Robbery at Veronika’s
The home of Veronika
Mueller
11 am
Olga was
checking through her schedule for the rest of the day when she heard the front
door bell ring. As the housekeeper, it
was her responsibility to ensure the house was ready for anything, and well
maintained. Miss Mueller trusted her
with this task, and she enjoyed doing it.
The young
blonde was wearing a short sleeved white blouse under a black tank top, a small
Celtic cross hanging round her neck on a silver chain, and a grey skirt with a
thin black leather belt that came to below her knees. The hem covered the top of her soft leather
boots – Miss Muller insisted on her staff wearing such footwear, but given she
loved the feel of leather on her legs she had no problem with that.
She made her
way across the hallway from her little office, wondering who was calling. Perhaps a delivery for Miss
Mueller, or perhaps something else?
Opening the
door, she smiled and said “Good morning, how can I...”
“Inside,” the
man said as he and the other two walked in.
They were smartly dressed, wearing tailored suits, crisply pressed white
shirts and black ties, the polish on their black leather shoes putting the
shine on Olga’s own black boots to shame.
That wasn’t what was engaging Olga’s mind however – what was the Mauser in the gloved hand of the man, as one of his friends
closed the door behind them.
“Where is
Miss Mueller?”
“She... She is out at a meeting,” Olga said, “and
will not be back for some time.”
“Who else is
in residence?”
“Marta,
the cook.”
“We’ll get to
her in a few minutes,” the man said. “B,
please disable the alarm. You will take
C and me to the front room.”
“Of course,
A” one of the other two men said as A waved the gun to the door, Olga nodding
as they entered the drawing room of the house.
The room was tastefully furnished, with a long Ottoman taking pride of
place.
“Hands
behind your back.”
Olga knew to
resist would cause more problems, so she put her hands behind her, trying not
to show her anxiety as she felt the rope rubbing on her bare wrists, the man
called C having taken it from a bag before winding it around and between her
crossed wrists.
She then
heard him draw something else from the bag, before a band of rope was passed
over her head, and she felt C drawing her arms into her sides, the rope wound
above and below her chest before it was taken under one arm, around the back of
her neck and under the other arm.
She knew she
would not be able to escape from this, as A said “Lie down on the Ottoman, make
yourself comfortable – you’re going to be here for a little while.”
“I have your
word you will not harm us?”
“You have my
word,” A said as Olga lay on her side, watching as he crossed and secured her
ankles together with more rope, and then lifted her skirt back before securing
her legs below her knees, the rope sitting on top of her boots.
Folding the
skirt back, he smiled as he said “open your mouth please.”
Olga
complied, feeling the sponge expand and press her tongue down as he pushed it into
the space, and then the pull on her skin as he smoothed strips of medical tape
over her closed lips.
“Alarms
turned off,” B said as he came back in.
“Right – you
two find the cook and make sure she stays where she is – I’ll wait with this
lovely young lady until you get back.”
Olga watched
them walk out, wondering what Miss Mueller would say when she got back...
11.20 am
Dr. Elaine Schmidt’s Office
Veronika Mueller was reclining on the couch,
her eyes closed as Elaine Schmidt sat in the chair next to her.
“All right, Veronika,” she said as she looked at her pad, “where are we
now?”
“The third
time... It would have been around 1983,
and I was spending a weekend in the Bavarian Alps, trying to get away from work
for a few days.”
“Okay – so
start at the beginning. What do you
remember?”
“It would
have been the evening – I was sitting in a booth in the hotel bar, wondering
where I would eat that night. I was
smartly dressed for the time – a red silk blouse, with the sleeves rolled back,
a camel skirt, dark tights, burgundy socks and knee length leather boots. I also had a maroon hat on my blonde hair.”
“It amazes me
that you remember details like this, but not what happened?”
“I know,” Veronika said as she smiled, “must be my training.”
“All right, breathe
deeply, focus on that night. You were thinking
about what you were going to have for dinner?”
“Yes,” Veronika said, “and then this dark haired man came and sat
opposite me. We made small talk for a
moment, and then he bought me a drink.”
“What
happened after that?”
“That’s when
it gets blurred...”
“All right Veronika – deep slow breaths, visualise in your mind what
happened.”
As she
nodded, Veronika said “He... He drugged me, something in the drink. I remember him walking me to a car, and
laying me on the back seat. He used rope
to hold my wrists together, and my ankles, and then tied one scarf over my
mouth and one over my eyes. I remember
the car moving off, but I was asleep for a while.”
“And when you
woke up?”
“I was lying
on a bed – he had stripped me, and put me into a pale blue nightdress, a very
short one with no sleeves. My arms were
stretched apart above my head, and when I looked up I saw the white ropes
around my wrists, and tied to the bedstead.”
“And
your ankles?”
“My legs were
also spread apart – tied to the foot of the bed. I tried to speak, but there was some sort of
tape over my mouth. Then he came in – he
sat on the bed, stroked my cheek, and told me I would be returned home
soon. Then...”
Elaine looked
over as Veronika started to shake. “You are safe, Veronika
– but you need to remember what happened.
Nobody is going to harm you here.”
“He started
to kiss me, to stroke his hands over my body – and I could not help
myself. I had to let him arouse me, make
me feel so very special, and then...”
“All right Veronika – I want you to take a deep breath, and then open
your eyes.”
Elaine
watched as Veronika slowly opened her eyes, and then
sat suddenly up. “Oh god – I remember
now. He molested me, he...”
“How do you
feel Veronika?”
The fashion
editor looked at her doctor, and said “surprisingly relieved. I know the man was arrested, and he died in
prison, so he cannot harm me – and now I remember, he cannot hurt me again in
that way either.”
“Good,”
Elaine said with a smile. “Take a rest,
have some water – we are making excellent progress, and I think we can do one
more session before we finish today.”
11.30 am
The home of Veronika
Mueller
Marta
finished chopping the celery and added it to the onion, carrot and seeds that
were simmering in the large pan, smiling as she smelt the aroma before adding a
large jug of chicken stock, and then the chicken pieces.
“We leave
that to simmer now,” she said to herself as she put the lid on and turned the
heat low. She then washed and dried her
hands, before looking out to the kitchen garden.
The young
woman was wearing a white blouse with elbow length sleeves, a black leather
skirt that came to above her knees, and knee length black leather boots with a
three inch heel – in line with Miss Mueller’s dress code.
“Very
nice.”
She turned
quickly round to see the two smartly dressed men behind her, one of them optioning
a lethal looking handgun in her direction.
“C, offer the
lady a seat.”
One of the
men pulled a wooden chair away from the table, as he said “have
a seat – make yourself comfortable.”
“Do I have a
choice?”
“No,” the
other man said as he waved the gun, Marta nodding as she sat down and felt the
man called C pull her arms around the chair back, before the rope rubbed on her
bare wrists.
“Make sure
the room is secured B?”
The man
nodded as he put his gun away, and made sure the heat under the pot was turned
very low, before he pulled the wire for the wall mounted telephone away. He then located Marta’s bag, and emptied it
out, finding her mobile phone and switching it off as C wound rope around
Marta’s upper body and the chair back to secure her in place.
“Can you take
care of her legs, B?”
Marta kept
looking at him as he knelt down and held her ankles to the chair leg, taking
rope from his jacket pocket and tying her ankle tightly against the wood,
taking the rope between her leg and the chair leg. Once her other leg was secured, his legs were
then further secured with a band of rope around the chair leg below her knee.
“You’re very
quiet,” C said as he stood beside her.
“So long as
you’re not going to hurt me, I will not stop you,” she said quietly.
“Good – open
your mouth.”
Marta felt
the cloth as it was pushed behind her teeth, and then the tug on her skin as
the white tape was smoothed over them, before the men looked at her.
“On
three?”
“Three.”
She gulped as
the two men lifted her in the chair, and carried her to the main rooms...
11.45 am
Dr Elaine Schmidt’s office
“It was a few
months later,” Veronika said as she lay with her eyes
closed, “Antonella and I...”
“You
sister Antonella?”
Veronika nodded as she said “we were in
London, and had been invited to a Holmes and Watson party. Antonella wanted to
be Holmes, so she wore a grey tweed overgarment with
a matching jacket and plus fours, a pair of black suede boots reaching to her
knees. She also had the deerstalker on.”
“And you Veronika?”
“I remember I
wore a brown checked over coat, which looked as if it had a cape over the
shoulders, and a pair of short brown leather boots. I don’t quite remember what I had on under
the coat...”
“Do not worry
about that – anything else Veronika?”
“I had a
brown hat on, and we both wore kid leather gloves – both cream coloured I
think.
“Anyway –
part of the event was a visit to the Museum of London, and I remember Antonella and I were on a London tram, looking round it
when a masked man appeared.”
“Was this a
surprise to you?”
“It was – he
said that as part of the event, two guests were going to be kidnapped, and we
had been chosen. Well, given the events
of the dinner party, we decided to play along, so he motioned for he to follow him.
“Another man
was waiting in the back, and we both had our arms pulled behind us, and then
secured together with rope. They then
tied our arms tightly to our sides with more rope, before they used knotted
scarves as gags on us.”
“So you were
both secured and gagged – what happened next?”
Veronika lay still for a moment, before she
said “I always thought we were kept away from the main group, and then
released, but now... We were taken into
a back room, and made to sit back to back, before they crossed and tied our
ankles together, and then our legs below our knees.”
“What
happened after that?”
“They... they took photos of us, and then they left.”
“Did they do
anything to you or Antonella?”
“No – not like
last time, but I remember Antonella and I trying to get free, and getting warmer and warmer – all
over.”
“So you felt
aroused by this?”
Veronika nodded, before she said “I guess that
is a common theme – when I have been kidnapped, somehow I have ended up
sexually aroused.”
“I need to
ask Veronika – does that help you to cope?”
Elaine
watched as Veronika slowly nodded, and then she said
“I want you to wake up now Veronika, in 3... 2... 1.”
As Veronika opened her eyes, she sat up and said “Oh my god –
I get pleasure from being secured.”
“In itself,
that is not so unusual,” Elaine said, “but it seems it happens with you in
those circumstances, and it is a coping mechanism for you. I think you blanked them out because you weren’t
ready to accept those truths – and now, as you have grown more mature, you
are.”
Looking at
her watch, Elaine said “but our time is up.
I will see you in two weeks time?”
“Of
course – and thank you Dr Schmidt.”
Veronika stood up and walked to the coat
stand, Elaine looking at her. The older
woman was wearing a sleeveless purple slip dress with a pattern of black bows
on it, natural hose and knee length chocolate brown leather boots.
“Thank you
again, Doctor,” the editor said as she slipped on her long black coat, and left
the room, Elaine smiling as she made a note.
12.30 pm
The House of Veronika
Mueller
As she walked
in, Veronika removed her coat and gloves, before she
noticed the silence.
“Olga? Where are you?”
She walked
across the hallway, the heels of her boots clicking on the marble, and went
into the front room – only to stop and stare as she saw Olga and Marta, both
tightly secured and tape gagged as they looked at their employer.
“Miss
Mueller, I presume,” she heard a voice say behind her, and as she turned round
she saw the three men standing there.
“Well, you
have me at a disadvantage, gentlemen,” she said quietly, “may I know your
names?”
“I am A –
this is B and C,” the man in the middle said.
“Your staff are unharmed, if secured, but we
require you to open your safe.”
“And if I do
not?”
A looked to
his side, as the two other men walked into the room.
“Ah – no,
that will not be necessary. If you will follow me?”
“Make sure
they are both amused,” A said, Veronika hearing a
buzzing noise and then moans from both Olga and Marta before she was escorted
to her office.
“If
you will?”
Veronika nodded as she opened her safe, and
then said “so now what?”
“Shall we
retire to your bedroom?”
She nodded as
they walked up the stairs, Veronika looking at her
bed as they went in.
“Your
scarves, if you please.”
“In
the wardrobe – why?”
“For a lady of
taste, we will bind with taste. Lie face
down, and put your hands behind your back.”
As Veronika nodded, she saw the holdall on the floor, and
sighed as he took out a length of rope, which he used to pull her elbows
together behind her back, making them almost touch before he secured them
together, and then bound her wrists together.
Looking back over her shoulder, she watched as he crossed and tied her
leather covered ankles, and then secured her legs below her knees, each band
taken around and between her limbs to make it that much tighter.
“I trust you
are not uncomfortable?”
“No,” Veronika purred, “not uncomfortable.” She allowed him to roll her over and sit her
up, as she said “whatever you have done to my staff – do to me as well. They must be treated as I am, and I as they
are.”
“Very well,”
he said as he looked at her, and then passed a length of rope around her waist,
securing it under her belly before he said “lie on your stomach again.”
She nodded as
she lay down, and then felt the rope as it pressed firmly against her hose,
rubbing on her as he tied the ends round her elbows. The words of Dr Schmidt came back to mind.
“In itself,
that is not so unusual, but it seems it happens with you in those
circumstances, and it is a coping mechanism for you. I think you blanked them out because you weren’t
ready to accept those truths – and now, as you have grown more mature, you
are.”
“She’s
right,” she whispered to herself as she tried to move her arms, and groaned as
the ropes rubbed on her.
“Open your
mouth.”
As Veronika lay there, she allowed this man, A, to push a folded
scarf into her mouth, and then use white tape to cover her mouth and keep it in
there. She felt the tugging, the taste
of the scented silk, and moaned as she started to use the rope to make
herself...
“Allow me?”
She then
groaned as she heard the buzzing, and felt the vibrator as it was slipped into
her hose and under the rope.
“A
way of thanking you for your cooperation.”
As she heard
the screams of pleasure from downstairs, and felt her own passion building, Veronika could only nod – and pray rescue would come.
Eventually...
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