Night at the Museum

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Chapter 1. June 11, 2023 (08.19 am)
Zoe zipped Ursula’s white dress and worryingly commented: ‘Rusa, this is a very tight fit: it will attract a lot of additional attention’. ‘I know, it is so short that you can see my stockings’ embroidered end and my garters. Alas, we do not have time to look for a more fitting uniform. Sally and Susan just told me that more police are slowly drifting to the hospital. It will not be long until Belinda and Samantha’s cover is blown, so we have to get them out of here ASAP’, Ursula replied.
The secret agent was mad at herself. She knew that the plan had some holes in it, but her hubris had made her think that she could easily improvise solutions if necessary, like always. She knew that she should have lowered Mr. I’s unrealistic expectations, but her arrogance prevented her from telling him that ‘it could not be done’. She had known for days that they were rushing with a half-assed plan but she had put it in motion nonetheless. And now Belinda and Samantha were injured at the hospital, and it was a matter of time before the police found out that they were not real cops.
Ursula felt particularly guilty for Samantha. The now former sex-worker had become an unexpected and valuable ally during their adventure at the Perriot Desert Hotel, and this was her first real mission. Last December, the buxom raven-haired had followed the team’s instructions verbatim after being captured by chance, helping them to lure the escort of the two federal agents, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernandez, that Ursula and her friends wanted to capture in order to impersonate them and rescue Mr. I’s accountant from prison. The police did not know Samantha’s full implication, but nonetheless they were desperately looking for the mysterious woman who had escaped the hotel without alerting anyone. Therefore, Samantha used the phone number Sally had given her to contact them in case she got in trouble, and Ursula offered her to join the team. The secret agent felt responsible for Samantha and did not want her to go to jail because of them. Besides that, the attractive raven-haired was resolute and ready for a career change, so Ursula and the rest had been training her on Krav Maga and other useful skills, like rope-tying, for a couple of months. Samantha had done great progress and was eager to prove herself but Ursula could not stop feeling bad about it.
No one was left behind during Ursula’s missions. That is why she and Zoe were now dressed up as nurses of St Guinefort Hospital, a coquettish private hospital in the Greater Thames Town area, wearing a short white dress with sky-blue short sleeves, white stockings and garters, and a white bonnet. When Albion had left the ineffective Old Continent Trade Federation, it had been argued that one of the many benefits would be the preservation of their ailing public health system. Nevertheless, public hospitals had been increasingly replaced by private ventures such as St Guinefort which, among other things, had pushed for the return of the traditional nurses’ uniform. This decision was justified as vintage fashion which evoked the country’s glorious past, but many people considered that it was the ‘male gaze’ of unscrupulous managers who wanted to sexualize their female employees for profit.
The uniforms’ two involuntary donors were Lilith Foy, a petite brown-haired beauty with pale skin and green eyes, and Shannon O’Shea, a tall and attractive young woman who wore her luscious red hair in a long braid. Both nurses were making inventory in the hospital’s storage when they received the visit of Ursula and Zoe. The two criminals were in a hurry so, when Lilith had told them that the area was off-limits, they had unceremoniously drawn their guns and ordered them to strip immediately, garters and stockings included. As a result, the two women were now stashed under a big desk, ball-gagged and with their hands and ankles zip-tied. Ursula wondered whether their captives’ choice of lingerie was also the result of the management’ policies or their own decision, but it was, nonetheless, tantalizing. Lilith was now wearing only a lacy black thong and a matching bra which could hardly contain her generous breasts while Shannon had opted for salmon-coloured slip panties and lacy bra. The secret agent also felt sorry for their victims: they had most likely been fighting the not-so-distant pandemic in the first line a couple of years ago and now they would have to suffer the embarrassment of being found bound and gagged in their underwear. Therefore, she wrote a mental note to herself to send them a generous gift when their mission was over.
Ursula and Zoe, now wearing nurses’ uniforms and pushing two empty wheelchairs, headed to the room where Belinda and Samantha rested from their injuries. The two impersonators arrived to the third floor, where a pretty young cleaner with black, long and curly hair, dark eyes and tanned skin eyed them with curiosity, probably exacerbated by Ursula’s too revealing outfit. The fake nurses looked at each other when the woman hesitated in front of them, as if she was going to tell them something, but their concern quickly dissipated when they saw that the woman did not raise an alarm: she just silently pushed her trolley into the elevator they had just left.
Then, they saw how two policewomen were chatting with a sergeant who sat on a big desk set up ad hoc near their two friends’ room. Another two policewomen were now walking downstairs, leaving the third floor. A shift change, Ursula figured out. The secret agent had expected to find more police officers there by then. The authorities probably had their hands full with the robbery at the museum, but someone must have had connected the robbery with the attack on a security van, which transported pieces of the same collection on the same day, and send a detective to question the cops who had foiled the second robbery. It felt odd. In any case, that meant that, fortunately, the real police officers had not been found yet, otherwise the police would not be treating Belinda and Samantha with the same tact.
The fake nurses walked confidently to the policewomen group, who stared at them with surprise – beside the judgemental looks directed at Ursula’s short dress. The two officers were Ruth Glenn, a short and busty woman in her early twenties with short brown hair and big brown eyes, and Imogen Matthewson, a fit tall blonde with blue eyes of a similar age. Both wore the Thames Town Metro Police uniform, which consisted of a long black skirt, a white short-sleeved shirt, black shoes and a hat and a cravat with a black and white checkers pattern. The sergeant, a pretty blonde with grey eyes in her early twenties named Beth Kane, wore the same outfit plus her rank’s epaulettes. The blonde sergeant also had a neck tattoo that could not be completely hidden by her white shirt which made Ursula wonder about the Albionese Police’ standards these days.
Ursula told the cops they had to take the two patients for an MRI scan to discard any internal injuries. The three women looked confused: they thought all the medical procedures had already been done by then. The sergeant looked at them a bit suspiciously but finally conceded: ‘Alright, we are no doctors here, so you ladies know best’. Then, she looked at the two police officers and ordered them to escort the nurses. ‘I am sure our colleagues are now safe, but we were ordered to keep an eye on them before someone came to get their depositions’, she explained. Ursula pondered whether she should try to make up an excuse to avoid the company but, after a quick analysis of the pros and cons, concluded that she could work with that so, instead of trying to push her luck, she pushed the wheelchair and smiled.
Followed by Zoe and the two cops, Ursula got in the room and immediately realised that something was off: the two beds were empty and it was impossible that Belinda and Samantha had escaped (the windows were locked from the inside and the air conduct was too narrow for a person to fit). Zoe looked at her in silence, showing she had arrived to the same conclusion than her partner, while the two cops look dumbfounded by the inexplicable absence of their two injured ‘colleagues’.
Before anyone could say anything, the four women heard a faint noise coming from a closet. Ursula and Zoe stepped aside, pretending to be scared, and let the policewomen open it: they already imagined what was in there. Ruth pushed the wardrobe’s sliding door and gasped in surprise: there were two women bound together in their underwear mewling through their gags. Ursula could not but admire the two prisoners’ bodies and the ropework used to restrain them. A slim, short brunette with brown eyes, wearing only white hipster panties and matching bra, and a voluptuous blonde, who had unwisely opted for a black thong and lacy bra, were tied back to back with their tied hands resting on each other’s laps. Additional rope had been used to tie their ankles and calves and to tightly bind them together, circling their chests under and above the women’s enticing breasts, while ball-gags covered their mouths. The secret agent noticed with admiration that the assaulters even took the time to place a bullet-shaped vibrator on the blonde’s pussy, which made her moaning and struggling additionally alluring.
Imogen and Ruth recovered from the shock and rushed to help the captives. When the cops removed the prisoners’ ball-gags, the tied women confirmed Ursula’s suspicions. The two women were officers Lindsay Blair and Philippa Cook, and they had been assaulted by a young cleaning lady and two women who were hidden in her trolley. They had stolen their uniforms and taken the two injured cops with them.
Chapter 2. June 10, 2023 (6.47 pm)
The last visitors of the FitzSinclaire Museum were slowly leaving the building. That Saturday night was the last opportunity to see the special exhibit on Early Medieval Albion, which had become an international sensation, before the old Baron Roger Fitzsinclaire sold many of its most precious pieces. The FitzSinclaire Museum, located in the famous town of Oxony, home of one of the oldest and most prestigious universities in the world, was a popular (and profitable) attraction. However, the 78-years-old baron, childless, twice widowed and thricely divorced, had been persuaded by her new and young wife, Vanessa Fitzsinclaire, to sell some of that ‘old junk’ (her words) to maintain their now ludicrously expensive lifestyle.
The National Imperial Museum in Thames Town had managed to acquire a collection of silver coins and an exceptional golden crown from the 7th century which had been found 18 months ago, while excavating the medieval ruins of one of the baron’s manors. They had also acquired some other pieces, like eight Egyptian sarcophagi and two Greek columns; however, some other pieces, such as two stupendous early medieval swords found with the treasure, had been purchased by private collectors. Therefore, thousands of people had rushed to visit the one-in-a-lifetime exhibit, making impossible to get a ticket in the last two weeks. Baron FitzSinclaire had, in consequence, decided to organise an exclusive pass for the last night, so the country’s political and social elite could admire the collection before its scattering, and then throw a great party (to appease his socialite wife).
It was a special night for everyone except for Emma Southward, who was very worried about her future. Emma was an attractive, twenty-six-years-old blonde with blue eyes, generous breasts and a round ass. She was also a Ph.D. student and a member of the archaeological team who had found the early medieval pieces; however, she had no reason to celebrate. Three years ago, she had started her thesis on ‘Economy in Early Medieval Albion’ under the supervision of the prestigious Professor Valerie Wendall, paying no heed to the gossip which circulated around the university. It was rumoured that her research team was a ‘Lesbian Kabala’ in which Dr. Clarise Bryce, an assistant teacher, recruited young and attractive female graduates which were later demanded full devotion to the group and something else. Emma had not believed a word of it, arguing that the unfortunately common cases of sexual misconduct in the world of archaeology were the responsibility of male heterosexual academics, which was true. However, this time was the exception. Emma soon realised that her refusal of the sexual advances made by Professor Wendall or Dr Bryce, or her irate protests when someone ‘accidentally’ groped her, resulted in being ostracised from the rest of the group. Less brilliant students were favoured over her and, worst of all, she had been removed from the group’s publications. It had been Emma who had formulated an insightful explanation for the appearance of the collection of coins in the manor, and how it changed the traditional paradigms on early medieval economy, but Dr Bryce had taken all the credit, signing as leading author in the papers the research group wrote.
Emma was decided to quit her academic career, but she needed money to pay back her astronomical student loans, so she had decided to postpone it until the exhibit was over. She was no longer allowed to work in the group’s lab, analysing the coins, but at least she was given the possibility to act as one of the exhibit’s guides with two first-year Ph.D. students who had recently joined the group, Patricia Robertson (a comely and plump blonde with blue eyes) and Angelina Smith (a sexy brunette with wavy hair, brown eyes and a voluptuous body), and a graduate student who wanted extra credits, Victoria Walsh (a petite 21-years-old with brown hair and green eyes), or Little V, as everyone called her (another member of the group, a senior Ph.D. was also named Victoria). Baron FitzSinclaire offered them a succulent stipend for their work, although the old creep was adamant in terms of etiquette: they all should wear their college uniform, which consisted in dark green and black skirt and blazer, white shirt and black tie. The damned baron even had the gall to tell them that he would give them an additional tip if they wore stockings, a suggestion that the ambitious Patricia and Angelina had accepted without hesitation. The slutty brunette also liked to uncross her legs when sitting in front of the baron to give him a flash of her underwear when possible.
Distracted with her thoughts, Emma did not notice that the room was now almost empty, as the last visitors walked to the door to attend the baron’s party. A voice forced the blonde Ph.D. student to go back to Earth: an attractive woman with short black hair and grey eyes, wearing what it looked like a bodyguard’s uniform (black suit and tie, white shirt and an earpiece), politely asked her how old were those coins. Emma stopped daydreaming and looked with curiosity at the woman: ‘Why is she by herself? Her face looks very familiar, but I cannot put my finger of where I had seen her before’, she thought. She quickly answered: ‘They are from the 7th century, madam’. The bodyguard asked her a few more trivial and simple questions and, finally, nodded and said a polite thanks, rushing to the door, probably to check on her employer, leaving the perplexed Emma by herself.
The blonde Ph.D. student then noticed that Patricia and Angelina were no longer in the room. ‘That is odd, I thought they were around five minutes ago. I hope they had not left me alone with Little V to finish the inventory at the storage room by ourselves’, she thought. Emma then waited until the last stragglers finally left the exhibit and decided to stop by the employee’s washroom before going to the storage room to help the petite student with the inventory. The blonde Ph.D. student hesitated: she was tempted to leave the museum. ‘It is probably the easiest option’, she thought. However, in the end she decided to continue and commit to her task. Her life was going to be different because of that decision.
Walking towards the washroom, everything went dark for a couple of seconds until the Museum’s emergency lights switched on. ‘Fantastic, another power outage. Third time this week. This is going to be a very long night’, Emma thought. She was right.
Suddenly, the blonde Ph.D. heard some muffled noises coming from the washroom, so she cautiously opened the door. Emma gasped when she found out where Patricia and Angelina had gone. Her two colleagues were lying on the floor, bound and gagged in their underwear. Patricia was wearing turquoise slip panties and matching bra and black stockings and garters while Angelina wore seamless white panties (apparently the baron appreciated classic knickers) and a lacy white bra with a pink ribbon, which only covered less than half of the brunette’s generous tits, as her nipples were almost on display. Both college students still kept their glasses despite having their hands and ankles zip-tied and their mouths gagged with tape, which rendered pointless their furious struggle to scape their bonds. Unfortunately, Patricia and Angelina were not alone. Two very young woman, a short and pretty strawberry blonde and a very attractive raven-haired of similar age were there. It was not difficult to figure out that they were the attackers: The former had Angelina’s skirt on her hand and she was wearing only a yellow thong and black stockings, showing her round tits, while the latter was buttoning Patricia’s white shirt, showing her sexy legs encased in black stockings and her white with blue stripes bikini panties. There were two fancy strapless long dresses, one red and the other blue, thrown on the floor.
Before she could shout for help, someone grab her from behind and covered her mouth with a firm hand: a blonde woman who wore the same outfit as the bodyguard she had been talking to a few minutes before. Then, it dawned on her: ‘Of course I knew who the other woman was. Although she has dyed her hair and looks slightly different, she is Ursula, the secret agent from the other side of the ocean who had been all day on the news last Christmas. Over the past years, she and her team had taken over two police precincts and, more recently, they had neutralised dozens of security guards and law enforcement, including two federal agents, to rescue a prisoner from jail. What is she doing here?’, she thought. Now everything made sense.
However, Emma had more urging concerns now. The strawberry blonde, whose name was Belinda, has decided that she was a better fit than Angelina, so she started to undress her while the other blonde, Sally, hold her. Belinda lowered Emma’s skirt, revealing a racy red thong underneath dark-brown pantyhose and then unbuttoned her shirt, showing a matching lacy bra which hardly contained the blonde Ph.D. student’s massive breasts. The criminal whistled in appreciation of Emma’s sexy body, but did not smack her round ass or grope her tits, which she greatly appreciated. ‘If I had opted for more discreet lingerie that would also had been a win’, the blonde thought. Then, the petite woman with short, dark hair, called Samantha, now fully dressed in Patricia’s uniform, walked towards her with ropes. ‘I was not sure she was going to join her friends, so I do not have any more zip-ties here’, the raven-haired said to Belinda, ‘but let me show you the new knots I have been practising’. In consequence, Samantha tied Emma’s hands behind her back, her ankles and then used another rope to hogtie her. Finally, she silenced her mouth with tape.
Emma saw how the fake bodyguard climbed with astonishing skill to the washroom’s air conducts, disappearing from her sight. Shortly after, the two young women were dressed as college students, ready to replace their captives, although Belinda spanked Angelina’s enticing ass a couple of times before leaving the washroom because she said the brunette Ph.D. student had ‘misbehaved’. Despite her predicament, Emma could not prevent to smile underneath the tape which covered her mouth.

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Chapter 3. June 10, 2023 (6.47 pm)
After Emma Southward, Ursula Volkanov was probably the second most worried person at the FitzSinclaire Museum that night. The secret agent normally enjoyed the thrill and excitement of every mission, even when things went south, but this time she was in a sour mood. Ursula and her team had moved to Albion last January because it was sensible to disappear from the United Federation for a while: their successful mission at the Perriot Desert had given her and her team widespread notoriety but had put a bigger target on their backs (besides the authorities, many important kingpins had grown interested in the team, looking for them with more nefarious purposes than offering them a job). Besides that, Mr. I, their employer and protector, wanted them to accomplish a mission in Albion, where they were not as easily recognisable. Unfortunately, Mr. I’s fickleness had resulted in the cancellation of the original mission, although immediately after he came up with a new one whose objectives changed and expanded as time progressed. Suddenly, six days ago, their employer had come to a definitive decision, asking Ursula to hatch a plan to rob some pieces of the Fitzsinclaire Museum.
Mr. I wanted for his private collection a treasure of silver coins, a golden crown, and two early medieval swords who had been found eighteen months ago during the excavation of the medieval ruins of one of Baron Fitzsinclaire’s manors. The pieces were of uttermost historical importance, but they were worth around 20 million pounds in total. That is, they were far from being priceless objects of art; however, when the pieces were auctioned, Mr. I had given his front man a very low budget, losing the coins and the crown to the National Imperial Museum and the swords to an American billionaire, Michael Gower III. In consequence, it had become a matter of pride to obtain those items. Ursula told him that it would be easier to steal those objects individually (and discreetly) over the following months, but Mr. I also wanted to embarrass the old baron and Gower for petty reasons related to a heated conversation in a horse race two months ago, and a former girlfriend of his college days, respectively.
That is why Ursula had to hatch a plan in a foreign country in just a few days. She had expressed her concerns to Mr. I and her employer had acted rashly, using of his many minions to bribe two security guards, Paola Luke and Sophia Hide, to facilitate the Museum’s blueprints, information about the security detail and even the guards’ participation in the stealing of the pieces. Ursula had ironically suggested that it would be easier to bribe the whole security detail, but Mr. I reminded her that no one gets rich by acting extravagantly, so she had met the women two days ago. Paola was a tall and athletic blonde with blue eyes and a toned body while Sophia was a slim, petite brunette with green eyes. Both had been in the military, so they were strong and well-prepared. Ursula did not doubt their abilities, but she wanted to work with people of her absolute trust. When both security guards rejected to be left bound and gagged at the end of the mission, as if they had been victims of the team as well, Ursula was ready to dismiss them and cancel the whole plan. However, Mr. I had vouched for them and Ursula, blinded by her hubris, was incapable to tell her employer that the mission could not be accomplished.
Ursula begrudgingly admitted that the rogue guards were very useful and that they would be a welcome help considering that the Museum’s security had been reinforced. The secret agent had pleasantly found out that the security business model devised by Taylor Harris in the United Federation had thrived despite their epic failure at the Perriot Desert Hotel. Increasingly more security companies there and abroad were comprised by female guards who were recruited because how good they looked in a uniform rather than their skills. One of these new companies, Harriet Security (the founder, Harriet Bechtel, shamelessly relied on the similar name to gain publicity, advertising themselves as the Albionese version of the company, a matter which would end up in Court years later), was in charge of guarding the FitzSinclaire Museum. Needless to say, the old baron had enthusiastically accepted to hire Harriet security when he saw a score of attractive women wearing short black skirts, white shirts and black blazers and cravats. The company, on the other hand, had suffered its first major defeat only a week ago, when it had failed to prevent the robbery of the most famous jewellery shop in Oxony. A collection of jewels valued at 2.5 million of pounds had been stolen and four security guards and two policewomen, besides two female clerks and two cleaners, had been later found bound and gagged in their underwear after having their uniforms stolen. The responsible of the robbery was an Albionese band who called themselves ‘Robin and her Merry Women’. Among the many copycats and imitators that Ursula and her team’s actions had sprung in the United Federation and other countries, they were the only ones who had achieved a remarkable degree of success so far, although their missions did not have the ambition and scope of Ursula’s yet. That is why Harriet Security had increased the number of guards at the museum.
On the other hand, Ursula acknowledged that, although she had a hunch that something felt wrong, she did not have a rational reason to feel pessimistic. So far, everything was going according to plan and now she was wandering around the museum dressed up as a bodyguard. She had cut and dyed her hair black, and she wore grey-colour lenses, making it harder to recognise her despite her notoriety. On the corner of her eye, she saw that Sally, dressing as a bodyguard too, made her a discreet sign (they did not want to use the earpieces in case someone caught their frequency). Belinda and Samantha were following their targets and Sally had successfully set up a small detonator in the electric mainframe which would leave the building without power in a matter of minutes. Consequently, she walked towards the attractive blonde guide who stood near the silver coins and looked very worried and asked her a few innocent questions.
After a few minutes of polite conversation with the blonde guide, named Emma Southward, enough time to distract her while the rest of the visitors left the room, Ursula left the room to fulfil her role in the second act of the plan. She rushed to the main entrance, looking apologetically to the security guards for being the last to leave the exhibit, and arrived to the main foyer, where a few dozens of visitors waited for their cars to take them to the party. She gave a quick glance at the three security guards who sat at the main desk, assuring that they were not paying attention to her, and stealthily placed herself near one of the Museum’s curators, named Ciara Higgins, who was at the information desk. Ciara was a comely brunette in her late thirties who looked very good in her uniform, which consisted of a short blue skirt, white blouse and blue blazer with an embroidering of the coat of arms of the FitzSinclaire family.
Then, the lights went out, leaving the room in darkness for a few seconds, and the crowd started to shout, complain and jokingly speak louder. Those seconds were all Ursula needed: before the emergency lights switched on, she skilfully pinched the curator in her neck, rendering her unconscious, and dragged her behind the desk where no one could see them. The commotion of the foyer silenced the noises coming from behind the desk, where Ursula quickly took off the curator’s clothes. She regretted that the dim lighting prevented her from fully appreciating Ciara’s curvaceous hips, round ass and perky tits, but at least she could see that she was wearing purple tanga panties underneath her black pantyhose and matching bra. In a flash, she took off her clothes and put on the curator’s skirt, blouse and blazer. She also took Ciara’s black heels but left her the pantyhose, considering that no one would notice and that the curator would appreciate the gesture to protect her modesty at least a bit. She swiftly produced a pair of zip-ties from her pocket, which she used to restrain the unfortunate’s curator hands and ankles, and a ball-gag which she put on her mouth. Three minutes later, she emerged from the desk without anyone noticing the swap.
Ursula waited until all the visitors left the Museum and then walked to the security guards’ desks. There, she talked to a pretty blue-eyed guard who wore her black hair on a ponytail named Mia Ford, and asked her for the back-up keys: she needed to get some documentation from the main office and the swipe card would not work without power. Mia was not the most attentive guard in the world, but, in her defence, it might be said that it was difficult to realise that she was not talking to the real curator in such a dim light. Moreover, who could have imagined that she was actually talking to an impostor while the real curator was bound and gagged in her underwear just a few feet from them? Mia would think about these issues for a long time, but, in that moment, she handed the keys to Ursula without hesitation: it was the third time there was a power outage this week after all.
Wearing the curator’s uniform, Ursula now walked confidently through the museum. She met Belinda and Samantha, now dressed up as college students, at the Egyptian room of the museum and had a quick chat with them. They had to steal the silver coins held at the university lab while the rest of the team took the golden crown and the remaining part of the treasury from the Museum. After that, they will all reconvene to intercept the van which transported the swords from the Baron’s house to Gower’s residence.
After wishing her teammates good luck, Ursula continued towards the main office. She opened the door and walked towards the safe where the golden crown was kept (the moles in the security guard team had told her that the one on display was a reproduction). However, when she introduced the combination Paola Luke had given her, the safe did not open. She tried again, in case she had done it wrongly the first time, but nothing happened. Ursula quickly started to think of alternatives. Even if they could take the safe with them, which was a big if, it was likely that such an advanced model would have some kind of security device which will activate and destroy its content if someone tried to force it. She thought for a second of leaving the crown behind, but her pride could not stand it. After a few minutes of reflection, she thought that maybe they should be patient and wait until someone who knew the combination came to the museum tomorrow in the morning, when the pieces were going to be transported. ‘I should look for a place to hide for a while then. It is going to be a very long night’, she concluded.
Chapter 4. June 10, 2023 (4.32 pm)
Jodie Anderson honked for a third time, her frustration turning into fury. Those damned cyclists were so spread out that it was impossible to overtake them in such a narrow road. ‘We are going to be late to our first assignment because of these fucking cunts’, she cursed. She and her partner, Amber Holmes, had been hired as personal bodyguards of Chloe and Theresa Mountrose, the two daughters of Lord Mountrose, a member of the House of the Lords and distant relative to the royal family. Apparently, the two young brats had shagged their previous bodyguards, so her father has decided to replace them with two women to (in theory) avoid embarrassing situations.
Jodie honked a fourth time, exasperated, when suddenly the four women stopped their bikes almost in unison, forcing her to abruptly push the brake pedal, stopping the luxurious SUV she was driving. Irate, she stepped out of the car to confront them followed by a similar frustrated Amber. The two bodyguards did not have time to say anything before the four women drew guns at them, realising too late that they had stupidly fallen for a ploy.
Ursula and Sally ordered the two bodyguards to strip off immediately while Samantha and Belinda hide the bikes behind some bushes. They were in a deserted road in the middle of a forest, but they had to be quick in case someone else drove by. Jodie and Amber first protested, but looking at the resolve of the attackers they immediately realised that these people were professionals so it was better not to annoy them. In three minutes, both women had surrendered their black suits, shoes and ties and their white shirts, and of course their earpieces, leaving them on the SUV’s hood, and put their hands on their heads, as ordered. Ursula threw appreciative glances at their captives’ bodies and lingerie. Jodie was a tall and fit amazon with long, curly and brown hair and green eyes who looked incredible sexy wearing only a purple thong and white bra. Amber was shorter, but more voluptuous, than her partner and had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a metal-grey thong and cream-coloured bra.
Ursula and Sally took off their cyclist clothes (which they, surprisingly, had purchased online, not stolen from anyone else) and put on the bodyguards’ suits while Samantha and Belinda restrained their captives by using zip-ties on their hands and ankles. Jodie and Amber hoped that their captors might leave them in the forest, giving them a chance to free themselves or being fortuitously found by someone hiking, but their hopes were dashed when, besides being gagged and blindfolded with tape, they were forced to hop on the SUV’s trunk and tightly taped together with their breasts rubbing each other’s.
Seven minutes later, Ursula and Sally drove through the entrance of the Mountrose’s impressive estate. They were ordered by the security guard at the door to park in front of the main building and wait there for the ladies, who were not ready yet. After half an hour waiting, Ursula and Sally started to grow annoyed, but they found some consolation in thinking that the real bodyguards were significantly less comfortable right now. Finally, at 5.15 pm Chloe and Theresa Mountrose walked out of the imposing building.
Chloe was a 24-years-old petite blonde with blue eyes and a pretty face while Theresa, despite being two years younger, was taller and more curvaceous. She also had light-brown hair and brown eyes. The two sisters wore expensive strapless dresses, red and blue, respectively, and they were mad at her father. Lord Mountrose had injured his knee hunting a couple of days ago, so he had asked her daughters to go to the exhibit at the FitzSinclaire Museum on his behalf. The old baron was their granduncle, so it will look bad if no one from their side of the family showed up at the event. More importantly, they wanted to be in their childless relative’s good graces in order to get some of his inheritance after he passed, considering the newly wife did not waste it all before. The daughters had booked a VIP room at Peach, one of the most popular night clubs in Thames Town, to celebrate that Theresa turned 22 on Monday, so they did not want to go to a boring exhibit on early medieval Albion. Finally, they were half-persuaded and half-bribed by their father and RSVPed the invitations, although they had decided to show up late in protest and to skip the afterwards party to continue with their plans. They could not foresee that there would be no clubbing for them that Saturday.
Ursula, annoyed at the Mountroses for the delay, grew angrier when she heard them bitching about their staff. They even send voice texts to their friends, making dismissive comments about Sally and her without caring that they could actually hear them! She had felt bad for the two girls when she hatched her plan, but any remorse was long gone when she stopped the car in the same spot they had ambushed the real bodyguards.
Chloe immediately demanded an explanation for the abrupt stop, but she froze when she saw Ursula’s serious face and a gun in her hand. She and her sister did not understand what was going on, but they did not dare to defy Ursula’s command when they were ordered to step out of the car. Their disbelief increased when they saw that two young women dressed as cyclists, Belinda and Samantha, stepped out of the woods to meet the bodyguards. However, that was nothing compared to what the Mountroses experienced when Sally opened the trunk to show them the real bodyguards, bound, gagged, blindfolded and taped together in their underwear. It was not difficult to connect the dots, so when Ursula ordered the sisters to strip of their dresses, they had figured out that they were going to suffer a similar fate than their bodyguards.
Chloe pleaded with Ursula, emphasising that their father was rich and he could pay whatever they wanted without the need of taking their clothes. Theresa, on her part, could not believe what was happening: things like that were reported on the news all the time, but it was cops and cleaners who had their uniforms stolen, not privileged girls like them. Their protests ended when they saw Belinda and Samantha taking off their cyclist outfits and they realised that this was really happening. Theresa quickly and nervously stepped out of her fancy Jimmy Choo heels and took off her Dior blue dress, showing them her sexy lingerie, which consisted of a black strapless bra, a pink thong and black fishnet stockings. Chloe did it more slowly, looking defiantly at their captors once she had regained her bravado, stepping out her expensive Versace red dress to reveal she was only wearing tiny black G-string panties, so Ursula and her team could fully admire her attractive body, especially her perky tits.
Ursula first considered stashing the Mountroses with the two bodyguards in the trunk, but she thought it would be too cruel for the captives and too dangerous for the captors. Therefore, she cut the tape which bonded the two bodyguards together and took them out of the car. Then, she made the blindfold captives hop into the forest and re-taped them together behind some thick bushes. In the meantime, Belinda and Samantha had found an oak tree which could not be seen from the road in which they tied the two privileged brats to its trunk, circling coils of ropes around their breasts, arms, waists, thighs, calves and ankles. As a final touch, they used their cycling socks as gags, taping them to their mouths. While Ursula, Belinda and Samantha took care of the captives, Sally unblocked the Mountroses’ cell phones and handed them to Belinda and Samantha, telling them to make up stories so no one from the young women’s friends and family missed them for the next few hours.
Now dressed up as Chloe and Theresa Mountrose and their two bodyguards, Samantha, Belinda, Ursula and Sally drove to the Fitzsinclaire Museum. Samantha and Belinda put on wigs and make up on the car to get a resemblance to their captives, although they were confident that the security guards did not know how they looked like and that the old baron will be very occupied to look for their bratty grandnieces during the exhibit.
Both predictions were correct. They handed their invitations to a pretty blue-eyed guard who wore her black hair on a ponytail named Mia Ford, and she just smiled and greeted them. She only pointed out that they were the last visitors to arrive: everyone was already in the early medieval Albion room of the museum. Who could imagine that they were not the real Chloe and Theresa Mountrose? Why anyone would mug the young women to steal their clothes to impersonate them during an exhibit at a Museum? Those were some of the points Mia Ford would make the following days, when she was thoroughly questioned by the authorities, to excuse her not particularly brilliant performance of the night before.
Once in the exhibit, Belinda and Samantha looked for their next targets while Sally discreetly sneaked in the underground floor to disrupt the building’s electric mainframe. Ursula supervised everything and keep an eye on Professor Valerie Wendall and Baron Roger Fitzsinclaire, who were the centre of attention. Professor Wendall was a gorgeous redhead in her mid-forties. She had a pretty face, full lips and long and curly hair who looked like fire. If that was not enough, she also had hypnotic hips, a round ass and generous breasts. She was also an accomplished professional, as she shared her teaching and research duties at the university with the position of honorary director at the Museum. She had directed the excavation which found the early medieval objects and, subsequently, supervised the museum’s exhibit. It was rumoured that, years ago, the young Valerie Wendall was a rising star who had seduced the baron, despite her well-known homosexuality, in order to get a monopoly on the archaeological campaigns in the baron’s vast estates. They had kept an odd and intermittent albeit long-lasting affair, so it seemed surprising to everyone why Professor Wendall had not opposed the old baron’s desire of selling a not so insignificant part of his fantastic collection. Maybe her strong sway on the old creep had dispelled once the latest wife, Vanessa, had taken the reins of his immense fortune.
Belinda and Samantha approached Patricia and Angelina, two of the Ph.D. students who acted as guides of the exhibit. The majority of the visitors could not care less about early medieval Albion or archaeology. They were more interested in socialising and hanging out with important people and they all looked forward to the afterwards party. In consequence, Patricia and Angelina’s role was mostly decorative and they were free to chat with the two young aristocrats who wanted to befriend them. The fake Mountroses invited them to their party at the Peach club once the event was over and, although both college students were not very party-like, they eagerly accepted. Dr Clarise Bryce, Professor Wendall’s second in command, had asked them to return to the university once their job at the Museum was done (she even suggested them to left Emma and the grad student to complete the inventory for themselves) because they were ‘needed’ at the lab. Both students could easily figure out what kind of assistance Dr Bryce would demand of them on a Saturday night, but they considered that, if Professor Wendall was not going to be there, it was not worth it. They would find a way to compensate Clarise later, they thought.
Even such a pair of calculating and shrewd young women like Patricia and Angelina could not imagine that the two bratty aristocrats had a hidden agenda when, at the end of the event, they asked for a discreet washroom where they could powder their noses before leaving for the club. The plump blonde and the voluptuous brunette giggled and took them to the employee’s washroom, although their excitement turned into shock when their two new ‘friends’ produced zip-ties and ball-gags from their purse, instead of the small bag of cocaine they expected. Belinda and Samantha had no weapons with them (they had to walk through a metal detector when accessing the museum), but the former’s rough attitude was enough to convince the two Ph.D. students to relinquish their clothes. Patricia and Angelina, however, protested when Belinda fondled their enticing breasts and ass, respectively. Angelina even dared to call her ‘filthy dyke’, which was very rich considering her relationship with her academic supervisors. Belinda shut her up with a ball-gag. Then, her right index slowly caressed the edge of the black stockings which encased her voluptuous thighs, ascending to her classic white, seamless panties, while her left hand toyed with the pink ribbon of her bra and her mostly visible brown nipples. ‘If we had more time, this filthy dyke would give you a good time, bitch’, Belinda concluded.
Belinda’s exploration was interrupted by Emma’s sudden entrance. The two captives had a glimmer of hope when they saw their much-disliked partner, the black sheep of the group who did not relinquished to their overlords’ advances, but it soon turned into ash when they saw that their captors had another accomplice: a blonde woman dressed as a bodyguard. Soon, Emma joined her partners’ predicament and Patricia and Angelina found small consolation in the fact that Emma had lost her clothes as well, and that her red lingerie was even racier than theirs. Struggling against their bonds, Patricia and Angelina thought that they would have fared better if they had gone to the university lab instead. Hindsight is 20/20 for sure.

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Chapter 5. June 10, 2023 (7.51 pm)
Ewa and Yolanda Wojkovski felt a bit weird wearing their dad’s company uniform, which consisted of a simple green overall and a black cap. The two twins were almost identical: blonde, tall, slender and pretty. The main difference is that Yolanda wore glasses and had dyed blue and red some of her golden locks. Both sisters had just completed their degree in Electric Engineering at Oxony University, so they could continue a family tradition which dated back to their grandfather, Jaroslav, who worked as an electrician for the Albionese Air Force during the II Global War after fleeing his home country. Pavel Wojkovski, the twin’s father, now owned a medium sized company which, among other clients, worked for the FitzSinclaire Museum.
Ewa and Yolanda were having dinner and drinks with some friends in a pub when her father asked them for a favour. He and his crew were attending an emergency call at the town’s residual waters plant when the museum had just called them and, being Saturday evening, it was difficult to reach anyone else. Therefore, she asked them to go back home, take his van and go to the museum. It was an easy fix: they had just to tamper a little bit in the museum’s external fuse box to recover power in the building. This was the third time they had called them this week and it had always been the same problem. The twins were a bit nervous, but their father needed them and they were good electricians, so they followed his instructions and drove to the FitzSinclaire Museum.
Once the sisters arrived, one of the security guards buzzed them in and told them to park the van in the museum’s deck and wait for her. The fuse box was behind a metal door at the back of the building, so she would be there with the key in a minute. Ewa and Yolanda stepped out of the van in the apparently deserted deck, with the exception of piles of empty crates and a black SUV parked a few hundred feet from them, and waited for the guard. Ewa checked the time in her watch: if they could fix the problem soon they would be able to re-join their friends and maybe go clubbing. She could not imagine how optimistic that thought was.
***
Zoe and Susan were suffering from an acute case of FOMO (fear of missing out) as they got texts from Ursula informing them of their progress and the growing number of captives. Fortunately, it was now their time to shine. Paola and Sophia, the rogue security guards, had given them a key to sneak in the back of the building and they had done that twice last week to tamper the museum’s fuse box, causing blackouts and other issues. In consequence, although the loss of power had been caused by Sally, who had set up a small explosive in the electrical mainframe, everyone assumed that it was another problem with the fuse box. This time, Zoe and Susan were waiting for the electricians to arrive.
Hidden behind an empty crate, the two criminals spied on the incoming van and prepared to jump on the electricians. They did not know who would be sent this time, and it did not matter as the uniforms were unisex, but Zoe and Susan wished them to be attractive women. When they saw the two pretty twins stepping out of the van, they smiled at each other: their prayers had been heard. They moved stealthily towards Ewa and Yolanda and each of them took care of one of the sisters. The criminals took a cloth soaked in chloroform and pressed them against their victims’ nose and mouth. Surprised by the sudden attack, the blonde twins did not have time to react and were rendered unconscious in a matter of seconds.
Without losing a second, Zoe and Susan drag the young women inside the van and took off their green overalls. Both criminals were surprised, and happy, when they noticed that Ewa and Yolanda were only wearing their underwear underneath their uniform: they had left their clothes at their house and quickly put on the overalls, hoping that they would be back very soon. Ewa was wearing canary-yellow slip panties underneath black pantyhose and a matching lacy bra while Yolanda had opted for a black thong and matching bra. Although time was of the essence, Susan said that they should save their zip-ties for later and assured Zoe she could tie them with rope as fast as if they zip-tied them. The strawberry blonde fulfilled her promise and, in the blink of an eye, the unfortunate sisters were lying on the floor of the van, hogtied and with their mouths gagged with tape. Ewa and Yolanda would be very unhappy and embarrassed when they woke up and found themselves in such a spot. However, they would feel much better when they checked on their bank accounts. Zoe had taken their phones to text the twins’ father that everything was sorted out but they were taking the van with them for the night. Then, honouring the team’s moral code, she made a 25,000 Albionese pounds transfer to each of the sisters for the inconveniences they had caused them.
Ten seconds after Zoe and Susan stepped out of the van, now wearing green overalls and a black cap, they saw a security guard walking towards them. A pretty woman with blue eyes who wore her black hair in a ponytail, named Mia Ford, politely greeted them and opened the door for them. The guard, looking at the contrast of the strawberry blonde hair and pale skin of Susan with Zoe’s black and curly hair and caramel-coloured skin, told them that she thought that Mr. Wojkovski had said that he was sending her daughters to fix the problem. Zoe quickly answered that they both were his daughters. Mia, embarrassed and mortified, did not want to ask any further questions in case they thought she was being rude or racist. However, she would have to give more explanations the following days, when asked why she did not see anything suspicious then either.
After a few minutes of tampering with the fuses, Susan told the security guard that everything was fine with the fuse box, so they had to check the electric mainframe inside the building. Mia radioed her boss, Harriet, to inform her, and got the green light to take the electricians inside. They accessed through the emergency entrance (the alarm did not work because of the lack of power) where they were greeted by Harriet Bechtel, the head of security. Harriet was a plump woman in her early thirties with a round and comely face, brown eyes and long and curly brown hair. Her curvaceous shapes and impressive tits had also weighted heavily on the decision of the baron to hire her company, as he imagined her and other voluptuous women wearing those suggestive uniforms.
Zoe and Susan refrained their impulse to capture Harriet and Mia immediately, sticking to the plan devised by Ursula. The head of security dismissed the raven-haired guard with a rude remark, ordering her to return to her position at the main entrance, and Mia meekly obeyed. Harriet’s interaction with Zoe and Susan was not polite either. Exasperated for their inability to sort out the electrical problem, she gave them a ten-minutes ultimatum to identify the problem before she called another company. Then, she told them where to find the room with the electrical mainframe, it was just a few yards from there, and left. She was very busy, apparently. The two fake electricians did not need directions. They knew where the electrical mainframe was: next to their real target, the security cameras’ room.
***
Lauren Dwayne, a 5’ 6’’ slim blonde with blue eyes, and Deirdre Hopkins, a short, voluptuous redhead with green eyes and freckles, could not believe their bad luck. A few days ago, while in charge of the security cameras of a jewellery shop, they had been deceived by two women dressed as cleaners. The women had turned out to be robbers who, at gun-point, had demanded their uniforms. Besides the embarrassment of being unable to stop the robbery, they had to endure being found bound and gagged in their underwear by the police. Now, the whole damned museum had lost power and the security cameras were, therefore, inoperative.
Harriet had decided to double down the security detail at the museum after the jewellery robbery, so Lauren and Deirdre had two partners that night, Julia Mills and Rebecca Pearson, who were looking for a power generator to re-establish the security cameras’ feed. They heard a knock on the door, but it was not Julia and Rebecca. Instead, Lauren saw two electricians. The blonde had a bad feeling, remembering the recent experience at the jewellery with the cleaners, but Deirdre assuage her misgivings: if there is an electrical problem, is expected to have electricians fix it. ‘Moreover, what are the odds of having our uniforms stolen from women who had previously mugged other women to take their clothes before twice in a week?’, the redhead joked. She could not imagine that, whatever the odds, this was exactly what was happening.
Zoe and Susan did not even bother to make up a lie to justify their presence there. When Lauren opened the room, the Latina grabbed the blonde guard in a chokehold while her partner took Lauren’s gun, pointing it at a perplexed Deirdre. Everything happened in a flash, so, before they could digest what has happened, the guards were following what was becoming an annoyingly familiar procedure for them: they were ordered to strip of their uniforms and put their hands above their heads.
Lauren was wearing white bikini panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra while Deirdre had opted for black stockings, a green thong and matching lacy bra. The two hapless guards were forced to put a ball-gag on their mouths and sit on their wheeled chairs. Then, Susan zip-tied their hands to the chair’s arms and restrained their ankles with tape. The strawberry blonde criminal could not resist the temptation and lowered their captives’ bras, causing a stream of muffled protests. Although she appreciated Lauren’s perky tits, it was Deirdre’s massive rack which caught her eye. Susan started fondling the redhead’s breasts, but Zoe reminded her that they were not done yet and that they would have time to play later. ‘Our 10-minute deadline is not over yet’, the blonde criminal said while searching her black bag. ‘You are incorrigible, sweetie, that is why I love you’, Zoe replied, smiling.
***
Ten minutes later, an irate Harriet Bechtel left fuming the empty electricity room. ‘Where are those two bitches? We still have no power and there is no sight of them’, she thought. The head of security ran into Julia Mills, a hot blonde with blue eyes and an athletic body, and Rebecca Pearson, a short and voluptuous brunette with green eyes, who were taking a power generator to the security cameras room. Harriet used her key to open the door and walked inside, closely followed by the other two guards. She had started to yell if they knew where the fucking electricians were when but she abruptly froze.
Lauren and Deirdre were scantily clad, restrained to their chairs with zip-ties, ball-gagged and with their tits out of their bras’ cups. The attackers had allowed them to keep their panties, but on closer inspection Harriet observed that they had also placed vibrators in the unfortunate guards’ pussies.
The head of security reacted in a surprising way. Her initial surprise turned into derision and started to scold her guards. She told them how they could be so stupid and get their uniforms stole twice in a week. Then, she said that she was going to leave them bound and gagged for the rest of the night while they searched for the intruders, to see if they learnt a lesson. Lauren and Deirdre, on their part, had their eyes wide opened and were frantically shouting trying to alert her boss, although the ball-gags made their shouts incomprehensible, and the occasional moaning caused by their sexual arousal did not help either. Finally, Harriet stopped her rant and turned her back to see the two electricians pointing a gun to her and Julia and Rebecca lying on the floor, unconscious.
Zoe and Susan had been hiding and, when the door opened, they had sneaked behind the unaware guards and knocked them out with chloroform. They were tempted to do the same with Harriet, but they wanted to hear her outburst reach a conclusion and then see her shock when the curvy head of security realised she was joining her guards in captivity.
Laughing, Zoe said: ‘We have not dressed up as security guards yet because we were waiting for you and the other two guards, so we can make an informed decision when picking the best-fitting uniform’. ‘As you can see now, it is not rare to have your clothes stolen in your line of business. So, please, strip now’, Susan concluded
Harriet’s anger soon turned into embarrassment and humbly asked to be spared of the same treatment as her employees, considering her uniform was not necessary to their purpose. When pleading failed, she changed her tune and started to threaten Zoe and Susan, warning them that there were 15 more guards in the building and their mission was foolish. ‘Do not lie to me. It is actually 10 of them, and I would not be so sure of the loyalty of some of them. You gave us ten minutes to fix the power outage, so I will be magnanimous. You have two minutes to take off your clothes or my colleague will do it for you’, Zoe threatened.
Shocked to hear how well those criminals knew the ins and outs of the museum, Harriet complied. The curvaceous head of security took off her blazer and unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing a lacy pink bra which barely contained her rotund tits. Then, she unzipped her skirt and rolled it down her legs. Zoe and Susan admired Harriet’s voluptuous thighs, encased in black stockings, and ordered the defeated guard to turn around, so they could admire the head of security’s enticing hips and ass, which were barely covered by skimpy pink panties.
‘Text Ursula and told her that we did our part and we wait for instructions’, Zoe told Susan. The blonde strawberry nodded and lustily eyed Harriet and the rest of the guards, replying: ‘I cannot think of a better place to wait for instructions than here’. Harriet’s face grew livid when she heard the infamously reputed name of Ursula, who brought her memories of hapless security guards and policewomen from the other side of the ocean she had watched on the news last Christmas. That and the strawberry blonde’s lusty look did not forecast a quiet evening.
Chapter 6. June 10, 2023 (9.11 pm)
Emily Richardson told her partner, Tina Holland, that she was going to the washroom for a second. ‘Sure, but come back soon, Harriet said that there should be always two guards at the main entrance and Mia is not back yet’, Tina replied. Emily was going to make a joke about Tina being afraid of darkness, but remembered that she had been at the jewellery shop when the robbery happened, so decided to be nice to her.
Emily was a petite brunette with short hair and blue eyes in her early twenties. She wanted to get a summer job before college restarted and her friend Kimberly suggested that they should both apply at Harriet Security. Emily had argued that none of them had any experience working in security and had never fired a gun, but her friend told her that they just needed to be pretty enough. She had been right. At first, the young brunette had been very nervous, thinking that everyone would immediately realise that they were not fit for the job and fire them. Nevertheless, they soon found out that Tina, Mia and many other guards had zero experience as well and that their role was merely decorative, as their uniforms showed: they looked good on them but a short skirt was not designed to chase or fight someone. It seemed like a cushy job until the jewellery robbery had showed them the perils it entailed. There was not much they could though. As Kim now always said: ‘keep an eye and wear nice underwear, just in case’. That night, however, Emily did not follow Kim’s first rule and she failed to notice an air conduct in the washroom’s ceiling which looked blatantly suspicious, as it lacked its hatch.
***
Sally had crawled from the employees’ washroom near the special exhibit to the one near the main entrance through their air conducts. After waiting for one hour, as planned, she took the rope and the automatic cable collector that Paola and Sophia, their allies among the security guards, had hidden there and prepared to descend. However, someone entered the washroom seconds after she had removed the hatch.
Sally saw that the security guard, a petite brunette, had not noticed the open hatch, so she thought of an innovative way of neutralising her. The blonde secret agent hastily unhooked her carabiner and formed a lasso with the rope. Sally quickly threw the lasso to the unsuspecting guard while she was washing her hands in the sink and pressed the auto cable collector. She had hoped to pin the guards’ arms to her waist with the rope and pull her over, but the lasso was a bit too wide for the petite guard, so it fell to her ankles. In any case, it worked. Emily saw a lasso falling over her body but she could only scream before the knot tightened around her ankles and pulled her up to the ceiling. Sally could not prevent a chuckle when she saw the unfortunate guard hanging upside-down from the ceiling like a piñata. She also felt slightly aroused when the guard’s skirt rolled down and she could get a peek of Emily’s lovely legs encased in black stockings and the guards’ pretty teal bikini panties. At least, Emily had followed Kimberly’s second rule.
Using the same rope, Sally descended from the ceiling and could not prevent thinking how Susan would have found an imaginative way to take sexual advantage of the situation. She, however, just covered Emily’s mouth with tape to silence her shouts for help and told her in a non-threatening way: ‘I need your uniform, sweetie, so I am going to take off your clothes and then restrain you. Do not do anything foolish and you will be ok’. Emily nodded and saw how efficiently Sally removed her blazer, unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a matching teal semi-transparent bra, and unzipped her skirt. Then the blonde secret agent proceeded to quickly take off her now useless bodyguard uniform and put on Emily’s clothes. They were too small for her, as you could see the end of Sally’s toned thighs and almost her white thong if she kneeled down a little, but it would have to do. Finally, the secret agent zip-tied Emily’s hands behind her back, although she promised to lower her to the ground later. The security guard almost said thank you to her attacker, until she realised that she was hanging upside-down and tied up in her sexy underwear. ‘I should had got a job as a waitress instead of listening to Kim’, she lamented.
***
Kimberly James was also regretting having become a security guard, although she would lament it even more very soon. Kim was a tall, buxom blonde in her early twenties with brown eyes and a terrific body: slim waist, a firm ass and ample breasts. That is why she thought that joining Harriet Security would be an easy way to make money wearing a uniform, but she did not expect that she would have to do actual work. So far, she had been assigned easy tasks, but the jewellery robbery had made Harriet to increase the number of guards at the museum and she was sent there as well. She had hoped to be place at the main entrance, with her friend Emily, in which it looked like a comfortable assignment, although Emily would now disagree. Instead, she had to patrol the museum’s room, which crept her out in normal conditions, so, that night, with the dim lighting of the emergency lights, it terrified her. She particularly hated the Egyptian room, with all those open sarcophagi. Eight of them had already been removed and stored in crates, in order to transport them to the National Imperial Museum the following day, but two still remained.
Hiding under one of those sarcophagi, a pair of eyes followed Kimberly. Despite the dim lighting, Ursula could see Kimberly’s sexy stockinged legs from her vantage position. The blonde got so close, that Ursula got a perfect upskirt view of the guard’s racy red thong and nice ass. The secret agent hit with her knuckles the stone, causing Kimberly to turn abruptly. The blonde guard aimed her torch towards the empty sarcophagus, looking for the origin of the noise she had heard, unaware of the pair of hands below her until it was too late. Ursula grabbed Kimberly’s ankles, making the blonde guard to fall on her ass to the floor (and to flash her sexy underwear to Ursula once more), and quickly dragged her below the sarcophagus before the guard could scream for help.
***
Tina Holland was a plump blonde with blue eyes and a curvaceous body; and she had an uneasy feeling. There was no power, she had not heard from Harriet in a while and Mia was not back yet. The last time she had seen similar signs, it had been at the jewellery shop only a week ago, and she had ended up tied back to back with Mia in their underwear, after two young women of the group known as the ‘Robin and her Merry Women’ had mugged them and stole their uniforms. Therefore, she did not appreciate that Emily left her alone to go to the washroom, but she could not leave the position to go with her.
She was pondering whether she should call the security cameras’ room -‘they should have been able to restore the cameras’ feed by now using the generator’, she thought, when she heard what it seemed a faded scream coming from the washroom. The plump blonde froze for a second, but she could not hear anything else besides the museum’s eerie stillness. ‘Nothing bad is going to happen, do not let your imagination run wild’, she tried to reassure herself. Maybe if she had followed her hunch the events would have unfolded differently, but she did not.
Suddenly, Tina heard a thump coming from the information desk, which laid just some twenty feet from theirs’. ‘This is not my imagination’, she told herself, and ran in that direction. The blonde guard gasped when she pointed her torch below the desk and found out the origin of the noise: Ciara Higgins, one of the museum’s curators, had woken up from her induced slumber and was trying to alert security of her predicament. Tina had a feeling of déjà vu when she saw the curvaceous woman zip-tied, ball-gagged and scantily clad, as the attractive curator was only wearing purple tanga panties underneath her black pantyhose and matching bra. Then, she immediately remembered that Mia had handed the main office’s keys to a woman she thought it was Ciara a couple of hours ago and her brain connected the dots.
Tina ran to her desk, leaving an annoyed Ciara struggling against her bonds, in order to get her walkie-talkie and alert everyone of the security breach. She saw Emily coming from the washroom and shouted at her: ‘Come here immediately, someone has impersonated Ciara Higgins. We are being attacked’. The dim lighting and her own anxiety prevented Tina from noticing that the guard walking towards her was not Emily until it was too late. Sally pointed a gun at the blonde guard before she could reach the walkie-talkie at calmly told her: ‘I am sorry to inform you that there is more than one impersonator loose at the museum tonight. In that regard, I would like you to take off your uniform and hand it to me. You are a better fit than your petite partner as you can see’.
Tina was so dumbfounded that her first reaction was to actually look at Sally, noticing how short Emily’s skirt looked on her. A few seconds later, she returned to reality and comply with her captor’s order. Tina was wearing plain seamless beige panties and matching bra. Having endured a similar predicament in the past, she did not share Kimberly’s policy and considered better to wear more discreet underwear in case you had to be found without your uniform. She looked quite good, nonetheless.
Sally zip-tied Tina’s hands and ankles and silenced the plump guard with a ball-gag. Then, she got a bigger zip-tie and used it to connect Tina’s neck and her round thighs, forcing her blonde prisoner to curl. ‘Sorry for the additional inconveniences, but I cannot let you hop around’, Sally apologetically said. The secret agent put on Tina’s uniforms, which was not a perfect fit, but it was better than Emily’s, and walked towards the information desk. Ciara’s face was red because of her efforts struggling and her anger for not being freed when the chance arose. ‘You should take a break, you are not going to break those zip-ties and no one can help you now’, Sally told her. Then, she got another big zip-tie and restrained the curvy curator in the same way as Tina.
Once she had secured the main entrance, Sally returned to the washroom. There, she cut the rope which tied Emily to the ceiling and carried the petite guard on her shoulder to the main entrance. The pretty brunette was not very surprised to see her partner Tina now bound and gagged in her underwear like her, although she did not like the big zip-tie which forced her to curl. Sally did not have any more of those zip-ties, so Emily had the ‘fortune’ of just being hogtied with rope next to her friend. She did a mental recount of the number of guards present at the museum that night and thought that many should still be operative, so there was a decent chance that she and Tina could be freed soon. She was very wrong.
***
Mia was not the brightest guard in the world, but she was starting to realise that something was amiss that night at the museum. The electricians had arrived more than an hour ago but the museum was still wrapped by a darkness only pierced by the weak emergency lighting. Moreover, she thought she had seen a luxurious SUV parked in the deck when she met the electricians, but it did not make sense, as all the visitors had left the building hours ago, have they? On more urging matters, she had decided to go in search of Ciara Higgins, unaware that the busty curator was actually bound and gagged in her underwear a mere twenty feet from her. The curator had borrowed the back-up keys and, oddly, she had not returned. Mia wanted to retrieve them soon, fearing that Harriet might get angry at her again. Her boss blamed Mia for the robbery at the jewellery shop, considering that the naivety and inattentiveness of the raven-haired guard had been key to the criminal’s success. Being found tied up and gagged in her underwear with the rest of her partners was probably the only reason that prevented Harriet from firing her, in order to avoid the bad publicity of sacking an employee ‘bound’ in the line of duty and a lawsuit from wrongful termination (Harriet’s legal problems with the original Harris Security from America were more than enough). Consequently, if something happened at the museum, she was the most likely scapegoat. Unfortunately for her, she was very right about that.
There were seven guards distributed between the special exhibit area and the Egyptian room in the ground floor and the first floor’s rooms but Mia had not seen or heard any of them, which was odd. The first floor was uncannily quiet while, on the contrary, she had heard some noises from the distance, probably from the main entrance, and some kerfuffle coming from the Egyptian room. More worryingly, she had not found Ciara Higgins in the main office. Unable to find the curator, Mia decided to inspect the Egyptian room. Ironically, it would be the woman who Mia had thought it was the real curator the one the guard would find there.
The pretty security guard moved the torch around the room, but she did not see anything or anyone. She was about to leave when she heard a faint noise, which made her retrieve her steps. The raven-haired heard the kind of stifled grunting coming from one of the two remaining sarcophagi she had heard before in the recent past and walked towards it. When she oriented the torch, it dawned of her why the sound was so familiar: it is the kind of noise someone does when she is bound and gagged and struggles to get free or be heard. Lying on the open sarcophagus, Mia found her partner Kimberly. The buxom blonde was ball-gagged and partially mummified, as someone has taped the guard’s hands to her waist, and used more tape to tie her ankles, thighs and chest, although the attractive woman’s breasts had not been covered. In that regard, Mia realised that Kim had honoured her own policy, as she was wearing a racy red thong, lacy semi-transparent matching bra, black stockings and garters. The pretty brunette tried to free her partner instead of radioing immediately for help, which meant the culmination of Mia’s string of bad decisions that night. With the corner of an eye, she saw another guard coming towards them. The dim lighting and her focus on liberating Kim from her bondage did not allow Mia to notice that it was not a real guard who had come to ‘help’, but the woman who had impersonated the curator a couple of hours ago. The buxom blonde tried to alert her partner before it was too late but it was pointless. Ursula, dressed as a security guard, pinched Mia’s neck and knocked her out.

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Chapter 7. June 10, 2023 (9.48 pm)
Victoria Walsh, known among the group of archaeologists as Little V, left the storage room after she finished the inventory. The petite graduate student had texted Emma, Angelina and Patricia without getting an answer until her phone died. However, she was so imposed by Professor Wendall that she did not dare to leave the task incomplete and finished it by herself alone in the dark using her laptop. She was a bit salty, particularly with Emma, whom she liked, but she would have excused her partners if she had known that they were bound and gagged in their underwear in one of the museum’s washrooms.
The storage room was in the underground floor, next to a locker room used by the guards and the rest of the museum’s staff, so, when Victoria heard some voices there, she hoped she could find someone who could walk her out of the now closed building. However, Little V saw something completely unexpected and ran from there, luckily for her, without being heard. She did not stop by the security camera’s room but continued running upstairs, her heart pounding, and through the early medieval exhibit until she found a security guard with short black hair and grey eyes. Victoria told her they needed to call the police immediately.
***
Ursula got a text from Sally, informing her that she now controlled the main entrance. Zoe and Susan had taken over the security cameras room, preventing the guards to re-establish the security feed, but she was still waiting for Paola Luke and Sophia Hide’s report on their status. The two rogue guards were supposed to take care of the other two guards assigned to the first floor with them, but she had not heard from them in a while. Moreover, there were two other guards unaccounted for. Ursula was starting to get worried, so she ordered Zoe and Susan to stay put, and wait for news, and told Sally to meet in the first floor in 10 minutes to explore what was going on. The elevators would be the rendezvous point.
Ursula heard the steps of someone running in her direction, and was surprised to see a petite young woman wearing a college uniform. ‘I do not like this, there are more people at the museum than expected’, she thought. Ursula waited for the racing co-ed, who seemed very scared albeit relieved to find what she thought was a security guard. Despite her agitation, Victoria was able to tell Ursula what she had seen: a group of women had attacked a pair of security guards and stole their uniforms. The fake security guard asked her when and where did she have seen that and how many women were there. Little V told her that they were in the locker room and that she saw four women, two captors and two captives, but it may be more.
‘This does not make sense. I have to get to the bottom of this, because something is not right’, Ursula thought. Victoria, now more calmed, started to grow suspicious of the security guard she had met. ‘Why is she not surprised? It seems she was kind of expecting something like that. Why does she not radio her partners or call the police?’, the young graduate student pondered. Concerned, she directly asked Ursula: ‘What is going on? Are you a security guard or are you with those other women?’. ‘Good question, honey. I am not completely sure, to be honest’, Ursula replied. ‘I am sorry, but for your own safety and for my peace of mind I have to tie you up’, she concluded.
Ursula found a hidden and more or less comfortable spot inside the reproduction of an early medieval wood cabin and left the perplexed Victoria there. The petite brunette was bound with zip-ties and gagged with tape but with her clothes still on, which was something unheard of during Ursula’s missions. Then, the secret agent decided to see with her own eyes what was going on at the locker room.
Walking stealthily, she arrived to the apparently deserted locker room. However, Ursula heard an unmistakable noise coming from the lockers: there were women bound and gagged there. She opened one of them and found a voluptuous blonde with blue eyes standing there. Her hands were zip-tied behind her back and her mouth ball-gagged, although Ursula’s eyes paid more attention to the woman’s black stockings, white slip panties and matching bra. Ursula lowered her ball-gag, which the security guard greatly appreciated, although she was puzzled to see a woman who she did not recognise wearing the uniform of Harriet Security. The prisoner was even more surprised when Ursula asked her who she was and what has happened, but she answered nonetheless: ‘My name is Holly Perkins. Me and my partner, Alexa Morrison, were attacked by two women dressed up like guards like us and forced us to strip at gun-point. Did Harriet call for back-up? I had never seen you before’. Holly’s eyes grew wide when the woman she had thought was going to rescue her put the ball-gag back in her mouth, silencing the confused guard. Ursula’s only answer was to open the nearby locker. There she found a tall and attractive woman, similarly restrained, and wearing a lavender-colour lacy bra, matching panties, black garters and dark brown stockings. ‘You must be Alexa, isn’t it?’ Ursula asked. The pretty guard frantically nodded, hoping to be freed, but Ursula smirked and locked the door again. Holly angrily protested but it was in vain: Ursula winked an eye and closed that locker too.
The secret agent at first thought that Zoe and Susan might be the women behind the attack, but it did not match up. Ursula found odd that they had failed to mention that they had neutralised two other guards. Moreover, the secret agent found even more surprising that her friends had allowed the prisoners to keep their underwear in place. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed when she heard some stifled noises coming from a big locker located at the other end of the room. Unsurprisingly, Ursula found two scantily clad women, a tall, slim blonde with blue eyes and a curvy brunette with brown skin and brown eyes who wore a long black hair in a braid, standing and tied together back-to-back. Their hands were zip-tied behind their backs, resting on each other’s crotches, coils of rope were circling their breasts, waists, thighs and ankles, and their mouths had been covered with ball-gags. The blonde was wearing seamless black panties, pantyhose and bra, while the busty brunette had opted for a sexier combination consisting on orange and white striped panties, matching bra and black garters and stockings. Ursula decided to reward the short and curvaceous guard’s choice of lingerie by lowering her ball-gag. She told her that they were Priya June and Colette Robinson, and, more importantly, that they had been attacked by their partners Paola Luke and Sophia Hide when they caught them opening the emergency door. The two rogue guards had let a group of eight women inside the museum, two of which had taken their uniforms. Then, they heard that the two fake guards had lured her partner Holly and Alexa, who had had to relinquish their clothes to two of the assaulters as well.
Priya had probably heard the exchange between Ursula and her partners held prisoner in the lockers, but she had decided, nonetheless, to be honest with that mysterious woman who dressed up as a guard too. If she had hoped for a different outcome, she was immediately disappointed. A very concerned Ursula absentmindedly put the ball-gag back on the guard’s mouth and locked the door without paying attention to the two women’s pleading. She had more urging matters to attend: Zoe and Susan were not answering the phone.
***
Rebecca Pearson slowly woke up from her slumber and started to remember what has happened, realising that she was hogtied, lying on floor of the security cameras room. She also noticed with dismay that she had lost her uniform and she was only wearing her light blue panties underneath brown pantyhose and her matching lacy bra, which had been lowered to reveal her fulsome tits. She tried to shout for help, but her screams were muffled by a piece of fabric taped to her mouth with a salty scent. She started to struggle to scape her bonds but it proved futile. Moreover, when she saw her partners’ predicament, she decided to remain still, trying not attract the attention of her attackers. All things considered, her situation was not that bad.
Her partner, Julia Mills, was lying on the floor wearing only her black stockings, with her hands zip-tied behind her back. Her dark chocolate-coloured bra was lying on the floor and the guard’s missing knickers had become Rebecca’s panty-gag, the brunette correctly figured out with disgust. More worryingly, Julia’s face was deeply buried in the pussy of a strawberry blonde who, wearing a uniform like theirs, was face-sitting on her unfortunate partner. If that was not enough, the strawberry blonde was, at the same time, eating Lauren’s pussy and fondling her perky tits. The slim blonde guard was still zip-tied to a chair, although the criminal had rolled down her white panties and black pantyhose to her ankles. The scene was being recorded by a phone placed on the office’s desk, which, as Rebecca correctly feared, contained now plenty of graphic and audio-visual material of the captive guards.
Sitting in front of that desk, Rebecca saw a Latina wearing a security guard uniform, although the most disturbing part was that she had her legs wide open, pushing her white thong to the side so Harriet could eat her pussy. Rebecca’s boss was kneeling on the floor, offering her a privileged view of her round ass, as she was wearing only black stockings and skimpy pink panties, and of the bouncing of her boss’ massive tits, which had been taken out of the bra’s cups. The Latina had one hand on Harriet’s head and the other was sporadically fondling Deirdre’s massive rack. The voluptuous redhead guard sat next to her captor, zip-tied to her chair and with a buzzing vibrator placed in her pussy at full power.
The party brusquely stopped when eight heavily armed women, four of them dressed up as security guards, entered the room. Rebecca could only recognise two of the former, Paola and Sophia, but it did not bother her: their ordeal was over, or so she thought. She was, however, very wrong.
***
When they were contacted by Mr. I’s men, Paola Luke and Sophia Hide were amenable to participate in the robbery. Lacking the patience and discipline to rise up in the military, both women had moved to the private sector. This had not proven successful either. Encouraged by the high salaries it offered, Paola and Sophia had joined Harriet Security. They were both attractive and skilled, a combination rarely found among its staff, so they expected to be quickly promoted and lead the expansion of the company. However, Harriet did not value their skills, or cared much about security for what it matters, her main objective was to get a quick profit, not to consolidate and expand her business. Consequently, the prospect of a handsome economic reward, with the incentive of being able to humiliate her much-disliked boss, had been more than enough to persuade the guards to change sides.
On the other hand, they resented having to follow Ursula’s orders. Paola and Sophia saw the secret agent and her team as amateurs whose only success relied on the incompetence of their opponents. ‘It is easy to defeat a bunch of bimbo cops and security guards, but they would have nothing to do against properly trained rivals like us’, they thought. Ursula’s idea to left them bound and gagged as part of the plan was the last straw. Although they persuaded her of changing her strategy and allow them to participate more actively in the mission, they started to hatch a plan to double-cross Ursula.
First, Paola and Sophia thought of secretly undermining the mission, in order to ridicule Ursula in the eyes of Mr. I, or to steal the objects for themselves, but the guards grew more ambitious and thought that, additionally, they could capture Ursula and her team, so they would get a huge reward and make a name for themselves. Therefore, instead of alerting the authorities, the rogue guards decided to contact Michael Gower III, the billionaire from across the ocean who had purchased the early medieval swords in the auction to see if he was interested on increasing her collection or, even better, to help them capture a team of criminals to appear as a philanthropist. Paola and Sophia were a bit surprised of the enthusiastic reaction of their future sponsor, unaware of the billionaire’s background.
Gower did not care about art or history, but he knew Mr. I’s real identity, as he was an old frenemy from college who had dated his wife Meghan. Therefore, when the billionaire heard that Mr. I was interested in those objects, he raised the bids, just to annoy him, with the unexpected outcome of purchasing the swords by accident. Besides Mr. I’s real identity, Gower knew much of his acquaintance’s illegal activities, but theirs was a sporting rivalry: they never tried to harm each other in a meaningful way. It was the agents, not the rich and powerful masters, who normally suffered the consequences of their employer’s whims and petty vengeances.
Consequently, Mr. Gower had provided Paola and Sophia with the funds to hire a team to capture Ursula and her friends during the robbery at the museum. The billionaire did not care about the objects, so the rogue guards could keep them. In that regard, they all agreed to stage an attack to the van which transported the swords from the baron’s mansion to Gower’s in order to deflect any suspicion from the billionaire’s involvement in the ploy.
Paola and Sophia had waited until the plan was well underway to spring their trap. The two guards allowed the eight mercenaries they had recruited, thanks to their contacts in the military and the underworld, access to the museum. They had already replaced four of the real security guards with their accomplices when Paola decided it was better to take over the security cameras room before Ursula discovered their betrayal.
The moment the two turn-cloaks entered the security cameras room, Zoe and Susan immediately realised that they had been double-crossed by their alleged allies. However, not everyone in the room was fully aware of the situation. Harriet, believing that they had been rescued, cockily ordered Paola and Sophia to free her so she could teach those bitches a lesson. Her face went livid when both guards laughed at her. Paola walked towards Harriet, picked up a pair of black lacy panties thrown on the floor -they belonged to Susan-, and stuffed them in her boss’s mouth. ‘Shut up, you clown. Have you not realised yet that you are no longer in charge?’ The athletic blonde told her before spanking Harriet’s round ass.
Sophia, looking at Zoe and Susan, said: ‘Well, you know what is going to happen now. We do not really need your uniforms anymore, but I think it would be interesting to make you experience the same feeling your many victims had, so take off your clothes’. Zoe and Susan exchanged a quick glance and realised that they had no chances against eight armed women, so decided to comply, looking defiantly at their captors. Both women took off their skirts and threw their blazers and shirts to the floor. Zoe was wearing a white thong and matching bra while Susan only kept a lacy black bra, as her discarded panties had been used to gag Harriet. The petite brunette ordered them to take off their underwear too and, while Susan complied, shrugging off her shoulders and proudly showing her juicy breasts to their captor, Zoe refused. The pair of mercenaries dressed up as security guards grabbed her arms, immobilising her while Sophia lowered the Latina’s white thong and stuffed it in her mouth, covering it with tape. Then, she took a knife and cut Zoe’s bra, revealing her tanned round breasts and enticing red nipples. Susan looked at the petite guard and threatened her: ‘You are going to pay this, bitch. Be sure about that’. In response, Sophia took the strawberry blonde’s black bra and threw it to the rest of their accomplices, telling them: ‘Stuff it in her mouth and hogtie both bitches. Let’s see how good they are with ropes when they are the ones who get tied up’.
Meanwhile, Paola walked towards the desk and picked up Zoe’s phone, which had been buzzing for a while, and answered it. ‘Hi, Ursula. How are you doing? Surrender now and give us the golden crown and we will be merciful’, the athletic blonde said. ‘Come and get me, cunt’ was Ursula’s only reply before she hanged up the phone.
The secret agent paused for a second: the guards’ demand of the crown puzzled her. If Paola had not lied about the safe combination, why did it not open? Nevetherless, she quickly dismissed those thoughts and focused in their present, more urging, concerns and, looking at Sally, who she had just reencountered, told her: ‘They have captured Zoe and Susan so it is 10 of them against the two us, but they had now lost the surprise factor. I would say it is an even match. Let’s prepare some surprises for those bitches’.
Chapter 8. June 10, 2023 (10.43 pm)
Belinda and Samantha waited a couple of hours before they decided to cross the university campus and walk into the Faculty of History. The National Imperial Museum had allowed Professor Wendall to keep a sample of the early medieval silver coins for an additional two weeks to complete their studies. Those coins were held in the underground floor, divided between the faculty’s storage room and the archaeological lab. That is why the two young criminals were wearing the college uniform they had stolen from the Pd.D. students. Belinda and Samantha had also taken Patricia and Angelina’s cards, so they could get in and out of the university buildings at any time. However, they were not in a hurry, so they thought it was better to wait until the campus was almost deserted in case someone realised they were impostors.
Belinda swiped out her card, and the Faculty of History’s main entrance opened. They were not familiarised with the building, but both of them thought that it should not be hard to find their way around following the signals. On the other hand, worried for the lack of news from Ursula and the team, the two young women decided to split, so they could finish their task quickly and be ready for any contingency. After all, how long would it take to get a couple of boxes?
***
Victoria Thorn was a pretty Ph.D. student with green eyes who wore her luscious brown hair in a braid. She was 5’ 7’’ and curvaceous. Penelope Reed, was, by contrast, a short blonde with blue eyes, although she was busty and voluptuous like her friend. Both were attractive and accomplished students, so Dr. Clarise Bryce, an adjunct teacher at the university, had persuaded them to join their research group and do their doctoral dissertations under the supervision of Professor Wendall. Valerie Wendall was a legend in the faculty: she was not only an attractive redhead with breath-taking curves, but an accomplished and well-connected scholar whose students throve under her wings. She was also a known lesbian who liked to have sex with their students, but Victoria and Penelope, like Patricia and Angelina, or many of their former students, in a genealogy which dated back to Clarise Bryce’s student years, were more than happy to please.
Victoria and Penelope had already been summoned to a ‘meeting’ by Professor Wendall and Dr. Bryce early in the afternoon, so it was expected that Patricia and Angelina would stop by the lab in the evening to see ‘if they were needed’ after their work at the museum. However, they had not showed up, so Victoria and Penelope had been called thirty minutes ago by Dr. Bryce, telling them that she requested their help for some menial paperwork. Valerie Wendall was at the party hosted by Baron Fitzsinclaire but Clarise Bryce, who was not as social as her mentor, had gone directly to the lab after the exhibit. Being a workaholic was a common trait among early-career researchers and Clarise was not an exception. The adjunct teacher worked hard for several hours, and she did not really need the Ph.D. students’ assistance. She, however, thought she deserved a break.
Therefore, when the two pretty Ph.D. students showed up to the lab, Clarise immediately told them to go to the back-room without any preambles or excuses. Clarise was a pretty, short blonde with blue eyes who wore glasses and her hair in a bun. She was wearing a black skirt, a colourful shirt with floral motives and a white lab coat. Victoria and Penelope wondered how someone who looked like a mousy, albeit pretty, librarian had such an intense sex drive.
Clarise had been Valerie Wendall’s first student-lover and they occasionally sleep together. However, in the last couple of years they both preferred to train and taste new and younger students. In that regard, Clarise was developing new kinks, particularly bondage-related, so Victoria and Penelope were not surprised to see a bag full of ropes, ball-gags and other sex toys on display in the lab’s back-room.
The adjunct teacher lost no time, and the moment the Ph.D. students closed the door, she walked towards them, and passionately kissed Victoria on her lips. Then, she started to unbutton the pretty young woman’s white shirt, revealing a cute white with pink flowers bra, and took her generous breasts out, toying with her right nipple. Without breaking the kiss, Clarise placed her right hand between Penelope’s voluptuous thigs, encased in black stockings, and slowly ascended it towards the blonde’s crotch. Her deft fingers pushed aside the student’s metal-grey panties and started to caress her pussy and clit. The turned-on Penelope quickly took off her own blazer and shirt and started to unbutton Clarise’s own floral shirt. Then, she unzipped the teacher’s skirt and admired her body for a few seconds -her vintage lingerie, consisting of black French-cut panties, matching bra and black garters and caramel-coloured stockings, completed the teacher’s hot librarian outlook. As a result, Clarise turned her attention on Penelope: she kissed the blonde Ph.D. student in the mouth and her lips lowly descended her body. She then unzipped the blonde’s skirt and buried her tongue in her pussy.
The sound of the doorknob made Dr. Bryce to jump and move away from Penelope: a strawberry blonde student, looking a bit surprised, had entered the lab and opened the back-room’s door. ‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’, an irate Clarise demanded. The student was wearing the college uniform and did not seem embarrassed of being part of such an awkward scene. She sensually answered: ‘My name is Belinda. I am registered for Professor Wendall’s module next semester. Angelina and Patricia are tied up at the museum at the moment so they told me that I should come by the lab and introduce myself, so I can become familiar with the group’s research’. Most of it was true.
The blonde adjunct found the situation bizarre, but before she could say anything, Belinda confidently walked towards her and passionately kissed her on the mouth. Without uttering a word, the student then turned to Victoria and kissed her as well. The three women looks mesmerised as the newly arrived student assuredly took a coil of rope from Clarise’s bag and tied Victoria’s hands to her back while sensually groping her fulsome breasts and curvaceous hips. Belinda then unzipped her skirt, revealing the Ph.D. student’s white with pink flowers panties underneath black pantyhose. She teased Victoria by slowly lowering her pantyhose and sensually toying with her panties’ pink ribbon, but abruptly changed her tune and, after taking a ball-gag, she put in on a very turned Victoria’s mouth. She pulled her braid and started to kiss her face and lips. However, the cocky strawberry blonde whispered something in the Ph.D. student’s ear which immediately alarmed her. Victoria tried to alert Clarise and her friend, shouting through her ball-gag and trying to untie her hands, but they were very busy to notice their colleague’s distress.
Aroused by the situation, Clarise put aside any misgiving she may have had and imitated Belinda. She tied and gagged Penelope and then fingered the blonde’s student with her right hand while her left hand and mouth were busy sucking the blonde Ph.D. student’s juicy breasts. The adjunct teacher noticed that Belinda had left Victoria and now was kissing the back of her neck while her hands grabbed her round breasts from behind, taking them out of the bra’s cups. The strawberry-blonde got a coil of rope and told Clarise: ‘Now it is your turn, Professor. Let me reward you’. Being treated as a Professor excited Clarise even more, so she allowed Belinda to tie her up, although it was usually her the one who dominated her lovers. The blonde adjunct was surprised of the young student’s skill with the rope. ‘Angelina and Patricia definitively knew what they were doing when they send her here’, she thought. Seconds later, after tying Clarise’s hands behind her back, Belinda turned the teacher towards her and kissed her on the mouth. Then, she kneeled, lowered the blonde teacher’s panties and introduced her tongue inside her pussy until Clarise orgasmed. The archaeologist’s bliss, unfortunately, did not last very long. Belinda stood up, smiling, and said: ‘I am having a lot of fun, ladies, but we have to take a short break now so I can find the silver coins. Hopefully, if there is some time left, we can continue our party later’.
Clarise and Penelope exchanged a look in disbelief: they now understood the reason behind Victoria’s unrest. The blonde student was shocked but Clarise soon put aside her embarrassment -she was tied up with her panties rolled down her ankles- and started to shout for help. Her screams were heard, or so it appeared. In that moment, a pretty security guard with short black hair opened the lab’s back-room door and stared at them, looking flustered by the situation.
***
Samantha had stopped at the storage room while Belinda continued walking through the corridor to reach the archaeology lab, where they would reconvene once they had obtained all the silver coins. It did not take long for the petite raven-haired to find her part of the treasure: it was kept in two boxes properly labelled and ready for transport in a visible shelf. Samantha lost no time: she opened the boxes and dropped all the coins in the backpack she was carrying. Three minutes later, she switched off the storage room’s light and left. However, the minute she stepped out of the room, a security guard called her.
Peggy Atkinson was a short and burly security guard who wore her brown hair in a ponytail. She was quite attractive though: her green eyes, ample bust and firm ass turned many heads even when she wore her non-flattering uniform, which consisted of dark-chocolate pants and jacket, pistachio shirt and black shoes and tie. Being the summer holidays, she was the only guard in that part of the campus. Sitting in her office, she got a notification that someone had used a swipe card to access one of the buildings, so she decided to go check it. Peggy did not notify it, though. It was probably a Ph.D. student: many of them used to work at weird hours and were allowed to access freely, so it was not necessary to bother anyone unless it was really necessary. She was wrong though.
Peggy called at Samantha and asked her for her ID card. The fake Ph.D. student handed her Angelina’s card, hoping that the security guard would only give a perfunctory look at the ID. Peggy, however, was too professional for her own good and noticed immediately that the petite woman was not the real Angelina Smith. She told Samantha: ‘Sorry, madam, this ID clearly does not belong to you so you will have to come with me’. The guard took her walkie-talkie to radio central command when Samantha attacked her with unexpected speed and strength. Peggy had not perceived the petite student with short black hair as a threat, and she was going to pay dearly for it. The former sex worker had been training Krav Maga with Ursula, so she was able to subdue the strong guard in a chokehold and render her unconscious with surprising ease before she could radio anyone.
Surprised by her own reaction, Samantha dragged Peggy’s unconscious body inside the storage room and took a moment to reflect, trying to think what Ursula would do. In just a few seconds the petite brunette concluded that the natural outcome was to take the guard’s uniform in case she run into anyone else. ‘It might come handy’, she thought. Samantha quickly retrieved Peggy of her clothes and looked for tape in the storage room to restrain her captive and prevent her from raising the alarm. The former sex worker taped the guards’ hands behind her back and then cut more pieces of tape to tie Peggy’s ankles, calves, thighs and chest, getting a last piece to cover her mouth. The hapless guard would not be happy to wake up taped in a storage room wearing only her white seamless panties and matching bra but, fortunately for her, other women would also be found bound, gagged and scantily clad in the building and they would receive much more attention from the media than her for reasons apparent.
Dressed up as a security guard, Samantha took the backpack with the coins and walked towards the lab to meet Belinda. The lab was surprisingly empty but she immediately heard some noise coming from the back-room. The brunette was amazed to find three scantily clad women tied up while Belinda gathered the remaining silver coins. Dr. Bryce and the two Ph.D. students saw her arrival with hope, but that soon vanished when they realised that the woman was not a real security guard. Samantha looked amused at Belinda and asked her how did she manage to tie three women that easily without carrying a gun. The young strawberry blonde chuckled and answered: ‘It is a long story, but I am a bit jealous of your cool uniform. Where did you get it? Should we try to find another one for me or a better fit for you?’. Before the petite raven-haired could reply, Belinda continued his fast stream of words: ‘Let’s see if we have news from Ursula first. Maybe we need to find other outfits. Additionally, I would like to document this adventure for my cousin in case she does not believe it’. A mortified and shocked Clarise stared at Belinda’s phone: not only they were going to lose the silver coins but everyone was going to find out about their group’s extracurricular activities. ‘Valerie is going to kill me’, she alarmedly thought. Professor Valerie Wendall, however, would have to deal with other bigger problems very soon though.

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Chapter 9. June 10, 2023 (11.37 pm)
Jill Pope and Amy Hull were in a sour mood. Jill was a tall and slim woman in her early thirties with short, red hair and blue eyes while Amy was a fit blonde with brown eyes in her mid-twenties whose angelical face did not match her rough nature. Both were members of Paola and Sophia’s old unit, so they were more than happy to take a few days of vacation to help them with a side job for a succulent fee. What it seemed like an easy task was becoming increasingly dangerous. Neutralising a bunch of unexperienced security guards and steal their uniforms had proven very easy, but, once the ruse had been uncovered, they had been searching for Ursula and Sally for an hour without success in what had become now a useless and uncomfortable sexy outfit. More worryingly, they had not received any news from their teammates for a while.
Finally, Jill and Amy were relieved to see some two women signalling at them from the entrance of the ruins of a Greek temple while searching the first floor. Despite the dim lighting, they managed to identify two of their partners wearing their commando suit, which consisted of dark green pants, black tank top and boots besides a Kevlar vest and a helmet. They also carried automatic rifles. Seeing the two mercenaries wearing a full-military suit made them miss their own equipment: they now felt silly wearing black blazer and skirt and a white shirt, although they recognised they looked good on them.
The guards, being military, understood the signals and followed their two partners into the temple, walking stealthily. However, they soon lost sight of them, so they decided to split to cover the ruins’ two exits. Jill continued straight while Amy took the first right. The blonde had only walked for a minute when she heard her partner scream. Amy retrieved her steps and saw Jill hanging upside-down. The redhead’s ankles were tied with rope to the ceiling and her skirt had rolled down, revealing her toned legs and white bikini panties. Jill’s sense of preservation was now stronger than any training, so she kept shouting for help without caring for anything else. Amy looked at her hapless partner from the distance, but she was sure that their enemies wanted to use Jill as bait, so, unmoved by the redhead’s cries for help, which had become more acute when she saw her partner staring at her, continued her way. Ursula and Sally, however, had foreseen the mercenaries’ lack of empathy when a partner got in trouble in a criminal context. Their bet was rewarded within a few seconds with a flash of Amy’s black thong and slender legs. The blonde, like her partner, had stepped into a trap which had sprung a lasso at the other exit of the temple, so she was now hanging upside-down from her ankles as well. The two secret agents, wearing their recently-acquired commando suits, left their hiding place and moved quickly to subdue their two new captives.
***
Katia and Irina (she and the two other eastern-continental mercenaries only used their first names during missions) were cousins with a long criminal record in both their original country and Albion, where they had moved only seven months ago. Both women were of the same age (about to turn 28) and very attractive. Katia had long blonde hair who wore it in a ponytail during missions while Irina had short brown hair, but they both were tall and slender with blue eyes and a generous rack, so they could have become models under different circumstances. Sonja and Natasha had similar familiar roots, age and criminal background than the two cousins, although both had been born in Albion. Sonja was a short and curvy redhead with round face and green eyes while Natasha was a tall blonde with blue eyes. The four of them had been contacted by Paola and Sophia and were keen to participate in what it seemed a fun and easy mission.
The four eastern-continental mercenaries, wearing their commando suits and automatic weapons, had been sent by Paola and Sophia as the vanguard. Maybe it was not wise to divide their forces, but they thought that their sheer numerical superiority and better weapons should be more than enough to defeat Ursula and Sally. Soon, they would be proven wrong.
While Sonja and Natasha searched the ground floor, the two cousins aimed for the first floor. The stairs were a propitious spot to be ambushed, so Katia and Irina decided to split. The blonde mercenary would walk upstairs slowly, trying to attract the attention of their enemies, while Irina would take the elevator and surround anyone who might be waiting for them. Despite the power loss, the elevator still worked thanks to the emergency generator, so the eastern mercenaries wanted to use it to their advantage. However, Ursula and Sally had already though about that.
Katia climbed the stairs unopposed and walked to the elevator. When the door opened, she saw Irina lying unconscious on the floor and a panel suspiciously open in the ceiling. Aiming with her weapon to the panel, she did not notice the stealthy steps behind her until it was too late. Ursula pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform against her face and, after a few seconds of violent struggle, knocked her out. Then, Sally descended from the elevator’s ceiling and started to undress Irina, whom she had previously attacked by surprised and knocked out, while Ursula did the same with Katia. Wearing the commando suits, they moved to the Greek temple and waited for more mercenaries. The prey had become the hunters.
***
Sonja and Natasha thoroughly searched the ground floor but they saw no signs of Ursula and Sally. They had found traces of the two secret agents’ previous activities though. In the Egyptian room they were amused to discover two attractive guards, a blonde and a raven-haired, bound and gagged inside two sarcophagi. Ten minutes later, they arrived to the entrance and found three other women in a similar predicament under two desks. At first, the captives were happy to see them, wrongly believing that they were some kind of SWAT team sent to help them. The illusion vanished when they saw the newcomers laughing at them. Sonja even spanked Tina’s round ass, unable to resist the temptation when she saw the plump blonde zip-tied and curled up in her underwear.
After their futile search, they were doubting whether they should explore the first floor or wait for instructions. Paola and Sophia had ordered to go radio silence so Ursula and Sally could not intercept their communication (and they had not exchanged cell numbers for security), so they did not know what to do next. Their doubts were soon dispelled when the ominous silence which covered the museum was broken by a woman’s screams. Two minutes later, they heard another woman shouting. Sonja and Natasha used the main entrance’s elevator to go to the first floor, decided to discover what was going on.
The first floor was dead-silent now. ‘Where is everyone? Katia and Irina should be here’, Sonja whispered to her partner. ‘I am sure they were not the ones who shouted before, we are not as soft as these Albionese chicks’, Natasha replied. Both mercenaries reached the ruins of a Greek temple where they discovered the origin of the shouting. They found Jill fully naked hanging upside-down, with her ankles tied to the ceiling. Her clothes were piled up next to her except her white bikini panties, which had been stuffed in the redhead’s mouth and covered with tape to silence her. Instead of rescuing her, Sonja and Natasha mocked her. The redheaded mercenary pinched Jill’s perky tits and said ‘You guys are pathetic; how could you be captured so easily by these amateurs?’. Immediately after, they found Amy in a similar predicament than her partner. The blonde, however, had been lucky enough to keep her black thong, although not her lacy matching bra, which Ursula and Sally had crammed into her mouth and hold with tape to silence her. Despite Amy’s frantic struggle, Sonja and Natasha ignore her pleading and left her in such a spot after admiring and feeling up the blonde’s fulsome breasts.
The mercenaries continued their search in that part of the museum, knowing that their targets had to be close. However, they found someone else. Sitting next to a huge statue, Sonja and Natasha saw two women bound in their underwear with their military helmets still on. This time, the two mercenaries rush to help who they thought were their kinswomen. A weird thought crossed Sonja’s mind, as she was surprised of Katia and Irina’s racy lingerie, which did not seem a sensible choice in a mission of this kind and, more troublingly, those aquamarine and red sexy sets of underwear looked somewhat familiar. The redhead would later blame the dim lighting, but she would ruefully regret not having followed her instinct. The two mercenaries looked dumbfounded when they removed the captives’ helmets and saw the blonde and rave-haired guards whom they had found tied-up inside the sarcophagi in the Egyptian room a while ago. ‘How is this possible?’ they thought. They try to react but it was too late: in a split-second Ursula and Sally emerged from the shadows and pressed their guns against the back of the mercenaries’ heads. In that moment, Sonja and Natasha realised that they should have shown more empathy to Jill and Amy’s predicament and wondered how many items of clothing they would be able to keep.
***
Mia Ford awoke from her slumber and heard some muffled noises. Her memories came back in a flash, and she remembered finding her partner Kimberly taped up inside a sarcophagus in her sexy red lingerie. Therefore, she was appalled but not shocked to find herself in a similar position. The pretty brunette guard had her hands and ankles zip-tied and her mouth covered by a ball-gag. Needles to say, her uniform was gone and she was only wearing aquamarine slip panties underneath black pantyhose and a cute matching bra with embroidered edges and ribbon. In that moment, Mia was happy to have followed what it was increasingly becoming known as ‘Kim’s policy’ among the security guards in regards to underwear: she wanted to look good when the police found her, and her aquamarine set was her favourite.
The pretty raven-haired started to talk: she knew that the ball-gag prevented her from communicating with Kim in a meaningful way, but she wanted to let the blonde know that she was there too, although Kimberly already knew that, as she had seen how Ursula knocked Mia out and took off her uniform before tying her up inside the other sarcophagus. There was also the hope of someone hearing them before it was too late and the impersonators had accomplished their mission. The pretty guard thought that being mugged and had her uniform stolen twice in a week would not look on her resume, and there was not an abundance of jobs out there. On the other hand, she hoped that, considering that there were 15 guards at the museum that night, she would not be considered the main responsible of Harriet’s security epic failure.
It was evident, however, that it was not Mia’s lucky day. The pretty raven-haired saw with wonder (and frustration) how two women wearing commando suits found Kimberly and her but did nothing to free them. Mia did not have much time to think about the two mysterious mercenaries because, the minute they left, another two women showed up at the Egyptian room. The guard recognised the woman whom she had mistakenly thought it was one of the museum curators -who was also the one who had knocked her out and steal her uniform, although she did not know that-, wearing now a commando suit. There was also blonde woman wearing the same outfit, which made Mia wonder if all the security guards of the museum had been already been captured. The certainty that she was right made her chill.
The petite raven-haired and the buxom blonde correctly figured out that the first two women and the second pair were not working together but, unfortunately, none of them was interested in rescuing them. Ursula cut the zip-ties that restrained Mia’s ankles while Sally did the same with Kim’s tape. However, both women were ordered to follow their captors with their hands zip-tied behind their backs and their mouths ball-gagged. The two guards were herded to the first floor and forced to sit next to a big statue. Their two captors tied their ankles again and put helmets on their heads, using them as bait to lure the other two women. Mia was so confused by the situation that she did not know which team she should cheer for (trying to do something such as scaping was not even contemplated by the pretty guard), but it did not matter. The ruse worked and Ursula and Sally captured the two mercenaries. Mia wondered how many women were going to end up bound and gagged in their underwear by the end of the night. However, not everyone was resigned to her fate. Despite the dim lighting, the pretty raven-haired guard noticed in the distance the figure of a young woman in her undies walking in the ground floor. Ursula saw it too.
Chapter 10. June 11, 2023 (12.17 am)
Emma Southward did not give up. Although her colleagues Patricia and Angelina had long stopped struggling against their bonds, the blonde Ph.D. student tried once more to break free. Unlike the other two young women, Emma was not restrained with zip-ties. However, being hogtied with rope was no picnic either. The attractive blonde arched her body one more time, trying to reach her ankles with her fingers, and, finally, she felt how the rope was loosening. Emma experienced a feeling of elation when she managed to untie the rope which connected her wrists to her ankles. After that, she was able to patiently untie herself.
Patricia and Angelina looked at her ‘friend’ with a mixture of feelings: disbelief, envy and happiness. Emma took off her tape and, gasping, told her partners in captivity: ‘I am going to call security. I will come back as soon as possible’. The two attractive Ph.D. students protested, but Emma explained them: ‘I cannot cut those zip-ties and time is of essence. It is better if I go look for help’. That was a sound reasoning, but there was also a part of Emma who enjoyed their much-disliked colleagues’ predicament and did not want to free them. She strongly desired that Professor Wendall, Dr. Bryce and the rest of the team went through the same experience, unaware that her wish was actually being fulfilled.
Emma did not like walking around the museum in her underwear, especially considering that she was wearing dark-brown pantyhose, which did not hide her racy red thong, and a lacy matching bra, which did not stop her fulsome tits from bouncing when running. However, she imagined that she was not the only scantily clad woman at the museum that night and, moreover, she had no time to lose. Back in the early medieval Albion exhibit, she was surprised to find the area empty and silent. She thought she had heard some noise coming from inside the reproduction of a cabin, but decided she should focus on her task. Instead of looking for security, Emma thought that it was easier and safer to activate the fire alarm, which was connected to the emergency electricity generator, and alert the authorities. She was about to do it when a hand touched her shoulder and quietly told her: ‘Do not do that, please’.
Emma immediately recognised Ursula. The woman who, dressed up as a bodyguard, had asked her a series of menial questions was now wearing a commando suit. When the blonde Ph.D. student pointed that out, the secret agent, smiling, replied: ‘It is actually my third disguise tonight. I wore a security guard uniform for a little bit too’. Emma told her that, when Samantha had approached her, days ago, she did not know it was her the one behind the robbery; she thought the pretty brunette was a member of the group known as the ‘Robin and her Merry Women’. Before Ursula could reply, Emma continued: ‘By the way, I do not appreciate having my clothes stolen. That was not part of the plan’. Ursula, smiling, answered: ‘Sorry about that. We valued all the information you gave us: it had helped us a lot immensely, but we were not sure if you would dare to show up at the washroom when the exhibit concluded and let yourself get captured to fulfil the second part of the plan. Samantha, however, was 100% sure about your commitment and that, thanks to her training, you would know how to escape from that hogtie’. The blonde Ph.D. student replied that she had had second thoughts but, in the end, the prospect of getting extra money and the chance of directly participating in the humiliation of Professor Wendall and all those lusty bitches who had made her academic life impossible prevailed. ‘You have not answered my question, thought’, Emma concluded. The secret agent, now laughing, conceded: ‘True. I would tell you that stealing your clothes was a way to assure you were beyond suspicion, but, knowing Belinda and seeing how attractive you are, I cannot rule out that she just wanted to have a close look at your body’. ‘There has been a change of plans, and we do no longer need that an escaped employee manages to raise the alarm. We have another task for you, thought. It is riskier but we will pay you double’, Ursula concluded. The secret agent was not disappointed: Emma’s unhesitant nod transmitted the blonde Ph.D. student’s resolve.
***
Jessica Hemings and Lizzie Carter had been left in charge of Zoe, Susan and the rest of the prisoners of the security cameras room. Like Jill and Amy, both were military from Paola and Sophia’s same unit and they were also looking for a chance to make quick money. The two women also had a passing resemblance: they were both slim and had brown eyes and collar-length blonde hair, although Lizzie was shorter and prettier than Jessica. They were not as attractive as some of the members of Harriet Security, but they also looked quite good in those uniforms.
They had been instructed by Paola to watch the prisoners, but they left their position at the entrance of the security cameras room to chase a suspect. A blonde woman, wearing a commando suit, had tried to reach the electricity room and, when she saw the guards, run in the other direction. Jessica and Lizzie were sure that she was not one of their team -it was actually Sally-, so they followed her, suspecting that she had stolen the uniform from one of their partners, which was accurate.
***
In the meantime, Zoe and Susan tried to break their bonds taking advantage of their guardians’ absence. The Latina knew she was not as deft with ropes as her friend, so she focused on working together with Susan, hoping that the strawberry blonde would be able to escape. However, both women had been skilfully hogtied, so it would take more time than they had at their disposal to untie themselves. Frustrated, they came to the realisation that they needed help. In that moment, they saw the attractive silhouette of a scantily clad young woman at the door.
Emma Southward walked into the security cameras acting shocked. Harriet and the other four guards hoped that this time they were going to be rescued for real. However, the blonde Ph.D. student played her part perfectly. She walked towards Harriet and, when she noticed that she was zip-tied, she told her that she would not be able to cut them without tools, so she would first untie those poor naked guards. The curvy head of security and the other four real guards started to frantically shout through their gags, trying to alert the apparently unsuspecting Emma and prevent her from making what they thought it was a sorry mistake. Rebecca Pearson rolled with all her strength, making her generous tits to aggressively bounce, in order to point out that she was also hogtied, so she could start by untying her. The blonde student, thought, managed to untie Susan very quickly and proceed to do the same with Zoe. Once the Latina was freed, Emma moved towards the real guards, but was abruptly grabbed and subdued by Susan. The strawberry blonde, using the same rope used to tie her, deftly put Emma in a hogtie in the blink of an eye despite the blonde Ph.D. students heartily protests, who nailed her performance. The strawberry blonde found a spare ball-gag to silence Emma and said: ‘Thanks honey. We will not forget your help, but it turns out that we are not real guards. Sorry to tie you, but we still have a museum to rob’. The five guards expressed their frustration in different ways. Deirdre just rolled her eyes stoically -the busty redhead still had a vibrator placed inside her pussy- but other like Julia or Harriet were more vocal in their protests. They were soon stopped by Susan, who spanked both the blonde guard and the head of security and reminded them that soon they might have more free time to spare.
The events unfolding at the security cameras room were unbeknown to Jessica and Lizzie, who decided to return to their position after losing sight of the mysterious blonde. The two fake guards saw with dismay that Zoe and Susan had escaped but they were perplexed that there was new captive: a hot and curvaceous blonde wearing red lingerie and dark-brown pantyhose was now hogtied and ball-gagged next to the five remaining prisoners. The two mercenaries walked into the room, ready to interrogate Emma about the whereabouts of the two escapees. That was not necessary though: Zoe and Susan had been hiding behind the door the whole time, ready to jump the unsuspecting guards. Despite their military training, Jessica and Lizzie were no match to the Latina and strawberry blonde criminals who, in addition to their combat skills, were filled with rage for being captured.
As a result, the defeated Jessica and Lizzie were forced to strip at gun point. Both women wore unimaginative underwear: black sports bras and basic control briefs (Jessica’s were black and Lizzie’s white), but they looked quite sexy in any case. Susan and Zoe were vengeful women, so they ordered them to take off those too. The strawberry blonde criminal hogtied both mercenaries and used their panties to gag them, making sure that each of them received her partner’s. Meanwhile, Zoe texted Ursula: ‘We are back. Thanks for sending us an angel, Rusa’.
***
Paola Luke and Sophia Hide’s mild annoyance had turned into concern, later into anxiety and now it has transformed into panic. At the beginning, they were upset for their difficulties in capturing Ursula and Sally, but they thought it was a matter of time to do it. Now, they had realised that they had tried to chew more food than they could eat, and wished they just had followed the original plan and make a nice profit. They arrived to the museum’s main entrance and they found three women bound and gagged but no signs of their enemies or the rest of their team.
Sophia walked to a pretty brunette wearing teal bikini panties, matching semi-transparent bra and black stockings who laid hogtied on the floor. She removed the perplexed guard’s ball-gag and asked her who had attacked her and if she had seen anyone else. A very perplexed Emily realised that these women were not going to rescue them either, but saw no benefit in lying to them, so she told them that she was assaulted by a blonde woman who had stolen their uniform and, later, she had seen two other women wearing commando suits who took the elevator. The petite mercenary put the ball-gag back in the guard’s mouth without further comments and told her partner that they had to break radio silence and contact the rest of the team before they were hunted down two by two like in Predator. Paola nodded and took her walkie-talkie, but no one answered. The athletic blonde insisted a couple of times to no avail. Both women looked at each other, thinking whether it should be a good moment to cut their losses and scape, when the hear the unmistakable noise of the elevator.
The two guards aimed their weapons to the lift’s door, but immediately lowered them, shocked by what they saw. Four women sat on the floor tied together with rope. Their ankles and hands were zip-tied and tape had been used to cover the women’s mouth and eyes, silencing and blindfolding them. Paola and Sophia had no problem in identifying all of them: Katia, wearing purple hipster panties and matching bra, Irina, with black slip panties and a grey sports bra, Sonja, with a white thong and a beige bra, and Natasha with white control briefs panties and black sports bra. The four eastern-continental mercenaries had their uniforms stolen and were now bound and gagged in their underwear.
Paola and Sophia rushed towards their tied accomplices. Their fear prevented them from thinking clearly and see their sudden appearance as what it actually was, a ruse. They could only think that if they could free the mercenaries, they would have a fighting chance against Ursula. That ship had sailed though. Ursula was hidden in the elevator’s ceiling, holding herself with hands and feet to the walls in an astonishing display of strength and skill. When she saw the traitors getting closer, she jumped Sophia, circling her neck with her legs in a scissoring move, and throwed the petite guard to the ground. Then, she pushed her hands to the floor, propelled her body and kicked Paola in the chest before her enemy could react. Ursula caught a glimpse of the athletic blonde’s black slip panties and stockings before she hit the ground and, in a split-second, she took Sophia’s gun and kicked Paola’s out of the guard’s reach, pointing her gun to the shocked and defeated guards.
Ursula’s shock of adrenaline was receding, but she started to feel an irresistible anger building inside her. Nevertheless, she calmly ordered the two guards to strip. ‘There will be time to teach these traitors a lesson later’, she thought. Paola and Sophia were so shocked and, at the same time, resigned to their fate, that they did not even have the spirit to protest, so they started to undress. The athletic blonde was wearing black slip panties, a matching lacy bra and black stockings. The petite brunette had opted for white tanga panties underneath black pantyhose and a white bra with a cute ribbon. Ursula’s hatred did not prevent her from appreciating the captives’ attractive bodies. Both women were slim and had toned bodies, but they also had curvy asses and perky tits.
The guards put their hands on their heads and were ordered to walk to the security cameras room. Any faint hope they might have had was now totally gone: their whole team inside the museum had been neutralised. Paola, resigned, asked Ursula what she planned to do with them. The secret agent ominously replied that they should ask the same question to Susan and Zoe, because they probably had plenty of ideas in that regard. The blonde guard exchanged a concerned look with her petite partner: they should have probably study Ursula’s adventures in depth. If they had, they would not have underestimated her and they would not have to find out in first person what happened to those who crossed her.

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Chapter 11. June 11, 2023 (01.56 am)
When Ursula finally texted Samantha and Belinda, the young strawberry blonde had had plenty of time to experiment with their three captives in many different ways. Needless to say, Dr. Bryce, Victoria and Penelope had all eaten the criminal’s pussy on countless occasions by then. At present, the brown-haired Ph.D. student and her blonde friend were currently kissing each other with their hands tied behind their backs while the adjunct teacher was on her knees, with her hands tied behind her back too, licking Belinda’s pussy. The blonde archaeologist was still wearing her now dishevelled black French-cut panties and her caramel-coloured stockings but her bra was long gone so her massive breasts bounced rhythmically. Samantha had decided not to join Belinda’s games, although she acceded to record everything with a phone. The former sex worker had some moral qualms with the situation, but when she remembered how poorly those bitches had treated Emma Southward she at least acceded to Belinda’s request.
Ursula asked Belinda and Samantha if they thought they could steal by themselves the early medieval swords which were going to be transported from the baron’s mansion to Michael Gower III’s collection early in the morning. Ursula and the rest had finally the situation under control in the museum, but they still had to figure out a way to get the golden crown, which was locked in the safe. The two young women answered positively, so the secret agent gave them all the intel she had and suggested a plan of action. Although both Belinda and Samantha had proven their worth, Ursula did not like sending the two youngest and less experienced members of the team without any backup. She later wished she had cancelled that part of the mission then.
***
It had been a hectic night for Sgt Leslie Fenway and Officer Seo-yun Park. Although it was the summer, so the number of students at Oxony was greatly reduced, it was still a Saturday night, so they were called dozens of time for drinking-related incidents of many kinds, the most violent being a fight at a club’s entrance which had ended with three guys arrested. Seo-yun, a cute, petite brunette from Asian origin with short hair and dark-brown eyes in her early twenties, and Leslie, a curvy blonde with blue eyes in her early thirties who wore her hair in a ponytail, left the precinct for the third time that night hoping that the remaining of the night would be quiet. They were wrong.
At half past two in the morning, the cops received a call from headquarters. Campus security had reported a break-in in one of the university labs and requested police assistance. Seo-yun and Leslie sighed, imagining how much paperwork they would have to do for what it was most likely a bunch of drunk entitled kids who wanted a shoot of adrenaline. They were partly right: they were going to be drowned in paperwork for the next days, but for reasons they could not phantom.
When they arrived to the campus they were greeted by a petite security guard with short black hair and a strawberry blonde student who introduced themselves as Peggy Atkinson and Angelina Smith, respectively. The policewomen were informed that Angelina had gone to the building to work on her thesis when she heard some strange noises inside the lab. Scared, she locked the room and called campus security. Then, Peggy Atkinson thought it was better to call the police, so they could press charges against whoever had broken into the building. Leslie nodded and looked at Seo-yun, who was taking notes, exchanging an “I told you so” look, but, as they walked towards the lab, they failed to hear some faint noises coming from the storage room, as the real Peggy Atkinson was now conscious and struggling against her bonds, wondering how such a petite woman could have defeated her so easily and why she had taken her uniform, leaving her bound and gagged in her underwear.
Unbeknownst to the real security guard’s predicament, the two cops were walked by the two impersonators to the lab. There, they heard the weird noises the student had mentioned coming from the back room. Leslie and Seo-yun’s jaws dropped when they opened the door. Lying on a table, they saw a pretty brown-haired young woman ball-gagged and hogtied, her long braid had been tied to her ankles while her hands and upper arms were pinned with rope too. Victoria was only wearing cute white with pink flowers panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra, although the latter had been lowered, revealing her generous breasts. Next to her, there was a young blonde woman standing on her tip-toes, scantily clad and tied as well. Penelope was only wearing metal-grey panties and black stockings and her hands were tied behind her back and connected to the ceiling with rope. More coils of rope surrounded the blonde’s naked tits and a ball-gagged had been used to silence her. The cops noticed with surprise that Penelope’s moaning was exacerbated by a vibrator placed inside the blonde’s pussy. However, they were more shocked to see another blonde older woman in a more compromised situation. Dr Clarise Bryce was completely naked except for her caramel-coloured stockings and glasses. More worryingly, she was ball-gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, on her knees and riding an electric dildo. Each of Clarise’s ankles was separately tied with a rope to the ceiling, raising her legs slightly from the floor and thus preventing the blonde teacher from scaping the dildo. Sgt Fenway eyed a bag full of sex toys in the corner of the room and correctly guessed the provenance of all those items.
Leslie and Seo-yun, expecting some kind of prank, were not prepared for the situation. They were even less ready for a surprise attack, so they were quickly defeated by Belinda and Samantha. The two young women pressed cloths soaked in chloroform against the faces of the unsuspecting cops, who were soon rendered unconscious in front of the eyes of the desperate three captives, who thought they were going to be freed.
Belinda and Samantha each took care of one of the cops and started to undress them. The strawberry blonde quickly stripped Sgt Leslie Fenway off her black hat, boots, socks and trousers, giving an appreciate look to the blonde cop’s round thighs and cute pink slip panties, and then quickly removed her black cravat and unbuttoned her white shirt, noticing that the sergeant was wearing a pink lacy bra which hardly contained the cop’s massive breasts. Meanwhile, Samantha had done the same with Seo-yun, so the petite woman from Asian descendants was now only wearing a white thong and matching bra. Then, Belinda tied both cops together back to back, with their hands resting on each other’s laps. She tied their ankles and calves with more rope and stuffed one of Peggie’s white socks, which Samantha had exchanged for Seo-yun’s, in each of their mouths, sealing them with tape. The young strawberry blonde could not resist the temptation and looked for another vibrator in Clarise Bryce’s bag. When she found it, she buried it into Sgt Fenway’s pussy, whom started to wake up thanks to the warm buzz she felt inside her body.
The two secret agents took off their clothes and put on the police uniforms. However, before they put on their hats on, Belinda placed them on the heads of the two captive cops in order to take more pictures and shoot a short video with her phone. ‘For my cousin’s collection’, she told Samantha, winking an eye. ‘Ok, let’s go get those swords’, the strawberry blonde concluded.
***
Jane McAllister knew what would be her first words when she saw Harriet Bechtel again: ‘I told you so’. Not that it mattered now though. Jane was a tall, slender ex-military with long curly black hair and brown eyes. Her long legs made her look very good in Harriet Security’s uniform. Additionally, she was one of the few guards who actually knew something about the job. That is why she had told Harriet that it was very risky to send only a team of guards without back-up to collect the swords. Her boss had disdained Jane’s concerns, arguing that no one knew about the transport and that the extra bodies were needed at the museum. If she had known Harriet and the other guards’ current predicament at the time, the tall brunette would have laughed because of the irony. However, her own situation was not pleasant either.
Jane was now sitting in the back of their van, with her ankles and hands tied together, forcing her body to bend forward, and her mouth ball-gagged. She had also lost her uniform, so she was only wearing white slip panties and matching bra. Next to her there was a wooden chest, containing the two swords, and, in front of her, her other two partners. They were tied up and gagged in their underwear too. Mindy Twain, a young petite blonde con curly hair and blue eyes, was wearing black tanga panties, stockings and lacy bra while Carol Hutchinson, a curvy brown-haired beauty with green eyes, had opted for light-purple slip panties underneath light-brown pantyhose and matching lacy bra. The tall guard, looking at her hapless colleagues, remembered that, after the jewellery robbery, there was an ongoing discussion in the team about the kind of lingerie they should wear at work in case they got captured and had their uniforms stolen. Jane wished the girls paid more attention to their job and showed a different mentality. That might have helped them today. The three guards were driving their van when they had to stop in a deserted stretch of a narrow road because there was a car blocking it, apparently due to mechanical problems. Jane, sitting at the back of the van, told her partners to wait inside and call Harriet to notify it, but Mindy and Carol had been clubbing last night, waking up mildly hungover after only a few hours of sleep, so they wanted to finish their assignment as soon as possible. They naively got out of the car and went to talk to the three women who were having car issues to move their vehicle a little, so they could continue their way. Two minutes later, Jane was not very surprised when the van’s door opened and she saw Mindy and Carol with their hands on their head and the three women pointing guns at them.
That is why now the three Eastern-continental women -Jane had identified their accents but did not catch any name- were now wearing their black skirts and blazers and their crisp white shirts, pretending to work for Harriet Security, while the real guards were now trussed up at the back of the van. Jane could see through the small window that it was dawn now -it must be around 6 am, she thought- when, suddenly, the van stopped again. The tall brunette was very surprised: it had only been 20 minutes since their capture and they were in what it seemed the outskirts of a small ugly town. Consequently, when the woman who was watching them, a tall blonde with short hair, moved to look through the window what was going on, she tried to untie herself, thinking she might have a chance to escape. Unlike many of her partners, Jane did not worry about what kind of lingerie she should wear at work. She preferred not to be found bound and gagged in her underwear by strangers, period. Also, she knew a thing or two about ropes and knots.
***
Belinda and Samantha were dressed up as police officers, waiting for the arrival of the security guards who transported the swords. Following Ursula’s recommendations, they had found a good spot at the entrance of Belleview, an ugly town in the Greater Thames Town Area full of warehouses and whose economic activity revolved around the nearby airport. The area would be deserted in an early Sunday morning, it would not look suspicious to set a police control there and the town had several road connections and places to hide, so it was an ideal location for an ambush. Finally, at 5.53 am they saw their target.
Samantha stopped the van with a made-up pretext and told who she thought were the security guards that they had to wait for twenty minutes: the road was blocked because there was an on-going police investigation. She and Belinda thought that the Harriet Security guards would be easy to lure and capture, but they could not imagine that these two women were part of Paola and Sophia’s team and that the real security guards had their uniforms stolen and were now scantily clad and tied at the back of the van. The two guards, a small albeit strong brunette with blue eyes and a slim and tall woman with a hard look and long, curly black hair, descended from the van to stretch their legs. However, before Samantha and Belinda could make their move, the brunette took out her gun and shot Belinda, hitting her on her right shoulder. Samantha quickly reacted and disarmed the fake guard with a quick move. The petite raven-haired, thanks to Ursula’s training, was able to take care of the much stronger guard but her tall partner attacked Samantha from behind, hitting the back of her head with a gun and then pushed her against the van. The former sex worker had fought bravely but was now rendered unconscious.
In the meantime, Belinda had managed to walk towards the police cruiser and to text Ursula with her left hand, telling her about the situation. She was trying to reach a gun when she saw a tall, attractive woman, wearing only white slip panties and matching bra, stepping outside the van’s back door. She was carrying a gun and had a tall blonde wearing a security guard’s uniform grabbed in a chokehold. The tall brunette pushed the blonde security guard against her raven-haired partner and forced both of them to kneel and put their hands on their head. Then, looking at Belinda, she told her: ‘My name is Jane McAllister. My partners and I were attacked by these women who stole our uniforms. I think I have this under control, but call for back up and an ambulance’. Belinda nodded and smiled gratefully. She was about to lose conscience but in a last effort radioed for help. ‘Maybe our fake identities would hold for a while’, she thought while her eyes closed.
Chapter 12. June 11, 2023 (5.38 am)
Valerie Wendall arrived to the FitzSinclaire Museum in a state of agitation. The redhead professor looked gorgeous wearing the uniform’s museum, which consisted of a short blue skirt, white blouse and blue blazer with an embroidering of the coat of arms of the FitzSinclaire family. Valerie hated it, but she wanted to smooth things over with the baron, who loved to see her wearing it. Last night, at the party, Roger FitzSinclaire, taking advantage of the absence of his wife, which was drunkenly dancing, had his hand firmly placed on Valerie’s right thigh, exposed by her fancy dress’ cut, and was slowly ascending the buxom professor’s legs when Valerie aggressively pushed him away, something which was noticed by a few guests.
Valerie hated the old creep’s habit of fondling her any time he could, and that night she was not willing to humour him. Since Roger FitzSinclaire had married his last wife, Vanessa, Valerie had lost the sway he had on him but not the unwanted attention. She had firmly opposed the baron’s idea of selling many pieces of his collection to pay for his young wife extravagant lifestyle, particularly the early medieval pieces, which she wanted to have under her control at least for a couple of years in order to be the only one who could publish academic papers about them. Once the pieces had been sold to the National Imperial Museum, every scholar would now be able to study them, so she wanted revenge. She found out that Paola Luke and Sophia Hide, two of the security guards, were planning to rob the museum -she had heard rumours of private collectors who were interested in purchasing stolen early medieval pieces and it was not difficult to connect the dots and figure out that those two were involved, as the rest of the bimbo guards would never dare to do something like that. So, instead of denouncing them, she decided to help them. She facilitated the guards’ moves in the museum and secretly gave them the combination of the main office’s safe, where the golden crown was kept. Valerie expected to get an emergency call from the museum while at the party, alerting her of a robbery, so she would have an iron-clad alibi, but she had not been called or heard from the rogue guards in the whole night. That is why she was in a state of agitation: Did the robbery fail? Had the guards betrayed her? The latter seemed unlikely, as they needed her contacts to sell the pieces discreetly and for a fair price.
The redhead professor was buzzed in and walked through the main entrance, surprised to see a strawberry blonde security guard with a thuggish look whom she did not recognised sitting on the main desk. Valerie thought that she might be one the reinforcements Harriet Bechtel had brought in recently because she could not imagine that the two real guards were bound and gagged in their underwear behind the desk. Emily Richardson was no longer hogtied and was now sitting on the floor, her hands and ankles still tied. Susan had ordered her to stay quiet and do not move, and she was complying with it even though the strawberry blonde had lowered her teal bra and was toying with her nipples while talking to the newly arrived Valerie. Tina Holland was lying on the floor, curled up because of the zip-tie which connected her neck to her exposed thighs. The plump blonde did not dare to move either but she felt Susan’s stockinged right foot gently and sensually rubbing her body. Unaware to what was going behind the desk, Valerie nonchalantly asked the guard about Harriet and, immediately after, about Paola and Sophia, trying to figure out what has happened, but the strawberry blonde gave her the same vague answer for both inquiries: they were tied up with the transportation’s arrangements right now. Frustrated, Valerie rushed to the museum’s main office.
If the redhead professor had not been so rattled, she might have noticed that there was someone struggling against her bonds inside one of the reproductions of an early medieval cabin -Victoria Walsh, the grad student known as Little W was zip-tied and gagged there-, the faint noises coming from the two-remaining sarcophagi in the nearby Egyptian room, where Mia Ford and Kim James had been stashed again after being used as bait, or the striking lack of security guards in the museum. However, Valerie Wendall failed to notice any of the signs that may have changed her destiny that morning and got into the main office.
Unaware that she was being recorded by a small secret camera placed on the desk, she could not resist the temptation and decided to open the safe, to see if the golden crown was still there. She was puzzled to see that the combination did not work but that was nothing compared to the surprise she experienced when the office’s door abruptly opened.
Baron FitzSinclaire walked in with his hands on his head followed by the museum’s curator, Ciara Higgins, who had her hands zip-tied behind her back and her mouth ball-gagged. The curvaceous brown-haired woman had lost her uniform and she was only wearing purple tanga panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra. Behind them, there were two women dressed as security guards, a tallish and attractive woman with grey eyes and short dark hair, which was clearly not her natural colour, and a shorter blonde were pointing guns at the captives. More shockingly, the first woman was wearing a golden crown on her head.
Ursula took off the crown and handed it to Sally, who stored it a velvet box. Then, she gave Valerie a smug look and told her: ‘I am sure you have a lot of questions, but you and the old baron will have plenty of time to tell each other’s secrets later. Now you have to take off your uniform and quickly. Valerie exchanged a worried look with baron and opened her mouth to protest but her words died on her throat. The redhead professor looked Ursula’s resolve and realised it was better to stay quiet and comply. ‘This woman knows what she is doing and hoping to be helped by Paola and Sophia seems foolish at this point. She also knows about my involvement in the robbery’, Valerie worryingly thought.
The redhead professor took off her blue blazer and unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing a burgundy bra which hardly contained her massive breasts. Ursula admired Valerie’s red and curly hair, her full lips and pretty face, but her attention turned to her enticing hips and round ass when the archaeologist lowered her blue skirt, showing matching burgundy slip panties and black garters and stockings. The secret agent would have love to see the striptease continuing, but they were in a hurry, so she only asked Valerie to turn around to admire her body and humble her. Then, Ursula walked towards the redhead professor and zip-tied her hands behind her back. She moved her face towards the back of Valerie’s head and kissed her neck. She gently and sensually bit the professor’s ear and whispered: ‘We know all about you and we are recording everything, including your attempt to open the safe. If you and Clarise behave from now on we might not reveal your secrets’. The redhead professor’s eyes reflected her surprise but before she could say anything Ursula put a ball-gag in her mouth.
***
Half an hour before, Baron FitzSinclaire had arrived to the museum. The old aristocrat had pulled some strings and managed to get a police escort to pick him up at his mansion and drive him to the museum. The local police were diverting traffic in the area, in order to create a security perimeter around the museum, and that was the official excuse for the request. However, the solicitous Cpt Melvin Guildford made sure that all the baron’s petitions were granted, so two attractive female officers of the town’s police were in charge of the assignment. That is why Cynthia Yeats, an athletic tall blonde with a ponytail and blue eyes, and Jen Hopkins, a curvy redhead with green eyes and freckles whose twin sister worked for Harriet Security, were now inconvenienced by the baron’s uncomfortable looks and inappropriate comments. Both women were wearing black skirts -another of the baron’s requests-, white crisp shirts, black ties, hats and shoes, and the old lecher could not avert his eyes from their bodies, especially their enticing legs: he loved uniformed women.
Baron Fitzsinclaire felt reinvigorated that morning after having almost two dozen different kinds of pills, including his beloved blue ones, with his breakfast. He put on his favourite brown suit -he loved the 50s fashion, a memory of his childhood- and looked at himself in the mirror. He had been a handsome man: tall, athletic and good-looking, but age is a cruel mistress, as his now white and receding hair, weak and thins arms and wrinkled face could now attest. His sexual drive had not declined though, so she greeted the group of guards who came to collect the swords with smiles, appreciative looks and salacious comments. However, the tall guard, an ex-military called Jane McAllister, did not appreciate the baron’s fake obsequiousness and the sexual innuendo of his jokes. That did not damp the baron’s spirits though, who, after the guards left, sat on the porch of his mansion to take a cup of tea while waiting for the police escort to arrive. Obviously, his young wife Vanessa was feeling cadaverous after a night of heavy drinking, and she rarely got up before 10 am anyway, so she did not plan to come with him to the museum. Roger Fitzsinclaire did not mind at all. In fact, it was more convenient to his plan.
The old baron loved his new wife -she was so ardent and attractive-, so he knew that he needed to sell some of his treasures because, as long as she could keep her extravagant lifestyle, she would not bother to investigate the baron’s dalliances. Moreover, a fourth divorce might ruin him. Nevertheless, it broke his heart selling the golden crown found in his manor. In his imagination, it belonged to one of his ancestors who had been one of Albion’s early medieval kings before the political unification of the island, although, in fact, his family had only acquired a noble title in the 17th century. That is why he had hatched a plan to keep the crown.
Valerie Wendall had tried to persuade him not to sell the pieces, but the ambitious redhead now always refused the baron’s advances and did her best to avoid being alone with him, forgetting how much her successful career owed to the baron’s help. In consequence, Baron Fitzsinclaire had approached Ciara Higgins. The curvy curator was not as mesmerising as Valerie, but she was hot, younger, and willing to please the baron in order to become the museum’s director, so, besides acceding to the baron’s sexual many fantasies, she has accepted to help him in this endeavour. During the last night exhibit, Fitzsinclaire had sneaked into the main office and changed the safe’s combination (he was the only who could do it, as his fingerprint was needed). After the event, Ciara would open the safe and replace the real crown with the replica showed at the exhibit. The next morning, the baron would come to the museum before the arrival of Valerie and the representatives of the National Imperial Museum and would change the combination again. By the time someone realised it was not the real crown, they would have hidden the real one and it would be impossible to prove that it had been changed before transportation. It was a shrewd plan; however, the baron did not know that Ciara had not been able to go to the office that night because someone had replaced her.
The police car parked in the museum’s deck. The baron was surprised to see there a van from an electric company, which made him wonder if they had not fixed the problem which had caused last night’s blackout yet. He also saw a luxurious SUV which looked a lot like his nephew’s, which reminded him that his bratty grandnieces failed to showed up at the exhibit. ‘Ungrateful bitches’, he thought, unaware of the reason behind their absence.
The baron eyed the attractive security guard who opened the back door for them. He did not remember this hot woman with short black hair and grey eyes, but he thought he should ask Harriet to make her permanent. Fitzsinclaire was so fixated on the guards’ legs that did not bother to ask where her boss was, she just followed her.
Cynthia and Jen were not sure about their duties, but decided to follow the baron inside the museum until receiving further orders, unable to imagine that they were sealing their fate. The museum was dimly lit and eerily quiet: they expected it to be busier and full guards by now but they only saw a bunch of crates ready for shipping. The two policewomen were walking in line behind the baron and the security guard when a pair of hands emerged from the dark and grabbed Jen, who was walking last. Zoe stuffed a cloth soaked in chloroform in the redhead cop’s mouth and rendered her unconscious before she could say a word.
Thirty seconds later, the now reduced group of people emerged to one of the museum’s rooms. There, Cynthia realised with perplexity that Jen was missing. She looked around her, confused, and decided to retrace her steps, leaving the distracted baron with what she thought was a security guard. The blonde cop used her phone as a torch and walked back through the aisle. After a few yards, she found her partner, lying unconscious on the floor. Jen’s skirt had rolled up, revealing the redhead’s lacy black panties, but Cynthia did not pay attention to this and rushed to check if her partner was ok. The blonde cop was kneeling on the floor, so focused on helping her colleague, that failed to inspect the area. Consequently, it was a cakewalk for Zoe to emerge from the shadows again, grab Cynthia’s ponytail and stuff a cloth soaked in chloroform in her face as well. The blonde policewoman fell unconscious on top of her partner, face-down. The Latina rolled up Cynthia’s skirt, revealing a nice ass only covered by a white thong, and took a few pictures of the two defeated cops in that sexy position before starting to undress them.
Unbeknownst to his escort’s disappearance, the baron stopped daydreaming with the new security guard and focused on important matters. Therefore, he told her that he was going to the main office and asked her to bring Harriet to discuss a few matters. ‘You should come with her too’, he concluded, winking an eye. Ursula, pretending to be a bit flustered but coquettish, replied that there was something important she wanted to show to the baron before if he did not mind. Fitzsinclaire, intrigued and excited, did not hesitate and followed the fake security guard to a small office next to the main one, which the baron normally used for his personal business when he was at the museum. The old creep’s jaw dropped when they got in there. There was a blonde security guard which he did not recognise either, but, more worryingly, he saw Ciara Higgins bound in her underwear -despite the baron’s shock and frustration, he was aroused by the sight of the sexy curator wearing purple underwear and black pantyhose- and the golden crown.
Before he could react, Ursula started talking: ‘Let’s stop the charade and cut to the chase. It took us a while to figure out what was going on, but after some questioning we obtained a full picture of the situation. You will find out what has happened in the last hours during the next few days, but for now just let’s say that we know about your plan and the lovely Ciara here also told us the safe’s combination. Harriet and the rest of the guards have been put out of duty and the two cops who walked in with you have suffered a similar fate, as you can see’. Only at that moment the baron looked around him and realised that Cynthia and Jen were not there anymore. ‘At this point, we need some more time to complete our plans, as we plan to steal your early medieval swords as well, so we cannot allow the robbery to be discovered yet. That is why we were waiting for you and the representatives of the National Imperial Museum. If you are a good sport and help us with information that help us iron the details of a discreet scape, we will not tell anyone about your plan of robbing the crown. Additionally, we will show you a little secret of your friend, Professor Valerie Wendall’, she concluded.
The baron digested the information and answered: ‘It breaks my heart to lose that crown, but the museum’s insurance would cover for the losses. I have now realised who you are. Ursula, I have followed your adventures on the news: I even ordered one of my aides to comb the Internet in order to find all the videos and photos of your exploits. I will tell you what you need to know if you swear to keep my secret and send me all the materials I am sure you have recorded tonight’. Ursula chuckled and said that it was a done deal. ‘One last thing’, the baron said, and he leaned towards the secret agent and whispered something on her ear. Ursula now heartily laughed and said ‘that can be done too’. Then, she texted her teammates: ‘get ready for the next phase’.

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Chapter 13. June 11, 2023 (6.05 am)
When Helen Musgrove and Felicia Bowden arrived to the Fitzsinclaire Museum, they found it weird how quiet and empty it looked. Helen was a tall and attractive woman in her early forties with luscious, long brown hair and brown eyes while Felicia was a short blonde with blue eyes. She was also a decade younger and curvier than her boss. Helen Musgrove was the Acquisitions Manager of the National Imperial Museum while Felicia Bowden was one of the museum’s curators but they both wore the same outfit: black pencil skirt, white blouse and a bright red blazer with a badge of the museum’s coat of arms. They also wore black heels and red, white and blue silk scarfs.
They parked at the deck, surprised by the fact that there was not a single soul there besides two cops who seemed to be in a hurry -they jumped on a cruiser and quickly left the building-, and the other police officers they saw outside, controlling the traffic in the museum’s perimeter. Walking towards the back entrance, Felicia got a phone call and afterwards told Helen: ‘The transportation team will be here in 15 minutes, but we can leave the paperwork ready for their arrival’. Her boss nodded and checked her watch. ‘With some luck we might be done and back home before lunch’, she answered. She was very wrong.
Helen and Felicia’s sense of bewilderment increased when they were greeted by two women wearing the Fitzsinclaire Museum’s uniforms who they did not know. More strikingly, they had a passing resemblance to them, although they were slightly younger. The eerily quiet and dimly lit museum did not assuage the discomfort of the two National Imperial Museum representatives: why there were no security guards around? Finally, Helen Musgrove voiced their concern and, trying to appear nonchalantly, asked the women, who had introduced themselves as Ursula and Susan, no last names, about Professor Valerie Wendall or Ciara Higgings. Ursula smiled and replied: ‘they are in the main office, tied up with the paperwork’s last touches, if you know what I mean’.
Helen smiled back and nodded, thinking she had actually understood Ursula’s meaning. On the other hand, Felicia’s apprehensions were not dissipated. Due to the old baron’s appetites, attractive female employees were constantly been hired and fired, depending on how they dealt with their boss’s insinuations and unwanted attention, but she had never seen these two curators before. Moreover, the name Ursula rang a bell, although she could not point her finger on where she had heard that uncommon name before. The alleged curator’s long brown hair also looked suspicious to her: ‘Is she wearing a wig?’, Felicia thought. The blonde curator would later regret not having expressed her concerns to her boss but, at the time, they focused on their work at hand. The four women walked around the crates, which were ready for transport and checked the labels. The eight sarcophagi and two Greek columns were packed, so they only had to collect the golden crown and half of the silver coins -the other half would remain at the University campus for a couple of extra weeks in order to study them.
In the meantime, the transportation crew arrived, so Ursula asked Susan to take the two women to the office to meet Professor Wendall while she gave instructions to the newcomers. Helen and Felicia found it puzzling that there was no else around, but not even in their wildest imagination they could imagine why they had not seen a single security guard yet. They naively followed Susan, unaware of the imminent peril.
Only when they walked into the museum’s main office they realised why everything was so strange at the museum that morning. At that moment, Felicia remembered where she had heard the name Ursula: ‘she was the criminal from cross the ocean who had been all over the news last Christmas’. The two women stared in disbelief: Baron Fitzsinclaire was sitting on a chair, wearing a fancy brown suit, handcuffed and with his mouth taped. More shockingly, Valerie Wendall and Ciara Higgins were sitting on the baron’s lap in their underwear, ball-gagged and with their hands zip-tied behind their back. The two women were facing each other -Valerie was closer to the baron, her ass basically sitting on his crotch- and tape had been used them to tie them together and to restrain their legs the chair. Both Valerie and Ciara were violently struggling, trying to escape, but the baron seemed to enjoy the situation, his arousal widely visible. Helen and Felicia would have been more surprised if they knew that the baron had actually requested to be restrained with the two women in that way and that the criminals were more than happy to comply.
Helen and Felicia looked to Susan, demanding an explanation from who they no longer though was her colleague, but the strawberry blonde was now pointing a gun at them. ‘You two are smart cookies, so you can figure out what comes next. Take off your uniforms now’. The two women protested, warning Susan that a security detail would be there immediately, so they had no escape. However, the strawberry blonde snorted and told them that this was why they needed their uniforms. The now more concerned Helen and Felicia gulped and decided to comply. The reason behind Ursula wearing a brown-haired wig now dawned on the blonde curator, as it was obvious these two women wanted to impersonate them. However, there was nothing they could do, so in three minutes, both women had stepped out of their heels and removed their uniforms.
Susan gave them an appreciative look. Helen still looked fantastic and her sexy lingerie -lacy yellow bra, matching panties and black garters and stockings- made her even more alluring. Likewise, Felicia’s sky-blue bra, matching slip panties and black pantyhose had been a smart choice, enhancing the short blonde’s curves and voluptuousness. Time was of essence, so the strawberry blonde criminal lost no time and quickly hogtied both women with her legendary dexterity. Zoe and Sally had taken the last ball-gags with them, so she took off her own shirt and tore off two pieces of cloth, which she placed inside the new captives’ mouths, using their own silk scarfs to prevent Helen and Felicia from spitting their gags.
At that moment, Ursula arrived at the main office. Although she was visibly tense, she threw a quick glance at the two sexy curators and smiled before starting to put on Helen’s uniform while Susan took Felicia’s. ‘Some of the museum workers might realise that we are not the real Helen and Felicia, so let’s try to limit our interactions to the security detail, which has been hired for the occasion. Speaking of that, we should try to look sexier, you will soon know why’, she told Susan. The strawberry blonde criminal saw how Ursula raised her skirt an inch and unbuttoned her shirt a bit, showing a generous cleavage so she did the same without questioning it. The real curators had stopped to struggle, aware that they could not scape Susan’s deft knots, and now just stared at their captors in disbelief. ‘How on Earth were these two women able to do a heist like this and get away with it?’, they thought.
***
Zoe had lost no time in taking care of the two cops who escorted Baron Fitzsinclaire. Once she had rendered both Jen and Cynthia unconscious, she and Sally had dragged them to the room where the still useless electrical mainframe was. There, they quickly stripped of their uniforms and exchanged them for their security guards’ outfits. Wearing now the police officers’ black skirts, hats, shoes and ties and their white shirts, Zoe and Sally restrained the two policewomen. The Latina and the computer geek were not as skilful as Susan and Belinda and they were in a rush, so they played it simple. Cynthia and Jen were now sitting on the floor, their hands restrained behind their backs with their own cuffs and resting on each other’s laps. The criminals had only two ball-gags left, so Zoe decided to save them for later, just in case, and tore up two pieces of fabric from their security guards’ shirts and pushed them inside the cops’ mouths to gag them, covering them with tape. The Latina gave a longing look at Cynthia and Jen, admiring the blonde toned body, white thong and white cotton bra, and the redhead’s sexy lacy black panties and bra. She wanted to have more time to spend with their latest acquisitions. She particularly wanted to count Jen’s freckles and felt her heaving tits. After Zoe had realised that the cop and one of the museum guards were twins, now she wanted to compare Jen’s rack with her twin sister’s Deirdre, who was also a captive in the next room. However, time was of essence, so she only had time to take a few more pictures of the defeated cops.
By then, Ursula had received Belinda’s call for help and they knew that the attempt to steal the swords had gone South. Consequently, the secret agent ordered Zoe and Sally to rush to their partners’ help hoping that it was not too late and Belinda and Samantha had been captured or worse. Ursula pondered if they should abort the mission altogether, but the National Imperial Museum’s representatives had just arrived. ‘If we all escape now, the robbery attempt will be immediately discovered and it will be more difficult to rescue Belinda and Samantha if they have been arrested’, Ursula though. Therefore, she decided that Susan and she would stay and continue with the plan.
Zoe and Sally jumped on the cops’ cruiser and, thanks to their uniforms, they had no problem in crossing the police controls held around the museum. Belleview was only a 15-minute drive from the museum, but it only took them 11 minutes to get there -the low traffic of a Sunday morning and the police’s lights were of much help in that regard. However, by the time they arrived, the place was swarmed with cops and passers-by, who wanted to see what had happened, including a group of young women who were flirting with two handsome policemen.
The two fake cops made discrete inquiries and were relieved to find out that both Belinda and Samantha had been taken to St Guinefort Hospital but their injuries were not life-threatening. Even better, it was still believed that they were police officers attacked in the line of duty. The two impersonators heard the whole story of how the real security guards had been replaced by three eastern-continental mercenaries who had also attacked the two policewomen who stopped their van. Luckily, one the security guards had managed to escape and she saved the day. Zoe and Sally even shook Jane McAllister’s hand to thank her. The security guard was proudly answering the questions of the police despite the fact she was still only wearing her white slip panties and matching bra and there were some journalists and passers-by filming and taking pictures. In such a triumphal context, she did not mind showing her scantily clad body.
Once they informed Ursula, the secret agent told them to return to the museum. After the failed robbery of the swords, the police would soon send reinforcements to supervise the transportation of the pieces to the National Imperial Museum, in case the attack was part of a larger plan, as it actually was. Therefore, they should quickly finish their mission and escape. Once they regrouped, they would all go together to rescue their partners from the hospital.
Zoe and Susan drove back to the Fitzsinclaire Museum unimpeded -this time the drive took them 13 minutes- and parked the cruiser. The place was much busier now. A group of workers toiled in the museum’s decks, loading the 10 heavy crates which contained the Egyptian sarcophagi and Greek columns into two big trucks. There was also a dozen of security guards of Thames Security, a company hired by the National Imperial Museum ad hoc to protect the convoy. The two fake cops saw with mild concern, and certain sadness in the case of the Latina, that the security detail was comprised by men and women, which they all wore the same outfit: dark-green trousers, light green shirt, black shoes and hats and light-brown ties.
Zoe’s lament quickly evaporated when she received a text from Ursula, asking them to look for two guards named Parker and Stewart and replace them. Zoe and Sally correctly assumed that it was important that these two unfortunate guards were the ones who suffered the indignity of having their uniforms stolen, so they look for them. It did not take long to identify them, as they saw two women walking towards a black van while the rest of the security guards stayed around the trucks.
Louise Parker was a short and voluptuous brunette in her early thirties with brown eyes. She had a comely face and generous breasts. Similarly, June Stewart was quite pretty, albeit younger. She was slim, short and had dark brown curly hair and green eyes. Until recently, beauty and attractiveness were not requirements needed to be hired by Thames Security. The company preferred their guards to be competent. Additionally, they hired men and women indistinctively. However, they now employed more women to respond to the accusations of Harriet Security and other companies whose main strength was the objectification of their female guards. Their competitors unfairly and cynically accused Thames Security of being sexist and not hiring and promoting enough women, so the women-men ratio was now close to 3 to 1. Moreover, the company’s standards had slackened and most of the new hires did not have much experience, which they compensate with their looks. It was a matter of time before Thames Security’s discreet uniforms were replaced by something sexier like their competitors’ outfits. It was also a matter of time that their new policy had negative consequences.
In fairness, even if Louise and June had been more experienced they would have not been able to defend themselves better. The two guards had been radioed by their boss, Christina Graves, who ordered them to drive the van to the museum’s back entrance and wait for her and the National Imperial Museum’s curators. They were surprised by this change of plans, as they were originally part of the security detail of the first truck, but they did not know how unlucky they had been with this sudden alteration. The two guards could not suspect either the true intentions of the two cops who walked towards them and asked them for a minute to check their credentials. ‘Who could imagine that they were not real cops?’, they would later argue. In a matter of seconds, Louise and June were attacked by surprise and pushed inside the black van at gun point by Zoe and Sally without any of her partners or the rest of the workers noticing.
Chapter 14. June 11, 2023 (6.14 am)
Christina Graves was a 5’ 7’’ curvaceous blonde with blue eyes in her mid-thirties who wore her hair in a tidy bun. She was the leader of the security team in charge of the transportation of the historical pieces to the National Imperial Museum and she looked damned good in the Thames Security uniform. Christina Graves was not a rookie, but she was not as capable as she thought she was. In fact, she saw the assignment of this task as the normal outcome of her job performance instead of the company’s reorientation, which had resulted in the lay-off of several team-leaders. It would soon become apparent that the blonde guard was far from ready to deal with a threat such as the one looming over her head. Christina was accompanied by Eleanor Shell, a petite blonde with small beady eyes who was both capable and pretty, and two tall and hulky men, Tom Oats and Kevin Nail, who looked alike: they both were muscular, had their heads shaved and none of them was particularly bright.
The four guards were waiting for the National Imperial Museum’s curators while the two trucks finished loading the sarcophagi and statues and waited for a signal to depart. Finally, they saw two women wearing heels, black pencil skirts, red blazers and white blouses coming towards them, causing different reactions. Tom and Kevin’s eyes were fixated in both women, unable to divert their look from their ample bosoms and enticing thighs. Christina Graves, on the other hand, disliked what she saw as a slutty outfit, disapproving the women’s short skirts and generous cleavage, which were not even covered a bit with a scarf or something similar, unaware that those items of clothing had been used to gag the real curators. Lastly, Eleanor was suspicious: both curators seemed familiar, although she could not remember why, and she was almost sure that one of them, the brown-haired, was wearing a wig.
The blonde head of security reported to the curators that everything was almost ready and informed them that they she and her team would personally watch the golden crown and the coins. Christina wanted to boast of her proficiency and explained to the two curators the security detail, emphasising how no one would imagine that the most precious pieces were being transported in the van instead of in the trucks. She also made some passing-by comments to other security companies’ unprofessionalism, which were clearly directed at Harriet Security, unaware of the irony of the situation. Ursula and Belinda listened attentively, but they also had an agenda to push in that meeting. The strawberry blonde was not very subtle, but she was effective: she looked lustily at Tom and winked an eye, getting his full attention. Ursula exchanged glances with Kevin and finally decided to be more direct, so while pretending to fix her heel, her hand moved sensually through her toned leg and she even gave the very attentive guard an ‘accidental’ flash of her sexy lacy black panties while raising her leg to adjust her heel. That was enough for Christina Graves, who interrupted her explanation. The blonde guard icily looked at the obviously distracted Tom and Kevin and told them: ‘I think we are going to make a last-minute change. Oats and Nail you are in charge of truck no. 1 now. Tell Parker and Stewart that they should bring the van to the entrance: we will be leaving very soon. The chastised guards did not dare to protest the decision and left. They resented Christina’s unfair position of authority over them, but they had to accept her orders. Right now, getting a job in security was getting increasingly hard for guys like them, so they did not want to be reported for their attitude even if they had not done anything wrong (yet).
Ursula told to Christina and Eleanor that they were going to finish the paperwork and they would be back with the pieces in five minutes. Once the fake curators left, Eleanor voiced her concerns to her boss. The petite blonde told Christina that they should call the police for backup because the situation was very odd. Eleanor made a poignant argument, highlighting the curators’ strange attitude and the notorious absence of security guards and any other staff who worked at the Fitzsinclaire Museum. ‘Where is the baron himself?’, she concluded. Christina dismissed her concerns by giving some vague reasons which could explain all those oddities. The blonde head of security secretly acknowledged that the situation was not normal, but she feared to alert the police. Her bosses might see it as a sign of her lack of leadership and consequently reconsider her recent promotion. Christina would ruefully regret not having paid heed to Eleanor’s advice.
The two blonde guards stopped their discussion for a moment when they saw the black van getting closer to the entrance and, at the same time, how the two curators returned with the precious cargo. Christina radioed the rest of her team and ordered the two trucks to leave: they would join them in a second. Eleanor raised a last objection and reminded Christina that the security protocol forbade to split a convoy. The blonde head of security angrily answered: ‘I know, but I do not want to be late. The van is faster: we will catch them before they reach the highway. I think you are being paranoid. What do you think is going on?’. Eleanor, visibly agitated, replied: ‘Christina, I have the feeling that someone wants to rob the pieces by impersonating the curators and God knows who else’. Christina chuckled and answered: ‘That is ludicrous. Those stealing-uniforms heists only happen in the other side of the ocean’. ‘What about the jewellery shop last week?’, Eleanor replied. ‘Come on, Harriet security guards are a joke, something like that would never happen to pros like us’, the head of security concluded.
One second after Christina had finished the last sentence, she and Eleanor saw two women dressed as security guards, a Latina and a short blonde. Confused, she could only utter: ‘Who are you? Where are Parker and Stewart?’. Eleanor quickly opened the van’s back door and found the answer. Lying unconscious on the vehicle’s floor, Louise Parker and June Stewart were handcuffed, ball-gagged, blindfolded and scantily clad. The voluptuous brunette was only wearing beige slip panties and matching bra while her partner had opted for bright yellow panties and bra. The blonde head of security was shocked, unable to believe this was actually happening. Eleanor turned to alert the curators, but she immediately realised they were part of the ruse too. The petite blonde was appalled -albeit she had the tinge of excitement everyone has when they are proven right-, but she had the nerve to angrily look at Christina and yell: ‘I bloody told you!’.
***
Cpt James Tully was in charge of the police detail which surrounded the Fitzsinclaire Museum. An unimaginative and calm man, his main goal was to stay out of trouble, so he followed instructions to the letter and rarely took the initiative. That is why, when his superiors told him to reinforce security around the museum because of the robbery attempt foiled at Belleview, he did so without thinking of sending police officers to the museum itself or to escort the convoy until the next police checkpoint, twenty miles from there. Cpt Tully was starting to get worried though: The two trucks carrying the pieces had departed eight minutes ago but the head of security had not left the museum yet. Finally, he saw a black van driving towards them.
Cpt Tully assumed the four women he saw were Christina Graves and three other security guards because they were wearing the green uniform of Thames Security, but he was very wrong. The cop talked to the driver, a Latina with black curly hair, and the short blonde who sat with her upfront, unaware that the real guards were actually bound and gagged in the back of the van.
None of them could raise the alarm though. Louise Parker and June Stewart were still unconscious and Christina Graves and Eleanor Shell were not in a position to do so. The blonde head of security was kneeling on the floor, next to Ursula, with her hands tied behind her back, wearing only white slip panties and matching bra. Christina’s heaving tits had been pulled out of the bra’s cups and Ursula was fondling them with her left hand. More ominously, the secret agent was carrying a gun in her right hand which she had shoved it up Christina’s mouth to be sure that the head of security did not do anything foolhardy. Eleanor was in a similar predicament. The petite blonde had correctly been identified as the smartest of the guards, so the team made sure that she did not foil the heist in the last minute. Eleanor was lying on the floor hogtied. Apparently, the criminals had run out of ball-gags –‘how many people have they captured?’ The petite guard incredulously thought when she heard it-, so besides losing her uniform, Eleanor had been deprived of her black bikini panties too, which had been used to gag her. Susan had also cut her matching black bra, for the sake of completion and to reveal her perky tits, and even had time to crotch-rope her. The strawberry blonde was now circling Eleanor’s pink nipples with a gun while her right hand grabbed the rope which crossed her pussy, so the guard would think twice before trying to struggle or make any noise.
After thirty seconds of a brief exchange, Zoe and Sally politely refused Cpt Tully’s offer to send a cruiser with them until they re-joined the rest of the convoy and were easily allowed to continue their drive. Once they lost sight of the police, they took a turn and drove in a different direction to put as many miles of distance as possible before someone discovered their ruse and, more importantly, to reach St Guinefort Hospital before the police realised the injured Belinda and Samantha were not real cops.
In order to win more time, Ursula forced Christina Graves to radio her team and order them to continue driving without waiting for them. The head of security was mortified when the secret agent also made her to send a kind regard to Tom and Kevin from the two curators, to tease them. Once they finish the call, Ursula told Christina: ‘If it brings you some consolation, my team would have been able to take down those two tall guys as well. However, their clothes would have not been as fitting and, moreover, who in their right mind would prefer to steal a dude’s uniform instead of a pretty woman’s?’
***
Tom Oats and Kevin Nail, unbeknownst to their boss’ predicament, followed her orders and continued their mission without furthering questions. They were surprised by what she said about the curators thought, unsure whether she was joking at them or she meant it truthfully.
The convoy was stopped by a police checkpoint. After the incident at Belleview, the police wanted to be sure the convoy was not going to be attacked and that the people transporting the historical pieces were not impersonators. The cops checked Tom, Kevin and the rest of the security guards and transport staff’s credentials and, when they were about to let them continue, someone heard a stifled noise coming from inside the trunk.
The police demanded silence and, after a few seconds of pause, almost everyone heard some muffled grunting coming from one of the crates. The cops demanded to open it immediately: it contained an Egyptian sarcophagus but, to everyone’s surprise, it was not empty. Inside, there was short curvy redhead with green eyes and a round face gagged, hogtied and scantily clad which struggled against her bonds. The woman, later identified as Sonja Vuckevic, was only wearing a white thong and a beige bra which had been cut, revealing the redhead’s heaving tits.
Chaos ensued. Police immediately called for back-up and ordered Tom, Kevin and the rest of the security guards and staff to put their hands on their heads, although they strongly denied having anything to do with that. The cops realised everyone was genuinely shocked by the discovery, but they did not know what was going on, losing a precious time.
The rest of the crates were opened with similar results. The police found another seven women inside each of the remaining sarcophagi hogtied and gagged in different states of undresses, most of them only half conscious. Three tall and slender Eastern-continental women, who were later identified as Katia and Irina Kovalenko and Natasha Popov, kept their panties and bra. However, the four Albionese criminals had not been that lucky. Jill Pope, a tall redhead, and Jessica Hemings and Lizzie Carter, two slim brown-haired women, were completely naked and their panties had been used as a gag while the last one, a blonde with a lovely face named Amy Hull, had been fortunate enough to keep her black thong although her matching bra was now crammed in her mouth, silencing her. Finally, the two big crates containing the Greek columns were opened as well, leaving in awe the policemen who did it. The cops found two women hanging upside-down from each of the columns, with their ankles tied to the top and their hands zip-tied behind their backs. An athletic blonde, later identified as Paola Luke, was only wearing black stockings as her black slip panties had been used to panty-gag her and her bra had been torn to pieces, revealing her firm breasts. The other woman, a petite brunette called Sophia Hide, was only wearing torn black pantyhose and dishevelled white tanga panties. Her matching bra had been used to gag her, so the cops could admire the brunette’s perky tits. Both women had been additionally punished by their captors, as battery-powered dildoes had been introduced in their pussies, making them to moan and groan, although the padded crates had prevented anyone from hearing them before. The cops were as shocked as aroused by the sight, but they became more puzzled when they saw two notes inside each of the crates both saying:
‘I’m a criminal, so don’t rush to rescue me. Ask Harriet.
Yours faithfully,
Ursula.’
The police officers turned livid when they read the note. Ursula was by then a living legend, feared by the police around the world, and now she was in Albion! Someone connected the dots and, realising that the real target could not be the trucks, tried to contact the museum but the lines were still off. Someone found Harriet’s cell number and called her but the head of security of the Fitzsinclaire Museum could not answer it at the time. In fact, Harriet’s phone was currently located in her crotch and turned on vibration mode, so the bound and gagged guard had two different stimuli: a pleasant buzz in her clit and knowing that someone was finally figuring out what had happened at the museum.
In the meantime, Tom and Kevin slowly realised the reasons behind their boss’ delay but, feeling no sympathy for Christina Graves, they said nothing about the black van which transported the rest of the museum pieces. The police eventually found out though, so they ordered Cpt James Tully to get inside the Fitzsinclaire Museum and send some units in search of the missing guards from Thames Security who were on the van. Too late though.

[Torreken]

Chapter 15. June 11, 2023 (7.23 am)
The police burst into the museum after a special unit was dispatched there with equipment to ram the back door. The cops could not believe what they found: scattered throughout the museum, there were countless captives which helped them reconstruct an incredibly convoluted heist.
First, they found four security guards trapped in lockers, bound and gagged in their underwear. Their testimony helped to elucidate Paola Luke and Sophia Hide’s betrayal and who were the other women found in the sarcophagi. The security cameras’ room provided more answers and new threads: there they found Harriet and four other guards. They were in a similar state of undress and two of them, a slim blonde and a busty redhead called Lauren and Deirdre, had the ‘luck’ of having vibrators placed inside their pussies, which were more effective than Harriet’s phone. The cops could only wonder how long they had been in such a predicament, although many of them would search the Internet for pictures and videos of the incident immediately after their shift ended.
Besides the guards, they found an attractive blonde wearing a racy red thong, brown pantyhose and a lacy red bra. She was Emma Southward, one of the many college students who worked part-time at the museum and had the bad luck of being in the criminals’ way. Thanks to her testimony, they quickly found her two Ph.D. colleagues, Patricia and Angelina, bound and gagged in their underwear too in a restroom, and a grad-student, known as Little V, who was tied up inside the reproduction of an early-medieval cabin. The petite college girl was the only one who had kept her clothes of all the victims found inside the museum but, on the other hand, the cops still did not know why the criminals would need college uniforms, so they could not explain why Victoria’s friends had been found in their underwear besides the criminals’ famous libido.
Outside the museum, the cops checked the three mysterious car who were parked in the deck. They found the Wojkovski sisters tied up in a van in their underwear. At the beginning, cops found hard to believe that two attractive blondes wearing sexy underwear were the real electricians called because of the blackout (Ewa looked great in her canary-yellow slip panties, black pantyhose and matching bra while Yolanda’s black thong and bra, and the aura which gave her the dyed locks and glasses, made her very desirable too). However, they soon realised that it matched the testimonies provided by the security guards and, more importantly, they were part of a family business who was in charge of the museum’s electricity. The luxurious SUV was empty but after running its plates the police found out it belonged to Lord Mountrose. Further inquiries led to the revelation that the magnate’s daughters, Chloe and Theresa, were missing: they never showed up at last night’s exhibit neither did they went clubbing with their friends as expected. They were found not much later together with their bodyguards in a forest near their residence. Needless to say, the four women were bound and gagged in their underwear as their clothes had provided the criminals with their first disguises they needed that night. The last vehicle was a police cruiser which someone remembered had been in and out of the museum a couple of times, but there was no sight of the cops who had driven it.
The real owners of the car were found inside the museum. The cops were discovered in the room which held the electrical mainframe gagged and with their hands restrained behind their backs with their own cuffs and resting on each other’s laps. Cynthia was only wearing a white thong and a matching bra and Jen lacy black panties and bra, as they had become unwilling donors of their police uniforms.
The rest of the museum continued to offer more surprises to the police. They found two guards under the main entrance’s desk and two others inside the two sarcophagi which remained at the Fitzsinclaire Museum. The latter’s discovery was a sensation for the cops. First, they could not prevent from finding it funny where the hapless guards had been stashed. Second, they both looked irresistibly hot in their sexy lingerie. Later at the precinct, there was a heated debate among the male (and some female) officers who rescued them about which one of them, Kim, the buxom blonde with the racy red underwear, and black stockings and garters, or Mia, the raven-haired beauty with aquamarine panties and black pantyhose, was the most attractive. Soon, the rest of their colleagues could participate in the discussion as well, as a picture of both guards bound and gagged inside the sarcophagi became the most viral of the huge collection of videos and photos of the captives at the museum flooded the Internet.
Kim and Mia’s finding was probably the most arresting sight the police encountered, but not the most shocking, which was also their latest discovery. Finally, the police had managed to open the museum’s main office, finding the last and most important pieces of the puzzle. There, they found Helen Musgrove, the Acquisitions Manager of the National Imperial Museum, and Felicia Bowden, one of the NIM’s curators. The tall brunette and curvy blonde were lying on the floor, gagged and hogtied in their underwear.
However, the biggest shock was to find Baron Fitzsinclaire himself tied on a chair. Despite being the victim of a robbery, the old man did not seem very unhappy. The fact that Professor Valerie Wendall and Ciara Higgins, one of the museum’s curators were sitting on her lap, tied up in their underwear probably explained his joy. The Archaeology professor was wearing burgundy panties and black garters, her matching bra lying on the floor, so the redhead’s fulsome breasts bounced hypnotically while she struggled to break free from her bonds. Ciara had also lost her bra, showing her perky tits to the rescuers, but was lucky to keep her purple tanga panties and black pantyhose. At a closer inspection, the policemen noticed that an egg-shaped vibrator had been placed inside Valerie’s pussy while the brunette curator had a Satisfier in her clit, underneath her panties. The women’s sexy struggle, in their futile attempt to escape their bonds, and their constant moaning, because of their recurring orgasms, were almost too much for the old baron’s heart. His pulse was worryingly high but his attention kept fixated in both women, barely noticing the arrival of the police.
When the police freed the last five captives, a clearer picture emerged and they were able to reconstruct last night’s robbery and how the countless captives had been victims of a group of criminals which ended fighting each other. The infamously reputed Ursula Volkanov had emerged triumphant, and her team had stolen the golden crown and the silver coins which were destined to the National Imperial Museum, while their rivals, Paola Luke, Sophia Hide and the eight mercenaries they had recruited to steal the pieces and capture Ursula, were the women found in the crates which were being transported to the National Imperial Museum. Consequently, the police alerted the officers who had stop the trucks transporting the pieces that the captives they just found were far from being innocent and had to be immediately arrested. If Ursula’s note had not been enough, these developments completely exonerated the security guards and the rest of the staff in charge of the transportation, who were unaware of the crates’ full content. Tom Oats and Kevin Nail, who only had a light grasp of the situation, did not seem very concerned with the debacle, knowing that it would be their boss who would have to give a lot of explanations to the company’s management. The two dumb fucks were looking forward to be done with the police questioning, in order to have a chance to hang out with the sexy curators they had just met. However, one of their colleagues explained them what was going on and that the women they had met were impersonators, who had stolen the curators’ uniform, and they were, with all probability, very far from here now.
The later finding of Christina Graves and the other three guards from Thames Security in an abandoned black van only corroborated what the police already suspected. Louise and June, now awake from their induced slumber, were still blindfolded but they were now handcuffed to the van’s ceiling racks. The hapless guards at least had the fortune of keeping their underwear, although June’s dishevelled yellow bra and Louise’s wedged beige slip panties indicated that Susan had had some time to play with them. The voluptuous brunette’s round ass was still a bit red when the police arrived, which indicated that the guard had been spanked. Eleanor and Christina fared worse though. The petite blonde, still panty-gagged with her own black bikini panties, had been released from the hogtie but not the crotch-rope. Even worse, each of her ankles were now tied to the van’s ceiling, so her legs were now wide open. Eleanor’s inviting posture had given Susan an idea, so the strawberry blonde criminal had forced Christina Graves to kneel in front of her petite partner and buried the head of security’s face on her subordinate pussy. Then, she tied the blonde’s neck with a loose knot to the rope which circled Eleanor’s crotch, restricting Christina’s movement, and lowered her white panties, introducing a dildo in her pussy. Susan had considered that forcing the head of the security to eat Eleanor’s pussy was a way of rewarding the subordinate for her shrewdness, although the petite blonde did not see it as a fair compensation compared to being found by the police in such a predicament. On the other hand, the police officers who found the missing black van were especially pleased with the sight they witnessed. The first thing they saw when they opened the van’s door was Christina’s round ass and bouncing heavy tits followed by three attractive and scantily clad women. The embarrassed team-leader and her partners could only confirm to the police that Ursula was in the wind, although the cops thought that their finding had been totally worthy.
To add salt to the injury, the police later found out why the criminals had acquired the college students’ uniforms. The cops correctly suspected that the other part of the silver coins might be in danger, so they sent some units to the university campus. It was in vain though. By the time they arrived, they only found more captives: a security guard, two cops, and three archaeologists. All of them were restrained in their underwear and the policemen noticed that a bag full of sexual toys had been put to good use. Maybe coincidentally, the three blonde women had received their captors’ special attention. Penelope, a Ph.D. student, and Sgt Fenway had vibrators inside their pussies. However, it was not as scandalous as the treatment received by Dr. Clarisa Bryce. The blonde teacher was riding an electric dildo wearing only her glasses and caramel-coloured stockings. Her juicy breasts bounced rhythmically so many of the cops could not stop staring the unfortunate captive.
After questioning the latest captives, the police realised that only two of Ursula’s team had gone to the university to steal the coins. If they had not seen already what these criminals were able to, they would have not believed that two very young women were able to subdue a security guard, two cops and three other women so effortlessly. On the other hand, the disappearance of two additional cops added more intrigue to the crime, as the leading investigators wondered why the criminals needed those two policewomen uniforms. That was the most intriguing aspect of this part of the robbery. The cops did not find of another reason to explain why would these women call the police after obtaining the coins besides luring the unfortunate officers into a trap to steal their clothes. It was a matter of time before someone connected the dots and realised that the cops injured at Belleview were impersonators and the women responsible of the show they had just seen at the university’s lab.
Chapter 16. June 11, 2023 (08.31 am)
Lindsay Blair switched off the radio and told her partner, Philippa Cook, that their shift was finally about to end, unaware that she was very wrong. The busty brunette and the tall blonde had worked the night shift until 6.00 am in a police precinct close to St Guinefort Hospital, but 35 minutes later they had been called in again, when they were having breakfast in a nearby café before going to bed. The two cops were less than happy to go back to work after a 12-hour shift, but their superiors told them that they needed everybody: there had been a heist at the Fitzsinclaire Museum and an attempted robbery at a security van which transported historical pieces near Belleview. Both events were obviously connected and Ursula Volkanov, the ill-reputed criminal who has raided two police precincts and took over a hotel full or guards to rescue a prisoner from custody at the other side of the ocean, was apparently behind them.
Lindsay and Philippa had been assigned to St Guinefort Hospital, to keep an eye on the two cops who had been injured when they stopped the stolen security van; one had been shot and the other had a strong concussion, but they were fortunately out of danger. The strawberry blonde had had minor surgery immediately and an MRI had ruled out that the petite brunette had any internal injuries of importance, although they were both unconsciously sleeping now after being sedated. Lindsay and Philippa were both in their mid-twenties, but they were surprised to see that their colleagues were even younger, ‘when did they join the police, in High School?’ Lindsay wondered.
The brunette cop had been informed that a detective had been sent to get a deposition from the attacked policewomen when they woke up, but only their sergeant, Beth Kane, a short, plump and voluptuous blonde in her early thirties who wore her hair in a bun, had showed up so far. The blonde sergeant had managed to get a big desk from the hospital administration so she could oversee and register all the arrivals. After the radio call, Lindsay informed their superior that the two of them were finally going to be replaced so they could go home and get some sleep, although they were expected to return to the precinct at 2 pm.
However, before the new shift arrived, a cleaning lady showed up, pushing a heavy trolley. The woman was a short and pretty woman with long, curly black hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. She was wearing plain white trousers and a short-sleeved white shirt, but the thing which caught Lindsay’s attention was her badge, which said ‘Hermione Baker’. The brunette cop found strange that name choice, but then she felt guilty of having those thoughts: ‘Am I being racist for considering that this name does not suit a woman of colour?’ She embarrassedly wondered. ‘On the other hand, she must be in her late twenties, or early thirties: When did the books and movies came out? Did people get that kind of name before?’, she continued wondering. Lindsay’s train of thought was interrupted by Sgt Kane, who asked her and Philippa to go to the room with the cleaner and check if who they thought were their colleagues were still sleeping.
The two cops were walking towards the room with the cleaner while a young blonde with grey eyes and a lot of tattoos arrived to the desk and started to anxiously talk to the sergeant. ‘She must be a friend or a relative of one of the cops’, Lindsay wrongly assumed. She and her partner also failed to notice that the raven-haired cleaner and the newly-arrived young woman had exchanged a quick look.
When they got to the room, the two fake cops were still sleeping. Philippa then made a comment that was supposed to be funny about the cleaner’s unsuitable name which could be interpreted as offensive. Hermione replied curtly and asked the blonde cop what did she mean by that, angrily walking closer towards her. Both policewomen felt very uncomfortable and did not know how to diffuse the situation, but soon it did not matter, as the cleaner made something completely unexpected. Hermione locked eyes with the now embarrassed Philippa and the blonde cop started to babble some excuses for her comment. The cleaner used that moment of distraction to reach for Philippa’s gun, surprising the blonde officer. At the same time, two young women, a tall, slim blonde and a busty redhead, erupted from the trolley. Lindsay did not know how to react and, in a matter of seconds, she had to surrender. The cleaner was now grabbing her partner from her blonde hair and pointing her own gun at her, so she had to put her hands on her head and let the two women who were hidden in the trolley to took her gun as well. The raven-haired cleaner, looking at her, smiled and said: ‘By the way, you bitches were right, my name is not Hermione, I just borrowed the name and the clothes from another chick’.
Knowing that her hunch was right brought little consolation to the brunette cop, as she quickly assumed what was going to happen. When the inevitable order of taking off their clothes was given to them Lindsay tried to stall, hoping that Sgt Kane might come to check what was going on. However, the fake Hermione read her mind and told her: ‘If you expect your commanding officer to help you, stop dreaming. She is being replaced as we speak by one of my friends. So, hurry up or we will take your uniform ourselves’. Lindsay cursed, remembering the blonde with tattoos she just saw, and took off her clothes. The brunette now was happy with her plain choice of lingerie, consisting of white hipster panties and matching bra, which contrasted with Philippa’s racy black thong and lacy bra. The blonde cop was getting a lot of unwanted attention from the criminals, but her racist comment probably contributed as much to that as the fact of how sexy she looked in her underwear.
With surprising speed, the two cops found themselves tied back to back inside the room’s closet, and the criminals even found time to place a buzzing vibrator inside Philippa’s pussy as a final punishment. The blonde and the redhead assaulters, now wearing police uniforms, helped the fake cleaner to hid their who they thought were their two unconscious partners in the trolley and then the three women left. The captive policewomen did not have much time to ruminate why anyone would like to abduct their two alleged partners thought. Three minutes later, Lindsay and Philippa heard people coming, the new shift, so they redoubled their struggles to alert their -this time real- partners of their presence.
The two policewomen were relieved when two other cops open the closet’s sliding door and found them. Lindsay saw a short and busty woman with short brown hair and big brown eyes, named Ruth Glenn, and a tall blonde with blue eyes, Imogen Matthewson. There were also two nurses, a raven-haired Latina and her buxom partner, who had black short hair and grey eyes. Lindsay was surprised to see how slutty the latter looked, as the uniform was clearly too small for her, so anyone could see the embroidered edge of her stockings. The brunette cop stopped being judgemental and focused on more urging matters, so when Ruth removed her ball-gag, she quickly told her what had happened and impelled her to raise the alarm. To her chagrin, Lindsay immediately found out an explanation for the nurse’s ill-fitting uniform. For the second time though, the brunette’s keen eye for detail would prove fruitless. Before their partners could radio for help or free them, Lindsay and Philippa saw with dismay how the alleged nurses attacked their partners.
Ursula and Zoe did not know exactly what was going and who had taken Belinda and Samantha, but they knew what to do: it was time to change their nurse uniforms for others which commanded more authority. They only need to exchange a brief look in order to attack the two cops in unison. The two secret agents deftly pinched Ruth and Imogen between their shoulder and neck, rendering them unconscious. Lindsay and Philippa started to shout for help, but the criminals quickly put the ball-gags back in their mouths and close the sliding door again, despite the cops muffled protests.
Ursula quickly connected the dots: they had run into the fake cleaner who transported their unconscious friends at the elevator and the two cops they saw leaving were her accomplices. The secret agent did not have time to lament the fact that they had been inches away from Belinda and Samantha without knowing it, and keep thinking. ‘The sergeant sitting at the desk could not have missed that two women had replaced the real cops, so she was an impersonator too’, her brain quickly processed. Ursula then remembered the odd tattoo which the alleged sergeant had in her neck, which could not be completely covered by the shirt as stipulated by police regulations.
The secret agent immediately contacted Sally and Susan and told them to intercept a short, raven-haired cleaner with a trolley when she tried to leave the building and to keep their eyes peeled: there were at least three women with cop uniforms who were not real policewomen. Ursula asked Zoe to strip the two cops of their uniforms while she did a quick exploration. She wanted to be sure her hunch regarding the sergeant was right and that the mysterious women were not waiting nearby, ready to ambush them.
Ursula was not surprised to find the area deserted when she left the room. She walked to the desk and confirmed her suspicions. Under the desk, Ursula found a voluptuous blonde bound and gagged in her underwear. The real Sgt Kane was lying on the floor, with her hands zip-tied behind her back, while another bigger zip-tie connected the blonde cop neck and thighs, forcing the sergeant to curl and limiting her capacity to move. Beth Kane was gagged and blindfolded but now she had started to struggle, once she noticed her captor was gone. Ursula realised that this team of impersonators had similar tastes than them: Sgt Kane had kept her seamless white panties, dark-brown garters and white lacy bra, although the latter had been lowered to reveal her heaving tits. The blonde cop felt that someone was there and tried to shout through the gag, only producing a muffled sound. When she heard Ursula saying that the she would have to wait a bit longer, the sergeant angrily protested but to no avail.
The secret agent rushed back to the room and wondered what to do: time was of essence, but Susan and Sally had already obtained police uniforms and would find a way to prevent the mysterious women to scape with their friends, so maybe it was worthy to spend a few extra minutes changing into a police uniform which could be more useful. The decision was made when she saw two piles of clothes with Ruth and Imogen’s black skirts, white shirts and black shoes, hats and cravats. The cops were lying unconscious on the floor in their underwear. Ursula admired Ruth’s alluring curves and her colourful lingerie -bright orange tanga panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra with a pretty ribbon- and Imogen’s toned body and cheeky underwear, a forest-green thong underneath black pantyhose and matching bra. Ruth and Imogen’s luck took a turn for the worse when Zoe decided to remove their underwear as well. The Latina used the cop’s own knickers -she had grown fond of that word- to panty-gag them and hogtied them with their own elastic pantyhose. She was not as skilful as Susan or Belinda, but it would be enough to neutralise them for a while once they woke up. Ursula gave Zoe a sardonic look to Zoe, but the Latina quickly answered: ‘I told you we ran out of ball-gags’. Ursula grinned, looking accusingly at the cop’s bras, now lying on the floor, and Zoe rebutted: ‘It is for the sake of consistency’. Ursula nodded, conceding the point, and quickly changed into Imogen’ clothes while the Latina put on Ruth’s, but only after giving an appreciative spank to the brunette’s round ass.

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Chapter 17. June 11, 2023 (8.41 am)
Sylvia Finn and Heather Randall were standing at the rear-entrance of St Guinefort Hospital, unsure of what they should do. Sylvia was a slim redhead with green eyes and a comely face while Heather was a short, busty blonde. They had just started their morning shift at a nearby police precinct when they were hastily sent to the hospital. The two cops were expecting a day of clerical duties at the station, that is why they were wearing black skirts instead of trousers, besides the traditional white shirt, black hats and cravats. However, they had been sent to replace officers Joanna White and Amoy Lithe, who were manning the hospital’s main entrance after a long night shift. Sylvia and Heather had arrived at the hospital five minutes ago but they did not find the two cops although their cruiser was parked in front of the main entrance. They were also surprised to see that there was not private security either, but it was a small hospital nonetheless. In consequence, they asked a nurse who walked by, but she only told them that she had seen two cops a few minutes ago and maybe they had gone to the back entrance.
That is why the two policewomen had walked in that direction, although they did not find their partners there either. Heather suggested to call their precinct for instructions and to inform of the odd situation, but Sylvia told her that their sergeant, Anthony Fisher, would only yell at them and bark that they were busy for their nonsense. Later, Heather and Sylvia would ruefully regret not having contacted their superiors at that moment, but it was their next decision which eventually sold the fate of the unlucky cops: they decided to split, so Heather would go back to the main entrance in search of their partners while Sylvia would remain there, in case the cops finally showed up. Unlike their colleagues from across the ocean, Albionese cops were not familiar yet with what it was slowly becoming an adagio: Any odd situation is likely to mean that a policewoman (or more) is bound and gagged in her underwear somewhere after having her uniform stolen. That is why Sylvia and Heather could not imagine what has happened to their partners and, worse of all, that two pairs of eyes were following their movements and it would not be later before they ended up in a similar predicament.
One minute after Heather went back inside the hospital, Sylvia saw a young, short strawberry blonde wearing black leggings and a purple hoodie getting inside the building too, but did not make much of it. Although the area was mostly deserted, there was an occasional patient or staff member who would walk by or go there to smoke. There was also a van from a cleaning company parked next to two big containers, with the door open, but no one seemed to bother. Seven minutes went by and Sylvia decided to radio her partner, but Heather did not answer. The redhead got increasingly nervous and was ready to call her precinct when she saw a short blonde wearing glasses and a blue tracksuit running towards her waving her hand. The woman seemed very agitated and, panting, managed to tell her that she had found an unconscious woman tied up next to the containers.
Following her strain of bad decisions that morning, the incredulous cop decided to go see it with her own eyes before raising the alarm. Sylvia was unaware that the blonde woman standing next to her was Sally Perkins, who had made up that story to lure her, but who could imagine that someone who did not look threatening at all was a member of Ursula Volkanov’s team? At least that is what the redhead would later tell to her superiors.
The two women speed-walked there and found a petite woman with curly golden hair and brown eyes unconscious. She was hogtied and gagged wearing only white bikini panties and matching bra. It was the real Hermione Baker, a 21-year-old college student who had been sentenced to do community service at Guinefort Hospital after being stopped by the police driving high as a kite on ecstasy. Sylvia’s eyes were wide open when they found the young woman, but that was nothing compared to Sally’s shock. The blonde secret agent had concocted the story as a ruse, unaware that there was actually a bound and gagged woman there! Sally quickly regained her cool: this finding definitively had ramifications of some kind but, for the time being, she should focus on her task at hand. While the redhead cop kneeled to check on the real Hermione, Sally produced a cloth soaked in chloroform and pressed it against the policewoman’s face. Sylvia had no time to react and, in a matter of seconds, was rendered unconscious like the cleaner.
Sally quickly stripped the redhead of her clothes and sat her with her back leaning on one of the containers, hidden from sight. Then, she taped the cop’s hands to her ankles and put a cloth in her mouth, locking it with more tape to gag her. Sylvia looked very sexy wearing light-blue tanga panties underneath black pantyhose and a matching bra, but, unlike the rest of the team, Sally usually failed to appreciate the additional perks offered by their job. Once she was wearing the police uniform, she contacted Ursula, who asked her to intercept the woman who was impersonating the cleaner. The mystery was slowly being solved, but Ursula and the team still did not know who was so interested in Belinda and Samantha.
***
Heather Randall did not answer her partner’s call because she had run into trouble on her own. The blonde cop walked back to the still deserted main entrance and asked a couple of nurses, who remembered seeing the cops but did not know where they were. Then, Heather pondered whether she should call her precinct once more time but, again, she missed an opportunity to change her destiny that fateful morning. She thought that maybe the cops had gone upstairs, to their injured partners’ room, so she decided to go pick up Sylvia. Heather was so immersed in her thoughts that failed to notice that a suspicious strawberry blonde wearing a black hoodie was following her.
The busty blonde cop was walking through a deserted corridor when she heard some noises coming from what it seemed a storage room. She was a mere few yards from the back entrance, where her partner Sylvia was, but she stopped for a second. That would be the last of a series of unfortunate events which sealed Heather’s fate. The policewoman was so concentrated, trying to identify what the noise was, that she did not realise that Susan was upon her. The strawberry blonde criminal grabbed the inattentive cop from behind, pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform against her face while her left hand deftly lifted the shocked cop’s skirt, grabbing her crotch. Before the fumes rendered her unconscious, Heather could feel how the criminal’s hand had gotten inside her panties and gently fingered her pussy.
Susan dragged the cop’s limp body inside the storage room, which was fortunately open. The strawberry blonde criminal did not know why Heather had stopped there, but she immediately discovered the reason. She heard some muffled sounds and when she turned her head, she saw four women bound and gagged in different states of undress staring at her. Any hope the captives might have had of being rescued were obviously dissipated when they saw that the person who got in the room was dragging an unconscious cop with her. Dismayed, they realised that the number of captives was still increasing and there were no signs of an imminent rescue.
Rather than shocked, Susan was amused by the situation. She would later think about the implications of finding these four women, but at the time she found charming to see that other women wanted to emulate their exploits. It also reaffirmed her on the idea of redoubling their efforts so no one could outshine their achievements.
The strawberry blonde left the unconscious Heather on the floor and, after closing the storage room, turned her attention to the four captives. Susan first walked towards two women who sat on the floor, handcuffed to the strong legs of an enormous desk. The women were gagged with tape and more of the same tape had been used to tie their ankles. The strawberry blonde criminal paid more attention to their bodies and lingerie though. Susan appreciated the first woman’s ebony skin, big round eyes and luscious black curly her and especially her round curves. The black woman looked very alluring with plain seamless white panties and a lacy and embroidered bra. Her partner, a petite brunette with green eyes, had opted for metal-grey tanga panties and matching bra. Both women were Amoy Lithe and Joanna White, the two cops who Heather and Sylvia were supposed to find. Susan intuitively figured out who they were. ‘Let me guess, you are two cops who were lured by two women who attacked you and stole your uniforms, am I right?’ she gleefully asked them. Both women angrily nodded and cursed Susan, although their gags made their answer unintelligible. In response, the strawberry blonde lowered both women’s bras, revealing Amoy’s ebony fulsome breasts and Joanna’s perky tits. She toyed with the petite brunette’s nipples for a second, but she soon turned her attention to the other two captives.
The third woman was a hot, busty raven-haired woman in her early thirties with curly hair, brown eyes and tanned skin who was lying on the floor, hogtied and gagged. She was wearing navy-blue skirt and blazer, a light-pink shirt and black heels. She was furiously struggling, trying to reach the rope on her ankles with her tied hands, so her skirt had rolled up, revealing her toned legs, encased in black stockings, her black thong and round thighs and ass. Susan walked towards her and got her badge, which hung from her neck, and read ‘Detective Gloria Jameson’. The strawberry blonde smiled and said: ‘Let me guess, you were sent here to question the two injured cops and two fake policewomen intercepted you and left you here’. The attractive raven-haired detective hatefully looked at Susan and refused to answer. The strawberry blonde criminal smirked and concluded: ‘I know I am right. I also have news from you: the injured women are not real cops. One of them is actually my cousin. We are going to rescue them and you are all going to look like fools’. Then, Sally yanked the detective’s shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. Dt. Jameson’s badge now rested between her two generous breasts, only covered by a silk black bra. The criminal took a few pictures with her cell phone of the mortified detective, who now quickly and futilely tried to put her skirt back on place.
Susan took several pictures of the two cops as well and then focused on the last captive. A burly blonde in her thirties who wore her hair in a ponytail was lying on the floor hogtied as well. She had a comely face, a curvaceous body and she was wearing a security guard uniform, consisting of grey trousers and shirt and black shoes and tie. Her badge read ‘K. (for Karen) Adamson’. The strawberry blonde moved towards her and completed her special game of Clue. ‘Hmm, let me guess, you work at the hospital and came searching for the cops, or heard a noise here, running into the criminals while they were changing into the cops’ uniforms’. The blonde guard shook her head in disagreement and Susan, amused by Karen’s willingness to indulge her, answered: ‘Ok, second chance: you were sent to look for the detective and the women dressed as cops showed you where she was but with a catch: you were going to remain bound and gagged with her and the real policewomen’. The blonde guard nodded, which prompted an elated Susan to clutch her fist in celebration. If the guard thought that playing Susan’s game was going to report her any benefit, she was very wrong. The criminal unbuttoned Karen’s trousers and lowered them to her ankles, revealing striped red and white panties and a tattoo in the blonde’s lower blonde. ‘A tramp stamp? Someone was naughty in her youth’, Susan cheerfully noted. Then, did the same with her shirt. Susan was slightly disappointed because the guard was not wearing a matching bra -Karen had a black sports bra instead- so, she lifted it, admiring the blonde’s rotund tits.
The criminal blonde took a few pictures of the guard too and then left her phone on recording, filming from a privileged angle which showed all the captives and herself. Susan quickly undressed the unconscious Heather, leaving only her white panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra. She produced some rope, quickly hogtying her, and a piece of tape to gag her. Then, looking at the phone, she sent a warm message to their fans and took off her clothes. The four captives could not believe what they were seeing: Susan was sensually dancing in her purple tanga panties and matching lacy bra and then proceeded to put on the cop’s uniform giving insinuating looks to the camera. Being found in your underwear after having your uniform stolen was humiliating, but taking part in this shit-show was too much for the captives, especially for Dt. Jameson, who rolled in frustration, trying to break free, and only managed to made things worse, as she provided a much better look of her sexy lingerie and voluptuous body.
For the captives, Susan’s presence might have looked like an eternity, but she was an efficient criminal despite her love for shenanigans. In total, the strawberry blonde had only needed 11 minutes to tail Heather, neutralise her and put on the cop’s clothes, with the bonus of teasing the captives she had found. When she was ready, she contacted Ursula, informing her of the new developments, and Sally, who had been equally successful and had also found another woman bound and gagged in her underwear.
With their newly-acquired uniforms, Susan and Sally had to wait for a cleaner pushing a trolley. She would probably be accompanied by five women dressed as cops, so Ursula asked them to intercept and stall them until she and Zoe arrived. It was better to find out what was going discreetly, instead of causing a fight in the middle of the hospital, because it was a matter of time that the place was swarmed with cops, once the police connected all the dots. She was very right.
***
Ursula and Zoe quickly left the hospital room dressed as cops, leaving the four bound, gagged and scantily clad policewomen behind. The secret agent hoped that Susan and Sally were able to stop the mysterious group of women who had taken Belinda and Samantha with them. However, she did not need to worry very much: the fake cleaner and other five women wearing police uniforms were waiting for them in the hospital’s main hall accompanied by her two friends, who were also dressed up as cops but wearing skirts instead of trousers like the other impersonators. Some staff and patients looked at them with curiosity, wondering why so many cops were meeting there and what they were up to.
Zoe was surprised to recognise two of the impostors, a young pretty black woman in her early twenties and a petite brunette with short hair and green eyes of similar age. She remembered seeing the two women in Belleview, flirting with the cops, when she and Sally drove there to help Belinda and Samantha. That was nothing compared to Ursula’s shock when she stared at the pretty brunette. ‘Marian? Marian Finn?’, she asked in disbelief. The brunette, smiling, and showing an evident relief, turned to Susan and Sally and told them: ‘See? I told you Ursula knew me’.
Ursula’s sharp brain immediately processed the information and realised what was going on: ‘For fuck’s sake. You are Marian, this raven-haired beauty must be Robin’, she said, pointing to the woman dressed as a cleaner, ‘and the rest are the Merry Women, aren’t they? You are the bloody band who robbed a jewellery at Oxony a few days ago and everyone is talking about’. Then, looking at her confused friends, she expanded: ‘Marian here dated my sister Nadia in their first year of college, but then she told me you moved back to Gaeldom, where your family was from.
Marian smiled and nodded. Then, she introduced the rest of her friends to Ursula and her team. ‘We all have heard a lot about you, but you do not know us, so let me make a quick presentation: this is Durene (pointing to the ebony beauty), Siobhan (the blonde with the neck tattoo who impersonated the sergeant at the desk), Andrea and Lisa (the busty redhead and the slim blonde who had supplanted the two cops they found in the wardrobe), and of course Robin and me. Marian quickly told Ursula what was going on: they heard through the grapevine that they were in town, so they wanted to contact them and asked for their help. After Marian graduated, she became a social worker and moved to Albion, where she met her now wife, Robin. Robin and the rest of the women had grown up in council housing in the Great Thames area, but their families had been evicted when a rapacious hedge fund bought and bulldoze all the buildings in the area to build luxury apartments. In consequence, they had started a quest for revenge (and profit). The jewellery they robbed belonged to a loan-shark who used to operate in their neighbour and had become an investor of that hedge fund. It was a promising start and good training but made them realise that they did not have the means to do anything much bigger than that, although at least they had found a catchy name that the media loved. That is when they heard that the legendary Ursula and her team were in Albion and it was rumoured that they planned to rob the Fitzsinclaire Museum. Marian concluded: ‘Long story short: we did some research and thought that we could steal the medieval swords which the baron had sold to the American multimillionaire, Michael Gower III, and give them to you gals as a present, so you would help us. You know what happened then. We heard about the incident in Belleview using the police radio frequency, but by the time we arrived there, the place was full of cops. We identified Belinda from the news and realised that you had already thought of the swords, of course, so we got information of where she and Samantha were being sent and decided to rescue them before anyone realised they were not real cops. I was not sure whether you would remember me or wanted to listen to our story, but you have to believe me when I say that all of this was supposed to be a sympathetic gesture and we did not mean any ill to your friends’.
Ursula heartily laughed and answered: ‘such a convoluted story has to be true. In any case, you did not need to buy my support. I remember you fondly and you were good to my sister. I would do anything for Nadia, although she might not believe it, and that includes her friends, so we will gladly help you. However, I would recommend that we stop the chit-chat for now: we are getting too much attention. Also, we all should get the fuck out of here before the hospital is swarmed with real cops’.
Five minutes later, a stream of police cruisers started to pour in St Guinefort Hospital’s parking. Finally, someone has followed the trail of stolen uniforms and realised that the women injured at Belleview were not real cops. Dozens of officers arrived to the hospital but it was too late. They heard that a bunch of policewomen and a cleaner had had a strange gathering in the main hall just minutes ago, but there were no signs of them. A quick search provided the police the answers they desperately needed. There was no trace of the cop impersonators in the room, where the police found two naked and unconscious policewomen hogtied and gagged with their own panties, Ruth Glenn and Imogen Matthewson, next to two discarded nurse uniforms. Surprises did not end there, as the cops discovered two other policewomen, Lindsay Blair and Philippa Cook, tied back to back in their underwear inside the room’s closet, and the commanding officer, Sgt Kane, similarly restrained and undressed under the big desk place outside the room.
Someone remembered that two other officers, Sylvia Finn and Heather Randall, had been dispatched to the hospital not long ago. The cops were not very surprised when they found Sylvia and a cleaner named Hermione tied and gagged in their underwear behind some containers near the hospital’s rear entrance. Heather was a bit harder to find, but finally the police discovered her in a storage unconscious, hogtied, gagged and scantily clad. However, everyone was surprised to see that the blonde cop was accompanied by two other police officers, Amoy Lithe and Joanna White, tied and gagged in their underwear, a furious and sexy detective, Gloria Jameson, who struggled frantically and futilely to scape a hogtie and wore sexy underwear -black bra, thong and stockings-, and a security guard, Karen Adamson, who had not lost her uniform but, nonetheless, had her shirt unbuttoned and her trousers lowered. The owners of the nurse uniforms discovered in the hospital room belonged to Lilith Foy and Shannon O’Shea, who were later found in the hospital’s main storage.
Hours later, the police found a van which they correctly identified as the one used by the criminals in their scape. They found a cleaner’s outfit, nine police uniforms neatly folded and a thank you note signed by Ursula there, but no clues of her and her friends’ whereabouts.

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Epilogue. June 12, 2023 (7.45 pm)
Special Agent Lydia Wallace went through her notes and said: ‘So, let me recap Mss Ford. You were at the main desk of the Fitzsinclaire Museum, greeting the guests to the exhibit, unaware that the two young women who pretended to be the baron’s grandnieces were impostors. Later, because of the power outage, you handed the keys of the museum’s main office to someone you thought was Ciara Higgins, one of the museum curators. Later, you welcomed two women, a Latina and a strawberry blonde, thinking that they were the electricians, the Wojkovski sisters, and you let them get into the building to check on the electric mainframe. After that, you were surprised by Mss Higgins’ absence and went to look for her. You did not find her but you discovered your colleague, Kimberly James, tied, gagged and scantily clad inside a sarcophagus when someone attacked you. Next thing you remember is that you had lost your uniform and were tied up and gagged in your underwear inside another sarcophagus like your partner. The night did not end there. The captor, Ursula Volkanov according to your description, took you and Mss James and used you as bait to lure two women from a rival team who were also inside the museum. After this, you two were left back in the sarcophagi, where the police found you the next morning. Is everything correct?’. Mia Ford nodded, although the raven-haired woman wanted to emphasise that she had asked her boss, Harriet Bechtel, for permission before allowing the fake electricians into the building. Agent Wallace assured her that they would take that into consideration. ‘That would be all for now, thanks Mss Ford’, the brunette agent concluded.
After Mia Ford left the room, Sonia Hernandez asked her partner: ‘Do you believe her? Is it possible to be so incompetent?’.
- ‘She is telling the truth. She might not be the brightest security guard in the world, but her story fits and she has been telling it consistently for two days according to the reports of the Albionese police. The fact that she was also one of the guards at the jewellery robbed by the band called ‘Robin and her Merry Women’ is just a coincidence, as this group did not participate in the Museum’s robbery, only in the rescuing of Belinda Dykinson and Samantha Green. She is not an accomplice, just a very unlucky girl’, Agent Wallace confidently replied.
A third voice with a southern accent joined the conversation: ‘Bad luck? Is that how you justify your own failure as well, Agent Wallace? You and Agent Hernandez had your clothes stolen by Ursula and her team and were left tied up in an embarrassing position because of bad luck, not your own incompetence?’. The comment was made by Special Agent Laura Griffiths, a tall, buxom blonde in her early thirties with cold blue eyes. After their blunder at the Perriot Desert Hotel, Wallace and Hernandez’s superiors allowed the two agents to continue working the case, mostly because no one else wanted to take it, but decided to add another agent to provide a ‘fresh look’, a euphemistic way of saying that they were sending someone to supervise them. Agent Griffiths had been working with Wallace and Hernandez since then, so the three agents flew immediately to Albion when the local authorities informed them that Ursula Volkanov was the responsible of the robbery at Fitzsinclaire Museum. Their Albionese counterparts had also volunteered to compare notes with them. The blonde agent was a shrewd investigator, but she was also a callous woman who did not miss the opportunity to remind her two colleagues of their past failure to assert her leadership.
Lydia Wallace let her partner’s snide comment aside and concluded by saying that Mia Ford’s main concern was trying to avoid being held as the main responsible of the debacle, not hiding her participation in the crime.
- ‘I do not think she should worry too much in any case. I heard that Valeria’s Secret, the famous lingerie company, immediately made her and the hot blonde, Kim James, an offer to work as models for them. Some people here say that the offer might be extended to the whole security team’, Sonia Hernandez replied.
- ‘Are you kidding me? That fast? What is the campaign’s motto, ‘Underwear for every kind of situation’?’, Lydia Wallace said.
- ‘I do not know, but the picture of those two guards tied up in the sarcophagi went viral the moment it hit the Internet. There are already thousands of memes, so someone had to get their hands in all that publicity. I guess they thought that the playfulness and irony of the situation works well in social media nowadays. In any case, the two chicks looked amazing in their aquamarine and red lingerie, truth to be told’, the Latina agent concluded.
- ‘Maybe you can have a future in modelling as well. Although in your case, with your pictures and videos, it would be the adult industry who might offer you a new job’, Laura Griffiths remarked.
Sonia Hernandez’s face reddened but remained silent while Lydia Wallace held a deep breath and said that they should move on. Both agents had actually received some offers of that kind, but they did not know if someone had actually found out about it or just had maliciously invented and disseminated the rumour. They only knew that many of the men (and some women) at the Federal Agency of Investigation (FAI) loved to secretly watch all the videos and pictures Ursula and her team made. Nevertheless, their unwanted notoriety, far from affecting their job, had only increased the agents’ resolve to find and arrest the criminals to make them pay. They, however, resented Laura Griffiths’ lack of sympathy and empathy, especially being a female colleague, and they secretly wished that her hubris and arrogance was somehow punished.
- ‘Speaking of unlucky women, maybe we should request a meeting with Emma Southward. She ran into Belinda and Samantha at the end of the exhibit, getting captured with her friends, Patricia Robertson and Angelina Smith, and she managed to escape her bonds only to go to the security cameras room and untie Zoe Valdes and Susan Dykinson, instead of freeing any of the real security guards, so she ended up being tied up and gagged again. It seems a bit weird, don’t you think?’.
- ‘Do you think she was recruited like Samantha Green at the Perriot Desert Hotel?’, Agent Hernandez asked.
- Agent Griffiths intervened: ‘It cannot be. None of the witness’ statement points to something like that. Additionally, Mss Southward argued that she did not free her friends Patricia and Angelina and the security guards because they we are all zip-tied, which is a plausible excuse and it is corroborated by the rest of the captives. She also lost her clothes, and I am sure she did not appreciate…’, she paused to take a second to check her notes, ‘being found only wearing a racy red thong underneath brown pantyhose and matching lacy bra by the police. By the way, who writes these reports and why is necessary to describe the victims’ underwear?’, the blonde federal agent concluded.
- ‘Why would she do that?’, Sonia Hernandez added.
- ‘Money? Revenge? There is something weird going on with Professor Valerie Wendall’s research group. It seems more like a kinky sex cult rather than a group of archaeologists. Have a look at the statements of Victoria Thorn and Penelope Reed, the two Ph.D students found at the university lab with Dr. Clarise Bryce, Professor Wendall’s right hand. They are contradictory and they do not make any sense: how is it possible that Belinda Dykinson managed to restrain all three women without threatening them and without any weapons? I am sure Dr Bryce lied to the police: she looks like a mousy blonde librarian but she is hiding something’, Lydia Wallace argued.
- ‘There is also something fishy about the triangle of Professor Wendall, Ciara Higgins and Baron Fitzsinclaire besides the fact that both women 100% sure fucked or are currently fucking the old dude for their own advancement’, Sonia Hernandez casually added.
- ‘This is enough. If you two Sherlocks had used your deductive skills at the Perriot Desert Hotel, Ursula Volkanov would have been arrested and you would have not made yourselves look like fools. You have no proofs of what you are saying and, more importantly, no one cares. Yes, the old baron is notoriously known as a creep, and yes, there are rumours about sexual misconduct in Professor Wendall’s archaeology group. However, this is not our monkey, not our circus. Albionese authorities are not going to open an investigation on a rich aristocrat and a reputed scholar: it would look like as if they were covering their own incompetence by dragging the victims to the mud. Forget about it. The baron will get a huge compensation from the insurance company and an unforgettable experience, because the police says he loved being tied up with the two scantily clad women on his lap, and the redhead professor will go back to her teaching, researching and fucking the occasional Ph.D student. God knows what will happen to the curator, Ciara Higgins, but I am sure the baron will find a way to compensate her for her troubles or to silence her. Following this line of inquiry will not get us any closer to Ursula Volkanov’, Laura Griffiths caustically answered.
- ‘Ok, but at least we should try to keep an eye on Emma Southward’s finances. Maybe she will receive an ‘anonymous’ donation in the next few days and we can trace its origin to Ursula or, even better, to one of Mr I’s offshore accounts’, Agent Wallace said, hiding her frustration and resentment towards her blonde colleague.
- ‘It is a waste of time: I am not going to bother our Albionese colleagues with this when we have other priorities. The two nurses, Lilith Foy and Shannon O’ Shea, and the two electricians, Ewa and Yolanda Wojkovski, have already reported receiving a mysterious payment from an unknown account for ‘their troubles’. You already know this group’s MO, they normally gratify their victims if they see them as undeserving of being mugged of their clothes. I guess Ursula and her team saw Chloe and Theresa Mountrose as spoiled brats, because they did not receive anything for having their expensive dresses stolen. Shit, even Hermione Baker, the college student doing community service as a cleaner at St Guinefort Hospital, got sent a basket with some presents yesterday evening. A pity that Ursula does not extend the same courtesy to security guards and law-enforcement: you girls would have received an amazing gift for your invaluable help’, Laura Griffiths cruelly concluded.
Lydia Wallace was incensed but, after exchanging a quick glance with Sonia Hernandez, who shook her head, decided to swallow her pride one more time. ‘Moving on then. So far, we have been allowed to interview Mia Ford and two other security guards so far, Holly Perkins and Deirdre Hopkins. They all provide complementary perspectives on the attack, as they were captured in different circumstances. However, can we have a chat with Paola Luke and Sophia Hide, the two rogue guards who were supposedly working with Ursula Volkanov and betrayed her?’, Agent Wallace said.
- ‘The fact that they recruited 11 women on their own, four Albionese military and seven Eastern-continental criminals, points to external support. If we assume Ursula and her team did this job for Mr. I, maybe the rival team was formed by one of his enemies. Also, how were they going to sell all those artefacts? They would need some professional advice to make money out of them, you cannot just put them on eBay if that thing still exists’, Agent Hernandez developed.
- ‘Well, we can munch on those questions as much as we want, but our Albionese friends are only going to allow us to read their reports, not interview them. Remember they are doing this as a favour, we are not investigating this case’, Laura Griffiths replied.
- ‘Seriously? Not even one or two of the 11 mercenaries? Why?’ Sonia Hernandez asked.
- ‘Actually, only 10 of the 11 women are in custody now. According to this report, one of them, Sonja Vuckevic, managed to escape. She was the first one found inside the crates, wearing only a white thong and a cut beige bra, and someone untied her before the police figured out what was going on. By the time the cops saw Ursula’s notes and they got the confirmation that those women were criminals as well, Sonja was missing. Later, the police found a young officer, Cora Gunn, a petite brunette in her late-twenties, handcuffed inside a cruiser’s trunk in her underwear. The criminal used the cop’s own handcuffs and belt to restrain her and to tie her ankles, respectively; she went as far as use Cora’s own white thong to panty-gag her, which the criminal managed to keep her in the cop’s mouth by tying up her ruined bra around the officer’s face. No one saw how and when Sonja Vuckevic managed to do that, but some cops later recalled seeing a buxom redhead policewoman wearing a too tight uniform with no belt. With such a pandemonium, it was not hard for the Eastern-continental criminal to slip away before Cora Gunn was discovered, bound, panty-gagged and wearing only hipster seamless grey panties and a black bra inside a cruiser. The police are still looking for her’, Agent Wallace intervened.
- ‘Those reports are shockingly detailed, indeed’, Sonia Hernandez commented.
- ‘They are. I wonder what is the point of describing the victim’s underwear, but I guess you two are thankful that we do not do that here’, Laura Griffiths retorted, grinning. After a short pause, the blonde agent continued: ‘Coming back to the original question, none of the Eastern-continental are willing to talk to the authorities anyway. In the case of Paola Luke and Sophia Hide, the Albionese authorities want to keep them for themselves for the time being. At the time of their arrest, both guards affirmed that they had valuable information regarding their employer and a high-profile member of the Fitzsinclaire Museum who was in cahoots with them, and they are willing to exchange it for immunity. The police do not know if they are bluffing, but they also do not care much about it. Right now, at least they can pretend that they got a Pyrrhic victory by saying that some pieces were stolen, but they managed to capture most of the robbers. Moreover, I was told that two lawyers from the most expensive firm in Thames Town showed up an hour ago, saying that they were Mss Luke and Mss Hide’s attorneys. Allegedly they are working pro-bono, but it seems that whoever helped the rogue guards in their plan is going to make sure that they do not spill his name to the authorities. Therefore, I have the feeling that the two criminals’ offer to collaborate with the police is going to be off the table pretty soon’.
- ‘Great, so they are playing politics before the whole case explodes in their hands, like we usually do’, Lydia Wallace said with resignation. ‘If they think they can put a lid on the story, they should have learned from our previous experiences with this group of criminals. So far, the tabloids have plenty of salacious material to roll around, but it is a matter of time before the media starts unearthing new sensationalist exclusives about the case. I am sure the media will not have scruples in attacking Professor Wendall or the baron himself when the time comes. I seriously doubt that they even care about making the police look bad if that increases their web traffic’, she continued.
- ‘Ok, so who else can get a chance to talk to then? Maybe we can have a word with Mr. Gower?’, Agent Hernandez asked.
- ‘Mr. Gower left Albion yesterday. He has asked the police to direct all their questions to one of his secretaries’, Lydia Wallace intervened. ‘I do not know if he does not care about it or he is running away because he is more than the victim of a failed robbery. In any case, he is not accused of anything, so there was no legal obligation for him to stay’, the brunette agent concluded.
- ‘Really? That is very suspicious. This is a long shot, but what if he is Mr. I? Could it be possible?, Hernandez replied.
- ‘I do not think so. Leaving Albion because of “business” in such a haste is an amateur move. Something like that is improper of an experienced kingpin like Mr. I, someone who has been able to mask his real identity for years. Besides that, I do not see why would he fund another team to harm his own people. By now it is evident that Ursula’s team is in his payroll. However, I have the suspicion that Mr. Gower knows, at least, who Mr. I is and his interest on the artefacts. Whether he paid those guards to steal the pieces or to compete against Ursula and why would he do that eludes me’, Lydia Wallace argued.
- ‘That is all well and dandy, but let’s focus on hard facts, not speculation. In the meantime, we can interview all the security guards we want, including Harriet Bechtel and Christina Graves, the two heads of security in charge of the museum’s vigilance and the pieces’ transport and custody, respectively. Let’s see how they try to justify their epic failure. Maybe tomorrow we are allowed to get a word with someone from St Guinefort Hospital, hopefully one of the cops captured by the criminals there’, Laura Griffiths answered, exaggerating her southern accent.
- ‘That would be very useful. It would hep us to know a little bit more about this other group of criminals, the so-called ‘Robin and her Merry Women’. I doubt that we are going to get anything valuable regarding Ursula or Mr. I, but maybe we can have a breakthrough if we investigate this group. It is evident that they are not enemies with Ursula and maybe they are now working together. That would also facilitate to push the argument of creating an international unit to chase them without having to deal with national jurisdictions’, Agent Wallace said.
- ‘An international unit only to chase those bitches? Are you serious? They are reckless and very lucky girls who had happened to run into very incompetent security companies and an unalerted police force, not super-criminals’, Agent Griffiths replied.
- ‘Griffiths, if the notes are correct we have now a total of 59 women who had their clothes stolen and were found bound and gagged in their underwear, the vast majority captured by Ursula and her team, in less than 24 hours. This number includes guards, cops and mercenaries. This cannot be pure luck’, Hernandez argued,
- ‘I think you want to believe that they are a prodigy in order to exonerate yourselves and not take responsibility for your huge blunder. It is your fault and all of these unprepared bimbos that there are a lot of people asking to limit the number of women in the police and security or even to ban us altogether in order to prevent this kind of crimes to happen. We all look bad because of you, and they think that the rest of us do not deserve our position’, the blonde agent replied.
- ‘That is not true. We are well-aware of our own mistakes, as you remind us all time, and we have paid for them dearly. But do you think that having men instead of women would end this kind of crimes? No one wants to see men impersonating other men. It would also result in deaths and fatalities for sure. Besides that, do you really think that our bosses are really contemplating removing women altogether? Of course not. We are the scapegoat for their incompetence. Blaming us distracts the public attention from other structural problems within our institutions. In our specific case, we were betrayed, for fuck’s sake! Don’t you know that? Besides that, do you think people would be ok if something like we have endured happened to men? There would be public outrage if almost 60 guys had to suffer something like this and there would be media pundits demanding to impose Martial Law or something else every day. Because the victims are women it is easy to take it lightly, saying that it is their own fault or just focus on the sexual aspects of it. As long as the wider public is occupied discussing the salacious aspects of these crimes or searching the Internet for videos and pictures of us, they will not question anything else’, Lydia Wallace ranted.
- ‘And do you think that an international female force would magically end with this problem?’, Laura Griffiths ironically asked.
- ‘Of course not, but we would be able to get resources to work this case, control the important decisions and, if we capture Ursula, prove that women are up to the task. We cannot step aside if we do not want to regress decades of progress in equality’. Agent Wallace vividly argued.
- ‘Ok, I do not want to lose my time discussing some feminazi bullshit, so I will go check on our Albionese colleagues to see how many more interviews we can get today’, Agent Griffiths concluded.
When the blonde agent left the room, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernandez relaxed. They hated that southern bitch and could not imagine why was she such a heartless cunt. Hernandez went through the police reports again but, after ten minutes, Wallace asked her to stop: ‘let’s focus on Robin and those Albionese girls. I have the feeling that if we figure out who they are and what they want, we might be able to anticipate Ursula’s next move’. She was right.