Venetian Carnival 4

At their hotel, Mariko and Silvana had checked in, but not yet put their baggage to their room, as Silvana was waiting for Marcus, and Mariko wanted to know what this was all about.

»I hope this won’t end up with me being the fifth wheel on the cart!«, Mariko pouted, knowing that Marcus was Silvana’s ex. The thought was alarming and intriguing at the same time: on the one hand, they had separated because they both hadn’t felt they were made for each other, but on the other hand, it was quite flattering that he followed her to Venice.

As on keyword, Marcus now entered the lobby, followed by another, elder man. He quickly hugged Silvana and then said Hello to Mariko, before he introduced his companion as Hilmar Steiner.

»I am Marlene’s partner – but maybe, we should go to somewhere where we can talk!«

The girls’ room was an obvious solution, though it turned out to be little more than a French bed, a little cupboard and an even smaller desk with a chair. Hilmar and Marcus seemed to hum and haw a bit, and so, Silvana said:

»Whatever it is, Mariko may hear it, too!«

So, the two gave a short summary of what they had found, or rather not found at Marlene’s apartment, plus the fact that she hadn’t answered to any of Hilmar’s messages.

»Nor to any of mine«, Silvana added, feeling as if a cold fist had grabbed her stomach. Hilmar took a cell phone from his jacket.

»I mean, she couldn’t answer because she left her phone in her room, but it is blocked – and the code is neither her nor my birthday!«

Hilmar seemed a bit uneasy with the fact he had tried to spy on Marlene’s phone, but Silvana just said:

»Try 1708!«

Frowning, Hilmar did so, and indeed, the phone unlocked. The girl smiled:

»The date of her divorce!«

However, they could now only see that Marlene hadn’t been at her phone since Thursday afternoon. There were no secret phone calls or threatening messages giving them a clue of her whereabouts. Silvana looked at Marcus:

»So, you fear that Maya and Benita, or at least one of them is back! That’s why you are here!«

Marcus nodded. Silvana felt not only concern for Marlene, but also a wave of affection for Marcus who had travelled to another country the moment he had thought she was in danger.

»Who are Maya and Benita?«, Mariko asked, and Silvana noticed that her friend was rather intrigued than fearful. Hilmar, who already knew that some of the details of this story were a bit raunchy, said towards Marcus:

»Let’s see if we can get a room at this hotel, if we have to spend the night here, too!«

The two men left, and Silvana started to tell her story.

***

Marlene stared at the ceiling of her room. It showed a fresco, a bit withered, but nevertheless impressive. The room also looked nice. So nice she could almost forget it was her prison.

Once he had brought her inside, Erik had tied a silver collar around her neck, securing it with a small padlock. Attached to it was a thin chain he had wound around his hand two times.

»This collar is usually used for dangerous dogs. They are illegal now, but I got one. Let me show you how it works!«

He carefully pulled on the chain, and Marlene suddenly felt that the collar had spikes on the inside, spikes that now were trying to erect and pierce her skin. Once she mewed, Erik left the chain loose, but kept the end in his hand.

»I will now let you refresh yourself. You will be alone and free, except for the chain. So, if you behave, you will be able to refresh, but if not-«

He rattled with the chain, and Marlene gulped. Then, she forced herself to hold still as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She looked at the door, considering to raise her knee to hit his balls and then to run for the exit. However, she just didn’t dare.

»A shower alone sounds good! Maybe, he will become less alert if I pretend to do what he wishes – as long as his wishes are tolerable!«

Of course, getting stripped by her kidnapper did stretch the meaning of »tolerable«, but on the other hand, he had seen her naked already.

Erik parted the now open blouse and looked admiringly at her ample breasts, but didn’t touch them as he now pulled the sleeveless garment down her arms. He then stepped behind her, opened the zipper of her skirt and let it drop down to her ankles before he opened her handcuffs and then stepped in front of her.

»Please, take off your sandals. You may then ungag yourself!«

Marlene blushed, as to take off her shoes, she had to put her nude body on quite a display, but she obeyed. Then, she peeled the tape from her lips and plucked on the dense sodden mass of cloth in her mouth. Greedily, she panted as she finally got the panties from her mouth where they had been since her abduction some 16 hours before.

Erik stretched out his hand, and she gave him the sodden garment. Still holding the leash, he went for a desk and placed them there. Suddenly, he chuckled.

»What a coincidence!«

Marlene looked and could see he had draped the emerald panties beside the white pair he had hooded her with, and the red ones she had been wearing during the bike trip. Now, they built a strange parody of the Italian flag.

He led her to the bathroom, and Marlene realized that she was not closer to escaping than before. The room had a curtain instead of a door, allowing Erik to stay outside whilst still controlling her, for the chain had a length of some five yards. The room was high, and the skylights were way out of reach. Marlene could have screamed, but she knew that her first yell would soon have been stifled by a sharp pull on her choking collar.

So, she looked around. The bathroom was luxurious, but old-fashioned. Marlene saw no shower, but a large bathtub. So, she sat inside and let the water run over her. It felt indeed refreshing, and she definitely enjoyed to soap and wash her middle, trying to rub off the memory of how she had been impaled on the dildo – and how she finally had reacted to it.

None of the towels was big enough to sling it around her body, and so, she left the bathroom naked as Erik called for her. He smiled, let his eyes wander over her and then led her to what he explained would be her bedroom.

»Of course, only until we know each other better!«

In the bedroom, he tied her in a way that would allow her to sleep. He tied a leather band over her mouth, to which a leather ball the size of an apple was sewn. Marlene had to take the ball into her mouth, and Erik buckled the straps at her nape, securing them with another padlock. The collar remained around her neck, but he removed the leash. Instead, he used the eyelet to fix a pair of handcuffs to the collar. Bringing these to the back of her neck, he then tied her wrists, so she had to lie with her arms folded and her hands behind her back. The position wasn’t too inconvenient, but Marlene now had no chance of hiding her boobs.

To the four bedposts, four silk scarves were tied. These were now used to tie her elbows to the upper bedposts, whilst her ankles were fixed to the lower ones. The scarves were long enough to allow some movement, but Marlene found that she could not close her legs.

»Sleep well!«, Erik said and kissed her forehead, »If there is something, I am in the adjacent room!«

He left, but his last sentence was an unspoken threat that he would hear it if she tried to free herself, or caused too much noise. So, Marlene didn’t scream into her gag or pull on her bonds.

After just a few minutes, her exhaustion took its toll, and Marlene was sleeping soundly.

***

Hilmar had and to notice that during Carnival, the city was quite overbooked, and so, he had had to pay a little fortune for a double room in a hotel that looked as if its best days had been long gone. At least, that was his impression after looking at the website, for they were still at the lobby of the girls’ hotel.

»Now, they should have finished talking«, he decided, and he and Marcus went back upstairs, where Silvana let them in. She seemed to be a bit concerned about something, and Mariko poked her side.

»Come on, you must tell them!«

Silvana looked at the now interested faces, and she took a deep breath.

»I – I have seen a woman that looked like Marlene!«

She then told the story about the woman she had seen on the boat, and she let the men look at the photo. Hilmar enlarged it and then, he cursed:

»That’s her, no doubt! It could be a coincidence that this woman looks like her, but the amulet looks quite unique!«

Marcus also was sure this was Marlene, but the first thing he had recognized where her boobs, and he didn’t want to say that loud. Now, they heard a rustling, and Mariko draped a folding map over the bed.

»Here! I marked the spot where Silvie saw the boat, and the side canal it disappeared into. Looks like she’s somewhere inside that circle!«

She had marked a circle that contained a dissuasively great amounts of small alleys and canals on several small islands, connected by bridges.

»Like the proverbial needle in the hay heap!«, Hilmar grunted. They nevertheless decided to start their search. Each took a photo of the map, and they exchanged numbers, so Silvana could send the picture of the boat to everyone.

»All right, I think we build two teams and try our best! In two hours, we meet here!«, Mariko decided, pointing at a small piazza. The plan sounded reasonable, and since they would do nothing but trying to see whether the boat was moored somewhere, they kept the old teams, so to say.

»What will we do if we really find her?«, Silvana asked as they had separated from the men. Mariko’s eyes sparkled, and she slammed her fist into her palm.

»Well, we will show these bastards the way of the fist, of course!«

***

Shannon had observed the little pier with her strong binoculars. She had noticed a spy cam over the door, and she was sure that the door was alarm protected, too. Most likely, it was just the ordinary equipment.

Nevertheless, someone could have seen her if she went there in broad daylight, and so, she did a little walk, to the so-called land-side of the house. This was in a small road or broad alley, and to Shannon`s delight, the adjacent house was a souvenir shop run by an elderly man.

Her Italian was fluent, but she had a noticeable accent, and in addition, she didn’t look very Italian. So, she would have to play another role. She quickly checked her shorts that were revealing enough, and she placed a knot in her T-Shirt, so her belly button was visible, too. Putting on a baseball cap and her sunglasses completed the image of the American tourist.

She entered the shop and allowed the man to admire her forms whilst she asked him questions about this and that before finally buying a plastic gondola. In these ten minutes, she had not only checked the door that led upstairs, but the man, both glad to stare at her boobs and to tell her about the hardships of life, had also mentioned that he had to run his shop alone, since his wife had decided to visit their grandchildren exactly on Carnival weekend.

So, all she had to do was to wait until other customers occupied the man’s attention. Shannon hid behind a stander with postcards and, whilst the shop owner explained a German that he did sell postcards, but no stamps, she tested the door and, when she found it open, she sneaked into the staircase.

»If he has noticed me, I will play all innocent and pretend I have to pee!«

As she had thought, the stairs led to the private rooms of the shop owner. The door was no match for her, and so, she was standing inside the slightly messy apartment of an elderly couple. A cat stretched her back and slalomed around her ankles, demanding to be caressed. Shannon petted her, and then went for the small balcony, looking over to the house of her target.

At that moment, the door was opened, leaving Shannon with only few options. The door opened to the living room, so, the shop owner would see her on the balcony once he stepped in. Of course, she could have knocked him out before he could even ask who she was, but then, she either would have to kill him, or he would call the Police once he had recovered.

She jumped onto the railing and then, leaning against the wall, she balanced on a protruding stone. Inside, she could hear the old man talk to his cat and obviously give her some food. Shannon looked down onto the canal where a boat was just sailing along; if one of the passengers would look up, she would be busted.

The shop owner seemed to have all time in the world, and suddenly, Shannon heard a rustle from slightly above. A pigeon sat there, staring angrily at her. Maybe, the bird’s nest was close, and if it started to coo, the man would perhaps have a look. However, she could not shoo it away without risking to either fall or make noise.

To look the tourist part, Shannon had also put a chewing gum into her mouth, and now, she looked at the bird, aimed and spat the gum at it. The surprised pigeon shook itself, and then flew away. Shannon let out a deep breath. Then, knowing she could not stand there for all eternity, she swung over to the other side, where she had seen a window.

Since she was now in the second floor, the lids were only ajar and so, she could slide into the empty room. Shannon had originally not decided to get that far, and so, she had no gun with her, so, she had to  be even more careful than usual. She sneaked towards the door when something tickled her neck.

»Hm?«

It was one of the pigeon’s feathers. With a smile, she took it with her, as a lucky charm. Then, she stepped onto the corridor, always listening for sounds of the man and his victim.

The house could almost be called a small mansion, and Shannon could see that it had not been used very often during the last years, though it seemed that someone had kept it clean. However, she doubted that someone who was into kidnapping had a large servanthood.

She continued her search, and the silent house told its own story: it seemed to have been the mansion of a not so important nobleman, for there were frescoes and columns, but the rooms were sparsely furniture, and there was nothing of real value in them. There was some antique furniture, but nothing that would have risen the attention of a professional dealer, and the few paintings were replica. Shannon was a bit disappointed, but at the same time, it perhaps meant that the owner had no elaborate alarm system, for this kind of furniture was protected well enough by a solid lock.

Behind one door, she could hear a faint snore, and as she looked carefully, she could see the man sleep on a bed that literally screamed »rich playboy«, as he was lying on red silk sheets. He only wore shorts, and Shannon decided not to wake him up, but to look for the woman instead.

She didn’t have to go far, since in the adjacent room, she could see her lie on the bed, naked except for a collar and a band tied over her mouth. She was lying on her back, her hands behind her head, and her elbows and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Her head had sunk to her side, and from the constant heaving of her ample chest, Shannon guessed that she was sleeping, too.

Soundlessly, she entered the room and stepped beside the bed. As she did so, her eyes fell on one of the sideboards, where she saw three slightly crumpled pieces of cloth, coloured green, white and red. As she looked, it turned out to be three pairs of panties, all looking as if they had not only been worn, but also balled up, and also, they looked damp. Shannon could sense their fragrance, and a smile curled her lips.

»Maybe, I should steal one pair!«

However, she instead looked closer at the woman. She now could see that she was maybe in her late 30ies. Her breasts were big, even now that she was lying on her back, and though she was slender, there was a softness on her, showing that this woman enjoyed a good meal and would not stand too many pull-ups.

Shannon looked at the feather in her hand, and an impish smile appeared on her lips. Right now, she could not steal her prey, but that didn’t mean she could not play with it a little bit.

She now had to be very careful, for if she awakened the woman, she could perhaps wake the man by her moaning. Also, she would see her, and Shannon didn’t want to reveal herself at the time.

Slowly, she approached the sleeping woman’s exposed armpit with the feather, touching her as soft as a breeze. She slightly trembled, but didn’t wake up. Now, she could proof that she had a steady hand. Carefully, to not wake her up, but on the other hand also not lose contact to her skin, she brushed along her side, down to her round hip.

Shannon herself wasn’t ticklish, but she loved how she could turn even strong opponents into giggling and squirming bundles by it, without having to use pain. What had fascinated her the most was the fact that if a ticklish person got tickled in her sleep, soft enough that it wouldn’t wake up, the tickling would haunt that person’s dreams.

»What is it, my curly sleeping beauty? What are your dreams?«, Shannon thought as she brushed over her skin, so the woman cringed and sighed, but kept her eyes close. She bent forward and encircled one of her nipples, licking her lips as it responded to the caress.

Again, she led the feather over the woman’s side, and she writhed and twitched, accompanied by a sigh. Shannon could not reach the back of her knee, so, she turned for her foot. Here, she had to be even more careful. As she touched her sole, the foot twitched in its bond, and Shannon resisted the urge to push the feather between her toes, for that would have waken her up for sure.

Instead, she turned for her other sole, followed by Marlene’s other flank. She managed that she didn’t wake up, but writhed and twitched and let out high-pitched mews, like a dog in its sleep. Shannon could sense a slight fragrance, and she recognized that the tingles straying through the sleeping beauty’s body hadn’t left her indifferent. Her nipples were now pointing at the ceiling, the skin of her cheeks and cleavage had reddened slightly, and as she looked closer, she could sense a little glister in her thatch of pubic hair.

»Soon, my dear, soon!«

She brushed over the woman’s labia and clit, seeing how they seemed to long for a more intense touch. Again, she sighed in her sleep, but now, her writhing was that of a very passionate dream.

Shannon had to go now, for she didn’t want to be surprised by the man. At least, the woman would be quite confused if she woke up.

She left, checked that the man was still sleeping, and then, she explored the ground floor, especially the doors. They had an alarm system, a usual one that required a code: you had to type it within 20 or 30 seconds, or the alarm would go off. Then, her eyes fell on a small pinboard beside the door, with a calendar and a small note pad pinned to it.

The paper was blank, but she could see that the pencil had left marks on the sheet.

»Sometimes, you have to go old-school!«

Shannon took the pencil dangle from a piece of rope and brushed over the sheet, making the marks readable. It was a note left for the cleaning service, but there was also a six figures number.

»2-3-0-5-8-2! Sometimes, people seem to want to be robbed!«

Obviously, the man had not only used his birthday as a code, but also given it to the cleaning lady. Of course, he now was at home, and the alarm would get off if someone tried to break in from the outside, but now, she could just enter whenever she wanted.

Shannon ripped off the sheet and put it into her pocket. Then, she went to the keypad and dialled the number code. For a second, she feared it had been a terrible mistake, that it had perhaps just been a phone number, but then, accompanied by a faint hum, the door unlocked, and Shannon slipped through the door, stepping on the now quite crowded piazza.

She could see the shop owner stand a few yards away, talking to two young girls, a busty blonde accompanied by an Asian girl. They seemed to be fighting with the language barrier, and for no particular reason than perhaps to see whether the man would recognize her, she loosened the knot in her T-Shirt, took off the baseball cap and braided her hair, changing her look a bit. Then, she approached and asked in Italian whether she could help, repeating the question in English.

It turned out that the two girls were from Germany, but their English was fluent enough they could now ask their questions: obviously, they were looking for a friend they thought they had seen on a boat, and they wanted to check whether it had just been a coincidence.

»It’s my aunt Marlene, and she is maybe the only person left who hasn’t got a cell phone!«, the blonde explained. Silvana and Mariko had agreed on asking people whether they had seen something, after they had strolled along a few lanes and side canals, all crowded with boats that looked more or less the same as the one on the photo.

Shannon had to oppress a frown when she looked at the picture. The woman in the white sleeveless blouse, wearing a coloured headscarf, sunglasses and a bright coloured skirt was quite close from where they were standing right now, though she now was lacking all these items.

»Your aunt?«, she asked, playing the helpful tourist, »so, does she live in Venice?«

Silvana told her that »Aunt« Marlene lived in Würzburg, but she nevertheless was sure she had seen her. She seemed to be aware that there was little chance to find her with so little tracks to go after. Shannon quickly considered a few options whilst the blonde talked, and finally, she shrugged and managed to look sad.

»Well, I am afraid you won’t find her on a day like today, but I will keep my eyes open!«

The girls seemed grateful, and the Asian one even handed her a note, giving a cell phone number, their hotel and the room number, so she could leave a message if she maybe stumbled over Marlene.

Shannon smiled enigmatically once she had turned her back to the girls. So, they were looking for the woman she had just visited – »Aunt Marlene«, as they had called her. She didn’t know whether these two had told the truth, or if it was an amateurish way to find further evidence.

However, though she now was keener than ever to change her scheme of prey, that didn’t mean she would drop the rules: if she stole something, she would leave something similar in exchange.

»And maybe, I will find all I need at room 102 at the Hotel Dandolo!«, she thought, looking at the note Mariko had given her.

***

»Wakey, Sleeping Beauty!«

Marlene had fallen into a deep sleep, and so, Erik had to repeat his call until she drowsily blinked – only to widen her eyes when she remembered where she was and who the man holding the tray was.

»I would have asked if you slept well, but obviously, you had pleasant dreams!«

Marlene, who still had to cope with being tied and gagged, didn’t understand what he was talking about, but then, she saw that her nipples stood up hard and erect, despite the room being warm, and there was a tingle in her loins, not because of her abductor, but a memory from her dream.

In this dream, she had found herself tied to an Andreas’ Cross, and her captors had brushed all over her body with silk scarves. The slight tickling of these, soft as a breeze, had driven her mad, but at the same time, it had also teased her, and in the end, when a dark silhouette had stepped closer to her, she had writhed and moaned with anticipation. Marlene had no idea how the dream had ended, but now, she blushed deeply at the implications her captor now had.

Erik grinned and sat down on the bed. Then, he wanted to place the tray, laughing as her boobs were in the way, so he had to put it over her belly. Marlene could see coffee, orange juice and some fruits, also a few Croissants.

»Only a rather frugal breakfast, I am afraid«, Erik excused as he opened the padlock and unbuckled her gag, »but I don’t have a servant who is trustworthy enough to take proper care of your well-being!«

Marlene forced herself to remain calm. So, Erik was alone, meaning she only had to outsmart him! She impatiently waited for him to put a second pillow under her head before he pulled the rubber ball from her mouth, causing her to drool over her chin. He dabbed it away with a white handkerchief. Then, he fed her, whilst his other hand played with a stray of her hair.

To her surprise, she was quite hungry, devouring three Croissants and an apple. Erik removed the tray and then looked down on her.

»Allow me!«

With what looked like a big brush, he wiped a few crumps from her chest. Marlene panted and squirmed as he touched her sensitive skin, and he playfully tickled her armpit.

»Oohh, stop it, please!«, she gasped, and Erik withdrew, shrugging.

»Your wish is my order!«

He put the brush away, but then, he bent over her, picking up one last crump with his mouth. It had been at her throat, and as he kissed her there, Marlene held still for a few treacherous seconds before she told him to leave her alone. In fact, she had to clear her throat before she could articulate her order, her voice sounding hoarse as she did so.

»So, before I let you use the bathroom, do you want to hear about today’s plans?«

It was like a parody of a real honeymoon, with Erik telling her about a romantic boat trip through the canals, together with some sightseeing, whilst Marlene was tied to the bed. Obviously, he was either severely mad, or he thought that he had already won over her heart.

»A romantic boat trip?«

»Well, as romantic as possible – for I think I still have to take a few precautions!«

Marlene sighed.

»You mean, I will be bound and gagged!«

Erik nodded, sounding as if this was just a minor inconvenience.

»For the time being, yes. However, I will spare you the blindfold, for otherwise, it wouldn’t be sightseeing, would it?«

He then said something of a surprise and went for the chain he fixed to her neck collar. Then, he padlocked the other end to a ring in the wall before untying her.

»Now, go to the bathroom, but please, don’t come back until I call for you!«

Once she had closed the curtain behind her, Marlene once again looked for a chance to escape. The window was out of reach, there were no objects that could be used as a weapon, and if she had screamed, the first one to hear her would have been Erik.

So, she followed nature and then brushed her teeth and washed. Maybe, there would be a chance of alerting someone when they did the boat trip. This time, she would not be completely exhausted from a night ride impaled on a dildo, and she would also be able to see.

»I just have to play nice for a little longer! Maybe, I will be free within one or two hours!«

She waited for his call and stepped out of the bathroom. Her jaw dropped at the sight of what Erik had prepared for her.

»Oh!«

On a rack, a Rococo dress was arranged, made of white and golden silk, and glistering with rhinestones. In comparison, Marlene’s wedding dress had looked like a potato sack.

»Do you like it?«

And despite still being naked, collared and chained, Marlene nodded.

»He might be a psychopath, but at least, he knows how to treat a Princess!«

The thought had come out of left field, and Marlene lowered her head, but Erik now said:

»Of course, it comes with a few – accessories!«

Now, she noticed that he had draped the bed sheet over some items lying on the bed. Marlene had to step onto a low stool, and he then lowered a hook on a chain from the ceiling; maybe, in earlier times, it had been used to hang flowerpots or a chandelier. To that, he fixed the chain of her neck collar and then pulled it up, so Marlene would have hung from her collar if she had jumped from the stool. She gulped, though as long as she held still, the collar was loose enough.

»I took some liberties with 18th century underwear, but I think you’ll forgive me!«

He started with a white pantyhose that was quite transparent. Marlene oppressed a mew when he touched her feet to get them into the stockings, and then, as he slowly, very slowly pulled them up her legs, she felt his touch very intense. Playfully, he tickled the backs of her knees as he passed them, then, he went up her thighs. The pantyhose seemed to be one or two numbers too small, and Marlene felt a bit squeezed from the waist down. The transparent material did little to hide anything, and she somehow felt her pubic mound even more displayed than when she had been naked.

Erik let his fingers run over the smooth silky surface, caressing her hips and slightly kneading her buttocks. Marlene protested, and he said:

»You are right, I should go on, for the next item is a classic from the old times I couldn’t resist!«

Marlene pleaded when she saw what it was: a corset, made of leather. However, Erik told her to relax and to fold her hands on top of her head, placing one foot on her stool. He even moved it, so she staggered and Marlene reluctantly obeyed. The corset was slung around her body, and she realized two things: it had a padding of soft silk, and it didn’t cover her breasts, just uplifted them a bit.

Erik tightened the laces, causing her to gasp. In a mirror fixed at the opposite wall, she could watch as the reducing of her waist made her hips look even more rounded, and her boobs turned from ample to impressive. He didn`t manage to create a real wasp waist, but when he finally stopped tightening and tied the laces off, Marlene felt that she would get out of breath if she tried to run.

The next item was a pair of boots that were also laced. These ended under her knees and had moderate heels. They were a bit too tight, but Marlene was still coping with the corset. Erik now made her gasp as he placed something the size of an egg in her pantyhose.

»A vibrator!«, she guessed with a shudder, but Erik showed her a little remote and explained:

»I don’t know whether you know much about explosives, but if you do anything wrong, the word ›sex bomb‹ will get a completely new meaning for the short reminder of your life!«

Marlene’s eyes widened, but she didn’t want to try if he was bluffing, even when he now removed her collar and made her leave the stool. Erik took a silk scarf and tied her legs right above the knees. She then had to put on a crinoline above which two lacy silk underskirts were draped. Then, he helped her to get into the dress and then fixed the laces and buttons, until she indeed looked like a Princess, albeit like one with a very low-cut and ample cleavage, and a strained expression on her face. The hoop skirt hid her leg ties, and with her upper legs tied, she could only take small steps.

Now, he tied her wrists behind her back, and then, he produced a face mask, made of coloured paper mâché and ornated with feathers. He tied it over her eyes, but she could easily see through the eyeholes. Now, however, she noticed that a piece of transparent silk dangled in front of her mouth, like a veil.

»Green, white or red?«, he now asked, and Marlene sighed. He was pointing at her panties, and she knew he would once again gag her. Knowing the history of all of them, she chose the white pair, but cursed her decision as he, showing her the remote, made her open her mouth wide and slowly, but thoroughly stuffed her oral cavity. The panties were made of Lycra and quite substantial, and she had not only worn them two days ago, but had also been hooded with them. They tasted vile, and Marlene retched, but he forced her to chew and bite on them until she could close her lips, so he could seal them with transparent tape. When the veil dangled from the mask, everything was hidden, and except for her having her hands behind her back, she didn’t look suspicious.

»All right, now, wait for me!«

He left, and Marlene quickly explored her bonds. With the crinoline, she couldn’t get her hands in front to remove the tight gag, and with her tied thighs and the corset, running also wasn’t an option. So, she waited until Erik returned, wearing a Rococo costume, complete with a three-pointed hat, and a mask as well.

»Allow me, Milady!«

He stepped towards her, and before she knew what he intended, he had cradled her in his arms. Marlene mewed and flailed her lower legs, but this only seemed to delight Erik, as he showed a wolfish grin as he carried her down to the boat pier.

***