Venetian Carnival 11

Since the other boat obviously was motorized, Marcus and Hilmar stopped rowing and waited. Both were filled with hope, fear for the girls, and also some disappointment: just doing what the kidnappers said and then calling the Police was quite the opposite of heroic, and it would deny them the satisfaction of punishing the criminals.

When the other boat was still some 50 yards away, it stopped, and a flashlight went on, pointing at them. It wasn’t a spotlight, and so, the men weren’t blinded, but they could see hardly anything of the other boat. The light wandered over the raft on which Debra was still writhing and moaning, and then, they could hear a common female voice:

»Okay, you have surpassed yourselves! Now, loosen the raft and pull back 100 yards! Once you see the blue light get out, you may fetch your reward!«

»What guarantees us you are keeping your word – Shannon?«, Hilmar shouted back. Obviously, Shannon wasn’t surprised he had found out about her name, and she replied in a quiet, almost friendly tone:

»Nothing! But if you keep Debra, you won’t win very much, so, you have no choice but to trust me – expect the worst, hope the best!«

Hilmar clenched his fist, but he had to admit that Shannon was right. Even if they pulled back, taking Debra with them, they would have gained nothing. With a curse, he loosened the rope holding the raft, and he and Marcus slowly rowed away.

In the dark, they could only see a black silhouette approach the raft. There seemed to be some rummaging, and the pole to which Debra was tied swayed around, but then, the raft slowly grew smaller, and the blue light went out.

They only had the torch of Marcus’ phone that reached for only a few yards, and so, Marcus cowered in the bow, looking for anything that resembled the kidnapped girls, whilst Hilmar rowed the boat, also trying to look and listen for any signs of Marlene, Mariko and Silvana.

»There!«

In front of them, he spotted something. It looked like a raft. Now, Marcus felt a wave of relief and hope: at least, they had left them with something!

However, even before they could see any details, they realized one thing: there was only one person on the raft that looked like a wooden door with some cork blocks tied underneath. Marcus’ phone vibrated, and he looked at the message from Shannon:

»A blonde for a blonde, sounds fair to me! Don’t worry, I will tell M & M it wasn’t your fault, and that you truly miss them!«

Hilmar grew pale and he almost dropped the oars, but Marcus now concentrated on the only positive aspect of the message:

»Silvie! Silvana!«

Now, he could see more details of the raft: on it, the parody of an Egyptian mummy was lying, with her hands crossed in front of her chest, not covering her bare, ample breasts, the nipples adorned with small white tassels. The head, her belly, and her entire legs were covered with white bandages, and whilst her hips were bare, her crotch was covered by a white cloth. The woman didn’t move, except for a weak fluttering of her unbound toes and the heaving of her chest. Otherwise, it seemed that she just followed the moving of the raft.

Marcus’ fear that Silvana might fall off seemed unfounded as he now saw that she was tied to the raft by some cable binders, but this also meant that they could not get her into the boat without risking to drown her. He once again yelled Silvana’s name, but again, there was no reaction, though she was definitely alive.

»We must tie her to the boat and get her back to the shore!«

Hilmar seemed to wake up from a bad dream, but then, he helped Marcus in tying a rope to the swaying raft. He didn’t even dare to touch her, but now, he could hear a faint noise, a chortle and some humming. Once the rope was fixed, he sat beside Hilmar and they rowed back.

Marcus didn’t know what to say. Silvana was alive, though still thoroughly bound, gagged and blindfolded, but Hilmar had still no sign of life from Marlene or Mariko. So, he didn’t dare to feel joy, since Hilmar had lost everything.

***

For Silvana, it had indeed been like a journey on some mystic river. Unable to move, blindfolded and with her ears tightly sealed, she had lost all count of time after a few minutes, and the vibrators buzzing inside her vagina and her rear also didn’t help the matter. The surface she was lying upon was soft at first, but then, she was grabbed and placed on something hard. She hardly realized the zip ties applied to her, for at that point, she was completely lost in her own world.

Silvana could breathe, but each bit of air went through a filter consisting of a silk scarf and two pairs of used panties, so, she was getting enough oxygen not to choke, but she already felt a bit dizzy, and she feared that she would faint. Her new underground seemed to slightly bob and sway, and she felt as if she was drifting into the sunset on some surreal raft. She tried to move, but there wasn’t much her stringent bondage allowed. Her big toes were tied, so she could only wriggle her other toes, or flutter a bit with her feet. Her arms and legs were immovable, her body was fixed to the board she was lying upon, and she couldn’t move her heavily packed head at all. All she could do was breathe – and wriggle her hips a bit.

Silvana slightly rocked her pelvis, her butt grinding over the wood, as this not only was the only way to not lie entirely still, but also, the irritation caused by the two vibrators had turned into heavy irritations. Her sense of seeing and hearing was gone, her sense of tasting reduced to the womanhood of the previous wearer of the panties stuffing her mouth. Her smelling sense could only get musty air and the arousal of her friends, and so, her sense of feeling became almighty inside her. There were different sources of pain, the worst the clamps biting into her nipples, but there, between her legs and inside her anus, was something else: a soft buzzing, sending shivers through her loins, and slowly building up to a blissful wave of joy.

Silvana knew that she should resist it, that this was a way of humiliating her further. However, she had already been defeated, since Erik had made her climax. Now, it was just the same, and in addition, it was the only way out of a dark, silent world of pain and fear.

As on keyword, a tingle radiated through her crotch, met with the electric strays shooting through her rear, and Silvana reared up the little she could, feeling how the cloth holding the intruders inside her pushed the vibrator a little deeper. She repeated the move, and now, it seemed that the vibrations had grown a bit stronger. Silvana let out a deep groan, audible to her only as a vibration deep down in her throat.

Pictures appeared in front of her blindfolded eyes: appealing pictures of Marcus bending over her. He seemed to look concerned, but at the same time, she felt that he still loved her, wanted her. Silvana panted, and the clamps bit harder into her nipples. However, the little pain somehow added to her arousal, and she accelerated her moves.

***

»That went pretty well!«

Erik stopped the boat, now they were less than half a mile away from Venice. From the small ice box, he produced two small bottles of beer.

»It’s not quite Champaign, but if I let you choose your bottle, you perhaps won’t suspect me of trying to poison you!«

He held both bottles to Shannon, who had changed into a tight, black catsuit that showed her shapely figure. The brunette took one, and they toasted, both to themselves and towards the raft they were pulling behind their boat.

»What will you do to her?«, Erik asked, pointing at Debra, »will you see if she gets along with the little Japanese?«

»Not quite«, Shannon replied, »Do you see the Lido over there?«

She pointed over his shoulder, and Erik turned around. He could indeed see the shadow of an island at the horizon, but then, he suddenly felt a pain in his butt, and he staggered forward. Painfully, his shins hit the railing, and then, he fell overboard.

Erik was a considerably good swimmer, and he came back to the surface like a cork, spitting out some of the brackish water. With disbelief, he looked up at the boat, realizing that Shannon had started the engine.

»It was nice playing with you, but you were a toy, maybe a tool, but no partner! Now, to show you I am fair, I will leave the little Japanese to you!«

Erik wanted to shout something, but Shannon just told him to mind his head. Indeed, he had to dive to avoid getting hit by the raft, and when he came back to the surface, he could see that Shannon was vanishing into the dark. He oppressed his urge to shake his fist like a cartoon villain and concentrated on swimming.

***

The long, thin island of Lido di Venezia not only protected Venice from the open water, but in the summer, it was a crowded beach. Now, its shore lay empty, though during the Carnival, the hotels were quite filled with tourists.

Shannon held for the inner side of Lido, stopping some 100 yards away from the shore. She then pulled the raft close to the boat, so she could have a look at Debra who was now shivering in the cool air, her nipples standing out, and she had goosebumps all over her skin.

»A lesson in humility, hm? Now, look at you now!«

»Hrrrmmm! Uuhmmm!«

Debra squirmed in her bonds, but there was no give in them. She would remain with her arms raised above her head, her legs spread widely, and with an agonizing crotch rope bisecting her crotch. She was naked except for her white lacy stockings and her knickers, though the latter were pulled over her head.

»Look, Debra, before you tried to fool me, you were a capable handler, and so, your punishment won’t be harder than a little lesson in humility, too. Maybe, you will catch a cold when waiting for the morning, but the waves will get you to the shore, and in a few hours, some early jogger or someone cleaning the coast will see you! At breakfast time, you will be save and warm, having lost nothing but your dignity. Oh, and maybe, some people will take a few photos of you before they release you! But don’t worry, the internet never forgets, but the users have short memories!«

Again, Debra screamed into her gag, and Shannon added:

»I hope you like the taste of your gag! After all, I wore those panties during my burglaries! So, you may enjoy the taste of passion and crime – maybe, it helps you to keep you warm!«

Shannon’s laughter drowned Debra’s frantic moans, and the brunette started the engine, leaving Debra behind. Sure, Debra would, once she had recovered, send her henchmen after her, or maybe even the Police, but Shannon had decided that her Venetian days were over anyway. Now, all she had to do was to get back and pack a few things before she would leave.

»At least, I had some fun before it ended!«, she thought as she steered for her apartment, »Some fun and a little revenge!«.

***

Marcus couldn’t believe what he was seeing on the raft close behind them: first, he had thought that it was just the moving of the waves, but this sexy mummy, a mummy he only had recognized as Silvana from her breasts, was also rocking her hips, getting faster and faster. It was little more than a twitching, stringently restrained as she was, but now, as they got closer to the boathouse and the light they had left on reached them, he could also see that Silvana was glistering with sweat, and that the cloth between her legs was wet, too.

»Is she doing what I think she’s doing?«, Hilmar whispered. Marcus licked his lips, equally fascinated and appalled.

»Maybe, you shouldn’t be staring!«

However, they both could not take their eyes from the trussed up girl that now thrust out her pelvis and made small, chortling sounds, getting faster and faster, until she seemed to stiffen, only to get limp afterwards. A light breeze sent some of the fragrance to the men, taking the last remnants of doubt about what they had just witnessed.

Hilmar shook as if he was shivering, trying to distract himself from Silvana’s plight. Then, he reached for the ladder leading to the platform and said:

»I think you can handle freeing her alone now!«

Marcus looked puzzled.

»What do you mean?«

Hilmar climbed up the ladder.

»I mean that I won’t sit here on my ass whilst these thugs have their way with Marlene and Mariko! And since you will have to take care of Silvie, I will go on my own! They are not expecting me yet – and I am gonna take full advantage of that!«

Marcus followed him up the latter.

»What do you have in mind? Jog to her apartment? It’s some ten miles!«

Hilmar showed a wolfish grin and pointed at the bike.

»Did Erik leave the keys?«. Marcus asked.

»No! But I haven’t studied Electrical Engineering for nothing!«

He looked through Erik’s tools and then turned his attention to the bike. Marcus grabbed some pincers and a cardboard cutter and went back into the boat, pulling the raft to which Silvana was tied close aside.

»Now, where shall I start?«

Now, he could make out more details of Silvana’s bondage. The girl was not only tied up and wrapped in tape, but also fixed to the raft by some cable binders fixing her to the raft. If he cut these, he risked that the girl slid into the water if she moved. Again, he called her name, but there was no reaction. Either, she had fainted, or she had her ears plugged under the tape hood.

He looked at her middle, and the cloth had now become transparent, showing him not only a glimpse of her pubic hair, but also the end of something round, cylindrical shoved into her pussy: the vibrator, still buzzing.

Marcus bent over her, getting an even more intense douse of her fragrance, and loosened the tight belt around her waist, so he could remove the vibrator. As he pulled out the buzzing toy, the girl twitched, and when he saw her hot, swollen clit and labia, he felt a tingle in his loins, though he knew that he had to concentrate on other priorities.

He then managed to open the neck collar and removed it. Silvana’s bandaged head moved, and he now could hear a faint moan. Then, there was a much louder sound: Hilmar had managed to start the bike. Quickly, Marcus climbed up again, seeing how Hilmar looked through the tools, choosing a hammer, a crowbar and a small axe. As he noticed Marcus, he said:

»Don’t try to stop me!«

Marcus hesitated. Even with the element of surprise, Hilmar would still have two guns against him. However, he could understand that he didn’t want to remain actionless. Then, he suddenly had another idea.

»I will follow you asap! Just let’s do a little swap before!«

He handed his phone to Hilmar, who in exchange gave his car keys to Marcus. None of them spoke out what they both knew: if Hilmar failed, at least Marcus would be able to return to Germany. They quickly hugged, and then, Hilmar drove off, whilst Marcus returned to Silvana. Carefully, he cut the tape around her head, allowing him to pull away the stocking hood. Still, her head seemed packed by numerous cloths, but now, a pair of blue eyes blinked at him, tearful, but obviously, she was awake. Relieved, he whispered her name whilst he loosened the scarf tied over her mouth and nose. Then, he could remove the two pairs of panties hooding her, both damp and smelling of sweat and female arousal. He tossed them into the boat when he recognized her ears being stuffed with some clay.

»Okay, then, I can tell the nicest things for nothing!«

He peeled away the clay and then took out the plugs. Silvana mewed and squeezed her eyes shut: obviously, even the small sounds in the boathouse now sounded like an entire train.

Marcus now unwrapped the bandage from her mouth and peeled away the tape sealing her lips. Finally, he could pull the two completely sodden pairs of panties from her mouth. Silvana panted and some drool ran down on her cheek, but Marcus just kissed her. After some time to regain a little strength, she kissed him back. When he withdrew, she croaked:

»Butt«

»No ›buts‹, sweet Silvie!«, he answered and smiled. Silvana managed to smile a little, and, blushing, she whispered:

»Butt plug!«

It took Marcus a few moments to understand, but then, he pushed his hand under her butt and managed to remove the still buzzing smaller vibrator from her rear. Silvana let out a sigh of relief – something she also did as he removed the clamps from her nipples.

It still took several minutes, but finally, he had freed the girl completely and had even managed to get her onto the platform where she now was lying, her head embedded on his lap, too weak to even cry. Marcus instilled her some water and caressed her, but when he had the feeling that Silvana had relaxed a bit, he said:

»Do you think you can stay here alone for a while? Just a few hours?«

Silvana gasped and sat up.

»What? Why?«

He grabbed her shoulders and said:

»I will walk over the bridge, to the car park, and get Hilmar’s car! Then, I come back and pick you up! I am sure there’s a blanket or something like that in the trunk!«

Silvana shook her head. Then, she gulped and cleared her throat before she replied:

»I am coming with you!«

Marcus kissed her, but he insisted:

»You need a rest, and besides, you don’t even have any clothes!«

He didn’t mention the pile of panties all of whom were damp, and none of them belonged to Silvana. The girl grinned wryly.

»I thought you like me that way! Anyway«, her expression grew serious again, »Marlene’s my best friend now – and we have gone to quite some ordeals, even before you and I have met!«

She then added an idea how they could save some precious time, and so, Marcus gave up his resistance.

Once Marcus had packed a few things, they left the boathouse. It took Silvana two attempts to get to her feet, and she needed Marcus’ assistance to stagger towards the door. The strains of the last hours, including two forced orgasms, were taking their toll, and she nearly collapsed. But she persisted, and once outside, she breathed:

»Now, hold my hands!«

He obeyed, expecting a kiss, but Silvana just crouched and peed. Blushing, but grinning, she said:

»Sorry, but if you want something more romantic, you may carry me up to the street in your strong arms!«

***

Hilmar had owned a scooter when he had been in his teens, and so, he technically knew how to ride a bigger bike, too. However, there was a considerable difference between a scooter with 5 hp and a bike with 80, and in addition, he was not in the mood to ride slow or carefully. The bike repeatedly bucked in the curves, but he managed to get onto the bridge to Venice where he spotted a Police car. It was a routine control, but since he was speeding, and wearing no helmet, the Carabiniere raised his signal and stepped onto the road. Hilmar responded by honking and flashing the high beam, causing the Policeman to jump away from the approaching vehicle.

»Sending Policemen to the ground almost becomes a habit!«, he thought. They sure would follow him now, but he was sure he could avoid them in the narrow streets of Venice.

To get to Shannon’s house, he had to pass several bridges and narrow lanes, reducing his speed and causing dozens of people to shout after him. On more than one occasion, he barely managed to avoid a crash, but then, he finally had reached the street. There, some 30 yards away, he could spot Shannon. She had put on a light coat, so only her legs were visible, and the catsuit looked as if she was wearing a leggings. She saw the man on the bike and recognized him the moment he pointed at her and shouted her name.

Like a knight in a movie, Hilmar reached for the axe and raised it. However, to do so, he only held the handlebar with his left, and the machine suddenly swerved. He tried to get it under control again, but he only managed to do so by dropping the axe – which, due to his impetus, made it fly through the air, slightly wounding a bystander.

»Fuuuck!«

The bike crashed into a protruding pillar, and when Hilmar fell off, he bumped into a trash can. Cursing, he got up, dusting his clothes and more than surprised that he was uninjured, except for a few bruises. He looked for Shannon, but she had gone. Then, he saw several people stare at him, some fearful, others angry. From the other end of the road, he could hear the approaching siren of a Police car or bike.

The other end of the alley was free, except for two men. Hilmar raised his crowbar and wielded it as he ran into that direction, causing the men to jump out of his way. He then turned into another alley and ran until he was sure he had escaped.

Panting, and now feeling his bruises, he leaned against the wall. Suddenly, he had to remind a scene some 25 years ago, when they had read Tennison’s »Charge of the Light Brigade« in his English class. Hilmar, always interested in military history, had read about the historical background and wondered why the great poet had turned an idiotic cavalry attack against an artillery position into a tale of heroism and bravery.

Now, he could understand the urge to do so, since he had tried to be brave, and ended up acting like a fool and failing miserably.

***

Shannon had used the distraction caused by Hilmar to sneak into her house, almost getting run over by a few children from the floor below hers who wanted to look at the crash on the street. So, this Hilmar had managed to get Erik’s bike ready and get to her almost in time. If he had had a real weapon, or if he had acted more cold-blooded, this could have been a problem, but now, he would not dare to approach her house within the next few hours – and Shannon intended to have left Venice forever by then.

She wondered where Marcus was. But he was definitely not here, and the door of her apartment was alarm-protected. Shannon inspected the door, it showed no sign that anyone had tried to get inside since her departure. She sneaked inside, closed the door again and once the alarm had been reactivated, she let out a sigh of relief. Whoever could be dangerous was now outside.

»Now, all I have to do is some packing, and then, I can leave this apartment forever! Luckily, I only rented it!«

When she and Erik had prepared for their meeting with Hilmar and Marcus, she could not have taken the suitcase with those jewels she had stolen and not sold to Debra with her, but now, she was ready to start a new chapter in her life, with some half a million on her.

There was a knocking at the door, and Shannon quickly looked through the peephole, expecting it to be Marcus, or maybe even Erik. However, it were three Italian men, one of them sporting a bruise on his temple. Shannon frowned: these were no Policemen. Then, she recognized the one with the bruise: it was Salvatore, Debra’s bodyguard.

»How did they find my apartment so fast?«

Even if Debra had been detected, it was impossible that she had found out about her house so quick. Anyway, this was not the time to wonder. She emptied the suitcase’s content into a small backpack so she had her hands free, then, she tied a smoke grenade to the doorknob. Salvatore and his henchmen now were knocking and kicking at her door, and if they managed to break through the heavy oak, they would get a little surprise.

Knowing the door would buy her another two or three minutes, whilst the noise and commotion caused by Salvatore would distract the other tenants, she entered her balcony and had climbed down the drainpipe in less than 30 seconds. After balancing on a narrow cornice for a few yards, she had reached a passage that would get her to the boat; not her own, but another one Erik had organized for his own escape, when they had still been playing in the same team.

»I hope this fool has thought of fuelling the tank!«, she thought as she looked around before soundlessly getting aboard after she had loosened the mooring ropes. Then, she reached under the instrument panel, where Erik had hidden the keys.

»Ouch!«

She twitched as something pricked her finger. It felt like a thorn or a needle, and she inspected her fingertip. There was a little drop of blood, but what was worse was that it was feeling numb – a numbness wandering into her hand.

»What the-«

She reached under the panel with her left, producing a small syringe. It was empty, and she realized that whatever had been in it now was in her veins.

The numbness had reached her right elbow, and now, a sudden dizziness added to it. Shannon staggered, and she had to sit down on the railing. As she heard a sound, she spun around, an action that caused her to land on her backside. A black shadow stood in the boat, smelling from salt and mud. It was Erik, and he grinned down on her.

»If you are asking yourself what mistake you made, I will name you all three of them – after you have woken up again, and before I get rid of you!«

Shannon kicked into his direction, but it was a weak move, and he easily dodged her. She opened her mouth, feeling some saliva run down her chin when whatever she wanted to say came out as an unintelligible croak. Then, everything went black, and she collapsed on the planks.

***

Enrico Pasquarelli yawned. Working as a baker had some aspects he hadn’t gotten used to since he had started the work, and one aspect was that he had to start working at 3 am. It was hard for a young man like him, and it was even harder if he had partied with his friends, like the day before.

Now, he was steering his Fiat 500 towards Venice. The car may have cult status, but it was also slow and he could only listen to a few radio programs, since it also lacked a proper stereo equipment. Enrico once again yawned, but it turned into a surprised gasp.

There, in front of him, a woman was leaning on one of the mile posts – a blonde woman, and she was stark naked! Enrico wiped his eyes, asking himself if his friends had mixed something into his beer, but the woman was still there. Enrico stepped on the brake and now, the woman weakly raised her hand, as if she was waving. Then, she sank down to the grass.

»Porco dio!«

He jumped out of his car and ran towards her. Perhaps, she had been assaulted, and she definitely needed his help.

»Un momento, Signorina-«

He couldn’t finish his offering of help, for now, something hit his head. Enrico collapsed on the road, and Marcus dropped the iron bar. He had wrapped it with some cloth to soften the blow, but he still felt guilty for having beaten an innocent man.

Silvana got up from the ground and cuddled against him. It had been her idea, but now, she also felt bad for what they had just done. However, they had no time to think about it.

Marcus quickly looked after the man who now turned out to be a boy of hardly 20. He would wake up with some headaches, maybe had even a concussion, but he was breathing steadily. Quickly, he rummaged through his pockets, taking the man’s cell phone. It was blocked, but since it had a finger scan, he could use the unconscious Enrico’s index finger to unblock it.

He left the man’s wallet untouched, but before they left, he had scribbled a few lines on a note he had put into Enrico’s hand:

»Sorry, this was an emergency! Erik von Peters!«

Silvana had climbed onto the backseat where she had found a discarded football shirt. She was still naked from the waist down, but now, she could at least show herself in the car window without raising too much suspicion.

»Now, we have two cars, though this one isn’t really meant for car chases! Silvie, can you try to call Hilmar?«

He handed the phone to her and told her his number. The phone rang for several times, and Silvana was about to end the call when there suddenly was a whispered »Hello?«

»Hilmar? We are on our way to Venice and should be there within the next 30 minutes! Can you come to the parking garage, to your car?«

Marcus watched Silvana’s face in the back mirror as she listened to Hilmar’s answer, carefully noticing how her expression turned from curious over concerned to worried. When she had ended the call, she told him:

»He said something about fucking motorbikes, and that he can’t speak louder, for he is currently hiding from both the Police and an angry mob! I mean, he may exaggerate a bit, but obviously, he is now in some narrow gate, hiding behind a dustbin! He says that there is still too much commotion, and he can’t risk leaving his hideout! However, he also said that he has seen Shannon enter her apartment, so, at least she’s still in Venice!«

»Trust me, I’m an engineer!«, Marcus scoffed. Then, he stopped the car and turned towards Silvana who looked at him questioningly. He couldn’t help noticing that the shirt was too tight for her ample boobs, and that it ended way up her nude middle.

»Now, what shall we do now?«

***