alecto´s Predicament had been modified by Kate – a bit: On her back the Assassin wore a Scuba Tank. From it an oxygen Tube led to the Mask which covered Alecto´s lower Face. The Mask had to incorporate some sort of Mouthpiece. The Oxygen Tube was connected to it. Diving Googles covered her Eyes. The last Modification was the Cannon Ball Weight, which was shackled to the Asian´s Ankles.

Alecto´s Face was a stoic Mask. She knew where this would be going – more precisely where she would go “Ready for some diving?” Kate Beckett grinned. The Asian just stared back. Of course, they had taken every Precaution and Pair of Divers was already in the Water – just in Case.

Without further Warning the Brunette shoved her Prey firmly in the Back. Alecto stumbled forward and fell head over Heels in the crystal blue Water. Dragging the Cannonball with her. With a Splash it landed into the Sea too “There she goes!” Kate smiled “I will change now into diving Gear!”

Alecto was far from panicking – she could breathe easily through the Mouthpiece. The Weight pulled her quickly to the Sea Floor. As she knew, the Water was only ten Metres deep. Held on the Sea Floor by the Weight the Asian floated gently Feet down in the crystal blue Sea ….

And then the Vibrator jumped into High Gear ….

20 Minutes later Kate had donned her Diving Gear and stepped down the Stairs from the Yacht´s Stern down to the landing Platform. The Detective remembered a Vacation at Martinique where she and Castle had dived frequently. Kate loved it to explore the fascinating World under Water. The Corals, the many different Fishes

Kate sat down, her legs in the Water and let herself fall head over Heels into the Sea. With calm regular Strokes, she dived down … and decided to Surprise the Asian. Of course, the Japanese would very probably sense her Approach – but it was worth a try! “There she is!” Beckett smiled. Alecto had boarded the Orgasm Train and was arriving at Central Station. Judging by her frantic Movements. Kate decided to watch the Show before she made her Presence known to her Prey …..


Lunchtime at Paradise Island:


Julia had invited her Guests for Lunch at the Villa´s vast Patio. The Ladies had donned colourful Summer Dresses and wore Sandals: Kate wore a red Dress and matching open Toed Wedges, Caro a deep-cut strapless white Dress and matching Mules.

The Black Lady smiled: Even Philomena and Alecto were present: Refreshed and redressed. The only Reference to their status was the heavily padded, gleaming Shackles they wore on their ankles and Wrists.

While Philo´s face would make Milk curdle, the Asian seemed to be relaxed “She has accepted the Deal with more Grace than Philo” The Master Thief smiled.

Kate enjoyed the Lunch very much – the Chef, Philomena and Julia employed was truly a Genius. The grilled Octopus was so tender …. She took a Sip of the cool, dry white Wine from South Africa – and enjoyed it very much “An Old Vine Chenin Blanc from Zeven Wacht Wine Estate” Julia had explained – “We discovered the Vinery on a Vacation!”

“Tell me, Sarah!” Beckett had noticed the Canadian's mischievous Grin “Where are Natascha and Agnetha? Tied to some Trees in the Jungle somewhere?” “No” The Masterthief chuckled “They are preparing our VIP Guests for their Special Treatment!” She looked at her Watch “We will join them in about an Hour!”

Now Kate smiled too “I can´t hardly wait!”

“Believe me” The Black Lady smiled sinisterly “You will like it!”

“Cheers!” Kate raised her Glass “Cheers” The Canadian responded and the clanked Glasses.


A secluded Cove on Paradise Island, later:


The secluded Cove was Part of another Bunker Complex from WW II on Paradise Island. For the usual Guests of Paradis Island, this Part of the Island was off-limits. Only a handful of People knew it existed at all. In fact, Cersei had taken the Inspiration for her Aqua Theatre, where Kate had her Encounter with Leviathan from this Cove at Paradise Island. From a Patio, the Guests had a good View of the dry Cove. Staff served them with Snacks and Drinks.

Kate stood at the Bannister, a Glass of Wine in her Right – and looked down in the Cove. The Black Lady noticed that the Detective was a bit Tense “Bad Memories?” Beckett nodded “No pleasant ones – but I´ll manage.” She paused “And I am looking forward to Cersei and the Twins will get a Taste of their own Medicine!”

“Look!” Natasha, who had joined them at the Bannister, pointed down to the Centre of the Cove. There had been three Metal Poles anchored in the Sand. A small Procession was walking to them: Eight of Agnetha Ohlson´s Security Guards were leading three Women down the Beach to the Poles. One Red-Head and two busty Afro-American Women. Each Woman wore a Bikini. The Red Head a green one, and the Twins blue Bikinis.

Kate smiled deviously “Those B*tches will have much fun with these Bikinis!” The three Women did not walk, they had to hop. Their Legs had been tied together in six Places. Their Arms were wielded behind their Backs. Heavy Neck Corsets, enclosed their Necks and reached right under their Noses “I hope you stuffed their Mouths to the Brim Natasha!” The Russian smiled “They chew on well used Underwear. Agnetha´s Girls were very generous!” Kate smiled deviously “Good!”

Cersei cursed, as she hopped along. Her tied Toes made the Task not any easier. That her Handlers encouraged her with the Cattle Prod was another Nuisance. She had spotted the gleaming Poles before them – the Villainess had a very good Idea of what lay in Store for them. The Sun burned down on them, the hot Sand under her Soles reflected the Heat. The cool Breeze felt cool on her Skin. Zapp! Another Electric Shock! They had reached the Poles and Cersei took this as her Cue to stop.

Agnetha Ohlson´s Guards fastened them quickly and efficiently to the Poles – and left them to their Devices. Cersei in the Middle. Penelope on the Right. Artemisia on the Left. Cersei steeled herself. She sensed that the Twins were really nervous. The Red Head knew they were tough, but they had never faced what they would have to face now … A Damm closed the Cove off to the Sea. Cersei watched as four floodgates opened, and the Sea flooded the Cove, slowly at first, then more rapidly.

Sarah McKenzie watched Kate Beckett intently. Now she seemed perfectly calm and at Ease. And not only on the Surface. Her Body Language demonstrated that too. The Detective took another Sip of her Wine.

Kate was surprised about herself, about the Calm she felt. Even if she knew, what would happen in the next few Minutes … The Cove was a whirling Pool now. The Surf had already reached the Poles´ Level. From where she stood, she had an excellent View. It was Time now. Intently she looked at a certain Point. What Kate spotted on the otherwise calm Surface looked like a line of Bubbles heading straight at the three Poles and the three Women tied to them.

The rising Sea covered now the Tops of Cersei´s Breast – when she saw, what Kate had already spotted … Then it broke through the Surface. The Leviathan. Cersei knew it would come. But to look the Beast straight in the Eye was different. It bore down on her. Its hideous Jaws missed her left Ear by Millimetres …. The monstrous Creature wrapped her snakelike Body around Cersei and the Pole and squeezed. And squeezed and squeezed. Cersei felt like in a vice-like.. grip. Suddenly the Pressure was gone.


Penelope was frozen in Shock as she watched the Leviathan attacking Cersei. As sudden the Monster had appeared, as sudden it was gone. The Cove´s Surface was as calm as a Mirror. Her Heart was beating in her Throat “Where is the Beast? Where is it?” Suddenly she felt something squishy wrapping around her Ankles, higher around her Legs … Her Belly, her Breasts … Electro Shocks made her tightly bound Body convulse …. Artemisia was next …

Time passed ….

Sarah McKenzie watched as Kate Beckett took another Sip of her Wine. She seemed unmoved by the Spectacle in the Cove. Suddenly she stood straight and turned to Sarah and Alecto “They have suffered enough. End this.” The Detective had not spoken loud but clear. The Masterthief and the Assassin exchanged a look. The Canadian nodded imperceptibly.

Alecto pressed some Buttons on a Tablet. The Leviathan vanished back to the Cave from whence it had come. As it had never been there ….. “Growing soft Katie?” Natasha teased the American good-naturedly “No” The Detective looked down in the Cove, where the three Women hung limb against their Poles “But I know when it is enough – and I am not like them” she nodded at the three Captives.

Beckett turned to Julia and Philomena “What will you do with them anyway?” Philo looked at Sarah, then at Alecto and back at the Brunette “A permanent Solution was on the Table” the CEO of Paradise Island replied calmly “But we all agreed that this would not be a Solution you would want” Kate Beckett just nodded “Carry on!” “Sarah had a different Proposal” Julia continued “Elizabeth Crawford is gone, but Part of her Enterprise is not” The Canadian explained.

Elizabeth Crawford is an Original Character by @mrjones2009
One of the most interesting Villainesses I know. Check out her Creator's Stories, especially the “Nothing Personal Saga” – do not miss it!”

“Let me guess” Beckett smiled knowingly “Mystery Island” “Mystery Island indeed” the black-haired Masterthief agreed – with a few Modifications. And Business is good I heard” “I hope the Enhanced Restraining System and Chloroform is still on the Menu?” Kate ventured “As I heard they are” Sarah McKenzie chuckled “When we think Cersei and the Twins do not pose a Threat anymore, they will be free to go.”

“So, it is for Life then” Alecto smiled sardonically “We will see” Sarah McKenzie smiled enigmatically.

The clanking of a silver Spoon against Glass interrupted them “Ladies!” Philomena announced, “Since this is the last Day of Captain Beckett and our other Special Guests on Paradise Island I invite you all to a festive Dinner this Evening – before we all will part Ways tomorrow!”


Paradise Island, the next Day around 1000 AM


Kate stifled a Yawn as she watched the Landscape passing by. Peter was transferring her to the Airport of Paradise Island from where Sarah, Natasha and she would depart home. The Brunette was grateful for her Sunglasses This Morning. She smiled. Tides had been going high yesterday. The Dinner had been fabulous – as had been the Decorations.

The Courses were arranged in Sort of a Buffet. On three large round Tables. In the Centre of each Table, one stark naked, tightly hogtied Woman, sporting a massive Apple as a Gag – like a roasted Pig. Of Course, the Guests had their Fun with the Decorations. Especially the wrinkled Soles of Artemisia and Penelope got their fair share of Attention. Kate had to admit she had some fun with Cersei´s Butt.

The greatest Surprise: Kate had been awarded the Membership in the Club of Patrons of Paradise Island. The Detective smiled: Castle would be delighted to spend a Vacation here at Paradise Island.

“Madam?” her Chauffeur interrupted her Line of thought. They had stopped at the Airfield. One Jet stood on the Tarmac. It bore the Markings of Paradise Island Airways. Kate got out of the Car and stepped on the Tarmac. She felt its Warmth even through the Soles of her Gianvito Rossi Espadrilles with their 60 mm thick flat Sole – she had chosen them along with a light dove-blue Powersuit.

“May I bring you to the Terminal?” The blonde Stewardess in the Uniform of Paradise Island Airways bade Kate to follow her “Of course” the Detective smiled. Philo had invited her Guests to a last Reception before Departure.

Sarah, Natasha, Alecto, Agnetha Ohlson, Caro, Julia and Philo were already there. There was a well-stocked Buffet with Caribbean Finger food, Cocktails, Champaign. Kate had just entered the Room when a Staff presented her with a Champaign Flute “Cheers” Sarah McKenzie toasted her – and to her Surprise – Alecto too.

To Kate´s Surprise, the Asian approached her with a Smile. Under different Circumstances, this might have raised the Detectives Suspicions, but not here. The Champaign helped too … “Tell me, you didn´t enjoy your Stay on Paradise Island” Alecto purred. The Detective decided not to spoil the mood by mentioning certain unpleasantries “All in all I did” the Brunette smiled back “Our Special Guests?” “Have already left the Island at first light” the Assassin smiled “Too bad, I will miss them” Kate chuckled “I bet you will” Sarah McKenzie smiled who had joined them.

The Smalltalk was fine, the Finger Food delicious and the Champaign sparkling – and Kate was very relaxed. Philo had just raised her Glas for a final Toast, so neither Kate nor Natasha noticed that a Pair of Agnetha´s Guards was approaching them from Behind ….

The thick Chloroform doused Cloths on their Faces caught the Russian and the American entirely by Surprise, they never stood a Chance: Agnetha´s People had ample Routine in subduing unsuspecting Damsels. Kate looked at Natasha, Natasha at her “We must look strange with a Chloroform doused Cloth on our Faces” Kate thought drowsily. She did not really fight – after all, these were the Rules for Guests on Paradise Islands. So, she did the sensible Thing: She took long and deep Breaths and let the soporific Fumes do their Work.

Finally, it was over: With a smile, Sarah McKenzie watched as first Kate´s and then Natasha´s Eyes rolled back in their Heads, and their Bodies grew limp.

“Chop, Chop!” Philo clapped in her Hands “Transfer the Ladies to the Dressing Room!” The two unconscious Women were lifted on Gurneys and rolled out of the Reception Room “You cheated Philo you know” the Canadian chided the Owner of Paradise Island “Kate and Natasha are Patrons now, so the Travelling Arrangements don´t apply to them” Philo smiled lopsidedly “Let´s say I bend the Rules – a bit, but don´t tell them that!” The Black Lady smiled deviously “My Silence comes with a Price Tag” “I should have known” Philo pouted.


The Dressing Room:


The two Gurneys were rolled in the Dressing Room. Two Teams of four Staff Members each would tend to Natasha and Kate. Both Teams acted quickly and efficiently. Quickly they stripped both Women naked. Diapers were next, but not before Vibrators had been inserted into their Vaginas “She has a nicely trimmed Landing Strip” one Woman tending to Natasha chuckled “And how athletic she is!” Said another.

“The Detective is also well trained” One of Kate´s Team commented “And nice Nail Polish!” added another.

“Don´t tarry along Ladies!” The Supervisor ordered, “We are on a tight Schedule!”

After the Diapers Natasha and Kate were manhandled into the latest Model of the downfilled Suit which was integral Part of the Enhanced Restraining System. The Colours though were different: Kate´s Suit was silver grey, Natasha´s shiny black. Bondage Mittens were next. Their Wrists were shackled with thick broad Manacles which were fastened to a Spandex Girdle around their Waists.

Two Handlers applied three heavily padded leather Straps on Kate´s upper Body: One above her Breasts, one under her Breasts and one around her Waist. Simultaneously the two other Women cuffed the Detective´s big Toes together, tied her insteps with two thin Straps together, shackled Kate´s Ankles together, one Strap around her Calves, one under her Knees, one above her Knees, one midthigh and one mid-thigh and the last under her Crotch.

Natasha was restrained in the same Way. Next were thickly padded Panel Gags with a massive foam Ball on the Inside. Earbuds.

“I hate the next Part!” said a curvy Red-Head to her tall thin, black-haired Counterpart “You don´t say!” “The next Part” meant: Encasing their Charges in three massive downfilled Bags – the third one was truly gargantuan. It cost the four Women considerable effort to confine the Russian in her black Cocoons and the American in her silver Grey. Strapping the gigantic Cocoons on the massively padded Gurneys with six Straps each took some more effort.

“Right!” The Supervisor called “Transfer them to the Jet!”

On the Tarmac stood a Global 8000. Next to the Gangway stood several People. Sarah McKenzie, Alecto, Julia and Philo “Their Luggage and yours are on Board” a Stewardess addressed Sarah “Right” the Masterthief nodded “Bring our other Passengers on Board” “Right away” The Stewardess nodded. 15 Minutes later the two Cocoons which contained Kate and Natasha were safely stowed on Board.

“It´s Goodbye then!” the Canadian grinned “Always a pleasure!” Philo smiled – a bit forced. The Black Lady turned to Alecto “Stay away from Beckett!” The Masterthief smiled, but the Asian understood – and nodded. Sarah McKenzie turned swiftly on her Heels strode up the Gangways and vanished inside. She took her Seat and fastened her Safety Belt. The Canadian looked at the two Cocoons. Through Gasmasks the two other Passengers inhaled a Mix of Oxygen and a Sedative.


15 Minutes later the Jet took off.


Philo, Julia and Alecto looked after the Global 8000 “You will stay away from Beckett?” Philo smiled at Alecto “For now” The Asian shrugged “But we will meet again” Julia smiled “I would like to have her and Castle as Guests here” She sighed “Castle is so ruggedly handsome.

“Groupie” Philo muttered.


Queens, New York, Penthouse of Rick Castle and Kate Beckett, 10 Hours later:


Kate stared at a Ceiling. No, not just a Ceiling. The Ceiling. The Ceiling of their bedroom, “Castle´s and my bedroom,” Frustrated she banged her Head against the thick Cushion her Head rested on. “This is so boring,” the Brunette fumed. Kate had no Idea how long she stared at the Ceiling: one hour, two Hours, three Hours?

She had drifted in and out before she was fully lucid. It took the Brunette a while to realize where she was, how she had probably got here. The last Thing Kate remembered? They had been at the Reception Hall at Paradise Island´s Airport. Philo had toasted …. Then? A chloroform-doused Cloth …Natasha´s wide-eyed Face, also a chloroform-doused Cloth on her Face ….

Then Blackness.

To analyze her Predicament did not take that long …. She knew it “Thanks to you Alecto!” The Assassin had introduced the Detective to the Enhanced Restraining System during their first Encounter.

Kate fumed and strained against her downfilled Prison, her Bonds. Her Jaws hurt “And yes” The Brunette cursed “I need a diaper Change ….” – and the damned Vibrator was still buzzing between her legs. In her downfilled Prison, she couldn´t even flex her bound Feet. She could: Bang her Head against the Cushion. She could stare at the Ceiling. And course into her Gag.

Suddenly she heard something … The door to the Bedroom opened. Steps came nearer. Someone knelt on the Mattress. Kate felt it. A Face appeared in her restricted Field of Vision: Castle! “Hello, Beckett!” Her Husband smiled at her. Kate gave him a very angry, very muffled Piece of her Mind “Love to see you too, my beloved Wife!” The Writer smiled that typical “Castle Smile” That did not much to calm Beckett down.

Castle vanished “He won´t ….” Kate cursed. “No” she heard her Husband, I won´t let you simmer in your own Juices!” It took a while … to get Kate out of the restraining Bags. The Detective could tell Castle enjoyed the View of her restrained Body “That Silver-Grey- Suit? It does look good on you!” Kate rolled her Eyes and mumbled something in her Gag – and shifted uneasily on the Bed.

Castle helped her to sit up. Even through the thick down-filled booties of the Suit, she felt the lush Carpet. The Writer took his Time to release Kate – and saved the Gag for last. Finally, the thick foam Ball popped out of her Mouth – followed by a gust of Saliva. Gently her Husband held a bottle of Water against her Lips – and Kate drank in slow sips.

For a while, nobody said a Word “It is good to be Home!” Kate finally sighed and stood “I need a shower!” And waddled into the Bathroom “I do love your Butt Beckett!” Castle chuckled “I heard you!” His Wife fumed “Why don´t you make yourself useful and cook Dinner?”

“Your Wish is my Command!” The Mystery Writer bowed mockingly. Kate banged the Door shut behind her.


Manhattan, New York – another Penthouse, a few Hours earlier:


Sarah McKenzie smiled down at the massive black downfilled Cocoon. The Rustling told her, that Natasha was awake “What do you think my Love? Shall I let you out?” The Russian mumbled something “Alright, alright” The Masterthief grinned “I will let you out!” The Black Lady jumped onto the Mattress, the Thief had changed into comfortable Loungewear. She knelt and pulled the Zipper of the third Restraining Bag down.

Natasha sighed as she felt the Pressure of the outer Bag receding ….

10 Minutes later the Canadian looked down at the still-tied Natasha Bolkonskaya. A wicked Smile crossed her Lips. She pulled the thick red Socks off her Feet – and flexed her Feet “Left or right?” The Masterthief teased the black-haired Russian. Natasha rolled her Eyes and mumbled something “Right you say?” Sarah chuckled “Right it is then” She stretched her right leg and pressed her right-hosed Foot on Natasha´s Nose, counted to Five, removed her Foot, waited five Seconds and pressed her Foot again on Natasha´s Nose.

Natasha could not deny it …. The Feel of the smooth Nylon, the Mix of Sweat and Perfume aroused her …

The Canadian removed her right Foot – and stretched her left Leg out ….and pressed a button on the Tablet which controlled the Vibrator …..


Mystery Island, unknown Location in the Mediterranean, around the same Time:


Cersei could not hear, not see, not speak, not move. She had no Idea where she was. Alecto could have told her. The Asian had been Captive in the secret Dungeons of Mystery Island for several Months …

The Red-Head had woken up, shackled to a metal Chair, which had been bolted to the Floor. She wore a green downfilled Suit with Booties. Of course, the South African was gagged, with a thickly padded Panel Gag. The Cell was, well like any Cell in any Prison at any Place. Cersei faced the Door. A massive Metal Door, without a Lock or a Handle.

“You will enjoy your Vacation!” Philo had told her with a mocking Smile “Think of it as Redemption” Sarah McKenzie added with a sinister Smile “I can promise you, you will like your new Lodgings!” Alecto told her “I enjoyed them for several Months!”

After some Time, the Door had opened. A Woman entered the Cell – which bore a strong Resemblance to Sharon Stone. Sharon Stone as in Basic Instinct. Two other Women followed her – dressed in something that looked like Uniforms: Red Boots, red Cat-Suits.

“I am Sigrid” the blonde Woman had introduced herself “I welcome you on Mystery Island. How long you stay depends on you” Her Tone was cool, clinical, without any Emotion “Follow Orders, do what you are told and everything will be fine. Disobey – and there will be Consequences. Understood?” Cersei just stared back.

“Sigrid” nodded “We were told you might be difficult. In the first Phase, you will be in solitary Confinement.” Sigrid had turned sharply on her Heels and left. Her two Guards approached Cersei …

When she awoke? It was dark. Her whole Body was enshrouded in black Leather from Head to Toe. She was strapped to a Gurney. A Panel Gag filled her Mouth, Ear Buds ensured she was deaf.

Cersei breathed in deeply. She would get out of here. Someday. Sometime “And will have my Revenge! On all of you! Philo! Julia! Alecto! Agnetha – and Beckett!!”


Paradise Island in the Evening:


Philo, Julia, Agnetha and Alecto sat on the Villa´s Patio … they had Dinner – and nursed now Cocktails. It was a warm and pleasant Evening. Julia gazed into the Distance …. Absentmindedly …. “What is it, my love?” Philo touched the left Hand of her Wife gently “I wonder” The Scot hesitated, her Scottish Lilt more pronounced than usual “Did we the right Thing? Is Cersei still a Threat?”

Not for the foreseeable future” Philo reassured the Red-Head “Alecto?”

“Future will tell!” The Asian replied unemotionally “For the Time being? No”

“That sounds really reassuring ….” Julia muttered


The End?

The future will tell!

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