Minor Changes 3

The library of the faculty for Ancient History was in a side wing of the Residenz, so, Marcus, Zara and Silvana were waiting by the entrance for Dr. Monica Bloch (or whoever else it would be) to come. Silvana had offered to take a few pictures of Zara in front of the famous building, since this would allow her to take a picture of the approaching woman without her noticing it.

Dr. Koch arrived on time, wearing a slightly less formal attire than during her lecture, with her suit jacket in a different colour than her skirt, and a colourful silk scarf draped around her neck. She exchanged a handshake with Marcus and nodded towards the girls before she waited for Marcus to open the door.

Remembering what she had told Marcus, Silvana followed them inside and hastily photographed some random pages of the Realenzyklopädie, not even looking what volume it was. Then, as Marcus was giving Monica access to the library`s digital catalogue, she left, noticing that Zara seemed all too interested in a poster announcing an exhibition of Greek art; obviously, she was waiting for her to leave, so she could talk to Marcus once he had finished helping Dr. Bloch.

However, Silvana now had something else to do: she had watched with which car Monica had arrived, and she now went there, pretending to be just strolling around. Once, she rounded the BMW that looked expensive, but not in any way suspicious – except for the license plate that said »F-BS-123«. Of course, it was possible that the car was either rented or that Monica didn`t care about having her initials shown on her license plate, but Silvana took some photos, nevertheless. Then, she sat down at the fountain and looked at the pictures she had taken from Monica, enlarging them and comparing them to the image of the young Monica Bloch.

»I will be damned if these are showing the same person!«

»Excuse me?«

Silvana had been so preoccupied in examining the photos that she hadn`t noticed someone had stepped beside her. She twitched and looked up to a woman with black curls and a rather dark complexion. She now apologized in many words and with a strong accent Silvana couldn`t localize for having startled her. Then, she asked her in very broken German whether Silvana could take a picture of her in front of the fountain, a favour the girl did deliberately. The stranger thanked as if Silvana had just saved her from drowning and then, she withdrew.

Silvana once again turned her attention to her phone, and so, she didn`t notice that the woman hadn`t gone very far and still had an eye on her. She had accompanied Benita, in case this Marlene would show up. She hadn`t, but instead, there had been this blonde who had obviously photographed Benita and then also her car. When she had looked over the girl`s shoulder, she had seen her stare at an image of Benita.

»Seems that Marlene has got an accomplice! Well, Madame X is watching!«

She had to chuckle at the nickname. It was silly, but more impressive than her real name, which was simply Maya. Actually, Maya was her second name, but when she had been in Germany for the first time, she had quickly learned that her first name, Avigail, sounded almost like the German »Ah, wie geil« (either »oh, how horny« or »oh, how cool«, depending on context), and so, after a few silly jokes, she had decided to go by Maya.

Despite what she had just pretended, her German was very good, though she couldn`t speak without an accent – the reason why she didn`t speak in presence of their captive. However, she could sure listen to what this blonde girl was saying and understand everything.

»I think I will see if she`s connected to Marlene! And then, we maybe have to take further steps to deal with these two!«

***

Inside the library, Benita smiled whilst she placed her laptop on the small desk away from the entrance. There, the student who had let her in and his companion had been whispering to each other, and so, she had ostentatiously withdrawn from them, pretending she needed a quiet place for her research. The guy had even apologized, but she had taken the opportunity to be on her own. In her opinion, the petite girl was a bit above the slightly clumsy man`s league, but according to her, they could get physical on his desk, as long as this would draw their attention from her.

Luckily, the real Monica Bloch had booked this private session weeks ago; in a way, she and her were doing research on the same subject, albeit with different premises. Anyway, she could now not only look after the book she was looking for, she could also try to find out what had happened to other parts of Arnstein`s library.

The book she now held in her hands was an early 19th century print of Flavius Josephus` »The Jewish War«. It was quite precious, too, meaning that an antiquarian would have paid 150 to 200 Euro for it. However, Benita was only interested in the cover sheet.

She found a stamp mark, telling her that the book was property of the University of Würzburg, but underneath, she could still see another, older stamp: obviously, the librarian had tried more or less successfully to hide the swastika by stamping over it.

»So, let`s see who was your owner before the Nazis got you!«

Benita took out a magnifying glass and found another note, written in microscopic letters. It was Hebrew, and though she knew the letters and more or less knew what they said, it took her some time to read them:

»Samuel Arnstein, vol. 17, Bibliotheca Vaticana 1911«

So, this was the 17th book of Arnstein`s infamous library, and he obviously had bought (or stolen) it from the Bibliotheca Vaticana in 1911. So far, it only proved that the man had possessed this book, but Benita felt like electrified. What had happened to the other books? Obviously, the librarians in 1938 had considered a book describing a war against Jews unsuspicious enough to be left on their shelves, but what had they done to the rest?

A sound behind her made Benita twitch and almost drop the book. The girl stood behind her, smiling.

»Oops, sorry, I didn`t want to disturb you!«

Obviously, she had lost interest in flirting with the guy and was strolling along the shelves. Benita forced a smile on her face.

»No problem, but if I had dropped this book, I would have held you accountable! Allow me?«

She went to her desk, taking the book with her. The girl read its title and turned towards her:

»The Jewish War. The one in which the Romans conquered Jerusalem and destroyed the Temple!«

»Exactly!«

The girl lowered her voice, and now, Benita noticed her accent:

»During that war, the Menora got lost! I knew it! You are a female Indiana Jones!«

Benita hid her impatience behind a cold smile.

»You got me! Please, don`t tell the authorities!«

She held the girl`s view until she got the message and pranced back towards the desk at the entrance. Benita let out a fluttering breath. She was not looking for the famous seven-armed chandelier, but nevertheless, she didn`t need anyone look over her shoulder!

There was something with this girl that made her slightly nervous, but, positioning herself in a way she could see her if she came back, Benita shooed her concerns for the moment and continued her research.

***

To be mobile in a bigger city, Maya had a scooter, but nevertheless, she had to strain to keep track of Silvana. It was as if the girl was trying to shake her off, but Silvana was just dependant on the bus and had forgotten her gym bag she would need for her Zumba session. At her dormitory, Silvana talked with another student she knew from seeing, allowing Maya to sneak into the lobby, too. Here, she hid in a corner and saw how Silvana checked her letterbox before attending the elevator.

Maya did not want to risk following her to her, but she checked the girl`s name from the letterbox. Silvana Dellert. So, she wasn`t related to Marlene Gutermann, unless she was maybe her niece, though the two didn`t look as if they were related.

»And yet, this girl and this Marlene are both suspecting that there is something wrong with Benita! With a little bit of luck, this will be no problem, but now, all depends on Benita`s qualities as a researcher!«

Maya knew that she could do exactly nothing if right now, Silvana was phoning Marlene and they decided to go to the Police. Even if she stormed up and assaulted the girl, Marlene would by then know for sure that something was rotten. So, Maya went back for her scooter and parked it a little bit away from the dorm, so she could watch its door. Then, she texted Benita, asking her how well her work went on.

***

Benita oppressed a sigh when she read Maya`s message. She had been partially successful, finding an important hint for the lost library: another book, part one of a two-volume series about the Third Punic War. It was a co-production from the 1900s, and the author of the second volume had been both a jew and a devoted socialist, and so, his contribution to the books had been blacklisted since 1933. Benita was sure that volume two was where the other missing books were hidden, and she had used the opportunity that the damned girl had left the library to ask the guy about it.

She had been careful, and he was just an assistant, not the real librarian, and so, he had only been able to get the information that there was indeed an evidence chamber somewhere in the cellars. Bending a bit forward so Marcus could get a glimpse of her cleavage, Benita had asked whether he could show her that room.

»Sorry, Ma`am! I am only allowed to let you do your research in this room. By noon, I will have to compliment you out!«

It seemed that he wasn`t completely indifferent towards her attractiveness, and Benita had been about to flirt with him, but as on keyword, the girl had come back and so, she had fallen back into her role of the Professor doing her research.

So, her answer to Maya was short and almost sounded annoyed:

»Need to do some more research, will try to get access by tomorrow!«

Tomorrow was a Sunday, but perhaps, she could entice the guy to let her in once again.

»Okay!«, was the simple answer from Maya.

***

»Tomorrow! This is not a term paper, where you can ask for a little extra time!«

Maya`s thoughts wandered to the real Monica Bloch, still bound and gagged in the cellar of the house they had rented. Currently, she was well stowed, but with each day, the risk of her being able to alert someone, or someone seeing her by accident, increased, of course. However, the biggest problem was the time Benita would have to act as Monica. Once they had all the information they needed, they would be able to give up that charade, but now, it was important that nobody would suspect Benita to be anything but the woman she pretended to be.

»So, it would be very helpful if Marlene and Silvana kept their mouths shut until the end of the weekend!«

Maya was thinking of practicable options she and Benita had when she saw Silvana leave the house. She was now wearing leggings and an oversized T-Shirt, had her hair gathered to a ponytail and was carrying a gym bag. Maya frowned. Sure, the girl wouldn`t dress up like that for going to the Police!

Silvana went for the bus station, so Maya, who had googled thee route of the bus line, could at least tell the potential stops. The bus would meander through the residential area until it reached the central station.

Maya did a quick calculation: Silvana sure wouldn`t take the bus to just get to the adjacent street, even more as there was a shortcut for pedestrians. So, she wouldn`t have to follow the bus for the entire route, which would have looked a bit suspicious even to a layman sooner or later. Maya started her scooter and went to the first stop she considered to be Silvana`s goal.

Since she could go there directly, Maya was ten minutes early and so, she decided to check the next stop, just to see whether there was something that looked like a potential goal. Then, she almost stepped on the brakes, though the woman standing there had no idea who she was.

It was Marlene, also carrying a gym bag and wearing leggings and a sweater. Her curls were tamed by a hairband, and she also sported sneakers. It was too much of a coincidence!

For the next minutes, Maya waited hidden behind a parked van, always fearing that the bus would rush by, with no Silvana in it. But her concerns were unnecessary. As the bus arrived, Silvana got out and the two hugged before they walked side by side. Then, Maya could see them stop, and for a moment, she feared that they had somehow recognized her, though she now was wearing a helmet and her leather jacket, and Silvan had only seen her for a short time.

However, the reason of that were two more women and a man, also dressed for doing sports. The group then walked on, and as Maya followed them, they led her to a gym where some more people, most of them female, were waiting.

»Dance & Fit«, Maya read and a smile appeared upon her face. Obviously, Marlene and Silvana would now attend a class, and also obviously, they sure wouldn`t talk about their suspicions as long as all the other people were around.

Shortly before noon, the group entered the building. Maya waited for a few minutes and then, she checked the board beside the door, telling her that on Saturdays, there were Zumba classes at 12 and at 2pm.

»Wait a minute!«

Maya checked Google Maps, telling her what she had already suspected: the gym was just 600 yards away from Marlene`s apartment. So, since the two would have to talk about what Silvana thought to have encountered, they would sure get there once the lesson was over.

»Time to become Madame X again!«, she thought, feeling the adrenaline rush through her body as she steered her scooter towards the Hofmeisterstraße.

***

Benita was now convinced that the girl – Zara, as she knew now – had come directly from hell to be her personal pain in the ass. She had asked Marcus whether he could give her access to the library again the next day. The young man had hummed and hawed, but she had seen that he could do so, as he would not have to hand the key back before Monday. However, Zara had pouted:

»Tomorrow, you wanted to show me the Festung!«

The Festung Marienberg, Würzburg`s famous fortress, was another tourist magnet, and Benita could see that Marcus was eager to play the guide for the pretty little bitch who obviously used her charms to make him do everything for her.

Benita knew that it would look suspicious if she was too keen on getting to the library again, so, she invented a story about a meeting she had to attend on Monday morning, forcing her to leave by Sunday evening.

»I really need this research to be done before! Maybe, I can compensate you for your time! Would 200 Euro be enough for two hours?«

It was quite a sum for a student, and so, he agreed to let her in between 8 and 10 am, since the Festung wouldn`t open its doors before 10 anyway. Benita thanked him and, giving Zara an angry glance, she left.

»Phew, I thought she would never leave!«, Zara sighed as the door had fallen shut behind her. Marcus chuckled.

»Sounds as if you wanted to be alone with me!«

Zara cocked her head and smiled.

»Maybe! I could imagine worse!«

***

»Tomorrow, I will have aches on places I didn`t even know had muscles!«, Silvana sighed. Marlene laughed.

»Right now, I have sweat on places I didn`t know have glands!«

The Zumba lesson had been fun, but also strenuous, leaving them both completely exhausted. Since the women`s shower was small and crowded, Marlene had invited Silvana to come with her and to use her bathroom, since they wanted to talk anyway.

Still, it sounded a bit too made up to both of them. Why on earth should someone kidnap a literature Professor and then enact as her? It wasn`t that Monica was rich or hiding secrets interesting to more than the other scholars of her faculty.

»Maybe, she just wanted to chat on her boyfriend and persuaded a colleague to give her an alibi!«, Silvana thought as they rather stumbled than walked the short distance to Marlene`s apartment. At least, the Zumba dancing had helped her to calm down, both from her being intrigued by doing an investigation and her feelings about Marcus.

They had reached the house and Marlene opened the door.

»Just have a drink in the kitchen, I only want to check if the bathroom is okay!«

Marlene had a tendency to be a bit messy, and she didn`t want Silvana to see used towels or her underwear lying around on the bathroom floor. She hummed the melody of one of the songs they had danced to she had liked the most as she quickly stuffed a few items into the drawer and placed a fresh towel on the stool for Silvana.

»So, everything`s rea-«

The words died on Marlene`s lips as she stepped into the main room that combined her living room with a corner for dining and a kitchenette. Silvana was draped over her couch, half sitting and half lying, and she wasn`t moving. Behind the backrest stood a masked woman holding a gun to the unconscious girl`s temple.

»Your friend will wake up soon – or never, depending on whether you do as I say!«

Marlene`s eyes wandered from the woman and her friend to her terrace, then to the corridor, and back to the masked intruder. Her legs suddenly felt wobbly, and she had to force herself not to panic as she asked:

»Wha-what do you w-want?«

The woman focussed her, and Marlene had never seen brown eyes look so cold.

»Strip!«

As Marlene hesitated, she just grabbed Silvana`s scalp and yanked her head up. The girl`s jaw dropped open, and she shoved the gun`s barrel into her mouth, moving it slightly back and forth.

»O-O-Okay, I`ll d-do it. J-Just don`t h-hurt her!«

Marlene reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, revealing her tight tank top with the wet spots under her armpits. Just to buy time, she then took off her socks. She looked at the woman, but she just kept on forcing the unconscious Silvana to do fellatio to her gun.

She was a curvy woman, and the leggings was tight and also sweaty; so, it wasn`t easy to wriggle it down her legs, and Marlene staggered twice, almost landing on her backside. Then, she removed her top, leaving her in a plain black bra and a pair of white panties with a narrow lace trimming. Marlene had worn these the day before and decided they would go for the training, since she would change clothes afterwards anyway.

Again, she stopped. The woman just pushed the barrel forward, and she had obviously touched the back of Silvana`s throat, for the girl chortled and some drool ran down her chin. Shuddering from horror, Marlene unclasped her bra and slowly took it off. She wanted to cross her arms in front of her chest, but the woman ordered her to put her hands on her hips. Then, she looked at her for a few seconds, causing Marlene to blush.

»Tell me your bra size!«

»Wha-what?«

The woman`s eyes sparkled, showing her amusement.

»My colleague sure wants to know!«

Marlene took a deep breath.

»I-I am a 38D!«

Though it was one of her least concerns right now, and though there was no man in the room, announcing her bra size felt embarrassing to Marlene, and she wished she could have covered her boobs. However, the woman now forced her to take off her panties and to step out of them.

»Good! Now, we will wait!«

To Marlene`s slight relief, she at least let Silvana go now and stepped back one step, not taking the gun down for a second. Marlene watched with horrified fascination as the girl began to move. Silvana`s eyelids fluttered; she blinked, and then, she stared at the naked Marlene and her eyes widened. She let out a croak, but now, the woman announced:

»Get up and stand beside Marlene!«

Marlene shivered as the intruder mentioned her name. Her German had a slight accent she couldn`t locate. Silvana looked over her shoulder, and as she looked at the gun, she remembered how, as she had entered the room, she had suddenly felt a pinch at her neck and everything had turned black.

She worked herself up from the couch and then stood beside Marlene who looked at her with a mixture of fear and a desperate attempt to show some confidence.

»Do as she says and we will get out of this!«, her eyes seemed to signal.

»Now, Silvana, since you look a bit sleepy, Marlene will strip you!«

Silvana gasped, but then, she looked at Marlene and nodded slightly. She then raised her arms as Marlene pulled the T-Shirt over her head, revealing a white lacy bra. Marlene unclasped it, and, as the woman demanded it, she read the label and said:

»She`s a 36D!«

Silvana`s chest heaved as now, Marlene reached for the waistband of her leggings and pulled it down, together with her panties. She allowed her to pull both over her ankles, taking the socks with her. Now, both were stark naked, except for Marlene`s hairband.

»You are a primary school teacher, Marlene?«, the woman suddenly asked. Actually, the question was superfluous: after she had entered the apartment, Maya had searched every room, including Marlene`s small office. Now, Marlene nodded, obviously puzzled by the subject. Maya tossed her a large roll of silver duct tape.

»Time to do a little handicraft! How about sock puppets?«

Marlene had to pick up her ringed black and purple socks from the floor and hold them to Silvana`s face. The girl`s nose cringed at the sweaty smell, and both feared that the next order would be that Marlene should gag her with them. Instead, Marlene had to put them over the blonde`s hands and tape around her wrists, so she would not be able to pull them off.

»Good! Now, Silvana, forward bend! Touch your feet, but keep your legs stretched!«

Silvana obeyed, knowing how this would expose her butt even more. Marlene had to pick Silvana`s white socks and put them over her hands.

»Don`t even think of trying something funny!«, the masked woman hissed before she put her gun into her belt. Then, she taped Marlene`s wrists, too. She then had to stand butt to butt to Silvana who was allowed to raise from her forward bend. Since both were about the same height (Marlene 5`5``, Silvana one inch taller), their buttocks were grinding against each other, and their shoulders also touched.

Now, Maya produced a bag she had borrowed from Marlene. In it, she had several of her pantyhose, all cut in the middle. She took two and then, the girls had to hook their arms. When Maya now tied their crossed wrists in front of their bellies, they had to stay back to back. Like that, they now had to stagger into Marlene`s bedroom.

»A French bed! Are you having regular guests, or do you just enjoy having much room for yourself, Marlene?«

Marlene, however, noticed another detail: she had left the window open, but now, the curtains were closed. The woman ordered them to sit in the centre of the bed. Tied as they were, this acquired some more wriggling and squirming, and despite being naked and had done sports before, both girls again sweated. Panting, they were finally sitting in the middle of the broad mattress.

She then used four more of the cut pantyhose to tie their ankles to the bed posts, and both girls reflexively lowered their sock-covered hands to protect their exposed middles. Having tied Silvana`s foot, Maya brushed over her sole, seeming disappointed that the girl didn`t react.

»So, you are not ticklish? How about you, Marlene?«

Marlene let out a fluttering breath and involuntarily tensed her muscles, but the masked woman left her alone. Instead, she left the room, only to return with two things dangling from her left hand: Silvana, who was facing the door, shuddered as she recognized her and Marlene`s panties.

»I am not sure whether you live in a quiet neighbourhood, but we better don`t risk any complaints, do we?«

She climbed upon the bed and held Marlene`s panties to Silvana`s face. As she turned her head away, she asked with feigned surprise:

»So, you don`t like the smell, Silvana? You are insulting Marlene!«

Maya positioned herself in a way Marlene could see her, too, and she then sniffed on both pairs, through her mask.

»Hm, both show that you took your Zumba lessons seriously, but I can sense a difference, even through my mask! Now, when did you put these on? Silvana?«

»S-some five hours ago!«, the blonde croaked. She had dressed fresh this morning, but of course, 90 minutes of Zumba had left traces. Marlene, when asked the same question, blushed with embarrassment.

»Y-yesterday, shortly be-before noon!«

Marlene had put on her best, including underwear, when she had dressed up for her expected meeting with Monica, but since then, she hadn`t changed. Maya now held the white cotton garment to Silvana`s face again. As the girl clenched her teeth, she shrugged and reached for her pocket.

»Our primary school teacher has a lot of kinky stuff in her home!«

Without warning, she placed a clothespin on Silvana`s nipple. The girl whimpered, but managed to keep her teeth together. Maya took a second clothespin – and placed it on her nose. At the same time, she turned Marlene`s panties inside out and pressed them on the girl`s lips.

»Uuhmmph! Hhrrrmmm! Gghhmmph!«

The girl gasped, opened her mouth in panic, only to receive a mouthful of the damp, vile tasting panties. Since Marlene was curvy, they were quite substantial, and Maya seemed eager to get everything behind Silvana`s teeth, blocking her tongue completely. When the girl spasmed from lack of air, she removed the clothespin from her nose, only to put it on her other nipple. She stuffed her mouth full and then, she tied the leg of another pantyhose between her lips, knotting it off at her nape.

Silvana groaned. The sweaty panties filled her mouth to the bursting, and she desperately tried to get them out of her mouth. Her chest heaved, which only caused the clothespins to bite harder into her nipples.

»Now, will you be a good girl, or do I have to use the clothespins on you, too, Marlene?«

Helplessly, the woman opened her mouth, getting Silvana`s white cotton panties, adorned with little blue polka dots, shoved inside.

»Why can`t she wear thongs, like other girls her age?«, Marlene thought as the sodden underwear filled her mouth and Maya had tied another pantyhose leg between her lips. Then, she placed the clothespins on Marlene`s nipples.

»Just because I can!«

Maya was far from being finished. She rummaged through her bag, producing more cut pantyhose and a pair of Marlene`s socks, the ones she had worn during the last Zumba session. She folded one of those and placed it over Marlene`s lips, so it was touching her nostrils, and tied it in place with another cut pantyhose. Silvana got the same treatment and then, Maya secured each gag with 20 rounds of tape.

»So, that should keep you quiet until Monday morning! Now, just a few more things!«

Maya took the last cut pantyhose and tied one around each girl`s neck, entangling the two, so they would have to keep their heads together. Then, she showed them two of Marlene`s scarves, both long and made from the finest silk, weighing almost nothing.

»Just to keep you entertained for the long time!«

She tied several knots into one of the scarves and then tied the end around Silvana`s bound wrists. Then, ignoring the girl`s desperate mews, she pushed it between her splayed legs, shoved her hand under Marlene and pulled it over. She pulled the slack out and then tied the other end to Marlene`s wrists. Each girl now felt the knots rub over her pubic mound as they moved.

»That was for both of you, but I also respect individuality!«

She took the second scarf and tied it to Marlene`s big toe, taking care the end dangled over her sole, brushing over her skin. Marlene mewed and twitched as Maya now tied the other end to her second big toe. She immediately understood the perfidy of the arrangement: if she wriggled her feet, she would tickle herself, starting a vicious circle of moving and getting tickled again.

Maya now opened Marlene`s nightstand, and despite being horrified of her own ordeal, Marlene blushed deep red as the intruder took out her vibrator and playfully waved her index finger.

»Would you have believed a primary school teacher has one of those, Silvana?«

The blonde mewed and squirmed as Maya touched her pussy with the tip of the plastic torpedo. She didn`t try to shove it inside her, but she pushed it under her crotch scarf, right between two of the knots. She even secured it in place with some tape before leaving the bed.

»I put in some fresh batteries! So, it may last some time!«

She bent over Silvana, and the girl twitched as she heard the faint buzzing and sensed the slight vibrations between her legs.

»It has an interval function! Seems that sometimes, our primary school teacher loves her little surprises, even when she is alone!«

She went to the door and switched off the light.

»Have an entertaining weekend!«, she purred before she closed the door.

***