Venetian Carnival 3

Not very long after crossing the border to Austria, Erik left the highway and chose for another pass road over the Alps. This road was curvy, but he didn`t mind driving slower, and he had decided to take that way for now, in the midst of the night, he could just drive aside and stop to have a rest without anyone having a closer look at his passenger.

He stretched his limbs and followed nature before he turned to Marlene who was sitting bent forward, obviously completely exhausted from the ride. He removed the padlock tying her wrists to her seat and then turned his attention to her legs, loosening the straps. Marlene`s legs weakly dangled down, and Erik also removed the helmet from her head. She blinked at him, and he bent over her and gently kissed her forehead.

»Time for a little break, Marlene!«

He grabbed her at her waist and lifted her up. Marlene let out a faint sigh when the dildo slid out of her with a smacking sound. He sniffed, and he guessed that though the girl hadn`t given in to the intruder yet, she definitely had been irritated by it.

He cradled her in his arms and carried her over to a place nearby where he had draped a blanket onto the ground. Gently, he placed her on it and allowed her to lie down. Then, he untied the headscarf and the two cloths tied over her mouth and nose and also pulled the sweaty panties from her head. Marlene greedily sucked in fresh air and then longingly waited for him to free her from the rest of her gag, too.

»I am sorry, but I don`t want to risk that you yell and attract the attention of whoever might come around! But I can give you some refreshment!«

He produced a water bottle with a nozzle, meant for drinking whilst driving without spilling anything. Erik carefully inserted the nozzle into her gagged mouth and then squeezed the bottle. It was a humiliating task to suck her drink through her panties, and it tasted vile, but Marlene was mad with thirst, and so, once she sensed the water, she sucked and swallowed until the bottle was empty. Then, she didn`t resist as Erik made her lean against his chest and massaged her shoulders that were aching from her elbow tie.

»You know, back then, I asked you if you had ever been to Venice. You told me that you would have loved to go there on your honeymoon, but that your husband – now ex-husband – preferred going to Burgundy.«

Marlene stiffened. She could remember that conversation, too. It had been shortly before Erik had dropped his mask and tried to seduce her. Back then, it had ended with her almost spilling her drink at his face, but now, she was more limited in her defiance.

»Have you been there since then?«

Weakly, Marlene shook her head. There was no point in lying, and she just hoped that he would leave her alone until they were there. His luck had to run out, and if he kept her where myriads of other people were, someone would notice her predicament and this horror trip would finally come to an end.

»Well, it`s rather crowded, but in the evening, when the daily tourists have left, you get an impression of it`s former beauty! Imagine a gondola trip at the canals – I promise not to sing!«

He laughed as if this was a real holiday – or honeymoon! – trip, and Marlene cringed. She looked around, only able to spot the bike in the light of the half-moon. There were trees and bushes around them, and if it had been daylight, she would have tried to run, though her arms were tied and she still was gagged. However, now, she would just stagger, and then, Erik would get her and punish her. The dull pain of her nipple clamps reminded her that Erik`s gentleness was just a role he was playing, something he could switch on and off, just as he pleased.

He checked his phone and said:

»It`s still some 200 miles to Venice! Once we are at my rooms there, you may relax, but we better go now, or we will be stuck in the rush hour!«

He grabbed her arm, not bothering to pick the blanket. Then, instead of leading her towards the bike, he made a few steps away from it. Then, he completely opened the zipper between her legs and made her squat. Marlene shook her head and moaned, but he just waited, and after a while, he could hear a faint splashing, accompanied by an oppressed sigh of relief.

»Good girl!«, he said in a way that made her cheeks burn. He then led Marlene back to the bike and she accepted him pull the panties over her head again, followed by the cloth over her mouth and the second over her mouth and nose. He also reapplied the headscarf. Then, he slapped his forehead.

»Oh dear! I forgot the Vaseline!«

It sounded as if he was really feeling sorry, but it reminded Marlene of what he needed it for, and she bucked and tried to get her arm free. She mewed and squirmed and even kicked Erik`s shin, though he didn`t feel very much through the leather of his overall. With an angry grunt, Erik forced her to her knees and whilst holding her down with one hand, his other painfully grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

»We can do this the hard way, too! Just keep in mind, it will hurt you more than it will hurt me! Much, much more!«

»Mmhrrrmm!«

Marlene tried to rise, but his grip was vice. Erik had perhaps not spent a single day with ordinary work, but he obviously went to his fitness room regularly. However, what frightened her even more was the expression on his face. This man was used to get what he wanted – and he didn`t care in the slightest if others disagreed. For her, at least now, it was either surrender or suffering – until she surrendered then.

She shivered, but as he made her get up, she offered no resistance. Aided by him, she mounted the bike, balancing on the footrests as she stood over her seat. As if he was incapable of violence, Erik took her hips and gently lowered her down, until she could feel the touch of the dildo`s head between her legs.

»Now, just relax, and it won`t hurt!«

He gently pushed her down a bit, then let her go, only to repeat the game. Marlene mewed and stiffened, but she knew there was no escape. If she continued her resistance, he would lose his temper and force her down. So, she reluctantly rocked her hips and allowed the rubber tip to massage her sensitive spots.

»Oouuhmmmm!«

Finally, she sank down on the seat, once again impaled, humiliated, but at least free of pain. Erik strapped her ankles and knees to the bike, but instead of fixing her wrists, he now produced a wrench and did something under her seat. With an alarmed mew, Marlene realized he had loosened the dildo a little bit. Then, to her surprise, he removed her elbow ties. Marlene sighed as she could relax her strained shoulders.

He then put the helmet over her head again and fastened the chin strap before putting on his own helmet. Erik than said:

»The road will be quite steep and curvy! I don`t wanna risk you fall off!«

He loosened her wrist cuffs, and mounted the bike, forcing her to sling her arms around him before he cuffed them together in front of his belly. Marlene cringed as she had to feel him even closer, but as the bike started, she noticed that she had indeed a more comfortable position now. At least until they had reached the pass road.

Erik was a good driver, and he didn`t take any risks, so, under normal circumstances, Marlene would have felt save. However, these weren`t normal circumstances. Every 30 seconds, there was another steep turn, and of course, they had to lean into the curve, forcing Marlene to do so, too. So, following gravity, she moved up and down on her seat, just a little, but it made the dildo go back and forth. In addition, she now realized the perfidy of him loosening the screw a bit: now, the intruder vibrated even more, and the fact that Erik had changed for a low gear made this even worse. Soon, she felt a warm tingle in her loins, and she bit down hard on her gag to oppress her growing arousal.

»No! I won`t give in, you bastard!«

The road had reached its peak, and for a short distance, it became even. However, then, the descent began, making things even worse for Marlene. Now, there were not only the curves forcing her to shift on her seat, accompanied by the constant vibrations of the dildo. Now, gravity pressed her forward, so her clit was rubbing against the buzzing shaft, and she moaned as her breasts were pressed against Erik`s back, intensifying the bite of the nipple clamps from a dull pain to hot, yet strangely blissful sparks radiating through her breasts.

»Uuuhmmm! Mmhhmm! Mph!«

Marlene still was trying to fight it, but it was far from being a fair battle. She now was wet, and moisture made her bob up and down about an inch more, meaning that each time she sank back on her seat, the dildo thrust into her, and all the time, her clit grinded against the buzzing intruder. Marlene was exhausted, and the tingling in her loins grew into a fire, a fire only to be quenched if she gave up her feeble resistance, only kept up by her weakened sense of modesty and defiance.

»I won`t give in, I won`t give in, I woooohh! Oh no! Oh my God! Ooohh!«

A shiver shot through her, and this time, the wave was too strong for her to stand it. Marlene groaned, her movements accelerated, and she almost angrily forced her weakened, exhausted body over the brink.

Erik grinned as he sensed her rocking and squirming, saw her hands open and close and her arms around him grab him stronger until, after some spasming, the girl behind him relaxed, accompanied by a groan he could even hear through her gag and above the sound of the engine.

»Maybe, I should change plans and ride to Naples like that instead!«

***

»He must be here somewhere!«

The man shouted, directing his two guards through the rooms of the palazzo. Shannon smiled.

»If he`s looking for a ›He‹, he will look until hell freezes!«

The second alarm system had been a surprise, she had to admit, but now, the little golden statuette was in her right hand, and the men searching for her were close, but didn`t seem to be imaginative. They though they had cornered her in the old living room, but so far, none of them had had the idea of looking at the chimney.

The room had a huge open chimney, but even now, in February, the owner of the house relied rather on modern heaters and so, it was cold and unused for decades. Shannon had slipped inside, pushed herself up and now, she was standing on two protruding stones, tensing her leg muscles to remain standing inside the narrow chimney. She breathed carefully and didn`t move to not whirl any dust, let alone give away her hideout because she had to sneeze.

The steps on the marble floor grew faint, and Shannon thought what to do next. She looked up, and she could see the dark grey piece of sky, indicating that she could perhaps climb up and leave via the roof. It would be a possible escape, but despite the house owner now searching for her, she wanted to complete the game.

In the dark, she couldn`t see the statuette, but she knew it was a copy of the famous Venus of Milo; not very imaginative but made of solid gold. She felt for the thing in her other hand, and she knew that she would feel as if she had failed if she would leave now, even if she had the statuette, if she didn`t finish the game.

Shannon lowered herself down and stepped into the room. She couldn`t hover, and so, she left a few footprints as she left the chimney, but she made no sound as she rushed for the door, listening for the guards. One of them was in the adjacent room, where he was looking under the tables with his flashlight.

»Amateur!«, Shannon thought. If she had wanted, she could have knocked him out before he even would have noticed he was not alone. However, she instead used a row of columns on the other side to pass through the room, getting ahead of the man who now sneezed from some of the dust under one of the tables.

Unseen, Shannon managed to get back to the room where she had broken the showcase. Here, she could see the house owner in his bathrobe, leaning over the broken showcase as if he could get his precious statuette by sheer willpower.

He had turned his back towards her, and so, he didn`t notice the woman in the black tight spandex suit that approached soundlessly from behind. Her hand hit his neck, and with an ache, he sank down to the floor.

Shannon took the clay copy of the statuette. It was part of the game that she didn`t just rob someone, but always left a replacement. She wanted to place the figure inside the broken showcase, but then decided against it. She instead turned the unconscious man onto his back and opened the belt of his bathrobe. He was wearing silk pyjama pants, and she placed the statuette inside them, so it looked as if he had a giant stiffy – maybe the first within years.

»The poor guards shall have a laugh, too!«, she thought and though she had once again dodged the guard, she reached the chimney unseen, and two minutes later, she was on the palazzo`s roof, allowing herself some rest.

She looked at the statuette that glistered in the light of the moon above her. She had been successful, and her handler would give her at least a hundred Grand, but she felt as if she had to oppress a yawn. Cat burglary had been entertaining, and Shannon still was one of the best, but it became more and more boring.

»A kingdom for a real new challenge!«, she thought before she placed the statuette in her bag and looked for a way to climb down the roof before the Police would arrive.

***

Since Hilmar had insisted that they should lose no time, they had started immediately. Marcus had his credit card with him, and if everything went right, they would just pick up Silvana, spend the night in some hotel and then find out where Marlene was.

Hilmar drove fast, and it was now deep in the night, and so, they had passed the border to Austria some hour after Erik and Marlene, though they were using the highway and would therefore not meet them.

Marcus had told Hilmar about what had happened at the Residenz, leaving out some of the details, though. It was clear that he had no further interest in Marlene, and Hilmar didn`t seem to be the proverbial Othello, but there was no need to tell him that during the whole affair, he had seen Marlene stark naked. So, he had only told him about them being able to find some diamonds and to get rid of two female criminals – who were still free, and maybe out for revenge.

»But I don`t get one point«, Hilmar insisted, »You told me that this Maya felt betrayed by her accomplice and left her behind, in a position that could also have led to her death. So, why should these two team up again, just to enact some crazy revenge plan?«

»I don`t know! I am not even sure if these two are the ones we have to deal with, but they are the only ones I know who could hold a grudge against Marlene, and who are capable of a crime!«

Hilmar scoffed.

»So, we are maybe driving to Venice in vain? You should have told me earlier!«

He wasn`t really angry, for he could understand Marcus` concern for Silvana, and it was indeed the only possible track they had. Of course, there was also Marlene`s ex, but he only knew that she was divorced, had no children and didn`t miss her ex-husband. However, it hadn`t sounded as if he was an obsessed lunatic or had some criminal energy.

Marcus looked at the navigation system.

»324 kilometres to go! With a little bit of luck, we will know more in a few hours, when we can tlk to Silvie in person!«

***

 Not knowing about either Marlene`s predicament or the worries of her ex, Silvana was sleeping soundly, though her seat in the bus was not very comfortable. Beside her, Mariko also slept, and they had draped a blanket over their bodies.

Silvana now woke up, wondering why someone was pressing her head against the table. It took her a few moments to realize that in fact she was leaning against the window with her forehead. She sat up, and Mariko, who had cuddled against her, drowsily protested.

»Are we there already?«

Silvana looked out of the window, blinking at the sunset. She could read a road sign, saying »Bassano di Grappa«. From her travel guide, she knew that this little town was some 20 kilometres away from Venice.

»Almost!«, she yawned and stretched her arms. Around them, other passengers came to life, too, and the us driver now told them they were indeed approaching the bridge connecting Venice and the mainland.

At the parking lot, the bus driver reminded them that they would leave the next day at 10 pm, and he handed them their hotel vouchers. After they had received their luggage, they were left to themselves, and the passengers went to the Vaporetto station, looked for a café or lined up in front of the public bathroom.

»Now, how about checking in, having a shower and then, we will see if we find some decent masks?«, Mariko asked. Silvana nodded absent-mindedly, checking her phone. Marlene`s boyfriend hadn`t phoned her again, but there was a message from Marcus, asking her at which hotel they were staying in Venice.

»Does he want to send me a card, instead of vice versa? That`s strange!«

Nevertheless, she sent him the name of the hotel, then, she noticed that Marlene still hadn`t read her message. Again, she had the slight feeling that something wasn`t as it should be.

She thought of phoning Marcus, but it was just 8 am, and she knew that he had intended to go to the Carnival party at their dorm. So, he would hardly be awake already.

»Okay, let`s go!«, she said towards Mariko and they left for their hotel.

***

At about the same time, Erik had reached his property in the outskirts of Mestre, the mainland part of Venice. Unlike the famous city, it was dominated by modern buildings, but Erik didn`t have a house or apartment there. He approached a combination of a garage and a boat shed, where his small open boat was waiting for him.

To get from the bike, he had to loosen Marlene`s handcuffs. Her arms dangled downwards, and as he carefully dismounted, she sank forward onto the seat. He had no idea if she was sleeping, had fainted or was just totally exhausted, but he quickly retied her wrists behind her back before he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

As he returned to the bike, Marlene was moving slightly. She had not fainted, but she was completely exhausted. The ride down the mountains had forced a second orgasm out of her, and then, as they had reached lower areas and more steady roads, the now slighter vibrations had caused her to doze off. Marlene felt sore and worn out, and she was sure that she would never be able to dismount the bike on her own accord, let alone walking again.

Erik freed her legs, and she just shivered as he lifted her from the bike and the dildo slid out of her. He carried her to an old couch and draped her there. Then, he took off her helmet and removed the outer layers of her gag. He even opened the zipper of her overall, freed her now completely sweaty boobs and removed the nipple clamps. Marlene`s chest heaved, but though she could now breathe more freely, she still felt too groggy to even sit up, let alone running for the door.

»Believe me, I am tired, too! Now, it`s just a little boat trip to my palazzo, if I may call it one, and then, you may take a shower and also sleep!«

Marlene blinked, still unable to show more of a reaction. Erik sat beside her and brushed through her dishevelled hair.

»To be honest, you could need the shower right now, but it will have to wait a bit!«

Marlene knew he was referring to the scent of sweat and female arousal, but she was feeling too exhausted to even blush. She watched Erik undo his overall and put on slacks and a light jacket instead. Then, he produced a bag.

»I also brought some clothes for you, of course. That is, if you will be a good girl and are allowed to sit in the boat. If you decide to be difficult, you go into the load!«

Marlene just weakly shook her head, which Erik obviously took as an agreement, for he opened her wrist cuffs. Then, he removed the gloves and peeled her arms from the tight overall before cuffing her hands again. She moaned as he then took off her boots and pulled the overall down her legs. She shivered, for though it was a mild day, it was just February, and her entire body was covered with beads of sweat.

As he then grabbed her ankle and tickled her sole, she squirmed and moaned with protest, trying to shake his hand off.

»Ah, still some life within you!«, he chuckled and let her go, but only to reach for the waistband of her knickers. He slowly peeled them down her legs, inhaling ostentatiously as his face was close to her pubic mound. Then, he held them up. The red silk was so sodden that a drop landed on the floor. Marlene saw it as a part of her defeat and blushed all over.

He then removed her garter belt and stockings, and carefully collected her soiled garments, including the panties and those that had covered her head, in a plastic bag. Then, he put a pair of beige sandals to her feet before he once again loosened her handcuffs.

He made her slip into a white sleeveless blouse he then slowly buttoned close as he had tied her hands again. Before he covered her breasts, he kissed each of her nipples. Marlene mewed. Though she now was covered a bit, the blouse clung uncomfortably to her sweaty body, and in addition, she now felt even more naked from the waist down.

This changed, as Erik now produced a coloured silk skirt with a floral pattern. It reached to her knees, and though he obviously didn`t intend to give her a fresh pair of panties, she felt a little better, now that her essentials were covered.

He now even removed the nylon stocking tied between her lips, and he gently brushed over the red marks the tight cleave had left. However, as she tried to work the sodden panties from her mouth, he instead stuffed them even deeper into her throat, forcing the chortling and retching girl to close her lips over the gag. Only then did he seal her mouth with some transparent, but strong tape. Then, he shook out the headscarf she had been wearing and once again produced the blackened sunglasses.

»It makes it easier to behave if you don`t know if someone`s around!«

He placed the sunglasses on her nose and then tied the headscarf in place, again pulling it tight under her chin before tying it off.

Marlene moaned and weakly flailed her legs as he now cradled her in his arms, carried her down the steps and stepped onto his boat. It had a bench shaped like a »U«, and he sat her down, so she would face him if he sat in the stern and steered the boat.

Her handcuff`s chain was fixed to an eyelet, and he used two beige straps to leash her ankles to two others. The position was quite convenient but would nevertheless prevent her from too much movement.

Trying to see something around the blindfolding sunglasses, Marlene sat in the swaying boat as Erik packed a few things. Then, she felt him enter the boat, and a few moments later, they started.

A new law banned private boats with fuel-driven engines from the smaller canals, and so, his boat had an electric engine and wasn`t very fast. But though he was also tired, Erik wasn`t in a hurry, and the trip would last just half an hour.

Since the boat was quiet and Erik didn`t talk, Marlene could hear the sound of the waves, from seagulls flying above, and of other boats. She thought of trying to scream, but the feeling of disorientation had a somehow dissuasive effect. She shivered, for there was a cold breeze, and she could feel how it billowed her skirt.

»He can now look right inside me!«, she thought, blushing, though Erik had seen even more of her. And if nothing happened, he would get much, much more of her, whether she wanted or not.

***

Their hotel was close to the Canal Grande, though in a little side road. Silvana guessed that from their window, they would either see a brick wall or a muddy sewer, but it was for just one night, and a better hotel would have cost at least twice as much.

They had entered a Vaporetto, one of the boats that worked as busses in Venice. Though she still was wondering what was with Marlene and why Marcus had texted her, she was also enchanted by the morbid charm of the slightly rotten, yet beautiful palazzi along the Canal Grande, and she and Mariko were taking lots of photos.

»Marlene?«

A small boat had passed them, only to disappear in a side canal. The woman sitting on the front bench had indeed shown a resemblance to Marlene, though she had been wearing a headscarf and sunglasses. Silvana shook her head.

»OMG, I am seeing ghosts in bright daylight!«

The boat had disappeared, but she had, just by accident, taken a picture of it. Now, she enlarged it and looked at the woman. Her nose could indeed be that of Marlene, but her lips looked a bit too uptight for her friend. She noticed the sleeveless blouse, a bit too light for February, even in Italy, and she could also see that the woman was wearing no bra.

»According to her boobs, it could really be Marlene!«, she thought, chuckling on the fact she had noticed such a thing. Then, her jaw dropped.

The woman was wearing a necklace, and on it was a gem that looked a bit like an amulet. It was made of silver and formed like a flower, the petals being pieces of turquoise.

Silvana remembered that she had once mockingly asked Marlene if these amulets were mandatory for primary school teachers, for those from her own time as a schoolgirl had worn similar ones. Marlene had laughed and promised her to buy her a nice amulet for her exam.

She further enlarged the picture that now became blurred, but she could now see another detail: one of the petals wasn`t turquoise, but green. Marlene had told her she had once lost one of them, and since it had been during a trip to Ireland, she had replaced it by a piece of Jade, to remind her of the green island.

»If that`s a coincidence, it`s a really odd one!«

She twitched as Mariko poked her side.

»We have to get off the boat!«

Feeling still a bit confused, she followed her friend when suddenly, her phone vibrated. She looked at the display, telling her it was Marcus.

»He, what`s-«

»Silvie, thanks to God! Where are you right now?«, he cut her sentence.

»V-Venice«, Silvana answered, feeling even more confused by the concern in his voice.

»I know, but where exactly?«

Silvana looked around, noticing the entrance of a small, not too invitingly looking hotel. Mariko had opened the door to the lobby and was waiting for her.

»Right in front of my hotel. Hotel Dandolo, as I already texted you! Look, if you-«

Again, he cut her sentence:

»Okay, stay where you are! We are at the parking garage, and we should be with you in some 15 minutes!«

He hung up before she could ask what this was all about, and who the ominous »we« he was referring to was.

»Come on, Silvie, we are one shower away from adventure!«, Mariko said.

»Adventure!«, Silvana repeated in a toneless voice and more staggered then walked into the hotel`s lobby.

***

Her Venetian apartment was small and located in a side canal, but Shannon did not intend to grow old in this city. Maybe, another location would offer her the thrill she was looking for in her burglaries and that she was finding ever so rarely.

At least, the apartment had a balcony, though it was just big enough for a chair and a table the size of a tray. She was sipping from her Espresso and looking down on the slightly brackish water of the canal. Then, she noticed the boat approaching.

She had changed from her spandex suit to T-Shirt and shorts hours ago, and so, she didn`t stir and just looked down on the small vessel for it was currently the only boat she could see. As it seemed, it stopped at the small landing pier of a house nearby.

Shannon got up and hid behind the curtain. The house was one of the slightly better ones, one that could almost be called a small palazzo. And if it was inhabited, it did perhaps offer something that was worth looking after. She smiled. Breaking into an empty house would have been below her dignity, but now, it could be at least a nice finger exercise.

The man, a tall blonde with an athletic appearance, looked over his shoulder as he had stopped the boat and moored it. The woman sitting on the bench shifted her position in a strange way, and now, Shannon noticed two details: she had her hands behind her back in a strange way that didn`t look comfortable – and when a gust of wind billowed her skirt, it left only two options:

»Either she`s got a fetish for furry panties – or she`s going commando!«

Her interest grew as she witnessed the man fumble around at the woman`s ankles and then behind her back. As he then grabbed her arm and escorted her onto the pier, she seemed to stagger, and Shannon could see that her wrists were still behind her back.

The man pulled her towards the door and once it was open, he more pushed than led her inside. After a few seconds, he returned alone and collected two bags from the boat. Then, the door fell shut again and Shannon pondered:

»Somehow, it looks as if the woman didn`t come with him completely on her free will! Really, what has this area come to? Burglars, abductors-«

She followed her thought: in a less literal sense, one could say that the man had stolen that woman; so, he was a partner in crime, so to say.

»Maybe, another thief could be the worthy opponent I am longing for! And in addition, his – asset could be funnier to rob than all these jewels and golden objects!«

***