Theft of Velvet Dominion uniforms

[Murat1515]

1)Velvet Dominion is a secret women's organization that uses an elite hotel as a base to collect compromising information on VIP guests (hidden cameras in rooms and corridors, recording infidelity, deals, weaknesses - everything is sold on the black market or used for influence).

Two undercover agents - a man and a woman - infiltrate the hotel at night to steal the uniform of one of the security guards and gain access to the server room with the recordings.

They sneak along the VIP corridor. Suddenly they see her - a sexy security guard in a tight black suit, a mask over her eyes, elbow-length gloves, and a pistol on her belt. She patrols slowly, swaying her hips.

The heroes freeze behind a corner. But the female agent accidentally catches her heel on the carpet - a slight rustle. The security guard sharply turns around, raises her pistol, and walks straight towards them...

2)They freeze around the corner. Lana accidentally catches her heel on the carpet – a slight rustle. The security guard sharply turns around, raising her gun.

He jumps out from behind the corner, pointing his gun at her at point-blank range. His voice is low, with pleasure:

"Drop the weapon. Slowly. Hands up."

The security guard flinches, her eyes widen under the mask. She timidly drops the gun to the floor – it falls with a dull thud. Her hands tremble, rising upwards. Her voice trembles:

"P-please... don't shoot... I... I'll obey..."

He approaches closer, the gun at her temple, looking at her with a predatory smile.

"Good girl. Turn your back to me. Hands behind your head."

She turns around, trembling, hands behind her head.

He grabs her arm and sharply pulls her out of the corridor into the nearest room (the door is open). She doesn't resist – she walks submissively, stumbling, the suit stretching over her hips, the gloves gleaming. He holds the gun to her temple, his gaze predatory. She trembles, but doesn't resist – fear completely takes over.

In the room, she stands near him, hands behind her head, the gun at her head. He looks down at her, not lowering the gun. His voice is low:

"Take off your clothes. Slowly. The suit is my trophy. Hands at your sides. Don't dare cover yourself."

She trembles, her eyes downcast, her lips trembling, but obediently begins to unzip the zipper at the collar. The fabric slides off her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and a lace bra.

Lana behind her slowly pulls off the rest of the suit. First the belt, the gloves, the mask – everything falls to the floor. Then she pulls the bra down – the fabric slides off, exposing her breasts. The security guard stands naked from the waist up, hands at her sides, trembling, her breasts exposed, not daring to cover herself – she is forbidden to. Lana takes the bra in her hands, smirks:

"Oh, I liked this lace bra... I'll keep it as a souvenir. You won't need it anymore."

Her partner pulls off the lower part of the uniform, leaving the security guard in lace thongs. She stands, trembling, her breasts exposed, hands at her sides.

The man looks at her, his eyes burning, not lowering his pistol. His voice is full of pleasure:

"What a beauty... so helpless in thongs... breasts exposed, trembling... I like it when you stand like that, exposed and submissive. Good girl..."

Her partner puts on the uniform – the suit fits perfectly, emphasizing her figure. She adjusts the belt, puts on the gloves, the mask.

"Now I'm one of them."

The security guard stands in thongs, hands at her sides, trembling, her breasts exposed. The man watches, enjoying the moment, and her helplessness.

"And you'll stay with us... just in case. So beautiful in just underwear..."

3)The security guard stands in the room wearing only lace thongs, her breasts exposed, her arms raised and spread to the sides, her body trembling with fear and shame. A gun is held to her temple, the man is holding her at gunpoint, Lana stands to the side.

The man looks down at her, his eyes burning, his voice low and full of pleasure:

"What a beauty... your breasts are so appetizing, exposed to all the winds... the thongs barely cover anything... I like it when you stand like this, trembling and naked. Don't lower your arms, beautiful. Let everything be on display."

He suddenly leans closer, the gun at her temple, his voice threatening and full of pleasure:

"Now tell me: where is your communication device? An earpiece? A microphone? Where are you hiding it? Speak, or I'll shoot you in the knee."

The security guard trembles even more, her voice broken:

"P-please... in the thongs... there... in the little pocket... I... I didn't want to..."

He smirks, slowly runs his hand down her thigh, reaches into the thongs, and pulls out a small earpiece/microphone. He shows it to Lana:

"Here it is. The little spy was hiding the communication device in the most interesting place... I like how you tremble when I reach in there. So hot and helpless..."

The security guard blushes with shame, trembles, her breasts rise with heavy breathing, the thongs are shifted, her body is tense, her gaze is down, her lips tremble. Her voice is broken:

"P-please... don't look... I... I will obey... just don't shoot..."

Lana comes closer, puts her hands on her shoulders to prevent her from lowering her arms and trying to cover herself. She smirks:

"Hands up, girl. Don't you dare cover yourself." "You're our little trophy doll now..."

The man's gaze sweeps over her body, a gun held to her temple, his voice filled with pleasure:

"Such smooth skin... such firm breasts... such thin thong... I like it when you stand like this, exposed, trembling and submissive. Good girl..."

Lana adjusts her uniform belt, looking at the security guard:

"The costume suits me. And you... you'll stay naked with us until we finish the job."

The security guard trembles, her hands raised, her breasts exposed, a thong on her hips, a gun at her temple. She doesn't dare move or cover herself – fear completely paralyzes her.

4)She stands in the room in only a thong, her breasts exposed, her arms raised and spread to the sides, her body trembling with fear and shame. A gun is held to her temple, the man is holding her at gunpoint, Lana is standing to the side in uniform.

The man can't resist – he slowly runs his hand over her breast, squeezes it lightly, then lowers his palm down her stomach to her thong. His voice is low, full of pleasure:

"I can't stop... your breasts are so firm, so warm... your thong is so thin... I like it when you stand like this, trembling and exposed. A bad girl from a bad corporation – you deserve to be touched like this."

The security guard trembles harder, her chest rises with heavy breathing, her thong is shifted, her body is tense. Her voice is broken, humiliated:

"P-please... don't touch me... I'm ashamed... I... I just wanted to survive..."

Lana approaches closer, puts her hands on her shoulders, preventing her from lowering her arms. She smirks:

"Bad girl, huh? From Velvet Dominion – you're all like that there... now stand still and be quiet until you've been played with."

The man turns her to face him, the gun at her chest, his other hand hooks the thong from the front and pulls it up – the fabric digs into her skin, stretches, teases. His voice is mocking:

"A bad girl from a bad corporation... deserves to have her thong pulled like this. Look how it digs in... your ass is so appetizing... I like it when you stand like this, humiliated and submissive."

The security guard whimpers softly, her body tenses, the thong is stretched, her buttocks are partially exposed. Her voice trembles, humiliated:

"P-please... don't... it hurts... I... I didn't want to be in this corporation... let me go..."

They turn her around, facing away from him. He pulls the thong up even tighter – the fabric stretches, digs in, teasingly. A gun is pressed against her back. A voice says with pleasure:

"Bad girl... deserves to be played with like this. Look how the thong digs into her skin... her butt is so round... I like it when you stand like this, turned around and trembling."

The security guard trembles, her hands raised, her back to him, the thong pulled tight, her buttocks exposed. Her voice is broken, humiliated:

"P-please... I... I won't do it again... I'll tell you everything... just don't..."

Lana is behind her, holding her hands, smirking:

"A bad girl deserves punishment. Look how she's trembling – she even likes being held like this."

The man lets go of the thong – it returns to its place, but he leaves his hand on her buttock. He doesn't lower the gun.

"Good girl... or bad? Let's continue the game."

5)Lana approaches, places her hands on her shoulders, preventing her from lowering her arms. Her voice sounds negative and irritated:

"Jake, stop groping this slut. You can sleep with her right here. You've completely forgotten about the mission. We've played with her enough, let's tie her up and lock her in the closet."

Jake smirks, lets go of the thong, but gives her thigh one last stroke:

"You're right... but just one more time..."

He slaps her buttocks – a loud slap, her buttocks tremble. Then he squeezes them hard with one hand, enjoying it. His voice is full of pleasure:

"With my job, I rarely get a chance to grope such beauties... such a round, firm ass... a bad girl deserves this."

The security guard quietly sobs, her body tenses, the thong stretches. Her voice trembles with humiliation:

"P-please... it hurts..."

Lana takes out a rope, ties her hands in front – the rope digs into her wrists, she flinches, but doesn't resist. Then she takes duct tape and tapes her mouth shut – the tape presses tightly against her lips. The security guard quietly moans, her eyes widen with fear...

They drag her into the closet and sit her down there.

Lana smirks:

"Sit quietly, good bitch. Don't move, or it will be worse."

[Murat1515]

I wrote a story and created photos to go with it, but they simply wouldn't attach. The old, ugly, and confusing design of this forum is driving me crazy...

[Murat1515]

I wrote a story and created photos to go with it, but they simply wouldn't attach. The old, ugly, and confusing design of this forum is driving me crazy...

https://www.deviantart.com/murat1515/ar ... 1289893400

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Murat, you can link the pictures to the board by copying "copy address image " of your DA picture and then pasting it in the "insert image" of the board , this one , I don't see any confusion

out of curiosity, which AI is this?

[Murat1515]

Murat, you can link the pictures to the board by copying "copy address image " of your DA picture and then pasting it in the "insert image" of the board , this one , I don't see any confusion

out of curiosity, which AI is this?

Grok

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grok? then why don't you create a shot reel?

[Murat1515]

grok? then why don't you create a shot reel?

Grock makes mistakes when he creates a video, and the quality is poor, and the regular version has a maximum of 6 seconds, which is terrible. It's better to take photos based on the story and create stories from them.