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Dear Friends, dear Readers, dear Followers!
I wish you all a Happy New Year!
That being said? Here follows now, I apologize for the delay, the fifth and final Chapter of Chris´ latest Adventure.
The Files of Art. Inc.:
“Chris von der Marwitz and Mystery of Amrum Island”
Chapter 5
“Auld lang Syne”
Location: Amrum, late December
The Fourth Day
Lorenzen Mansion: 09:00 AM:
Precisely at 09:00 AM, two Cars stop before Lorenzen Mansion. In Front is a Silver Metallic BMW X SUV; the second is a nondescript black Van. The License Plates tell the Observer that the Cars are from Europol. The European Counterpart to Interpol. Headquartered in The Hague in the Netherlands.
Kriminalrätin Birte Ricciarelli smiles innocently at her Assistant: “Max, you do look a little green in the Face! Did I drive too fast again?”
Max says nothing. He waits till his Pulse returns to normal. “All fine, Boss!” He knows by now that his Superior loves to drive fast. As soon as they left the Ferry in Wittdün, she had floored the Gas.
He is curious what they will find. Ricciarelli has been closed as an Oyster. Max knows only that they are here because of Chris von der Marwitz. Since his Transfer from the Homicide Division in Heidelberg to Europol, he has learned that Birte Ricciarelli has close Ties to Chris von der Marwitz and her Family.
Max and Chris's Paths crossed in Heidelberg when Chris´s former Partner Robert von Hardenberg, had been killed. “The Heidelberg Affair” had almost ended in a deadly way for Max when a Sniper wanted to kill his Boss. Max had caught the Bullet for her.
Max likes his new Boss. She thinks outside the Box, has brilliant Instincts. And has no Respect for Authorities or Rank, like his old Boss, Natalie Jungklausen.
Birte is very curious about what they will find exactly in the House. The petite Blonde has an educated Guess though. The Files Sybil had sent were so intriguing that she decided to fetch the Package in Person. Chris had provided them with the Security Codes for the Lorenzen Mansion.
The large Frisian House is impressive. Birte gets out of the Car. A sharp Breeze blows from the Southwest. The petite Blonde turns to her Team: “Okay, let’s get that Show on the Road,” and walks to the Front Door. The Investigator does not wait for her Team to follow. She knows they will do. Max hurries after her. The Mansion is dark and silent. Except for some dimly lit Windows in the Main Complex.
Birte has memorized the Entry Code that Chris had forwarded to her. The massive Door opens with a soft Click. Her Glock 22 at the ready, the Investigator steps over the Threshold. Closely followed by Max.
Silence greets them.
“This is Birte Ricciarelli with Europol, we are coming in!” The Investigator identifies herself.
They listen.
Still no sound.
Everybody knows what to do. Berit and Max turn right, covering each other. The remaining Team splits into three Pairs to clear the Rest of the House.
Birte and Max stop before the double-winged Door to the Living Room. Max covers his Boss and Birte pushes the Door open.
She charges in, Gun at the ready, and stops dead at her Tracks. The Air in the Room is thick with different Scents: Roast, burned Wood, and something different: Sweat and Arousal. Birte cannot help but laugh. She expected something like that after Chris´s latest Message.
In Front of the fireplace, a large nylon bundle squirms on the floor…
“Let´s have a look!” Birte tells Max …….
Amrum, Norddorf: The Castle around Ten:
Chris smiles as she looks around. Sophie is buttering her Toast and slathering it with Marmalade. Sybil eats her Muesli with fresh Fruit. Anna is devouring the second Helping of scrambled Eggs. The Russian and Chris exchange a look, and both smile. Anna turns left: “Lady Merit! Another Cup of Coffee!”
The Egyptian fills Anna´s Pot with the hot, steaming Coffee, no easy Feature, with shackled Wrists fastened to a Girdle around her Waist. Her Ankles are shackled, too. “The Uniform does suit her, Chris doesn´t it?” Anna chuckles.
“Perfectly.” Chris smiles.
Anna´s Lady in Waiting wears the same Uniform Chris has worn, as well as the devious Platform Sandals. Merits lower Face is hidden behind a Neck Corset. A heavy Affair of gleaming black Leather, which rests on the young Noblewoman´s Shoulders. Chris knows for a fact that the Corset hides a substantial Mouth Packing: Three Panties, the ones Chris, Anna, and Sophie wore evenings yesterday.
Chris and Sophie exchange a knowing look: Both think back to Yesterday Evening.
Chris:
I was just recovering from my latest Orgasm. The Chloroform and that Egyptian Compound have made me lightheaded and dizzy. I feel Anna and Sophie moving next to me. Someone jumps to their Feet. Merit. I hear her soft footfalls. Then cold Metal on my nylon-covered, sweaty Soles. Merit cuts the Tape which keeps my Insteps together and those devilish Smart Eggs under my high Arches. I sigh in relief. My Soles are incredibly sensitive by now. And the Pantyhose makes it even worse.
With surprising Strength, Merit helps me sit up and swings me around so that my Feet rest on the Floor. “Up, up!” She orders. Getting on my Feet, mummified and taped, and blind is a Challenge. I manage it on the third Attempt. I sway lightly.
Merit turns me to the right. “Hop!” She orders imperiously, “You won´t fall, I will guide you.” I hop! One! Two!” “Zap!” Merit slaps me on the Butt. “Stop!” She orders finally. I sway slightly, breath heavily. “Don´t go away!” The young Egyptian chuckles. I hear her padding away. She returns to the Bed. The Sounds tell me she is doing something to Anna or Sophie.
“Hop to it! Hop to it!” She encourages someone. A muffled Retort: It is Sophie! She is hopping, probably in my Direction. Finally, I can sense her before me. I smell her Perfume, her Sweat, I hear her heavy breathing.
“Closer you two!” Merit slaps us simultaneously on our Butts. “I want your Breasts and Cunts squashed together!” “Impressive!” I think. “Merit the Dominatrix!” I shuffle forward.
Sophie:
I shuffle forward till Chris and my Breasts are touching. “Closer!” Merit commands. More Slaps on our Butts. Finally, Anna´s Lady-in-Waiting turned Mistress is pleased: Our toes touch, our Breasts are squeezed together, our Crotches pressing against each other. I feel Chris´s heat, sense her Arousal, the Vibrations of her Vibrator as she feels mine. This is incredibly erotic!
What will Merit do next?
We have not long to wait: Merit is taping our Ankles together. Another Tapeband midcalf. One under the Knees, three above … The last one goes around our Heads and forces us into an involuntary kiss. I can feel the multiple Layers of Chris´ Gag on my gagged Mouth.
What now? At least Merit has removed the doused Dust Masks, so my Head clears a bit. We have not long to wait. A hard Shove and Chris and I tumble head over Heels over on the Bed. Thankfully, we fall on our Sides.
The Fall knocks the Breath out of us. I need some Time to gather my Wits, so I sense too late what Merit is doing …. She stretches our bound Feet out and ties our already tied big Toes together. Our joined Feet are now fixed in the en Pointe Position.
Merit jumps on the Bed … Then the Vibrators spring to Life. Full throttle, Merit digs her Fingers in our soft Soles …..
The Present:
“We think the same!” Sophie smiles. Chris smiles back, then at Anna: “I think!” The Pianist chuckles. “We agree that your trusty Lady-in-Waiting needs a Lesson in Obedience! But don´t forget, we need the Lady Merit for the final Rehearsal!”
“I know, Lady von der Marwitz!” Anna says generously.
“Then everything will be fine, Your Grace!” Chris replies in the same Tone.
The Blonde rises. “I will go for a run!” She looks around. “I need a breath of fresh air. Who will join me?”
“I will!” Sophie smiles.
“I won´t!” Anna grins deviously. “My Lady in Waiting and I will have a disciplinary Hearing!”
“Don´t overdo it!” Chris´s Tone is light, but the meaning is clear.
“You know me!” Anna replies in the same Tone.
“I do.” Chris counters, almost conversationally, “That´s why I say it.”
Anna and Chris understand each other blind.
The Violinist nods.
“That is settled then.” Chris rises and turns to Sophie: “Come!”
The Lorenzen Mansion around 11:00 AM:
Frauke Lorenzen looks Eyes with the Investigator, Birte Ricciarelli. The Cop is at least one Head smaller. But she has the Air of a Pitbull. Blonde, her blonde Hair in an untidy Ponytail. White Sneakers, faded Jeans, a green Turtleneck. Her Pokerface betrays nothing.
One Thing is clear: Birte Ricciarcelli is not impressed by Frauke Lorenzen, and that does not sit well with the Frisian Matriarch. Lorenzen fumes inwardly. The whole Situation had been so humiliating:
“Be careful!” Ricciarelli had ordered. “Document every Step when you free them. Everything by the Book!” Her Team had followed the Investigator to the Letter, and so it had taken over an hour to free Femke and her from her Nylon Prison.
They were provided with Covers and allowed to freshen up. And Clothing: No nonsense Undies, not fashionable but practical. A blue Jumpsuit with the Europol Logo, white Socks, and Sneakers. Without Shoelaces. They had been handcuffed, but at least they had been served breakfast.
The Police Officers treated them with professional Courtesy but left them no Opening whatsoever. Now Lorenzen stands before Ricciarelli. Frauke notices that the Investigator is relatively young. She introduced herself as Kriminalrätin. So she must be either very good or well-connected.
“Frau Lorenzen!” Birte Ricciarelli looked her straight in the Eyes:
“You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to have an attorney present before and during the questioning; and
You have the right, if you cannot afford the services of an attorney, to have one appointed, at public expense and without cost to you, to represent you before and during the questioning.”
The Frisian stared back: “I want to call my Lawyer!”
“You can do that as soon as we have you transferred to The Hague.” Ricciarelli smiled. She looked at her Watch. “The Helicopter will arrive presently!”
As if on cue, the Sound of a Helicopter grew louder ….
“You cannot do that.” The Matriarch protested, “I want to speak to my Lawyer at once.”
“Actually, we can.” Birte smiled. “Your Lawyer will tell you.”
Outside, the Helicopter lands. Sands whirl through the Air.
15 Minutes later, the Helicopter was again in the Air with its two Passengers on Board.
Birte looked after the Chopper for a Moment, then turned to Max. “Let´s wrap things up. The Forensics will have to do quite a while.” She sighed, “Too bad we have to return as soon as possible to the Mainland ….”
“Boss, I can take care of that.” Max shrugged. “You need to be in The Hague on January 3rd.”
Birte is tempted, very much so ….. Chris has invited her to spend New Year's Eve here on Amrum ….
Amrum, Norddorf: The Castle:
Anna smiles: “Merit, Merit, what shall I do with you?”
The Egyptian does not respond. For obvious Reasons:
First: She is still gagged with the Neck Corset.
Second: She is blind, thanks to the heavy Sleepmask.
Third: She is hogtied. Leather Armbinder. Leather Straps. Shackles.
Merits Ankles rest on her Wrists.
Her Toes are bound to the Leather Armbinder, too.
Anna wears a gleaming leather Cat Suit. She has kicked off her Louboutin Platform Pumps. The Russian walks around Merit. As she stands in Front of her, she stops. “Smell Slave!” and presses her right nylon Sole on Merit´s Face.
In her right Hand, Anna holds a riding Crop. As she stands behind Merit, a wicked Smile crosses her Face. She will not overdo it. Anna swings wide ….
“Anna?” Charlotte, the AI of Art. Inc. interrupts her. “Yes!” The Russian pulled the blow. “Chris told me to tell you that Ragna, Evie, and Ekaterina will arrive within the Hour.”
“I won´t.” Anna is not pleased. “Is that all, Charlotte?” “It is.” The AI smiles.
The Russian swings wide a second Time …. Zap! Anna hits Merits' left Heel.
Amrum: Norddorf, Community Hall, 0700 AM:
Frederic Christiansen stands behind the last Row in the Community Hall: The Room is packed with People: excited Whispers, Murmurs, the Clinking of Glasses. Excitement is in the Air. And Frederic cannot deny it, he is excited too.
As Manager of the Amrum Tourism Office, he oversaw all arrangements. In Truth? He had rubbed his eyes when the Agent for Chris von der Marwitz contacted him in October, offering the pianist to give a Concert at the traditional Event before New Year´s Eve.
Honestly? Frederic had been a bit unsure what to expect. But the Communications with von der Marwitz´s Management had been easy, professional, and polite.
That the Artist arranged and paid for the Transport of the Fazioli Grand Piano had been a Surprise.
Frederic remembers their first in-person meeting a few Days ago. The Pianist proved to be easy-going. No Arrogance or Allures. The tall Blonde´s Charm had been overwhelming. Cordially. Not what he expected: “Your Community Hall has wonderful Acoustics.” She smiled politely. “I am looking forward to the Concert!”
“Now the Moment is there!” He thinks. For Amrum, this is a big Event. Honestly? To pay the Pianist her usual Fees had been out of the Question, but the Blonde plays for free- Her Management made that clear from the Start.
Frederic knows the Pianist has arrived. He is most curious about the second Half of the Concert. “That will be a Surprise!” The Blonde had smiled enigmatically. He checks his Watch. It is Time. Frederic walks down the Aisle and steps onto the Podium:
He looks down at the Audience: No Evening Gowns, no Suits. Outdoor Gear instead. Casual. Just Amrum. Applause greets him as he turns to the Audience:
He looks into beaming Faces full of Excitement.
“Dear Guests! Dear Friends of Amrum!” His Voice carries without Mike to the last Row. “I welcome you all to this Event, our traditional Concert before New Year´s Eve!”
He pauses for Effect:
“This Evening!” He continues, “We have the honour to have one of the leading Pianists of her Generation among us: Christine von der Marwitz!” Applause brands up.
“I will be brief!” Frederic smiles, “Christine will tell you all you need to know! An Applause for Christine von der Marwitz!”
Applause.
Chris smiles. This is her Clue. She breathes in deeply. She is used to the limelight, the Applause, the great Stages of the World: Berlin, Vienna, London, Paris, New York, Tokyo. Chris knows the Feeling intimately before she steps onto a Podium.
Somehow this feels different here, in this small Community Hall. And yet she enjoys it. In the first Place, this Concert has been just part of the Plan to bring down Frauke Lorenzen. But Chris would not be Chris if she did not take a Concert seriously, any Concert.
Music is a serious Business. It demands most of the Interpreter. Always. A Lesson she has learned very early in Japan, where she grew up. So, this Concert is no different than a Concert in the Hamburg Philharmonic, Covent Garden, Carnegie Hall, or Suntory Hall.
Purposefully, she strides along. Her black high-heeled Aquazura Platform Sandals click loudly on the wooden Floor. Chris clears the few Steps up the Podium where Frederic Christiansen awaits her. Politely, he kisses her right Hand. Chris is impressed, a perfect Handkiss like in Vienna: His Lips barely brush her Skin.
Chris smiles at Frederic: “Thank you for that warm Welcome, Frederic! Your Words made me blush!” Her melodious Alto Voice fills the Hall easily. She chuckles.
She turns to the Audience: “My dear Guests! I am delighted to have the Opportunity to spend this Evening with you all at the End of the Year at Amrum, at Norddorf!” Chris smiles warmly.
Applause.
“In the first Part of the Concert I will play Chopin and Schumann for you!” She smiles, “And now I will let the Music speak!”
Chris bows. A Wave of Applause again. She sits and adjusts the Seat. The Blonde closes her Eyes for a Spell, breathes in deeply, and her Hands hover above the Keyboard. She strikes the first Key. Not very hard, not very loud. The Tone stands clear in the Hall.
Birte Ricciarelli watches fascinated. To hear Chris play the Piano is always fascinating. For her, the Dire Straits and Bruce Springsteen Fan. She never expected to fall for Classical Music. Chris is a Witch when she starts to play. Birte knows that. “With the first Stroke she captures her Audience!”
Chris has not opted for the Diva Outfit: Wide-legged black Trousers, a crisp white Blouse, her blonde Mane falling down like a golden River down her Shoulders. Birte likes this Understatement. It fits the Occasion. She looks down at the Leaflet with the Program:
The first Piece is Chopin's first Ballade in G Minor. And Birte feels it: With the first Keystrokes, Chris has captured her Audience. Birte sits in the last Row and watches the Spectators grow mesmerized. Nobody is looking at his Smartphone.
Chris feels it too. She smiles as she embarks on the Ballade´s Final. She hammers the final two Accords into the Keyboard. Waits two seconds. Takes her Hands from the Keyboard and leans back.
Silence. Then? Applause.
Chris stands, turns to the audience, and bows. Warmth floods her Body, Exhilaration even. The Blonde bows again and sits. Closes her Eyes and focuses. To play the Etudes is always a Challenge for every Pianist.
Chris will now play the last three Etudes of Op. 25. Each of them is a Mount Everest. One Misstep can be fatal. The Blonde likes the Challenge. Always. Chopin is close to her Heart, has ever been.
Critics have called Chris one of the best Chopin players of her Generation. She does not like those Comparisons at all. Arthur Rubinstein, Vladimir Horowitz, Martha Argerich, Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli. Each is a Giant. “I am what I am.” She thinks.
Chris focuses: The Etude in B Minor is nothing for those faint of Heart. Chromatic Octaves, rapid, ascending, and descending in both Hands. Rapid is a relative Category of course. Chris plays rapid. Rapid as in rapid as in a Horse in full Gallop, clearing a Parcour as in the Eventing Competition at the Olympic Games.
Chris charges.
Full Gallop.
Like the Light Brigade at Balaclava.
As Tennyson wrote:
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
She intends not to fail like the six hundred. They charged valiantly and were butchered mercilessly.
Chris charges valiantly.
Chris will not be butchered.
Not at the Grand Piano.
Nor anywhere else.
The Recital´s first Part ends with Schumann´s Symphonic Etudes. Another Milestone. Chris selected for this Program Composers and Compositions close to her Heart. Schumann´s Etudes are one of those. Schumann in General.
Birte Ricciarelli is mesmerized. She has seen Chris playing a few Times now. For the first time, back in Egypt, the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls ended with a grandiose Victory Feast. This was the first Time she watched Chris entirely free of any Burden, when she played her very own Transcription of Verdi´s Triumph March from Aida…
Her mind wanders back to that Feast in the Western Desert:
Chris bowed and sat down. She inhaled deeply, concentrated, and closed her eyes for a spell. Truth be told, she felt just a bit insecure – but she pushed that feeling away. Her fingers touched the first keys, and it was as if someone had flipped a switch: Gone were all doubts, and she felt this would be extraordinary.
This would be one of the moments when anything was possible. Chris let the music carry her. With somnambulistic Precision, she hit every key, every chord. Jumps and scales she played with full risk, at full gallop – and enjoyed every second of it. This is what she was born for. Had she been the High priestess of Death in the morning hours was she now the High priestess of Music.
Anna watched Chris with deep affection: how her best friend just let go and let the music guide her. She had not known that the Pianist had worked on that Transcription. This was a Transcription of Franz Liszt's work as he would have written it if he had possessed a modern Grand Piano. Chris had made effectful use of the possibilities of the contemporary Grand Piano and her flawless Technique.
The Russian knew that few pianists could do what Chris was doing right now. Her nimble fingers danced in full gallop across the Keyboard. For a spell, their eyes met, and Anna felt something passing between them. It was just a fraction of a second, but the Russian felt it keenly, nevertheless.
Anna looked around: Chris had done it once more and ensnared her Audience with her art. Again, she did what Sensei Nakamura had said so long ago: Chris gave herself totally without mental reservation, there was no hesitation – she just acted.
Anna told Birte about how she felt, as Chris played back then. Birte wonders; she has not seen Anna, Sophie, and Merit yet. “This will be a Surprise!” The Russian had smiled mysteriously.
Chris´ thundering the last Accord into the Keyboard brought her back to the Present.
Total Silence. Then a Storm of Clapping Hands. Chris rises, turns to the Audience, and bows. “She smiles warmly.” Sophie thinks. The skilled Investigator notices the slightly reddened Cheeks. She knows that Look, that Expression … Chris bows a second Time, and a third.
“Thank you!” She addresses the Audience “Thank Amrum! Thank you so much! You are wonderful!”
Chris smiles.
She turns swiftly on her Heels and vanishes behind the Curtain …her blonde Mane whirling.
Artist´s Room:
Chris steps over the Threshold, a Bounce in her Step. Anna grins as she notices her Friend´s rosy Cheeks. The Violinist knows that facial Expression. “Not a Word!” The Blonde warns her Friend. “Who? Me?” The Russian smiled innocently. “Yes, you!” The Pianist returns, only to have in Jest.
“I prepared your Tea!” Merit smiles. Chris always insists on having her green Tea ready during Intermissions. “Thank you!” Chris smiles warmly at the Egyptian and takes a Sip. By now, Merit knows precisely how the Pianist likes her green Tea, and she is adept at the classical Tea Ceremony, too. The Blonde closes her Eyes, takes a Sip and savours the light bitter Taste of the Sencha.
Then she musters her Friends: “You will blow the Audience away!”
After the Break:
Chris steps onto the Podium. The Audience falls instantly silent. Frederic is fascinated. He is sure to feel something; the Blonde radiates. She bows but does not sit down. Instead, she takes the Mike, lying on the shimmering black Grand Piano.
The Artist looks from left to right and smiles: “I guess, you are all curious what awaits you in the second Half of this Concert.” Her melodious Alto Voice would have filled the Room easily without the Mike, Frederic is sure.
She smiles mysteriously, “Allow me, allow us, to take you on a Journey, a Journey through Space and Time, from the far North, deep down in the Egyptian Western Desert. The Times when God-Kings ruled Ancient Egypt!”
Chris pauses for Effect:
“Welcome to the Stage, the Honourable Lady Merit of the most noble and ancient House of Senemut!”
A few Minutes before …. Behind the Curtain ….:
“I cannot do that, Mistress!” Merit fidgets on the Spot. “Merit, you will do just fine!, You can, and you will do!” Anna reassured her. “Look, what you did during our Time in Egypt for me!” The Egyptian pulled herself together. “I can do this!” And steps into the limelight.
The Present:
Frederic is mesmerized: What he sees on the Stage now is like one of the Pictures of ancient Egyptian Tombs come to life again, from the Depths of Time:
From the sleek, gleaming, shoulder-length black Hair, the golden Circlet on her Head, the long pleated white Dress, the Bracelets at her Wrists. The Penchant around her Neck in the form of an Eye, the golden medium-heeled sandals.
In her right hand, she holds a gilded Harp. Gracefully, she bows. Her Fingers strike the Chords of the Harp, and the silvery Tones fill the Halls, like pearls on a String. Merit starts to sing, in a crystal clear Soprano in a foreign Language.
Chris, who has sat down at the Grand Piano, smiles as she listens. Anna´s Lady-in-Waiting has captured each and every one. The first Song ends. Applause brands up ….With a shy Smile Merits bows.
“I will sing now for you an ancient Egyptian Tale, “The Tale of the Two Brothers.” Frederic is fascinated. The Singer's German is perfect, except for Traces of an Accent he cannot place.
Merit sings three more Songs, Ballades one could call them. Slow Numbers. Songs of Love and War. After the fourth Number, Chris steps at the young Noblewoman´s Side, the Mike in her Hand: “Another Applause for Merit please!” Beneath her heavy Makeup, the Egyptian blushes.
“You do really well!” Chris whispers out of the Corner of her Mouth.
Chris waits for a Spell, till the Applause dies down, and raises her Voice again. “Let us enter another Stage of this Journey! Please welcome on Stage Anna Alexandrovna Romanova!”
The Audience falls silent as a very tall, black-haired Woman enters the Stage. Regally, she strides along. Looking like Queen Nefertari Reborn, her pleated Dress is flaming Red.
On her Head she wears a beautiful Diadem:
Tutankhamun’s Golden Diadem: The Royal Headband of Power
Chris smiles: Anna hates wearing Wigs, but for this Concert she made an exception. The only Extravaganza her best Friend allows her to have?
She wears nude Pantyhose and red Platform Aquazura Platform Sandals. That is just Anna. Subtly defying Protocol, when she is in the Mood and thinks it necessary.
In her right hand, she holds her Stradivarius and her bow. With a graceful Smile Anna bows and steps at Merit´s right Side. The Crowd is stunned in Silence. Chris smiles. Anna can have that effect on People.
The Pianist turns to the Audience: “Anna will accompany Merit now, along with me.” What happened now would never be forgotten by any of the 300 People in the Community Hall.
Outside the Community Hall, the stiff Northern Wind howled around the Building. Inside, the Audience travelled through Space and Time. Quickly forgetting they were on a small Northern Frisian Island in Midwinter.
Anna´s Violin sings like a Human Voice. Chris´s Piano Play lays the Foundation for Merit´s Harp and Voice.
As a grand finale, the Violinist and the Pianist fantasise above one of the Songs Merit sang before. The young Noblewoman joins the Fray and improvises on the Harp, its sweet and dulcet Tones dancing through the Hall.
Three Encores later:
The Audience does not want the Musicians to leave the Stage, so Chris addresses their Spectators: “Thank you, dear Friends, thank you!” She beams and bows. “The final Piece! Final as in final!” Chris smiles, “Verdi´s Triumph March from Aida!”
She sits down, her Hands hover over the Keyboard …. She exchanges a Look with Anna, who is ready to play, her Bow hovering over the Strings ….
Chris plays the first Notes …. And throws all Caution out of the Window …
Later in the Evening, the Castle:
The Family has convened in the large Living Room before the Fireplace. Sophie smiles as she looks around. She and Evie have cuddled together on one of the three large Sofas, conversing in low Tones.
The Lawyer takes a Sip of the rich Shiraz from Australia.
As they returned from the Community Hall, Ragna warmed up her famous Fish Soup, which she had prepared in the Afternoon. Ragna and Ekaterina cuddle together on another Sofa. The Icelandress and Sophie exchange a Look, and the Valkyrie smiles mischievously. Sophie knows Ragna has Plans for the Evening ….
Sophie looks to the Table in the Living Room: Anna, Merit, Chris, and Birte chat animatedly. The young Egyptian beams. Like all the others she wears leggings, a thick Turtleneck and thick woollen Socks on her Feet. The only Exception from her Companions is: Merit wears four Pairs of Socks on her Feet.
“I am a Child of the Desert!” She defended herself as Anna teased her. “You have no Idea how cold it was in the Community Hall! My Feet are still Chunks of Ice!” “May I remind you whose brilliant Idea this Part of the Program was, including the Wardrobe?” The Russian smiles innocently. “And brilliant it was!” Chris chimes in. “Cheers, Merit!” They clank Glasses. The Pianist turns to Birte: “Any News from The Hague?”
“They have safely arrived, Max informed me!” Birte smiles. “Lorenzen will see her Lawyer tomorrow! But …..”
The Clanks of a Spoon on Glass interrupts her: Ragna has risen in her hand, she holds a Champagne Flute.
Chris and Anna exchange a look: They have a certain idea of where this might go.
“Friends!” The Icelandress addresses her Audience. “It has been a wonderful Evening! And think we could end the Day with some Recreational Fun!”
“Recreational Fun is one way to put it!” Anna chuckles, “I have no Idea what you are talking about.” Her best Friend smiles knowingly. “Liar!” The Russian scolds the Pianist.
“We will play a classic Game, and I will be Game Master! With your consent, of course!” The Icelandress had thrown the Gauntlet down.
“Game Master?” Evie whispers, “Sounds like Hunger Games to me!” “Who will be Katniss Everdeen?” Sophie chuckles. “You!” Evie kisses Sophie fully on the Mouth. The Lawyer responds in kind.
“Manners, Ladies, Manners!” Anna chuckles. Evie and Sophie blush.
“Carry on, Ragna!” Chris grins, “What do you have in Mind, Game Mistress?”
“Nothing too complicated,” Ragna smiles innocently: “Spillikins!”
“What a wonderful Idea!” Chris mutters under her breath.
“I heard that!” Ragna chuckles.
“Let me guess!” Sophie muses aloud, “The Winner wins, and the Loser ….”
“Gets tied up!” Anna completes the Sentence.
“Alright then!” Ragna announced, “Let the Games begin!” The Icelandress looks around …. “The first Pair will be Chris versus Sybil!”
Minutes later:
The Pianist and the IT-Genius fixate on each other. Chris treats her Friend with the Look of a Predator about to pounce on its Prey. “Ready?” The Blonde smiles ominously at the Brunette. “When you are!” Sybil is not one bit intimidated
The others stand around the Table. Ragna drops the Bundle of 30 or so Sticks on the Table.
Chris locks down at the Sticks askew on the Table. She decides to pull the one with the green Bands. She bides her Time. Everyone holds their Breath but finally the Stick comes free.
“Your Turn!” Chris smiles.
Everyone holds their Breath as Sybil makes her move and picks one red-banded Stick, very near the Top. Carefully, slowly. As she pulls the Stick free, she smiles at Chris, “Your Turn!”
Three more Rounds.
Then it is Chris´s Turn again.
This one is tricky:
It is the “Master-Stick”, the one who would end the Game.
The Blonde concentrates.
She is almost there.
A sudden hot Breath brushes her right Ear.
Chris twitched.
The Pile tumbles together.
The Blonde curses in Japanese.
Chris turns around slowly and looks in Ragna´s smiling Face: “Oops, did I break your Concentration?”
The Pianist rises and looks the Icelandress in the Eye.
She says nothing, just raises her Eyebrows.
Ragna knows, there will be Payback at the Future.
“Okay, what now, Games Mistress?” Chris challenges her.
The Valkyrie holds a Stack of Cards in her Right: “Draw one, Chris!”
Chris looks at Ragna, then at the Cards. And draws one. She turns it. Reads it and gives it back to Ragna.
Chris steps before the Fireplace, pulls the dark Green Turtleneck over her Head, and throws the Garment on the Floor.
“No Bra!” Anna grins.
The Blonde gives her Middle Finger.
“Manners, Manners, Chris!” The Russian scolds her best Friend.
Gracefully, the Blonde slips the left, then the right, thick woollen Sock off.
Elegantly, she rolls her white leggings down.
Now Chris wears just her green Panties and her nude Hose.
Defiantly, she folds her Arms under her Chest, challenging her Friends.
“Do your Worst!”
“You heard the Lady! Ragna chuckles.
When the proverbial Dust settles, Chris sits on the Fur before the Fireplace.
Chris's Head is enshrouded in Silk. Only her Nose is not covered. The bulging Cheeks indicate she is massively gagged.
Her Arms are bound high behind her Back in a stringent Reverse Prayer Tie.
Broad Silk Bands above and below her Breasts.
Another around her Waist.
The knotted Crotch Scarf looks tight.
Her Legs are bound in a Sort of Frogtie.
Her nyloned Soles are pressed together.
Her Insteps tied.
Her Big Toes tied together too.
A low Buzz indicates Chris also has a Vibrator or Smart Eggs inside her.
“She does look good!” Anna chuckles.
“What actually stood on the Card?” Evie asks Ragna.
The Icelandress chuckles: “Silk.”
Chris seems oblivious to the Surroundings. She rubs the Soles of her Feet against each other, as much as her Bonds allow.
“I love this Sound!” Sophie chuckles.
Ragna claps in her Rands: “Alright, Ladies! Ready for round Two!”
One Hour later:
The Icelandress looks around, very pleased with herself:
Chris is still sitting in Front of the Fireplace, breathing heavily, sweaty.
Birte Ricciarelli is ball tied and hoisted by her Ankles in the Air. Also blindfolded and gagged with Silk Scarfs. Her Socks came in handy.
Sophie and Evie are stripped down to their Underwear and Hose. They hug each other tightly, their Hands tied behind the Back of the Others. Silken Bands hold them together. Their Legs are stretched out and tied with Silk Scarfs:
Big Toes, Insteps, Ankles, Calves, below and above the Joint. Moving their Legs is out of the Question. Their bound Toes are fastened to Anker Points in the Walls. The Lawyer and the Egyptologist are totally oblivious to their Surroundings, thanks to Voice-Cancelling Earbuds.
Their Mouths are pressed together in an involuntary Gag Kiss.
They squirm and rub their Breasts against each other.
Sybil is standing in a tight Strappado, though tiptoeing is more like it. The IT Genius dances almost on her pantyhosed, bound Toes. Like the others the Brunette is blindfolded deaf and gagged massively. In Sybils ' Case, a large Harnessballgag with a large Amount of Stuffing: One of Sybils Socks. The IT-Guru is drooling profusely.
That leaves Anna, her trusted Lady-in-Waiting, and Ekaterina, Ragna´s beloved.
Merit is a Nylon Mummy: Six Layers of black Pantyhose, after Ragna has tied her thoroughly with Silk Scarves. Her four Pairs of Socks have come in Handy. Two Pairs fill Merits Mouth, the other two Anna´s.
Like the others, Anna wears her Underwear: Red Bra, Panties, and nude Hose. Only her flat Tummy rests on the Floor, as she rocks slightly in her Hogtie: A Chicken-Wing Hogtie. Anna can take it, Ragna knows. Her lower Face is covered from Chin to Nose in red Silk. That is the first Layer only. The Icelandress smiles: To Merit´s Socks she has added two Pairs of Panties.
And then there is Ekaterina:
The other Russian lies on her Front, her Body tied with numerous Bands of Silk Scarves from Big Toes to above her Shoulders. 16 in total. That includes a Crotch Scarf, a Blindfold, a multilayered Gag, and a blue Scarf, which matches her Underwear in Colour.
“Charlotte!” Ragna addresses the Artificial Intelligence, “Yes, Ragna?” The AI responds. “I make the final Preparations now. Execute Program 2 Alpha when I am done.” “Of Course! Ragna.” And the Icelandress hears the Smile in her Voice. “Release as scheduled?” Charlotte asks politely. “Release as scheduled.” The Icelandress confirms.
Ragna sits on the Floor and begins her Preparations. Like her Friends, she wears only a bra, panties, and Hose: Black Underwear, black Hose. The Blonde takes a small Piece of String to tie her big Toes together. One blue Scarf keeps her Insteps together. Ragna does not need long to tie her long, muscular Legs with six more silken Shawls: Blue, green, red, beige, white, and yellow. Of course, a Crotch Scarf.
Ragna takes her own Socks and one of Ekaterina's and works the large Wad into her Mouth. Her Jaws stand slightly ajar. The herculean Blonde takes a red Paisely Scarf, folds it, and ties it around her lower Face. Now the tricky Part:
She takes a Pair of shiny, broad Steel manacles. Ragna closes one Cuff around her right Wrist. Now she takes the heavily padded Blindfold. The Valkyrie glides to the Floor next to Ekaterina and hugs the Russian. With some Effort she cuffs her left Wrist too. Ekaterina feels what her Beloved does and presses her Breasts more tightly against Ragna´s. The Icelandress responds in Kind, and soon they find their Rhythm as they squirm like two Snakes on the Floor.
Charlotte takes this as her Cue to start the Program ….
Like the others, Chris is totally oblivious to this. The Blonde is focused only on one Thing: Her next Orgasm. She rubs her nyloned Soles more frantically against each other. The exact Moment the two Smart Eggs jump into high gear…
“This is Torture.” Chris thinks.
“This is Pleasure.” Chris thinks.
“This is Torture and Pleasure!” Chris sighs into her Gag.
The Power of the Orgasm washed like a Tsunami over her and blackened anything else out.
Sweet Oblivion. Nothing more.
Chris and the Mystery of Amrum: The End?
Will Frauke Lorenzens and Chris´s Paths cross again?
The Hague: Unknown Time, an Interrogation Room:
Frauke Lorenzen sits on one Side of the Table. Her Wrists were shackled and bolted to the Table. She still wears the Blue Jumpsuit and the white Sneakers, without Shoelaces. The Frisian fumes. When she had been escorted here, her Ankles had been shackled too.
“Like I am a dangerous Criminal!” She snorted. But Lorenzen has to admit that her Accommodations could be worse. Even the Breakfast had been acceptable. The Coffee quite good, actually.
The Door opens, and a blonde Man her Age entered the Room. Everybody about him exudes Wealth and Power. From his expensive Haircut, his perfectly tailored dove blue Suit, to the polished black Brogues.
He sits down. His clear-cut face reminds Lorenzen of the Bust of a Roman Patrician. She catches a whiff of his expensive Aftershave. “Good Morning Frau Lorenzen!” He speaks German with a slight Netherlandish Accent. “I am Mynheer van Helsing. Abraham van Helsing.”
“You are not the Lawyer I requested.” The Frisian states.
“Doctor Freidorf contacted me after one of my Clients recommended me. My esteemed Colleague does not possess the necessary Licence to represent you here in the Netherlands.” Van Helsing explains, not irritated in the slightest.
He waits to give Frauke Lorenzen time to process that.
“Your Client. Who is he?” Frauke demands. She knows she is irritated. But she is tired. Tired and frustrated.
Now the Lawyer smiles. “My Client prefers to remain anonymous for now. He thinks, though, you have a mutual Interest.”
“Such as?” The Frisian shots. She is just not in the Mood for any polite Conversation.
Van Helsing is still not irritated in the slightest and smiles his professional Smile, which does not reach his brown Eyes:
“Christine von der Marwitz ….”
Lorenzen´s Interest is piqued; he can tell.
“Tell me more!” Frauke Lorenzen demands. Her Tone has changed.
“I will, in due Course ….” Van Helsing smiles. He takes a Form from his Expensive Briefcase and lays it before Frauke. He unscrews an expensive Fountain Pen.
“If you sign this Form, please?” ….
Chris von der Marwitz and the Mystery of Amrum: The End, for now 
