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Anna and the Magician
Hamburg, late May
Annotation:
This Story plays after “Chris and the Lost Mozart.”
Elbphilharmonie, around 0900 PM
Anna and the Magician
Hamburg, late May
Annotation:
This Story plays after “Chris and the Lost Mozart.”
Elbphilharmonie, around 0900 PM
Anna Alexandrovna Romanova was bored. Bored beyond belief. Why was she here? The Truth was simple: Today was their monthly Family Night Out. And Chris accepted no Excuses.
Two Days before:
“What?” Anna had confronted the Pianist, “A Magic Show? You can´t be serious!” “Yes,” Chris said with a smile, “I am.” “But they are so boring!” The Russian returned, “The Amazing Amanda Thornton is like David Copperfield reloaded.” The Blonde smiled. “And she has a sexy Assistant, I heard – a Latina.”
“Right,” Anna huffed, “And?” Chris chuckled. “Don´t be such a Spoilsport – and Scuttlebutt has it, they like to play Games. Amanda is a real Houdini, I heard.” She grinned coyly, “Don´t tell me you would like that!”
Anna blushed. She loved the Games they played in their Household. “Still not interested.” She muttered. “There is no Way to chicken out!” Chris smiled, “You know our Family Night Outs are mandatory. So, stop being the grand Party Pooper. You will go anyway.” The Pianist chuckled, “You will go, Anna – even if I have to tie you up first. And drag you along! Your Decision!”
The Violinist sighed. “Right then.” She looked at her best Friend. “What else?” Chris's smile was now mischievous. “Sarah will join us. Our Grandma has a Task here in Hamburg, and I asked her to join us. And when I remember correctly, Sarah has a score to settle – after what you did to her in the Alps.”
“I can handle her!” Anna challenged the Blonde, “I know.” Chris smiled, “And it will be fun to watch!”
The Present:
And now: Two Weeks later? They were here in the Elbphilharmonie. They were Anna, Chris, Merit, Ragna, Sophie, Sybil, and Sarah McKenzie. “My God, Anna, you look like you have a serious Toothache!” The Canadian had teased her before they left the Villa for the Show.
“Shut up!” Anna muttered. The Girls had dressed up to the Nines: Colourful Dresses. High Heels and Pantyhose of Course. Chris had opted for the classic black Dress, black Hose, and open-toed Aquazura slingback Platform Heels. Anna could not deny that her best Friend looked just gorgeous. She glowed. Her Relationship with Ardeth Bey did her good:
Check the Finish of this Chapter and you will see what Anna means:
Chris and the lost Mozart: Epilogue IV by Imhotep-Ra on DeviantArt
Anna herself had chosen a red Sequin Dress, which left her Shoulders bare. Her long, sleek Black Hair in a Ponytail. Nude Hose and matching red Platform Sandals of Gianvito Rossi. She loved them!
Now they sat in the first Row in front of the Podium. Anna had to give it to Chris: Amanda Thornton (Think of Jennifer Conolly) and Gloria Santiago (Think of Gladys Jimenez) knew their Business. The Magician handled the Audience with Ease. She wore the classic Dress of her Trade: A black Top Hat, a white Blouse, and a black Bow Tie. Black Jacket, a black pencil Skirt, black Hose, and high Black Heels.
“That is so boring!” Anna complained loudly. Chris shot her an angry Look. “Shut up!” The Blonde hissed. Anna didn´t mind. Sarah McKenzie chuckled, “She deserves a good Spanking, don´t you think?” The Canadian whispered in Chris´s left Ear. “She does!” The Blonde whispered back.
On the Podium, Amanda Thornton turned to her Audience. She was in high Spirits. The Elbphilharmonie was packed – and she had noticed some Visitors in the first Row, which had caused some turning Heads as they took their Seats:
Two tall Blondes. One had to be over six Feet. The second only slightly smaller. A very tall, black-haired Woman in a shimmering red Dress. A lithe Brunette. A dark-haired Woman who looked much like Sophia Loren, a foreign-looking Woman with sleek black Hair, and another Blackhead. Probably the oldest of the Group. Obviously very athletic.
The Woman in Red was complaining. Amanda could not understand what she said, but the Tone was clear. The Blackhead was not amused. A Thought crossed Amanda´s Mind. She smiled: For the next Show Act, they needed a Volunteer. One from the Audience. And now Amanda had the perfect Candidate …. This would be fun – for them, and the Volunteer …. And good for Business …. She knew some Clients would pay a large Sum for the tall Slavic Woman! Somewhere, about looked familiar.
Amanda stepped to the Edge of the Podium and smiled at her captivated Audience. “Ladies and Gentlemen! For the next Act before the Intermission, we need a Volunteer!” Her Gaze glided from left to right and stopped at Anna! “We have a Volunteer! The beautiful Lady in Red in the first Row! Please come on the Stage!”
Anna shot Chris a murderous Look. “I will soo kick your Ass for that, Chris!” “You may try – after the Show!” Her best Friend smiled at the Violinist, “Off you go, don´t let the Audience wait and be no Spoilsport!” Anna mumbled something not very complimentary in Russian and rose.
Now smiling, she walked up the Podium. Elegantly as ever. She stopped before Amanda and beamed at her and Gloria. In her Heels, she was considerably taller, so the Magician had to crane her Neck to look her in the Eyes. “Welcome!” Amanda smiled, “Thank you for volunteering! Would you tell us your Name, please?”
“Anna.” The Russian said curtly. The Magician waited for a Moment, but the Russian said nothing more. Amanda knew those Volunteers. Those who had volunteered not entirely of their own free will. Her Bodylanguage betrayed the Woman. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Her Body said it enough – even if she smiled. But it was a professional Smile which did not reach the Eyes. Amanda noted two Scars: One above the Russian´s left Eye in Form of a Lightning Bolt, and a thin red one above her left Breast. Interesting!
“An Applause for Anna!” Amanda animated the Audience. There were Catcalls and Hoots even – “Chris, I will so kill you!” The Russian vowed. “The Act we will see now is the Vanished Damsel,” Amanda explained to the Audience. “Are you ready, Anna?” she smiled at the Violinist. “I am,” Anna replied, doing not much to hide her Boredom.
“Right then!” Amanda smiled, “Here on the Podium, you see that Coffin!” She pointed at a large, gleaming black Coffin on a catafalque covered with a purple Cloth reaching to the Floor. “You know,” Amanda told the Audience, “What People say! That all Magic is an Illusion! I will demonstrate to you now that it is not!” She turned to Anna and clapped in her Hands, three Times. There was a Flash, a blinding Light, a deafening Bang, and Anna vanished in a Cloud of grey Smoke!
As the Cloud disappeared, Anna was still there. But without her Clothes. Anna stood on the Stage. In her red Bra, Panties, and Pantyhose! She had no Idea what had happened. The fearless Violinist, who loved the Limelight, blushed – as Chris noticed. And seethed.
The Russian was dumbfounded – but kept a straight Face – barely. Anna was dumbfounded and furious. “See,” Amanda smiled at the Audience, “There is really Magic!”
Mischievously, she smiled at Anna, “You will get your Garments back, of course!” Thornton could tell that the Russian was furious. She radiated Rage. “Now to the real Vanishing Act!” the dark-haired Magician beamed at the Audience. “As you see, Gloria has opened the Coffin!” Thornton's Assistant stood at the Coffin´s Head. She smiled at Anna and pointed invitingly at the Coffin.
Anna bit down a Curse and walked as gracefully as she could to the Coffin. Gloria smiled at her. “Let me help you!” “Thank you!” Anna whispered cooly, “I can perfectly manage it myself!” Without help, the Russian stepped into the Coffin and lay down. The red Velvet was thick. Anna was not the anxious Type, but remembered a Story Hayley had told her once:
Elizabeth Crawford had kidnapped her and Natalie and transported them to her Island. A Stretch of the Journey had been in a Coffin: Eight Hours.
Anna tried to get comfortable, Gloria closed the Coffin, and everything went dark. She tried to relax. Suddenly, the Coffin moved sharply downwards. “An Elevator,” Anna mused, “Suddenly the Movement stopped. She heard nothing. Nothing but a soft Hiss …. The last Thing she remembered.
The Audience:
“Wow!” Sophie exclaimed as she clapped her Hands. “The Coffin is gone.” “Yes, but the Catafalque is still there!” Merit wondered. “An Elevator,” The Dark Lady smiled. “Anna will be mad as Hell!” Ragna chuckled, “You bet!” Chris smiled.
The Magician and her Assistant stepped to the Podium´s Edge. Both bowed, “Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you! Thanks to our Volunteer!” She smiled, “The Question is, where is Anna?” Her Smile got even broader. “Magic made her disappear! Magic will make her reappear – Time will tell!! See you after the Intermission again, you are a wonderful Audience!”
Chris watched as the two Artists bowed another Time and vanished behind the Curtains. She could not lay her Finger on it – but something was off. The Blonde was no Magician. But from what she knew? This vanishing Act was unusual. “What is it, Blondie?” Sarah McKenzie smiled at her. The Canadian had read her Thoughts, Chris was sure, “Something feels off here.”
As they rose to leave the Great Concert Hall for the Intermission, the Pianist turned to Sybil, “Listen, I have a Job for you…” The lithe Brunette IT-Geek pouted, “So, no Champagne for me?” “No,” Chris smiled, “Listen!” Sybil knew Chris: Something was off.
Somewhere in the Cellars of the Elbphilharmonie:
Anna´s Head was spinning. She moved her Arms and hit Woods. Her Feet, too. What had happened? Was she in a Coffin? Her breathing quickened. The Russian forced herself not to hyperventilate. Slowly, the Fog lifted – and Anna remembered: She on the Stage, that damned Magician.
“Where in Hell are my Clothes?” The more important Question? “How do I get out of here?” She hammered against the Wood above her Head. “Hello? Let me out Bitches? I will so kick your Ass!” Nothing happened. “Calm down, Anna!” she told herself. “Oxygen!” She could do nothing else than wait …. How much Time she did not know …
Were that the Steps of high-heeled Feet? They came nearer. The upper Third of Anna´s Coffin was opened. Only her Face and Head were exposed. “I am still stuck,” she realized. “Awake?” Gloria Santiago smiled at her, smiling smugly, “Let me out!” Anna growled, “Agitated? Are we?” “Not good for the blood pressure and Sugar!” The Latina smiled, “I will kick your Ass when I get out of here!” Anna fumed, “No, Hermana, you won´t!” Gloria chuckled – and produced a thick Cloth …. Anna could smell the Chloroform.
To Fight was pointless. But it was not in Anna Alexandrova Romanova´s DNA to go down without a Fight. Finally, her Eyes rolled backwards in her Head, and the Curtain fell. Gloria Santiago smiled at the unconscious Russian. “Time to make you more comfortable!”
She smiled evilly, “We will make a Fortune thanks to you!”
Later: The Great Concert Hall
Chris and her Friends had taken their Seats again. The Blonde watched at the Podium. The second Act of the Show was about to begin shortly. “Anything, Sybil?” She did not look to the IT-Genius, seeming perfectly untroubled. “Working on it,” the Brunette, who looked so much like the famous fetish Model Chrissy Marie, whispered back.
The Pianist was not troubled – but concerned. “We will find Anna!” The Canadian whispered, “We cannot let something happen to her!” She chuckled, “I made Plans for her!” “What Plans?” Merit looked at her, Eyes wide. “We must find my Mistress!” “And we will,” The Masterthief smiled warmly at the young Egyptian Noblewoman. She warmed her cold Heart.
Merit was really a Treasure. So, innocent still, the black-haired Thief mused and pressed Merit´s left Hand, “We will find your Mistress – and kick some Ass! Believe me!” The Canadian looked Merit deeply in the Eye. “We will find her, alright?” Merit nodded.
The two Magicians stepped on the Stage again ….
Somewhere in the Cellars:
The Hangover could have been worse. The Headache was bearable. Anna needed several Minutes till she was clear enough to realize her Predicament.
Anna:
I am still in the Coffin. I am tied up and gagged. Thoroughly. I am still drowsy … My lower Face is compressed by Bandages? Scarves? The Stuff in my Mouth tastes foul. The Bitch did really a Number on me. My Jaws must stand ajar. I bet I am gagged with several Layers. A Pantyhood – it is ripe. And a stocking Cap. Used Pantyhose … She tied the Soles right under my Nose ….Boy! Are they smelly!
Resting on my tied Arms is not comfortable: Wrists tied, with Scarves, below and above the Joint. A Breast Harness …. And then …. The little Twerp plugged me both Ways. The Crotch Scarf is tight. I count six Scarf Bands tying my Legs. My Insteps and my Toes too. I must not panic. I must not. Oxygen is precious! And Chris and the Others will come for me! Hell no! The Buttplug starts to vibrate – and the Vibrator too ….
Anna banged her Head against the Cushion under her Head and strained against her Bonds. Pointed her Toes.
“F*ck no! It is coming, it is coming!” Anna screamed into her packed Mouth. Her Head collided with the Coffin´s Ceiling. “Ouch! Oh God!”
The Scarfs held tight …
On the Stage:
“Is our Guest comfy?” Amanda Thornton whispered out of her Mouth as she stepped onto the Podium together with Gloria. Her Assistant smiled wickedly. “Very! I left her something to entertain her! That Russian is really an arrogant Bitch!” The Magician smiled back, “We will have much fun!”
“And make a fortune!” Gloria added. “That too!” Amanda Thornton smiled back.
In the Crowd, Chris watched the two Artists as they bowed. “I have something,” Sybil whispered. “Send it to me,” the Blonde whispered back. “Done,” Sybil whispered. Chris took her Phone, opened Sybil´s Message, and read. A grim Smile curled her Lips. She stashed her Smartphone away and smiled at the two Magicians. As if nothing had happened.
Amanda Thornton really did outdo herself. She had to give her that.
Chris smiled and clapped her Hands …. And made a Plan ….
The Cellars somewhat later:
Anna clawed for Breath. She had lost count of how many Orgasms had happened. It was a clever and devious Game: Both Intruders worked at times simultaneously and sometimes not.
Sometimes orgasmic Bliss – and sometimes Frustration. The last Orgasm had been a real Humdinger. She had lost Sense of Time too. “Oh, hell no!” The Vibrators were working again … Anna was a quivering and shivering Mess. “You must keep yourself together, Anna! You have endured far worse!”
The Great Concert Hall:
Sophie Reichenbach was impressed. The Illusions, Amanda Thornton, aided by her Assistant, had pulled off? They had been a true Firework of Magic. The Boundaries between Reality and Fantasy had melted. She had done her best to focus on the Stage.
The Lawyer knew, though, that Chris was at least concerned, but during the second Act, the Pianist had looked perfectly untroubled: Smiled up at the Podium and applauded warmly. But Sophie knew Chris well enough that she made Plans. Never would she leave Anna. Targeting Anna was a bad Idea ….Hiram al Mansour had learned it the hard Way. The brutal Way. Chris had taken him apart. She knew only what Chris had told her one evening, that Moment, that fatal, final Moment. The Blonde had looked in the Fire as she spoke, and it seemed as if she relived the Moment …. Chris had been there …. Back in the Western Desert:
“You cannot beat me!” The Egyptian pressed through clenched teeth, “I am a King! I am a living God!” And Chris laughed, laughed cold and hard. “Newsflash, Old Boy, I have beaten you fair and square.” Her left-handed backhand stroke came out of the blue. Cleanly and precisely, the incredibly sharp blade cut across her Opponents muscular abdomen, leaving a precise thin red line …
With an elegant, fluid, and swift motion, she put her left Katana back into its scabbard. Chris watched coolly and detached as realization dawned on Al Mansour´s face: The Pianist had gutted him – like a fish.
He tried to press his intestines back with his remaining right hand. Chris waited. “End this,” Al Mansour demanded, his face a mask of agony and pain. “Why should I?” The blonde shrugged. She felt nothing. Coolly, she watched, “You murdered Nabiah. You murdered Anna to hurt me.” Something strange happened: Al Mansour laughed. It was the laugh of a Maniac. “Yes, your precious Anna. That Russian Whore”
Now it was Chris who laughed, “You are so predictable, I won´t kill you in rage, so you get a quick exit.” Al Mansour´s pain and agony were a soothing balm for her wounded soul. “Christine Sama, you are a Samurai!” she heard the Voice of her Sensei. It broke the spell, “Hai!” the blonde replied curtly.
Chris gripped the Katana Sensei Nakamura had presented her with so long ago, firmly with two hands. The tip of the blade touched the floor. She intended not to do the Egyptian the honour of ending this fight the way the Code of Honour she followed demanded of her.
Chris swung her Sword high above her head. This time the blade did not weave a millimetre. Time stood still, frozen in ice. “Kiaiiii!” her war cry cut through the Air. The Katana cut with a sharp hiss down like a flash of light. It cleaved the Egyptians' head cleanly in two.
Sophie Reichenbach returned to the Present. Yes, Chris had a Plan. She had no Katanas with her. But the Lawyer was pretty certain that the Blonde carried a Weapon. She was the Weapon.
After the Show: Backstage:
With a sigh, Amanda Thornton kicked her shimmering Louboutin Heels off her Feet and threw herself in one of the Chairs. She flexed her Soles and wiggled her Toes. Coyly, she smiled at her Assistant, who had also shod her Heels. “A Foot Massage, if you please, pretty pleased?” She batted her Eyelashes. “Of Course, Mistress!” Gloria smiled – and kneeled and took Amanda´s left Foot in her Hand. The Nylon was warm – and a little sweaty.
The Magician sighed contentedly and closed her Eyes. “We will have so much fun with our Volunteer!” “Of Course!” Gloria chuckled, “She is really an uptight Bitch and … “
A Commotion outside the Door interrupted them. Raised Voices outside. Then the Door was ripped open, and four Women strode inside …. “I couldn´t fend them off,” Amanda´s Tour Manager apologized, “Get out and shut up!” A herculean Blonde almost threw him out and shut the Door in his Face.
“What is the meaning of this?” Amanda demanded and stood. She looked at the four Women, and Recognition dawned on her Face. “She is a bit slow on the uptake.” A black-haired Woman with coal-black Eyes spoke. She had to be in her Forties, Amanda guessed. The Magician shuddered: Suddenly, she felt very cold. Now, Amanda recognized the Quartet. Those were Anna´s Friends ….
Gloria grabbed her Smartphone. The herculean Blonde closed the Distance and pressed her right Wrist with immense Force. With a Cry of Pain, the Latina let go, “Don´t move!” The Blonde told her flatly, “Sit!” Gloria was not easy to intimidate, but the pure physical Presence of the Blonde nipped any Resistance in the Butt.
Amanda had watched the Scene with Fear and Fascination.
“So, can we talk now?” The second Blonde had spoken. Not as tall as the Blonde in the blue Dress – but very athletic and fit. Her emerald green Eyes fixated on the Magician. With a searing Intensity. “You should talk with Blondie,” The black-haired Woman with the stylish Bob told her flatly, “Before she gets in a really bad Mood!”
“I have one simple Question for you!” the tall Blonde in the black Dress told Amanda, “Where is Anna?” Her Eyes drilled into Amanda´s. “And spare me any Bullshit!” Amanda just stared back defiantly.
Chris sighed. “Listen very carefully, Miss Thornton.” Her Tone was cool, not loud. “You really want to do it this way?” She looked at her Watch. “In two Minutes, I will inform the Police that the famous Magician Amanda Thornton kidnaps and torments Women who vanish mysteriously during her Show. And you know how it is with Social Media these Days ….. You would be ruined.”
The Blonde´s Smile grew as cold as the Arctic. “And our Lawyer,” she pointed at the fourth Woman who had kept herself in the Background. Dark-haired with catlike green Eyes. “Will sue you to Hell and Back again. Her Track Record in Court is marvellous!” She looked at her Watch, “One Minute!”
Amanda froze. That Blonde meant Business. These were no empty Threats. She stared back at the other Woman. Looked at Gloria. Then at the four Women. “Time is running out,” the Blackhead told Amanda. Amanda said nothing. Chris sighed and turned to Sophie. “Tell Sybil to forward the Dossier to the Police and to our Social Media Contacts!”
Sophie pulled her Phone out of her Clutch and dialed ….
“Your Choice!” The Blonde smiled coldly at Amanda. “And one Promise: If something happens to Anna, I will not only ruin you, but I will also rip you apart!”
“She means that literally!” The Woman with the Bob added pleasantly. “In Egypt, Blondie gutted her Opponent like a Fish – after she had severed his right Hand. Very impressive!”
“Wait!” Amanda shouted, “We will tell you!” Sophie cut the Connection and looked at Chris. The Blonde nodded, “Right. My Patience is wearing thin. One last Time: Where is Anna? Bitches!”
In the Cellars:
Anna groaned softly in her Gag. She was utterly spent. The Air was stale in her claustrophobic Prison. She did not know how long she could stand it. Then …. High Heeled Steps again? Was her Mind playing Tricks?
The Coffin was opened. “O Anna!” Chris looked down at her. Full of Compassion, “We will get you out of here in a Minute! Merit has your Dress and your Shoes!” Anna gagtalked back and struggled against her Restraints. Chris turned to “Ragna and Merit!” to help her out of this Mess!”
Twenty Minutes later:
Anna was a Mess. Chris stood back: Her best Friend stood just clad in Underwear and nude Hose on the Concrete Floor of the Cellar Room in the Bowls of the Elbphilharmonie. The Scarfs had left Indentations on Anna´s Skin. From her Toes up to above her Shoulder. To remove the Gag had taken the longest. Chris had pulled four Pairs of Panties out of Anna´s Mouth.
Her best Friend was a tough Cookie, but she had winced as Ragna had removed the incredibly tight Crotch Scarf. The Icelandress noticed the damp Patch. “You don´t have by any Chance a fresh Pair of Underwear in your Clutch?” Anna smiled ruefully, “Alas, not.” The Blonde smiled
The Violinist stretched, and something in her Back snapped audibly. “Guys, the Bitches plugged me to Ways.” The Russian groaned, “Why don´t you turn and let Merit help me?” Chris kept a straight Face. “Of Course, Anna!” Ragna and Chris turned their Backs – and exchanged a Smile.
Merit ran at her Mistress, her High Heels clicking on the Floor. “Anna!” The young Egyptian Noblewoman hugged the Russian tightly. Anna winced but returned the Hug. “I am all right, Little One!” Merit broke the Hug and looked up at the Violinist, “Let me take care of you, Mistress.”
In the meantime: Backstage:
Amanda Thornton looked uneasily at the black-haired Woman. She gave her the Creeps. “You sit and shut up, or I make you shut up!” The Canadian smiled. Outside, Sophie was talking with the Magician´s Tour Manager. She used what Sarah McKenzie called her “Lawyer Voice.” Cool, controlled, precise.
Outside:
Sophie looked the Tourmanager, who looked like a badly aged Hugh Grant Imitation, straight in the Eye. “Miss Thornton will not attend the After-Show-Party. There are certain Things that need to be cleared up. You will be lucky if my Client does not press Charges against Miss Thornton.”
The Woman, who looked like Sophia Loren, paused for Effect. “If you want to call the Police, you are within your Rights – but an Investigation could mean serious Trouble for your Clients.” Aghast, Sean Bauer looked at the Lawyer. “What do you mean?” Sophie smiled. “What I said: Trouble. Legal Trouble. That would lend your Client in Prison. For a long Time.”
The quick Steps of high-heeled feet interrupted them. Several Persons. A tall, dark-haired Woman in a red Dress turned the Corner, followed by two tall Blondes and a smaller dark-haired Woman. Anna Romanova´s Eyes were blazing. “Where is she?” she hurled at Sean. “Cool down!” Sophie smiled at her. “They are inside. Sarah is keeping Watch!” Anna relaxed slightly. “That is good,” She muttered darkly. Sophie turned to Sean Bauer, “We will have a Talk with Miss Thornton – then she is all yours!”
Inside:
Amanda heard the Conversation outside – and froze: She recognized Anna´s Voice. She exchanged a quick look with Gloria. Her Assistant was on Edge. She looked like the proverbial “Deer-in-the-Headlights”. Forcefully, the Door was ripped open, and a very tall, dark-haired Woman stormed into the Room. Closed the Distance and stared Amanda down, “You Bitch!” Her Alto-Voice dark with Rage.
Chris had to smile: Anna was a Force of Nature. Slightly amused she watched as Anna berated the considerably shorter Magician in Russian. The Pianist watched for a While. She laid her right Hand gently on her best Friend´s left Shoulder. “Let us take care of Things.” The Blonde smiled, “Why don´t you, Merit and Sybil, drive home, while we have a Talk with Miss Thornton and her Assistant? Chris felt that the Tension was leaving the Violinist´s Body. “Right,” Anna nodded, finally.
After Anna, Merit, and Sybil had left? Chris turned to Amanda Thornton, Ragna, Sophie, and Sarah, flanking her: “Listen, Miss Thornton! This is what we will do!”
The Villa, two Hours later:
Anna leaned back and sighed contentedly. “Are you alright, Mistress?” Merit smiled at her. “Thank you, yes!” The Russian smiled back. Like the Others, she had changed into something comfortable: A black Turtleneck, white Leggings, and thick woollen Socks. Merit´s Massage had eased all the little Pains – and Ragna´s Bouillabaisse had been wonderful. In the Morning, Ragna had bought Fish and Seafood at the Market: Scallops, Oysters, Prawns …. And backed Baguette.
Chris smiled at her best Friend. “Still want to trash me?” “Yes,” Anna nodded, “But not today.” The Blonde grinned. She looked at her Watch. “We have a Surprise for you!” Anna was intrigued. She knew Chris had not told her all about their Conversation with the Magicians.
“They should arrive any Minute!”
As if on Cue, Charlotte, the AI in Residence, interrupted them, “Your Guests are at the Gates, Chris. Should I open the Gates?” Chris smiled, “By all Means!” Anna noticed the Smile on Sarah McKenzie´s Face. It was that devious, almost evil Smile, the Russian knew so well. Three Minutes later, the Doorbell rang.
“Showtime!” Ragna grinned and stood. She strode to the Door. Her socked Feet made no Noise on the Floor. Two Minutes later, the Icelandress returned with the two Guests on her Heels. Amanda Thornton and Gloria Santiago felt clearly uncomfortable. The Magician and her Assistant had dressed casually: Jeans, Tops, and Heels. Anna smiled deviously, “Welcome, Ladies!”
Chris rose to her Feet. “So glad you could make it!” She beamed. “As if we had a choice.” Amanda Thornton muttered. Gloria Santiago looked at the Tips of her Heels. Studiously. The Pianist smiled. “It could be worse, you know.” Her Smile turned some Degrees colder. “Rumours of a world-famous Magician, who had her Way with Women and left them exposed in Public Places? Or sold them on the Market?”
The Pianist paused, “It would ruin your Career.” She nodded to Sophie, “Let me make this clear: “If we discover another Woman disappearing at one of your Shows? We will inform the Authorities.” The Lawyer looked Amanda straight in the Face, “You are lucky we do not have enough on you to send you behind Bars.” Sophie´s Disdain was showing, “But consider this your lucky day!”
Chris took over again, “We will leave you now to Anna´s and Sarah´s most capable Hands …. The Blonde smiled coldly, “You should persuade your Tour Manager to avoid Hamburg!”
The Black Lady and Anna had risen too. “Why don´t you follow Anna and me to make you more comfortable, Ladies?”
The Canadian´s Smile made Amanda shiver.
After they were gone, Chris smiled at Merit and Ragna: “Lady Merit!” she intoned formally, “It is Time for you to practise Mummification on several willing Subjects! Anna told us that it was Part of your Training in the House of the Dead!”
Later: Anna´s Quarters:
“Don´t they look beautiful?” Sarah McKenzie pointed at the King Size Bed. The Masterthief had dressed in her “Dominatrix-Outfit,” A shiny black Catsuit made of Leather and gleaming high-heeled, as in seven Centimetres, knee-high Boots.
Anna, for her Part, had chosen a black Leotard, black Hose, and Jimmy Cho platform sandals. “They are!” The Russian smiled. The heavy Makeup, the long shimmering sleek Ponytail lend something to her sinister Appearance.
Amanda Thornton felt uncomfortable. She had no Idea what was coming their Way. One Thing she knew, though: Selecting Anna as a Volunteer might have been a bad Idea …. Their Hosts had allowed them a bathroom break and a Change of Clothes: Bra, Panties, and Hose. Amanda tugged at her Bonds. She was an Escape Artist, true, but their Handlers definitely knew to tie a Knot. All Knots out of reach. And they had taped their Hands into Fists as well ….
The Hogtie was of the tight Sort – even according to her professional Standards: Her nyloned Heels were resting almost at the Small of her back. Her black Tresses braided and tied to her Toes – and the Crotchrope. Which cut her almost in Half.
And the Gag? “Enjoy the taste of me!” The Russian had smiled and shoved the Panties she had worn today in her Mouth. They had been damp still. “My Friends contributed as well!” Anna Romanova had chuckled and stuffed two more used Panties in her Mouth. “They are from Chris, “And me!” The Canadian had added.
Now, Amanda braced herself for the Things to come. She felt Gloria´s Body next to her. They had been blindfolded, pantyhooded, and hooded with a Stockingcap. “The Pantyhose is mine too.” The Magician had heard the Smile in the Russian's Voice. “I apologize that it is from the Bottom of my Hamper.” The Bitch had tied the sweaty, dirty Soles right under her Nose.
The Masterthief smiled at Anna. That Smile of a Predator. Anna knew from Experience how much the Canadian liked these “Pranks”, as she called them. “Shall we begin then?” Sarah pointed to the Instruments on the Sideboard. “You choose the first one!” She paused, “You are the wronged Party after all, Grand Duchesse!” Anna strode to the Sideboard. “The Wartenbergwheel!” “Good Choice!” the Canadian applauded her. And took one too. Gloria Santiago braced herself. Those two were good at Head games … she had to give it to them ….
“You can have her!” She heard Anna saying, “This Bitch is mine!” The Latina listened intently. The purposeful Clicks of High Heels, a Whiff of a heavy Perfume: Bergamot, green Clover, Musk. The Steps stopped behind her.
Gloria could not help but try to move her nyloned Soles. But Anna had tied all ten Toes and back to her Crotchrope and Elbows. Then the Touch of the Wartenberg Wheel at her fleshy left Heel. The Latina suppressed a Giggle as the devilish Instrument moved upwards very slowly. Under her high Arches, her fleshy Balls – and no! Not between the Toes. Anna loved it! And she repeated the Procedure before she moved to the other Foot. And back again. And again.
Amanda Thornton was even more ticklish – and Sarah McKenzie was a true Mistress of the Trade. “They are having fun!” the Canadian stated ten Minutes later. “What do you think, Anna? The Riding Crop next?” The Russian smiled deviously. “Excellent!”
Gloria was still giggling in her Gag and tried to draw Breath through her Panty- and Nylon covered Nose. Her soft Soles tingled, as if Ants were biting them. The sharp Blow that hit her right Balls came out of the Blue. Anna beat her Soles hard and systematically.
The Masterthief watched. She had once been on the receiving End as Anna had to work some Monkeys off her Back. Anna must have sensed her Gaze and looked up. The Russian shook her Head slightly. “I have this under Control,” that meant, the Canadian knew. She concentrated on Amanda Thornton again.
Anna smiled down at Gloria, “And this is only Round Two!”
Later, much later:
“Hop to it!” Sarah McKenzie encouraged Amanda Thornton with a sharp slap on her Back. The American protested in her Gag but hopped along. Down the long Floor, to the Canadians Guest Room. The Masterthief smiled: The Magician had a very inviting Butt. They would have Fun, much Fun!
Anna´s Rooms:
Anna lay comfortably reclined on her Bed. She had kicked off her Sandals. Between her splayed pantyhosed legs lay a still very hogtied Gloria Santiago. But the Russian had changed her Restraints: Leather. Straps contorted the Magician´s Assistant in a Hogtie: On her Arms, Anna had used an Armbinder.
A tight Leather Strap cleaved the Latina almost in two, after the Russian had plugged her both Ways – without Lube. A heavily padded Blindfold robbed Gloria of her Sights. The Harness-Ballgag was the largest Gloria had ever endured. Before applying the Ball Gag, Anna had stuffed her moist Panties in her Mouth, those she had worn in the last Hours.
Anna was very pleased with herself. She took a Sip of her Champagne while she played with the remote Control, controlling the Latina´s Accessories. Now and then, she pressed a nyloned Sole on her Captive's Nose.
The Evening had begun as a Nightmare …. Now? Anna had to smile when she thought about the Plans they had made ….Chris had made a few Calls ….
Several Hours previously: Chris´ Suite:
“Are you satisfied, Madame?” The Honourable Lady Merit of the most noble and ancient House of Senemut asked her two Volunteers. “Absolutely,” Chris smiled and wiggled her pantyhosed Toes. The fresh Nail Polish shimmered purple through the nude Hose. Except for her Feet, the only body part not wrapped was her Head.
Her long blonde Mane she had tugged under a white Bathing Cap. On her left lay Ragna: Already completely mummified, except for her pantyhosed Feet. The tight white linen Wraps accentuated the Icelanders´ athletic Physique. The perfect feminine Form. As it was Tradition, her Arms wrapped around her Sides. Where her Mouth had to be was a large Bulge – indicating a copious Amount of Gag Packing.
“Shall we proceed then, Mylady?” The young Egyptian asked the Blonde politely. “We shall!” Chris purred, “Then do sit up, please!” Merit commanded crisply. It did cost Chris some considerable Effort, but she managed. The Pianist had enormous Fun. Merit could tell by now: The Glitter in her emerald Eyes was a Give Away.
“Open your Mouth!” Anna´s Lady-in-Waiting ordered, “Resistance is Futile!” “I will comply!” Chris smiled – and opened her big Mouth wide. From a round Table, Merit selected a small Roll of Linen and packed it in Chris´s left Cheek. One in her right followed. Systematically, the young Noblewoman packed the Blonde´s Mouth. So long till her Cheeks bulged considerably and her Jaws stood ajar – and not only a bit.
“Happy?” Merit teased the Pianist, “Hmmmpfh!” Chris gagtalked, “One more?” The Egyptian grinned and selected another Roll. To press it home cost some considerable Effort. Chris had noticed that the Rolls were doused with a Liquid which trickled down her Throat – it was a burning Sensation. She felt her Skin prickle and her Feet felt suddenly hot …
Merit applied several large precut Strips of translucent Tape on her gaping Mouth, two under her Chin. “Do I meet your Requirements, Frau von der Marwitz?” the black-haired Egyptian teased the Pianist. Chris nodded emphatically. “Your Eyes are next!” Merit explained: She taped Compresses on the Blonde´s Eyes.
Christ enjoyed the increasing Deprivation of her Senses. Now she could only hear. Merit began to wrap her Head. Precisely, firmly. The Bandages compressed her Face, her Head. And forced her to bite down on the Packing in her Mouth.
Soon, there lay two perfect Mummies on the Bed. Merit kicked her Heels off, tapped on her stockinged Soles to the Sideboard, and selected two long white Feathers. With a Grin, she jumped on the Bed, which made the two Mummies bounce.
Gently, she let her Hands glide above those perfect nyloned Soles. No Tickling – yet. Ragna and Chris reacted: They curled their Toes as best as they could: Merit had their big Toes tied together. Then the Egyptian took the two Feathers. “Charlotte, start the Program!” “Of course,”, the AI answered politely. Two Vibrators began to buzz …
Merit touched the fleshy Balls of Chris´s left Foot and Ragna´s right Heel simultaneously with the Feather….
The two Mummies' Laughter was muffled heavily ….
The next Morning – after Breakfast:
Anna grinned, “When is the Transport scheduled?” Chris smiled back, “In ten Minutes, according to the Schedule. She pointed at the two large and heavy humanoid Caskets. “You had fun?” She grinned at Anna and Sarah. The Canadian and the Russian grinned back, “Some!” The Masterthief chuckled. “Do they know what is happening to them?” ´The Pianist´s smile was almost evil. “We persuaded them to make a Holiday.” “But they don´t know where!” Sophie added a smirk. She paused for Effect. “On Paradise Island!”
“The Transport is about to arrive in two Minutes!” Charlotte interrupted the playful Banter.
Amanda Thornton and Gloria Santiago were totally oblivious to what was happening outside. Both Women inhaled a Cocktail of Oxygen and some Drugs. They were encased inside the Enhanced Model of the Restraining System developed by Elizabeth Crawford. With the latest Version, which included a heavy Helmet and a Panel Gag with a Breathing Tube.
Anna smiled:
The Amazing Amanda had done a vanishing Act.
For herself.
The End
For herself.
The End
and detailed as always, from you.
