Venetian Carnival 2

»This can`t be true! Someone must notice!«

Whenever the car slowed down, or stopped at a traffic light, Marlene was sure that someone would notice her predicament. However, all an occasional viewer would have seen was that the person on the passenger seat was wearing a Shrek mask. The black coat would look normal through the window, with no one noticing the sleeves were actually empty, and also, no one would suggest that underneath the rubber mask, she was massively gagged. Marlene cringed and squirmed whenever she thought that someone was close, but this didn`t even seem to bother her kidnapper, for he continued to caress her knee, even push his thump under the back of her knee, laughing as she twitched and mewed as he tickled her sensitive skin.

Again, the car stopped with running engine, and this time, she heard a metallic screech. Then, the car rolled forward a few yards before it stopped again and the engine was turned off. Marlene felt a hand touch her shoulder.

»Here we are, Marlene – well, just for a short while! The real trip is still ahead of us!«

For the second time, she heard his voice without the mask, and this time, she was sure she had heard it before. The door opened, and she felt him bend over her and loosen her seatbelt. Then, he made her get out of the car.

»Allow me!«

He took off her coat, and Marlene shivered in her flimsy underwear. Then, she had to stagger a few steps before she felt him put something around her neck.

»Mhhmm! Uuhmm!«

»Sorry, Marlene, it`s just for a short while!«

He tied what felt like a collar around her neck, and when he let her go, Marlene felt it was attached to the ceiling: loose enough it didn`t block her breathing, but it would prevent her from crouching or sitting down.

Now, the mask came off, and though she was still gagged and hooded with her panties, Marlene greedily panted and blinked at the bright neon light. Her abductor had withdrawn somewhere behind her, and so, she inspected her prison.

She was in what seemed to be a double garage, with the car standing right behind her, and a bike, a huge machine with lots of chrome, parked close to her. Then, her eyes fell on the walls. They were covered with enlarged photos, and two details hit her at the same time: the pictures all showed her – and on all of them, she was either naked or in her underwear.

A cold shiver ran down her spine as she looked at three pictures arranged like a triptych: in the middle, there was an image of her smiling, and it was flanked by one image of her boobs, and another one of her soaping her pubic mound. With horror, she realized that all these photos had been taken at the gym`s shower.

»The quality could be better, but I hope I can take better pictures of you in the future!«

Marlene spun around and looked at the man, now unmasked. It took her a few moments to rummage through her memories, for it was some ten years ago she had last seen this man, but then, her eyes widened and she shied back.

»Mhhrrmm!«

»Nice to meet you too, Marlene!«

Erik, Erik von Peters! Of course, how could she have forgotten him? When she had been freshly married, she and Thomas had been invited to a party, and Erik, a millionaire who had had Thomas run some of his business, had talked to her. On a second occasion, he had tried to seduce her. He had reacted cold when she had refused him, and for a few weeks, she had feared he would let it on her husband. Indeed, he had stopped doing business with Thomas` bank, but the only loss had been the bonus cheque, and after a few months, Marlene had completely forgotten about Erik von Peters. Obviously, he hadn`t forgotten about her.

»Too much time and too much obsession seem to be a bad combination, but some of the pictures are quite intriguing!«, he said, in a calm, polite way as if this was a garden party and he was apologizing for his collection of classic coins having become a bit large. Marlene mewed, and Erik gently caressed her temple.

»Don`t be afraid, I might be obsessed, but I am also still wealthy! So, I will of course not keep you in this drafty garage! Otherwise, I wouldn`t be able to tell whether you are just cold or really delighted to see me!«

His eyes wandered over her breasts, and Marlene blushed as she noticed the cool air had made her nipples grow hard. The flimsy silk of her babydoll did little to hide them, and she cringed in her bonds, reflexively trying to shield them.

Erik stepped in front of her, and now, she noticed another change: instead of a suit, he now wore a black leather overall: a dress many bikers wore. The leather slightly screeched when he moved, and he also wore matching boots.

 »The outfit suits you, Marlene – but I think you should be wearing something more substantial for the trip!«

»Mhhm? Uuuhmmph! Nnnnngg!«

Marlene squirmed in her bonds as Erik now crouched and undid her shoelaces before taking off her bootees. Since it had been high heels, she now had to stretch her neck because of the collar, and Erik gleefully grabbed her ankle and tickled her sole for a while, chuckling at her plight. Then, he disappeared, only to return with a second leather overall.

He had opened the zipper wide, and he now worked her lower legs into the overall`s trousers, removing her knee tie, so he could pull it up to where her hands were tied. Erik showed her the knife in his hand, and she shuddered as he held it in front of her eyes.

»Please, don`t try anything if I now free your arms!«

He spoke calm, and he didn`t add a threat, but Marlene didn`t dare to resist as he now cut her wrist bonds and the nylon stocking around her waist. She sighed with relief as he removed the crotch rope; then, she panted, not daring to twitch as he carefully cut a slit into her panties, right in the middle. He barely touched her, but the close presence of a blade to her most intimate parts made Marlene tremble.

He pulled the trousers over her hips, and the leather felt tight and warm on her legs. He then turned for the zipper, and Marlene noticed that there were actually two, and she also saw that the zipper`s lower end wasn`t somewhere at her waist. Instead, it went all the way between her legs and ended above her buttocks.

»Maybe, it`s if you have to pee during the trip and don`t want to do a strip!«, she thought involuntarily. Luckily, the zipper was closed up to where her garter belt was, so, she would not have to endure his hand between her legs. In addition, wearing the leather trousers added a layer of covering between her body and him.

Now, with the upper part of the overall dangling over her hips, he brought some biker boots and put them on her feet.

»I only had the photos and one of your socks, but I hope they`ll fit!«

Now, Marlene remembered how she and Silvana had laughed as she hadn`t found one of her socks after a training session. How long had this man been observing her?

Once she was wearing the boots, he cut her remaining arm ties, only to push her hands into the sleeves of the overall. He pulled it up to her shoulders, but left the zipper open. Then, he made her wear a pair of heavy leather gloves. Marlene felt the tight leather encase her, and despite the chilly air, she felt sweat build at her forehead.

Now, Erik produced a pair of black handcuffs and tied her wrists behind her back, followed by a second pair above her elbows. Though there was a chain between her elbow joints, Marlene had to arch back her shoulders, and she blushed as she had to thrust out her already ample boobs that now caught Erik`s attention.

»Like unwrapping a present!«, he breathed as he cut her shoulder straps. Then, he reached for her cleavage, tearing the silky babydoll in two and pulling the remnants from her, baring her breasts. Marlene tried to kick him, but he easily dodged her. Then, he raised his knife, looking at her with a coldness that made her shiver:

»That`s not the behaviour I expect from my future bride! You better learn quick!«

Stepping behind her, he held the blade to her throat, enjoying her writhing and anxious mewing. With his other hand, he reached for a small chain. It had clamps on both ends, and Marlene gasped as he placed these clamps on her exposed nipples. Then, he closed her zipper, not too gently squeezing her boobs into the overall.

Erik now fetched a plastic bucket and asked:

»Do you have to go before the trip starts? Sorry, it`s a bit – rustical, but-«

Vigorously, Marlene shook her head. She knew that sooner or later, if this ordeal wouldn`t end before, she would have to relieve herself in front of him, but she wanted to delay that terrible moment for as long as she could.

Erik shrugged and then buckled a broad belt around her waist, at least ten inches wide. Then, he removed her collar and fixed the chain to that belt, behind her back.

»Now, there will be a little inconvenience, but it will only be for a short time!«

In his hand, he held a small remote, and when he pressed a button, the chain was pulled up, lifting Marlene from the ground. She moaned and flailed her unbound legs as she was dangling some two feet above the ground, but Erik just seemed to ignore her as he went for a shelf and then stepped behind her. He grabbed her left leg and clamped her ankle under his armpit. Then, he said:

»I know you won`t like what I have to do next! But just relax, it`s for your own best!«

Marlene squirmed, mewed and tried to buck as he now slowly pulled down the zipper from above her butt, down between her legs and up to her waist, so there was a gap in her trousers` crotch, revealing her panties. Worse was to come, however.

»Mmhhmmm! Uuuhhmmm! Nnnggg! Hhrrrrmmm!«

Ignoring her frantic squirming and moaning, he pushed his hand between her legs, greasing her labia with something that felt like a balm. He used copious amounts of the ointment, and though he didn`t hurt her and not even seemed too eager to grope her, Marlene shivered from the humiliation of getting touched there by her abductor.

»Just some Vaseline – and believe me, you wouldn`t like the alternative!«

He walked out of her sight, and then, she saw him manoeuvre the bike closer to her, pushing the seat under her flailing legs. He placed the machine on its stand and then, he once again stepped behind her and grabbed her calves in a vice grip.

In one hand, he also held the remote, and as Marlene was slowly lowered downwards, she looked at the bike and petrified. The passenger seat looked – modified: a black dildo was protruding from it, and the way it glistered told her it had been greased with Vaseline, too.

»Hhrrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmm! Nnnnggg!«

Marlene doubled her efforts to break free, but her middle sank deeper onto the seat, and then, she felt the top of the dildo touch her. Erik moved her until it had found the slit he had cut into her panties, and then, he once again pressed the remote button. Marlene wailed and bucked, but the rubber shaft now entered her, and the combination of gravity and grease made her sink down, impaling herself. It didn`t hurt, but Marlene nevertheless felt humiliated as she finally rested on the seat, the dildo deep inside her.

Erik now strapped her feet to the footrests and then used black belts to tie her ankles and knees to the bike`s framework. Then, he used a padlock to fix her cuffed wrists to the frame of the small backrest. Marlene desperately tried to dismount, but found out she could only move her body up and down some inch or two.

»As promised, an entertaining trip!«, Erik grinned as he closed the zipper as much as the rubber intruder allowed. With tears in her eyes, Marlene stared at him, her chest heaving. Erik placed a kiss on her forehead. Then, he checked the knots of her gag before he placed a pair of black sunglasses on her nose. They were really black, almost blindfolding her.

»Just to keep some tension for you, Marlene! But I promise I will remove them once we have crossed the border!«

Now, a helmet was put over her head, carefully to not dislodge her gags. Marlene felt the chin strap force her to bite even harder on the panties filling her mouth, and then, after a few minutes of her sitting and finding out she wouldn`t go anywhere on her own accord, the belt around her waist was removed. The garage door opened, and then, Erik mounted the bike. As he started it, Marlene was pushed backwards, against the small backrest, and she felt the presence of the dildo even more. Reflexively, she felt for the frame and closed her gloved fingers around it.

Erik closed the garage door, then, he started the trip that would lead them to Venice and maybe far, far beyond.

***

The bus started at the Central Station, and Silvana and Mariko had gone there early to get a good place inside, for they would have to sleep on their seats during the night trip. Before they entered, Silvana took a selfie of them both and sent it to Marlene, asking her if she already regretted not being able to join her.

»This Marlene – do I know her from seeing? Is she a first term student, too?«, Mariko asked, and Silvana chuckled.

»Her first term was when you and me were just born – Marlene`s 37!«

Mariko was 19, just six months older than Silvana, and she wanted to know how it came the blonde had a close friend so much her senior. Silvana dodged the question more or less; the way she and Marlene had become friends includes several times either she, Marlene or the two of them had been naked, bound and gagged, and she didn`t want to think of that, let alone tell Mariko with some of the other passengers listening.

She managed to change the subject, and the trip began a few minutes later. Time passed quick with them talking to each other or the people around them, though none of them was someone they knew, and they had passed Regensburg when Silvana checked her cell phone.

»Nearly two hours, and Marlene still hasn`t read the message! Seems she`s quite occupied with her special someone!«

***

At half past 7 pm, Hilmar had become angry, for he had phoned Marlene a second time, and sent her two messages to tell him about her whereabouts. At 9, when she had still not called him back and not even read his messages, his anger had turned into worry.

He had called the emergency hotline, only to hear that there had been no major accidents, and no woman that fit the description of Marlene had been brought to one of Würzburg`s hospitals. Though this was a relief, there was still the question where Marlene was.

At 10 pm, still around her corridor, Hilmar decided that desperate situations acquired desperate measurements. He was an engineer with a diploma, but he also had some practical skills, and though he damaged his Payback card in the progress, he managed to open the door of her apartment. He sighed. Though he had been here before, it still was a betrayal of trust. He told himself that he was acting out of concern. Then, he entered.

The corridor looked as it should, and in the other rooms, there was also no Marlene lying in her blood. The only thing that looked a bit strange was her bedroom. Here, her dirty laundry had been piled on the floor, and on the bed, he could see a black cloak and a witch`s hat. Beside it was a pair of scissors. Hilmar frowned. Marlene was a bit messy, but this was a bit much.

»Perhaps, she wanted to get into her costume when something forced her to leave!«

That still didn`t explain why she hadn`t messaged him, and Hilmar looked around. Then, his eyes fell onto the clothes rack in the corridor. There, on a hook, Marlene`s handbag was dangling, a huge bag made of different patches of brown and beige leather. At their first date, he had joked that she could transport equipment for a week´s trip in it, and Marlene had replied that at least, she only owned two handbags – that one, and a small black one for visiting the theatre or the opera.

Said small bag hung beside its big sister, and Hilmar frowned. His ex would never have gone further than to the letterbox without her handbag. Of course, it was possible that Marlene had just recognized she was lacking milk and therefore had just picked her purse – but nobody needed four hours to get some milk.

»Okay, I am just doing this because I am concerned, and when she bursts in right now and scolds me for disrespecting her privacy, I will just be relieved she`s okay!«

He took the handbag and rummaged through it. He smiled when he found the brochure on which he had noted his number on their first date – then, his expression became more and more serious. There was her purse, her keys, and even her cell phone. He checked it, but it was locked, and when he had tried her and his birthday, he didn`t want to risk his last try on a random number. Just to be sure, he phoned her with his phone. The other cell phone vibrated, and the display showed an image of him, but this didn`t get him any closer to know where Marlene was.

He found a small notebook, and as he browsed through the pages, he saw it contained names and addresses of friends and family. Hilmar didn`t know much about Marlene`s family: she was an only child, her parents lived somewhere near Aschaffenburg (he found their number, but didn`t want to scare the old people by phoning them). There were some more names, obviously friends and colleagues. One of these names, he vaguely knew: Silvana Dellert.

Marlene had told him about a good, albeit much younger friend called Silvana who had been her former neighbour and with whom she still spent some time, including her Zumba training. Hilmar had to refuse joining her, but he had definitely enjoyed when she had showed him some of the moves when they had been alone.

Unfortunately, Silvana`s number wasn`t in the book, but her address, a student`s dormitory he knew from seeing. He cursed. Taking Marlene`s handbag with him, he left the apartment. He had no real idea what to ask Silvana, but since it was the only track he had, he would follow it.

***

The first few miles had been the worst, though things were far from being okay now. When the bike had accelerated, Marlene had been forced to lean backwards. On a usual bike trip, she would have her hands slung around the driver, but now, she had her arms cuffed behind her back and fixed to the framework. With the support of the small backseat, and with her legs tightly strapped to the bike, she couldn`t fall off, at least not as long Erik rode moderately, but still, whenever the bike grew faster, there was this moment of panic that she would fall when her upper body was pulled backwards by the laws of Physics.

Not that braking would have been much of a relief. Whenever the bike slowed down, or when they rode down a hill, Marlene was pushed harder against the dildo she was impaled on. It was soft enough that it didn`t hurt, not even if they did a steep curve, and it seemed that Erik was driving carefully. But it was there, on a place where it irritated and embarrassed her the most, and there, it would stay until Erik decided otherwise.

The damn thing seemed to be connected to the frame, as she could feel the vibrations of the machine through it.

»Almost like a vibrator!«, Marlene thought, and despite the warm leather clothes, she felt an icy shudder. Though after it had been used to tease her co-captive during the last time she had had to deal with criminals, she had thrown away her »Untiring Lover 69« and since then not bought a new vibrator, she knew quite well how they worked. This dildo didn`t vibrate very strong, and she couldn`t move around much either. In addition, she was scared, not aroused. But she also knew that time was working for the Rubber Impaler, whilst she was just growing weaker and weaker.

Marlene screamed into her gag, but the sounds of the bike made her cry inaudible even to her, and she felt even more helpless as the bike drove deeper into the night.

***

Hilmar`s streak of bad luck seemed to continue, for at the dormitory, he was told by a room neighbour that Silvana wasn`t there. The girl had no idea where she could be, and so, he wanted to leave, so he could call the hospitals once again. In the lobby, he almost ran into two students coming from a corridor: a girl in a tight Catwoman outfit, and a young man wearing a pirate`s outfit. Both seemed quite tipsy, and the boy saluted to Hilmar.

»Do you two know a Silvana Dellert?«

Catwoman just shrugged, but the buccaneer scratched his head with his plastic cutlass as some memory found its way through his drunkenness.

»The blonde with the big – sorry, are you her father?«

Hilmar had no idea how Silvana looked like, but he nodded, and the pirate said:

»If you haven`t come to rip off his head – her ex is still in the bar! You can`t miss him, he`s the only one dressed as Peter Pan!«

Hilmar thanked the two and went for the bar. Here, Peter Pan turned out to be Robin Hood, but he luckily found Marcus who was also a bit drunk, but followed him outside as he introduced himself as a friend of Marlene he seemed to know, too.

»Silvie? Well, I can`t tell for sure, but I guess right now, she`s approaching Munich!«

He then explained Hilmar that Silvana was on a bus trip to Venice.

»First, she has asked Marlene, but she called off, for she obviously met someone she prefers to spend time with!«

He looked at Hilmar who grinned grimly at these words.

»Well, she then would have asked me, but las week, we separated! On good terms!«

He poured down the bitter taste of his last words with some beer before he told Hilmar that now, Silvana was going with another friend, a girl named Mariko he had only seen once. Hilmar took a deep breath.

»Look, I know we don`t know each other, but do you have Silvana`s number for me?«

Something in his looks seemed to convince Marcus that the elder man wasn`t a freak, and so, he rummaged for his phone. Hilmar dialled the number, and after a few rings, he heard a female voice, sounding a bit concerned:

»Yes, please?«

Hilmar thanked all Gods that Silvana had responded to the unknown number, and he quickly introduced himself:

»My name is Hilmar Steiner, I am Marlene`s – partner. Do you happen to know where she could be, for she isn`t responding to my calls!«

There were a few moments of silence, and then, the girl answered:

»She also hasn`t read my message yet! I thought she was with you!«

Before Hilmar could say something, the line went dead. Maybe, the bus had entered a tunnel. Hilmar oppressed a curse, and as he looked at Marcus, he could see that the young man had sobered up considerably. With a concerned expression, he asked:

»Is something wrong with Marlene? Or with Silvie?«

Hilmar suddenly felt the urge to tell him the truth.

»I don`t know – but I have a bad feeling about Marlene!«

Marcus nodded, and then, he said:

»If you give me ten minutes to change into something more decent, I will help you, if you have use for me! After all, I also know Marlene!«

***

Hilmar`s call had concerned Silvana, and she had sent another message to Marlene once they had left the tunnel that had interrupted the call. Mariko had tried to calm her down:

»Maybe, she has just decided that he isn`t the right man for her, and she needs some time on her own before she tells him. Maybe, she has turned off her phone and is lying in a hot bath at a spa, sipping from her cocktail, right now!«

It didn`t fit Marlene, but it was a more or less plausible explanation, and right now, she couldn`t do much about it. Silvana thought of phoning Hilmar again, but instead, she sent him a message, telling him that she was on her way to Venice, but would be glad if he informed her if he had heard from Marlene; of course, she would also tell him if she was the first to get a sign of life.

The bus now stopped at a petrol station, and the driver told them it was the last stop on German ground, and they would stay for half an hour. Quickly, most of the passengers left the bus: not only did some want to smoke, but the bus also offered just one tiny toilet, and so, most passengers went to the public bathroom, including Silvana and Mariko.

»Reminder to myself: never drink green tea on a bus trip if you have to pay one Euro just for peeing!«, Mariko grumbled.

»At least, it is clean!«, Silvana laughed. Having relieved themselves, they decided to walk around a bit, having been sitting for hours now.

»Seems the whole of Würzburg is stopping here!«, Mariko said, pointing at the petrol station. On one of the petrol pumps, a bike was standing, and as she narrowed her eyes, she could also read the license plate.

»WÜ-ME-13!«

The driver of the bike had just finished refilling his tank and now went inside to pay. Silvana noticed that his companion had remained on her seat, though she seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, since she was slightly shaking around. She shrugged.

»If she`s sick, there are more than enough people to help! And if she`s willing to pay one Euro, she can even throw up into a clean toilet!«

She and Mariko turned their backs to the bike and instead decided to sit down on the swings of the nearby playground until the bus would start again.

***

Marlene was shivering, despite underneath her tight, thick leather overall, she was covered with sweat. She couldn`t see anything, except for some lights coming from the neon advertising of the petrol station, but she could hear the sounds of cars, and also the muffled voices of people around her. Potential rescuers.

However, as they had stopped, Erik had once again reminded her that he would need just one bullet for her, and he wouldn`t waste the other seven. So, she remained quiet, with rescuers so close, and, though unbeknownst to her, even her friend Silvana less than a hundred yards away, and waited for Erik to return.

She doubted that she would have come very far, even if she had tried to alert someone. Her gag was as firm as ever, and now, her mouth felt dry, as the panties had soaked all saliva from it. She had repeatedly swallowed, knowing her drool had been filtered by her own used underwear, but now, even this source of liquid had ceased.

She tested her mobility, trying to raise from her seat. With her lower legs strapped to the bike, and with her wrists cuffed to the seat, she could only raise her butt some two inches, and she groaned and reared up as she sank back, causing the dildo to thrust deeper inside her. She now had been impaled for hours, and the vibrations had to no small amount added to her discomfort and exhaustion. Not that she could be called aroused, but the continuous slight teasing had caused some irritating tingles down there, and Marlene knew that her panties were now not only moist from the lube.

She weakly groaned, and then, a hand touched her back. It was Erik, who had paid for the fuel and now placed a paper bag in his saddle bag.

»Good girl! You behaved well, and so, you will be granted a small favour!«

He opened her vizor, and Marlene blinked as he removed the blackened sunglasses from her eyes. She stared at him through the leg openings of her panties that now were soaked with sweat, and he playfully poked her nose.

»On the next stop, you may even leave your seat for a while!«, he announced before closing the vizor and mounting the bike. As he started, Marlene involuntarily grabbed the frame to not fall backwards, and they rode a curve to get to the access to the highway. To do so, they had to pass a bus, and Marlene`s eyes widened: there, just some 20 yards away, stood Silvana!

»Mmhhmm! Uuhmmmm!«

Noticing her becoming unruly, Erik accelerated, and Marlene didn`t dare to struggle much. Moaning helplessly, she watched as they passed Silvana who was talking to an Asian looking girl.

»Mmhrrrrmmmmm! Hhmmmmm! Mph!«

She distorted her head, and for a moment, she had a feeling that Silvana had looked up, but then, she grew smaller and smaller and disappeared from view as the bike entered the highway again. Erik shortly patted her knee, as if he wanted to say:

»Nice try, Marlene, but you are mine!«

***

»So, there is no sign whatsoever where she has gone?«

They were back at Marlene`s apartment. Marcus, now dressed in ordinary clothes, had accompanied him. He had once been here, when he and Silvana had helped Marlene to move here, but he could also not find any hint of where she had gone.

»I mean, she`s a primary school teacher!«, Hilmar scoffed. »Her worst enemies are helicopter parents and stupid innovations in the curriculum!«

Then, he noticed the look in Marcus` face, and he grabbed his arm.

»What?«

»Well, I know of one enemy she has, though I thought that this was all over! However, this enemy is also after Silvie!«

Hilmar stared at him, and then, he made a decision. His ex-wife would call him as irresponsible as ever, and his daughter would be more than slightly disappointed if he cancelled their meeting tomorrow, but this was an emergency.

»Let`s get to the car, we`ve got a bus to catch!«

***