"The FBI and ATF Joint Venture " by Ssims64401
Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 9:30 am
"The FBI and ATF Joint Venture " by Ssims64401
The FBI and ATF Joint Venture Episode I
Inside the US Attorney General's Office in Washington, DC...
US Attorney General "OK gentlemen where are we with these extremist nuts out in that Montana shi*hole?"
FBI Director "They are being taken down as we speak without any problems."
ATF Director "There is one slight glitch, our intel reports a fringe women's branch out there housed at a different compound nearby."
US AG "Well what are we doing about them."
FBI Director " Yeah I saw that report. No problems there, just some women with their kids aiding and abetting their husbands and boyfriends."
US AG "God damit! I don't want another Ruby Ridge or Waco. We need to use a carrot and not a stick. Options gentlemen."
ATF Director "Well we can leak the story to the press and start to put our spin on the situation early on."
FBI Director "And I wouldn't use the SWAT teams in place out there, too much adrenaline and testosterone. A bad combo."
US AG "But protocol states SWAT needs to be called in."
ATF Director "Bill you say what a SWAT team consists of. We can get a group of female agents from the local departments put them in some combat fatigues and balaclavas and presto an all female SWAT team."
FBI Director "Right Bill sweet and simple. In and out in no time. What could possibly go wrong?"
But the best laid plans of mice and men...
What the three of them didn't know was that the women's compound was full of hardened career criminals. There were no children living there but instead an arsenal of guns and explosives. Their compound was where the men's group had decided to hide their stash just in case of a raid. The women of the compound were eager to prove their worth to the men and they would not be giving up without a knock down drag out fight.
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The FBI and ATF Joint Venture Episode 2
Special Agent in Charge Ira Hand was livid. He had been ordered by Washington, DC to pull his highly trained SWAT teams and turn over the final arrests to his subordinate SA Julie Myers who was now working with her counterpart over at the ATF Meredith Blythe. To add fuel to the fire he had been ordered to let a local film crew Billings, Montana have full access to the operation.
At the front gate of the extremist's compound...
Meredith Blythe asked "Myers, how do you want to proceed?"
"Washington says nice and easy so just send one of your agents in with one of mine with the search warrant and have that glorified weather girl and her flunky go with them."
"Er, they are standing behind you" whispered Meredith.
Standing to Julie's rear and staring stern faced was correspondent Trisha Dobbins and her camerawoman Stephanie Hall. After a fake grin Julie gave them a brief synopsis of their operation and sent them off with SA Anne Peck and ATF agent Claudia Anderson. None of the women in that group was older than 25. SA Peck knocked on the front door and from within a challenge was heard through the door.
"What do you federal pigs want?"
An irate Claudia retorted "We are here to search this dump so open the door and prepare to get served!"
A more calm Anne gave her a hand signal to go easy. She said "We have your compound surrounded and we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."
The voice from inside said "Okay but just you four and slide the warrant under the door first."
Minutes later the door opened and the group entered. To everyone's surprise, they were met by just one petite brunette who appeared to be no older than 16. But as they would find out looks can be deceiving.
SA Peck said "Let's start in the basement if you would show us the way."
The group was lead down a back stairway which was unlit, the only light coming from camerawoman Stephanie Hall's camera light and the ambient upstairs daylight. The petite brunette opened a door and led the group inside the room. The extremists had a jamming beacon in the attic and local communications to the agents outside perimeter were severed. Moments later the group were set upon by the extremists hiding inside the room. All four women were quickly gagged and the two agents were handcuffed with their own cuffs and forced to kneel. The brunette told the others to free the news crew.
The brunette said "Let's get this party started. You two pigs get out of them fancy dudes. We will need them later. And you two you had better film everything or I guarantee that you'll be sorry. Ok girls uncuff them so they can strip."
"Whoaaa, who said you pigs could stand remain on your knees."
The two thoroughly humiliated agents could only glare at their captors and knew it was futile to resist. The two agents now started their forced striptease in unison almost synchronized if you will. First both women who remained cloth gagged slipped out of their suit blazers with the only difference being that Anne's was navy and Claudia's was black. Next the agonizing removal of their white blouses came. one of the extremists quipped that this is the true reality TV. They both slowly unbottoned them and had to be repeatedly admonished to hurry up the process. The agents were amply endowed. Anne's chest measured a hefty 38C and Claudia's a 36DD. Anne's rack was housed by a beige full cup wire support bra and Claudia's by a lacy white V cup bra. She liked the men to ogle her cleavage but never had she in her wildest dreams had envisioned this. If the agents had known that the news feed was going viral both would surely have taken a good old fashioned butt whooping rather that submit to this humiliation. Only now the two gagged agents were allowed to rise so as to facilitate the removal of their slacks. Both women proceeded to step out of their 2 inch black pumps and unbutton and unzip their pants. Both now shimmied the tight garments off of their soft meaty rumps and thighs and then kicked them toward their captors. The choice of panties they chose that day led to whistling from the extremists. Anne sported beige boycuts and Claudia white hipsters.
The brunette said "And make sure you have everything in focus too! Now tie these clowns up with that clothesline and stash them in the rear for now."
Five miles down the road at the FBI and ATF's support position...
SA Henry Peterson said Ira, our chopper reports some movement towards the sniper teams they set up in the hills to the south and to the east."
Ira Hand asked "Do they appear to be armed?"
"No they do not."
"Tell everyone to hold this positions then."
"But we have to tell them.."
"We don't have to tell them *hit, Washington says this is their show so let them learn on the job!"
The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture 3
The petite brunette seemed to be the one in charge as all the extremists deferred to her judgment and orders. She was the one who knew the FBI and the ATF would deploy snipers in the surrounding hills. She had been a quick study learning at how their male counter parts had been swiftly dispatched. But the FBI and the ATF sending in these untrained agents was a blessing in disguise. She had ordered two teams of unarmed extremists to lie in wait for those said sniper teams and to take them out when the chance arose. They would not show or use their arms so as not to give the appearance of any crime being committed. They would use the news crew to give them the edge in the public's opinion i.e. big bad Uncle Sam harassing the poor women of a commune.
SA Gladys McClendon who barely qualified as a marksman and her 23 year old spotter Marie Tildon had taken up a site on the south hill which gave them a clear line of fire into the compound. They were being eyed by four extremists who had hidden themselves in a copse of trees just behind them. The brunette had ordered them to be taken out and replaced. The four women had picked up some thick branches along the way and they had just been waiting for the right time to ponce on the unsuspecting agents. SA McClendon and Tildon sported FBI baseball caps in lieu of helmets making things much easier for the waylayers. SA Tildon saw dark flash out of the corner of her eye soon followed by the sound of a thump. Before she could react, she felt a stunning impact against her right temple and blacked out.
One of the attackers said "OK lets get these fed bi*ches stripped and tied up. Mandy, you and Gracie take their positions. We're blocking their radio traffic so don't worry about any radio contact."
The four women set upon the agents like jackals. Both agents in rapid fashion had their caps flipped off and their tactical black boots unzipped the tossed into the growing pile of uniforms. the tactical vest came off next then the utility belts with their 9mm Berettas. SA McClendon was the first to regain consciousness and she was slow to realize that she now only had on her Lycra-Spandex ecru sports bra and matching biker shorts.
"Good morning princess, glad you decided to join us. Now march your big tittied a*s into that ravine."
"I think we killed this one Jane she's not moving one inch."
"Duuh, bend down and she if she's breathing dumb as*."
"Yeah I guess she's still alive but I'm not carrying this hog into the ravine by myself though!"
It was true that SA Tildon could have hit the gym more but she thought that at 5'8" and 165 lbs that she had it going on. This was partly correct as most of her excess fat went to her breasts, butt and thighs.
"Well just drag her a*s to the edge of the ravine and roll her in."
"Yeah that'll work."
It wasn't until poor agent Tildon hit the brush at the bottom of the hill that she started to show any signs of life. SA McClendon had now regained her faculties and had been led on a more circuitous route down the ravine. She was being warned that she would get more of the "same" if she tried anything. She was weighing her options in her head but wasn't processing clearly so she continued to comply. The other extremist had reached the rapidly awakening agent Tildon who was forced to lie face down and placed into a strict hogtie. Several coils of duct tape around her mouth ensured her silence. SA McClendon seeing the treatment of her partner now decided to resist her captor. This was a big mistake on her part.
"Kick her as* Jane!"
And this is what Jane proceeded to do with dispatch. A left right left combo, a knee to SA McClendon's stomach followed by a devastating right uppercut left the agent semi-conscious.
"B*tch you lose your underwear for that little workout!"
SA McClendon now laid next to her partner completely nude in a rope hogtie with her white crew socks wedged into her mouth and duct taped in place. She could only wallow her massive breasts into the soft clay beneath her.
With nothing more to do, the two extremists got into an argument as to which agent had the largest bust. Both agents appeared to be equally endowed but Jane argued vehemently that SA Tildon weighed about 25lbs more making SA McClendon the one with the larger rack.
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Episode 4
At the sniper position to the east of the compound...
"Damn Gladys will you hurry up and finish putting on that uniform already?"
Gladys frustratingly responded "This b*tch's boots are a half size too big."
You're shi**ing me right!? Do I need to call Colleen? And will you two keep those pigs quiet! I can hear them mewing way over here!"
A glance over to some nearby bushes revealed the ATF sniper team reduced to their underwear and harshly placed into a frontal hogtie with their own zip ties.
One extremist hovered over the two struggling mewing agents and said "Now didn't I ask you two nicely to shut the *uck up!"
The mewing ceased abruptly.
In the basement of the compound...
The petite brunette had two of the extremists to don the clothes the two agents now being held hostage and to assume a prearranged position. But now Colleen would have some x-rated fun with her two hostages, something that could not be shown on live TV. Colleen ordered that the camerawoman Stephanie show one of the extremists how to use the camera. They then marched correspondent Trisha Dobbins, Stephanie and the two agents upstairs to a bedroom. Agents Anne Peck and Claudia Anderson were uncuffed and told to get on the bed but they were told to keep their gags in place.
Colleen blithely said to Trisha and Stephanie "OK you're on."
Third runner-up Miss Montana Trisha Dobbins who was a gorgeous 24 year old blonde blue-eyed airhead said "Wha what do you mean?"
"Do you and your other bimbo friend need a script or something? Jesus! Get into your birthday suits and *uck those two on the bed as soon as Emily finishes cutting away their undies."
Stephanie boldly stated "You're out of your da*n mind if you think you can make us do that!"
Upon hearing that the two agents started mewling even louder and started shaking their heads.
"Colleen calmly but assertively said "Oh I know I can cuz if you two don't hurry and get going Margaret there is going to take that rolling pin and beat you two b*tches in the head until you look like the Elephant man but only uglier. And good luck finding a TV gig after that!"
It only took a half step toward the news crew by Margaret with her rolling pin in hand before Trisha and Stephanie were pulling off their clothes.
"Everything?" Trisha asked demurely.
"What the *uck do you think whore?" was Margaret's stern reply.
"What do you want us to do now?" asked a quivering Stepanie.
"Do I look like a *ucking lezbo?! I don't know... do em like you do your man. Go down on em and do it slow!" shouted an irritated Colleen.
Colleen glanced over at two other extremists and just said "Barn now."
"And don't you two worry" looking at the news crew "they'll do you next."
Upon hearing that Anne and Claudia squealed even louder.
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Episode 5
Colleen the unofficial leader of the female extremist sect was barking out commands and directives. She had been tested a few years back when she lived with her affluent parents in Palo Alto, CA and her IQ was 130. She could have been anything she wanted in this life but she chose the lawless path much to her parents chagrin.
"Cathy you look almost believable as that airhead dingbat. And you Cynthia could pass as that camerawoman's twin sister. Ok then get to your positions."
Another extremist approached Colleen and said that the wind was blowing in the right direction.
Colleen said "Right let's do this. Amy, take your AK-47 up on the roof and fire off a volley."
Colleen radioed Sandy to have the group at the barn to set it on fire. She then ordered everyone else inside the compound to take up their pre-arranged positions. The FBI and the ATF agents would come in in search of a cache of illegal firearms and weapons but they would find something very unexpected.
Outside at the FBI and ATF command post ...
SAC Julie Myers was getting frantic. She was not really trained for this scenario and to make matters worse her counterpart at the ATF was of little help. Julie had the looks and the build of a present day Jennifer Connelly except for the strawberry blonde hair. Agent Meredith Blythe on the other hand looked like the 60, 70's actress Carol Baker right down to her plump butt and those curvaceous gams. Although she covered it up well enough, Meredith did not like playing second fiddle to the FBI. The ATF had initially started the investigation and was eventually regulated to a backup role by the US Attorney General.
Julie ordered the 12 women FBI SWAT and the 12 women ATF SWAT teams to move in foregoing the advice to use their remote control robot. Instead, she opted for a two prong raid. The ATF would split up and enter through the front and the rear. The FBI SWAT team would be choppered in and belay onto the compound's roof. But just as the operation was a go, thick smoke filled the air severely limiting everyone's visual range. This also disrupted the raid's timing as the chopper was late to lower the FBI SWAT team. Plus the communications were still severed by the extremists' jamming device. A more seasoned SAC would have ordered their communication channel to be switched but this order wasn't given. The ATF SWAT went in on time. Craftily placed barricades impeded the movement of the split ATF team. Blaring music from all the rooms impaired voice communications. Julie had ordered the electricity to be cut but the compound had its own internal generator. Open windows and doors allowed the thick smoke to easily fill the compound. The extremists had gas masks and just waited for their prey to meander by. The SWAT teams from both agencies only had their balaclavas and goggles to filter the thick smoke.
The first ambush came from a hidden door down one of the hallways. A peephole allowed the ambushers to see out and as the last two agents in the elongated queue crept by two extremists burst out wielding axe handles. One blow landed against one of the agent's temple and her partner had a blow to the base of her skull. Both were out before they hit the floor. Both were then dragged back into the hidden passage.
"Where have you two been?!! Stay together."
The two impostors just nodded. As soon as the two agents in front of them turned their backs they had the muzzle of a modified AR-15 pressed against the napes of their necks. They were funneled into a room and relieved of their fatigues, boots, weapons and gear. The were hidden in a closet and securely tied with their bras used to gag them. The four ATF impostors linked up with the remaining two agents who were now met by the six agents of the rear entry assault team. The impostors said that they saw movement towards the basement. The four impostors hung back. The 8 real agents assumed positions to egress a large room in the basement. One agent tossed in a stun grenade and they charged in. As soon as the last agent entered the room one of the impostors closed the heavy steel door behind them and locked. As the agents were trying to figure out what was happening, knockout gad was released into the room through shafts in each corner of the room. A few shots aimed at the door returned only ricochets and this halted the gunfire. Not before long the remaining members of the ATF SWAT team were out and their uniforms appropriated as well.
Colleen said to her band of outlaws "Ok, now let's take care of those heifers trying to land on the roof. Take your positions!"
A sudden change in wind direction allowed the chopper pilot to have enough visibility to maneuver into position over the roof.
Lead FBI Swat leader 31 year old hard body Serena Young yelled "Everyone check you lines and harnesses. When we get inside watch your fields of fire. And please don't shoot any kids!"
The FBI Swat team proceeded to belay down their thick coiled ropes. But the hastily put together team had one agent let go too soon and twisted her ankle, another fell out of the chopper but was lucky that the fall was only 20 feet. The bad luck was that she landed on top of two other agents knocking them out cold.
Agent Young upon hearing the news asked "Are you s*itting me? Un-*ucking believable. Jesus ****. What is this, a bad remake of Blackhawk Down?!" Smith, Jackson you guys stay with them. The rest of you are with me."
The remaining six Swat members egressed the compound through the rooftop door.
"Kelly, Atkins find the circuit breaker and cut that dam* noise!"
Pretty 22 year old Amanda Kelly and her equally cute 26 year partner Lois Franks splintered off from the main group in search of a fuse box. They were being observed through a side panel in one of the walls.
"Yum yum more fresh meat" whispered one of the extremists to her friend.
"Yeah but wait until they pass us so that we can get behind them Clara."
Agents Kelly and Franks came upon an electrical panel that appeared to be what they were looking for. They both shouldered their rifles and were oblivious to the two felons coming up behind them.
Both agents were grabbed and hand gagged from behind.
"Clara quipped "Hello ladies we need to borrow those nice crisp uniforms but don't worry we'll give them back later."
Agents Kelly and Franks were then dragged into a closet and beaten into unconsciousness.
"Do we need to tie and gag them? They wont be waking up anytime soon."
"Do you want to disobey Colleen, really?"
"Yeah we're right, I forgot about what happened to Beth. Let's zip tie them and use their bras for gags."
"But these cows have wire in them, you can't get a tight gag."
"Just rip off her panties like this and stuff them in her mouth like this."
"D*mn girl you are harsh. Let's finish getting into their clothes. Don't want to miss out on the other fun."
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Epilogue
Team leader muscular Serena Young continued her General Custer moves. She further divided her group by sending two agents out to communicate with the command post. This left just her and her partner Gena Davies minus the rooftop agent as the only ones not stripped bound and gagged inside the compound. It was now Colleen's turn at bat.
Colleen had put her hair into a ponytail, watered her eyes and donned some daisy-duke shorts and a t-shirt.
"Mom! Mom!"
Upon seeing this both agents lowered their weapons and approached what appeared to be a young teen.
Serena asked "Where are the others?"
Colleen pointed upstairs.
"How many are up there?"
"Just the police officers everyone left through a tunnel in the basement a few hours ago."
"Davies, go upstairs and check it out. Okay hon now show me the tunnel."
Colleen led the unsuspecting Serena into the basement and into a blind passage.
"Where's the tunnel kid?"
"You made a big mistake pig."
"Oh yeah and what mistake was that kid?"
"Coming down here alone."
"Listen kid, I don't have time for your s*it. Do you want to go to juvee?"
Serena then pushed past Colleen. But not before Colleen gave her a kick to her solar plexus stopping Serena in her tracks. Serena then received a backwards kick to her right jaw sending the dazed agent sprawling to the ground. Colleen the calmly walked over and straddled the muscular Serena and gave her multiple left-right-left combos until she lapsed into unconsciousness.
"And don't call me kid!!"
Colleen now whispered to the thoroughly pummeled agent "I can't fit your uni but I have a friend who will fit it just nice. I guess I'll have to do the honors. Let's see, you won't be needing this balaclava or the googles. Oh ****, I knocked out Jessica Simpson or her sister. Let me unzip these boots and give your puppies some air. Don't you know that you shouldn't wear dark socks? What is the government teaching you clowns these days? Tactical vest into my pile check, utility belt with holster check. Now for the piece of resistance."
That bad pun fell on deaf ears as Serena was still out. That was a good thing too because she now lay in nothing but her sky blue sports bra with matching full cut panties. Colleen used her own top to gag Serena and to bind her.
"It's about time you guys showed. Put this cow tittied heifer in the room with her other friends and did you take care of the other one?"
One extremist answered "Yeah can't you tell I'm wearing her uniform."
"We've taken so many that I've lost track. Tell everyone not to rely on that one news camera. They should be using their cell phone cameras as well. I want their debacle well covered for the country."
Colleen ordered the sniper impostors to pin down the remaining agents outside but not to hit anyone which would ruin all their plans.
Outside of the compound...
"Where the hell is that firing coming from?!" yelled SAC Julie Myers.
"Its coming from our sniper positions!" screamed agent Meredith Blythe.
"Jones tell those idiots up there that their sights are way off and to cease fire immediately. And ask the chopper to do a fly over."
At the FBI/ATF support position a few miles down the road...
"Ira they are asking for a fly by."
"OK, but have the chopper refuel first."
"You do know that you can lose your job over this don't you. Is this really worth that risk?"
"Hey, I'm just following procedure. Now radio that chopper back. And tell those news crews that they can go in."
Back at the compound...
"Julie, they're coming out now!"
"Thank God, I was beginning to get worried there for a minute, Blythe."
The impostor extremists all feigned smoke inhalation but declined any treatment. Instead they assumed positions to cover the other agents and personnel.
Julie said "Hey Blythe let's take this little ringleader to Hand for a quick debrief. Have some vans come in and haul this lot to jail. And find out why SWAT didn't put them in cuffs. I know it was bad in there but they must follow protocol.
At the support position...
"Hey Hand, thanks for all your support you MF!"
"What do you mean? Our communications were down Myers. And what is up with this kid here? Wait I know you two have captured the teenage Pablo Escobar."
"FU Hand!" growled an irritated Meredith.
"That's SAC Hand and watch your tone with me."
"I don't work for you, you as*hole. I'm the ATF liaison to the FBI on the case."
Julie chimed in "You won't be in charge of jack sh*t as soon as I file my report to Washington."
"Hey Ira, you guys had better come look at this news feed ASAP!"
The group of agents hurried over to the van's monitor and all these veteran agents were aghast at what they were viewing. What appeared to be SWAT members training their rifles on kneeling women clad in only their underwear except for the handful that chose to forgo any this day.
"They can't strip prisoners like that, can they Ira?"
"Those are the extremists holding the rifles you idiot!"
Several news crews were doing live feeds and as some filmed the agents plight outside, the ones that went in got the "real" footage. A basement full of bound and gagged agents some totally nude, some braless, some without panties. Other agents had their faces tied down onto their partners crotches. Other agents were tied into a 69 position with each other but everything was caught on camera.
"Get up there now Hand!"
"This is a delayed feed. I bet they are long gone by now. Along with your careers."
"You bastar*!"
"Ladies I suggest that you take little Miss Dillinger here to jail and await Washington's axe to drop. But don't worry these two troopers will escort you and make sure that she doesn't escape as well."
At a local coffee shop in town...
"Waitress, I demand to speak to the manager!" said an indignant 72 year old patron.
"What is the problem ma'am? replied one of the shop's waitresses.
"You people have kittens locked in this closet. That's despicable!"
The waitress had a quizzical look on her face and followed the woman to the supply closet opposite the restrooms. She opened the door and the sight inside made the old lady swoon. State troopers Mandy Rhodes and Keri Hill were seated on the floor with their hands tied behind their backs with cordage and then tied to each other's wrists. They had their knees tied together and brought up to their pendulous breasts by a loop of rope around their necks. They had their movements further restricted by loops of rope around their ankles and the ends tied to the shelving. Their cries for help were being muffled by their own pantyhose which had been crammed into their mouths and taped in place.
"Mmmmppphhh!"
"Mmmmppphhh!"
The waitress could only stare and finally utter "Holy shi*!"
THE END?...
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The FBI and ATF Joint Venture Episode I
Inside the US Attorney General's Office in Washington, DC...
US Attorney General "OK gentlemen where are we with these extremist nuts out in that Montana shi*hole?"
FBI Director "They are being taken down as we speak without any problems."
ATF Director "There is one slight glitch, our intel reports a fringe women's branch out there housed at a different compound nearby."
US AG "Well what are we doing about them."
FBI Director " Yeah I saw that report. No problems there, just some women with their kids aiding and abetting their husbands and boyfriends."
US AG "God damit! I don't want another Ruby Ridge or Waco. We need to use a carrot and not a stick. Options gentlemen."
ATF Director "Well we can leak the story to the press and start to put our spin on the situation early on."
FBI Director "And I wouldn't use the SWAT teams in place out there, too much adrenaline and testosterone. A bad combo."
US AG "But protocol states SWAT needs to be called in."
ATF Director "Bill you say what a SWAT team consists of. We can get a group of female agents from the local departments put them in some combat fatigues and balaclavas and presto an all female SWAT team."
FBI Director "Right Bill sweet and simple. In and out in no time. What could possibly go wrong?"
But the best laid plans of mice and men...
What the three of them didn't know was that the women's compound was full of hardened career criminals. There were no children living there but instead an arsenal of guns and explosives. Their compound was where the men's group had decided to hide their stash just in case of a raid. The women of the compound were eager to prove their worth to the men and they would not be giving up without a knock down drag out fight.
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The FBI and ATF Joint Venture Episode 2
Special Agent in Charge Ira Hand was livid. He had been ordered by Washington, DC to pull his highly trained SWAT teams and turn over the final arrests to his subordinate SA Julie Myers who was now working with her counterpart over at the ATF Meredith Blythe. To add fuel to the fire he had been ordered to let a local film crew Billings, Montana have full access to the operation.
At the front gate of the extremist's compound...
Meredith Blythe asked "Myers, how do you want to proceed?"
"Washington says nice and easy so just send one of your agents in with one of mine with the search warrant and have that glorified weather girl and her flunky go with them."
"Er, they are standing behind you" whispered Meredith.
Standing to Julie's rear and staring stern faced was correspondent Trisha Dobbins and her camerawoman Stephanie Hall. After a fake grin Julie gave them a brief synopsis of their operation and sent them off with SA Anne Peck and ATF agent Claudia Anderson. None of the women in that group was older than 25. SA Peck knocked on the front door and from within a challenge was heard through the door.
"What do you federal pigs want?"
An irate Claudia retorted "We are here to search this dump so open the door and prepare to get served!"
A more calm Anne gave her a hand signal to go easy. She said "We have your compound surrounded and we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice."
The voice from inside said "Okay but just you four and slide the warrant under the door first."
Minutes later the door opened and the group entered. To everyone's surprise, they were met by just one petite brunette who appeared to be no older than 16. But as they would find out looks can be deceiving.
SA Peck said "Let's start in the basement if you would show us the way."
The group was lead down a back stairway which was unlit, the only light coming from camerawoman Stephanie Hall's camera light and the ambient upstairs daylight. The petite brunette opened a door and led the group inside the room. The extremists had a jamming beacon in the attic and local communications to the agents outside perimeter were severed. Moments later the group were set upon by the extremists hiding inside the room. All four women were quickly gagged and the two agents were handcuffed with their own cuffs and forced to kneel. The brunette told the others to free the news crew.
The brunette said "Let's get this party started. You two pigs get out of them fancy dudes. We will need them later. And you two you had better film everything or I guarantee that you'll be sorry. Ok girls uncuff them so they can strip."
"Whoaaa, who said you pigs could stand remain on your knees."
The two thoroughly humiliated agents could only glare at their captors and knew it was futile to resist. The two agents now started their forced striptease in unison almost synchronized if you will. First both women who remained cloth gagged slipped out of their suit blazers with the only difference being that Anne's was navy and Claudia's was black. Next the agonizing removal of their white blouses came. one of the extremists quipped that this is the true reality TV. They both slowly unbottoned them and had to be repeatedly admonished to hurry up the process. The agents were amply endowed. Anne's chest measured a hefty 38C and Claudia's a 36DD. Anne's rack was housed by a beige full cup wire support bra and Claudia's by a lacy white V cup bra. She liked the men to ogle her cleavage but never had she in her wildest dreams had envisioned this. If the agents had known that the news feed was going viral both would surely have taken a good old fashioned butt whooping rather that submit to this humiliation. Only now the two gagged agents were allowed to rise so as to facilitate the removal of their slacks. Both women proceeded to step out of their 2 inch black pumps and unbutton and unzip their pants. Both now shimmied the tight garments off of their soft meaty rumps and thighs and then kicked them toward their captors. The choice of panties they chose that day led to whistling from the extremists. Anne sported beige boycuts and Claudia white hipsters.
The brunette said "And make sure you have everything in focus too! Now tie these clowns up with that clothesline and stash them in the rear for now."
Five miles down the road at the FBI and ATF's support position...
SA Henry Peterson said Ira, our chopper reports some movement towards the sniper teams they set up in the hills to the south and to the east."
Ira Hand asked "Do they appear to be armed?"
"No they do not."
"Tell everyone to hold this positions then."
"But we have to tell them.."
"We don't have to tell them *hit, Washington says this is their show so let them learn on the job!"
The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture 3
The petite brunette seemed to be the one in charge as all the extremists deferred to her judgment and orders. She was the one who knew the FBI and the ATF would deploy snipers in the surrounding hills. She had been a quick study learning at how their male counter parts had been swiftly dispatched. But the FBI and the ATF sending in these untrained agents was a blessing in disguise. She had ordered two teams of unarmed extremists to lie in wait for those said sniper teams and to take them out when the chance arose. They would not show or use their arms so as not to give the appearance of any crime being committed. They would use the news crew to give them the edge in the public's opinion i.e. big bad Uncle Sam harassing the poor women of a commune.
SA Gladys McClendon who barely qualified as a marksman and her 23 year old spotter Marie Tildon had taken up a site on the south hill which gave them a clear line of fire into the compound. They were being eyed by four extremists who had hidden themselves in a copse of trees just behind them. The brunette had ordered them to be taken out and replaced. The four women had picked up some thick branches along the way and they had just been waiting for the right time to ponce on the unsuspecting agents. SA McClendon and Tildon sported FBI baseball caps in lieu of helmets making things much easier for the waylayers. SA Tildon saw dark flash out of the corner of her eye soon followed by the sound of a thump. Before she could react, she felt a stunning impact against her right temple and blacked out.
One of the attackers said "OK lets get these fed bi*ches stripped and tied up. Mandy, you and Gracie take their positions. We're blocking their radio traffic so don't worry about any radio contact."
The four women set upon the agents like jackals. Both agents in rapid fashion had their caps flipped off and their tactical black boots unzipped the tossed into the growing pile of uniforms. the tactical vest came off next then the utility belts with their 9mm Berettas. SA McClendon was the first to regain consciousness and she was slow to realize that she now only had on her Lycra-Spandex ecru sports bra and matching biker shorts.
"Good morning princess, glad you decided to join us. Now march your big tittied a*s into that ravine."
"I think we killed this one Jane she's not moving one inch."
"Duuh, bend down and she if she's breathing dumb as*."
"Yeah I guess she's still alive but I'm not carrying this hog into the ravine by myself though!"
It was true that SA Tildon could have hit the gym more but she thought that at 5'8" and 165 lbs that she had it going on. This was partly correct as most of her excess fat went to her breasts, butt and thighs.
"Well just drag her a*s to the edge of the ravine and roll her in."
"Yeah that'll work."
It wasn't until poor agent Tildon hit the brush at the bottom of the hill that she started to show any signs of life. SA McClendon had now regained her faculties and had been led on a more circuitous route down the ravine. She was being warned that she would get more of the "same" if she tried anything. She was weighing her options in her head but wasn't processing clearly so she continued to comply. The other extremist had reached the rapidly awakening agent Tildon who was forced to lie face down and placed into a strict hogtie. Several coils of duct tape around her mouth ensured her silence. SA McClendon seeing the treatment of her partner now decided to resist her captor. This was a big mistake on her part.
"Kick her as* Jane!"
And this is what Jane proceeded to do with dispatch. A left right left combo, a knee to SA McClendon's stomach followed by a devastating right uppercut left the agent semi-conscious.
"B*tch you lose your underwear for that little workout!"
SA McClendon now laid next to her partner completely nude in a rope hogtie with her white crew socks wedged into her mouth and duct taped in place. She could only wallow her massive breasts into the soft clay beneath her.
With nothing more to do, the two extremists got into an argument as to which agent had the largest bust. Both agents appeared to be equally endowed but Jane argued vehemently that SA Tildon weighed about 25lbs more making SA McClendon the one with the larger rack.
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Episode 4
At the sniper position to the east of the compound...
"Damn Gladys will you hurry up and finish putting on that uniform already?"
Gladys frustratingly responded "This b*tch's boots are a half size too big."
You're shi**ing me right!? Do I need to call Colleen? And will you two keep those pigs quiet! I can hear them mewing way over here!"
A glance over to some nearby bushes revealed the ATF sniper team reduced to their underwear and harshly placed into a frontal hogtie with their own zip ties.
One extremist hovered over the two struggling mewing agents and said "Now didn't I ask you two nicely to shut the *uck up!"
The mewing ceased abruptly.
In the basement of the compound...
The petite brunette had two of the extremists to don the clothes the two agents now being held hostage and to assume a prearranged position. But now Colleen would have some x-rated fun with her two hostages, something that could not be shown on live TV. Colleen ordered that the camerawoman Stephanie show one of the extremists how to use the camera. They then marched correspondent Trisha Dobbins, Stephanie and the two agents upstairs to a bedroom. Agents Anne Peck and Claudia Anderson were uncuffed and told to get on the bed but they were told to keep their gags in place.
Colleen blithely said to Trisha and Stephanie "OK you're on."
Third runner-up Miss Montana Trisha Dobbins who was a gorgeous 24 year old blonde blue-eyed airhead said "Wha what do you mean?"
"Do you and your other bimbo friend need a script or something? Jesus! Get into your birthday suits and *uck those two on the bed as soon as Emily finishes cutting away their undies."
Stephanie boldly stated "You're out of your da*n mind if you think you can make us do that!"
Upon hearing that the two agents started mewling even louder and started shaking their heads.
"Colleen calmly but assertively said "Oh I know I can cuz if you two don't hurry and get going Margaret there is going to take that rolling pin and beat you two b*tches in the head until you look like the Elephant man but only uglier. And good luck finding a TV gig after that!"
It only took a half step toward the news crew by Margaret with her rolling pin in hand before Trisha and Stephanie were pulling off their clothes.
"Everything?" Trisha asked demurely.
"What the *uck do you think whore?" was Margaret's stern reply.
"What do you want us to do now?" asked a quivering Stepanie.
"Do I look like a *ucking lezbo?! I don't know... do em like you do your man. Go down on em and do it slow!" shouted an irritated Colleen.
Colleen glanced over at two other extremists and just said "Barn now."
"And don't you two worry" looking at the news crew "they'll do you next."
Upon hearing that Anne and Claudia squealed even louder.
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Episode 5
Colleen the unofficial leader of the female extremist sect was barking out commands and directives. She had been tested a few years back when she lived with her affluent parents in Palo Alto, CA and her IQ was 130. She could have been anything she wanted in this life but she chose the lawless path much to her parents chagrin.
"Cathy you look almost believable as that airhead dingbat. And you Cynthia could pass as that camerawoman's twin sister. Ok then get to your positions."
Another extremist approached Colleen and said that the wind was blowing in the right direction.
Colleen said "Right let's do this. Amy, take your AK-47 up on the roof and fire off a volley."
Colleen radioed Sandy to have the group at the barn to set it on fire. She then ordered everyone else inside the compound to take up their pre-arranged positions. The FBI and the ATF agents would come in in search of a cache of illegal firearms and weapons but they would find something very unexpected.
Outside at the FBI and ATF command post ...
SAC Julie Myers was getting frantic. She was not really trained for this scenario and to make matters worse her counterpart at the ATF was of little help. Julie had the looks and the build of a present day Jennifer Connelly except for the strawberry blonde hair. Agent Meredith Blythe on the other hand looked like the 60, 70's actress Carol Baker right down to her plump butt and those curvaceous gams. Although she covered it up well enough, Meredith did not like playing second fiddle to the FBI. The ATF had initially started the investigation and was eventually regulated to a backup role by the US Attorney General.
Julie ordered the 12 women FBI SWAT and the 12 women ATF SWAT teams to move in foregoing the advice to use their remote control robot. Instead, she opted for a two prong raid. The ATF would split up and enter through the front and the rear. The FBI SWAT team would be choppered in and belay onto the compound's roof. But just as the operation was a go, thick smoke filled the air severely limiting everyone's visual range. This also disrupted the raid's timing as the chopper was late to lower the FBI SWAT team. Plus the communications were still severed by the extremists' jamming device. A more seasoned SAC would have ordered their communication channel to be switched but this order wasn't given. The ATF SWAT went in on time. Craftily placed barricades impeded the movement of the split ATF team. Blaring music from all the rooms impaired voice communications. Julie had ordered the electricity to be cut but the compound had its own internal generator. Open windows and doors allowed the thick smoke to easily fill the compound. The extremists had gas masks and just waited for their prey to meander by. The SWAT teams from both agencies only had their balaclavas and goggles to filter the thick smoke.
The first ambush came from a hidden door down one of the hallways. A peephole allowed the ambushers to see out and as the last two agents in the elongated queue crept by two extremists burst out wielding axe handles. One blow landed against one of the agent's temple and her partner had a blow to the base of her skull. Both were out before they hit the floor. Both were then dragged back into the hidden passage.
"Where have you two been?!! Stay together."
The two impostors just nodded. As soon as the two agents in front of them turned their backs they had the muzzle of a modified AR-15 pressed against the napes of their necks. They were funneled into a room and relieved of their fatigues, boots, weapons and gear. The were hidden in a closet and securely tied with their bras used to gag them. The four ATF impostors linked up with the remaining two agents who were now met by the six agents of the rear entry assault team. The impostors said that they saw movement towards the basement. The four impostors hung back. The 8 real agents assumed positions to egress a large room in the basement. One agent tossed in a stun grenade and they charged in. As soon as the last agent entered the room one of the impostors closed the heavy steel door behind them and locked. As the agents were trying to figure out what was happening, knockout gad was released into the room through shafts in each corner of the room. A few shots aimed at the door returned only ricochets and this halted the gunfire. Not before long the remaining members of the ATF SWAT team were out and their uniforms appropriated as well.
Colleen said to her band of outlaws "Ok, now let's take care of those heifers trying to land on the roof. Take your positions!"
A sudden change in wind direction allowed the chopper pilot to have enough visibility to maneuver into position over the roof.
Lead FBI Swat leader 31 year old hard body Serena Young yelled "Everyone check you lines and harnesses. When we get inside watch your fields of fire. And please don't shoot any kids!"
The FBI Swat team proceeded to belay down their thick coiled ropes. But the hastily put together team had one agent let go too soon and twisted her ankle, another fell out of the chopper but was lucky that the fall was only 20 feet. The bad luck was that she landed on top of two other agents knocking them out cold.
Agent Young upon hearing the news asked "Are you s*itting me? Un-*ucking believable. Jesus ****. What is this, a bad remake of Blackhawk Down?!" Smith, Jackson you guys stay with them. The rest of you are with me."
The remaining six Swat members egressed the compound through the rooftop door.
"Kelly, Atkins find the circuit breaker and cut that dam* noise!"
Pretty 22 year old Amanda Kelly and her equally cute 26 year partner Lois Franks splintered off from the main group in search of a fuse box. They were being observed through a side panel in one of the walls.
"Yum yum more fresh meat" whispered one of the extremists to her friend.
"Yeah but wait until they pass us so that we can get behind them Clara."
Agents Kelly and Franks came upon an electrical panel that appeared to be what they were looking for. They both shouldered their rifles and were oblivious to the two felons coming up behind them.
Both agents were grabbed and hand gagged from behind.
"Clara quipped "Hello ladies we need to borrow those nice crisp uniforms but don't worry we'll give them back later."
Agents Kelly and Franks were then dragged into a closet and beaten into unconsciousness.
"Do we need to tie and gag them? They wont be waking up anytime soon."
"Do you want to disobey Colleen, really?"
"Yeah we're right, I forgot about what happened to Beth. Let's zip tie them and use their bras for gags."
"But these cows have wire in them, you can't get a tight gag."
"Just rip off her panties like this and stuff them in her mouth like this."
"D*mn girl you are harsh. Let's finish getting into their clothes. Don't want to miss out on the other fun."
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The FBI and the ATF Joint Venture Epilogue
Team leader muscular Serena Young continued her General Custer moves. She further divided her group by sending two agents out to communicate with the command post. This left just her and her partner Gena Davies minus the rooftop agent as the only ones not stripped bound and gagged inside the compound. It was now Colleen's turn at bat.
Colleen had put her hair into a ponytail, watered her eyes and donned some daisy-duke shorts and a t-shirt.
"Mom! Mom!"
Upon seeing this both agents lowered their weapons and approached what appeared to be a young teen.
Serena asked "Where are the others?"
Colleen pointed upstairs.
"How many are up there?"
"Just the police officers everyone left through a tunnel in the basement a few hours ago."
"Davies, go upstairs and check it out. Okay hon now show me the tunnel."
Colleen led the unsuspecting Serena into the basement and into a blind passage.
"Where's the tunnel kid?"
"You made a big mistake pig."
"Oh yeah and what mistake was that kid?"
"Coming down here alone."
"Listen kid, I don't have time for your s*it. Do you want to go to juvee?"
Serena then pushed past Colleen. But not before Colleen gave her a kick to her solar plexus stopping Serena in her tracks. Serena then received a backwards kick to her right jaw sending the dazed agent sprawling to the ground. Colleen the calmly walked over and straddled the muscular Serena and gave her multiple left-right-left combos until she lapsed into unconsciousness.
"And don't call me kid!!"
Colleen now whispered to the thoroughly pummeled agent "I can't fit your uni but I have a friend who will fit it just nice. I guess I'll have to do the honors. Let's see, you won't be needing this balaclava or the googles. Oh ****, I knocked out Jessica Simpson or her sister. Let me unzip these boots and give your puppies some air. Don't you know that you shouldn't wear dark socks? What is the government teaching you clowns these days? Tactical vest into my pile check, utility belt with holster check. Now for the piece of resistance."
That bad pun fell on deaf ears as Serena was still out. That was a good thing too because she now lay in nothing but her sky blue sports bra with matching full cut panties. Colleen used her own top to gag Serena and to bind her.
"It's about time you guys showed. Put this cow tittied heifer in the room with her other friends and did you take care of the other one?"
One extremist answered "Yeah can't you tell I'm wearing her uniform."
"We've taken so many that I've lost track. Tell everyone not to rely on that one news camera. They should be using their cell phone cameras as well. I want their debacle well covered for the country."
Colleen ordered the sniper impostors to pin down the remaining agents outside but not to hit anyone which would ruin all their plans.
Outside of the compound...
"Where the hell is that firing coming from?!" yelled SAC Julie Myers.
"Its coming from our sniper positions!" screamed agent Meredith Blythe.
"Jones tell those idiots up there that their sights are way off and to cease fire immediately. And ask the chopper to do a fly over."
At the FBI/ATF support position a few miles down the road...
"Ira they are asking for a fly by."
"OK, but have the chopper refuel first."
"You do know that you can lose your job over this don't you. Is this really worth that risk?"
"Hey, I'm just following procedure. Now radio that chopper back. And tell those news crews that they can go in."
Back at the compound...
"Julie, they're coming out now!"
"Thank God, I was beginning to get worried there for a minute, Blythe."
The impostor extremists all feigned smoke inhalation but declined any treatment. Instead they assumed positions to cover the other agents and personnel.
Julie said "Hey Blythe let's take this little ringleader to Hand for a quick debrief. Have some vans come in and haul this lot to jail. And find out why SWAT didn't put them in cuffs. I know it was bad in there but they must follow protocol.
At the support position...
"Hey Hand, thanks for all your support you MF!"
"What do you mean? Our communications were down Myers. And what is up with this kid here? Wait I know you two have captured the teenage Pablo Escobar."
"FU Hand!" growled an irritated Meredith.
"That's SAC Hand and watch your tone with me."
"I don't work for you, you as*hole. I'm the ATF liaison to the FBI on the case."
Julie chimed in "You won't be in charge of jack sh*t as soon as I file my report to Washington."
"Hey Ira, you guys had better come look at this news feed ASAP!"
The group of agents hurried over to the van's monitor and all these veteran agents were aghast at what they were viewing. What appeared to be SWAT members training their rifles on kneeling women clad in only their underwear except for the handful that chose to forgo any this day.
"They can't strip prisoners like that, can they Ira?"
"Those are the extremists holding the rifles you idiot!"
Several news crews were doing live feeds and as some filmed the agents plight outside, the ones that went in got the "real" footage. A basement full of bound and gagged agents some totally nude, some braless, some without panties. Other agents had their faces tied down onto their partners crotches. Other agents were tied into a 69 position with each other but everything was caught on camera.
"Get up there now Hand!"
"This is a delayed feed. I bet they are long gone by now. Along with your careers."
"You bastar*!"
"Ladies I suggest that you take little Miss Dillinger here to jail and await Washington's axe to drop. But don't worry these two troopers will escort you and make sure that she doesn't escape as well."
At a local coffee shop in town...
"Waitress, I demand to speak to the manager!" said an indignant 72 year old patron.
"What is the problem ma'am? replied one of the shop's waitresses.
"You people have kittens locked in this closet. That's despicable!"
The waitress had a quizzical look on her face and followed the woman to the supply closet opposite the restrooms. She opened the door and the sight inside made the old lady swoon. State troopers Mandy Rhodes and Keri Hill were seated on the floor with their hands tied behind their backs with cordage and then tied to each other's wrists. They had their knees tied together and brought up to their pendulous breasts by a loop of rope around their necks. They had their movements further restricted by loops of rope around their ankles and the ends tied to the shelving. Their cries for help were being muffled by their own pantyhose which had been crammed into their mouths and taped in place.
"Mmmmppphhh!"
"Mmmmppphhh!"
The waitress could only stare and finally utter "Holy shi*!"
THE END?...
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