Touch That Phone and You're Dead, Bitch!
A stern voice shouted from behind the guard.
She froze and carefully turned her head to see who was there.
"Drop your weapon!" the voice ordre
Move Over Here
With a gun pointed at her, the guard put up her hands and followed instructions. She had no choice.
What Do You Want?
The frightened young guard tried to question the intruder.
But with a pistol leveled at her back she could do little but obey the woman.
If only she could stall for time as surely more security guards must be on the way
Remove Your Uniform
After forcing the captive guard into a utility corridor and further into the laboratory, the intruder finally ordered her to stop and turn around.
"Quickly," she ordered, motioning at the frightened prisoner, "Remove your uniform."
The stunned guard at first hesitated and started to plead, "What are you going to do?"
Growing visibly angry, the intruder again demanded, "remove your uniform, NOW!!"
The guard knew she had no choice but to do as she was told.
The Guard Removes Her Uniform
Standing nude facing the killer, her uniform laying on the floor around her, the young woman feels terrified and vulnerable. When will more guards arrive? They must have dispatched more troopers to the lab by now!
She had to find a way to delay the intruder to give her comrades more time to find her. What could she do?
What's Your Pleasure?
Having no other option, the guard uncovers her nude form and smiles at the gun wielding woman.
"I'm yours to command, " she said in her sexiest voice as she moved forward. "What would you like me to do for you?"
