Venetian Carnival 9

»You know, one thing makes me think: Debra is the owner of a small shop. So, why does she have a bodyguard?«

Hilmar had asked himself that question, too. Of course, it was possible that the man in the background was just her brother or her boyfriend, but then, he could also have shown up at the shop. And still, there was no reason for protecting an ordinary boutique.

»You mean, the kidnapper hasn’t picked her at random? That there is a connection between the two of them?«

Marcus nodded.

»Maybe. And I also think we should get that information from her, if we have to abduct her anyway. If we are criminals anyway, we can also add an intense interrogation on our list!«

The two had worked out a plan that was daring, but could work out. If not, they would both end up either in jail or the bodyguard would beat the shit out of them. Marcus now waited for an opportunity to sneak inside the boutique when Hilmar stormed in and demanded to speak to Brenda. He pretended that the blonde boutique owner had sold him a camisole in the wrong size and therefore, his mistress was upset.

»How could you mix that up? You sold me a veritable tent!«

Hilmar raised his voice and became rather angry. As he had hoped, the two women who had looked at the clothes left the shop, and as he slammed his hand at the desk, the man appeared from behind the door, asking in Italian if he should throw the man out.

»You better get me something the right size!«, Hilmar responded and kicked against a rack. Now, the man approached him, trying to grab his arm. Hilmar could see that he was waiting for him to make a false move, and he thought that perhaps, this was the painful way God would make him pay for having cheated on Marlene.

»Culo!«, he hissed and feigned an attack with his right, only to punch the bodyguard’s balls with his left. It wasn’t a hard blow, but the man now attacked him in earnest, and Hilmar didn’t have to pretend getting thrown out of the shop. Though he landed hard on the pavement, he got up and made an attempt to re-enter, so the man jumped upon him, and so, they were having a brawl, surrounded by a group of passers-by who cheered and laughed.

Debra had come from behind her desk to look at the fighting men, and so, she didn’t notice Marcus who approached her from behind. He tried to remember what he had learned about chloroforming someone when he now slung his arms around the woman from behind and pressed the soaked cloth over her face.

»Uhmmph?«

He had taken her by surprise, and so, he could drag her with him, into one of the changing cabins. Now, Debra squirmed and screamed into the rag, but Marcus tightened his grip. Debra kicked on his foot, but she had lost her shoe, and so, he just felt a little pain.

»Hhrrrmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

The muffled cries echoed around Marcus, and he feared that every moment, the bodyguard would storm inside and get on him. He lifted Debra from the ground, so her legs kicked into the air, and then, he balled his fist and pressed it onto her stomach. Debra ached, and when she tried to catch breath, she took a considerable dose of the narcotic. Her struggles ceased, and then, she grew limp in his arms. Marcus left the cloth pressed over her mouth and nose and allowed himself a deep breath before he glimpsed outside the cabin. There was some shouting, and he could see through the store window that obviously, some men had separated Hilmar and the bodyguard and were holding them by their arms. Soon, the show would be over.

Marcus carried the unconscious woman through the back door and found himself in a corridor leading to a storage room and a small bathroom. There was no way out but through the front door.

He had just entered the storage room and closed the door behind him when he heard the man re-enter the boutique. He only spoke a few words in Italian, but he could understand that the bodyguard was proudly telling her how he had beaten up the impertinent guy, only to stop and then ask for Debra’s whereabouts.

Marcus saw a rack with long coats, and, holding Debra in his arms as if they were lovers, he hid behind those. A minute later, the man burst in, shouting Debra’s name, but he was obviously just checking if she had withdrawn there, not searching the room. He left the door ajar, and so, Marcus could hear him knock at the bathroom door before, obviously reluctantly, opening it. A curse in Italian followed, and then, Marcus heard the sound of vanishing steps.

»That went pretty well!«, Marcus told himself, knowing that he was far from through this all. Now, he had to get Debra outside, most preferably unseen. Of course, he could just cradle her in his arms, pretending that his girlfriend had passed out from too much booze, but he knew that this only worked in comedies; besides, the neighbours would sure recognize Debra.

He looked around for something to tie her up with and chose for a long scarf to tie her wrists before strapping her knees and ankles with two belts. Then, he used two more to secure her arms to her upper body. Debra let out a small sound, and he reached for the plastic bag with the two pairs of panties. It was bikini briefs, and he barely managed to cram both pairs into Debra’s mouth before securing the gag with a long white scarf he tied between her lips. To further render her helpless, he blindfolded her with another scarf, pulled a pantyhose over her head and tied the legs around her neck. Then, he wrapped some tape over her mouth and eyes.

With Debra tied and gagged, he sneaked for the door and listened for the bodyguard. To his relief, the man had left the shop – but to what purpose? Was he calling the Police, getting some friends, or just trying to see if Debra had gone for her home? Marcus checked the front door; to his relief, it was locked, but could be opened from the inside.

»Now, for one last thing!«

He looked down at the carpet he was standing on. It was some two by two yards. Of course, this was something from a comedy movie, too, but the whole scenario was ridiculous anyway. He pushed away a rack and then carefully rolled the carpet, carrying it back into the storage room where Debra still hadn’t regained her consciousness. He placed her on one side of the carpet and rolled her inside, securing the package with two more of the belts.

The combination of Debra and the carpet weighed maybe some 125 lbs, but Marcus knew that he would most likely be stopped after just a few yards. At the front door, he could see that the people had turned back to their usual business; the little brawl was forgotten. Carefully, he opened the door and, when he thought that he was alone for a moment, hidden by the clothes rack the bodyguard hadn’t bothered to get inside, he stepped outside and hoisted the carpet. Keeping his head low, he stepped forward, each moment waiting for someone grabbing his arm or asking where he was going. Not really caring where he was going, he sneaked into a narrow alley where at least, he was alone.

»You really did it!«

Marcus twitched and nearly dropped the carpet. In front of him stood Hilmar, showing some bruises and a black eye. However, he grinned.

»I did some boxing back in the days! I don’t think I landed a serious hit on the guy, but I could at least keep up my cover and keep him occupied for some time – long enough, it seems!«

He let out something that could have been a laugh, a cough or an ache. Marcus suddenly felt the adrenaline leave him and he barely managed to lower the carpet without letting it drop. He now longed for a cigarette, but those hadn’t survived his bath in the canal, and he hadn’t found the time to buy a new pack yet.

»I even saw a boat not far from here! I am afraid it’s only equipped with oars and it also doesn’t look too seaworthy, but it’s unguarded, and we better shouldn’t use the water taxi now!«

Together, they carried the rolled carpet to said boat that swayed considerably as they placed their package inside. With a ragged tarp, they covered the bundle, and then, each of them used one of the oars to paddle it through the canals like a canoe. Marcus had checked his phone before.

»It’s some three miles to the boathouse! If this boat doesn’t have too much leakage and if nobody stops us, we should be there by 6 pm!«

Hilmar grunted:

»That leaves us a little time to get a few questions answered from our guest before we have to report success and wait for further instructions!«

***

At Shannon’s apartment, she had pushed the chairs together, so she could also tie the knees of Silvana and Mariko, putting the girls into a triangle position. She was rummaging around in another room, leaving her captives to themselves.

Silvana was experimenting with her bonds, only to realize that the zip ties wouldn’t come off, and if she made a false move, they would even tighten. Her gag would also remain firmly in place. She looked at both Mariko and Marlene, but Marlene was either too exhausted or too shocked by the revelation of Hilmar cheating on her with Mariko, and the Asian still was trying to cope with her anal hook, constantly acing and grunting as she was trying to find a tolerable position.

Who was Shannon? And why had she overpowered, bound and gagged her and Mariko? Was she an accomplice of Marlene’s kidnapper? After all, she and the man had brought her here, obviously from the house they had been observing. But now, what did they intend to do with them?

She joined into the fearful mews of her co-captives as the doorbell rang. Shannon checked the door, and little later, Erik entered, obviously quite amazed to see two more naked, bound and gagged beauties.

»Now, I might think twice about starting a collection!«

He then stepped behind Marlene and kissed her cheek.

»Just kidding, you will remain the Lady of my heart!«

Marlene groaned, and Shannon laughed.

»Seems the love is still a bit one-sided! However, she might open up to you soon! After all, her boyfriend cheated on her – with that little tart here!«

She brushed over Mariko’s hickey, as if to prove what she was saying. The girl mewed and stared daggers at her, but didn’t dare to struggle too much. Shannon looked at her watch.

»Still a few hours to pass – I hope you have arranged everything I begged you for!«

»Of course«, Erik murmured, still busy with letting his hands wander over Marlene’s body. Then, he let his eyes wander over the nude fronts of both Silvana and Mariko, in a way both cringed and blushed all over.

»Your choice will be hard, Shannon – after all, I already made mine!«

Shannon shook her head.

»I want Debra – so, it doesn’t matter which of the two we give back to our two – assistant criminals. As long as we have the other two, they will still do what we say!«

Silvana and Mariko exchanged a worried look. Did their kidnappers really think of letting one of them go, in exchange for some Debra? And, more important, what did they have in mind for the others?

Erik kept his hands on Marlene’s boobs, but he now seemed to think about the possibilities they had.

»Well, what do you think will be more entertaining to keep – Marlene’s friend – or rather her rival?«

»There’s only one way to make this important decision!«, Shannon said and brought two wooden clothespins. On one, she wrote »Silvana«, »Mariko« on the other. Then, she placed the clothespins on Marlene’s nipples. She groaned at their bite, but worse was to come.

»You may choose your partner, Marlene – with a little help of Erik, of course!«

She stepped in the gap between Mariko and Silvana and placed a hand on each girl’s shoulder. Then, Erik took his hands from Marlene’s breasts – but only to tickle her sides.

»The rules are easy«, Shannon explained, raising her voice to drown Marlene’s squeals and rustling, »the first one to fall off will be the one who won’t play with her, but I have some fun in store for her, too!«

***

Though they couldn’t use the oars the proper way, Marcus and Erik managed to paddle the boat over the calm sea between Venice and the mainland. The boat made some water, but now, with just half a mile to go, they were sure they would make it.

Debra had regained her consciousness, for they could hear some faint moaning, and the stiff cocoon slightly moved from her energetic struggles. Hilmar, who was sitting in the stern, could get a glimpse of her stocking-clad feet, constantly wriggling.

»As long as she struggles, she is alive!«, he soothed his consciousness. However, there was also an intriguing side of what they had to do. He remembered when they had freed Mariko, or when they had tied up Shannon. Hilmar had never even thought of having a woman against her will, but still, the idea of bondage wasn’t appalling.

»I wonder how Marus feels about this!«

He knew that he, Marlene and Silvana had come in contact with some criminals, and though he had been a bit cryptic, Hilmar had heard that Marcus had been forced to tie up and gag more than one woman on that occasion.

»Well, now, I am introduced to the fine art of kidnapping, too!«

They reached the boathouse and Marcus moored the boat. Then, with some difficulties, they heaved the rolled carpet from it and opened the belts securing it. When they took one edge and pulled, the roll opened and Debra landed on the floor in front of them. The blonde squirmed and fumed, obviously rather angry than frightened.

»Stop struggling, or you’ll land in the water!«, Marcus ordered. Debra screamed through her gag and tried to kick into his direction with her bound legs. Hilmar couldn’t help noticing her skirt had slid up, revealing something white and frilly.

»Maybe, she doesn’t understand German!«

Hilmar tried to repeat the order in Italian, but Debra just bucked once again, this time indeed almost falling from the pier. Marcus now grabbed her feet and pulled her away from the edge. In English, he repeated:

»There’s water very close, and we don’t intend to kill you! So, please, don’t try to kill yourself either!«

Debra just moaned, but she didn’t resist as Marcus grabbed her shoulders and they carried her over to a chair where they sat her upon. Here, Hilmar wanted to adjust her crumpled skirt, but as she sensed his presence, Debra rose her knees, touching a bruise on his chin. Hilmar groaned with pain; then, he grabbed the skirt and gave it a hard yank, so the seams tore, and it came off, revealing Debra was wearing white, garterless stockings with lacy tops and white French knickers with frills.

»Next time you try such a stunt, it costs you your entire clothes, Missy!«

Marcus had to chuckle at Hilmar’s performance, but oppressed it and instead loosened the belts around Debra’s upper body. Then, he hissed in what he hoped was his most threatening voice:

»Now, hold still, or you’ll regret it!«

Whilst Hilmar grabbed her arms, he untied her wrists. Then, they ripped her costume jacket and blouse from her, leaving her in her white bustier. They retied her wrists behind the backrest, and Hilmar gathered the torn clothes and threw them into the water. Marcus pointed at the woman’s hooded head, but Hilmar shook his head.

»She hasn’t seen you yet!«

So, they only removed the tape over her mouth and rolled up the pantyhose, so Marcus could untie the scarf between Debra’s lips. Before he removed the gag from her mouth, Hilmar said:

»Now, if you scream, we will regag you immediately, and also strip you naked! We just want some answers!«

Debra grunted something that could be read as an agreement, and so, Hilmar plucked the sodden panties from her mouth, ready to press the wad against her lips if Brenda tried to scream. The blonde panted and put out her tongue in disgust, then took some of the water Marcus held to her lips.

»Phew, were these – were these panties? You bastards!«

»Just a glimpse of what will happen if you refuse to cooperate! Now, you know who we are?«

Marcus had to admit that Hilmar grew into the role. Not only did he play the cliché villain, he also had put his question in a way that Debra would perhaps spill a few beans.

She turned her blindfolded eyes towards Hilmar.

»You are the guy that bought the camisole – the one who later distracted Salvatore!«

»If it makes you feel better, he landed a few punches on me! However, that’s not the reason you are here – nor is the camisole!«

Debra licked her lips, and the two men could almost see the cogs rotate in her head. Then, she asked:

»Did Shannon send you?«

Marcus opened his mouth, but Hilmar stopped him.

»What makes you think so, Debra?«

It somehow felt natural to Hilmar to brush over his captive’s cheek, so Debra twitched back. However, her answer was calm:

»The Police would have arrested me in a more – civilized way, and if you were from my Southern partners, you’d speak proper Italian, though with a terrible dialect! So, Shannon’s the only one whom I recently had problems with. By the way, where is she?«

Hilmar considered using the old phrase of »We are asking the questions here!«, but he had to cope with the new information: so, Debra was facing problems with both the Police and the Mafia! And Shannon also wasn’t just the nice woman that had randomly stumbled into them!

»Shannon will come later!«, Marcus assisted, »As you may guess, she’s quite angry about what you’ve done!«

It was a shot in the dark, but he hoped that Debra would tell them something that brought some light into the kidnappings of Marlene, Silvana and Mariko. Debra took a deep breath before she answered:

»Is it because I wanted to teach her a lesson in humility? Now, she has turned the tables to humiliate me?«

Debra sounded matter-of-factly, but they noticed a slight trembling in her voice. Again, Marcus and Hilmar exchanged a confused look. Soundlessly, Marcus asked what to do next, and Hilmar shrugged before he forced himself to sound like the criminal he pretended to be:

»That’s all for now! Now, open wide!«

Debra shuddered and then, she pleaded:

»D-do you really have to gag me?«

»We can’t take any risks!«

This at least was true, for the boathouse was surrounded by similar sheds, and they had no idea how many boat owners had escaped from the Carnival to do some necessary repairments. Debra gulped and asked:

»Do you have to use – those again?«

She couldn’t point or look at the wad of two panties, but Hilmar understood what she was referring to. He hesitated, but Marcus, who had encountered women being panty-gagged – who had even been forced to gag one by himself – was sure that Shannon had not sent them the panties without a reason. Such a gag was humiliating, and obviously, the mysterious woman insisted on that.

»Don’t blame us – it’s Shannon’s order!«

Debra seemed to accept her fate, but as Hilmar approached her mouth with the gag, she asked:

»I-if it has t-to be – panties – couldn’t you use m-mine instead?«

That took the two men off-guard. In their perplexed silence, Debra added, blushing:

»It would still be humiliating, but less – disgusting!«

Hilmar let his eyes wander over Debra’s French knickers, and Marcus said with a hoarse voice:

»We – we can’t free your wrists!«

»I know!«, Debra croaked. With a sigh, Hilmar loosened the belts around her knees and ankles. Once the second belt had come off, Debra raised her knee. At the same time, she jumped up, getting her wrists over the backrest.

»Help! He-«

Marcus tried to grab her, but somehow, the blindfolded Debra managed to dodge him. Again, she yelled, and then, she ran away from his voice. Hilmar had come to his feet: by sheer luck, Debra had hit his black eye, and now, it was filled with tears, allowing him only to see with the other one. He grabbed Debra’s shoulder, and she tried to kick him.

»Heeuummphh!«

Now, Marcus had slung his arm around her from behind, whilst he pressed his other arm over her mouth. Debra’s teeth hurt his biceps, but he kept her in a vice grip as the woman gurgled and frantically flailed her legs. Once more, she kicked Hilmar, before he managed to grab her ankles. Still, Debra twitched and squirmed, whilst she was trying to pinch Marcus and to work her mouth free.

Together, they could keep Debra under control until Hilmar had reapplied the belts around her knees and ankles, buckling them tight. Then, he grabbed the two pairs of damp panties from the floor and balled them up. Marcus, who knew that this wasn’t the moment to be gentle, forced her onto her knees and when Hilmar stood ready, he withdrew his arm. Debra filled her lungs with air to scream; at that very moment, Hilmar forced the gag deep into her oral cavity, so her attempted cry was choked to a gurgle. Pressing the back of her head against Marcus’ lap, he crammed the panties as deep as he could. Then, he tied a thick knot into the scarf, pressing that on top of her gag before he tightly tied it off at her nape. The gag was enforced by some ten rounds of tape, before the pantyhose was again pulled over her lower face and the legs knotted around her neck.

»Mhhrrrmmm! Uuhmmm!«

»You should have thought of that before you pulled that stunt, Missy!«, Hilmar hissed as he used another belt to lash her elbows together. Debra knelt there, panting, her thrust out chest heaving. Hilmar still seemed to be in rage as he now grabbed the cleavage of her bustier. With a brutal yank, he tore the flimsy material, exposing her breasts.

Marcus didn’t like treating their captive that way, but they had to play their role convincingly, and in addition, it was essential that they kept Debra from again trying to escape. So, he went for an electric cable winch and let down a hook attached to the cable. It was meant for lifting an engine or other heavy things, but now, he hooked it through Debra’s wrist bonds. As he then pressed the button, the hook went up, forcing Debra to get to her feet. He didn’t stop until she had to balance on the tips of her toes, with her upper body bent forward and her arms pointing to the ceiling. It was an uncomfortable position, and Marcus decided to lower her down a bit after a few minutes.

Hilmar, pressing a piece of the bustier on his still hurting eye, stepped towards Marcus and whispered in German:

»We have to punish her! But if I do it, I can’t promise that I keep myself under control!«

Marcus grimaced, but then, thinking of Silvana, he nodded. He approached Debra from behind and grabbed the waistband of her knickers. She mewed as he pulled them down to her knee ties; then, he spanked her buttocks, forcing himself to hit hard enough the woman squealed and her butt reddened. After ten strikes, he stopped and, not bothering to pull her knickers back in place, he said:

»Next time, we will be less gentle!«

Then, as if to assure himself he now had taken that path, he took a photo of Debra’s predicament and sent it to the kidnapper that obviously was Shannon:

»We have got her! Now, let’s swap!«

***

»And the winner is-«

Shannon had picked up the clothespin that had finally flown from Marlene’s nipple. She drummed on the edge of the chair’s backrest to raise the tension, but she had to wait until her captives had managed to catch breath before they could listen to her.

It had not been Marlene’s fault that the game had lasted several minutes, but the clothespins were new and had strong springs, so they bit hard into her soft buds. Erik had tickled her sides with glee, brushing from her armpits to her hips in long strokes, or playfully poking her sides. Marlene had squealed, twitched and spasmed, fluttering with her knees and wetting the seat without even noticing it. Erik took care she just didn’t faint, but he also drove her close to that point repeatedly.

Since the others had their knees tied to Marlene’s, they were forced to join in her frantic wriggling. For Mariko, this included an irritating and humiliating ride on her ass hook, but Silvana was also clad with sweat and panting as finally one of the clothespins flew from Marlene’s bouncing boobs, with the other one still biting into her nipple.

Shannon now looked at the clothespin and announced:

»Mariko! As said, the winner will be allowed to play with Marlene, but before that, we will take care of Silvana!«

Indeed, it was Silvana’s name written on the clothespin in her hand. The exhausted girl’s knees were released and the zip tie around her big toes cut. Silvana half staggered, half was carried by Erik and Shannon who now led her to the bathroom and dumped her onto the toilet seat. Still too groggy to even feel embarrassed, she relieved herself under their prying eyes, then was led back into the living room where Erik kept her arm grabbed whilst Shannon fetched an incredible number of plastic bags. Her chair was placed a bit away from her co-captives, and she was allowed to sit down. Shannon now produced a roll of thin cord and sat on another chair, so she could put Silvana’s lower legs onto her knees.

She started by tying her big toes together once again, cinching the cord, before methodically working upwards. She tied her feet together at the insteps, then tied her ankles, midways between her ankles and knees, and above and below her knees. Two more cords tied her thighs, the last one only inches below her crotch. Each rope was pulled tight and cinched. Then, Silvana was forced to stand up, and the girl mewed as she had to tense her muscles and the bonds felt even tighter.

Erik had stepped behind her and held her upright by his hands cupping her boobs, but Silvana was more fascinated by Shannon who now used a roll of transparent saran wrap to tightly wrap it around her legs. This was then further enforced by an additional layer of white duct tape. Now, Silvana’s legs had been reduced to one, barely bendable one.

Now, Erik had to let her breasts go, but only to spread her arms from her body. Shannon now wrapped her torso with saran wrap, from her waist to below her breasts. She took care to leave out her belly button with the sapphire, but she pulled the layers extremely tight, and when she had added the white tape above, Silvana knew how a corset must feel. Whenever she took a breath, the wrappings proved their vice grip, and her chest heaved, even though she was just standing.

»Not quite a wasp waist, but close!«, Shannon joked, playfully patting Silvana’s buttocks. Then, she cut the zip tie around her wrists, but left the one tying her elbows in place. Shannon now produced two white silk stockings and pulled them over Silvana’s hands, up to her elbows, like some opera gloves. Then, the girl had to make fists and Shannon wrapped her hands and lower arms with the white tape, pulling it so tight that when she was finished, Silvana realized she couldn’t move her fingers at all.

When she then cut her elbow tie, the girl’s arms dangled down. She didn’t even try to beat at her captors, knowing it would only have ended with her toppling over. Instead, she ached with relief as at least, the strain on her shoulders was gone, and she no longer had to thrust out her boobs.

Shannon now took four long, thin white leather belts. One of these, she slung over Silvana’s left shoulder and below her right breast before buckling it between her shoulder blades. The second went over her right shoulder and below her left breast, so the two belts crossed between her boobs and chaffed the base of them. The third belt was then threaded over the junction before Silvana had to cross her wrists above, so Shannon could tie them with the belt. She took care that her lower arms didn’t cover her breasts, but just uplift them. Silvana got a reflection of herself in the balcony door, and she knew she now resembled a mummy, though some parts were uncovered – especially all those she would have loved to be covered.

The last strap was threaded through her elbows and fastened behind her back, so her arms were immobilized and more tension was added. Now, Erik walked around her and admired Shannon’s work. He brushed through the girl’s pubic hair and chuckled as all she could do was blushing and wriggling a bit.

»Some parts of her bondage, I will only add when we go to our meeting with the boys, but I think one thing, we can put on her now, too!«

Said thing was a leather contraption she now buckled around Silvana’s neck. It was a white leather collar, but very stiff and it went up to the back of her head, her cheeks and chin. To her horror, Silvana realized she no longer could move her head, and it also prevented her from moving her jaw.

»Ghhmmph! Mmhhmmph!«

»I consider that a compliment!«, Shannon laughed. She and Erik transported the stiff bundle into the bedroom where she was leaned against the wall, so she could look at the bed. She noticed some coiled ropes and an iron hook above the bed, and she mewed faintly. Shannon brushed over her cheek.

»These are for your friends, Silvie! As said, we want to play with them a little before we have to go to the meeting, but of course, you will be allowed to watch! We may be criminals, but we don’t want you to feel bored!«

They left, and Silvana was forced to wait still and quiet as she had to listen to some faint, but terrible sounds: Shannon’s phoney laughter and Marlene’s embarrassed groaning as the brunette commented on her having peed on her seat; the smacking sounds of some spanks, obviously meant as a punishment for »not being potty trained«; Mariko’s high-pitched mews and sighs as she was released; her muffled laughter, followed by a lapping: Erik and Shannon had brought her to the bathroom and tickled her until she peed, despite the two watching.

So, Silvana was in quite a mess already when her friends were hopping into the bedroom, led by Shannon and Erik. In their case, they had left their big toes tied, so they didn’t try to escape or to kick them. With horror, Silvana saw that Mariko still sported the anal hook, whilst Marlene’s nipple was still crowned by the clothespin.

»Now, we will play another little game – and you may like to hear that this time, there will only be winners!«

***