Back to the Present 7

Aurora let out a faint mew and her eyes filled with tears as Jelena picked on the knot of a cloth that had been tied tightly over her mouth and nose. When the cloth fell, Jelena saw yet another one covering Aurora`s mouth and from the way her cheeks bulged, she could tell that there was massive packing underneath. Suddenly, the former Mistress` eyes widened and she moaned. Jelena shied back, but it had just been that Janika had been able to undo Aurora`s crotch rope and when the tight rope was pulled from between her legs, the dull pain was replaced by an irritating tingle.

»Poor thing! Who did this to you? Polpetto?«

»Uuuhmmm!«

Weakly, Aurora nodded and sniffled whilst Jelena undid the cloth over her mouth. Beneath, yet another one had been pulled between her lips, so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth. Now, Jelena felt hatred for the Doge who had treated his former Mistress like that and she was frightened about what had happened to Tabea.

The cleave could be removed shortly after and now, she had to help Aurora to get a large dense wad of packing from her mouth. The woman panted and then, she shivered from sobbing. Jelena took Aurora`s head into her lap and caressed her hair whilst Janika finished untying her. Finally, the naked woman was free and seemed to have calmed down a bit.

With Jelena`s help, she sat up on the bed and seemed to look for something. Janika, who was emotionally less involved, recognized her squeezing her thighs and understood. She kicked the chamber pot from under the bed and then slung her arm around Aurora, allowing her to squat over it. With a long sigh of relief, Aurora relieved her bladder. Then, she sank back on the bed.

»Aaahhh! Thank you! It must have been hours since we had all that wine together!«

Aurora blushed, but there was also a weak hint of a smile on her face.

Having drunk some water, she was able to tell the two girls what had happened since Jelena had been able to get away. She ended her report with a bitter laugh.

»Now, my worst fears have been exceeded. Polpetto has replaced me with Tabea – but instead of being allowed to retire to my house in Padua, he packed me and sent me back to my – former working place!«

Though she felt pity for Aurora, Jelena now saw an even worse problem lying in front of them: with Aurora no longer living in the palace, they had no chance of sneaking in to free Tabea. They still had the money from pawning the rings and also the rest of Aurora`s jewelry, but now, any rescue mission would start with the problem of getting into the Doge`s Palace at all.

***

Tabea was in a strange mixture of exhaustion and high spirits. Her previous ordeal made her feel as if she had run a marathon in high heels and the fact that she had to take every breath through layers of silk didn`t help the matter. She hung from the scarf around her neck and only the softness of the cloth and the fact that the noose was loose enough prevented her from choking herself as she still knelt on the bed. Tabea`s soles and buttocks were aflame, but the main problem was the fire in her loins. The combined caresses – and somehow, even the spanking – of the two maids had brought her close to orgasm, but it had been denied to her and she still felt hungry for relief. With her ears plugged and tightly blindfolded, she only noticed that her tormentors had come back when the mattress moved under her.

Fiamma and Ornella had enjoyed another glass of the delicious wine and now, both were a bit tipsy. In addition, though both definitely preferred men, were also slightly aroused by the feeling of power it gave them to sexually torture the black woman so totally at their mercy. They decided to continue the mixture of pain, tickling and stimulation, but to vary it a bit. In addition, they had to take care of Tabea`s weakened state.

So, Fiamma positioned herself behind Tabea and began to massage her soles, so soft and tender that it only sent small sparks of pain through her feet. Also, the tickling was moderate and so, Tabea just writhed a bit and let out faint moans.

Ornella saw that the Black`s nipples still were hard and erect and she played a bit with them – only to then place two clothespins on them. Tabea reared up and moaned and Ornella now took the feather and began to brush over her victim`s pubic mound with long, tender strokes.

»Ooouuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

Tabea again felt an attack on several fronts. The caressing of her sore soles felt good, but at the same time, it reminded her of her pain and once and awhile, a finger of the redhead triggered the wrong nerves and she cringed from another tickling sensation. Fiamma had bent forward and her tresses brushed over Tabea`s buttocks, also adding to her irritation.

At her front side, the bite of the clothespins hurt her nipples, but she could hardly concentrate on it when she felt the soft touch at her most intimate regions. The feather followed the line of her labia and brushed over her clit, soft as a breeze, but sending electric strays through her womb. The stimulation wasn`t as strong as that of Fiamma`s mouth before, but when it added to her state of arousal from the last session, she soon was in the game again.

Then, the two girls decided to raise the level of pain a bit. Fiamma began to knead and massage her still tingling buttocks and at the same time, Ornella did the same to her breasts. Whilst Ornella`s caresses were pleasant, it sent more blood into her nipples who now burnt even more from the tight bites of the clothespins. Tabea writhed and moaned and she grinded her hips, her pussy demanding attention, too.

She knew that she as losing Gritti`s game, but if losing meant relief, she gave a fuck on winning.

***

I their hotel room, the three women held an improvised war counsel. Aurora was participating in a quite undignified position, lying on the bed on her belly, still naked. She still felt too weak to stand and sitting also wasn`t an option, since she still suffered from her spanking. However, she now proved that she had also kept her position for so long because she could think clearly.

»So, we still have the money from the rings and also the diadem and the necklace, though I doubt we can sell these here in Venice. However, the money should be enough to get us a boat to the main land and then, it will only take two days or so to leave Venetian jurisdiction. All we have to do is to find a way of freeing Tabea!«

However, this would be a major problem, since everybody in the Palace knew Aurora and it would also be risky for Jelena to get there. Only Janika was not yet know inside the palace’s walls, but a six foot blonde would also easily be remembered and in addition, she would have no chance of getting into the inner rooms. Jelena now began to speak:

»So, you have been his Mistress for some 12 years?«

»For 631 weeks, to be precisely«, Aurora said with a painful grin. Gritti had rewarded her loyalty with a spank for each week she and him had been together.

»So, if you haven`t spent the time after your – more intimate encounters in total silence, it can be said that you know quite a lot about his political secrets and intrigues?«

Now, Janika and Aurora stared at Jelena. She smiled at their attention and continued to explain her idea:

»Now, Gritti knows that someone attacked his boat and took you with him. If now a letter would arrive, telling him that we have you and that, in exchange for your life, you gave us some delicate information. Information we will only keep secret if he does as we say…«

For a few seconds, none of the others said a word. Then, Janika grinned and patted Jelena`s shoulder.

»That`s brilliant, Nelly! We will have to work out the details, but it sounds like a plan to me!«

»I also think so, but there is one condition I have«, Aurora added. The others looked at her questioningly and she said:

»I won`t go back to Gritti! Wherever you go, I will come with you!«

***

Both Luigi and Lorenzo had many bad qualities, but they were loyal to the Doge and so, though he sure would not be happy about it, they had told what had happened at the brothel. They had met at Gritti`s room as he had been about to leave for the room of his former Mistress, to see if his supposed to be new Mistress already was ready for him.

»So, a single woman attacked you both?«

Lorenzo nodded. It was shameful, but they knew that Gritti had contacts to the owner of the brothel and therefore, he would have heard the truth anyway and it was better for them to tell him by themselves.

Gritti scratched his chin. He had heard about a woman who had attacked a man before. In fact, it had been two women who had stood against three bailiffs down in Chioggia. One of them was currently in his room, where Fiamma and Ornella had their way with her, but the other one had been a blonde Amazon, the girl Marco had forced to jump overboard when he had kidnapped Tabea. It was unlikely that there was even a third woman with such skills out there.

»And you say she was accompanied by a smaller woman – one that fits the description of the one that escaped from here yesterday?«

Again, Lorenzo nodded. Whilst Luigi was tall and strong, he was the brighter of the two and so, usually only he did the conversation with Gritti. The Doge limped over to his chair and sat down, dismissing his henchmen who left, relieved that Gritti obviously didn`t consider to punish them.

»So, Aurora has helped Jelena to escape. And now, Jelena has reunited with her Amazon friend who somehow has managed to get to Venice, too. Then, they managed to free Aurora and now, they are somewhere in the hiding.«

As usual, his brain worked as quickly as his aging body was ponderous. The best thing the now three (or maybe four, if the man still was with them, too) fugitives could do was to leave Venice as soon as they could. Though he held an army of informants and controlled the guards, it was impossible to control every exit of a town that had more than 100.000 inhabitants and consisted of more than a hundred islands. With the money they sure had, since they had taken Aurora`s jewelry with them, they could easily bribe a fisherman to get them to the main land.

However, Gritti doubted that they would act like that. Except for Aurora, they were friends of Tabea and he could not believe that they wouldn`t at least attempt to free her. He grinned and reached for a silver pot in which he always had some sweets. Gritti took a piece of marzipan and thought:

»If they run away, so be it! But if they dare to show up again, they will regret it. The Republic may no longer be strong enough to fight the Ottomans, but its leader should still be able to outwit a bunch of women!«

***

Again, the two maids had withdrawn from Tabea after some time, again denying her the long-desired climax. Now, they were having another wine and in addition to feel slightly drunk now, they also became tired.

»Maybe, we should all lie down for a while!«

This »all« also included Tabea who was now put in a slightly more lenient position. They loosened the scarf tied around her neck from the canopy and carefully lowered her to the bed, allowing her to lie on her back or rather her bound arms. Her neck was secured to the upper bedframe and her knees were still tied to the lower bedposts, forcing her to keep her thighs spread. Tabea`s legs were still tied ankle to tie and so, she couldn`t move much. She just reared up and moaned as her buttocks touched the smooth silk of the bed sheet, as even that irritated her sensitive skin.

Ornella and Fiamma also removed her cloth hood and the blindfold and removed her ear plugs, but left the rest of her massive gag tightly in place. Acting synchronously, they then plucked the clothespins from her aching nipples and placed a kiss on her sore buds.

The two naked maids then cuddled beside her. Tabea moaned, but could not escape their warm proximity. Ornella then asked Fiamma:

»How about a little game as a finish for the day?«

She whispered something into the redhead`s ear and Fiamma smiled, expectantly, intrigued, aroused. The two girls then took four scarves and used two of these to blindfold themselves. The other, Fiamma, who was lying to Tabea`s left, took into her left hand, whilst Ornella on the other side used her right.

They didn`t need their eyes to find Tabea`s breasts and they each began to caress one of them, using their free hands and their mouths, until Tabea moaned with pleasure. Then, the scarves came to use. They brushed over her body with the soft silk, caressing her naked skin. Tabea writhed and cringed whenever a cloth touched her sides and the caress of the cloths between her legs and at her pubic mound almost drove her mad. This time, there was no pain, just tender caresses, but it also helped to heat the oven a third time.

The two girls seemed to enjoy their game, too, and since they were both blindfolded, none of them had heard the opening of the door. Tabea, who had closed her eyes and was concentrating on this stimulation, also only realized they were no longer alone when someone ostentatiously cleared his throat.

The two maids gasped, clumsily trying to remove their blindfolds, cover themselves and get from the bed at the same time. Tabea stared at the newcomers with widened eyes, panting and feeling her cheeks burn from embarrassment. It was Gritti and with him were Lorenzo and Luigi, both looking at her with barely concealed greed.

»Fiamma, Ornella! There is no need to feel ashamed! You just did what I told you and even showed some initiative! I should be grateful – but you should still remember how to behave in front of your Master!«

Fiamma had managed to grab a slip and held it to her assets whilst Ornella stood with one arm shielding her breasts whilst her other hand covered her pubic area. Now, though they were blushing all over, the two naked girls took a graceful, yet very revealing position and sank into a deep curtsey.

»Good! Stay like that until I tell you otherwise!«

He now approached Tabea who, if the earth had opened to hell, would have jumped deliberately. She had been naked in front of men before, even naked, bound and gagged, but now, she also showed undoubtedly signs of arousal and whilst the two henchmen looked as if there wasn`t much blood left above their waists, Gritti`s calm and friendly attitude frightened her even more.

The Doge sat down on the bed and said:

»There is some news, Tabea. News you might consider good news at first: your Friend Jelena seems to have reunited with that blonde Amazon you were with when my men first captured you. And as it seems, they just freed Aurora from the hands of these two simpletons.«

Whilst Lorenzo and Luigi lowered their heads at the mild reprimanding, Tabea let out a fluttering breath and stared at Gritti. She felt that there was more, less pleasant, to come.

»Maybe, we will never again hear from them – but I am afraid we will as they sure will try to get you back, too. And I still haven`t decided what to do, as I have to wait whether and how they act before I can react.«

He had kept on talking calmly, but his hand had found its way between Tabea`s legs, cupping her still hot and wet pubic mound. Tabea moaned and squirmed, but this only made the touch worse.

»Whatever they do will also have consequences on your future, Tabea. Whether you will become Aurora´s successor or not, for example.«

He had begun to massage her middle and Tabea now squirmed and shook her head.

»Nnnngggg! Mmmhhmmph!«

However, his fingers had already found a way inside her and now, they moved with the expertise of more than 50 years. Tabea could see that not only Lorenzo and Luigi could watch everything, but also Fiamma and Ornella, still curtseying, had a good view on the bed. She tried to close her thighs, but to no avail.

»In my years as a man, I may boast that no woman ever had to leave my bed unsatisfied. And I sure won`t break that rule on my old days!«

»Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmm! Nnnngggg!«

»No! I can`t I mustn`t, I- ooohhh!«

She involuntarily thrust out her pelvis as Gritti now pushed two fingers deep inside her whilst his thumb remained on her clit, massaging it tenderly. He then accelerated his moves and since Ornella and Fiamma had badgered her for hours before, she now found a valve for all her frustration and pent up arousal. She closed her eyes, blocking out the bunch of watcher enjoying her surrender, and concentrated on  Gritti`s fingers. After a short while, her body stiffened and she clamped her fingers and spasmed, then collapsing with a muffled scream of relief and joy. The orgasm washed through her body, feeling like a long, soothing wave of all she had desired and she rode the tide as long as she could.

Panting and joyfully exhausted, she then lay there as Gritti got up and told his henchmen.

»Get her downstairs!«

***

Bela cursed when he pulled up his pants. Relieving oneself sure wasn`t an easy task if one had only one leg he could use. At least, at that early hour, there was nobody at this remote corner of the abandoned barn he was living in. Even his host would sleep for another hour before he started his work.

Bela hopped back to his cot on his intact leg and let himself fall on the straw. Whatever the limitations to his magic powers were, he definitely could not just heal his ankle by pure willpower.

At least, he now knew that he could open a window to the time Janika and the other girls came from, even without his book. Maybe, the book had just become an artifact because he had used it so frequently, filling it not only with ink, but also with magic, so to say. He just could not say if he could hold the portal open long enough for his friends to pass through it.

»Well, there is only one way to find out!«

His thoughts wandered to Janika who had not only taken his virginity, but had also shown him what true love was. Unfortunately, he could not actually see her like he could see through the centuries. He could, however, at least sense that she was still in Venice and alive. Bela was also sure that he would have noticed if she was in great danger, but there was no such sign.

He sat up, took some water and had a few bites of bread before he went on to pass another day by trying to get better control over his powers.

***

Jelena came back to the hotel, carrying several bags from her early shopping trip. She had left the hotel at the first light and bought all they needed for their next step whilst Janika had ordered something to eat, telling the housekeeper she was ill and would stay in her room for the day.

»Did you get everything?«

She had not only bought paper, an inkwell and some quills, but also clothes for Aurora who still was naked. Once the former Mistress had dressed herself, they had breakfast and talked about their letter. It had to be convincing and so, each sentence took its time.

They had decided to sound as if a member of the Venetian aristocracy was behind the plan and so, the letter not only had to sound as if a nobleman had written it, but also had to contain some specifically Venetian expressions. Aurora could have done it, of course, but since Gritti knew her handwriting, it was on Jelena to follow Aurora`s dictation and for the girl, writing with a quill was a new experience. But finally, the letter was ready and Janika again sent Jelena who quickly found a boy who promised to deliver it in exchange for half a Scudo.

»Now, all we can do is wait!«, Jelena sighed when she returned to their hotel room.

***

At the same time, waiting was the only thing Tabea could do, too. And the fact that her captors also were condemned to waiting didn`t make things better.

She had again been strapped to the iron rocking chair, but this time, two more straps had been added. One went over her still thoroughly gagged mouth, the other over her forehead, pinning her head to the backrest and preventing her from moving her head. All she could do was flex her fingers, wriggle her toes and blink her eyes.

Gritti sat opposite to her, watching her closely, but saying nothing. His henchmen also sat there, obviously tired and the maids, who had for some reason not be allowed to put on any clothes had withdrawn to the cell where their beds were. Now, with the permission of the Doge, they were soundly sleeping, exhausted from the glasses of sweet wine and their encounters with Tabea.

Time had passed slowly and Tabea had first tried to just remain calm. Then, getting increasingly frustrated, she had first tried to talk and then screamed through her multiple gags, but Gritti had just grinned maliciously.

He had also grinned that way when Tabea had become more and more fidgety, squirming the little she could in her tight bonds, trying to squeeze her thighs together and aching. Then, unable to hold it any longer, she had peed through the holes in the seat of her chair, blushing and panting from embarrassment.

After a few hours, however, there had been a knock at the door. Lorenzo had accepted the messenger at the door and when he had closed it again, he held a letter he handed to Gritti. The Doge silently read it and he frowned.

»Your Highness, Your former Mistress Aurora da Padova is with me. She is all well, but obviously quite frightened, for she told me some details about Your past.«

The letter went on by describing some of these »details«, obviously to prove him that the letter wasn`t a fake. It was political secrets he had confided to Aurora when they had been in bed and some of these could indeed be problematic if they became public.  It hadn`t been a problem had Aurora ended up in the brothel as he had planned, because the owner was one of his men, but now, she had either found some friends or she was a part of the plot.

»As Your Highness sure understands, I have something You will have to pay for. Luckily, You have all the things I demand for my silence: 1000 golden Scudi and the new slave girl I know You have in Your palace.«

Now, Gritti had to smile. He now was more or less sure that Aurora was conspiring with these two girls. Who else would be interested in Tabea, since her friends and Aurora were the only persons who knew about her and were not on Gritti`s payroll. And whilst he could believe that they had forged a plan to blackmail him on their own, the letter showed that there was no influential person behind them. The paper looked plain and though the style was that of a nobleman, the handwriting looked a bit clumsy and he discovered a few misspellings he knew were typical for his former Mistress.

»If Your Highness is interested in further instructions, show on your balcony at noon, wearing Your blue robe.«

He had to admit that this was a smart move. If he did so, they could see him, but he could not tell who of the hundreds of people on the Piazza San Marco the plotters were. He rose from his chair. If he wanted to follow the order, he had to get to his room, put on his blue robe and show himself to the public.

»The game has started!«, he announced the bound and gagged Tabea and left the room. Now, Lorenzo yawned heartily and told Luigi to wake up the girls. They were drowsy and still seemed to feel quite awkward being naked around dressed men, but Lorenzo said:

»His Highness has to attend a meeting of the Counsel in about one hour. That means we have some hours for our own!«

He put his arm around Fiamma`s shoulders and when he touched her breast, she was only a bit unwilling. Both of them had already slept with each other and Lorenzo wasn`t the worst. At least, he was clean and not a brute. Ornella, on the other hand, knew that Luigi was by any means a big man and so, she just acted coyly a bit, too.

Lorenzo now promised them some sweets and maybe, even a ribbon for her hair and Luigi also clumsily tried to court. Ornella pointed at Tabea.

»What about her? We should blindfold her!«

Lorenzo grinned.

»I am quite sure she likes to watch. However, we should keep her entertained, too!«

Tabea blinked nervously as he went for the table and then approached her chair. He turned it so she had to look at the cell where the improvised beds of the maids were and then, he showed her a short leather strap with small hooks on its ends.

»You have any idea where this will go?«

»Mmhhmmph! Nnnngggg!«

With widened eyes, Tabea moaned with protest and writhed as he shoved his hand that held the strap between her legs. He had to push forward quite energetically to get his fingers to the chair`s backrest, somewhere between her buttocks. Tabea whimpered when his rough hand rubbed over her still sore and sensitive skin. Lorenzo fixed the hook to one of the many holes in the backrest and then pulled the strap between her legs. As he tried to fix the other hook to the eyelet in her waist strap, right below her navel, the strap turned out to be five inches too short.

»Too bad!«

He pulled and the strap painfully cut into her soft flesh.

»Nnngggggg!«

Still, the strap was too short and Lorenzo now again reached between Tabea`s legs. He took care the strap was centered and then, he prized her labia apart with one hand whilst he again pulled hard.

»Ooouuhhmmmmm! Nnnngggggggg! Hhrrrrmmmmmm!«

Tabea wailed at this line of fire between her legs. The strap was splitting her in two! With some effort, Lorenzo managed to get the hook through the eyelet and now, Tabea winced and panted, staring at him with tears in her eyes.

»I knew that you love some rough foreplay!«

He once pinched and squeezed her nipples and then, he went for Fiamma who had already placed herself on her cot whilst Ornella had started to help Luigi undo his waistcoat.

***

Gritti slowly stepped on his balcony and had a look at the piazza that, as usually at that time of the day, was crowded with people. For a moment, he tried if he could perhaps see Jelena, but of course, it was impossible to make her out in the crowd. Then, however, something else caught his eyes.

A group of young men pointed at him and for a moment, he thought they wanted to cheer him. Then, however, they started laughing and some of them started chanting:

»Polpetto e Famosa! Polpetto e Famosa!«

Gritti`s jaw dropped. Only Aurora was allowed to call him by his nickname: Polpetto, meat ball. He could imagine that one of the servants might have overheard it, but there was also the other nickname: Famosa.

Like most prostitutes, Aurora had used such a nickname, indicating that she was skillful. And whilst she had proved her nickname right, she had left it at the brothel when she had moved to the palace. It hadn`t been mentioned by anyone during the last twelve years and Gritti had thought it might have been forgotten. But now, someone had spread not only his private nickname, but also the old nom du guerre of his former Mistress!

The Venetians loved to joke about their superiors and so, he had almost expected to see some people even waving caricatures. Gritti waited for as long as he thought was necessary for him to not have it look as if he was running away from the people`s mockery. Then, he wanted to tell a servant to get him one of these drawings when suddenly, one of the footmen approached. With a bow, but obviously oppressing a laugh, he handed Gritti a folded sheet.

As he unfolded it, his eyes fell on a coal drawing, showing a naked woman that showed some resemblance to Aurora sitting on a giant meat ball. Gritti`s grip around the sheet tightened when he saw that there were a few lines written below the caricature:

»Polpetto, if you want to be ridden by the Famosa again, come to San Michele at midnight. Bring the money and the black slave with you, but only one of your men!«

Forcing himself to breathe slowly and deeply, Gritti managed to fight down his anger. His enemies had hit him unexpected by hurting his dignity. But then, he also saw some hints in the insult.

If any political enemy had been behind all this, he sure would have loved to use his embarrassing nickname against him – but Aurora would have never told him hers. Now, she was the butt of the joke, too. And this could only mean one thing: she had turned against him – no wonder after how he had treated her, he had to admit – and now wanted to burn all bridges behind her and leave the city.

»Polpetto!«

He spun around, but could only hear the sound of rapidly disappearing feet, accompanied by some giggling. He heard the church bells and knew that he had to attend his meeting with the Grand Counsel. Sure, the members had also heard about this little joke and so, the mood of his enemies would be quite good.

»San Michele at midnight!«

Said island was Venice´s Cemetery Island, the only living inhabitants being a few monks. During the night, the place was only frequented by very few people, all of them photophobic for one reason or the other. Most Venetians thought that the place was haunted and so, they would be undisturbed if they met there.

Gritti crumpled the sheet and put it into the pocket of his robe. He would go to the island and he would bring Tabea with him – but maybe not just one man!

***