Guards! Guards!

[Torreken]

This time I wanted to try something new, so I wrote a story completely from the victims' point of view. There are 8 vignettes full of clichés and traditional tropes which can be read individually (they are short, autoconclusive stories) but they are also threaded into an overarching plot (as you will notice, there are running jokes and elements from one story that are echoed in others). The last one also ties the story with Ursula Volkanov's arch. I hope you like it!

1
The heart of Juliette Green raced with trepidation when she heard the sound of two pairs of heels. ‘Come on, come on. Stop by the reception office to say hi’, she prayed. Her captor heard the familiar clicking too, so she uncrossed her legs, giving Juliette a glimpse of her burgundy lacy-panties underneath her brown pantyhose, and remained tense for a few seconds, until the sound of the heels faded away, signalling that the two security guards had passed by without noticing anything unusual.

The mysterious attacker, a slim, petite woman with black hair, blue eyes and pale skin looked down to Juliette. ‘Uff, that was close, wasn’t it?’, she said, smiling and winking an eye. ‘Do not do anything stupid like your partner did and everything will be OK’, the raven-haired concluded.

Juliette did not answer, and tried to hide her anger as best as she could. No, things were far from being OK. Juliette was a fit, athletic brunette in her mid-twenties with curly brown hair and a comely face. She worked for Modern Valkyries, a private security firm and, hopefully very soon, a military contractor for the United Federation’s army. Currently, she was in the headquarters of the company, sitting under the reception’s desk, her hands and ankles bound with tape and her mouth gagged with a cloth held by her own black pantyhose. Juliette was only wearing white bikini panties and a matching bra after having to surrender her uniform, which consisted of a short black skirt, a dark-grey shirt and a black tie, and her black short-heeled shoes to her captor. Things were definitely not OK.

Things could be worse though. Last time someone had walked by close to the reception, Juliette’s partner, Eva Tyerman, a 5’ 6’’ blonde with hourglass body shape and green eyes, had started to scream and squirm, trying to alert their colleagues with no success. The blonde guard still kept her lacy pink bra and matching tanga panties, although the latter were very dishevelled as a result of the wedgies and spanking she had had to endure as a punishment for her bravado (or stupidity). Following the instructions of another fellow criminal, an attractive woman with short, auburn hair and grey eyes, who had taken Eva’s uniform, the raven-haired impersonator had used more tape to put the blonde security guard in a strict hogtie.

The two mysterious women had arrived to the Modern Valkyries’ headquarters an hour ago, dressed as military officers. Their uniform consisted of green-olive skirt, blazer and tie, light-green shirt, a red beret, black shoes and brown pantyhose. The real military women, Sgt Felicity Hayman and Pvt Micaela Bonucci, were currently bound and gagged in their underwear in the trunk of their black SUV. Both women had their hands ziptied behind each other’s backs while coils of rope tied together their ankles and their chests, above and below their generous breasts, further limiting their mobility. Their mouths were covered with ballgags and her eyes blindfolded. Many hours later, the police would find the bound, gagged and scantily clad military officers: Sgt Hayman, a short, busty blonde, wearing only black cheeky lacy panties and matching bra, and Pvt Bonucci, who had opted for light-green semi-transparent panties and a matching lacy bra.

Obviously, Juliette and her partner Eva could not have imagined that the two military women who brought a parcel and a message for her boss, Diana Bale, a short, busty blonde in her early forties and one of the founders of Modern Valkyries (the other was her cousin, Elizabeth Bale, who was eerily similar to Diana), were impersonators.

Instead of going to Diana Bale’s office, her boss asked the false military women to wait for her in the reception office. Three minutes later, she arrived there. After some brief formalities, Diana Bale opened the parcel, which contained a strange briefcase that emitted a weird greenish glowing, and read the message, which made her smile. Then, she turned to Juliette and Eva and asked them to leave a post-it for the next shift saying that her cousin and the Bravo Team would be back to the headquarters at 11 pm. Diana Bale politely thanked the military women and immediately left the reception office.

The minute her boss closed the door, the two impostors drew their guns to the unsuspecting security guards and forced then to kneel on the floor, so no one could see them through the office’s big window. In a matter of minutes, Juliette and her partner were bound and gagged in their underwear, hidden under the office’s desk, and their attackers had exchanged their military clothes for the Modern Valkyries’ uniforms of their captives.

Juliette could not believe how no one had realised that the women attending the reception were not real Valkyries. Several of their fellow security guards had walked by the reception without noticing anything strange. Even one of their colleagues had waved at the raven-haired impostor!

Their hopes had laid on the arrival of the new shift, but the two impersonators were aware of that too. Their colleagues walked straight into a trap. The two security guards had only time to gasp with surprise at the sight of Juliette and Eva bound and gagged in their underwear under the desk before the two criminals rendered them unconscious using clothes soaked in chloroform.

Speaking of the Devil, a thump coming from one of the office’s cabinets indicated that Juliette’s fellow Valkyries were now awake. The raven-haired criminal noticed it too, so she walked towards there to check on her other two captives. The two security guards were sitting back to back, with their taped hands resting on each other’s laps. Their ankles and thighs were also circled with tape while ballgags silenced their mouths. Bayley Hunt, a short and curvy blonde, wore a sky-blue thong underneath her black pantyhose and a matching lacy bra which hardy contained her A-cups breasts, while a small and pretty Latina named Cory? Consuela? Camila? (Fuck, it was true that they did not know their partners really well, which was not good for a security firm. Maybe if people used the company’s text group for something more useful than sharing memes the situation would be different) had opted for a similar set of underwear: a racy red thong, red semi-transparent bra and black pantyhose.

‘Good morning, sweeties, I hope you feel good after your little snooze. Now, just be quiet in there and things will remain civil. Otherwise I will have to punish you like I did to your friend’. The raven-haired criminal giddily said, pointing to Eva’s dishevelled panties and red ass-cheeks. The two security guards meekly nodded. ‘Good girls’, their captor concluded, before closing the cabinet’s door again.

Juliette wondered what was the criminals’ goal. Why have they attacked them instead of their boss? The other impostor, the one with auburn hair and grey eyes who appeared to be the leader, had left the office shortly after they had captured the new shift of guards, so she was probably doing something nefarious somewhere else. Modern Valkyries had been created a few months ago but, unlike the many all-women security companies that had sprung over the last couple of years, the Bales’ venture had strong investors behind them and their main goal was to work exclusively for the Federation’s army as military contractors (mercenaries some would say). Juliette and the dozens of women who had joined the Modern Valkyries all wore security guards’ uniforms, but they mostly trained at their headquarters or spent a few days in boot-camp from time to time. Therefore, the building was full with armed women, so the impostors could not seriously believe that they could steal anything of value. Maybe it was some kind of industrial espionage from a rival company? In any case, Juliette had other more important issues to think about, such as what she was going to tell to her superiors when they found out how easily she had been subdued and had her uniform stolen.

Several guards walked by the reception but still no one noticed anything out of the ordinary. In the last hour, however, not a single soul could be heard, which was odd, so the captives resigned to their fate. At some point the raven-haired criminal spent some time taking the four Valkyries’ breasts out of their bras and fondling them, but that was because she was bored, not because any of them had tried to raise the alarm.

Currently, the captor was caressing Juliette’s perky breasts and toying with the brunette’s nipples. The raven-haired moved her right hand and started to gently touch the trim of her white bikini panties, saying: ‘You have been a good sport, so maybe I should find a way to reward you’. Juliette gulped, with a mixture of dread, anticipation and curiosity, but the criminal’s advances were cut short by the loud noise of a truck parking outside of the building’s main entrance. It was 11 pm. The raven-haired impersonator sprung to action and took her phone. ‘They are here’, she texted.

‘Yes, things are miles away from being OK’, Juliette thought.

[Torreken]

2
Amanda Thornhill dreamt that she was falling. In her dream, she was wearing the Modern Valkyries’ uniform, a short black skirt, a dark-grey shirt and a black tie, but she had lost her black short-heeled shoes and her clothes were slowly disintegrating for no apparent reason. The fall seemed eternal until, out of a sudden, she quickly woke up, panting with trepidation. Amanda was a short brunette with a cute face full of freckles and a sexy, curvaceous body. She slowly opened her blue eyes and realised that she was lying on top of a big pile of sheets in a small room with high ceilings and a bright light. More worryingly, she noticed that her hands were tied up behind her back and that she could not move her legs because additional rope circled her ankles and thighs. On top of that, a cool chill made her realise with alarm that she was no longer wearing her uniform. Her skirt, her shirt and her tie were gone, so the brunette security guard was only wearing a t-shirt white bra with a small pink ribbon and a Calvin Kleine white thong. Amanda regretted not wearing the optional pantyhose of her uniform that day, feeling her round ass too exposed. She quickly dismissed these thoughts, and started to shout for help, realising with relief and surprise that her mouth was not gagged. The brunette guard stopped just a few seconds later, when she saw that she was not alone in the room.

There were other four women in a similar predicament than Amanda’s. A tall, slim redhead with curly hair and a well-proportioned body covered by freckles and a short, curvy blonde with short hair laid down unconscious in their underwear. Their hands and legs were tied with rope like Amanda’s. Next to them, a scantily clad tall, fit amazon who wore her long brown hair in a ponytail was hogtied with rope. Unlike the first two women, she had her mouth gagged and she was awake. She squirmed with vigour, trying to break free of her bonds, but without making much progress. Finally, there was a familiar face. The brunette security guard recognised Penny Walker, a 5’ 4’’ blonde with kind brown eyes who was part of her unit, sitting on the floor and looking at her kindly. Like Amanda, Penny had her hands and her legs tied with rope, but she had not lost her clothes, at least not completely. Amanda noticed that her blonde colleague’s skirt was missing, so she could admire her toned legs encased in black pantyhose and she caught a glimpse of the black tanga panties she was wearing underneath them. Looking upwards, the brunette security guard noticed that Penny’s shirt had been ripped open and rolled down her arms and that her black tie rested on the blonde’s rotund breasts, which were hardly contained by a sexy lacy black bra which was a size too short.
- ‘Save your breath, no one can hear us’, the blonde guard calmly said.
- ‘Where are we? What is going on?’, Amanda asked with a mixture of alarm and confusion.
- ‘A group of intruders has infiltrated our headquarters, wearing uniforms like ours and, looking at what has happened to us, it seems they need more. What do you remember?’
- ‘Let me think, my head is still spinning. I do not remember anything unusual. I started my shift at the armoury, I was doing inventory and... Oh shit! Now I recall. I felt a sting in my neck, and… I do not remember anything else’.
- ‘I think you and our partners were darted with a small dose of X-564. A potent but short-lasting tranquilizer. Do you remember it from training? We have this kind of dart-guns for future missions overseas. In fact, it is likely that the intruders are using our own weapons’.
- ‘Oh, yeah, I recall now’, Amanda said with consternation. After a brief pause, the brunette guard continued: ‘What happened to you, Penny? And if you do not mind me asking, why did you keep some of your clothes, unlike the rest of us?’.

‘Fair question’, the blonde guard replied with a dry smile. ‘I was in section B, on my way to hand some paperwork, when I ran into who I thought were two colleagues, a short brunette and a tallish cunt whose black hair was peppered with red and blue locks, pushing two big carts full of laundry. I did not know them, but what surprised me the most was that they were doing this kind of chore. Instead of continuing on my way, I was so nosey that I stopped to ask them if they needed any help. They paused for a second and kindly told me to fuck off, which I was ready to do, when, suddenly, our friend here emerged from one of the carts, screaming’, Penny said pointing to the unconscious redhead.

Amanda stared at her redhead partner for a few seconds. She looked familiar, but she did not know her name. The brunette guard had time to admire the redhead’s small but perky tits, covered by a semi-transparent sky-blue bra, and her long, slender legs. She was not wearing any pantyhose, so Amanda could examine her fellow guard’s skimpy, sky-blue panties with detail. Only after a long scrutiny, the brunette guard looked back at Penny and asked her: ‘Why did she wake up? What happened next?’

Penny sighed and continued her story. ‘Don’t you remember from training? Redheads possess a stronger resistance to tranquilizers and anaesthesia in general. That is why our friend woke up so suddenly. X-564 knocks you out immediately but only for 10-15 minutes. Probably the effects wore off faster in her case. Anyway, one of the criminals pressed a cloth soaked of regular chloroform against her face for a very long time, so I think she is going to be asleep for a while now. I started to shout for help but the other impersonator jumped me and pinned me down against the floor. She quickly tied up my hands and ankles with rope. Then, she japed her partner for forgetting to bring ballgags, so she pulled down my skirt, ready to tear it in strips to silence my screams. However, the thugs realised that someone must have heard me, so they ripped off my shirt, for no other reason than to humiliate me, and threw me into one of the carts, landing on top of the now unconscious redhead. Then they quickly took us to the laundry chute and threw the five of us here. Fortunately, the sheets and pillows cushioned our landing.

Amanda anxiously breathed, looking at her partner in shock. After a couple of minutes, she regained her composure and started to inspect the room, noticing a white door. Penny followed the brunette guard’s train of thought. ‘Yes, there is a door right there, but it is Friday evening and the cleaning crew will not come until Monday. In any case, our colleague here would tell you that is not a good idea to go explore in that direction if her mouth was not gagged’, Penny said, pointing to the guard who wore her brown hair in a ponytail.

The blonde guard now focused her attention on the aforementioned colleague. The tall and athletic woman did not resign to her fate and continued to struggle, trying to scape from her bonds. The amazon was arching her back, trying to reach the rope which restrained her ankles with her fingers, but she could not untie the knots. She looked very sexy though. The brown-haired guard was wearing cheeky white panties with a floral imprint and a matching bra. Her B-cup breasts juggled from her squirming while a closer look at the woman’s firm ass showed faint red marks on her butt cheeks.

Noticing that the other two women were talking about her, the brown-haired guard stopped her wriggling and looked at Amanda and Penny, blushing. She tried to tell them something, but the gag made her words incomprehensible. Out of sudden, the tall woman jerked and started to moan while rolling on the floor.

Amanda, with her eyes wide open, turned to Penny and nervously asked: ‘Is she OK?’ Why is she gagged and hogtied?’.

The blonde guard sighed and half-smiling said: ‘She is OK. More or less. Let me explain. Our tall friend was the first one of you who woke up after we landed here. She is incredibly fit and also very stubborn, I will give her that. She managed to stand up and hop towards the door, trying to get help and alert the rest of our fellow Valkyries. However, things did not work out well. After ramming the door with her shoulder for a couple of minutes, two women wearing our uniform opened it, a short strawberry blonde and a Latina with a smug on their faces, but, as you can imagine, those bitches were impersonators too. Although our colleague fought like lioness, she could not do much with her hands and legs tied, so the two criminals easily tackled her to the ground and used a rope to hogtie her. Then, the Latina criminal took off her turquoise tanga panties and stuffed them in our colleague’s mouth, securing them with tape. Not happy with that, the thugs wanted to punish her defiance, so the other impersonator spanked her for a couple of minutes and placed a small vibrator in her, you know, pussy. I think the device works remotely with a phone app, so from time to time, our colleague receives what I imagine is a pleasant buzz.

Their conversation was interrupted when the blonde guard suddenly awoke. Like Amanda, her first reaction was to scream for help, confused and terrified after realising that she was tied with rope and had her clothes stolen. After a few seconds, when she noticed that the other four women seemed to have gone through the same ordeal, she calmed down. Amanda had now time to give the fifth guard a closer look. Her short blonde hair made her look older, but she was probably the youngest of all of them, probably 21 or 22 years old. She had a round face, brown eyes, and she was wearing cute earrings, but the brunette guard’s attention was soon drawn elsewhere. The blonde’s magnificent A-cup breasts were mesmerising, rising and lowering at the rhythm of the guard’s agitated breath, and the lacy burgundy bra which held them made the sight even more alluring. Amanda noticed that her partner’s nipples were erect, which made her think that the blonde guard’s dreams had been far more interesting than her eerily foreboding nightmare. Finally, she looked at the Valkyrie’s round thighs and ass, covered but not hidden by small cheeky burgundy panties and black pantyhose. There was a hole in her tights in the blonde guard’s right ass-cheek, which indicated which part of her body had been hit by the somniferous dart.

The blonde guard introduced herself: she was Tina Vale, and she was the steward of section B of the headquarters of the Valkyries. The tall guard was Patricia Palmer, steward of section A and the officer in charge of teaching the course of self-defence against intruders to the new recruits. Amanda and Penny looked at each other, but they did not recall her. Tina then told them that Palmer was famous because she had worked for Harris Security and had had a few encounters with the infamous criminal Ursula Volkanov, which rang a bell. Penny made a snarky remark about how useful that experience had proven to be today, but Amanda stopped her partner before she went any further.

‘Shit. It is Ursula Volkanov and her team who are breaching our headquarters’, the brunette guard said. ‘I was appointed temporary steward of section D two days ago, and I am pretty sure that our asleep redhead friend here must be the steward of section C.

‘Fuck. No wonder that these criminals can infiltrate in our base wearing our uniforms, we do not know each other!’, Penny interrupted.

Tina then continued Amanda’s reasoning, ‘if you are right, that means that the impersonators now have the master card-keys of every section in our base and they can go whenever they fucking please’. Patricia Palmer shouted, red with anger, but the panties stuffed in her mouth silenced her words. She has already figured that out, and that is why she was so adamant in trying to raise the alarm. Immediately after, another buzz from the vibrator made her twitch with pleasure though.

Amanda looked at her fellow Valkyries and said: ‘I wonder how these criminals got access into the base. I walked by the reception and everything seemed normal’, oblivious of the real situation there. After a brief pause, the three guards who were not gagged said in unison, ‘the fucking emergency door near the kitchen, the one that is always open because people use it to go out to smoke!’. They were right.

[Torreken]

3
‘I will quit smoking, starting tomorrow’, Jocelyn Marshall promised herself while she walked with haste. Jocelyn was a tallish, athletic woman who worked for Modern Valkyries. She did not consider herself pretty, seeing her short brown hair and brown eyes as unremarkable. However, she also had a comely face, perky tits and long, slender legs. The security guard’s unfounded insecurity on her looks and her habit of smoking would coalesce that fateful day with terrible consequences for her and the organisation she worked for.

Her first bad decision was to extend her coffee break for a few extra minutes. She had tried to rush after that, but she was struggling to finish her duties on time. Her timing was always impeccable: she would be done by 12.50, so she would have time to go out for a smoke before the lunch break. This schedule was far from being innocent. She knew that Joanna Lancaster, a gorgeous curvy redhead with blue eyes from section C, would be there. Although the ginger security guard did not smoke herself, she always accompanied her friend, June Towers, a chirpy, short blonde with brown eyes and rotund breasts. Jocelyn always timed it so she would be there before her fellow Walkyries, so she would look casual when the two women arrived. Speaking with other colleagues who were also smoking there helped to ease Jocelyn’s nerves, so the tall guard felt more and more comfortable when speaking to Joanna. She even thought that she was ready to ask her out on a date today.

That is why, when Jocelyn saw that it was already 12.52, she cursed. Their bosses only allowed their employees to smoke in the back of the building, near the dumpsters, so the tall guard realised that if she walked towards the main entrance, Joanna and her friend would arrive to the smoking area before her. Jocelyn feared that being late would make awkward or rushed to ask the redhead on a date, so she made another bad decision. There was an emergency door near the kitchen, which directly led to the smoking area. The bosses had explicitly forbidden the Walkyries to use it with no success. There were no security cameras in that area, which was not a good look for an organisation specialized in that trade, so the guards used it from time to time to leave the premises if they were in a hurry.

Jocelyn then sprinted to the kitchen and, once there, she made her third mistake. She left the emergency door ajar, so she could return to the building without having to walk through the main door and swipe her clearance card near the reception desk. This way, no one would know that she had left the headquarters.

When the tall security guard stepped outside of the building, a jarring scene was taking place in the smoking area. Two scantily clad women laid unconsciously on the floor. A petite brunette with pale skin, who wore a semi-transparent aquamarine bra and matching lacy panties underneath black pantyhose, rested on top of a voluptuous Latina with black, curly hair who was wearing a black thong, which barely covered her round ass, and a matching bra which hardly contained her A-sized breasts. Next to them, two other women were in process of getting changed and looked at Jocelyn with perplexity, wondering how the fuck she had appeared from nowhere. A brown-skinned Latina with brown eyes and curly black hair had just finished buttoning the Modern Walkyries’ grey shirt while showing her alluring meaty legs and big ass only covered by red cheeky panties. The other woman, a short, strawberry blonde with a comely face had decided to start by putting on the uniform’s black skirt, so Jocelyn could see her firm tits only covered by a pink bra. The tall security guard did not know any of the four women (there were so many employees at the company, all of them attractive, that it was impossible to remember everyone!). However, the pile of additional clothes and the two pair of short-heeled black shoes placed near the two unconscious women clearly indicated that the Latina and her strawberry blonde friend were stealing her colleagues’ uniforms.

Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the criminals reacted quicker than her. With astonishing speed, both women reached for their guns and pointed them at the confused security guard, who raised her hands in defeat. After a few seconds, Jocelyn regained her composure and said: ‘I do not know who you are or what do you want to do with those uniforms, but many of my fellow Walkyries will arrive any minute’.

The two criminals laughed. ‘We know. It is actually fortunate that you came, because we are going to use you as bait. Get a cigarette and move over there. Do not do anything funny or bad things will happen to you and your colleagues’, the Latina said, pointing her gun threateningly at her.

Jocelyn had no choice but to obey, so she took a cigarette out of her pocket and tried to remain calm. Thirty seconds later, she saw her fellow Walkyries, Joanna and June, walking towards her. With the corner of her eye, she saw how the two criminals, who had not finished dressing up, hid behind the dumpsters, ready to attack the unsuspecting guards. Jocelyn’s face was trying to alert her two colleagues of their imminent danger, but she did not dare to shout. Consequently, the two criminals easily disarmed the two women and forced them to kneel with their hands on their heads. After that, the strawberry blonde took Jocelyn’s gun and pushed her towards her colleagues, ordering the tall guard to kneel as well. Jocelyn’s face was red with shame, especially when she caught a glimpse of Joanna. The redheaded guard looked at her in disbelief, feeling betrayed.

The two criminals took turns to finish dressing up, so one of them would always keep an eye on the three new captives. Then, they produced several zipties from a backpack, which they used to tie the two unconscious guards’ wrists and ankles. Two big red ballgags were used to silence them. Once the strawberry blonde finished her job, the Latina had a look at her watch and smiled. ‘It seems that no one else is coming for a cigarette before the lunch break, so we have time to spare, ladies. Please, take off your uniforms in turns, starting by you, blondie’, the Latina said pointing to June.

The short, blonde guard sighed and followed their instructions with resignation. She quickly stepped from her shoes, loosened her black tie, unbuttoned her grey shirt and took off her black skirt. She even spun around when the two criminals ordered her to do it, so they could admire her curves better. June looked amazing wearing only black pantyhose, white lacy panties and a matching bra with a cute pink ribbon. Her two impressive breasts were a sight to behold.

Then, it was Joanna’s turn. The redheaded tried to stall, hoping that someone would help them. Therefore, she asked the criminals why did they need additional uniforms and what did they want. Finally, she warned them that the building was full of fellow guards who soon would notice their absence. The two criminals laughed. The Latina then explained that although it was such a cliché for the bad guys to elaborate their plans, she was happy to oblige. They did not know if they needed extra uniforms yet, but they always cherished to see attractive women in their underwear. They actually knew how many guards were in the building, but that did not bother them at all. Finally, the criminal concluded that although two of her friends were already in control of the reception desk, thanks to her friend, the tall brunette, they could now access to the building through the emergency door, which would make their job easier.

Joanna was shocked by the criminals’ audacity and knowledge of their organisation, and then she looked at Jocelyn with incredulity, wondering why she could be such a moron. The tall guard’s face reddened with embarrassment. In a matter of minutes, she looked like a coward and a dumb cow in the eyes of the woman she fancied.

The redheaded guard, defeated and perplexed, quietly took off her clothes. Both criminals whistled when they saw her voluptuous body. Jocelyn also could do nothing but admire Joanna’s round thighs and ass and her juicy breasts. The redheaded guard looked amazing only wearing only white with orange stripes bikini panties and a matching bra, but Jocelyn wished the criminals ordered her to take off her underwear too. Then, Joanna noticed how her colleague was devouring her with her eyes, so she looked at her in disgust. ‘Great, now she thinks that, besides coward and stupid, I am also a lusty bitch’, the tall guard thought.

Jocelyn did not have much time to lament because the criminals looked at her, indicating that she was next. The brunette then noticed her fourth mistake of the day: her choice of lingerie. Hoping that she might go on date later in the evening with Joanna, Jocelyn had chosen her raciest underwear: a lacy black thong and a transparent black bra. The tall guard could only think of how ashamed she would be when someone later found her bound, gagged and in such a state of undress.

Things can always take a turn for the worse though. The two criminals tied the three guards’ wrists and ankles with zipties, but they realised that they only had two ballgags left. As a result, the strawberry blonde produced a small knife and cut Jocelyn’s panties, made then into a ball and placed them in her mouth. Then, she tore June’s black pantyhose and used it to keep the panties in place. As a final touch, the criminal also cut Jocelyn’s black bra, for the sake of consistency she argued, leaving the tall brunette guard bound, panty-gagged and completely naked.

The two criminals carried the two unconscious guards and unceremoniously threw them in one of the two dumpsters. Then, they made Jocelyn, Joanna and June to hop towards the other, taking the opportunity to grope their asses and fondle their breasts, before they threw them in the dumpster with a spank on their butts as goodbye. The three guards were pleasantly surprised to find out that there were no trash bags inside the dumpster.

In the darkness, while her two fellow security guards squirmed and wriggled, trying to break free of their bonds, or at least make noise so other security guards would find them, Jocelyn paused and reflected on today’s events, thinking how things could have turned out differently. However, her train of thought was suddenly interrupted when the two criminals opened the dumpster again. Four other Walkyries, naked, bound with zipties and pantygagged, landed on top of Jocelyn and her two colleagues. The conclusion was self-evident: ‘I will quit smoking, starting tomorrow’, the brunette security guard promised herself.

[Torreken]

4
‘It is all your fault, stupid cow. You should had been more attentive’, Carol Bell said to her partner, Claire Danvers. ‘It is all your fault, bitch. You fought like a pussy’, her colleague retorted. However, none of them could actually understand what the other woman was saying, as both their mouths were ballgagged. The gist of their words and the underlying anger was evident though.

Carol was a short, curvaceous woman in her early twenties with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Claire was a bit older, four inches taller and slightly thinner than her partner. Both were fit and very attractive, so they had joined the Modern Walkyries a few months ago, without thinking that they could be in “such a pickle”, as their unit’s leader, the efficient but gentle Belen Diaz, would euphemistically said.

The Latina, a busty, short woman in her thirties with curly black hair and kind brown eyes, was not in a position to speak though. Right now, she was being pushed inside one locker, bound and gagged with tape while wearing only white bikini panties underneath brown pantyhose and a plain white bra.

Carol and Claire’s situation was very similar. The two women had been stashed in a locker as well, standing face to face, ballgagged and with their hands and ankles restrained with tape. Additional tape had been used to tie them together, circling their legs and chests, so their breasts were rubbing each other’s. They had also lost their uniforms, so they were only wearing their underwear at the moment. Surprisingly, they had opted for a similar choice of lingerie: no pantyhose, black cheeky panties and matching bras.

The two security guards had run into who they thought were another two fellow Walkyries. Although they did not know these women, two short blondes, that was not out of the ordinary, considering the large number of women who worked for the company. Therefore, they were on their back feet when the two impersonators attacked them by surprise, being easily subdued. Although the two fake security guards had already acquired uniforms for themselves, Carol and Claire were forced to relinquish their clothes to their attackers. Two other women, a slim redhead and a tall brunette, then descended from a loose panel of the ceiling and quickly exchanged their white trainers, black leggings and black sweaters for the security guards’ uniforms and shoes.

Carol and Claire could only witness how the four women, wearing the security guards’ uniform, which consisted of grey shirt, black skirt and tie, and short heeled black shoes, lured the rest of their unit, pretending to be fellow Walkyries, and ambushed them. It was nonetheless impressive to see how only four women had been able to defeat eight decently trained security guards. The criminals were finishing tying and gagging the rest of their partners, once they had forced them to strip, when they stopped doing it, staring at the two security guards. Carol and Claire then realised that their yelling, despite being muffled by the ballgags, was louder than they thought, making the fact that they were intensely arguing noticeable to everyone. The guards felt embarrassed when they saw their captors laughing at them. To add salt to the injury, one of the blondes, a young bitch with a smug on her face, then mocked them by saying that they should not be angry considering how bravely they had fought while her hands sensually caressed their bodies.

After stashing the security guards in lockers, the criminals left. Both Carol and Claire shrewdly figured out that they wanted to ambush the next unit, whose training was scheduled after theirs, so they realised that they had some time to try to escape in order to alert the rest of the Walkyries. Noticing that their captors had failed to fully close the locker’s door gave them extra hope.

The two security women did not like each other, but they knew that they had to work together, so they started to wriggle as coordinate as possible. Fortunately, the criminals had been in a rush, so they had taped their wrists in front of them, which made them possible trying to help each other to free their hands. Their efforts were slowly starting to pay off, as they felt their bonds loosening. However, all that squirming had other side effects too. The feeling of their breasts rubbing into each other’s arouse them. Additionally, their attempts to untie their partners’ taped hands also resulted in a lot of accidental touches in the two security guards’ crotches. At some point, Claire noticed that Carol was less interested in her wrists than in her pussy. The short blonde was tugging her black panties with force, and she realised how much it turned her on. The taller guard thought that Carol was a cunt, but she could not but admire the short blonde’s curvaceous body. Therefore, Claire closed her eyes and moved her fingers towards her partners’ crotch. First, she only dared to touch the brim of Carol’s black panties, but then she started to toy with the panties’ black ribbon and later she was caressing the fabric with intentionality. The short blonde, realising that her tall partner was on the same page as her, then slid her hand inside Claire’s panties and started fingering her. The tall guard gladly reciprocated.

Suddenly, the clicking of heels indicated that someone was coming to the locker room, but Carol and Claire, enjoying the moment, did not notice it until someone abruptly opened the locker’s semi closed door, bursting with laughter. The two security guards’ moaning, red faces and dishevelled panties made it impossible for them to hide what they were doing. They had lost track of time, so their attackers had time to come back before they could escape, and they were amused when they heard that their captives had found an interesting way to spend their time.

Red with embarrassment, Carol and Claire saw a line of ten naked women, panty-gagged and with their hands tied behind their backs with rope, being herded to the gym. The two security guards correctly inferred that the other unit had been similarly ambushed and had their uniforms stolen, so no fellow Walkyries was going to rescue them in the near future.

The blonde criminal taunted them some more. ‘I will tie you up in a different way, so you do not try to escape, but do not worry, I will make sure that you can still have some fun with each other’, she promised them. In the blink of an eye, the impersonator replaced the tape for rope and deftly restrained the two security guards. This time, Carol and Claire were tied back to back, with their hands resting on each other’s crotches. The fake security guard winked an eye and blew them a kiss before saying goodbye and closing the locker’s door for real this time.

For a few minutes, Carol and Claire remained still, unable to speak or move because of the embarrassment. However, the short blonde guard took the initiative one more time and started tampering with Claire’s panties once again with her tied albeit deft hands. Soon, her partner did the same and in a matter of a few seconds, the two women started to pleasure each other. Soon after that, the two security guards felt a violent surge as they both orgasmed together.

The two security guards did not have much time to enjoy their climax, as someone opened the locker’s door one more time. Staring at them with perplexity were two fellow Walkyries, Bella Walker, a noisy short brunette with green eyes who tried to be friendly to everyone, and a Latina who they did not know. Her tag read ‘Diaz’, which seemed a big coincidence though.

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5
Bella Walker felt that something was amiss that afternoon, but she could not know exactly what was going on. The headquarters of the Walkyries seemed eerily quiet for a working day, and she had only run into a handful of fellow security guards after the lunch break. The short brunette was attractive and ambitious, but she was not especially fit or intelligent, although she was shrewd, so she soon realised that her chances of promoting in the company were to made herself known to everyone, especially the bosses, and to be friendly to everyone.

The security guard’s ruminations where interrupted when she ran into a fellow Walkyrie, a pretty redhead, who politely waved at her despite being in a rush. Bella smiled and waved back, her friendly attitude being always on autopilot, but then she froze for a second. She had never seen that woman before, which was odd, because she boasted that she knew every security guard who worked for the company, despite being a couple of hundreds of them by now. She would also swear that her tag read ‘Bell’. There was only one woman with that name, Carol Bell, and she was a short blonde. She remembered that clearly because she had made a joke about she being Bell-a, like her, when she met her, but the security guard did not find it funny. ‘The woman who I had just ran into was a redhead. She must be an impostor!’, she thought with alarm and a weird tinge of excitement.

Bella doubted what to do. If she raised the alarm and the redhead appeared to be a new recruit, she would look like a fool or she could even get fired. In training, they had insisted on the danger of having their uniforms stolen by criminals in this line of work. However, it had seemed like fire drills: you were taught what to do, but deep down you knew that it was a pointless exercise because it would never happen in real life. Until now?

The pretty brunette’s internal conflict was quickly resolved when she saw a Latina security guard who wore the epaulette of unit leader on her grey shirt. ‘Diaz! This is perfect: I will tell her what it is going on and she will decide what to do. She is very nice, so I might even get a commendation for my alertness, no matter whether my suspicions are founded or not!’, Bella quickly thought.

‘Ma’am, a moment of your time, please. I have something very urgent to report!’, Bella said, breathing with trepidation.
‘What is going on?’, Diaz asked. The Latina seemed taken aback.
‘I think there is an impersonator in the building. I just ran into a woman wearing Carol Bell’s uniform, but I am sure she is not the real Bell. This woman has red hair, not blonde, and I have never seen her before. My theory is that she attacked Carol and stole her uniform. The reason to do that remains to be determined’, Bella said with surprising aplomb.

Diaz took a few seconds to process all the information received and its implications. ‘Ok, this sounds outlandish, but it is so serious that it cannot be dismissed. Before we do something hasty, we need to confirm if what you say is true’, the Latina answered.

‘I know what we can do. This woman came from the locker room, so we should go investigate there. In training they told us that one of the most common places to hide the victim of a uniform theft is the locker room, so it is likely that we may find the real Carol Bell there, bound and gagged in her underwear’, the brunette guard elaborated, beaming with pride. She did not really think that the lessons received at training were of actual use, but it made her look good to parrot them.

Diaz did not seem completely persuaded by Bella’s argumentation, but after giving it some thought, smiled and agreed to do that. Three minutes later, the two security guards arrived to the locker room. The room was deserted and, at first, it looked quiet, but suddenly they realised that some strange noises came from one of the lockers.

Bella opened the locker’s door and found the real Carol Bell and Claire Denvers, bound and gagged in their underwear. The two women looked mortified: not only they had been found in a such a predicament, after having their uniforms stolen, but it seemed obvious that they had been caught pleasuring each other, instead of trying to free from their bonds. However, the embarrassment soon wore off and the two guards immediately started to shout and whimper, looking at Bella with alarm.

The brunette guard could not hide her excitement. Instead of being worried, she could only feel vindicated and proud of herself. ‘See? I told you that the redhead was an impostor. I know everyone who works for Modern Walkyries’, Bella told to Diaz, who could not hide her own amusement.

At this point, all of Bella’s doubts had been erased, and the brunette guard was full of confidence. ‘Ma’am, I think we should not alert the bosses yet. We should follow the fake security guard to see what she wants. Then, we can apprehend her red-handed’, she said to Diaz. Bella now wanted to take all the credit she could, forgetting her initial caution.

- ‘Don’t you think that we should free our colleagues first?’, Diaz said, pointing to Carol and Claire.
- ‘There is no time for that. Also, I think they will not mind to spend more time together’, the brunette said with a smirk, pointing to the two guards’ dishevelled black panties.
- ‘Ok, but we should first check other lockers. We should not rule out the possibility that this woman has accomplices and there are more impersonators roaming through our headquarters’, the Latina guard answered.

The two women started to open the remaining lockers, realising with astonishment that the reality exceed their expectations. Every time they opened a locker they were greeted by the sight of one, sometimes two, Walkyries bound and gagged in their underwear or fully naked. At one point, Bella found a pretty Latina in her thirties with curly black hair and kind brown eyes, wearing only white bikini panties underneath brown pantyhose and a plain white bra. This gave her pause, and after a few seconds, she looked with terror at Diaz, or the woman she thought it was Diaz, who now looked at her with a wolfish smile.

‘I thought you knew everyone working here’, the Latina impersonator said with delight and scorn.
Looking at the real Diaz, bound and gagged in her underwear, Bella did not know what to say, she could only utter: ‘I am not racist, the two of you look alike, and, and…’.
‘No, we do not, but I guess all the Latinas look similar to white snowflake bitches like you’, the fake security guard said. ‘You know what you have to do next, sweetie’, she concluded, pointing her gun to her.

Bella noticed that all her fellow Walkyries stared at her, enjoying the humiliation of the stupid cow who had not freed them when she had the chance. The brunette guard nervously unbuttoned her grey shirt, revealing a dark green lacy bra. After that, she took off her black tie and grey shirt, although she was forced to remove her bra as well, showing her perky tits. The criminal took a second to admire them and to toy with her light-brown nipples before she ordered Bella to resume the striptease. The security guard then stepped of her black shoes and unzipped her black skirt, peeling it off her slender legs. The brunette was now wearing only dark green lacy panties underneath black pantyhose, but her captor immediately ordered her to remove her last items of clothing, leaving her fully naked. As a final touch, Bella was ordered to take her panties, made them into a ball and put them in her mouth.

The criminal stared at the defeat guard’s body with appreciation before saying: ‘I am in a hurry, and I have no tape or zipties with me now, so we will have to improvise’. Then, she took Bella’s discarded pantyhose and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Immediately after, she tore the real Diaz’s brown pantyhose, revealing the Latina’s enticing round thighs and allowing a better look to her white panties. He used the ruined tights to keep Bella’s panties in her mouth, completing a proper gag.

After a few seconds, the Latina criminal gave Bella a deviant smile. ‘There are no free lockers, so you will have to share it with someone else. I think your blonde friends here would love to welcome you in there’, she said, pointing to Carol and Claire. Before waiting for any response, the impersonator pushed the brunette guard inside the locker before closing the door. Bella thought that her fellow Walkyries would be mad at her, but she immediately felt how two pair of hands started to fondle her ass and to caress her pussy. In a matter of seconds, Carol’s deft fingers have found her pussy and Bella started to moan with pleasure. The brunette guard closed her eyes and thought that now she could start to know who some of their fellow security guards were for real.

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6
The thing that annoyed Monica Finnegan the most of her current predicament was that her friend Mallory Peters was right, and that she would be able to rub it in her face for the weeks to come, saying ‘I told you so’. She could perfectly picture her friend, a pretty, petite brunette with long brown hair and kind brown eyes, saying ‘You never walk last in a line: it is the most dangerous position, so you are the most likely target to be attacked in order to have your uniform stolen’. Both Monica and Mallory had joined Modern Walkyries at the same time and quickly became friends, although they had not showed the same attitude at training. Monica had zero interest in becoming a security guard, but the job paid well for attractive women like herself, a voluptuous brunette with a pixie cut and green eyes, so she saw it as a good opportunity to make some easy money. On the other hand, while being a security guard was not Mallory’s dream job either, she took everything she did very seriously. That is why it was Monica and not her who woke up in the booth of a restroom, bound, gagged and it a worrying state of undress.

Monica only remembered that she was walking behind her fellow security guards, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her from behind and dragged her inside a storage room. She did not have a recollection of her struggle, so she correctly figured it out that the attacker had put her to sleep with chloroform or something similar. Now she remembered studying with Mallory during their training something about X-655, X-654 or X-whatever, a potent but short-effect tranquilizer which could render someone unconscious immediately but only for 10-15 minutes. Probably the attacker had used something like that, because when she woke up, the mysterious woman was still there.

There was not much Monica could do though. When the brunette beauty opened her eyes, she was seating on a toilet, with her hands ziptied behind her back. Her ankles were taped while additional tape circled her chest, above and below her generous breasts, tying her to the toilet’s seat. Speaking of that, her rotund A-size breasts were completely exposed, as her white lacy bra was currently crammed on her mouth, acting as an effective gag. Monica’s black pantyhose had been used to keep her bra on her mouth, so she was only wearing a white thong.

Somewhat surprisingly, her clothes, a grey shirt, a black skirt and a black tie, and her black short-heeled shoes were piled up on the floor. The attacker, a tallish and attractive woman with short, auburn hair and grey eyes was already wearing another uniform of the Walkyries. The fake security guard, noticing her captive’s puzzlement said: ‘I thought you were my size, but actually the uniform of one of your colleagues who works at the reception desk fits me better. Looking closer at you, I now realise that your hips are wider, and your breasts are bigger than mine’s. Not that there is anything wrong with that thought’. To make her point clear, the criminal groped Monica’s round ass and cupped her wholesome breasts. She did not spend much time fondling the bound and gagged security guard though. After checking that her captive was fully secured, she left the booth without even looking at the prisoner for one last time. Monica was surprised that stealing a woman’s uniform looked like routine for the mysterious impersonator.

Once she was alone, Monica tried to escape from her bonds, but soon it was apparent to her that it was impossible: she would have to wait that someone would come and rescue her. By that time, her colleagues should have noticed that the security guard who walked last in the line was gone, or so she hoped.

Monica thought that her prayers had been heard, as she noticed the unmistakable clicking of heels approaching. A few seconds later, the booth opened, raising the security guards’ hopes. However, her expectations of being freed immediately turned to ashes when she saw a short, pretty brunette with blue eyes carrying an unconscious woman, a cute blonde of similar height and complexion, on her shoulder. The captive had her ankles and wrists ziptied and her mouth ballgagged, and she was only wearing grey skimpy panties underneath black pantyhose and a matching lacy bra. Although she did know the blonde woman, it seemed obvious that the woman carrying her had stolen her uniform from her, leaving her bound, gagged and scantily clad. Monica wondered if the unfortunate blonde was walking last in a line like herself too.

The second criminal smiled at Monica and said: ‘Sorry, I did not know that this booth was occupied. I will take your friend somewhere else’. Then, she closed the door. The bound and gagged security guard heard how the impersonator opened another booth, leaving her fellow Walkyrie there.

Ten minutes later, Monica’s heart started to beat faster with anticipation: someone else was coming to the restroom. It was another disappointment for the captive brunette though. A pretty, slim woman with brown skin, big brown eyes and long black hair was dragging another unconscious woman who wore the Walkyries uniform by the shoulders. The victim was a short brunette who wore her hair in a ponytail. This time, Monica recognised her fellow Walkyrie: it was Mary Jane Vechia, a member of her unit who was walking just in front of her when she was attacked. ‘Once I was gone, I guess you had the shortest straw’, the security guard thought.

The impersonator started to undress the unconscious security guard without bothering to look at Monica. In a matter of seconds, Mary Jane was lying on the floor, with her ankles and wrists ziptied and her mouth gagged with tape, wearing only teal-coloured lacy panties and a matching bra. Monica resented that Mary Jane’s captor, unlike hers, had decided that tape would suffice to gag her captive. The brunette kind of wished that her fellow security guard had her panties, or even better, her bra removed and used as a gag. It was not only a question of fairness, having her own juicy breasts exposed, but because now Monica wanted to give a closer look to her colleague’s perky tits. In any case, the Walkyrie did not have much time to enjoy the view, as the second impersonator noticed that Mary Jane was starting to awake from her induced slumber, so she quickly took her to another booth to further restrain her.

In the next two hours, Monica saw half a dozen of different women bringing unconscious fellow Walkyries to the restrooms. Some of them came two or three times, forgetting that she was already there! In the end, the criminals had captured so many security guards that they had to place several women inside each booth. They had also run out of zipties, ballgags and tape in the process. Consequently, Monica was now accompanied by two other security guards. To her left, lying on the floor, there was a tall, slim redhead with green eyes and thousands of freckles whom she did not know. She was hogtied with rope and completely naked, her black panties, matching bra and brown pantyhose used to gag her sensual mouth. To Monica’s right, the brunette guard could see Maud North, a voluptuous blonde with curly hair who was also part of her unit. She stood with her hands tied above her head to a pipe. She had been captured before the redhead, so she got one of the last ballgags and, consequently, she was fortunate to keep her purple lacy panties and black pantyhose. However, her captor, a short strawberry blonde, had taken off her lacy purple bra, so she could admire Maud’s huge tits. Monica did not blame her, and she secretly thanked her for the magnificent view. The two security guards were also awake now, but like the brunette Walkyrie, they were also unable to escape from her bonds.

Suddenly, Monica heard the sound of quiet footsteps approaching. After so many disappointments, she did not want to raise her hopes, but this time it seemed different. Her hunch was correct: Mallory, her friend and fellow Walkyrie, was the one who opened the booth’s door this time.

The petite brunette was shocked to find Monica and two other security guards bound, gagged and scantily clad, so she hesitated what to do and started to speak nervously. ‘Oh my God, Monica! Are you OK? I have been looking for you everywhere. When I noticed that you had disappeared I knew something was wrong. I told you that you should never walk last in a line, they taught us that in training!’, she said with a shaky voice.

Mallory was so nervous that she did not realise that someone was creeping behind her. Monica and the two other security guards started to shout and squirm, but the petite brunette failed to realise her partners’ warnings, unable to understand the muffled words that came from their gagged mouths. Consequently, the criminal who had attacked Monica, the attractive woman with short auburn hair, put a cloth soaked in something similar to chloroform over Mallory’s mouth, rendering the petite brunette unconscious almost instantly.

The fake security guard made a mocking gesture towards Monica meaning ‘that was close, wasn’t it?’ and started to strip Mallory of her uniform. Monica soon forgot about how close she had been to being rescued and focused on her friend’s alluring body. Mallory was a petite brunette with enticing curves: her two firm B-size tits where held by a lacy pink bra with a cute ribbon, while her surprisingly round booty was only partially covered by pink cheeky panties. Monica was also surprised to find that her friend had a small unicorn tattooed in the back of her right thigh.

The criminal showed Monica and the other two guards a roll of duct tape with a ‘look what I found’ smile. Consequently, she used the tape to tie Mallory’s hands behind her back and to gag her. Finally, she sat her on Monica’s lap, tying them together with more tape, and quickly left.

Monica had mixed feelings. On one hand, she enjoyed immensely the feeling of Mallory’s perky breasts rubbing against hers and the smoothness of the petite guard slender legs. On the other hand, she could not wait to tease her friend. ‘Don’t you remember what we learned in training? The first thing you do when you find a fellow security guard bound and gagged in her underwear after having her uniform stolen is to raise the alarm and check the surroundings, looking for potential threats, before trying to free her’, would be the first thing she would tell Mallory once they were rescued.

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7
Valerie McCormack looked at her colleague Victoria Bale with unmitigated hatred. ‘This is all your fault, stupid cow, and you are so dumb lucky that you still have your clothes on’, she thought while her partner was peacefully sleeping.

Valerie was a short and curvaceous redhead who wore her long, luscious hair in a braid. She was 25 years-old, she liked martial arts and she was drowning in college debt, so working for a year or two for Modern Walkyries, the new fancy security company which was becoming the apple of the Secretary of Defence’s eye, seemed like a good move. The redhead security guard did not like her job, but she was actually good at it. In any case, she wanted to prove that her hard-earned degree in Cultural Studies was not worthless, so she did not want to pursue a career in the company, she just tried to remain unnoticed while taking as many extra hours as she could before getting a job in her field. That is why she was doing a double shift that Friday without telling anyone that it was her birthday. Unfortunately for her, someone else knew it.


After lunch, Valerie ran into Victoria Bale, a short, curvy blonde with blue eyes and a perennial smile on her pretty face. Victoria was their bosses’ niece, so she had joined the Modern Walkyries despite being completely useless for the job. The blonde security guard was extremely kind and friendly, which also bothered Valerie, although the redhead recognised that, in this case, she was just being petty. After further consideration, Valerie thought that she actually had reasons to be annoyed for that too, because it was Victoria’s kindness which ultimately got them in trouble.

‘Hi, Val! Happy birthday!’ Victoria said with a shining smile.
‘Hi, Bale. Err… Thank you… But how do you know that today is my birthday?’ Valerie replied.
‘Come on, call me Vicky! I saw it on the company’s profile. Guess what? Today it is my birthday too! That is why I thought we could throw a small party after work. To be honest, my aunties were not really on board, but Melissa, from HR, said that it would be good for morale, so they will let us use the canteen and they will pay for pizzas and cake. I have already told everyone’, the blonde security guard said with chirpiness.

Valerie let it slide that Victoria had accessed to her personal information without permission, but she cursed Melissa. That cunt loved to organise after-work shenanigans but she always checked out at 5 and went straight home. The redhead security guard was going on a date that evening, but she knew that she could not avoid showing up to her own birthday party without looking like an asshole in front of her bosses. ‘I will hang out for a few minutes and discreetly leave when I have the chance’, she thought, unaware of how unfounded her optimism was.

Valerie and Victoria picked up the pizzas and the cake and walked towards the canteen. The redhead saw with surprise that the emergency door near to the kitchen was still open -she had noticed it before, during the lunch break-, but the short blonde said candidly: ‘you know how girls love to sneak out to puff out a smoke, so let’s not tell my aunties; I do not want anyone to get in trouble’. Valerie begrudgingly agreed, but she later regretted not having followed her instincts, because it was them who were going to be in trouble.

Instead of walking straight into the canteen, the two security guards went to the pantry, which Victoria opened with a swipe card. When the two young women found Vanessa Medina, a fellow Walkyrie bound and gagged there, it became evident for everyone that something nefarious was afoot.

Vanessa was a voluptuous sexy Latina in her mid-thirties with curly black hair, big brown eyes and tanned skin. She was sitting on the floor with her hands ziptied to the metallic leg of a big table and her big mouth silenced with a red ballgag. Her right ankle was also ziptied to the table, so her black skirt had rode up her waist, revealing Vanessa’s white lacy panties underneath brown pantyhose. Valerie and Victoria saw that whoever had attacked the Latina guard had time to unbutton the woman’s grey shirt, so the uniform’s black tie rested on Vanessa’s rotund breasts, which were barely held by a lacy white bra.

Victoria gave a startled yelp when she saw their fellow Walkyrie in such a predicament, but Valerie never lost her composure. The redhead quickly covered her partner’s mouth and put a finger to her lips, ordering the blonde guard to be quiet. After a quick inspection, Valerie realised that there was not anyone else in the pantry, so she removed the ballgag from the Latina’s mouth. Consequently, Vanessa quickly explained that she had been attacked by four women who had quickly bound and gagged her before she could raise the alarm.

Valerie assessed the situation and a few seconds later she said to the Latina: ‘I will go to the kitchen to see if the women who attacked you are still there. Maybe I can find something to cut those zipties’. Then, turning to the shaken Victoria, she continued: ‘I see that you did not bring your weapon with you. That is fine. I need you to run and alert our bosses that we are being under attack’. The blonde nervously nodded and immediately left, but only after clumsily stepping into a wooden stool, which made Valerie to roll her eyes in frustration.

The redhead drew her gun and quietly opened the door which led to the kitchen. There, two women who wore white trainers, black leggings and black sweaters were pointing their weapons to three Walkyries, who kneel on the floor with their hands on their heads. Valerie moved with stealth and caught the two criminals by surprise, ordering them to threw their guns on the floor before turning to her. Unfortunately for the redheaded guard, it was a ruse. The infiltrators had heard the commotion created by Victoria in the pantry, so they had set an ambush for her. A third criminal was hiding and she attacked Valerie by surprise, pressing a cloth soaked in something akin to chloroform to the redhead’s face.

Valerie quickly realised that she was in utter disadvantage, so she did not try to fight her attacker. Instead, she timed her breathing, trying to inhale as less of the poisonous fumes as possible. Being a redhead, Valerie had soon learned that she had a natural resistance to all kinds of anaesthesia. This was not useful when having your wisdom teeth removed, but it would be crucial in a situation like this. The security guard recognised the distinct smell of X-564, a potent but short-lasting tranquilizer, so she knew that if she limited her exposure to it, she would wake up in a brief time, potentially catching the criminals by surprise.

The redheaded guard did not fully lose consciousness, but she closed her eyes and fell into a profound stupor. Valerie did not know how much time had passed, but at some point, she realised how someone carried her on her shoulder and then placed her on the floor again. The redhead regained her senses while someone was undressing her, but she pretended to be unconscious for a little longer. The security guard felt how deft finger loosened her black tie and quickly unbuttoned her grey shirt, revealing her pale and juicy breasts, only covered by a lacy black bra. Her attacker, a short, pretty brunette with brown eyes who wore her hair in a ponytail, rolled her to take off her shirt and that is when Valerie realised that it was her chance to strike. With a sudden move, she elbowed the unaware brunette on the stomached and immediately punched her face, knocking her out. Hastily, she took a ziptie that was going to be used to restrain her, and used to tie her captor’s hands behind her back. Valerie did not have time to further restrain her attacker, in case she regained her consciousness, because the criminals had used the past few minutes very effectively.

Valerie was back in the pantry, but this time, there were more fellow Walkyries besides Vanessa bound and gagged there. Moreover, most of them were not that lucky and had had their uniforms stolen. Next to Vanessa, another curvy Latina with dark-blonde hair and brown eyes sat with her mouth ballgagged and her hands ziptied to another metallic leg of the same big table, wearing only light-green lacy panties underneath brown pantyhose and a matching bra. Besides them, two attractive blondes of similar complexion and height sat on the floor back to back, with their mouths ballgagged and their ziptied hands resting on each other’s lap. Valerie recognised both of them. The blonde with green eyes, a small cute nose and a face full of freckles was Mackenzie Woods, who was only wearing black cheeky panties and a matching black bra. The other blonde, who had brown eyes and a rounder face, was Autumn Quagmire, and she had opted for a white bra and a matching thong underneath black pantyhose.

The redheaded guard stared to the two blondes’ enticing breasts for a few seconds before realising that someone else was there. Victoria Bale was seating on a corner, with her hands tied behind her back and a big purple ballgag covering her mouth, which meant that the fourth criminal had captured her before she could raise the alarm. Valerie noticed with surprise that the useless blonde had managed to keep her uniform.

Valerie realised with dread that the criminals had locked the pantry’s main entrance, so the only exit was through the kitchen. After a quick search, she confirmed that there was nothing she could use to cut her fellow Walkyries’ zipties, so Victoria, who was restrained with rope, was her only help. After a moment of hesitation, the redheaded guard decided to free her mostly useless partner, a decision who would regret ruefully very soon.

Once again, Valerie sneaked into the kitchen, where she saw the three remaining criminals, now wearing the Walkyries’ uniform, which consisted of grey shirt, black skirt and tie and black short-heeled shoes, doing something indeed nefarious. The redheaded guard noticed a big jar of X-564, so she correctly figured out that the attackers, who were busy working on the kitchen’s sinks, planned to spike the water with that narcotic in order to knock out a score of security guards quickly and easily. Valerie also saw a gun on a table, not far from her reach, so she ordered Victoria to grab the X-564 while she moved stealthily towards the weapon.

Valerie’s plan failed spectacularly though. Victoria grabbed the precious jar of X-564 but, unfortunately, she immediately sneezed, dropping it to the floor. The noise alerted the criminals, who turned their backs before Valerie could take the gun. ‘You, stupid cow, what the fuck do you think you were doing?’ she cursed, but by now Victoria had inhaled a lot of X-564 and was lying on the floor, unconscious and unable to hear her partner’s rant.

Two impersonators quickly went to check on the rest of the captives while the third one watched Valerie, who kneeled on the floor, with her hands on her head, now completely defeated. Soon after, the brunette criminal who had been attacked by Valerie re-joined her friends and looked at the redheaded guard with a smirk. ‘I thought you had dyed your hair red; I did not realise that you were a natural. My bad. Hopefully I have time to give you a proper look later’ she ominously said. It was obvious that Victoria’s uniform was a better fit for the criminal, but it was Valerie who was ordered to strip of her clothes.

That is why, at present, Valerie was lying on the kitchen’s floor, hogtied and with a big purple ballgag parting her luscious lips, while Victoria slept peacefully because the criminals, knowing that she would be unconscious for many hours, did not bother to tie her up or to gag her. To add salt to the injury, Valerie was only wearing a skimpy black thong, lacy black bra and black garters and stockings. The redhead had a date after work, so she had chosen her raciest lingerie, unable to imagine that she would be found bound, gagged and in such a state of undress later. The involuntary responsible of her predicament, on the other hand, kept all her clothes. Valerie could only get a glimpse of Victoria’s red panties underneath her black pantyhose because the blonde’s black skirt had slightly ridden up her toned and enticing thighs, but she hoped that, sooner or later, the criminals would strip of her clothes. ‘It is only fair’, the redhead thought, although part of her now wished to have a close look at Victoria’s big boobs and round ass out of lust, not a twisted sense of justice.

The criminals, however, had other plans for the near future though. They had no time to find additional X-564, so they decided to use a more traditional way to take care of the unsuspecting security guards who soon were going to arrive for the birthday party. The idea was quite simple: using their acquired uniforms, they would lure the Walkyries one by one or in small groups to the kitchen, where they would take care of them.

Valerie overheard the criminals’ plan and found it outlandish. ‘There is no way that no one notice that these women are impersonators or the steady disappearance of security guards as the party progresses’, she thought with confidence. Her hopes of being rescued raised when she noticed the loud noise coming from the canteen, where at least two dozen of women could be heard. However, she was soon proved wrong.

Five minutes after the party started, Valerie saw how a petite blonde with brown eyes and a comely face whom she did not know walked into the kitchen, only to be immediately knocked out with a deft blow to her head. In a matter of seconds, the criminals took off the guard’s clothes, although they did not need them, so the redheaded guard could admire the blonde’s shapely body and nice set of underwear: skimpy blue panties and matching t-shirt bra.

Soon after that, two short brunettes, Maddison Parker and Helen Reeds, only had time to stare at Valerie and the rest of captured guards with surprise before being rendered unconscious. This time, the criminals pinched the guards’ necks with uncanny ability. Likewise, in the blink of an eye both guards had their uniforms stolen so Helen, the shorter brunette, laid on top of Maddison wearing only dark-brown bikini panties and a matching bra. The taller brunette had chosen a more comfortable set of underwear: a black Clavin Kleine thong and a grey sports bra. Valerie found them both very attractive, in any case.

After a while, the situation looked surrealist, almost comical, to Valerie. Twenty-six bound, gagged and scantily clad security guards were piled up in five heaps, lying on top of each other. The criminals had started to tie and gag them because some of them were regaining consciousness and, running out of ballgags, they had to start using the most unfortunate guards’ panties and pantyhose as gags. The redhead could not believe what she was witnessing, although part of her was now enjoying the situation more than she dared to admit. The brunette criminal, still resentful with Valerie for knocking her out, took some liberties with her, but the redheaded guard was starting to be turned on by the situation, so she only presented a perfunctory resistance to the impersonator’s advances. The fake security guard lowered Valerie’s bra and started to fondle her big breasts. Then, her tender hands started to caress her legs, counting her freckles, before grabbing her ass with fruition.

However, the brunette criminal suddenly remembered Victoria. Valerie looked with anticipation how the woman who had stolen her uniform was now walking towards the blonde guard, her intentions clear as crystal. However, one of the other criminals stopped her: ‘I just got a text from reception. It is 11 pm. They are here. We have to move’. Consequently, the four fake security guards left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving a perplexed Valerie, who could only stare with hatred at Victoria’s angelical face while the blonde guard, unaware of lucky she was, continued to sleep peacefully.

[Torreken]

8
Meadow Corradi could not but witness with awe, and a tinge of admiration, the drama which unfolded at the headquarters of the Modern Walkyries. The buxom, curvy raven-haired beauty with curly hair, olive-coloured skin and big brown eyes who worked for the Federal Agency of Investigation was in the building alongside her partner Clarice Hawk, a pretty, slim blonde in her mid-twenties, with medium-length hair and green eyes. Both federal agents were currently bound and gagged in their underwear, but everything was going according to their plan.

Their boss, Lydia Wallace, with the help of her partner, Sonia Hernandez, had devised a bold, crazy plan to arrest Ursula Volkanov. And it was working. After the daring heist at the mansion of Senator Claire Cummings, the federal agents had realised that Nadia Volkanov, the reputed criminal’s younger sister, was no longer a straight citizen. Instead of arresting her, they had followed her steps until she contacted her older sister. Ursula was not happy, but she had acknowledged that once Nadia had become a criminal, it was better that she joined her team. The secret agent did not appreciate that her own employer, Mr. I, was the one who had dragged her younger sister into a criminal life, but she knew that, in the end, it was mostly her fault for not being present in her times of need. On the other hand, both Ursula and Mr. I had realised that the criminal and her team were now very well known, so they needed to expand their crew in order to continue their increasingly bold operations. Consequently, they had started to recruit young women who, like Nadia Volkanov, were in the need of money and felt unfairly treated by the system. Mr. I was a kingpin, but he happily disguised his ambitions as part of a political agenda which aimed to right everything which was wrong in the country. That is why attacking the headquarters of the Modern Walkyries could be seen as an act of justice, especially because it was rumoured that this security firm, which was about to become a military contractor for the government, was developing new and dangerous weapons that would be used overseas against innocent people. Ruining the reputation of this company would incidentally torpedoed the political career of Secretary of Defence Rodrigo Guzman, who was polling high in the imminent presidential primaries of his party and was a declared enemy of Mr. I. Just a happy coincidence though.

This time, Lydia Wallace and her team had the upper hand over Ursula Volkanov, so they decided to let the criminals attack the headquarters of the Modern Walkyries and arrest them red-handed without telling anyone who could alert Mr. I, like last time. Thanks to her superior’s carte blanche, Wallace had recruited a force of 150 women from local police stations and SWAT teams who did know anything about the mission, just that they had to follow orders. Even more boldly, Lydia Wallace had ordered two of her agents, Meadow Corradi and Clarice Hawk, to infiltrate the Modern Walkyries without telling anyone.

The two federal agents had done what her boss had predicted that Ursula would do first: infiltrate the building through the ventilation system and take control of the security cameras’ room. Therefore, Agents Corradi and Hawk had broken into the building before the criminals, so they reached the security camera room and attacked the two security guards who manned it by surprise. The federal agents did not want to hurt the unfortunate women, so they had opened a panel from the ceiling in order to throw a smoke bomb with a somniferous gas, rendering them unconscious in a matter of seconds. Meadow and Clarice then descended from the ceiling and stripped the two Walkyries of their clothes. The two security guards, a pretty, slim and short raven-haired who wore bright orange lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and matching lacy bra, and a voluptuous blonde Latina who had opted for a black thong and matching semi-transparent bra, were tied up with tape back to back inside a small storage room with their hands resting on each other’s laps. Additional tape was used to gag them and to blindfold them, as an extra precaution so they could not recognise their attackers. They could get into a lot of trouble if the Agency found out what they had done, but if they managed to arrest Ursula Volkanov, everything would be forgotten and their career’s prospects would skyrocket.

Once they had taken the security guards’ uniforms, Meadow and Clarice only had to wait for the inevitable. An hour later, the inevitable happened. the busty brunette agent felt a sting on her right thigh, which brought her unpleasant memories, noticing that she had been hit by a dart before falling unconscious. Immediately after, her blonde partner was hit on the neck by a dart as well, joining her fellow federal agent in dreamland.

Meadow was the first to wake up and, after a few seconds to regain her senses completely, she realised that only 15 minutes had passed since the attack. The situation had completely changed in that time though. The brunette had lost her clothes and she was now sitting on a swivel chair wearing only lacy purple panties underneath black pantyhose and a matching lacy bra. Her hands were taped behind her back and additional tape had been used to gag her and to restrain her ankles, thighs and waist, making it impossible for her to stand up from the chair. This was additionally difficult because Clarice was sitting on her lap. The blonde agent had obviously lost her clothes as well, so she was only wearing white bikini panties and a matching t-shirt bra with a cute pink ribbon. Like her partner, she was bound and gagged with tape and unable to move.

The two federal agents saw with respite that, as predicted, it was Sally Perkins and another woman whom they did not know, an attractive, curvy brunette who wore glasses, those who had stolen their uniforms and they were now in control of the security cameras’ room. The blonde criminal and her partner, clearly a new recruit, did not know that they were actually federal agents, not security guards, and, unlike other members of the team like Zoe Valdés and Susan Dickinson, Sally did not enjoy taking advantage of their captives. Meadow and Clarice’s main concern was therefore that their attackers found out that they were not Walkyries. Fortunately for them, the criminals had no time to spare, so they had not opened the storage room where the two real security guards were bound and gagged in their underwear. Nevertheless, Meadow thought that it was somehow a pity that the irony (and implications) of stealing the uniforms from impersonators who actually wanted this to happen was lost on their attackers.

The brunette federal agent had a first-row seat to Ursula Volkanov’s daring raid on the headquarters of the Modern Walkyries. Looking at the security cameras, Meadow saw how the criminal and her large team captured scores of security guards with surprising ease. The cherry on top happened at 11 pm. Two trucks carrying more than 50 security guards were easily ambushed at the building’s entrance. All the criminals were waiting for the trucks, heavily armed and wearing the Walkyries’ uniform, which consisted of grey shirt, black skirt and tie and black short-heeled shoes, but all those precautions were, in the end, superflous, and it was not necessary for the criminals to pretend to be security guards. Ursula threw a smoke bomb with a potent somniferous inside each truck, rendering all the women unconscious with ease, which looked somehow anticlimactic after all the criminal’s previous actions.

Meadow then watched how the criminals parked the two trucks and methodically dragged the unconscious Walkyries inside the company’s big warehouse. Diana Bale, the Modern Walkyries’s founder and CEO, witnessed the last act of the drama but there was nothing that she could do. The blonde woman was hanging upside-down from the warehouse’s ceiling, her mouth ballgagged and her hands and ankles tied with rope while wearing only white panties, brown stockings and a lacy white bra who had been lowered to reveal her meaty breasts. The federal agent could not appreciate it through the security feed, but a vibrator had been placed inside Diana’s pussy, which sent pleasant waves only to stop abruptly after a few seconds, teasing the blonde boss with an ungraspable orgasm.

Elizabeth Bale, who was in one of the trucks, suffered the same indignity as her cousin, so she was soon hanging upside-down, bound and gagged in her underwear. Surprisingly, she had opted for similar underwear, consisting of white panties, brown stockings and a lacy white bra, but unlike her cousin and co-CEO, she was unconscious to realise what was going on at their company’s headquarters. Meanwhile, the 50 security guards were completely stripped of their uniforms, using their panties as gags (the criminals made it sure that no one got her own panties), and tightly hogtied.

This was the moment Meadow and Clarice had been waiting for: they were finally alone and all the criminals were gathered together in one place, so they could be arrested before they had a chance to escape. Knowing that they would be bound and gagged when that moment arrived, they had taken extra precautions, such as hiding several ‘alarm buttons’ in the room, which only needed to be pressed to alert their boss, Agent Wallace. They had also left scissors, cutters and sharp knives in strategic hideouts, just in case. Reaching the alarm buttons proved harder than anticipated though.

Each of the federal agents had hidden an alarm button inside their panties, so Clarice moved her hands, trying to grasp Meadow’s. The blonde agent managed to pull down the trim of the brunette’s dark pantyhose and started touching her partner’s crotch, but it proved excruciatingly difficult to put her fingers inside the panties having her hands bound with tape behind her back. When she did, Meadow was so excited with the unwitting exploration on her private parts, that she could not prevent squirming, which made Clarice to drop the precious button to the floor when she had finally picked it up with two of her fingers. Panicking, the two federal agents violently swerved in order to fall to the ground and reach the damned device. After thirty seconds which seemed eternal, Meadow managed to press the alert button with the tip of her nose, sighing with relief.

The silent images provided by the security feed looked beautiful to the federal agents, who played epic soundtracks in their heads when they saw tens and tens of heavily armed policewomen swarm the building. The criminals, caught completely by surprise, could only surrender if they did not want to be shot. Meadow was elated: ‘We did it, the plan worked’, she shouted to Clarice, although the ballgag which covered her mouth made her words unintelligible. However, the brunette agent suddenly realised with alarm that Ursula Volkanov was not in the warehouse. In the seconds they had spent trying to reach the alarm button, the criminal with short, auburn hair and grey eyes (this time) had left the warehouse to retrieve something from Diana Bale’s office: a mysterious suitcase. When the police irrupted in the building, Ursula realised that she could not help her friends and her only option was to escape. She had an advantage of a few seconds, but that was more than enough for a professional uniform-stealer like her.

Meadow followed Ursula’s escape thanks to the security cameras, but she was unable to do anything to stop it. The criminal first jumped into an unsuspecting woman of a SWAT team. With only two punches, she was able to leave her unconscious, stealing her dark-blue cargo pants, matching shirt, Kevlar, black boots, black helmet and her automatic rifle. The cop, a tallish, cute brunette who wore her hair in a ponytail was tied to a radiator with one of her own zipties, wearing grey bikini panties, a matching bra and only one sock because Ursula had used the other to gag her.

Ursula then merged with the rest of the SWATs, who by now were looking frantically for the missing criminal, and was able to leave the building discreetly. Once outside, one last security camera allowed Meadow to see Ursula’s successful escape. The criminal found a rookie cop who was guarding the police cruisers at the entrance, a pretty, short and busty blonde whose uniform consisted of navy-blue skirt, white shirt, a black tie, navy-blue cap and black short-heeled shoes, and forced her to undress at gun point. The blonde, now wearing only black cheeky panties and a matching lacy bra, was forced to use her own handcuffs on her. Ursula gagged her with her tie and locked her on one of the cruises’ trunks. Then, she broke into another police car, and started it with surprising ease. Two minutes later, she drove away from the headquarters of the Modern Walkyries.

At the same time, Lydia Wallace and Sonia Hernandez irrupted in the security cameras room. Both agents were sharply dressed, wearing short heeled boots, short black skirts, white blouses and blazers (Lydia’s was blue while Sonia’s was red), although Meadow and Clarice, still lying on the floor, could also get a peak of her fellow agents’ up skirts: Lydia’s was wearing yellow cheeky panties underneath black pantyhose while Sonia had opted for a racier choice: a red thong and black garters).

With just one look, Agent Wallace knew what has happened, but she still muttered sombrely: ‘Is she gone?’. Meadow and Clarice nodded in defeat. The brunette cursed loudly while her Latina partner violently slammed her fist on a table. However, some worrying noises coming from the storage room alerted the federal agents: the security guards were now awake, so it was better to leave before someone found out how far the Federal Agency of Investigation was ready to go in order to capture Ursula Volkanov and her team. The criminal’s friends were now in custody, but Lydia Wallace and her team did not feel victorious. They also knew that they would have news from Ursula very soon and that they would not be good.

[rufusluciusivan]

Eight stories for the price of one. A good way to celebrate your return.

I love the concept. Of course, scenes written from the POV of the guards aren't unheard of on this board, but entire stories written from the POV of guards is new - or at least very very rare. (I don't recall one, though I suppose there probably is a few I didn't remember.)

This feels a bit like a "best-of" of guards-related USB situations. We get aftermaths, and guards being captured. We get guards in lockers, guards in a cabinet, guards under the reception desk, guards in a storage room, guards grabbed when they're at the end of the line, guards in toilet booths, guards bound together in a locker, guards bound together with one on the other's lap, guards piled up... Guards everywhere! Guards are not my favorite kind of damsel, but it's still fun. And for those who consider guards their favorites, this will probably be akin to a treat.

Always nice to see a lot of bondage and underwear-clad damsels.

(Sometimes the "sexual content" is a bit too explicit, but that's just me.)

Story 1 did a good job telling a uniform stealing ploy through the eyes of the first guard of the compound being mugged. I regret a little the story doesn't follow its gimmick all the way through - since we learn some information Juliette shouldn't know (the accurate description of Sgt Felicity Hayman and Pvt Micaela Bonucci's predicament) - because otherwise the one-shot did a good job keeping things from Juliette's limited POV, therefore she doesn't know much of the ploy's goal and watched powerlessly two of her colleagues neutralized before they could help her and her partner. Well, only a little, since we hear of two lovely trussed up military damsels .

Love the conversation between Penny and Amanda in Story 2 as they discuss what happened to them and why the events played out as they did.

Story 3: Of course there'd be a smoke break at one point...

Story 4: Guards arguing with each other (even gagged) surprisingly isn't a situation that popped up so often now that I think of it. Though I have to say, it leads to an interesting climax... A bit too explicit to my taste, but I won't deny it was an interesting development...

Story 5 made me realize there was still some connection between the stories. Loved the moment Bella realizes "Diaz" is an impostor.

Story 6: That meta comment about a guard commenting one should never be last of the line is perfection.

Story 7: Maybe features the best "dumb guard mistake" I've ever read - dropping the knock-out drug...

Story 8: The mandatory story which wraps up everything and shows the purpose of the entire operation. I loved the reveal it was one huge set-up by the Federals to capture the team of infiltrators.

Though Ursula herself managed to escape. I loved the concept that the two federal agents were able to watch everything throught the cameras, but unable to do anything.

Great story for your return to sum up.

[esercito sconfitto]

Torreken, I am speechless... I don't remember anything like this from the times of the stories presented by Dave Dorc