Venetian Carnival 8

Marlene had sobbed a little when Erik had left her alone, with her arousal ceasing, making room for embarrassment. Then, however, she had tried if she could do something to get loose from her bonds and escape.

With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, she had some movement and could squirm on the rack. After a few attempts, she managed to touch the hook in her ass. However, she could not arch her head back so far that she was able to pull it out of herself. After a few minutes, she gave up, cringing and moaning as she lowered her head, releasing her aching neck, but forcing the hook’s top deep inside her, so she shuddered and groaned.

Panting, Marlene tried to analyse her bondage: the hook was connected to her harness gag by a piece of cord, and perhaps, if she managed to loosen the knots-

With a sigh, she dropped that thought. Even if she would successfully remove the hook, she still would be gagged and tied to the rack, and when Erik came back, he would sure punish her. Was this her fate? Helplessly waiting for Erik’s decisions, hoping he would show mercy?

Marlene thought of the moment when Hilmar had tried to reach the boat. There had also been Marcus and Silvana, and if they went for the Police, they would perhaps arrest Erik and then release her! However, this had been the day before, and since then, she had not come closer to freedom in the slightest.

»Come on, Hilmar, free your Princess! Be my hero!«

***

Hilmar was indeed trying to become the hero of the day, but though he was determined, he lacked the skills of a professional observer: they had just reached the Canal Grande when Erik turned around and saw them in their boat.

He reached for the gas lever, expecting the boat in front of them to accelerate, but Erik just seemed to look for a place where he could land. Suddenly, Marcus said:

»Get closer to him!«

At the same moment, he reached under Hilmar’s jacket and drew the gun. Hilmar speeded up, but he frowned:

»You know it’s just a replica?«

»Of course!«, Marcus grunted, »but he doesn’t!«

He aimed at Erik whilst Hilmar tried to get the boat closer. Erik seemed to have noticed the gun, for he suddenly stopped his engine and then turned around to them. Then, he bent down, obviously looking for something.

»Raise your hands!«, Marcus shouted. They were now just some 20 yards away. In the corner of his eye, he noticed that some passers-by were watching the scene from the shore. One or two even were filming the two boats.

Erik raised his hand, but Marcus could see that he was holding something in each of them, and that he was showing a mad grin.

»Drop it!«

»Okay!«

Erik lowered his hand, but then, in a swift move, he threw a small object onto their boat. It had the shape of an egg, and now, he could see Erik show his other hand, holding a remote with a red button in it.

»Fuck!«

At the same moment, Marcus and Hilmar jumped overboard, trying to get a few yards between them and the boat before the grenade detonated. They swam for the shore where now more and more people were shouting, laughing and some even applauding.

»Move it, you fools!«, Marcus shouted, but then, two things came to his mind: it had been more than 20 seconds now, but there had been no detonation – and Erik had started his boat again, disappearing from their view.

At least, several men helped them to climb out of the water. A Carabiniere approached, and the man didn’t look as if he was planning to applaud them. Whilst he let out his tirade, Hilmar looked after the boat that still was bobbing in the canal, whilst Erik had disappeared.

»Quick! We must get back to his house!«

Marcus wanted to start, but the Carabiniere stepped into his way. Without thinking, Marcus punched him, and since the man had been standing on the slippery pier, he was now the third within minutes to take an involuntary bath. As they started to sprint, a tourist tried to stop them, but paid for this by Hilmar’s elbow to his stomach.

»So much for calling the Police!«, Marcus breathed as they had passed a few corners and slowed down their pace. Hilmar scoffed.

»If we wanted to call them now, we would have to get there personally, for my phone didn’t survive the bath!«

Marcus’ phone was still intact, but nevertheless, he knew that now, the Police would put them into a cell before they would even consider listening to their story. He suddenly grabbed Hilmar’s shoulder and said:

»Maybe, we should use the fact none of us can get more trenched to our advantage!«

***

Shannon had found Marlene’s dress, shoes and also a corset, but no sign of the captive when she had examined the upper floors. Now, only the ground floor was left, and beside the lobby, there were only few rooms. She discovered a guest’s bathroom, a kitchen, and a door locked from the outside. According to its position, it seemed to be a storage room.

»Now, what do we have here?«

She carefully pulled out the key, then, she pushed a small probe through the keyhole. When she had connected the cable to her phone, she could look inside with the little camera on top of it. The room was a simple storage room, but then, she could see something on the other side of the dimly lit room. Something that moved slightly and had the colour of flesh. When she held her ear to the door, Shannon could also hear a faint moaning.

She removed the probe and pondered. She hadn’t seen clearly if Marlene was blindfolded; if so, she could enter and play with her, making her believe that she was her kidnapper. Of course, Marlene had no idea who she was, but it would perhaps make things more difficult later.

She twitched and almost let out a shriek when the doorbell suddenly rang. Seconds later, she could hear someone bang against the door, too.

Shannon drew the little gun she had hidden in her bum bag and approached the door, looking through the peephole. To her surprise, she saw Hilmar, looking as if he had fallen into the canal. He still knocked at the door and rang, and she wondered if this was German subtlety when she suddenly understood the manoeuvre: Hilmar was the diversion for Marcus!

Indeed, as she sneaked towards the pier door, she could hear someone rummage on the lock. Shannon knew that these old doors wouldn’t resist for long, and then, the alarm would go off. And then, the Police would ruin the whole game.

The door’s keyhole was so big Shannon could see not only the piece of wire Marcus was using, but also his eye, inches away from his work. Smiling, Shannon took her pepper spray and sprayed some into the keyhole. A moment later, she heard a loud curse, followed by the splash of Marcus jumping into the water.

She rushed up the stairs to look at Hilmar from a window, only to witness a strange scene: the man was still ringing and knocking at the door, when a Policeman arrived, obviously called by one of the neighbours. As soon as Hilmar spotted the man, he ran away. Shannon watched as the Policeman half-heartedly followed Hilmar and she returned to the door of Marlene’s prison. Obviously, she had heard the rumour, too, for now, the mewing had become louder.

Shannon decided to improvise: she grabbed a cloth and slung it over her hair, also pulling it over her face before she opened the door and approached the naked woman. Marlene, as she could see now, was hogtied with two pairs of cuffs, and also fixed to some bench or rack by chains pulled through her bent legs and her armpits. She was sporting a harness gag, and her head was covered by a pair of emerald green panties. Shannon wondered why her head was arched backwards, but then, she noticed the hook wedged between the woman’s buttocks and she had to admit that at least Erik was imaginative.

»Uuhhmmm! Mhhmmmm! Mmhhmmmph!«

Marlene stared at her through the leg openings of the panties and writhed in her bonds. Shannon just waited until Marlene had realized that she hadn’t come to her rescue.

Without a sound, Shannon let her finger wander over the sweaty skin of the helpless captive. With amusement, she noticed that Marlene was ticklish, and still, she whimpered and moaned, pleading with Shannon to let her go.

Then, Shannon heard another sound from behind, and a male voice said:

»Put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly!«

Shannon obeyed, seeing Erik stand in the door with the gun in his hand. Her own weapon was in the bum bag, and she was sure that he would be able to hit her if she now reached for it, even if she threw herself into one corner.

»Now, get on your knees!«

He seemed to be careful. After Shannon was on her knees, he ordered her to remove her mask. Then, he frowned.

»I must apologize, but do we know each other?«

Shannon showed him a cold smile.

»Not yet – but I have to admit that I am interested in your – collection!«

She looked at Marlene who was behind her, watching with horrified fascination what was going on. Erik grinned.

»I would call her rather an obsession, for I am not considering to get more – objects of desire!«

For a few seconds, the two looked at each other, trying to get an image of the other. Shannon could see that this man was maybe an amateur and most likely a pervert, but after all, she now had to temporarily deal with him. Erik, on the other hand, could also tell the woman wasn’t an ordinary burglar.

»When I arrived, I heard that the Police has shooed a trenched man knocking at my door! Is he a friend of yours?«

»An acquaintance!«, Shannon admitted. Then, she slightly cocked her head.

»Now, you may of course call the Police or shoot me right here, but maybe, you’d like to listen to an idea to not only have some fun, but to also get rid of these two guys for a long time!«

Erik wasn’t that amateurish: He made her walk on her kneels to the lobby where she had to lean against a pillar. He tied her wrists behind it, and then thoroughly searched her for any concealed weapons.

»You could have a hidden blade in your panties, after all!«

»Who needs a blade if the enemy can’t tie proper knots?«, Shannon replied and slammed her fists into Erik’s sides. He crouched with a groan, and when he looked up, he stared into the barrel of his own gun.

»Now, I hope we can talk about my plan like civilized people!«

***

»I am sure things could get worse, but I have no idea how!«

Hilmar and Marcus were sitting side by side behind a large garbage container. They didn’t mind the smell, for that of their clothes was little better. Marcus had considered to ring at Shannon’s apartment, but they had agreed upon waiting until Marcus’ clothes had dried, and his eye had changed from deep red to a light pink.

On the plus side, they had their credit cards that would give them access to a few thousand Euro, and Marcus’ phone he had given to Hilmar before he had swum to the pier.

»Maybe, we can phone Shannon, beg her to get us some fresh clothes and allow us to use her shower!«

At that moment, he received a message. It came from the kidnappers, and it read:

»How far have you gone with Debra?«

Marcus chuckled.

»Since we are on the run now, it seems we only have the chance of doing what the kidnappers want!«

Before Hilmar could say something, he texted back:

»We are working on it!«

To his surprise, the answer was an address, together with the order to be there in two hours. Marcus checked it and frowned.

»It’s on the mainland! Now, let’s hope that the Police isn’t looking after us everywhere, and that we will get a place on a boat, smelling as lovely as we do!«

***

Marlene had watched with horror as Erik had forced the strange woman to her knees. She had no idea who she was, but she was definitely not an ally of her kidnapper. Then, they had both left, and for a few seconds, after she had heard Erik’s groan, she had hoped that the stranger had overpowered Erik. Then, however, some calm talking had followed. Marlene couldn’t understand anything, but she heard occasional laughter, and then, both Erik and the woman entered the room.

»Marlene, my dear! I hope you are delighted that Erik and I have become partners – only in crime, of course! In bed, he’s still all yours!«

»Though I might allow you playing with her from time to time!«, Erik added. As they approached Marlene, she squirmed in her bonds and mewed, and the woman laughed.

»Not yet, you insatiable bitch! Now, we have to change our location, for I kept Hilmar and Marcus busy for the moment, but they might return, and by then, we will be gone!«

She spoke English, and Marlene, who had a good sense of languages, guessed that she was from somewhere in the Middle West of the USA. Now, she whispered something into Erik’s ear, and he left. The woman sat on the rack and began to playfully move the hook back and forth a bit.

»Really a nice touch! Both dissuasive and intriguing, isn’t it?«

She spoke as if she was asking Marlene about how she liked her new cell phone. Then, she began to work on the rope connecting the hook with her head. To Marlene’s relief, she could finally lower her head, though she felt that the woman had just loosened the cord, but not removed it.

»By the way, I am Shannon«, she said, still in that chitchat tone, as she redid the knots. Erik appeared, carrying a pair of boots and some clothes over his other arm. They released her ankles and wrists, and, whilst Marlene ached and moved her numb limbs, they put the boots on her. They had high heels and went up to her knees.

Marlene then had to sit up and whilst Erik held her arms from behind, Shannon tied her legs at her knees, right above the boots. She felt the presence of the hook as she sat, and whenever her head sank down, the pressure increased.

Once Shannon was finished, Marlene had to get up and to her surprise, she had to put on a light trench coat. Shannon cut the pockets and so, when she had forced Marlene to put her hands inside, she could grab then and tie them in front of her body. Then, much to her discomfort, Shannon slung another rope around her waist and, after fumbling to get it beside her anal hook, brought the ends between her legs before she pulled.

»Uuhhmmmm! Nnngggg!«

Marlene reared up and groaned as the crotch rope tightened and the thin cord found a way between her labia.

»Just to keep you from sudden movement!«, Shannon explained as she tied the ends to her bound wrists. Then, she pulled down the sleeves and buttoned the coat. Now, Marlene looked as if she was keeping her hands in her pockets. However, with her head still gagged and hooded with the panties, she would still raise attention.

Shannon took a beige scarf and tied this over Marlene’s mouth and nose before se used a coloured scarf and draped it over her head before tightly knotting it under her chin. Then, she ripped off two small pieces of tape from a roll and taped Marlene’s eyes shut before hiding the blindfold by a pair of sunglasses.

»Now, we will go for a little walk, Marlene! You might be tempted to buck, or try to alert someone, but, please, keep in mind that both Erik and I are holding one of your arms, and we are both armed. So, even if we have to run, you wouldn’t survive it!«

Marlene felt hands grab her elbows from both sides, and then, she had to walk. With her legs tied, she could only do so at a slow pace, and on each step, not only did the crotch rope saw through her soft flesh, but also did the hook move inside her rear. She was trembling, despite sweating at the same time.

After a few yards, she heard the voices of people, and lots of steps right around her, but Marlene remembered all too well what Shannon had said, and so, she staggered over the uneven paving. She guessed that though it felt like an endless trip, they had just passed a few hundred yards when they finally stopped inside the lobby of another building.

»I have no lift, so, Erik will show a romantic gesture!«

Marlene moaned as she felt being cradled in the man’s arms, and the new position had consequences on both the crotch rope and the hook. She mewed and flailed her lower legs as she was carried up the stairs. Then, she was lowered to the ground and Shannon removed the sunglasses and the tape, allowing Marlene to recognize they were at the corridor of an apartment, where she was facing a large mirror.

Erik now exchanged a short, whispered conversation with Shannon before he left. Shannon put her hands on Marlene’s shoulders and stepped behind her, so she could watch themselves in the mirror, too.

»As a child, I have always wondered what’s behind the mirror!«, she whispered before turning to it and pushing around on the frame. Then, she took away the large mirror, and a high-pitched mewing could be heard. As she put it aside, Marlene’s eyes widened: there, side by side, stood Silvana and a petite Asian woman, both gagged, tied and strapped to the wall by several belts. The Asian was dressed, but Silvana was stark naked.

»As I promised, I would help you to meet Marlene again!«

***

Both Marcus and Hilmar had bought fresh T-Shirts and some deodorant at a shop, but their trousers and shoes still showed traces of their unwilling bath. Also, they had bought baseball caps and sunglasses, to hide from any Policeman maybe looking for them. The mysterious kidnappers, of whom they now knew it were at least two, had sent them a new message: three pictures of boobs they easily recognized as those of Silvana, Marlene and Mariko.

»I wonder whether they are somewhere around here!«

The address at Mestre was close to both the place where they had left the vaporetto and to the shore, as it was a row of sheds, most of them with small piers. The one they were heading towards allowed to enter it by boat, but also had a door on the land side. As they approached, Marcus noticed that the padlock was almost ostentatiously open.

»I hope it isn’t a trap!«, Hilmar commented. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. As he had guessed, it was just a shed, open to the sea, with a little pier, but no boat was moored there. However, there was a motorcycle parked beside it, and two leather combinations were piled on the floor.

As they looked closer at the bike, they noticed that the passenger seat had been – customized: a large dildo was pointing upwards, and it was clear that whoever had been sitting on that seat would have been impaled on it. Hilmar felt a cold shiver run down his spine: Marlene had been transported from Germany to Italy, and it was possible that she had been tortured with this.

»Look!«, Marcus interrupted his thoughts. He pointed at a suitcase to which an envelope was taped. A bit reluctantly, he opened the latter and read:

»I thought you might need some help! Further instructions inside! Don’t be afraid, it’s no bomb!«

»Now, let’s see if it’s at least a real gun!«, Marcus grunted and opened the suitcase. It contained two sets of men’s wear, including shoes. A note said:

»You might want a change after your bath in the canal! There’s a tap beside the table!«

Also, there was a black bag that contained a coiled rope, two rolls of tape, and, packed inside a transparent bag, two pairs of panties, one white and one black. They didn’t look as if they were of any of the kidnapped girls, but as Hilmar opened the bag, he could sense they had been worn before.

The last item was another transparent bag. It contained a white cloth that seemed to have been thoroughly soaked with something. Both men guessed it was chloroform or some other narcotic.

»All right, but we still have no gun! And even if we do what these thugs want, there’s still Brenda’s bodyguard!«

They got a message from the kidnapper, asking them whether they had found the suitcase. As Marcus told him they had, the next order came immediately:

»Further instructions if you have Brenda! You have time until 10 pm!«

»That’s seven hours!«, Hilmar grunted after looking at his watch. With little other choice, he looked at the fresh clothes and then picked a T-Shirt and a pair of trousers. At the tap, he also spotted a bottle of liquid soap, and so, he and Marcus washed and changed their clothes. At least, they now no longer looked as if they had played in the sewer.

»So, it is true! We are really committing a kidnapping!«

Marcus chuckled nervously, and Hilmar commented:

»Don’t worry, we will maybe get arrested, or her bodyguard shoots us before we can do something bad!«

***

Shannon had started with Silvana, releasing her from the belts and then forcing the still zip tied girl to hop towards the living room. She made her sit on one of her chairs, bending her arms over the backrest and securing them to the chair with another zip tie. Then, Shannon cut Silvana’s leg ties, but forced her to sit in a lotus position before she tied her big toes with yet another zip tie.

Meanwhile, Mariko had stared at Marlene, moaning and squirming, for she thought that the other woman perhaps could reach the door, or otherwise call for help. But when Shannon had returned and then removed the clothes hiding Marlene’s bonds, she had understood why Marlene hadn’t moved much.

Once Marlene was naked, Shannon zip-tied her wrists and elbows behind her back. She released her from the tight crotch rope, but as she helped her to stagger over to the living room, Mariko saw the metal hook protruding from her anus, tied to her harness gag that had been hidden under the two scarves.

She secured Marlene to a second chair, just like Silvana. Then, she untied the rope from her harness gag, so Marlene could move her head freely, but she tied the ends off to the top of the backrest, so her victim was still impaled and felt the hook on every shifting or wriggling. She then used another piece of rope to tie Marlene’s right knee to Silvana’s left before she went for Mariko. Silvana looked at Marlene she had found after two turbulent days. She could see her friend was physically unharmed, but even with the panty hood, she could spot Marlene’s complete exhaustion.

Mariko showed more fighting spirit as she hopped inside, but Shannon had no difficulties tying her to a third chair. Before she went for Mariko’s legs, she cut away the Asian’s top, followed by her bra. Mariko shook her head and screamed through her gag, but Shannon only read the label:

»32 B! Well, at least, they don’t sag!«

Silvana’s panties stifled Mariko’s comments, but her cheeks became flaming red. Now, Shannon took a picture of each of their boobs, telling them that she needed something to keep Marcus and Hilmar motivated.

Then, she opened Mariko’s belt and pulled her jeans down to her knee tie she then cut away before peeling the trousers to her ankles.

»If you are trying to kick me, you’ll regret!«

She cut the girl’s ankle ties and removed her jeans, thong, shoes and socks. Indeed, Mariko tried to kick her, but Shannon managed to grab her ankles and forced her to get her feet together. Then, she tied her big toes with a zip tie, noticing how the girl twitched as she touched her feet.

»Ticklish?«, she asked with a malicious smile as she tied Mariko’s right knee to Marlene’s left, arranging the three chairs in a half circle. She then completed the circle by the fourth chair, even sitting in a lotus position, too, though of course, she remained dressed and wasn’t bound or gagged.

Rubbing her chin, Shannon then stared at Mariko whose reddened cheeks and heavy panting indicated that she didn’t like to be stared at in the slightest. Then, she bent forward, brushing over a spot on Mariko’s left breast.

»I knew it! It’s not a birthmark, but a hickey! Just like the one at your shoulder!«

Mariko let out a fluttering breath and cringed under Shannon’s gaze, and Silvana frowned. Mariko had been with her since Friday afternoon, and the last time she had seen her naked, when they had freed her from the suitcase, there had been no hickeys.

Obviously coming to similar conclusions, Shannon playfully waved her index finger.

»Mariko, Mariko, Mariko! So, you had a little encounter with one of the boys! Now, who was it – Marcus or Hilmar? Silvana’s boyfriend, or Marlene’s?«

Mariko lowered her head, but before, both other captives had noticed how she had avoided looking at Marlene. It was as if she had committed what she had done. Marlene let out a groan, and Silvana also felt both anger at Mariko, for cheating on Marlene – and relief, for it hadn’t been Marcus.

»Well, I am sure that once you will be able to talk again at all, you two will have a lot to talk about!«

She untied the harness gag from Marlene and removed the panty hood. She then also untied the torn pair tied between her lips, but before Marlene could even think of spitting out the moist pair filling her mouth, she wound some tape over the lower half of her face, followed by a vet wrap bandage, so Marlene matched the other captives. Then, she disappeared.

Silvana looked at her co-captives and tested her bonds, finding them unyielding. Marlene stared daggers at Mariko who still kept her head lowered, and Silvana could also see tears in Marlene’s eyes. Perhaps, she had waited since her abduction for her knight in shiny armour to rescue her, only to now hear he had cheated on her. She would have loved to tell Marlene that at least, Hilmar was still trying to rescue them both, but her gag prevented her from uttering any solace.

Shannon returned, in her hand a plastic bucket filled with what looked like warm water mixed with dish soap. Her other hand, she had hidden behind her back. She placed the bucket behind Marlene’s chair and said:

»Seems that Erik is a bit kinkier than me, for poor Marlene is sporting a hook in her rear entrance! Must be very inconvenient, I guess!«

She reached behind Marlene’s back, and from the way the woman mewed and squirmed, and how her eyes widened and squeezed, she was moving the hook up and down. After some playing, she then purred:

»Would you like me to remove it, Marlene?«

Only now, the captives realized she was wearing rubber gloves. Vigorously, Marlene nodded. Shannon now brought her other hand to the front, showing a bottle of olive oil.

»I will even give you the chance to some revenge on the girl who slept with your boyfriend! After I removed the hook, I will wash and clean it – and then, it will be Mariko’s turn to experience it!«

Mariko screamed through her gag, and Marlene also seemed abashed. Shannon brushed through her hair and added:

»Your choice, Marlene – either you stay hooked, or Mariko gets it. Or, of course, we still have our blonde guest!«

Now, Silvana joined the muffled protests, and Shannon once again pulled the hook upwards, forcing Marlene to lift her butt from the seat the little her bonds allowed.

»Now, nod for Mariko, shake your head if you want to keep it, or do nothing if you choose Silvana!«

A few times, she lowered Marlene, only to pull her up again, taking care that she didn’t hurt her, but nevertheless humiliating her captive. Finally, Marlene nodded with a horrified scream into the panties stuffing her mouth.

Mariko watched with sheer panic as Shannon now crouched behind Marlene’s chair. She could hear the sigh of relief as the hook came off, followed by some wet sounds as she took a sponge cloth and first washed Marlene’s rear and then, she carefully cleaned the hook before further wiping I with a towel. Then, she took the olive oil and approached Mariko.

»Nnngggg! Mmhhrrrmmmm! Hhrrrmmmmm!«

»Don’t worry, I might be a bit weird, but I am no brute! I won’t hurt anything but your dignity! That, I promise!«

Mariko thrashed in her bonds, but she couldn’t help getting her rear oiled. Then, a strange combination of a groan and a sigh indicated that the round ball on top of the hook had entered her. As promised, Shannon took care not to hurt her, but as she had tied off the hook’s other end to the top of the backrest, Mariko had blushed so deep that even her cleavage was pink, and her thrust out breasts were heaving from her heavy panting.

Shannon laughed. Now, both Marlene and Mariko had a reason to hate each other. Captives who were not on good terms with each other were easier to handle, and in addition, it would make some games she intended to play more interesting. She stepped behind Silvana and massaged her shoulders, whispering into her ear:

»Don’t be jealous, Blondie! Once Erik’s back and we have heard from Hilmar and Marcus, I will think of something to keep you entertained, too!«

***