"ALL IS SECURE! " by Cardnapperau

[esercito sconfitto]

ALL IS SECURE!
by cardnapperau



Carla was pleased. The first security guard had been subdued without any alarm being raised and her infiltration of the hospital was proceeding smoothly.
She was here to steal the latest research development in skin cancer treatment that this hospital had been secretly undertaking. It was going to make her a very rich woman as her European client, a top pharmaceutical executive, had assured her. Her five million-dollar down payment was to be tripled upon her delivery of the data. An accomplished international thief at only twenty-six years of age, Carla Jamison, a 5’9” Brunette, decided to take the guards during the last shift change of the night. Only one security guard would be on duty until 11:15 PM, when two others would relieve her for the rest of the night. Carla picked a night when she knew a female guard would be relieved so that she could take care of her first and use her “borrowed” uniform to surprise the next two guards.
Cutting the exterior alarm on the side door and picking the lock had been easy enough for Carla. She had crept carefully down the corridor in her skin-tight but comfortable black leather pants and black long sleeved lycra top. Her medium length, jet-black hair was pulled back into an unassuming ponytail, falling just above her shoulders, beneath a black wool cap. She carried with her a small duffel bag of materials she would need for the night: wire-cutters, glass-cutters, assorted key card decoders, a small but effective stun taser, duct tape, and plenty of rope. Reaching the end of the hallway, she checked her watch…10:48 PM. She crouched behind a corner near the guard station, taser in hand, as she waited for the security guard to finish her rounds and return to her station to prepare for the shift change.
As the guard rounded the corner, Carla smoothly sent her left leg into a low arc, sweeping the legs out from under the security guard. She landed with a grunt of surprise face down on the floor. Quickly, Carla climbed on top of the dazed guard, straddling her and using her legs to pin the guard’s arms, bringing her taser to rest on the exposed neck of the security guard, right above the fur-trimmed collar of her uniform jacket. Before the guard could even respond, Carla immediately stunned her, rendering her unconscious. She knew she had to work fast.
Turning the limp guard onto her back, Carla paused to consider the helpless woman. A 5’8” red head, she complemented her uniform well, and Carla knew the soon-to-be “borrowed” outfit would fit perfectly, as both women were well-proportionately curved. Dragging the lifeless guard into a nearby storage room, she quickly removed the woman’s uniform and placed it in a heap next to her. Luckily, this security guard had been issued hand-cuffs, and Carla used this woman’s own pair to secure her hands over her head to an iron pipe running along the low ceiling. Realizing she had duct-tape, but nothing to pack the guard’s mouth with, Carla removed the woman’s socks. Carla decided that the socks weren’t thick enough to effectively gag the guard, so she also removed the woman’s red satin bra and red french-cut satin panties, and wadded them into a tight ball with the socks. Not wanting this security guard to make a sound, she stuffed the ball into her mouth, packing it tightly between her teeth. As she used several strips of tape to seal the guard’s mouth, she wondered if the exotic underwear was to impress a hot date later that night. “Oh well,” she thought with a grin, “I guess they’ll just have to re-schedule.” To help keep this security guard out of the way, Carla used some of her nylon rope from the duffel bag to tightly cinch the naked woman’s legs together at her ankles and above her knees. Now Carla turned her attention towards “borrowing” the guard’s vacated uniform. She removed her clothing and slid into her new attire, purring softly to herself at what a nice fit the uniform was. She exhaled slowly as she rubbed her cheek against the soft fur collar, marveling at how smooth it was. As she finished dressing, the guard was beginning to come to. A few muffled grunts into her gag and struggles against her bonds alerted Carla to the guard’s awakening. She strode toward her captive and clasped the woman’s chin firmly in her palm dispelling any illusions the guard might have had as to Carla’s control of the situation. The red head glared back at her with fiercely burning green eyes. “Mmppphhhhhmmp,” was all the defiant guard could manage. Deciding that a loss of sight in addition to her bonds and gag would make the woman completely helpless, Carla scooped up her discarded wool cap and pulled it snugly over the guard’s head, despite her struggles and smothered protests. The cap covered both her eyes and her taped lips, effectively blindfolding the woman and further silencing her cries for help. All Carla received in return was another round of muffled objections. She checked her watch again…11:09 PM. “Better get moving,” She thought, “Wouldn’t want to keep the other two waiting.” As she left the storage room, she took a final survey of her first captive. The Guard was cuffed to a pipe, hands over her head, gagged with duct tape and her own socks, bra, and panties, naked except for the black wool cap pulled over her head. Her ankles and thighs bound, she struggled bravely against her bondage, but without any give in her bonds or gag. “Don’t worry honey,” Carla laughed as she left the red-head to her fate, “I’m sure somebody will find you eventually…”
TO BE CONTINUED....



PART TWO
by cardnapperau <mailto:cardnapperau@yahoo.com.au>
Closing the door to the storage room, Carla noticed that the bound, gagged, and blindfolded guard’s struggles were barely even audible from outside the room. She hurried over to the security guard station and carefully took stock of her situation. She noticed a small purse on the floor next to the desk where she had laid her duffel bag and quickly searchedit. “Must have been that guard’s…” she mused. The purse yielded nothing of use except for several
scarves of various colors. “Hmmm,” she thought, “These will definitely come in handy later.” Pocketing the scarves, Carla turned her attention towards the different monitors in place on the desk displaying the views from the many security cameras around the hospital. Not wanting any unnecessary record of her presence here, she depressed several
switches, shutting down the power grid for the cameras and causing the monitors to go blank.
Just then, she heard footsteps echoing down the hall and realized that the next shift of security guards had arrived. Her skin prickling with anticipation, she felt her nipples hardening, and she afforded herself one last nuzzle of the velvety fur collar before settling into the chair and her role as a security guard on duty. The two guards rounded the same corner at which Carla had surprised the first guard just minutes earlier, and her heart skipped a beat. This pair, a tall dark-haired man and slightly shorter, but still very tall blonde woman, strode confidently towards the desk. Carla almost allowed herself to fall out of character as she saw that this man, unlike the previous guard, had a gun in a holster. This was
something she had not prepared for as countless alternate scenarios raced through her head.
“Evening,” said the man. “Say,” added the woman,
“Isn’t Thursday Brenda’s night at the desk?” “Oh,” Carla calmly replied as she reached down to pick up the purse while quietly kicking the duffel bag under the desk. “Brenda called in sick tonight…asked if I could cover for her.” Rising from the chair, purse in hand, she extended her free hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you, my name’s Janet.” “Likewise Janet,” said the man, “I’m Chris and this is Laura.” Carla shook hands with the two guards as they switched positions and the guards moved behind the desk.
“You get any excitement tonight?” the woman asked jokingly.
“Nope,” Carla replied, “Everything’s been nice and quiet…very secure,” and she added to herself, “just like you’ll soon be.” Quickly sizing up the pair, she thought to herself, “They’re both bigger than I am, but nothing I can’t handle.” The man stood at 6’2” and the blonde woman was easily 5’11”.
“Hey wait a minute Chris, these monitors are all blank,” Laura declared, “Have you ever seen anything like this?” As they puzzled over the dead screens, Carla, feigning interest, had moved behind them and slid her taser out of the uniform pocket. The theft paid the bills, but this was the part of the job that she liked the best. Thievery had been an obvious
career choice, as there seemed to present no end of people who needed to be tied up. Her thoughts momentarily shifted to the restrained security guard in the storage room. Her pulse again quickened at the thought that these two had no idea their bound and gagged co-worker was struggling just down the hall, unable to warn them that they would soon share her predicament. Carla’s nipples were ablaze now, and her panties were beginning to moisten at her momentary
self-indulgence. “No time for that now,” she reminded herself, “Have to take care of these two first.” “Hey
Janet, what do you make of this?” Chris asked as he slowly began to turn around. Before he could complete the rotation and without any reply, Carla deftly withdrew his gun from the holster while at the same time thrusting the taser into his side in one swift motion, stunning him. With a gasp of pain, the man crumpled to the floor, unconscious, as Carla leveled the gun at the shocked woman’s chest. Seeing a bathroom across the hall, she ordered the woman to
haul the limp guard into the bathroom. She made sure to collect her duffel bag from under the desk and then
followed the woman into the completely white and sterile-looking bathroom.
“What did you do with Brenda,” the woman asked with a slight hint of panic, as she finished dragging her male partner to the center of the floor. “Hands on the wall and spread ‘em,” Carla barked. The female security guard was in no position to argue and immediately complied. Coming up right behind the woman, Carla placed her mouth close to the woman’s ear and pressed her breasts hard into the guard’s back. “Feel how excited this makes me,” Carla whispered, rubbing her lips first against the woman’s soft fur collar and then her earlobe,
“Thanks for playing…sweet dreams.” She jammed the taser into the woman’s ribs, stunning her into unconsciousness. She began by completely stripping the male guard, deciding that the extra humiliating experienced by
these security guards would distract them from figuring out a way to get loose. Carla dragged himinto the first stall, placing her bag next to him on the floor. She pulled him up into a kneeling position with his chest resting on the toilet seat and used the duct tape to tightly bind his wrists together behind the toilet, between where it touched the wall and the
tile floor. She continued, tightly wrapping his ankles together and doing the same above and below the knees. Reaching into her pocket, she removed two of the scarves she had found in Brenda’s purse andquickly balled them up with the guard’s discarded boxers, packing the wad tightly in the guard’s mouth.
She made sure the gag stayed in place by wrapping tape around the security guard’s mouth and head several
times. Still not completely satisfied, she wrapped tape around the top of his head several times, covering his eyes completely and assuring that he would be as docile as possible. Beginning to wake up as she finished with his blindfold, the male guard made a few subdued grunts into his gag. Reaching around to his crotch, Carla delicately felt his equipment there, and he emitted a muffled grunt as his struggles intensified. “Two bad I’m not here to steal you,” she remarked to the bound security guard, “We could have a lot of fun.” “Mmmmggghppphhhh!” He was
obviously averse to entertaining this idea. “Hell,” Carla shot back, “I liked you a lot better knocked out!” And with that she stunned him again, ceasing his struggles and attempts at verbal protest, sending him back into dreamland. “Now for our friend Laura.” Carla eagerly anticipated ensuring the helplessness of the tall female security guard, as she had never had the opportunity to tie-up a woman much bigger than she. She began by stripping the woman completely, as she had done to her partner, and placing her in the same position on the toilet. She bound the woman’s wrists securely with duct tape behind the toilet and began to wad up the remaining scarves for her mouth. She paused briefly and decided that a duct tape blindfold was too cruel for this guard. Instead of using the scarves to fill her mouth, Carla searched through the woman’s removed clothing and discovered that this security guard’s socks were wool, and definitely thick enough for an effective gag. She shoved the unconscious guard’s socks deep into her mouth. Becoming rapidly more excited at her domination of all three security guards, and especially this amazon
blonde, Carla allowed herself to enjoy the full extent of her captives’ helplessness. She folded one of the scarves into a strip of dark blue cloth and used it to blindfold the motionless woman. With the remaining scarf, she cleave-gagged the guard, tightly holding her socks in place, and knotted it securely behind her head. Now taking the duct tape she firmly bound the woman’s ankles and above and below her knees, utterly immobilizing her. As a last touch, she wrappedseveral layers of duct tape around the guard’s head, completely covering the cleave gag, ensuring that no amount of effort would loosen this woman’s muzzle.
After double-checking both guards’ bonds and gags, Carla confidently exited the bathroom, gloating to herself at how efficiently she had completed phaseone; all three guards were currently bound, gagged, blindfolded, and naked. “That ought to keep them busy for a while,” she muttered, pleased with herself. Duffel bag in hand, she was on her way to the third floor, where a nurse would “assist” her in a costume change for phase two.
TO BE CONTINUED....




PART THREE
by cardnapperau <mailto:cardnapperau@yahoo.com.au>
Pt.3
Stepping out of the elevator onto floor three, Carla took in her surroundings and noticed a sign pointing the way to the nearest nurse&Mac226;s station. Remembering that her conquest of the three security guards had left her with very little duct tape and a low charge on her taser, she decided that before finding the nurse on duty, she would have to appropriate more
materials. Finding a supply room down the hall, she effortlessly picked the lock and was inside. Opening her duffel bag, she placed several items from the shelves into it. She found ample amounts of medical gauze, which would very thoroughly silence any talkative nurses. In addition, she took several rolls of bandaging material to be used as either bonds or gags. Also, she found a small bottle of chloroform and a medium sized cloth that would fully cover someone&Mac226;s nose and mouth. Ecstatic with her new articles, she stowed her bag in the room and left, heading towards the nurse&Mac226;s station. Her plan was to bring the nurse back to the supply room, by force if necessary, remove her uniform, and secure her therein. Then phase three could begin; but first Carla had to find the nurse. She didn&Mac226;t have to search long, as the first major hall intersection she reached yielded a desk with a pretty young nurse sitting behind it. This nurse, a buxom girl with mousy brown hair looked up from her magazine as Carla approached the desk.
"Evening ma&Mac226;am, Carla began, trying her best to sound authoritative, "There was some evidence of tampering with the lock on the door to a supply room down the hall. I'd like you come with me and take a look, maybe you can identify if anything is missing?"„
"Sure!", The girl immediately answered, almost falling over herself in her rush to get up. She was clearly excited at anything to break the monotony of her
graveyard shift.
"Good," Carla thought, "As long as she&Mac226;s distracted, she won't be able to figure out that
the real security guards supposed to be protecting her are all subdued two floors below.‰ As she directed the young nurse down the hall to the supply room, Carla noticed that this girl was a bit under 5 Ft 6.
"Hmmm, gonna be a tight fit", she mused,"But I'm sure I can squeeze into that uniform - gotta get her out of the way first though."
Reaching the supply room, Carla opened the door, and the nurse went inside. "Well," offered the nurse, "I don't see anything out of place - we might have had more gauze than this, but I couldn&Mac226;t be sure. Other than that I don't....wait a minute, what's this duffel bag doing in here?"
In answer, Carla pushed her gun firmly into the nurse' s back, and she immediately stiffened. "Don&Mac226;t worry about that now," she stated, matter-of-factly, "Remove your clothes," The young
nurse, so recently bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of disruption to her dull nighty routine, was now completely silent as she removed her uniform and white pumps and stood in the middle of the supply room in only her matching white underwear.
"You know," offered Carla, "It's a shame that my dark lingerie won't mesh well under that white uniform. I'm gonna need your bra and panties. too."
"Why are you doing this?", The nurse asked as she eventually complied.
"Like I said," Carla replied, "No need for you to worry about that now, turn around, hands behind your back, palm to palm."
The nurse did as she was told and Carla approached the naked girl with some of the rope from her bag. She used the rope to tie the nurse&Mac226;s hands together behind her back, looping several coils around her wrists and cinching the knot tightly.
"Why don&Mac226;t you just let me go," the girl pleaded.
"You know," smirked Carla, "You talk too much. And remember that missing gauze - I
think we just found it."
Retrieving the gauze and bandaging, Carla forced two large wads of gauze into the nurse's mouth. She then proceeded to wrap medical bandaging around the girl's mouth and head until a
thick layer covered her lips. She then laid the semi-bound and gagged girl on her stomach on the floor and securely bound her ankles with more of the rope.
"Now for the costume change," Carla muttered.
Stripping entirely naked, Carla laid the old uniform on the floor and prepared to don her new outfit. She halted, however, and decided to have some fun with the young nurse first. Taking more bandaging, she wrapped another thick layer over the girl's eyes, robbing her of sight. Turning her onto her back, she raised the squirming nurse into a sitting position and straddled her lap, holding her up with one hand on the back of the nurse&Mac226;s neck and one hand caressing the soft nylon rope restraining her wrists.
"You have a very appetizing figure my dear," Carla cooed softly to the weakly struggling girl. "Mmphhheeeppphhhh...mmgphhhhhephhhh!" She responded with renewed vigor in fighting her bonds and the woman dominating her.
Lightly rubbing her nipples against the girl's own, Carla moaned in contentment at the nurse&Mac226;s struggling. She bent her head to take one of the nurse's nipples between her teeth, lightly flicking it with her tongue. She was quickly brought back to reality, however, by the constraints of a schedule.
"Ahhh," she sighed, "If only we had more time together, but I must be off."
Setting the girl on her side, Carla quickly set to the task of fitting into her latest
costume. It was a struggle, but she eventually had the entire outfit on, complete with the mmpphhing nurse's white bra, panties, and pumps. She even had the name tag on.
"Thanks for the help nurse Andrews," Carla couldn't help but say with a smug grin. As a
last adjustment to the girl's helplessness, she grabbed one more length of rope and ran it between both the nurse&Mac226;s bound wrists and ankles. She tightened the rope, pulling the girl's heels up to almost touch her fingertips in a tight hogtie. As she tied off the knot, nurse Andrews could only grunt into her gag in an assessment of her newly enhanced bondage.
"Oh you didn&Mac226;t think I'd leave you able to stand up and hop out the door now, did you?". Carla assured her captive, "This way you stay put!" Andjust to make sure the girl stayed nice and quiet for awhile, Carla uncapped the bottle of chloroform and lightly dampened the cloth with it. She clamped the cloth over the nurse&Mac226;s nose until the girl's squealingand struggles both subsided and her breathing became slow and regular.
"There," she purred, "By the time you wake up enough to struggle again, I'll already be
gone!" And with that, Carla left the supply closet and the peacefully bound, gagged, naked, and unconscious nurse Andrews.

TO BE CONTINUED....




PART FOUR
by cardnapperau <mailto:cardnapperau@yahoo.com.au>
Pt.4
Returning to the abandoned nurse&Mac226;s station, duffel bag over one shoulder, Carla&Mac226;s smug demeanor was quickly shattered by a voice from the small intercom on the desk. "Denise", it crackled, "Denise, did you fall asleep at the desk again?" Carla could onlystare in confusion at the source of this intruding voice. "Denise, I'm three halls over, I&Mac226;m comin&Mac226; to check on you. I swear girl, you better not be asleep or lord help me&Mac183;!" Carla froze. A sudden panic washed over her as she realized her calculations had been wrong for the first time tonight. There were in fact two nurses on duty on the floor tonight, and Carla was about to meet the second one. She couldn't simply run, as this nurse would surely call in the absence of nurse Andrews. She couldn&Mac226;t pretend to be nurse Andrews. So Carla resigned herself, and not without a tinge of excitement, to tightly restraining the second nurse as well.


Her surprise tactics had thus far been successful, so Carla decided to wait just around the corner to the nurse's station with the chloroform dampened cloth in hand. Steps echoed down the hall as the second nurse rapidly approached. "Hey Denise," she called out, "Where are you girl?" As the nurse, a 5'9" short haired black woman, turned the corner, Carla pounced, tackling the nurse with a shoulder to her midsection, knocking her to the ground. Carla quickly rolled the dazed nurse onto her stomach and firmly pressed the cloth over the woman&Mac226;s nose and mouth. The nurse was struggling furiously, thrashing her head and body, trying to shake off her assailant and trying to yell for help, but the cloth efficiently suppressed her cries. "Mmppphheeeehhhhhpmmmm!" Carla remained on top of the woman, pressing a knee into her back to hold her down, her other leg pinning the nurse&Mac226;s thighs. One of Carla&Mac226;s hands was holding the cloth tightly over her nose and mouth, while the other hand had the woman&Mac226;s left arm twisted behind her. Unluckily for the nurse, her right arm had been pinned under her body, leaving her no way to throw off her attacker. As the fumes began to take effect, Carla could feel the nurse&Mac226;s struggles beginning to subside."That&Mac226;s it," she soothed, "Breathe deep, just go to sleep. This'll all be over very soon." The woman gave one last weak jerk and moaned meekly into the cloth. Finally, her body relaxed and she was unconscious.

Carla replaced the cloth in her duffel bag and picked up the drugged nurse over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Thank god you're light sweety," Carla thought to herself, "I didn&Mac226;t plan out time to drag you all the way to a room.‰ Deciding that this nurse would occupy the first room she reached, Carla opened the door to one right across the hall from the nurse's station. Once more luck smiled on Carla, as she had managed to find one of the rooms for holding difficult patients. This room had one single bed in it complete with padded arm and leg restraints. She placed the nurse face up on the bed, and since she didn't have time to fully strip the woman and enjoy her domination properly, she would instead settle for the bare essentials; restraints, gag, and blindfold. First, Carla secured the woman&Mac226;s wrists in the restraints, tightening them until there was no give to be had by struggling. She then proceeded to place the nurse's ankles in the leg restraints, completely fastening her down on the bed. She set her bag next to the woman and removed the last of the scarves. She folded it to a thick strip and tied it tightly over the woman&Mac226;s eyes. As Carla quietly pondered what she had left with which to gag the nurse, the woman suddenly and forcefully regained consciousness from her passive slumber. Before Carla had even noticed, the nurse immediately began fighting her restraints and even had time to yell for help. "IN HERE!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! HELP Mmmpppheeeeehhhhhpp", was all she was allowed as Carla quickly and forcefully responded, clamping a hand over the woman&Mac226;s protesting mouth. "Dammit," Carla chastised herself, "gotta make sure that doesn't happen again.‰ With her free right hand, Carla reached into the duffel bag and pulled out the wire cutters. Reaching up the writhing nurse&Mac226;s skirt, she quickly cut off her panties and had them balled up in her hand. Removing her other hand from the nurse's mouth, the woman instantly drew breath to scream again, but the wadded up panties were immediately shoved into her open mouth with Carla&Mac226;s right hand
holding them in. Her left hand found the remaining gauze in the bag and it shortly joined the panties in the nurse's now fully stuffed mouth. Mmpphhing furiously, the woman fought back with all she could muster, but she was restrained and gagged too well. Carla did have a hard time wrapping bandaging around the thrashing nurse's mouth and head, as she refused to surrender, unrelenting in her struggles against her captor.

Eventually completing the last winding of bandaging, Carla finished the nurse&Mac226;s fully silencing gag and stepped back to admire her work. "Well now," she remarked as she discovered that she was actually breathing hard, "you put up quite a fight, sweety.‰ Carla noticed the nurse's name tag and added, "or should I say, nurse Benjamin." The nurse grunted defiantly and gave a tug at her restraints in response. Carla only patted the woman&Mac226;s thigh and prepared to continue her mission, but something in the corner of the room caught her eye. It was a vibrating wand, used to massage and comfort the difficult patients for which this room was intended. She decided that in return for this nurse being one of those "difficult patients," she would attach one more layer to her helpless state. "This ought to serve as adequate punishment for our nurse Benjamin," she paused in mid-thought, "or is it a reward perhap?" Deciding that both were equally entertaining, she unhooked the wand from the wall and brought it over to the subdued nurse. Needing complete access to the woman&Mac226;s more sensitive areas, Carla pulled the woman&Mac226;s skirt up until her entire crotch, now without panties, was exposed. The nurse, clearly agitated at this latest development, redou"led her struggles against her bondage and grunted heavily into her gag. "Just relax sweety,‰ Carla soothed in her best nurturing voice, "This won&Mac226;t hurt a bit." Retrieving the last of her duct tape from the bag, Carla placed the large rounded tip of the wand exactly where she knew it would have the greatest affect. She lifted the nurse's hips slightly and wrapped duct tape thoroughly around them and the shaft of the wand, securing it in place. Carla turned on the wand and set it to the second lowest vibrating setting, wanting the nurse to experience only mounting frustration, and withholding from her any sense of resolution. The woman was opposed to the domination being imposed upon her, but as the wand did its work, her animated struggles and resentful mmpphhing faded into slow twisting against her bonds and weak moans which barely penetrated the bandaging and gauze, not to mention her own panties, which gagged her. Carla was pleased with this and noticed the nurse's mounting wetness as she suddenly became aware of her own peaking arousal which had been building throughout the entire struggle. Unable to deny herself this one fleeting indulgence, she hiked up her own white skirt and mounted the restrained nurse. Pulling her panties to one side, she thrust her hips against nurse Benjamin's, pinning the wonderfully humming wand between them. Powerless to contain her appetite any further, Carla reached down with trembling fingers to the wand&Mac226;s controls and cranked it to its highest vibration setting. Immediately her body exploded in ripples of sensation as cascades of vibrant pleasure washed over her. She forced her eyes to remain open as she took in the sight of the subjugated nurse, Restrained, gagged, and blindfolded; now saturated with the same eruption of passion that had gripped Carla. She collapsed against the panting nurse, gently reaching down to turn the wand back to its low vibrations. As she slid off the nurse, now completely submissive, she kissed her cheek, eliciting a barely audible groan from the woman. Smoothing her uniform, Carla collected her things and left the room. She was on her way to the seventh floor and the research labs within. Once there, she would complete phase three, copy the data from the computers to a disk and quietly slip out of the hospital to collect the rest of her money. As she entered the elevator and pressed the button for floor seven, she couldn&Mac226;t help but feel that even with all the excitement she had been afforded, things had gone rather well tonight&Mac183;maybe even a little too well. She quickly dismissed such thoughts, however, and stepped out onto floor seven without the slightest idea of what awaited her


TO BE CONTINUED....





PART FIVE
by cardnapperau <mailto:cardnapperau@yahoo.com.au>
Pt. 5



Entering the computer research lab, Carla could not have been more unprepared for what awaited her inside. “Freeze!” A harsh voice commanded from behind her, “Put the bag on the ground, hands on you head.” Carla, now cursing herself for carelessly rushing headlong into the room, did as she was told. “Turn around,” the voice continued. Hands on her head, Carla slowly turned around to the shocking sight that greeted her. It was the red-headed security guard that had been first to be subdued. The guard was now armed with a gun, which she pointed at Carla. She was once again in uniform, though it now looked curiously large on her. “What’s the matter honey,” the woman asked with a sardonic tone, “Didn’t think you’d run into me again?” Before Carla could collect her thoughts enough to even begin to offer a response, the woman unclipped the handcuffs from her belt and tossed them to Carla. “Remember these,” she inquired with a smirk. “Handcuff yourself to the leg of that table; and hands behind you please. Now.” Carla did as the red-head said, noticing that her choice of tables boded ill, as it was firm metal and bolted to the ground.

“Allow me to fill you in on the big picture,” the guard began. Carla, in no position to argue, waited patiently. “I don’t know who you are, or who hired you…but whoever it was is clearly a competitor of my employer. You see, we’re actually after the same thing here, the data held in these mainframes.” Carla, completely stunned at this news, could only sit in shocked silence against the table to which she was hand-cuffed. “Everything was going perfectly to plan,” she continued, “Tonight was the night I had planned to steal the data. I was preparing to take care of those two guards myself until you surprised me. I must admit, you are well-trained, but I won’t let anything get in the way of my payment. Now I know what you’re wondering…how did I escape the situation in which you so unceremoniously placed me? I know it’s very clichéd and James Bond of me to be telling you all this, but I am certain no such Deus ex Machina escape awaits you.” Carla was interested in the details, so her silence persisted. “Well sweetheart, after you left me to my own naked wiles, I decided that I did not much care for my restrained predicament, and as I’m sure you’ll agree, you aren’t the only one with impeccable training. It was quite a simple matter to pull myself up by the very hand-cuffs that you’re now adorned with. Once I was high enough off the ground, I held on to the pipe with one hand and removed the crude blindfold, which you pulled over my head. Pealing off the tape covering my mouth presented even less of a challenge. Once the material in my mouth was exposed, I simply pulled out the packing, including the one sock, in which I always keep a spare hand-cuff key.”

For the third time tonight Carla was forced to curse her own need for expediency. Why hadn’t she checked for that? “Oh well,” she thought, “No time for whining now…gotta figure out how to get out of this.” It was now that she turned her thoughts to her own hidden ace in the hole. She didn’t have a spare key on her, but she had modified her watch to conceal a hollow side panel containing a small lock pick. Thankfully, her rival thief suffered from the same tendency to underestimate, a vice that just might get Carla out of another tight jam.

“Once I left the storage room where you had so inefficiently secured me, I noticed muffled grunts coming from the bathroom. Upon entering, I discovered that you had already done my job for me, and quite well at that. I commandeered Laura’s discarded uniform, as she clearly didn’t need it anymore. As you can see, it’s a little big on me, but it’ll serve its purpose. I also retrieved the gun that I had placed in the second desk drawer. I had intended to use it to subdue those guards, but I decided it would be much more enjoyable to surprise you with it.” Pausing, the red-head regarded Carla’s tight fitting uniform. “You must have been appropriating that uniform while I made my way up to this lab. Well no matter,” she remarked as she made her way over to one of the computers. “After I download this data, I’ll just inform the police that one of our nurses here was working as a mole planning to steal the computer files. They can come arrest you, I’ll slip away with the disk, and nobody’s the wiser.”

“Interesting plan,” offered Carla, trying to conceal her frantic efforts with the lock pick, “Are you sure it’ll work?” “Watch me,” the red-head retorted with a sneer. As she turned her back to access the computer, Carla dropped all pretense of a calm demeanor and furiously continued to pick the lock on the hand-cuffs. As the disk popped out of the drive, signaling that the data had been copied successfully, Carla heard a tell-tale click as she succeeded in picking the hand-cuff lock. Pretending to still be securely bound for the moment, she regarded the red-head coldly as the woman approached her pulling an object out of her pocket. “See, you aren’t the only one who brought along a bag of goodies.” With that she produced a red ball-gag from her pocket and brandished it menacingly at Carla. “Sorry babe, but I’m gonna need you to stay nice and quiet for the rest of the evening. We don’t want you explaining anything once the police get here.” Carla allowed her to push the ball between her teeth and tighten the black leather straps behind her head, securing it in place.

As the red-head picked up the phone, again turning her back on a seemingly subdued captive, Carla made her move. “Hello police, yes I’d like to report a break-in down at St. Joseph’s; it seems a woman masquerading as a nurse was trying to steal some computer files. Yes, I have the suspect apprehended in the seventh floor computer lab. Yes, please hurry.” As she made the call, Carla, still ball-gagged, had been stealthily moving into position behind the woman. As soon as she had completed the conversation, Carla swung both clasped hands in a downward arc, bringing all her weight down on the back of the woman’s head, knocking her out cold. She collapsed to the floor without a sound. Taking off the ball-gag, Carla removed her constrictive nurse’s uniform and began stripping the red-head as well, readying the rest of the rope from her bag and preparing to show the police exactly what they expected to find.



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As she left the hospital through the main doors and slipped away into the night, Carla couldn’t help but smile at the way the police had unquestioningly found her and the red-head. They had burst into the computer lab to find security officer Janet Norris reclining in one of the lab’s many chairs. The nurse they were here to apprehend had been bound spread-eagle on top of one of the lab tables with a red ball-gag stifling her obviously vigorous protests. Her wrists and ankles had been bound, one to each of the four corners of the table, and she was struggling furiously against her bonds. Carla, disk in pocket, had told them to carefully check the rest of the hospital, as she suspected the nurse of restraining several other people on various floors. The officers hadn’t even asked why her uniform was obviously too big for her. As she had exited the lab, the muffled yet clearly irate attempts at yelling brought a grin to her face.

With the completed mission behind her, Carla allowed herself a sigh of satisfaction and turned her thoughts towards the large payment headed in her direction. “And to think,” she mused, “I even get to keep this beautiful fur-collared uniform.”

THE END