“Hey, toss me another beer.”
Fleur, a tanned busty woman with long blonde hair, snorted from where she lounged on the outdoor couch. “Get it yourself, May.”
May, an ebony-skinned woman with shoulder-length black hair, made a face. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, then rose up off the seat she was in. “You’re a real jerk, Fleur, you know that?”
Fleur stretched her long legs languorously on the couch. “Whatever, May. Chahal’s not paying me to make friends.”
“Grow up, you two.” Another woman, this one with freckled skin and short chestnut hair, sloshed around to the edge of an infinity pool that lay on the back end of the yacht’s deck. “Do you know how tiresome it gets listening to your bickering all day long?”
“No one asked you, Lola,” May snapped. She shouldered her submachine gun, then strode across the deck towards a nearby cooler filled with drinks. As she walked her magnificent body was on full display, barely covered by the skimpy bikini she wore.
All three women wore bikinis, and all three were incredibly gorgeous. The massive yacht they were on bobbed softly up and down on the blue water. The sun was just starting to go down in the west, giving a soft red glow to the horizon. The lights of Lakeside City were already beginning to show across the water.
May grabbed a can of beer and opened it right over Fleur, spraying her with the frothy head.
“Son of a—” Fleur blurted. She almost fell off the couch. “What the hell was that for?”
“For being a jerk,” May said with a satisfied smile. She took a sip of the beer and turned back towards her chair. “Maybe next time you’ll listen when I ask you to hand me something.”
Fleur wiped the beer off her sweetly-curved form. “Chahal isn’t paying me enough for this,” she muttered.
“Oh, he’s paying us plenty,” May said with a laugh. “You just need to learn some manners, honey.”
Fleur’s face darkened. She sat up on the couch.
“Hey,” Lola said, sticking her face up over the edge of the pool and wiping the water from her eyes. “Did you guys hear something? Like a splashing or something?”
May rolled her eyes and sat back down in the chair. “You’re joking, right? The only splashing I hear is you swimming around, doll.”
“It came from below,” Lola said. She swam to the other side of the short infinity pool. “Didn’t sound like a wave. I can’t see the swim platform from here.”
Fleur sighed heavily. “Oh, whatever. I’ll check it out.” She got to her feet, stretching her arms over her head. She snatched a submachine gun that lay on the couch beside her. “Don’t bother getting up or anything, May.”
“I wasn’t intending to,” May responded with mock sweetness. She lifted her beer. “You have fun now.”
Fleur rolled her eyes. She stepped over to the stairs that lay on each side of the deck and headed down to the yacht’s lowest level. She moved down the steps, her submachine gun dangling loosely in her hands.
Below was the swim platform, the lowest portion of the stern where small boats and jet skis could be launched and recovered. Here the level of the deck was barely above the water. The platform itself was about six feet wide, ending in doors that led to a boat and equipment storage room. All of it was out of sight of the deck above where May and Lola were.
Fleur looked around with a bored expression. There was nothing here. Some water was splashed around the platform, sure, but it wasn’t uncommon to get some water on the swim platform, especially when the lake was rough.
Fleur was about to move on when she noticed something odd in the water just off the stern. She frowned and moved closer, raising her submachine gun out of habit. Ever so slightly, she peered over the edge of the platform.
There were two black scuba flippers floating in the water.
Fleur’s eyes widened. She started to turn.
A damp cloth was smashed over Fleur’s pretty face just as a strong arm wrapped around her arms and waist. She felt herself dragged backwards. A reeking smell filled her nostrils, burning her nose and mouth.
“Shh,” Night Raven whispered into the sexy guard’s ear. “Just breathe.”
Fleur kicked and twisted, grunting into the damp cloth. She gasped in a lungful of chloroform before she knew what she was doing. Her head immediately began to spin. Her body felt heavy, uncoordinated.
“That’s right,” Night Raven said soothingly. She pulled the bikini-clad blonde further back against the half-open door to the boat storage. “Just go to sleep like a good little girl. There we go.”
Fleur gave a confused moan. Her sexy body pulled weakly against Night Raven’s hold, then slumped back against her. Her eyes began to roll shut, her legs buckling underneath her.
Night Raven caught the woman as she collapsed, lowering her gently to the deck. She stroked the guard’s long hair, keeping the chloroform cloth firmly over her face. She had to admit, for all the times she had been chloroformed herself she had rarely done it to someone else. Night Raven could definitely see the appeal. She was starting to get more than a little aroused herself at the way the beautiful guard was fading away in her arms.
Fleur gave one last soft sigh, then went limp. Her body relaxed into a naturally sexy position, half on the deck and half against Night Raven.
Night Raven held the cloth in place a few more seconds, then removed it from the slumbering guard’s face. “Sweet dreams,” she said with a smile. On impulse, she gave the limp girl a kiss on her cheek.
Fleur didn’t respond. She was completely out.
Night Raven dragged the woman’s body back into the boat room and laid her down behind two jet skis, out of sight. An oxygen tank and diving mask, both dripping wet, lay nearby. Night Raven started to rise, then stared down at the helpless girl curiously.
“Those can’t be real…” Night Raven murmured enviously, her eyes on the blonde’s ample bosom. She reached down and squeezed one of the sleeping girl’s breasts. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”
Night Raven stood, tucking the chloroform-soaked cloth back into her belt pouch. Instead of her usual costume, she wore a full-body skin-tight black neoprene wetsuit with the red Raven symbol on the chest. The shoulders and collar of the wetsuit were red, and red lines ran down its legs and arms. A red waterproof utility belt hung low on her hips, and similar waterproof red domino mask was on her face. She wore a black diving hood that left only her face visible. Her feet, shorn of the flippers, were barefoot. On her hand were fingerless red gloves, and dart tubes on her wrists. She was still dripping wet from the lake, droplets running down her neoprene wetsuit onto the deck.
Night Raven hurried back onto the swim platform, and then crept up one of the side staircases towards the upper deck. In the west, the sun was just starting to turn red as it sank below the horizon. She didn’t have much time.
“What took you so long, Fleur?” May started to say. “I thought you’d never—” She saw Night Raven and stopped mid-sentence, then lunged for the gun beside her.
Night Raven lifted her wrist. There was a soft pffft and a dart flicked through the air. It stuck neatly in May’s neck.
The ebony-skinned guard gave a surprised gasp. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped back into her chair with a grunt, her legs and arms spread wide.
Lola stared in surprise over the edge of the infinity pool. She darted for a holstered pistol by the pool’s entry stairs, dangling on the support rails.
Night Raven dove over the edge of the pool, tackling the shapely brunette in the water.
The two girls splashed and struggled, wrestling in the churning water. There was a wild tangle of arms, kicking legs and twisting bodies.
After several confused seconds Night Raven finally got behind the girl. She locked her arms around the brunette’s neck in a sleeper hold, wrapping her legs around her mid-section.
“Get…off…” Lola gasped. She grabbed at Night Raven’s powerful arms, trying to wrench them free.
“It’s all right,” Night Raven said between sputters, spitting chlorinated water out of her mouth. “Just relax and go to sleep.”
“Don’t…you…” Lola began to slow, her fighting growing sluggish and her body growing weaker.
“Donnn’t…” Her arms dropped to her sides, splashing down into the water.
“There we are,” Night Raven purred. She glanced out on the deck, scanning for more guards, but there was only May splayed out on the deck chair, sound asleep.
Lola moaned softly. The fight had almost completely left her. She floated in the water now, her supple body relaxed back against Night Raven. Her bikini top had come loose, and one of her perky breasts had popped free.
“Good girl,” Night Raven breathed. She applied more pressure to the sleeper hold. “Time to sleep now.”
Lola gave one last little shudder, then went completely heavy and limp in the water.
Night Raven held the sleeper hold a few more seconds, then released.
Lola was out cold, her mouth slightly open and her body unresisting.
Night Raven grabbed the guard under the arms and dragged her to the pool’s edge. She lifted her out of the water and settled her into a chair next to May, then stepped back to see her work.
Both guards looked like they had simply fallen asleep in the chairs. May had started to snore softly. Lola was curled onto the cushion, her legs folded on top of each other.
Night Raven flicked open a pouch on her belt, pulled out a small syringe and stuck Lola in the butt with it.
The girl didn’t even flinch.
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“There,” Night Raven said, pulling the syringe out again. “That should keep you out for the night. Now you two girls get some beauty sleep. I have a yacht to secure.”
Beyond the chairs and couch was a glass partition. Inside was an impressive living room. Night Raven spotted a full dining table and a grand piano, as well as a massive plasma screen TV. There were no guards in sight, however.
Night Raven ran down the side of the ship, staying low. The deck still felt warm from the sun under her bare feet. She left wet footsteps in her wake, but that couldn’t really be avoided. She pressed herself up against a bulkhead and peered around the edge.
Another female guard was sauntering in her direction, a submachine gun dangling from a strap over her shoulder. She was a petite Asian with red-dyed hair and large brown eyes. The bikini she wore made it clear that she was not only well-endowed, but also blessed with a perfectly narrow waist and wide hips. She was looking out over the water, scanning the lake with a bored gaze.
Night Raven waited until the girl was almost up to the bulkhead, then jumped out and punched the guard hard in the throat.
The guard staggered, choking and sputtering. Her hands went to her throat instead of her gun.
Night Raven grabbed the back of the girl’s head and slammed her face into the bulkhead.
The girl whimpered softly, then her body crumpled and she began to slide down to the deck.
Night Raven caught her as she fell. She picked the unconscious guard up into a fireman’s carry and moved back towards the other unconscious guards.
Both girls were still out cold. Night Raven glanced around the corner inside the yacht itself, but still saw no signs of movement. She hoisted the unconscious Asian onto the couch. The girl flopped onto the cushions, her mouth open and her body like a ragdoll. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled as she settled into position.
Night Raven took a deep breath, then glanced at the next flight of stairs going up to the third deck.
The sun was going down. Lakeside City was a brilliant splash of lights and color across the water, reflecting on the surface of the lake itself. The first stars were starting to appear on the eastern horizon.
Night Raven had to move faster. She snatched a pair of sunglasses and pushed them over the sleeping Asian’s face, making it not so obvious that she was sleeping. Then she pulled out another small syringe and jabbed the girl in her soft thigh, ensuring she wouldn’t stir for hours.
Night Raven? Are you there? Come in.
Night Raven scowled and tapped her communicator. She moved swiftly to the stairs. “Elena?” She tried to keep her voice as low as she could. “I told you not to contact me. I’m working.”
The sun’s going down. We’re running out of time.
“Don’t you think I know that?” Night Raven glanced up the stairs. From above she could hear some giggling and low conversation. “Now get off the line and let me clear the deck.”
I didn’t sign up to get stuck inside a boat while you had all the fun.
Night Raven ducked back down the stairs, dodging out of sight to make sure she wouldn’t be overheard from above. “We can’t bring the Ravencraft in until the deck and bridge of the yacht are cleared. If even one guard sees a boat that size approaching or surfacing they’ll sound the alarm. Besides, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to swim."
I can swim. I just not trained in scuba gear like you. You only had one suit anyway.
“And that’s why you’re still on the boat,” Night Raven snapped. She closed her eyes with a sigh. “Look, Elena, I know it’s hard to wait. Give me five more minutes and I’ll either have the deck cleared or I’ll be dead. Don’t call again.” She shut off the communicator before Elena could answer.
Night Raven caught a sudden glimpse of movement through the glass doors. She ducked down, her body tense.
A bikini-clad guard, a leggy girl with wavy red-brown hair and glasses, was standing by the grand piano with her head cocked.
Night Raven dropped behind the couch on the deck, muffling a curse. She reached for the pouch on her belt.
The girl moved to the door and stepped out onto the deck, eying the three unconscious girls before her. “What, are you all sleeping on the job now? Get up. Chahal’s not paying us to—” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as the reality of the situtation began to dawn on her. She reached for the submachine gun strapped to her shoulder.
Night Raven darted out from behind the couch. She punched the girl hard in the kidney and smashed the chloroform cloth over her mouth at the same time. “Bedtime,” she hissed.
The guard gave a stifled grunt of pain. She dropped hold of the gun, snatching desperately at Night Raven’s arms.
Night Raven dragged the girl back towards the door to the inside of the yacht, smothering her tightly in an embrace she couldn’t escape. “Breathe,” she whispered. “Breathe…”
The girl groaned into the cloth. Her hands swatted feebly at Night Raven’s arms. Her legs began to sway. She moaned softly.
That chloroform worked fast. The kidney punch had undoubtedly helped, forcing the girl to suck in a mouthful of chloroform before she could help it. Either way, Night Raven had to admit that she was getting aroused again. No wonder so many villains used this stuff.
“Go to sleep now,” Night Raven sang softly in the girl’s ear. Her eyes watched the stairs nervously for any approaching guards. “Just relax and go night-night. There we are.”
The guard sank down to the deck, her long toned body relaxing against Night Raven’s wetsuit-clad body. She gave a soft little whimper, then went completely limp.
Night Raven kept the chloroform cloth on the guard’s face a few more seconds just to make sure, then peeled it away. She pushed up the girl's glasses and checked her eyes. They were dilated and unseeing. “Sorry about that,” she breathed in the girl’s ear. “It’s nothing personal. You just need to nap for a while.”
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She started to lift the girl, then paused. She reached a gloved hand down and gave the guard’s breasts an exploratory squeeze. “Chahal must give you girls some amazing health benefits,” she muttered under her breath.
She lugged the girl over to the couch and tossed her on it. The guard flopped in an odd position, her arms and legs falling at unnatural angles and her mouth half open. Night Raven repositioned her like she was napping, then shoved a discarded sunhat over the girl’s face. She got up, panting.
“There,” she said to herself. “Four sleeping beauties. Time for your friends to join you.”
She turned back to the stairs.
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Cambion - Part 14
Night Raven peered over the edge of the stairs, being careful not to be seen in the gathering dusk.
There were more bikini-clad guards. A lot more. Even with a brief glimpse, Night Raven counted two lounging in a hot tub close to the steps, one more lying on a deck chair close by, and at least two more on an elevated circular portion of the deck that hung out over the stern.
Five girls at least. There could be more out of sight.
Night Raven slunk back down the stairs, her face set in a scowl. Five was too many. All it took was one grabbing for a submachine gun and the game was up. She couldn’t take five out at once, and she couldn’t take even one of the girls out without the others noticing and reacting.
Cause a distraction? No, that was too risky. Too loud or attention-grabbing and the general alarm might be sounded.
There was one option, but Night Raven wasn’t wild about it. Then again, what choice did she have?
Her mind made up, Night Raven moved swiftly past the three unconscious guards sprawled on the middle deck, then moved down to the boat storage. She slipped inside and found the place where she had dragged Fleur’s unconscious form.
The blonde girl was still totally out, her body still and her chest rising and falling slowly as she slept.
Oh well. Nothing for it. Time was wasting. Every second that passed was one more second that the unconscious sentries might be discovered, or that Elena might get impatient and do something rash.
Night Raven wriggled out of her wetsuit. She yanked the diving hood off and gave her long raven tresses a shake. She was completely naked. Dropping the discarded wetsuit to the floor, she bent over Fleur and began undoing the girl’s bikini top.
It was a little big, perhaps, but then Night Raven had fairly large knockers too. And hers were one hundred percent natural.
She tied on the bikini top. Not bad. It was perhaps a size too large, but still worked well enough.
Night Raven grabbed hold of the bikini thong and pulled it down Fleur’s smooth legs, leaving the knocked out guard entirely naked. Night Raven slipped on Fleur’s thong. It fit well enough.
Undoubtedly when the poor guard woke up in the boatshed naked she would have a lot of troubling questions. But that wasn’t really Night Raven’s problem.
She snatched her utility belt from the floor and buckled it on. It stood out a bit, but she needed her equipment. The mask was a bit more difficult. There was no denying that it would have to go. With great reluctance Night Raven peeled her domino mask off and tucked it into her belt. She felt strangely naked without it. The wrist darts she left on. Like the belt they were a little conspicuous, but she was hoping that with the low light no one would notice.
This was it. Night Raven hurried out of the boathouse and back up to the deck with the four unconscious guards. To her relief they were still exactly where she had left them. She snatched a fallen pair of sunglasses and put them on. They weren’t exactly a mask, but they would have to do. Next up was a submachine gun. Night Raven had no intention of using it, but she had to look the part. She grabbed the weapon and slung it over her shoulder.
Now came the hard part.
