Hotel of Deception

[Torreken]

Hi everyone! I have only been able to skim-read some of the most recent (and fantastic) stories and other posts, but had not much time to participate in the forum.
Although it diminishes their 'impact', I prefer to post stories once I finish them. Hope you guys like it.
English is not my first language so excuse any mistakes, non-idiomatic expressions, or odd phrasing. Additionally, I am sorry if the plot and/or the story' structure are a bit convoluted: I hate when writing becomes unclear because the author tries to be 'too clever' and I fear I might have done that.
Chapter 1. December 22, 2022 (11.47 pm)
The sound of two pairs of heels and wheels resonated in the almost deserted lobby as two stewardesses walked towards the hotel’s reception. Maria Campos was a short and comely Latina with curly black hair while her colleague, Joelle Bloom, was a busty, pretty brunette of equal height. They both were wearing the uniform of a regional flying company, Mid-West Skies, which consisted of red knee-length skirt, white blouse, red blazer, and a red, blue and white foulard. Shiny black pantyhose encased the women’s legs. Additionally, the stewardesses carried huge wheelie bags with them.
The hotel was the Perriot Desert Hotel, a small but coquettish building of four stories with its own restaurant, spa and casino. Its discreet and convenient location, close to an airport and only a few miles south of Pacific City, the western capital of gambling and entertainment, made it ideal for companies’ retreats, conventions, and businessmen who wanted to keep a low profile.
The receptionist that night was Becca Schultz, a 5’ 5’’ curvy redhead in her early twenties with green eyes and a pretty face full of freckles. She was wearing a dark green skirt and blazer, sky-blue blouse and black short heels. ‘We were expecting you earlier. Was your flight delayed?’ She politely asked the two stewardesses. ‘Sort of, but everything went fine in the end’, Maria Campos answered. Becca checked both women IDs and filled in the hotel form. ‘Those are really big suitcases for a two-night stay!’ She said merrily. ‘Well, we have been travelling for a long time now and you have to carry everything important with you, don’t you think?’ the Latina stewardess answered. ‘You are right’, the receptionist replied, smiling. She handed back the two women their IDs and two card keys. ‘Room 214. The restaurant is now closed but the casino is open until 1 am, in case you are not feeling very tired tonight’, Becca said. ‘Thanks, maybe tomorrow”, the Latina answered. They were about to leave when her brunette partner asked the receptionist: ‘You are such a doll. Are you working tomorrow, sweetie?’ Becca was taken aback by such a bizarre question but politely answered: ‘Sure, I will be doing the night shift as well’. ‘Perfect! I will see you then’, Joelle happily concluded, leaving the receptionist puzzled for a minute.
The two stewardesses took the elevator and got into their room. ‘You are incorrigible: I think you scared that poor girl’, Zoe Valdés said smilingly. ‘Come on, I was just teasing her a bit’, Susan Dykinson answered while she took off her wig, revealing her strawberry blonde hair. ‘Time to unpack’, Zoe concluded. The two criminals took off their shoes and opened their massive suitcases, revealing their precious cargo: the real Maria Campos and Joelle Bloom were now awake but unable to escape their predicament. The stewardesses were ball-gagged, blindfolded and tightly bound in each one of the suitcases. They had their hands tied behind their backs, their ankles and thighs tied with rope as well while a zip-tie connected their necks with their knees, forcing them to curl into a foetal position in order to fit in the suitcase. Needless to say, they had been deprived of their uniforms. Maria Campos was only wearing a lacy red bra with a matching thong underneath her black pantyhose while Joelle Bloom had opted for a purple push-up bra and black French-cut panties beneath her black pantyhose.
The two unfortunate stewardesses had landed with the rest of their crew at 10 pm. However, while their colleagues stayed at the airport’s hotel to fly again next morning, Maria Campos and Joelle Bloom had been rewarded by the company’s CEO with an extra day of vacation before the Christmas holidays and a room in the much nicer Perriot Desert Hotel. It was rumoured that the two stewardesses’ privileged status was the result of the additional ‘services’ they provided from time to time to the CEO. In any case, no one of Maria and Joelle’s co-workers would envy the two women this time.
The two stewardesses had rented a car and, when they went to collect it at the shop, they were surprised that the two employees, a Latina and a strawberry blonde wearing yellow polo shirts and jeans, asked them to wait a few more minutes. They grew angrier as they saw the two women attending other customers, including a couple who arrived 10 minutes after them. When the last customer left the shop, Maria and Joelle realised something odd was going on but it was too late. The Latina clerk produced a gun from the desk and cowed them to the shop’s office with their hands on their heads while her accomplice closed the door and switched off the lights of the shop. The stewardesses had time to catch a glimpse of two bound and unconscious young women under the rental’s main desk. Both were tied and gagged with tape and scantily clad: coincidentally both employees wore white bra and panties. The two stewardesses soon followed the rental workers’ fate: they were forced to undress at gunpoint and hand their uniforms to the two mysterious attackers. They pleaded with their captors and asked them what they wanted from them, but the only responses they got were threats and fondling, particularly from the strawberry blonde who toyed with their tits while she was tying them up. After being restrained, the stewardesses were chloroformed, losing their consciousness.
Until now. When Zoe and Susan opened the suitcases, the two stewardesses started to frantically mewl. The criminals cut the zip-ties, which was very appreciated by the captives, and removed their blindfolds. Maria and Joelle’s hopes of rescue vanished when they saw their captors again and they immediately shut up after Zoe made a threatening gesture of silence to them. After that, she took her phone and texted Ursula: ‘Plan A worked perfectly. We are in room 214, Rusa’. Only a few seconds later, she got a positive reply from their boss, and told Susan that Ursula said they were done for the night and she would join them soon. ‘Fantastic. That means we have some time kill, don’t we?’ She said, eyeing their prisoners with lust.
Chapter 2. December 22, 2022 (11.58 pm)
Ursula put her phone back in her small purse and smiled: ‘This might actually work’, she thought. Ursula was at the Perriot Desert Hotel too. She was wearing a long, strapless black dress -with a sensual cut which revealed her toned left thigh- and tall black heels. Her face was now very well-known in every corner of the country, so she had dyed her hair blonde and had minor surgery in her cheeks and lips, looking even more attractive than before. Her presence did not stick out in this environment: besides a few couple of tourists and a lot of businessmen, the casino was full with escorts and other pretty sex workers. The hotel management obviously knew about the latter, but look the other way in order to please their predominantly-male guests. Ursula had wandered around the casino for a while, pretending to be one of these sex-workers. She had had a few drinks and flirted with some men, leaving her options open. However, once Zoe and Susan had successfully impersonated the stewardesses, she did not need to lure someone to take her to a room upstairs, so she stopped her suitors’ advances after receiving the text from Zoe.
A few minutes later, Ursula discreetly left the casino and walked towards Room 214, reflecting on their situation. Considering the lack of time they had to prepare this mission, it was a very promising start. She has been contacted by Mr. I the day before and was ordered to assemble her team for an extremely urgent mission. After her astounding success at Green Valley, Ursula had become one of the most wanted criminals in the country. Hundreds of kingpins wanted to hire them, although many more were willing to get a handsome reward for delivering them to the Federal Agency of Investigation (FAI), which was now actively involved in their capture. Therefore, Ursula had contacted Mr. I, the man who hired her to raid St Sebastian’s Precinct, and offered him to be on his payroll on a permanent basis. The secret agent was not happy to relinquish her professional freedom, but she knew they needed protection and support from someone as powerful as Mr. I.
The kingpin had not requested Ursula’s services until this occasion. However, he needed her now: Mr. I’s main accountant, Donna Specter, had been arrested by the State Police of Helada two days ago. She had travelled there to supervise a major drug deal after which she got involved in an unfortunate traffic incident. When the State Police showed up at the scene, they found two crashed cars, two people dead, other two severely injured, a surprisingly unscathed Ms Specter and two briefcases with 1.2 million dollars in cash. The money had obviously raised several suspicious, but, more worryingly, the FAI had shown a keen interest on the issue. Apparently, two Special Agents called Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández had been tracking Specter for a while, as they (correctly) suspected she was the financial guru of several important criminals. Mr. I feared that the FAI would use her accountant to unearth some of his offshore accounts, some of which had been used to pay Ursula, among other criminals. Consequently, he wanted her dead as soon as possible.
Ursula promised to fulfil the mission on the condition of sparing the woman’s life. Albeit begrudgingly, Mr. I finally agreed to this, promising that if they freed her accountant, he would reinstate Ms Specter in her former position. Mr. I provided Ursula with all the intel she needed. The accountant was held in a State Penitentiary not far from Pacific City. The Special Agents were traveling there to collect the prisoner the 24th of December, and they would stay at the Perriot Desert Hotel the night before.
How Mr. I knew all that was a mystery for Ursula, but with that information she quickly hatched a plan and contacted her team, which was quickly reunited. This time, they needed a different approach and could not improvise, like in the past. The raid to St Sebastian’s and Green Valley precincts had become the media’s recurring topic for months. Journalists and pundits devoted hours of TV and hundreds of pages to discuss the most salacious aspects of the events, to use them as ammunition in partisan politics and to make irrational claims about a global conspiracy and the need to reinforce national security. Moreover, several copycats had tried to emulate Ursula and her friends’ exploits, resulting in dozens of policewomen being attacked and their clothes stolen throughout the country. Although no one has been able to replicate Ursula’s success (three attempts to raid police stations had ended with the impersonators arrested, although with a few of police officers being found bound and scantily clad), security measures had significantly increased in police stations and penitentiaries everywhere. However, this would not deter Ursula: if she could not break into the prison, she would just have Ms Specter delivered to her by the authorities.
Sally Perkins, now fully recovered from her injuries and a permanent member of Ursula’s team, hacked the Perriot Desert Hotel’s computers, accessing the hotel’s registers and the manager’s emails. The blonde geek found out that the hotel was fully booked except the fourth floor, the only one with Suite Rooms, which was mysteriously empty, probably for security reasons. The hotel owner’s wife, Melania VanWarren, was leaving the Presidential Suite the 22nd of December in the morning, and the Prime Minister Suite was suspiciously blocked for that day. A pair of emails received by the hotel manager from an encrypted account of the FAI confirmed that Mr. I’s information was correct. Once the team figured out where the Special Agents were staying for the night and studied the hotel’s security, the next step was to find a room for the team for the night before, so they had time to prepare a warm welcome for the agents. After a quick search, crossing the guests’ names with social media and Google, the team found two winners: the stewardesses Maria Campos and Joelle Bloom. The sexy pictures uploaded to Instagram by the two young women probably contributed to this decision almost as much as their looks and travel plans.
Distracted with her thoughts, Ursula suddenly realised that she had arrived to Room 214, so she quietly meowed next to the door. ‘It is open’, Zoe answered in a raspy voice. Ursula walked through the door surprised by the fact that her partner had not meowed her back, but she quickly found out the reason: the Latina and Susan were very busy at the moment, moaning with pleasure. The two criminals were sitting on one of the beds still wearing the stewardess uniform, but they had removed their underwear and lifted their skirts so Maria and Joelle could eat their pussies. The real stewardesses were on their knees, with their hands tied behind their backs. They still wore their pantyhose, undies and bras, but probably not for long. Ursula smiled and told her partners: ‘We have a long day ahead tomorrow, so we should try to get some rest’. However, the secret agent could not resist the temptation and grabbed Joelle’s juicy breasts. ‘Well, maybe we can sacrifice a few hours of sleep after all’, she concluded. The two stewardesses realised it was going to be a very long night for them when the now blonde agent rolled down their pantyhose and started to caress their pussies at the same time. ‘Who were these people and what did they want?’ they wondered.

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Chapter 3. December 23, 2022 (9.42 am)
Rosalia Pérez and Camila Fuentes were surprised that Room 214, unlike many other rooms in the second floor, did not have the ‘Do not disturb’ sign hanging in the door. The two cleaners were forced by their company to wear a maid outfit consisting on a short black skirt, black shirt and a white apron. They also had to wear black pantyhose or stockings. ‘It is the hotel’s policy’, their boss always said. The cleaning company provided services to different hotels and other businesses, but Perriot Desert Hotel was the only place which had that kind of ‘policy’. At the beginning, Rosalia and Camila resented the outfit, but they now like it. Both women were in their early twenties and very attractive: while Rosalia was a short, curvaceous, brown-skinned beauty with curly black hair and dark brown eyes, Camila was 5’ 7’’ and slim, with toasted skin, brown hair and blue eyes. Their looks, combined with their short skirts and a preference to wear stockings, allowed them to get very generous tips from the guests, and sometimes indecent proposals too. Today was going to be slightly different.
Rosalia gently knocked on the door and opened it with her card key when she heard no answered. ‘No hay nadie. The guests had an early breakfast and left immediately after, I guess’, she said to her partner. She walked towards the bedroom while Camila pushed the trolley with the cleaning products to the bathroom. Room 214 was a mess: there were even panties and bras scattered in the floor. ‘Someone had a lot of fun last night’, the Latina cleaner thought. Suddenly, she heard a thump coming from a wardrobe. Surprised, Rosalia pushed the sliding door to find out two women bound and gagged. Maria and Joelle were tied back to back fully naked, with their hands resting on each other’s crotches and ball-gagged. The stewardesses looked the cleaner with trepidation and tried to alert her, but Rosalia only had time to shout ‘Camila’ before Ursula grasped her waist and put a cloth with of chloroform on her face. The pretty Latina was rendered unconscious within a few seconds. In any case, Camila would have been unable to help her friend. Unbeknown to the cleaner, Zoe and Susan were hiding in the shower, so the brown-haired Latina had been stealthily knocked out seconds before Rosalia discovered the stewardesses.
The team quickly proceeded to strip the cleaners of their uniforms and to restrain them. Five minutes later, Rosalia and Camila were lying spread-eagle on each of the room’s beds in their underwear, with their hands and feet tied to the bedframe. Rosalia was wearing yellow tanga panties and matching lacy bra while Camila had dark-green bikini panties and a black bra. Rosalia was the first to come out of the slumber (Ursula had used a very small dose of chloroform, just the right amount to knocked the woman out for a few minutes) only to see how Zoe was wearing her uniform and Susan was rolling Camila’s stockings up her legs. She tried to scream but a pair of panties had been used to gag her mouth. ‘Sorry we had to use worn panties to gag you, but we need to save a few ball-gags for later, just in case’, Ursula told Rosalia. The now blonde agent slid the wardrobe door to show the stewardesses to the cleaner once more. ‘This is a cautionary tale. Your situation is not great but it soon could get much worse, as these two ladies can verify. Just relax and be patient: the four of you will have to stay in this room for several hours, but we will not hurt you. We will also bring you food and water and allow you to go to the bathroom from time to time if you behave and do not try to scape or do anything foolish, do you understand?’ Rosalia emphatically nodded her head and Maria and Joelle did the same when Ursula looked at them. ‘Good’, Ursula said while closing the wardrobe’s door again despite the stewardesses’ muffled protests. ‘These two are unscrupulous bitches who would do anything to prosper, but we are genuinely sorry for you, so this is a small token for your trouble’, the secret agent whispered to the Latina’s ear. Then, she gently pulled the elastic of Rosalia’s yellow panties and stuffed a fat stack of cash in her crotch. Seconds later, the still unconscious Camila received a similar display of gratitude.
Zoe and Susan did a poor job as cleaners, skipping many rooms and doing a perfunctory cleaning in others. When they arrived to the fourth floor, they came across Melania VanWarren, who was just leaving the Presidential Suite in order to meet her husband in Pacific City. The woman was a 27-years-old beauty, tall and slim but with round breasts and an enticing ass. That combined with her pretty face, blue eyes and blonde hair explained why the 66-years-old Mauritius Van Warren had divorced her first wife to marry her secretary two years ago. After giving an appreciative look to Mrs VanWarren, the fake cleaners got into the room and waited 15 minutes, pretending to take care of it. Then, they walked towards their target: the Prime Minister Suite. They were about to open it with their card key when a security guard barked at them: ‘What the fuck you think you are doing? That room is empty and does not need cleaning. Stupid Latinas!’. Zoe and Susan looked at the guard and meekly apologised, although Zoe was particularly incensed by the racist remark. The woman’s name was Patricia Palmer: she was a tall and attractive amazon. Patricia was 6’ 1’ and had toned muscles, a comely face and long brown hair tied in a ponytail. The two criminals would probably had been able to take care of her, but they looked at each other and determined that is was too early to make a risky move of uncalculated consequences. The team knew that there was only a security guard on each floor, but the woman’s absence would raise a lot of questions when the new shift arrived in the evening.
In consequence, the two fake cleaners walked back to the Presidental Suite, claiming that they had forgotten something there. Once they arrived, Ursula emerged from the cleaning trolley, wearing a tight black catsuit she liked to use at the beginning of every mission -before she would get a suitable uniform- and carrying a duffel bag with all kinds of items. She told her partners that they she would remain hidden in the Presidential Suite until the evening and then try to get into the Prime Minister’s. Zoe and Susan should follow the plan as devised and wait in Room 214 until the night shift of security guards arrived. ‘I know you wanted to take that bitch down, but you did the right thing: it is better to wait. Do not be angry, I am sure you can find some source of amusement at your room while you wait for the sunset’, Ursula concluded, smiling.
Chapter 4. December 23, 2022 (7.55 pm)
Peyton Harris yawned and check the watch: ‘it is not even 8! This is going to be a very long night’, she thought. The security guard was right: it was going to be a long and unforgettable night. Peyton was a 22-years-old petite blonde with a beautiful face, blue eyes and enticing curves. Her older sister, Taylor, had founded ‘Harris Security’, a company which provided all-female security teams to events, discos, hotels, etc. The guards were a combination of tough and attractive women with others, the majority, which were just hot. This was the main appeal of the company: as many clients found alluring having pretty women in hot uniforms as security. ‘Most of the times you just need security to be there, not to actually do anything’ was many clients’ line of reasoning. Peyton Harris belonged to the second group of guards: she was only there for her looks. Accordingly, her sister only gave her safe assignments or called her when they needed additional personnel.
The petite blonde was wearing a short black skirt, white shirt, black blazer, a black tie, black garters and stockings and black tall heels. She also carried a gun and a small walkie-talkie (her sister did not want the guards to be distracted by their cell phones). She was very familiar with the Perriot Desert Hotel and regular clients were also well-acquainted with her. In fact, several times Peyton had been hired as ‘private security’ by rich guests to ‘protect’ their room. Taylor suspected her younger sister’s extracurricular activities, that is why she placed her that night in the allegedly deserted fourth floor.
Suddenly, Peyton noticed something odd: the door of the Presidential Suite was ajar. She slowly walked there and saw that the lights were off. ‘Hello? Is someone there?’ She quietly asked. After receiving no answer, she doubted whether checking the room or contacting their partners with her walkie. She was a bit scared, but she also did not dare to call her sister for what it was probably nothing. She turned her back on the door and looked at the floor’s corridor but there was no one else she could rely on. The decision was, however, taken for her: a pair of hands emerged from the room and grabbed the petite blonde, covering her mouth with a chloroformed cloth before she could scream and pulling her inside the suite. The door immediately closed behind the unfortunate guard.
Ursula quickly undressed and restrained the blonde guard, although she stopped a few seconds to admire Peyton’s sexy body and lingerie. The petite woman looked amazing in her black garters and stockings, pink bikini-cut panties and matching lacy bra. The secret agent ball-gagged the security guard and use zip-ties to tie her hands behind her back and her ankles. Wearing Peyton’s uniform became more problematic. Ursula was taller than the guard, so she could barely fit in her clothes. The agent’s breasts were hardly contained by the shirt, so she had to wear the blazer without buttoning it. More worryingly, her skirt was far too tight and short: if Ursula leaned a little bit, anyone would get a good glimpse of her turquoise panties. At least, she could use the heels she wore last night at the casino instead of her captive’s.
Wearing the stolen uniform as precaution, Ursula walked towards the Prime Minister Suite. Once there, she used the cleaners’ card key but the door did not open. ‘Damn, they reset the code. I need a new card’, she thought. She was pondering her next move when suddenly someone barked at her: ‘Who are you? Do I know you?’. It was the same tall security guard that have stopped Zoe and Susan this morning. She was wearing the same uniform than Peyton but she looked more menacing, and, unlike the petite blonde, she knew how to use a gun. ‘What is she doing here? Her shift should be over’, Ursula thought. ‘The boss sent me upstairs to check on you guys, to see if everything is OK’, the fake guard answered. ‘Are you new? I have never seen you again before. Have you talked to Peyton?’ The amazon suspiciously asked Ursula. ‘First assignment. How else would I have gotten this uniform?’ The blonde agent replied.
Patricia Palmer stared at her and hesitated. She did not want to cause unnecessary commotion in the hotel, so she slowly moved her left hand to grab her walkie, to be sure she was not making a mistake before doing something drastic. Ursula, aware that her cover was blown, decided to attack the guard before she changed her mind and took her gun instead. She threw a fast kick but the tight dress limited her mobility so the tall guard was able to block it. Worse than that, Patricia fought back: with surprising speed, she raised her right leg: Ursula could only get a flash of the amazon’s white panties before being hit on the head. The spy tripped back but did not fall to the ground. The cocky guard, instead of using her gun, jumped on Ursula, but the now blonde agent had quickly recovered: she grabbed Patricia’s right arm and dashed the guard to the floor. Without giving her time to recover, she rounded the brunette’s neck with her left arm and took her rival’s gun with her right. The security guard stopped struggling when she heard the click of the weapon next to her head.
Ursula dragged the security guard back to the Presidental Suite not without difficulties. Once there, she freed Patricia from the chokehold but continued pointing at her with the gun. The tall guard looked at her unconscious, bound and scantily-clad partner leaning on the wall but did not say anything: she just looked furious at Ursula. The secret agent told her: ‘You are obviously a better fit, so I want you to take off your uniform’. At first, Patricia refused to comply, but Ursula made her abundantly clear that if she had to undress her herself, the guard would regret it. Deliberately slowly, the tall woman loosened her tie and unbuttoned her blazer and shirt, tossing them on the floor with a despondent gesture. Finally, she unzipped her skirt and added it to the pile of clothes. Patricia looked quite sexy despite wearing white regular panties and matching bra. Ursula was tempted to further humiliate the cocky guard, but thought it wiser to expedite the process. Thus, she ordered the woman to lie face down on the floor and put her hands behind her back. Cautiously, the secret agent sat on the defeated guard’s back and zip-tied her hands. She zip-tied her ankles as well. ‘You will pay for this, bitch’ was Patricia’s only comment before Ursula introduced a ball-gag in her mouth.
Before putting on the new uniform, Ursula decided she should check on Zoe and Susan. She found it odd that there were two security guards in the fourth floor, so she texted both her partners. Zoe answered immediately: ‘Two bimbos in the third floor too, Rusa’. It took Susan 10 minutes to answer, but her text dissipated Ursula’s fears: ‘NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. I also found two bitches’.

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Chapter 5. December 23, 2022 (7.25 pm)
Janet Wendall was a petite brunette with very short hair and green eyes. Her beautiful face and luscious body allowed her to work occasionally for Harris Security in summer and college holidays, in order to get some extra cash for the ludicrously high tuition fees of the fancy university she attended. She was patrolling a very quiet third floor when she run into one of the hotel’s cleaners.
The woman, a short Latina with curly black hair, seemed very worried: she told her that she was scared: she had heard a noise coming from the storage room, and asked her if she could come with her just in case. Janet smiled and calmed her: ‘It is probably nothing. Let me inform my partner and we will go check in a second’. The young guard failed to notice the surprised and concern look on the cleaners face and radioed another guard: ‘Tanya, would you mind coming with me to the storage room? It is probably nothing but one of the cleaners says she heard something’. ‘No problem, I will be there in a second’, the other guard answered.
Twenty seconds later, Tanya O’Hara showed up. She was a pale-skinned, slim redhead with blue eyes who wore her long hair in a braid. She had an athletic body but she was not particularly strong. Tanya asked the cleaner what was going on and she repeated what she had told to the first guard. The redhead nodded and said: ‘Ok, let’s go have a look’.
Once they arrived there, the cleaner swiped the card on the door and let Tanya get into the room first, with Janet trailing behind her, after both women had drawn their guns. There was nothing unusual in the room, so the security guards relaxed and put their weapons back in their holsters. Within a second, the cleaner produced a gun from her pocket a pointed it at both women, who looked dumbfounded. ‘I was sure I had heard the stifled noises of two gagged prisoners, maybe it was just my imagination or maybe I can predict the future’, Zoe said. The two women could only mutter a few words which showed how disconcerted they were, so the Latina, continued, looking at Janet. ‘Sweetie, I want you to unbuckle your friend’s holster and slowly drop it on the floor’. After she did it, the Latina ordered her to get a pair of handcuffs from a black bag: ‘put them on your partner and handcuff her hands to the rail above your heads’. The brunette guard was hesitant for a few seconds, but complied after she saw how Tanya nodded at her. ‘Good. Now I want you to slowly drop your holster and take off your uniform’, the Latina ordered. ‘Why? No, please’, the petite guard implored. ‘Sorry love, but you are my size. Do it quickly’, the fake cleaner concluded. Janet hastened to follow her captor’s instructions, receiving appreciative looks from Zoe. The brunette was wearing a purple bra with a pretty ribbon in the middle, which hardly contained her generous breasts, and matching lacy tanga-panties underneath black pantyhose. The Latina took another pair of handcuffs and restrained Janet in the same way her partner was. Then, she covered the unfortunate guards’ mouth with ball-gags. Both women looked very alluring but Zoe had not time to lose. She saw Ursula’s text, so she asked her two captives if there were two guards on each floor and both women nodded. The Latina agent answered to her partner and she quickly took off the cleaner’s uniform, changing it for the brunette’s clothes, and left the guards locked in the room.
Zoe went to the second floor and quickly found out where Susan was: she just had to follow the angry loud voices. Her partner was disguised as a cleaner too: she was carrying a trolley when she was stopped by a pair of guests who complained that they had no clean towels in their room. The couple were very irritated by the cleaner’s insolence, who told them she was very busy at the moment. The argument heated on and soon more people gathered around them: there were three other guests, who also had complaints of a similar kind, and a very attractive security guard, who was trying to placate everyone.
The security guard, Gabriela Pandev look astonishing in her uniform. She was slim, although with a generous bust, and short. She had raven-hair, brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. She looked puzzled when she saw Zoe, so she left the pandemonium for a second and walked towards her. ‘Sorry, I think we have never met: my name is Gabriela’, the raven-haired guard said hesitantly. ‘Hi, I am Zoe. I was called at the eleventh-hour. The boss needed a couple of extra bodies for tonight and I just arrived to the hotel. They sent me here because some guests had already called reception to complain about this shit-show’, the fake guard said. Gabriela nodded and told her: ‘I appreciate it. I am trying to calm things down but that foul-mouthed cleaner is not helping with the situation. Also, I do not know where the fuck my partner went. She was supposed to be on this floor too’. Zoe had the suspicion that she knew where the other guard was, but only answered: ‘Let me handle this, I was given clear instructions from the manager’.
Zoe demanded everyone to be quiet for a second, which she achieved thanks to Gabriela’s help. She told the guests that they were going to take the cleaner with them, because she was going to be fired, and that someone will come soon to take note of their complaints. The guests begrudgingly, albeit partially satisfied knowing that the insolent cleaner was going to be punished, dispersed back to their rooms.
Then, the fake Latina guard told Gabriela: ‘Let’s walk this woman out of the building’. The raven-haired was surprised of the lack of reaction of the until then vocal cleaner and followed Zoe’s orders without pausing to think why the new guard should be in charge. The three women got into the elevator and Zoe pressed the ‘3’ button. ‘Sorry, I thought we were going to the ground floor’, Gabriela protested. Zoe and Susan looked at each other with a devilish grim: ‘Change of plans, sweetheart. You are dismissed for the night’, Zoe said. Before the raven-haired guard could react, Susan got a cloth of chloroform and knocked her out. They carefully tossed her unconscious body in the trolley, next to the missing guard’s, Julia Lopez, a buxom Latina with black and curly hair, who had been previously captured by Susan.
When the storage room’s door opened, Janet and Tanya started to scream, but their noises were muttered by their gags. Once they realised they were not going to be rescued, they stopped their futile attempt. ‘Why one of these bitches is still wearing her uniform?’ Susan asked, pointing at Tanya. ‘I would say that I only needed one, but you are right. I guess I am getting old and boring. Thankfully, this can be easily fixed’, Zoe replied. The Latina loose the redhead’s tie and started to unbutton her blazer and shirt, revealing a pair of perky tits under a sky-blue bra, despite their captive’s protest. Then she pulled down the guard’s skirt, showing that the young woman was wearing matching panties under black pantyhose. Not happy with that, the Latina lowered the pantyhose, put her hand inside Tanya’s undies and started fingering her, causing the redheaded guard to blush. ‘That is much better’, Susan said while she undressed the two unconscious guards. Julia Lopez was wearing a white thong and a white demi-bra, but, a bit surprisingly, no stockings or pantyhose, while Gabriela was wearing black bikini-panties and bra, and caramel coloured stockings and black garters. Soon, both women were hog-tied and ball-gagged by Susan’s deft hand, who even had time to grope Julia’s round ass before texting back to Ursula and changing her maid uniform for Julia Lopez’s clothes. The secret agent texted her partners again: ‘Get ready: we need to take care of the rest of the guards before our targets arrive’.
Chapter 6. December 23, 2022 (7.55 pm)
Ursula had put on Patricia’s uniform and had come to the realisation that it would be impossible to get the Prime Minister Suite’s key without neutralising the hotel’s whole security team: they knew each other, so any impersonation would give them only a brief advantage at best. Moreover, there were many more of them than expected, so any long absence was bound to be discovered.
The now blonde secret agent walked towards Patricia, who looked incensed, and put a gun on her temple before removing her ball-gag. ‘I need you to talk to your boss and make up a bullshit story to drag another of your partners here. Understood? If you do something stupid you and the blonde bimbo will regret it’, Ursula said nodding towards the still unconscious Peyton. The tall guard angrily nodded, so Ursula put the walkie next to her mouth and pressed the number Patricia told her.
- ‘This is Taylor. Everything alright there, Pat?’.
- ‘Red code. There is an intruder in the…’
Ursula quickly switched off the walkie and looked Patricia’s snotty grim. ‘I have now realised who you are: the spy who assaulted those police precincts. I know you do not kill your prisoners and I cannot be cowed like those weak bitches’, the amazon said. Ursula stuck her gun on Patricia’s mouth, instantly removing the guard’s grim. ‘I do not kill anyone, but one day I might change my mind. You are lucky today is not that day’, Ursula said. ‘If you knew me so well you should have figured out that I work with a team. You two are not the only guards that have already been captured, so now, thanks to your help, the rest of your partners will be walking to a trap’, she continued. Now it was Ursula who grinned at her captive’s livid face. The now blonde secret agent put back the ball-gag in Patricia’s mouth and started to prepare for the arrival of new ‘guests’ to the Suite.
**
In the ground floor, Taylor Harris tried to hide her concern: she was standing next to the reception desk and she did not want the hotel’s manager to find out about the security breach. An incident like that would taint her company’s reputation if they were unable to deal with it on their own, so she decided to solve it without alerting the police. The security team’s leader was a 28-years-old hot blonde who looked alike her younger sister. Taylor had also a pretty face and blue eyes, although she was a bit taller, bustier, and with round and enticing hips and ass which fitted perfectly her short and tight black skirt. She could not imagine that, despite her best efforts, she and her company were going to become famous nationwide the next day.
Taylor tried to contact back Patricia without success, so she radioed her sister, Peyton, who also failed to answer. ‘Shit. Who is the intruder and how she managed to neutralise two guards, one of them being my most reliable asset, that easily?’, she pondered. She made a call to the rest of the team: ‘Attention everyone, we have an intruder in the fourth floor. I want you to be very discreet and to follow my instructions to the letter; we do not want to cause alarm among the guests. Maddie and Lilith, leave the casino and restaurant and meet me at the elevators now. Janet and Tanya, go the east wing’s stairs and keep your eyes open. If there is nothing suspicious, walk upstairs carefully to the fourth floor. Gabriela and Julia, you do the same in the west wing. Megan and Wendy, I want you to take the emergency stairs and walk upstairs as well. We will reconvene in the fourth floor, closing every possible escape route’. Taylor sighed with relief when everyone answered positively, unaware that four more of her guards were already captive in a storage room, and it was their attackers who had coerced them to answer. The blonde woman quickly jogged to a small office next to the reception desk, where another guard, Miranda Trenton, was in charge of the hotel’s security cameras. Unbeknownst to Miranda, Sally Perkins had hacked into their system, feeding a loop to the security cameras for the past two hours. Taylor immediately realised something was amiss when the fourth floor’s cameras showed Peyton and Patricia standing there as if nothing had happened. ‘This is not right’, the blonde guard said. ‘Go through the last hour’s feed in the fourth floor, if you see something useful, call me immediately. Then, go to the garage and get the additional laptop from our van: these computers might have been hacked’, Taylor ordered a now very concerned Miranda.
Thirty seconds later, Taylor met Maddie and Lilith. The head of security used a special key to stop two of the three elevators, and, once she double checked no one was in there, the three young women took the third one to go to the fourth floor. Maddie Bellina was an attractive 5’ 6’’ blonde, with curly hair and green eyes, while Lilith Cave was a short brunette with alluring curves and brown eyes. Taylor was regretting now that most of her guards were so inexperienced, but she hoped that they could deal with whatever was awaiting them just by their sheer numbers. She was very wrong.
The three guards arrived to the apparently deserted fourth floor. They were walking stealthily, trying to deaf the clicking of their heels, when they saw that the Presidental Suite’s door was ajar. Taylor wondered where the rest of her team was. ‘They should be in the fourth floor by now’, she thought. The head of security stood in silence next to the door with her gun in her right hand, so Maddie and Lilith took their weapons from their holsters as well. Taylor doubted whether walking into the room or waiting for reinforcements when she heard some muffled noises from inside.’ Fuck it. There is three of us and Peyton might be in danger, so let’s do it’, she thought while she walked into the room. Her two partners nervously followed her.
The room was pitched dark. Taylor realised with dismay that she could not switch the lights on without a key card, so she used her phone’s lantern (she was the only one who was allowed to carry it on duty). The three women’s heels resounded in the room as the walked to the main bedroom, where they found the precedence of the stifled noises. Taylor saw Patricia and Peyton, who has finally woken up from her slumber, bound and gagged in their underwear, lying on the floor. Both women were futilely struggling to free themselves from the zip-ties which tied her hands and ankles. They had heard the heels and, when they saw the lights, they tried to yell to alert her partners.
Everything happened in just a few seconds. Taylor and Lilith heard Maddie screaming and the sound of her gun dropping on the floor. The blonde guard had stepped onto something which had sprung a lasso, so when Taylor and Lilith turned their backs they saw her unfortunate partner hanging upside-down, her ankles tied to the ceiling’s lamp with rope. Maddie’s skirt had rolled down, revealing the guard’s long and alluring legs and the white bikini-cut panties she was wearing. Taylor and Lilith had no time to pay attention to those details, as they felt a shadow next to them. However, it was too late: with astonishing speed Ursula had moved behind them. The sound of two guns clicking a few inches from the back of their heads told the guards that they had been defeated.
‘Drop your guns, put your hands on your head and kneel down’, Ursula commanded. Both women complied, but Taylor told her: ‘there are 10 more guards coming here, the best thing you can do is surrender now’. Ursula chuckled. She had withdrawn one of her guns to check her phone: a text from Zoe confirmed her that everything had worked perfectly. ‘You are lying, bitch. There were only 6 more of you and none of them can help you’, she answered. Ursula switched on the lights with the key card they took from the cleaners without taking her eyes from the guards and immediately come back to the bedroom. ‘As I was saying, Taylor, you should not count on being rescued’, Ursula said. The head of security could not hide her surprise when she realised their assailant was wearing one of their uniforms and, more ominously, she knew her. However, Taylor’s reaction was nothing compared to the head of security’s shock when Ursula showed her a picture from her phone. The blonde woman saw Janet, Tanya, Gabriela and Julia bound, gagged and scantily clad in what seemed a very ominous sign for their future. Taylor had no time to muse about the fate of her other two partners, Megan and Wendy, as she saw them being pushed inside the room, with their hands on their heads, by two women who were also wearing her company’s uniform.
The unsuspecting Megan and Wendy had been ambushed by Zoe and Susan in the emergency stairs and quickly restrained. Megan Landers was a short, plump young woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. Her massive tits and toned thighs had been receiving the unwelcome attention of Susan since she was captured. Wendy Garcia was a Latina with brown eyes, copper-coloured and curly hair and generous curves like her friend. The arriving guards were forced to kneel next to their similarly defeated partners.
Ursula checked her phone again and then took Taylor’s. ‘You will not need this today, love’, she told her. Then, looking at her associates she continued: ‘It seems that there have been new developments and we are ahead schedule. Please, make sure Taylor and her team get comfortable while I go downstairs to close this business’. Zoe and Susan smiled at each other and nodded: ‘it was going to be a fun wait’, they both thought.

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Chapter 7. December 23, 2022 (8.10 pm)
Amber Matthews was on edge: the FIA agents were scheduled to arrive in less than four hours and something very odd was going on at the hotel. She was the Perriot Desert Hotel’s manager, although she wore the same outfit as the receptionists: dark green blazer and short skirt, a blue blouse and black heels. The only difference is that she was wearing a small golden badge with her name and position. Amber was a 28-years-old woman with medium-length blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore glasses, which gave her a more professional aura without undermining any of her attractiveness. Her pretty face, slim body and enticing boobs had weighted heavily on her favour when Mauritius VanWarren, the hotel owner, interviewed her for the position, but the young woman’s organising skills and work ethics had sufficiently proven that hiring her had been a solid decision. However, the events which were unfolding that night at the hotel were beyond her control.
VanWarren was good friends with one of Helada’s senators and the congressman of his district was in the National Security commission. That is why the federal agency had booked a room there for its agents, although the official version was that it was ideally located. Amber had been told to arrange everything with the uttermost discretion, so she doubled the security detail for the night with the pretext of the upcoming holidays and cleared the fourth floor to ‘redecorate’ it. There were also two receptionists with her that night instead of just one. Besides Becca Schultz, Amber has called Violet Modiano, a short beauty with tanned skin, round face and big brown eyes who wore her long dark brown hair in a braid. Like Becca, she was also slim but with voluptuous shapes.
Ms Matthews had organised everything meticulously, but problems keep piling at her door. First, VanWarren has called to warn her that his wife, Melania, was coming back to the hotel. When she was informed that her husband had to postpone their dinner due to a late-evening meeting, she had had a tantrum and decided to go out with some friends to have fun at Pacific City. Mrs VanWarren was a spoiled brat, so Amber would have to deal with her when she returned to the hotel, probably drunk, without bothering the federal agents. Later, they started receiving several complaints regarding the cleaning service, especially in relation with the attitude of one of the workers. After being mysteriously appeased by a security guard, guests have resumed calling reception, so she had to send Becca to the second floor to find out what was going on.
However, there was something more worrying. Amber has realised than the head of security, Taylor Harris, had disappeared after receiving a call. Five minutes later, another of the guards, Miranda Trenton, had walked through the reception desk and used the back-stairs to go the garage. Something was going on. The manager did not like Taylor and thought they should hire a more efficient company, but there was no way to persuade Mr. VanWarren of that: the old creep loved to see those bimbos wearing short skirts and tight blouses and blazers. Many of them even wore stockings and garters for a job of that kind, for God’s sake! In consequence, Amber never missed an opportunity to make Taylor looked bad, and, furthermore, that night nothing could be left to chance, so she had just called the police and told them that they had a minor problem with a rowdy guest. The cops were used to being called when one of the guests had an issue with a sex worker and the security was unable to calm things down. In those occasions, they would show up speedily and solve the situation discreetly, that is why Mr. VanWarren always send such generous gift-baskets to the local precincts every Christmas. This time, by contrast, Amber was getting increasingly concerned. Surprisingly, the police had not arrived yet and there was no news from Taylor.
Ten minutes later, Amber’s prayers were heard, or that is what she thought. A pair of two policewomen finally walked into the hotel. Agents Mallory Thompson and Danielle Paris were two short, blonde and attractive women who walked resolutely towards reception. The manager greeted them and told them to wait a second while she contacted the hotel’s head of security.
Amber’s turned pale when she heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone. ‘Who are you? Where is Taylor?’, the manager muttered. ‘Taylor and her team are unavailable now, as you can see’, Ursula answered, texting her a pair of pictures. Amber’s eyes grew wider when she saw one image of four security guards bound and gagged in their underwear in the storage room and other with five captive guards, four kneeling on the floor with their hands on their heads and one hanging upside-down from a rope. She could hardly believe what she saw but managed to sound firm in her reply: ‘I do not know who you are or what do you want, but the police are here and you are not going to get away with it’. The manager heard a clean and loud laugh. ‘The two blonde cops? Say hi to them’, Ursula said. Amber looked at the cops, who discreetly waved at her and put their fingers on their lips. The manager froze, unable to reply, so Ursula continued: ‘I will join you in a second. Do not do anything foolish in the meantime’. Amber, looking at the fake cops, nodded and weakly answered: ‘Ok’.
Two minutes later, Ursula arrived to the reception. She smiled at Amber and told: ‘Hi, I am your head of security for the night. I want you and the receptionist to follow my friends (pointing to the alleged cops) to the office you have behind the reception desk discreetly and do what they told. I will come back in a few minutes’. The puzzled manager asked: ‘what is going on? How are the police involved? Is this some kind of security drill orchestrated by the FIA? Our security detail is far from being perfect, but this is outrageous!’. Ursula answered: ‘That is a very imaginative idea, I wish I had come up with something like that. However, the reality is far less convoluted: we know a pair of federal agents is arriving here tonight and we have to ‘intercept’ them. If you cooperate, you and your staff will not be hurt’. ‘And what about the security guards? Why is the police involved in something like this? How did you find out about this?’ Amber inquired. ‘Well, we are not going to hurt Taylor and her team, but we have a very antagonist relationship with authority so we may have some fun with them. In relation to those two women, they are obviously impersonating a pair of cops. We hacked your system so we have access to everything, including your computer microphones, so my partners heard you calling the police and decide to intervene’, Ursula helpfully detailed. The hotel manager gasped: it dawned on her who Ursula was: the wanted criminal from the news who had raided two police precincts. Amber shivered and decided that it was futile to offer resistance, so she and a perplexed Violet meekly obeyed the fake cops’ orders, who left the ‘Coming back soon’ sign on the reception desk.
The fake cops were actually Sally Perkins y Belinda Dykinson, Susan’s young cousin. The blonde geek, fully recovered from her shoulder injury, had played a key role by breaking into the hotel’s systems, providing Ursula with a lot of information and helping the team to neutralise the security guards by hacking the hotel’s cameras. Belinda, on her part, had become a regular member of the crew, although Ursula still preferred to use her as back-up. Sally and Belinda had been waiting in a black van parked nearby the hotel, ready to intervene in case there was an emergency, when they intercepted Taylor’s call to the police and decided to accelerate their arrival.
Once the four women got in the manager’s office, the two blonde agents ordered Amber and Violet to strip. The captives’ initial reluctance was quickly overcome when Belinda took out her gun and volunteered to do it herself. While Sally was accessing to Amber’s computer, in order to delete any file that could be traced back to them, Belinda’s eyes were fixated in their two prisoners’ luscious bodies. Amber was wearing a bright orange lacy bra, matching tanga-panties and black garters and stockings. The racy lingerie exacerbated the strawberry blonde’s imagination, who had looked mesmerised the manager’s striptease, unable to lose sight of the manager’s rotund tits and ass. She even ordered her to turn around a couple of times to have a better view of her body. Violet’s scantily clad body was an arresting sight as well. The receptionist’ enticing ass was only covered by white skimpy panties while her round boobs were hardly contained by a white brassier. Finally, a pair of black stockings made her legs even more alluring.
After a few seconds, Belinda stopped daydreaming and sprung back in action. She taped their captives’ mouths and used rope to tie both women back to back, with their hands resting on each other’s lap. She was almost as deft as her older cousin, so in a couple of minutes the two hotel’s workers were tightly restrained. Besides tying the women’s ankles, Belinda had circled Taylor and Violet’s breasts with rope and then tied their waists together. The fake cop did not miss the opportunity to fondle the two captives’ big breasts in the process, which showed how closely she was following Susan’s steps. After she finished, Sally and her put on their captives’ uniforms and returned to the reception wearing green skirts and blazers and blue blouses. The team had almost succeeded in taking over the hotel, but they did not know that there were a pair of loose ends that needed to be tied before the federal agents’ arrival.
Chapter 8. December 23, 2022 (8.05 pm)
Becca Schultz did not know what to think. The receptionist had gone to the second floor to attend the unusually high number of complaints. The cleaning crew apparently had started to do its job fine and suddenly became sloppy. All the complaints were made by guests from the third floor and the eastern wing of the second floor. Moreover, many guests protested that they had run into a cleaning maid in the evening but she was a rude blonde woman who had refused to attend their petitions. Then, a security guard has told them they were going to fire her and everything would be sorted out but no one else had showed up. ‘It makes no sense’, she though. ‘The evening’s cleaning shift only works in the restaurant and casino area, why was she there?’ Becca pondered. The redheaded receptionist also noticed with surprise that there were no security guards in the second floor.
The receptionist had solved the guests’ complaints by calling the laundry room and asked them to send upstairs a pair of extra maids. However, she still ruminated what has happened. Suddenly, she had a revelation while looking at the list of rooms which had filed a complaint. The list was headed by Room 215 and Becca remembered who was staying in the adjacent room: the two stewardesses who checked-in so late! The receptionist also recalled that one of them asked her whether she was working the evening shift the next day or not. ‘This cannot be a coincidence’, she thought. Becca could not figure out what was going on and how and why the stewardesses could be involved in something like this, but she knew her hunch was right. The redhead doubted what to do. Her first instinct was to go back to reception and inform Taylor, but she knew how stressed the manager was, so she decided to investigate on her own. Later, she would ruefully regret having taken the initiative.
Becca walked to Room 214 and knocked on the door: at least it was worthy to ask them about their room’s situation. There was no answer, although she believed she could hear some faint noises from inside. For a second time she considered going back to reception and for a second time she failed to listen to the voice of prudence. The events might have unfolded very differently that night if she had. By contrast, the receptionist got a card key and opened the door. ‘Hello, Ms Campos? Ms Bloom? Are you here?’, she asked while opening the door. Becca was thinking the excuse she would give if she was caught red-handed, when her heart stopped: she saw two Latina women tied spread-eagle in the beds just wearing their white underwear. ‘Were they two of the hotel’s cleaners?’, she thought.
The receptionist rushed to help them when she heard a noise coming from the wardrobe. She slid the door to find out the real Maria Campos and Joelle Bloom naked and tied back to back. Overwhelmed, she did not know who to attend first so she decided to get the room’s phone and call reception. The loud beating of her heart and her focus on the phone’s ringing prevented Becca from hearing the four captives’ muffled sounds of warning and the approaching steps. A pair of hands quickly grabbed the receptionist, covering her mouth before she could shout, and yanking the phone from her hands.
**
Once she had helped Susan to take care of the security guards, Zoe decided to do a quick round and check on their other two groups of captives. Her strawberry blonde partner thought it was a good idea and asked her to please bring her black bag back from Room 214 when she returned. Zoe nodded and smiled: ‘Sure, but promise me that you will wait until I come back to start the fun’. ‘Of course, but be quick!’, Susan said half-heartedly.
The fake security guard stopped first by the storage room in the third floor where the four guards’ futile attempts to break free had been completely unsuccessful. She inspected the handcuffs and ropes, took a couple of pictures of their captives for Susan’s collection and gave a spank to Julia’s round ass before leaving.
Zoe took the stairs to the second floor and walked towards Room 214. The Latina held her breath when she saw the door opened, but reacted calmly. Moving as stealthy as a predator, she walked into the room and seized Becca before she could react. The fake guard skilfully pinched the receptionist’s neck, knocking her out. She quickly rushed to close the room’s door and silenced the four captives with just a threatening look. She was 99% sure they did not need the redhead’s uniform, but she wanted to tease Susan when she came back to the Suite, so she started to undress the unconscious receptionist. Then, she tied her hands behind back and her ankles with tape, and used extra tape to leave the prisoner hogtied. They had all of the ball-gags in the Suite, so she took off her black thong and stuffed it in the captives’ mouth, tying it with one of the stewardesses’ pantyhose which were still laying on the floor. Becca was now bound and gagged wearing only a white and blue bra and matching panties underneath her black pantyhose. As a final touch, the Latina took her prisoner’s generous boobs out of the bra’s cups and took a few pictures of the new prisoner for her partner.
Zoe informed Ursula of her fortuitous encounter and got confirmation that Sally and Belinda were now in control of reception. Then, she returned to the Presidential Suite, where she was a bit surprised to see everything was almost identical than 15 minutes ago, when she left. Taylor, Lilith, Megan and Wendy, who had been forced to strip at gun-point, were on their knees, with their hands zip-tied behind their backs, their ankles tied with rope (they had run out of zip-ties, because they did not expect to encounter so many guards) and blindfolded with their own ties. The Latina secret agent admired their captives’ bodies and their choice of lingerie. Taylor was wearing a black semi-transparent bra, which did not preclude the sigh of the blonde’s suggesting pink nipples, matching lacy panties and stockings and garters of the same colour. Likewise, Lilith was wearing black stockings and garters, but her bra and bikini-panties were teal-coloured. Megan had opted for a purple lacy bra and matching tanga-panties underneath her black pantyhose. Finally, Wendy was wearing a racy red thong below her black pantyhose and a matching strapless bra which could hardly contain her generous’ tits.
The four guards were not gagged, but their blindness had made them lost any bravado they might had, so they did not dare to move or speak to each other. Their stillness sharply contrasted with Patricia’s frantic demeanour. The tall guard was using all her strength to break free from her bonds, without success, and trying to work in tandem with Peyton. The ball-gags difficulted their communication, making the futile endeavour even more frustrating for the amazon.
There was just a tiny difference, though. Zoe was not surprised that Susan had been unable to keep her promise. The strawberry blonde criminal had grown impatient and had started what she later defined as a ‘Spiderman 69’. Susan was standing in front of the hapless Maddie, who still hung upside-down from the cell but now had her hands tied with rope, with her skirt rolled up and her red panties down her ankles. Not surprisingly, the hapless guard was being forced to eat Susan’s pussy. The fake security guard did not want to be greedy, so she had gently moved aside the blonde’s white panties and started licking the captive’s clitoris.
When Susan saw the pictures of the receptionist Zoe had taken, she lamented that her partner had not brought the redhead with her to the Suite. However, she did not mourn the absence for long, as she dug different items from her black bag. ‘You said Ursula gave us two hours of free time before we got ready. Let’s make good use of them’, she told her Latina friend.
If the fourth floor had not been deserted, the nearby guests would have surely complained about the noises coming from the Presidential Suite, although few of them could have had imagined what kind of pandemonium was taking place there.
Peyton and Lilith were standing in the centre of the room, with their hands still zip-tied to their backs but with their legs free and without any gag or blindfold, respectively. The two attractive women were providing a show for the ages. Following Susan’s very specific instructions, and Zoe’s occasional input, the two guards were forced to strip each other, make out, kiss and fondle their tits until they eventually ended up scissoring, a practice in which Peyton proved to be surprisingly adept. The two criminals watched (and directed) the whole show while they had their pussies eaten by Megan and Wendy. After climaxing a couple of times, and while the lesbian show was still unfolding, they decided to ‘reward’ the first-floor guards’ assistance. Megan and Wendy were forced to kneel face-down on the bedroom’s couch, with their round asses in the air, while Susan produced a pair of strap-ons from her bag. She and Zoe tore up their hapless prisoners’ pantyhose and tossed aside their panties, fucking both guards senseless.
Patricia and Peyton fared even worse. Both women were forced to ride a double-ended dildo. With their hands zip-tied behind their backs, their ankles tied together and a loose rope connecting both guards’ necks, they were unable to break free. Patricia had been additionally punished for her defiant attitude and racist remark, so Susan had put a butt-plug on her ass to add salt to the injury. Once Peyton and Lilith’s performance ended, the two guards received the criminals undivided attention, so they were compelled to ride the dildo even harder while being forced to eat Zoe and Susan’s pussies and, later, Megan’s and Wendy’s while the two criminals decided to have a foursome with Lilith and Peyton.
Lastly, the unfortunate Maddie was still hanging upside-down. She had pleaded her captors to be put on the ground, but her request had been denied for the time being. On the contrary, her situation aggravated. Susan had first removed the blonde’s tie and then she unbuttoned her blazer and shirt and cut her white bra, revealing her perky breasts. Maddie’s white panties had also been cut and used to panty-gag her. As a final touch, Susan had put a vibrator in the guard’s pussy at maximum power.
The strawberry blonde took dozens of pictures and recorded several videos of the show she has orchestrated. In a brief moment of respite, she told Zoe: ‘I missed Ursula’s missions, I hope she is having as much fun as us’. Ursula, however, had not had a moment of respite yet.

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Chapter 9. December 23, 2022 (8.15 pm)
Miranda Trenton looked good on the security uniform. She was 5’ 8’’, slim and athletic; she had a comely face and pretty green eyes and she wore her long, luscious and brown hair in a ponytail. Additionally, she was one of the most reliable guards of Harris Security. That is why Taylor had put her on charge of the security cameras, because she knew she would not get distracted or bored after ten minutes like most of her employees. Miranda was very distressed. She had found out that someone had hacked the security cameras, so she had been watching the same loop for at least one hour. Miranda cursed herself for not having noticed it before and felt a strong resolve to fix the situation.
She went to the hotel’s underground garage through the personnel stairs, located behind reception, in order to get a laptop from the van. Once there, she thought it would be faster to work from there instead of losing precious minutes in returning back. It took her ten minutes, but thanks to her computer savvy she was able to reconnect the security cameras from a safe IP. However, her heart sank when she saw the real live-feed from the hotel: everything seemed normal except the fact that there were no security guards on sight. Miranda frenetically changed cameras, looking for any sight of Taylor or any of her partners, but she could only see a security guard who she did not recognise leaving Room 214. She followed her with the video cameras until the mysterious guard got into the Presidential Suite. ‘Something fucked up is going on’, she realised.
Miranda radioed Taylor but got no answer, so she decided to come back to the reception as fast as she could to alert the manager and call the police (she now regretted her boss’ strict policy of no cell phones at work). The brown-haired guard was so distressed by the situation that failed to notice that a black van had parked not far from her a couple of minutes ago, an odd vehicle and a very odd time to arrive at the hotel.
The security guard climbed the stairs and speed-walked towards reception, but stopped at the manager’s office when she heard noises inside. Miranda drew her gun and stealthily opened the door: she could had never expected what the noises were. The guard saw the hotel manager and one of the receptionists tied and gagged in their underwear. Both women had been tied together and they were furiously attempting to untie themselves (in fact it was Taylor the only one who was doing a real effort because Violet was not willing to play a heroine role against armed criminals). When they saw Miranda, Taylor and Violet screamed for help, although their taped mouths stifled their cries. The security guard took a finger to her mouth and asked them to be silent. To the captives’ despair, she continued towards the reception after a few seconds of hesitation. She took of her heels and walked on her tiptoes, ready to apprehend the criminals who had attacked the hotel and called the police. She imagined that she could neutralise the criminals even before the cops arrived, Die Hard-style. However, Miranda’s naïve daydreaming abruptly ended when she heard a gun clicking behind her head. ‘Where were you, sweetie? Your friends miss you’, Ursula said.
**
The real Mallory Thompson and Danielle Paris could not believe their bad luck. They were two hot, slim and petite cops with pretty faces and similar age, although Mallory had long brown hair while Danielle was blonde. They knew that policewomen had been attacked and their clothes stolen throughout the country in the past months, but ‘what were the odds of actually happening something like that to them?’ They thought. The cops had been instructed to be alert all the time, but it was impossible to predict every kind of attack, particularly when they thought it was a routine job.
When they were ordered to go to the Perriot Desert Hotel to deal with a rowdy guest they did not raise an eyebrow: it was a pretty common assignment, although this kind of calls were normally placed a bit later in the evening. They did not suspect anything either when they saw a black van blocking the hotel’s entrance. They just thought it was some asshole who had parked terribly. Hindsight is 20/20, they now lamented.
Mallory left the car to check the van, while Danielle waited in the car. No one was seating at the front, so the brunette cop circled the vehicle. She shrugged her shoulders, looking at her partner for any suggestion, when the van’s side door quickly opened. Mallory had no time to react as a pair of hands grabbed her and pulled the petite cop inside the van. Danielle saw her partner’s terrified face but had no chance to help her. Before she could reach to her gun or radio, a very young woman came from nowhere and aimed a shotgun at her. The blonde cop was ordered to leave the car with her hands raised and get into the van. Danielle quickly complied and entered the vehicle. There she found a blonde slender woman pointing a gun to Mallory, who was kneeling on the floor with her hands on her head.
The policewomen were forced to strip and hand their guns and uniforms to their assailants, which consisted on boots, black pants, navy blue shirts and black ties and caps. They had to take off their socks as well, although they were allowed to keep their underwear. Both women complied meekly. They had recognised Sally and Belinda as part of that dangerous team that had been on the news for weeks during the summer so they did not dare to anger them. Considering the ordeals than some of their most unfortunate colleagues from Green Valley and Harbour Plains had suffered, they were willing to accept the humiliation of being found scantily clad in a few hours if they did not have to endure something worse. In that regard, Danielle regretted not having opted for a more conservative choice of underwear like her partner’s. While Mallory was wearing beige bikini-panties and matching bra, Danielle had chosen a red thong and a matching lacy bra. That decision, however, was greatly appreciated by Belinda, who made a couple of comments in that matter while she fondled her toned ass and perky tits. The two policewomen saw how the two criminals put on their uniforms after leaving them bound and gagged in the van, which they had moved to the kerb once the ambush had succeeded. Both cops sighed with relief when they saw the attackers leaving and, immediately after, they heard the familiar sound of their cruiser: ‘it could have been worse’, they thought.
**
Ursula had left the hotel manager and the receptionist in the hands of the fake cops and rushed to erase their tracks. The now blonde agent took the police cruiser, parked at the hotel’s entrance, and drove it to the underground garage. Fortunately, it was very late and the parking area was deserted. Then, she returned to collect the black van, which she had parked next to the police vehicle.
Danielle and Mallory thought for a second that they might be rescued only 10 minutes after being captured, but the cops’ hopes turned into ashes when they saw with despair that the security guard who had opened the van’s door did not have any intention of helping them. Ursula looked appreciatively at Belinda’s work. Both cops were ball-gagged and lying down with their hands tied behind their backs, but only the policewomen’s shoulders touched the van’s floor. Belinda has tied their ankles to the ceiling with rope, making excruciatingly tiring and hard for them to struggle against their bonds and to make noises that could alert anyone who passed by. Lastly, Ursula also appreciated that her partner had lowered the pretty cops’ bras, revealing their perky boobs.
Ursula doubted for a second and then she decided to untie Mallory’s ankles from the ceiling. The petite cop struggled when Ursula carried her over her shoulder out of the van and her blonde partner started to yell as loud as the ball-gag allowed her. Thus, Ursula assuaged them: ‘we will be back very soon, I just need one of you to call your precinct and tell that everything is well at the hotel’.
The fake security guard tossed Mallory on the cruiser’s seat and removed her ball-gag. She toyed with the brunette’s exposed nipples and caressed the hapless cop’s crotch with her gun: ‘Do not do anything stupid and speak as calmly as you can’, Ursula told her while moving the radio to the captive’s mouth. The policewoman contacted her precinct and told them that the incident at the hotel had been sorted out: it was just a misunderstanding with one of the guest’s missing wallet, so they would continue patrolling for the rest of the night. Ursula nodded with approval and put the ball-gag back on the hapless policewoman. She was back in the van when she saw a security guard coming out from another van parked two rows ahead. ‘Shit! Did we miss one uniformed bitch? She thought’.
Fortunately, Miranda Trenton was so absorbed in her thoughts that did not see a woman wearing the same uniform as her carrying a scantily clad cop on her shoulder. Ursula rushed to act. She quickly retied Mallory’s ankles to the van’s ceiling and followed the newly-found guard. Miranda stopped for a moment at the manager’s office, providing Ursula with time to get closer. Seconds later, the now blonde agent was able to intercept the last person who could threaten their plans. They know controlled the hotel for real.
Amber and Violet saw with despair that Miranda was going to join them in captivity. The security guard was forced to sit on a chair and Ursula taped the woman’s hands to the chair’s arms and then her ankles to the chair’s legs. The captive’s skirt rolled up, allowing Ursula to get a good glimpse of the guard’s black stockings and metal-grey panties. The secret agent unbuttoned the brunette’s blazer and shirt, revealing a sexy metal-grey bra, and used more tape to fixed the captive’s waist and chest to the chair. As a final touch, Ursula took off her purple bikini-panties and stuffed them in Miranda’s mouth, using tape to assure she did not spit them. Then, the fake security guard turned to the now even more scared Amber and said: ‘We need to talk’.
Sally left Belinda in charge of the reception and joined Ursula and the captives in the manager’s office for the parlay. ‘I resent that you failed to mention that there were another guard and an additional receptionist on the loose’, Ursula started. The manager, shaken, replied: ‘You did not ask and I did not think about it. Is Becca alright?’ The secret agent snorted, smiling: ‘Fair point. Also, do not worry about the other woman: she is in a similar position as you but somewhere else’. Ursula continued: ‘Ok. Let’s cut to the chase. I would love to organise a surprise party for the federal agents, so I need the Prime Minister Suite’s key’. ‘That is not possible. We reset the card keys this morning and we are not allowed to generate new ones. The FIA asked us to block this room’s codes and to send them a randomly generated password to the agents’ phone, so they can install it and use their cells as keys’. It was such a convoluted answer that Ursula looked puzzled, unable to figure out whether Amber was lying to her or not. Sally, however, could confirm the manager’s story. She had gone through the woman’s computer a few minutes ago and there was nothing they could do until the agents arrived. ‘Well, that means we will have to think of something different and that we have a couple of hours to relax. I definitively need it, so Sally, if you need me, I will be at The Presidential Suite’, Ursula concluded.
Chapter 10. December 23, 2022 (10.55 pm)
Special Agents Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández were so concentrated in their work that they did not notice they had arrived to the hotel until the car stopped. Both agents were going through their notes for a last time before taking Donna Specter with them tomorrow. With the accountant’s help, they could prove that the offshore accounts they had tracked had been used to fund criminal activities such as Ursula Volkanov’s. With some luck, they could even uncover more secret accounts and tie them to their owners. Their excitement, however, was mixed with some concern. They had hoped that just their immediate superior would be aware of their trip only to find out that they were going to spend the night at a hotel which belonged to some local magnate with friends in Capitol City. ‘Who else knows about this trip?’ They lamented. There were a lot of powerful people, some of them which pretended to be law-abiding citizens, interested in seeing this investigation derailing, so they would have preferred more secrecy.
At least their boss had managed to discreetly contact the local police to get them an escort without giving any details about their mission. Both agents did not have much field experience, so they appreciated being accompanied by three cops, although they would have preferred if they had worn plain clothes instead of their regular uniform. Sergeant Pam Porter was the commanding officer. A plump blonde with very short hair and grey eyes in her late thirties, Sgt Porter was as experienced as voluptuous. She was accompanied by Kerri Tyler and Emily Coots, two attractive and young cops. Kerri was a short and curvy brunette with curly hair, big brown eyes and a rotund ass. Emily, by contrast, was a tallish, slim blonde with long hair. Although she was not as busty as her partner, she had two generous breasts. The three women were wearing black skirt, navy-blue shirt, short heels, and black tie and cap. By contrast, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández were dressing smartly and they looked gorgeous even without using make-up. The slim brunette was wearing a light-blue skirt and blazer, which provided a good match to her short brown hair, and white shirt. Her partner had opted for a similar model in pink, a colour which sharply contrasted with her long and black curly hair, but the Latina’s skirt was a couple of inches shorter, showing her enticing thighs clad in black stockings, and her shirt had more cleavage that Lydia’s.
The five agents of the law entered the hotel’s hall, where they were greeted by the hotel manager, Amber Matthews, a short blonde with glasses, and the head of security, Taylor Harris, who was also blonde, although that did not seem her hair’s natural colour, but who was taller and stronger. There were also two other security guards in the background, a Latina and a strawberry blonde, and the receptionist, who looked uncannily similar to the strawberry blonde guard. Besides that, the ground floor was deserted, although there was some noise coming from the casino at the other end of the floor. Agent Hernandez stared at the hotel manager and the head of security for a second, because they looked familiar to her, specially the latter, although she dismissed any crazy thought. ‘The lack of sleep and stress is making my imagination run wild’, she thought
Ursula could not prevent a smile. They were wearing make-up and all the members of her team had underwent minor surgery to slightly change their looks, but it was a very bold move to meet the federal agents face to face while the real hotel’s staff and security were bound and gagged out of sight. She noticed that, although the leading agent was so preoccupied with her thoughts that had barely looked at them, the Latina agent had a moment of clarity, although could not grasp the meaning of her discomfort. The fake head of security did not expect that the agents would come accompanied by more cops, so she was now reassessing her options. Ursula was sure that the five women were no match for her team, but she doubted they could capture them without wreaking havoc in the hotel. A direct confrontation would likely attract the attention of guests or of any of the waitresses and croupiers who were unaware of who was actually running the hotel that night. However, the decision was made for her. The now blonde secret agent saw that Mrs VanWarren was entering the hotel, and she was not alone, so they had to rethink their strategy, and quickly.
Zoe exchanged a worried look with Ursula. The fake head of security nodded approvingly, so the Latina and Susan discreetly left the hall and disappeared while the fake head of security discussed the security arrangements with Sgt Porter. After being reassured that there were more guards in the hotel, although without being informed of their current situation, the blonde sergeant ordered Ursula to deploy their team as usual and just leave the fourth floor’s vigilance to them. The fake head of security tried to persuade the veteran cop of relieving them of their positions later, so they could get some rest, but Sgt Porter dismissed it. The cop answered bluntly and rudely to Ursula’s offer, saying they did not need the help of amateurs. The sergeant could not imagine that her professional zeal and haughtiness would cost her and her fellow officers dearly that night. Consequently, the five officers of the law took the elevator without further discussion, and left a bitter Ursula in the hall.
In the meantime, Sally and Belinda were trying to deal with a very drunk Melania VanWarren and her friends. The hotel owner’s blonde wife had been partying in Pacific City with Ruth Gibbons and Jennifer South, two attractive secretaries who were also the mistresses of VanWarren’s business partners. Both women were tall, slim and curvaceous like her friend, although Ruth had short red hair and Jennifer had a long raven-coloured braid. Melania had persuaded them to continue the party at the hotel. At the entrance they had run into what Sally and Belinda easily identified as a sex worker, a buxom woman with black and short hair named Samantha Green who went out to smoke. Although the four women were wearing long strapless black dresses, Samantha’s was significantly more provocative. She was also not as loud as the rest of the group. The three drunk brats had asked her if she had any coke and, before she could even answer, invited her to come with them upstairs so they could ‘refresh’ before going to the casino. The perplexed sex worker, who worked regularly at the hotel’s casino, had decided to tag along when she recognised Melania, in order to not upset the owner’s wife, although her discomfort was evident.
Melania VanWarren was so wasted that she did not realised that she was not talking to the real Amber Matthews. The fake hotel manager took a very long time in producing a card key for the group, so the federal agents and the other cops did not notice that the loud group was staying in the same floor a them, and asked the fake head of security to walk Mrs VanWarren and her friends to the Suite. Once Ursula left with the party group, Sally texted Zoe and Susan: ‘Ursula is bringing more guests to the Presidential Suite: be ready’.
The woman who was impersonating Taylor Harris did her best to herd the four women as silently as possible and to dodge Melania’s request to find coke and join them at the Suite. The cops had probably heard some noises, but Ursula managed to walk the four women inside the room before being seen. Mrs VanWarren and her two friends were very drunk, so they looked confused when they entered the suite. The much sharper Samantha tried to scream, but Ursula quickly covered her mouth, when she saw that there were seven naked or scantily clad women bound and gagged in very humiliating positions. The real Taylor Harris and Patricia, the tall guard, were still tied together and their pussies connected by a double-ended dildo. Peyton, the head of security’s younger sister, and Lilith, a short brunette guard, had being tied naked in a 69 position, with their faces buried in each other pussies as an epilogue for their long lesbian show. Despite their dutifulness, Megan and Wendy’s had being restrained in a similarly humiliating position. Both guards were hogtied, and Susan had gagged both women with their own panties, removed her bras, leaving them stark naked except for their torn pantyhose. As a last touch, the strawberry blonde criminal had taped two satisfiers on the guards’ clitoris. Finally, Maddie had been allowed some respite. The blonde guard was no longer upside-down: now she was standing in the middle of the room with her hands tied above her head to the lamp with rope, her shirt and blazer were wide open, revealing the guard’s enticing boobs, and her skirt was now missing, so the blonde guard could not cover her modesty as her white panties were stuffed in her mouth. The vibrator was still in the same place too.
While Ursula quickly took care of Samantha, Zoe and Susan easily subdued the three brats, who were becoming aware of their dire situation as the adrenaline kicked in and evaporated the alcohol’s fumes. Soon, the four women were standing next to Maddie, with their hands tied above their heads to the room’s lamp. Although they did not need their clothes, the criminals had pulled down the women’s dresses, although they let them keep their high heels. None of the four new captives was wearing a bra and they all were wearing thongs, which did not surprise Ursula and her team in the slightest. Melania’s and Ruth’s were both black, although the redhead’s was semi-transparent, Jennifer’s was red and Samantha’s white. The sex worker was also wearing black stockings. The three brats did not keep their panties for long, though, as they were used to gag them. Fortunately for Samantha, Ursula had found a last ball-gag which she used to silence the sex worker’s mouth.
Once they took care of the captives, Ursula moved to the door and check the aisle to be sure the cops were in the other wing of the floor. When she verified that the coast was clear, she ordered Zoe and Susan to wait there for instructions and left the room stealthily. She had concocted a plan to get into the Prime Minister Suite.

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Chapter 11. December 23, 2022 (11.47 pm)
Esmeralda Serrano was a short and attractive 20-years-old woman with medium-length black hair. She had blue eyes and pale skin, which was unusual for a Latina, and she worked as a waitress at the Perriot Desert Hotel, so she was wearing a very short black dress and black pantyhose. Esmeralda arrived to the fourth floor and pushed a curtained-trolley with food trays on top to the Prime Minister Suite, where she was halted by Sgt Porter, who guarded the door with Kerri Tyler. The blonde sergeant said that no one had ordered room service, but the very young waitress informed her that the hotel manager had called to offer a complimentary meal to the agents. Angry for not being informed beforehand, the senior officer barked at Kerri to take the damn trolley inside. Esmeralda said that it was not necessary, she could do it herself, but the sergeant was adamant that no one else was allowed in the room.
The sergeant saw that the young waitresses was waiting for a tip and had no intention to leave until Kerri returned from the room, making her angrier. She was about to unceremoniously tell her to fuck off when Emily Coots radioed her: she was walking in the eastern wing when she saw in the distance a barely naked woman running to the stairs. The cop noticed that the Presidential Suite’s door was open, albeit it was dark and silent there, so she was chasing the mysterious woman now. Sgt Porter turned red with fury and ordered Kerri to go inspect the Presidential Suite while her partner pursued the suspect. ‘We were told the fourth floor was going to be deserted for additional security’, she grumbled.
**
Agents Wallace and Hernández were drowning in paper. Although they had been working very hard for the past months, the amount of data they had to analyse was huge, so they wanted to be sure everything was impeccable tomorrow. Therefore, the agents did not bother to unpack their small suitcases, they just took off their heels and holsters for comfort and spread dozens of folders over the room’s big table and sofas: they were looking for a very long night. Both attractive women could not then imagine how long it was going to be.
They were very busy but they found rude to dismiss the manager’s kind offer of a free meal when she phoned them. The federal agents were so absorbed by their work that they barely paid attention to the trolley one of the policewomen brought inside the room. One minute later, however, they were startled by the sound a loud thump outside the room.
Both women rushed to the door and opened it to found two women laying on the floor, unconscious. One of them was Sgt Porter and the other was a very young woman with black hair: the waitresses who brought dinner, the agents correctly figured out. Sonia Hernández kneel down to check on both women while Lydia Wallace looked perplexed to both ways of the aisle: ‘Where were the two other cops? Who attacked these women?’ She mused. After a few seconds of hesitation, Agent Wallace told her partner: ‘I have a very bad feeling about this. Let’s go get our guns and call for back-up’. However, the agents were not allowed to do any of those things.
Out of sudden, the waitresses mysteriously awoke. The agents realised with shock that it was the receptionist, who wore a wig to disguise her strawberry blonde hair. More worryingly, the young woman was pointing Sgt Porter’s gun towards them. The shock was nothing compared to hearing the clicks of two guns behind them. The federal agents were ordered to put their hands on their heads and get back in the room. Both women complied and when they turned they saw that the alleged head of security was smiling at them. The woman, now wearing a black catsuit, had taken their guns from the table. Finally, it dawned on them: Lydia and Sonia could not believe what they saw and how they had missed it. You just had to imagine that woman with a different hair colour and a few changes here and there to realise that their prey had become the hunter. The agents looked at each other with dread: they were now the captives of Ursula Volkanov.
**
Samantha Green was embarrassed to be tied up in her underwear but mostly angry at herself: she should have not let herself being persuaded by Mrs VanWarren and her friends to join them. The sex worker recognised that, besides the desire of not upsetting a powerful woman, it was her curiosity and amusement for the situation what has pushed her in the end, and she hated not having been able to keep a cool head. Another part of her was more lenient with her decision: ‘Who the hell could have predicted that you were walking into something like that?’ Samantha looked around to the room full of women, most of them security guards as the discarded uniforms proved, bound and naked in humiliating positions and concluded: ‘Yes, I am sure that, for all its debauchery, this hotel had not witnessed anything like this before’.
The sex worker had remained calmed, all things considered, but gulped when one the captors, the Latina, told out aloud that she wanted to have a private conversation with the pretty brunette with short hair and round boobs. ‘Here it comes’, she thought with resignation. Zoe untied Samantha’s rope from the lamp and walked the captive to the bedroom, leaving Susan in charge of the rest of the prisoners. The strawberry blonde had been told to stay alert so she refrained from starting new projects with the captives, to her chagrin.
Zoe, however, had other plans. She told Samantha that they were sorry she got involved in this. Moreover, they were willing to compensate her for her troubles. When Zoe realised that the sex worker was very receptive, the Latina removed the captive’s ball-gag and continued: ‘we will pay you $20.000 if you help us. I will transfer to your account half of it now with my phone and you will get the other half in cash from the hotel manager. You only have to do one thing: we will pretend that we are having sex and that you escaped. Then, you run towards the eastern wing’ stairs and be sure that the cops see you. Do not worry about anything, my partner would have sneaked out of the room before and will see that you are not stopped. Then, go to reception, get the money and some clothes the manager will give you and go home without telling the police what you saw. We have your wallet and car licence, so we know your real name, Samantha, and we will know where to find you if you call the cops. Understood?’ The sex worker nodded and deeply breathed in. ‘Deal. If you throw a couple extra thousands we do not have to pretend that we are having sex’, she answered, winking an eye to Zoe.
**
The real Esmeralda Serrano was a pretty, short Latina with tanned skin and brown eyes who wore her raven hair in a braid, although Ursula was sure that Belinda could impersonate her just wearing a wig, as the cops had barely looked at her when they arrived to the reception. Sally called the almost closed restaurant and told them that they have to prepare special room service for the Prime Minister Suite. The waitress should stop first by reception, so she could give her some specific directions. The restaurant supervisor, Chad Fowler, unaware of the true purpose of those ‘instructions’, had sent Esmeralda with a trolley full of delicacies. The Latina was one of the few waitresses who always rejected Chad’s sexual advances, so the supervisor liked to punish her with additional tasks. That is why the unfortunate waitresses was now lying bound and gagged in her underwear next to the real hotel’s manager, one of the receptionists, and one security guard.
The waitresses walked into the manager’ officer only to be ordered to strip of her uniform. Esmeralda was wearing a white push-up bra, matching French-cut panties and brown pantyhose. The Latina was hogtied with rope and had her mouth taped; however, Belinda had decided to compensate the unlucky waitress, so when the other captives were not looking, she discreetly pulled the elastic of Esmeralda’s pantyhose and panties and stuffed a fat stack of 100$ notes in her crotch. ‘For your troubles’, she cheerfully said to the startled waitress.
Belinda, now wearing the waitress’ clothes, carried a ‘Trojan trolley’ to the Prime Minister Suite. Sgt Porter’s refusal to let the waitress access the room did not change the team’s plan: The unsuspecting cops did not notice that Ursula was hidden inside the trolley when they left it inside the suite. The fake waitress waited for the distraction Zoe and Susan had orchestrated for the policewomen and, when the sergeant was left alone, she took a chloroform-soaked cloth from her pocket. Pam Porter was rendered unconscious before she could call her precinct for back-up or to alert of the appearance of the mysterious woman. Then, Belinda laid down next to the knocked-out cop and pretended to be unconscious as well. She made a loud noise on purpose to attract the attention of the federal agents inside the room. The young blonde criminal was not expected to awake from her fake slumber, but she wanted to help Ursula as much as she could. The plan worked perfectly, as the shocked looks of the defeated agents Wallace and Hernández testified.
**
Emily Coots walked the fourth floor’s eastern wing absent-mindedly. The pretty policewoman had heard some noises a while ago, but everything was quiet now. Suddenly, she was startled by a shocking view: she saw a woman running towards the stairs and, moreover, the runner was only wearing a white thong and black stockings. Emily shouted at her and then chased her. The blonde cop regretted wearing a skirt now, but she managed to follow her at a distance. The policewoman also saw with the corner of her eye that the door of the Presidential Suite was open, although it was dark and it seemed empty. ‘Maybe there was a party there: that is why I heard what seemed a group of women before’, she thought. They had been told that the floor was empty though. Therefore, Emily kept running while radioed her superior to inform her of the strange situation. The blonde cop lost sight of the mysterious woman when she reached the stairs. She followed her downstairs but she run into a security guard in the third floor. Emily, panting, asked her if she had seen a semi-naked woman running but the strawberry-blonde woman laughed at the notion. The cop had no time to get angry, so she pushed the security guard out of her way to continue the chase. However, she did not expect the woman’s reaction: the guard trip her from behind and jumped her. Emily tried to struggle but Susan was firmly sitting on her back. When the fake security guard produced a gun, the blonde cop realised something terrible was going on.
Kerri did not fare better than her partner. The curvy cop, following Sgt Porter’s orders, arrived to the Presidential Suite’s entrance and hesitantly pushed the door saying: ‘Hello? Is anybody there?’. Although the room was pitch-black, she heard some grunts and stifled noises, so she figured out there were some people there, although she could not imagine how many and in what of predicament they were. The moment Kerri took her phone to use it as a torch, Zoe tackled and subdued her with ease. The surprised cop quickly surrendered and let the fake security guard to take her gun. When Zoe switched on the light, the policewoman’s jaw dropped with awe when she realised what the noises were: there were ten bound, gagged and scantily clad women in the room, most of them members of the hotel’s security, according to the scattered uniforms on the floor. Kerri’s last resistance waned when she saw that Emily, her partner, had been equally captured by another security guard impersonator who was pushing the blonde policewoman into the room. Both cops looked at each other with fearing eyes: the situation looked awfully familiar to the stories of attacks on police precincts they had seen on the news. They were right.
Chapter 12. December 24, 2022 (00.01 am)
Lydia Wallace cursed herself. ‘How could they had been so stupid?’, she thought. They had blatantly failed in their assignment. How could they not realise that Ursula and her team had impersonated the hotel’s staff and security? Now she and her partner, Sonia Hernández, were their prisoners and the brunette had the suspicion that the two other cops, officers Tyler and Coots, were not able to alert anyone. She was unfortunately right.
The two federal agents were on their knees, facing their suite’s wall with their hand on their heads. Wallace could hear Ursula going through their papers and exchanged a distressed look with her Latina partner: their hard work of the last months was now lost. Unfortunately, that might be the least of their worries: the brunette agent saw with the corner of her eye how Belinda quickly undressed and restrained the still unconscious Sgt Porter. Agent Wallace saw that the blonde cop was wearing a light-green bra, matching tanga-panties and brown garters. Pam Porter was now frog-tied, with her voluptuous thighs and calves joined together with rope, while her hands were tied behind her back. More rope had been used to tie her arms to her chest, circling the sergeant’s massive breasts -Belinda had lowered the cop’s bra, exposing her tits-, and her mouth had been taped. Being fully aware of Ursula’s team modus operandi, the federal agents saw the blonde sergeant’s predicament as the ominous Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come which announced their immediate future.
A few minutes later, Ursula finally addressed them: ‘Ok, ladies. Please, stand up and turn around but keep your hands on your head’. The federal agents dutifully obeyed and saw with despair that the now blonde spy had quickly packed their computers and documents in two backpacks. ‘Thanks for your diligence. We will probably get a bonus for delivering all this information to our employer. Needless to say, that was not our main objective tonight. You are two clever cookies, so you should have figured out by now that we plan to rescue Donna Specter and we plan to do it by impersonating the two careless federal agents who are going to collect her tomorrow morning’, Ursula said.
Agent Wallace tried to maintain her composure, but her distress was evident. ‘This is crazy even for your standards. There is no way you can pull this off. If you collaborate with us and testify against your employer, we will offer you immunity and a new life’, the brunette agent said without much confidence. Ursula smiled and answered: ‘Thanks for the kind offer, but I like my life very much as it is now. I am going to make a counteroffer though: if you answer truthfully a couple of questions regarding tomorrow’s prisoner transfer, I will allow you to ask me a question for every piece of clothing any of you take off. Deal?’
Both agents looked at each other in disbelief. ‘Are you out of your mind? We will never tell you anything’, Sonia Hernández defiantly replied. Ursula snorted and grinned at them menacingly: ‘You have been studying my missions for a while now. So, you know that, although we never hurt or kill anyone, we can find many ways of punishing you’. After a pause, Ursula concluded: ‘How do you want to be found tomorrow?’ This time, both agents looked at each other and quickly agreed that it was a good moment to start thinking in cutting their losses. Ursula asked them a few questions regarding the State Penitentiary, their contact officer -a certain Lt Lisa Kowkoski- and the transfer protocol and paperwork. Ursula knew all that information in advance, but wanted to double-check it, so she was happy to realise that the agents’ answers coincided with her notes. ‘This is going to work’, she chirpily thought. Five minutes later, she told the agents: ‘Thanks for your candour. A deal is a deal, so it is now your turn to ask. Remember: one piece of clothing per question. If you drag around, Belinda will happily intervene’. The strawberry-blonde’s lusty smile chilled both agents, who emphatically nodded.
After a few seconds of silence, Agent Wallace sighed and took the initiative. The brunette agent took off her light-blue blazer and asked: ‘Who is your employer, Ursula?’ The blonde spy laughed and said: ‘I honestly do not know. I have never seen him, but you probably know his alias: He calls himself Mr. I’. The two agents froze: If the legendary kingpin Mr. I was the one behind all this, they had been very close to discover who he actually was, they lamented. Sonia Hernández followed her partner and took off her pink blazer as well. ‘Was he behind the raids at St Sebastian and Green Valley’s police precincts?’ She asked. Ursula took a few seconds to answer: ‘That is a good question: I do not always work for him’. She cryptically answered. The Latina protested for the evasive answer but Ursula dismissed her and reminded her that they should not push their luck considering the circumstances.
Knowing that following that line of questioning would be worthless, Lydia Wallace breathed deeply and started to unbutton her white shirt. The brunette agent felt the eyes of Ursula and Belinda fixated on her as she slowly revealed a turquoise lacy bra which covered her perky breasts. ‘How did you know our itinerary?’ She angrily asked. At that point, the federal agent was done with the self-blaming and wanted to know who had betrayed them. Ursula’s answer was utterly disappointing though: she just told them that her employer gave her all the information she needed, but she did not know where it came from.
Everyone looked at Sonia Hernández. The Latina was very nervous: she was going to ask the same question than her partner and now she did not know what to do. Agent Wallace rolled her eyes in frustration when she heard her partner quickly asking where was the hotel’s staff and what had happened with the other two cops. You did not have to be a genius to know the answer. Ursula heartily laughed: ‘Although the answer is the same, you formulated two questions, agent Hernández. Therefore, you have to surrender two pieces of clothing’. The Latina nodded, cursing her foolishness. First, she took off her shirt, revealing a black with red polka dots bra which hardly contained her rotund breasts. Then, she lowered her short pink skirt. Ursula and Belinda admired the Latina’s round thighs, clad in black stockings, and the agent’s enticing curves which were barely covered by a skimpy black thong and black garters.
The now blonde spy took several seconds to scrutinise Sonia Hernández’s voluptuous body and finally answered: ‘The staff and security guards are scattered throughout the hotel, bound and gagged in different locations, although most of them are in this floor, in the Presidential Suite. The two cops are there too, I can show you’. Ursula made a videocall to Zoe and showed the phone to the two captives. The federal agents were shocked, albeit not surprised, when they saw that the two policewomen were in a worse predicament than them. They could admire Kerri Tyler’s massive breasts, as the curvy brunette was only wearing a black thong underneath brown pantyhose. On the other hand, the slim Emily Coots was completely naked, although her navy-blue panties and bra and black pantyhose could be seen on the floor, next to her partner’s black bra. Both police officers had their hands tied behind their backs but they were involved in different activities. While Kerri was kneeling on the floor, taking turns to eat Zoe and Sally’s pussies, the blonde cop was performing an epic lesbian show with other three women, a blonde, a redhead and a raven-haired. The following day the two federal agents would find out that these women were Melania VanWarren, the hotel’s bratty wife, and her friends Ruth and Jennifer.
There was a big difference between being told of something and actually seeing it. Although Lydia Wallace was very familiar with Ursula’s adventures after having interviewed the dozens of cops who had fallen prey to her, she was shocked too see her nemesis in action with her own eyes. The initial shock wore off and lead to anger. The brunette agent was furious. She was angry at herself for failing to recognise Ursula. She was angry at the three cops for having been unable to protect them. She was angry at her superiors for sending them to a trap. She was angry at whoever had leaked their itinerary for betraying them. Most of all, she was angry at Ursula. Sonia and she had worked very hard to build this case, and the fucking bitch and her team had been able to unfold it in one night. Moreover, she was toying with them: they were nowhere near to get anything that could help them in the future. Therefore, an incensed Agent Wallace unzipped her light-blue skirt and furiously pulled it down. The brunette agent’s long and toned legs looked even more alluring encased in black stockings while her skimpy turquoise panties completed an arresting sight. However, the two criminals did not have time to enjoy the view, as the brunette agent immediately fired an unexpected and caustic questions. ‘I have one last question for you, bitch. What do you think your younger sister, Nadia, thinks of her criminal sibling? I am sure she is very proud of you’, she snapped.
Ursula’s eyes were raging with fire, but she managed to answer coldly: ‘I do not know what she thinks, I have not seen her in 8 years. I do know, however, that you are going to regret this last question. When I asked you how did you want to be found tomorrow, I was honestly willing to offer you a gracious defeat. This ship has sailed though’. Lydia Walllace’s bravado started to dilute once she remembered that behind her superficial cheerfulness, Ursula was a hardened criminal with no regards towards law enforcement. The federal agent gave an apologetic look to her partner and gulped when she heard that Belinda was calling her cousin to borrow a few things for their captives. It was going to be a very long night.

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Chapter 13. December 24, 2022 (05.41 am)
Sgt Monique Waterstone was a State police trooper in Daigon, one of the states which bordered Helada. Monique was a petite and curvy brunette with short and wavy hair and green eyes. She looked really good in her uniform, which consisted of light brown trousers, chocolate-coloured shirt, black tie and shoes and camel-coloured hat, and she was looking forward to the end of their shift in order to start a short Christmas vacation. Suddenly, she received a radio call from central command. ‘Waterstone, where is your position?’, the operator inquired. ‘We are in the I69, a few miles south of Kendall Town’, the brunette agent answered. ‘Good. Move to the state border and keep your eyes peeled. We just got a notification that two police officers from Pacific City, Mallory Thompson and Danielle Paris, failed to answer a radio call, so the new security protocol is activated. The city is in shut-down, and Helada State Police asked us to patrol the borders and stop every suspicious vehicle in case the two policewomen had been kidnapped’, the operator ordered. Sgt Waterstone assented and sighted in resignation. It was her partner, Valeria Giron, a stunning Latina in her early twenties with a toned body, brown eyes and long black hair tied in a ponytail who voiced their frustration. ‘You have to be fucking kidding me! Our shift was almost over and they want us to stand there like morons. They honestly think that someone is trying to impersonate two bimbo cops from Pacific City? To do what? Play blackjack? I thought that the cop-kidnapping paranoia of this country was over!’ the outspoken Latina ranted. She could not imagine how wrong she was.
**
At the same time, not very far from there, another policewoman was similarly annoyed, although for different reasons. Lt Lisa Kowkovski was an attractive and efficient member of the Helada State Police, although she was resented by some of her colleagues because of her ambition and abrasiveness. Lisa was a 32-years-old blonde with brown eyes and a slim figure. She was accompanied by two troopers, Cheryl Turner, a slender, hot redhead with green eyes, and Amanda Burke, a petite blonde who wore a short ponytail and had two massive breasts. Both women were in their early twenties and very inexperienced, so they did not know why her superior was so angry with the two federal officers they had just arrived to collect a prisoner.
Lt Kowkovski anger was well founded, thought. She had expected the federal officers to contact her last night and to email her credentials in advance. They had not done any of that. Instead, they had showed up earlier than expected, accompanied by three local cops who did not bring proper identification, and, more annoyingly, they demanded the Lieutenant to hurry up. The blonde police officer thought that the federal agents were arrogant bitches who looked down on them and wanted to be back home for Christmas Eve. She would find later, to her chagrin, the real reasons behind that urgency.
Ursula and her team had left the Perriot Desert Hotel wearing their captives’ clothes. While Ursula and Zoe were impersonating the two federal agents, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández, Susan, Sally and Belinda pretended to be the three policewomen sent as their escort. They had managed to get into the State Penitentiary without major problems, but the damned Lieutenant was taking her sweet time in filling in the paperwork and hand them the prisoner.
Then, Cpt Hugh Cross, a tall, strong man in his fifties with a military haircut, stormed into Lt Kowkovski’s office. Without any preamble, she shook Ursula’s and Zoe’s hands and said: ‘Agent Wallace. Agent Hernández. Good to see you again. I hope you had a good night at the Perriot Dessert Hotel’. The fake federal agents froze for a second. Ursula had cut and dyed her hair last night to resemble Lydia Wallace while Zoe had changed her hair to look like Sonia Hernandez. They had used a lot of make-up and they had doctored the federal agents’ badges, but there was no way they could fool someone who had met the real law-enforcers. Ursula looked at the captain in the eye and it dawned on her. ‘He knows who we are and it is more than ok with this. How else would he know which hotel they were staying? The real agents would love to find out this guy was the one who betrayed them, but I am sure they had more urging concerns right now’, she thought.
Any doubt that Ursula and her team might had was completely dissipated by Cpt Cross’ following orders: ‘Lt Kowkovski, finish the paperwork right now and bring the prisoner immediately: these ladies do not have all day’. ‘But… Capt Cross… Of course, the prisoner and the escort will be ready in a minute, I will personally see the agents to the airport’, the blonde lieutenant meekly answered. ‘Good. One more thing: it has to be an all-female escort’, he ordered. The blonde lieutenant, surprised by the order given by her superior, universally known as a very vocal misogynist, asked: ‘Of course: I will change the arrangements and bring troopers Turner and Burke with me along the two female officers I assigned as the prisoner’s personal guards. May I ask why, Sir?’ Cpt Cross feigned anger and ranted: ‘Some stupid asshole from the governor’s PR Office thinks that the airport is so busy, being a holiday and so, that someone will take a picture or record a video with their cell when they see you arrive. Therefore, they thought that an all-female group could be used for a publicity stunt and push the message of ‘girls get it done’ or some bullshit like that on Twitter. It would also help to counteract any bad news that may come if the disappearance of the two local cops of Pacific City is confirmed as an abduction’.
Knowing that two of their many captives were already being missed worried Ursula. She was nonetheless impressed: The captain was extending a red carpet for them with his shrewdness. ‘No wonder he is in Mr. I’s payroll’, she thought. Ursula also smiled at the thought of the publicity campaign. If everything worked out well, she was sure that the wide array of pictures and videos Susan had taken last night at the hotel were going to be more viral than any bullshit the governor’s PR office could think of.
The prisoner, Donna Specter, arrived escorted by another two state troopers, Inmaculada Cadenas and Joanna Gleeson, who wore the same uniform as their fellow policewomen, consisting on dark green trousers, olive-green shirt, black shoes and tie and a black hat. Officer Cadenas was a pretty, short and plump Latina with big round eyes and short black hair while Joanna was an attractive, tall brunette with pale skin, freckles and green eyes. The arrested accountant had not been informed of the specifics of the rescue, but Ursula saw a hint in her eyes that showed that the prisoner had correctly figured out who really were the alleged federal agents, which would prove helpful very soon.
Once Lt Kowkovski rushed to finish the paperwork, the eleven women drove to the airport in three cars. Forty-five minutes later, at 6.42, Cpt Cross received a phone from the real Lydia Wallace. The brunette was almost naked -the Captain did know that for sure but he could correctly guess it- and extremely agitated. She had been unable to reach Kowkovski to alert her that Ursula Volkanov and her team had impersonate them to free the prisoner. Cpt Cross feigned alarm and indignation when he found out that the disappearance of the five women had been reported almost half an hour to the Helada State Police. ‘How is it that no one had informed him?’, he yelled to his nearby subordinates. The captain, returning to talk on the phone, assured the federal agent that all his officers would start chasing the fugitives immediately. ‘However, it might be too late’, he sombrely concluded, although a smile was forming in his face.
**
More than an hour before, at 5.30, a pair of cleaning ladies, Soraya Castillo and Pilar Gomez, walked through the Perriot Desert Hotel’s main door. Her co-workers, Rosalia Pérez and Camila Fuentes, had not showed up this morning at the company’s office to collect the mandatory maid outfit, and no one had seen them since yesterday, so the company had sent Soraya and Pilar as replacement. They were surprised to see that there was no one at reception, but they minded their own business and walked directly to the third floor, where the storage room was. They opened the door, ready to start their day’s work, only to find a rather unexpected view. The two cleaners’ jaw dropped when they saw four women bound, gagged and scantily clad. Two of them were handcuffed to a rail -one of them, the redhead, had her sky-blue panties and black pantyhose concerningly dishevelled-, so the cleaners could not free them. Therefore, they focused on the two women who were hogtied on the floor. It took them a while, but they freed Julia and Gabriela, who identified themselves and her two handcuffed partners as part of the hotel’s security team. They told the cleaners to call the police while they futilely tried to contact their boss, Taylor Harris, but the women had not their cells with them. Therefore, the two Latina guards rushed towards reception while the cleaners left the room to find someone from the hotel’s maintenance crew in order to unhook the rail and free the other two prisoners. Some of the early-rising guests, on their way to have breakfast, were dazed, and some pleasantly surprised, when they saw two attractive and barely naked women running throughout the hotel. Julia’s enticing white thong and round butt cheeks and Gabriela’s shaped figure, enhanced by her sexy black underwear and stockings, were an arresting sight.
The two guards realised with dread that there was no one at reception and that her partner, Miranda, who was in charge of the hotel’s security cameras, was nowhere to be found either. Even worse, the receptions’ phones had been unutilised. They went to the manager’s office and found the door locked, although they could hear muffled sounds coming from inside. Unable to find a key, they smashed the door with a fire extinguisher: at this point they thought that damaging the hotel’s property was not the most pressing issue. Once there, they found Amber Matthews, the hotel’s manager, tied back to back to one of the receptionists, Violet. They also found their partner Miranda and Esmeralda, one of the hotel’s waitresses. Miranda was the only one who had kept her clothes, although her skirt was rolled up and her shirt unbuttoned, revealing the brunette’s extremely sexy metal-grey bra and panties and black stockings. The guards free the four women and the picture of last night’s attack started to emerge clearer. The six women stepped out to the hall, where a growing number of guests had concentrated, shocked and curious of what was going on. Finally, Amber Matthews managed to borrow a cell phone and call the police. The blonde manager tried to send everyone to their rooms and wait for the police’s arrival, in case the criminals were still at the hotel, but wearing only a bright orange lacy bra, matching tanga-panties and black garters and stockings she did not look very imposing.
Five minutes later, the Pacific City’s police swarmed the hotel. They had only noticed the disappearance of two of their officers, Thompson and Paris, a few minutes earlier, so when they received the call from the hotel, the last place from where the policewomen had contacted command, someone connected the dots. The cops found the missing cruiser parked in the hotel’s garage, but it took them a while to find their partners. Only when they went through the hotel’s records, they saw that a black van was not listed among the parked vehicles. After forcing the lock, they found Mallory and Danielle tied upside-down to the van’s ceiling. Danielle’s racy red lingerie attracted the eyes of her male rescuers, although her petite partner also looked very good in her conservative beige bikini-panties and bra. The cops were embarrassed of being found by her colleagues in such a condition, but considering the fate of some of her partners in captivity at the hotel, they felt fortunate.
The two missing cleaners and Becca, the redheaded receptionist, were found in Room 214 in a similar state of undress. They were not alone. Maria Campos and Joelle Bloom, two stewardesses who provided the first part of the story, were found naked and tied back-to-back in the room’s wardrobe. Someone then remembered a strange incident that had been reported to the police the day before: two clerks at a rental-car shop at the airport had been reported missing and later found tied in their underwear in their office. They reported having been replaced by two women who, mysteriously, had not stolen anything and, apparently, had acted as if they were real employees.
The biggest shocks were discovered in the fourth floor, though. Once the police arrived, the hotel manager guided them, knowing the real target of the infiltrators. Although Amber Matthews knew that the rest of her security team was held captive there, she never imagined what they were going to find in the Presidential Suite. First of all, there were more women than expected. Besides the seven security guards, there were other three women who were found bound and naked, sitting on the floor. The three gorgeous captives had their hands tied in front of them and their ankles roped together, forming a triangle. Their backs were tied together thanks to two long strips of tape which surround them without hindering the sigh of their tits. Their mouths were gagged with their own panties and covered with more tape. The hotel manager was shocked, although internally pleased, to encounter Mrs VanWarren and her two bratty friends in such a predicament. According to their testimony, they had had a very long and intense night at the hand of their captives. The security guards could vouch for that. Taylor Harris and her team were found in a very embarrassing situation. In that regard, Taylor and Patricia Palmer, Harris’ best guard, had the dubious honour of being restrained in the most humiliating way. The head of security and the tall amazon were still tied together, with a double-ended dildo attached to their pussies.
The male cops -and some of the female- who freed the ten women could not prevent from being aroused from the situation. Besides finding such a big group of attractive women in various stages of undress, they heard about the many sexual activities organised by their captors, particularly a psycho strawberry-blonde bitch and her Latina friend, throughout the night. The police also found out that another unknown woman had managed to escape the room, although the cops did not know where did she go, as she was not among the rest of the prisoners. More worryingly, two of the three policewomen, Emily Coots and Kerri Tyler, who were part of the federal agents’ security detail, had spent part of the night with them but they were later taken away by their captors, who also took their police uniforms with them. Amber Matthews told the police that the federal agents were obviously the criminals’ target, but she did not know what was the agents’ mission. More worryingly, the Prime Minister Suite was still locked, so the cops did not know if Ursula and her team had taken the five women with them and what was their plan. They would soon find out, but it would be too late by then.

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Chapter 14. December 24, 2022 (06.12 am)
Thirty minutes before Agent Wallace’s call to the State Penitentiary, Sgt Waterstone had received another radio call from her headquarters. The brunette trooper and her partner were informed that the two cops had been found, but there were now other three other policewomen missing besides two federal agents. The situation looked awfully familiar to the summer crisis of Green Valley; it seemed that the same group of criminals was involved as well, so they were sending them another pair of troopers as back-up. They had orders to stop every suspicious car, and to be extra careful with any group of women, as the suspects could be wearing Pacific City’s local police uniforms or try to impersonate federal agents. Monique looked at her partner with concern, but the Latina made fun of her. ‘Do not look so gloomy, sarge. I am sure the criminals are scaping towards the coast, not in our direction. Besides, who would fall for such a stupid ploy? Rookie townies and arrogant uppity bitches, not real cops like us’, Valeria said with confidence. She did not know that destiny works in mysterious ways.
**
When the police heard that Ursula Volkanov was behind this raid, a wave of panic had spread throughout Helada. The Pacific City police promptly contacted the nearby towns’ police forces and Helada’s State Police to lockdown the whole area. The governor was informed of the situation and he personally contacted his fellow governors from the neighbouring states to keep an eye for incoming fugitives. The Federal Agency of Investigation also received a notification a few minutes after 6 am. Therefore, why no one had contacted Cpt Cross or Lt Kowkovski immediately? A later investigation failed to clarify the matter. A caveat in the protocol, the secrecy regarding the federal agents’ mission, a cyberattack on the State Prison’s communications or a stupid misunderstanding were at some point being raised as arguments to explain what it seemed inexplicable. How was it possible that while the State Police was combing Pacific City’s surroundings looking for three cops and two federal agents, no one called the State Penitentiary, where these five women were expected to arrive? Shit happens, was the official answer. Lt Kowkovski, however, had the hunch that Cpt Cross knew the truth, but she was never able to pin the old bastard, who retired honourably -and very rich- 7 years later.
Meanwhile, at the hotel, the police eventually solved the mystery regarding the five women’s disappearance. After failing to reset the electronic lock of the Prime Minister Suite, a SWAT team was called to ram the fucking door. At 6.36, the cops managed to access the hotel’s suite. After finding ten barely naked women bound in different ways at the Presidential Suite, it was impossible to find a more shocking sight at the Prime Minister Suite.
For the cops who swarmed the room to rescue the prisoners was, in any case, an unforgettable experience. Emily Coots and Kerri Tyler were found there, sitting on the floor. The blonde cop sat completely naked on her partners’ lap with her legs open and her hands tied behind her back. The curvy brunette, who still kept her torn brown pantyhose and a dishevelled black thong, had her hands tied to her back too. Both women were tape-gagged and blindfolded and a short loose rope had been tied around their necks, forcing them to stay very close, their breasts rubbing each other’s. On a closer look the rescuers could notice, besides Kerri’s massive tits, that the brunette cop had an egg-shaped vibrator underneath her black thong, causing further disturbance to the cop.
The other three women were found in the master bedroom, lying on the floor in a complex composition which had made Susan very proud, as she would later brag when she posted pictures and a video of it on the Internet. The strawberry blonde’s deftness with the ropes was once more proven, as she had been able to tie the three cops together and prevent them to scape despite their furious struggles. Sgt Pamela Porter laid on her back, frog-tied and with her hands tied behind her back. The blonde policewoman was in her underwear, which consisted on light-green bra and tanga-panties and brown stockings, although the bra had been lowered to reveal her voluptuous breasts. The most noticeable thing was, nonetheless, the two straps-on that the criminals had put on the sergeant’s mouth and crotch. Agent Hernández was riding the one on the crotch. She was kneeling on top of the blonde cop, with her hands tied to the room’s lamp and her legs tied to the sergeant’s round thighs. The Latina federal agent was only wearing black stockings and a black thong -pushed aside by the strap-on- as her black with red polka dots bra had been stuffed in her mouth to silence her and to expose the agent’s rotund tits. Likewise, Agent Wallace was riding the other strap-on. Her hands were tied to the room’s lamp too while her legs had been tied to the bed’s two robust wooden legs. Lydia Wallace only kept her black stockings and garters: her turquoise bra had been cut, revealing the federal agent’s perky breasts, and her skimpy undies had been used to panty-gag her. In this bizarre ‘triangle’ both agents faced each other, although they could not really work together to scape their captivity. Moreover, if they tried to struggle, they felt the straps-on inside their pussies more intensely. At some point, Agent Wallace was not sure if her Latina partner was furiously trying to break away or just enjoying the ride.
The SWAT team had never taken part in an operation like this but they were more than happy to be part of it. There had been no danger, no shooting and, on top of that, they had enjoyed the most alluring sight of their career. When the cops untied Lydia Wallace’s hands, the brunette agent lost no time: she tore off the tape covering her mouth and took off her panties. Gasping, she demanded a phone immediately, even before being freed from the strap-on. The federal agent frantically called Lt Kowkovski but was unable to warn her of the incoming danger. Finally, she was able to contact the blonde lieutenant’s superior, but by then Agent Wallace knew that Ursula Volkanov and her team were probably in the wind, after having completed her mission. She was right.
**
Five minutes after leaving the State Penitentiary, Donna Specter had feigned a seizure. The fake Agent Wallace ordered the two troopers, Inmaculada Cadenas and Joanna Gleeson, to immediately stop the car. Both were experienced policewomen and suspected that the prisoner was faking it, but they grumblingly obeyed the federal agents. What they could not expect was that the agents were impersonators who drew their guns at them the moment they stopped. Once the whole convoy stopped in a deserted stretch of the road, Lt Kowkovski and her two rookie officers were no match to Susan, Sally and Belinda. In the blink of an eye, Ursula and her team were now driving the three cars in the opposite direction to the airport while the five state policewomen sat handcuffed on the back of the vehicles. Lt Kowkovski saw with frustration the constant ringing of her phone, unable to answer it. She had the feeling that she would not get a promotion out of this adventure.
The unfortunate lieutenant was right: she had the double punishment of being held responsible for the prisoner’ scape and of being embarrassed by Ursula and her team. The latter was particularly scathing. At 8.30 in the morning, someone called 911. They had found a police car and five women in a distressing situation in an off-road 15 miles north of Arroyo, a small town which lied 90 miles northeast of the State Penitentiary where Donna Specter had been held. The phone call ended immediately, so the authorities could not get any additional information at the time.
Doug Curtis and Sepp Graves, two 22-years-old college kids from Arroyo went out cycling early the 24th. Besides their love for sport, they did that every day during the college holidays so they could get out of their parents’ home and smoke weed freely. The two cyclists were very surprised when they crossed two State Police cruisers driving in their opposite direction in the rural road which led to Arroyo’s hills. However, that was nothing compared to what they found there. As usually, they climbed to the top of St Bernabé’s hill and sat down to admire the beautiful landscape offered by miles of desert, only interrupted by spare vegetation and the small islands of concrete which were the surrounding towns. Doug had just produced a joint from his pocket when they heard a pair of women shouting for help.
Alarmed, they quickly cycled towards the other side of the hill and descended a small slope. The two cyclists could not believe what they saw. They found an abandoned police car and five women bound and scantily clad. Four of them had being tied together around a big cactus, forming a circle, wearing only State Police hats, socks and their underwear. The women had their hands and ankles tied to each other in a way that, if anyone tried to move away, some other might be pushed to the cactus. The remaining woman, who happened to be Lt Kowkovski, had been tied separately to a small tree in an uncomfortable position. The attractive and slim blonde, who was only wearing white bra and panties and brown pantyhose, was lying on the floor, with her hands tied to her back. She also had her ankles circled with rope, and had her legs tied to the trunk of the tree above her chest, bending the captive’s body in a way that put her enticing ass on display. When Doug and Sepp got closer, they noticed that someone had put a cell phone in vibration-mode in the prisoner’s crotch, underneath the white panties and brown pantyhose, and that the mobile was constantly buzzing: probably someone was trying to contact the unfortunate lieutenant and alert her.
The two cyclists walked towards the four women. Two of them, a hot redhead and a petite blonde, had not been gagged and were those who had been crying for help. They identified themselves as troopers Cheryl Turner and Amanda Burke and said that they had been attacked by other women disguised as police officers while escorting a prisoner. Doug and Sepp froze at the cops arresting sight. Cheryl’s slender figure was enhanced by the fact that she was only wearing a black bra and dark green lacy panties while Amanda’s curvaceous shape looked very alluring as the blonde was wearing a white thong underneath brown pantyhose and a matching bra which struggled to contain her generous breasts. Their two partners, Joanna Gleeson and Inmaculada Cadenas, had received a special treatment from their captives because the now escaped prisoner had had some personal grudges with them. The tall brunette was only wearing a black sports bra, as her white with blue stripes panties had been used to gag her. Inmaculada had fared even worse. The plump Latina had had her red thong cut and stuffed in her mouth, in a similar way than her partner, but the criminals had also cut the cop’s red bra, exposing her round breasts, and lowered her black pantyhose in order to place a dildo in her pussy.
After recovering from the shock, Sepp wanted to untie the four cops, but Doug stopped him. ‘Dude, what the fuck you think you are doing? These bitches are cops and I have 20 ounces of weed in my backpack’, he said. ‘What the fuck are you talking about? I thought we were going for a ride and to smoke a joint’, Sepp answered. ‘Yeah, but ‘The Guy’ is out of town for the holidays so I am keeping the business open for him’, Doug replied. Sepp hesitated, but he did not want to get in trouble either, so he listened to his friend.
The four cops, when they realised that those two assholes did not want to free them, started to shout, first begging then threatening them, red with fury. Doug paid no heed to them and took out his phone. He started to take pictures and record a video of the five embarrassed cops. Then, they got their bikes and ride home. When they were back in town, Sepp felt guilty, so he called 911 without giving out his name.
Finally, at around 9 am, a patrol of Arroyo’s local police found the missing state troopers. They freed the hapless captives and were informed that the criminals had taken their uniforms -except the hats- with them besides helping the prisoner scape. Therefore, the local cops, who could not hide their amusement for the situation, reported to their superiors the new developments.
Chapter 15. December 24, 2022 (09.07 am)
‘Attention all units. The five fugitives have freed a prisoner from the Helada State Penitentiary and the six women are now driving two cruisers of the Helada State police with licence plates HS-107 and HS-243. They might try to impersonate State troopers, so be alert. They are armed and extremely dangerous’, the radio informed.
‘Copy that. We will keep our eyes open’, Sgt Monique Waterstone stoically answered. The brunette officer wished they had received that information 10 minutes earlier. Now it was too late. A Latina wearing the Helada State police uniform was now pointing a gun to her head, to assure she did not do anything heroically stupid. Zoe, as the other criminals called her, has also taken some liberties while waiting for the call. The fake cop has loosened the brunette’s tie and opened her chocolate-coloured shirt, revealing two round tits covered by a light-blue lacy bra. Moreover, she had unbuttoned Sgt Waterstone’s trousers and started to toy with the cute ribbon of her similarly light-blue lacy panties. The sassy criminal had gone as far as to start fingering the cop during the radio call.
Sgt Waterstone could see that her partner was not faring any better. Valeria Giron had lost all her cockiness and her uniform. The Latina now stood leaning on their cruiser’s hood with her legs opened and her hands on her head, wearing only a yellow thong and matching bra, while a strawberry blonde disguised as a state policewoman fondled her with the excuse of searching for hidden weapons. The stunning trooper’s bravado was completely gone after being responsible of her and her partners’ predicament. The Latina officer had not taken any precaution when she stopped what she thought was a team of a detective and five Helada State troopers despite Sgt Waterstone’s misgivings. The brunette sergeant has pointed out how odd it was that five officers travelled in two police cars, while noticing none of them was wearing a hat. However, Valeria had dismissed her superior’s ‘paranoia’ and gleefully greeted the newcomers. Before the Latina could react, Ursula had grabbed the cop’s luscious ponytail and point a gun to her face, forcing the rest of the policewomen to surrender. The attractive Latina was mortified thinking of the time when her fellow troopers will find them in such a state of undress. Now she felt a lot more empathy for the policewomen who had gone through a similar experience.
The brunette sergeant also noticed that Kendra Paulsen and Tabitha Ross, the two state troopers who had been sent as reinforcement, had already relinquished their uniforms. Kendra was a slim redhead who was wearing navy-blue bikini-panties and matching bra while Tabitha, a curvy blonde, was wearing pink panties and a black bra. Both cops had been tied back to back to a tree with rope, with their tied hands resting on each other’s crotches and their mouths taped. The two unfortunate cops moaned in protest while two blonde women (Sally and Belinda: the sergeant mentally remembered their names) were now changing the green colours of Helada State Police for the brown uniform of Daigon State Police.
Monique Waterstone was then forced to leave the cruiser and finish undressing, revealing her sexy underwear and voluptuous body. The sergeant noticed that the criminals’ leader had changed to plain clothes which indicated the six fugitives were going to split. Her hunch was confirmed when Ursula and the escaped prisoner walked towards them. The secret agent told her partner that she and Donna (the sergeant figured out it was the prisoner’s name) would wait there until their employer sent them transportation and asked Zoe if she remembered the instructions. The Latina nodded and guaranteed Ursula that they would reconvene at the meeting point at the agreed time. She also informed Ursula that she planned to take these two cops, pointing at Monique and Valeria, as ‘collateral’. Ursula smiled and replied that Susan probably wanted them for other purposes besides protection, which caused further alarm in the already worried Sgt Waterstone. After the exchange, the brunette and her Latina partner were forced to hop into their cruiser’s trunk with their hands and ankles tied and their mouths taped. Susan produced more rope to tie them together, circling their thighs and breasts with white coil. When the criminals closed the trunk, Sgt Waterstone and Valeria Giron cursed their bad luck. Their shift was almost over when they had the received the stupid radio call.
**
Ursula and the accountant, Donna Specter, were collected by a Humvee sent by Mr. I. The driver had some kind of safe-conduct which allowed them to travel unencumbered by the police’s many controls. The rest of the team had eventually ditched the newly-acquired vehicles and police uniforms and they had reunited with Ursula at a cabin-lodge they had prepared as a safe house in a rural area of Daigon. By the time the police found the scantily-clad officers Kendra Paulsen and Tabitha Ross tied to a tree, the team had already opened a bottle of champagne in their hiding place to celebrate their success. Hours later, when Sgt Waterstone and Valeria Giron were discovered in their cruiser’s trunk outside an abandoned road motel, bound in their underwear, Ursula and her partners were already flying in one of Mr I’s private planes to a Caribbean island. By Christmas Day, the police had no clues regarding the whereabouts of the fugitives.
That very same day, Agent Wallace and Agent Hernández had to explain to their boss how they had blown off their best chance to unearth Ursula’s employers. Against all odds, they were not removed from the case: the attractive federal agents suspected that everyone at the agency had seen the way they had been found at the Hotel Suite and no one wanted to suffer a similar predicament. Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernández’s embarrassment soon changed into resolve. The two agents sworn to discover who had betrayed them and they wanted to exact revenge on Ursula.
A similarly mortified Taylor Harris had to deal with Mauritius VanWarren’s wrath. This time, the creepy multimillionaire listened to Amber Matthews’ advice and fired her. Despite their epic failure, Harris Security did not shut down. In fact, they got plenty of demands from new customers who did not mind the company’s now tainted reputation. Taylor and a renewed team of security guards were back to work in a couple of weeks, although this time their role was now completely decorative and their uniforms even more insinuating. On the other hand, the blonde manager kept her job and even got a raise, like everyone else at the Perriot Desert Hotel. Mr VanWarren had soon realised that it was better to keep the staff happy so they will not talk to the press, which was avid to get more lurid details of the events at the hotel, or sue him.
**
Three days later, the news was still reeling on the events which had taken place at the Perriot Desert Hotel. The traditional Christmas programs had been displaced by yellow journalism, which enjoyed going over the raciest aspects of Ursula and her team’s mission, and political debates regarding law enforcement and an alleged national security crisis. By then, Ursula and her partners were more popular than Santa and his elves in the country. The secret agent noticed with relief that although some political pundits suggested reducing the presence of women in law enforcement in order to prevent this kind of crimes, the general attitude was very different. Local, state and federal authorities started an odd competition to show its unequivocal commitment with gender-equality by pledging to increase the number of women in their ranks. There were even rumours of creating an all-female special unit to pursue Ursula and every criminal who used a similar modus operandi.
On the other hand, although the general public strongly condemned Ursula and her team’s criminal endeavours, they had an active fan base among certain groups, such as heterosexual men aged 18-45, who combed the Internet looking for the spicy content which Susan had uploaded once the whole team had safely escaped. The most devoted fans had created Wikipedia pages of them and webpages which analysed Ursula and her team’s missions with excruciating detail. The most popular of those was www.ursulaandherfriendstales.com, which even listed the victims of Ursula and her partners with links to any video or pictures available on the Internet. The web also included a poll, asking which should be Ursula’s next target, and offered the possibility of betting on several aspects, such as whether the secret agent and her partners would be able to beat their own record of 39 bound and scantily clad women in a single mission they had just achieved in their last adventure. Susan was trying to persuade Ursula that they should focus on setting a higher record, in case a copycat would beat them. The secret agent laughed at the notion, arguing that no one could be as crazy as they were. The strawberry blonde also joked about the idea of creating an onlyfans account in which they could monetize the videos and photos of their adventures. For the time being, however, she was gladly to share them for free with the entire world, to the public authorities’ chagrin.
The five women planned to stay for a couple of weeks in a luxurious private resort in the Caribbean, courtesy of Mr. I, when Ursula received a surprising video-call. The secret agent was astonished to realise that she was talking to Mr. I himself. Her employer was a tall and sturdy man with a round and shaved head and grey piercing eyes. He was wearing a white suit and smoking a cigar, which smoothened his threatening looks. ‘Glad to see you and your partners are taking a well-deserved break, Ursula’, he said. The secret agent thanked him for their vacation and Mr. I continued talking: ‘You know I am a busy man, so I will cut to the chase. I am impressed by your performance, so I have decided to grant you an extra bonus. Donna has set up a new array of off-shore accounts in different tax havens for my organisation and one of them is only for you and your team. On the other hand, you are all aware that you need to keep a very low profile for the next couple of months. I am glad to help you being under the radar for a while, but I was wondering if I could interest you and your team in a new mission across the pond. In the Old Continent they have only heard about you in the news, so maybe it is a good opportunity to show them your abilities. How is your Albionese accent?’ Ursula turned her head to her partners, asking them: ‘Would you like to see some Albionese cops’ knickers, girls?’ The smiling faces were the only answer Ursula needed. ‘Sure, Mr. I. What do you want us to do?’ she cheerfully replied.

[rufusluciusivan]

Didn't comment on the first two stories when they came out, but I'm glad another one was posted as it allows me to rectify that and give you encouraging words. It's always nice to see authors trying to keep this section alive.

The story itself is well-paced. As a non-English native speaker as well, I was able to follow it without trouble. You take the time to describe the characters - and the clothes and underwear, which is a must in my opinion, but manage to give enough details without breaking the flow of the story. I appreciated the fact that there was a good variety of clothes stolen - not only ones worn by 'figures of authority'. Putting an epilogue showing the wherabouts of the different parties involved was a good idea, same with that small epilogue at the end of Chapter 13 detailing the discovery and rescue of the victims in the hotel.

I'll be honest however and say that I'm not at all into the more 'explicit sexual' content when your characters 'have fun' with their victims, but it's a matter of personal taste not of quality, though it probably explains why I wasn't assiduous in my comments with the first two stories.

I however liked a lot the idea that Ursula and her team treat their victims differently, most notably the fact that they sympathize with and are 'gentler' with the people from the working class. It gives them more depth, makes them more three-dimensional, and in my opinion it is a very important addition to make them more sympathetic (along with the fact that they don't kill) - something important given the fact that their molestations make them edge more on the villainous side than other teams of anti-heroines.

What also makes it easier to follow the main characters is their efficiency as a team, as proven by the flawless progress of their plan, efficiency that you also showcase with small details such as their use of ball-gags and zip-ties to be quicker when it comes to restrain people.

Another idea I appreciated is your depiction of 'Harris Security' and its concept of a security company hiring an all-female crew whose main appeal is their looks. A good way to justify why all the guards are female and why a good chunk of them can be neutralized with ease. Their fate stated in the epilogue was ironically funny.

Not related to this story in general, I read your point about preferring to post the stories once they are entirely finished. Personally, while it depends on their length of course, I think that discussing the story while it's being written is one of the funnest and most interesting aspect of the writing process. Therefore I don't mind when they are posted in several installments (unless they're short stories of course).

To conclude, I can only encourage you to continue writing stories if you enjoy it, even though due to personal taste I don't enjoy some parts of it.

[meditions142]

Wow, what a great, great story Torrekan.

So much good stuff. First off, given my enjoyment of stories about female guards, wow, there was so much fun stuff. I do like how you explained the woman are hired for their looks. As Rufusluciusivan said, it is a good way to explain why they are all female and are easily taken care of. Moreover, it lets the reader know the woman are all pretty.

Even though she isn't knocked out, I think the parts about Maddie are my favorite. Love the idea of her getting lassoed and ending up helpless hanging upside down.

And I really love Susan doing the “Spiderman 69” with Maddie and as part of that giving the blonde haired guard some pleasure too. And I love the idea of the Maddie getting the vibrator and that it was set on maximum. My guess is Maddie had good number of orgasms before the batteries ran out.

Despite my love of guards take outs, I have to say I think my favorite take out was Becca the young receptionist. Great set up of her thinking she should go get help but deciding not to do it and then not immediately sounding the alarm when she found the women tied up. I love the way the poor girl seals her fate. She could have gone for help but chose not to and ends up knocked out.

And I love the description of Zoe quietly sneaking up behind Becca grabbing her, covering her mouth and then easily knocking her out with a nerve pinch. And then of course it is great that she is left hogtied and stripped for no reason other than Zoe wanted to tease Susan. And the idea of Zoe taking Becca’s boobs out of the bra for pictures is fun.

I also enjoyed the take out of Gabriela. Love her being tricked and then chloroformed in the elevator then tossed into the trolley where there is already another unconscious guard. The idea of two unconscious guards laying on top of one another in the trolley is really sexy.

Just love everything about the story. Thanks for posting.