Uniform Stealing Board

Operation Rescue
by Xerxes11071,





Clad in a figure hugging black catsuit and high heeled boots, Agent Felicity Monroe, a gorgeous, fit, yet gently curvaceous woman in her late twenties, of slightly above average height, with long, auburn hair, alabaster skin, and sparkling green eyes crouched in hiding outside of a castle in Northern Germany.

"Remember your Mission Miss Monroe, Agent Haroldson's last message came from this vicinity, said he was on to something big, then, no further word, we're almost positive he's been captured, it's your job to find out, and if possible bring him back", A voice crackled into Felicity's ear, it was her Superior, Mrs De la Poer.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not an weebrain! I remember what my mission is!, now who does this castle belong to again, Baroness Von big tits? or something like that?".

"Baroness Isabeau Von Zwischen, and I really, really hope you're joking, a Man's life could be at stake here, if you can't even remember his captor's name..." Mrs De La Poer trailed off.

"I'm sorry, just after a while all these pompous rich bad girls all kinda look the same, so what do we know about Baron Von Zizz-hen?".

"You did read her case file, right?".

"Well, I skimmed it, sort of".

"Tsk, tsk", Mrs De La Poer reprimanded "She's from a very ancient noble family who long ago ruled their demesne with an Iron first, ruthlessly crushing any descent, according to some legends her ancestors even used peasant girls as furniture, Isabeau more than follows in their legacy, taking part in middle-eastern arms trafficking, human trafficking in Eastern Europe, and drug dealing in southeast Asia, all as an operative of some massive Shadowy organization, and that's only what we know of so far".

"Sounds like a real piece of work huh, I can't wait to drag her bloated spoiled ass back to base", Felicity laughed.

"No, no, this is purely a rescue mission, Von Zwischen, for all her ego is just small fry, we need to find out who she's working for".

"Okay, fine", Felicty grumbled, "So you want me to sneak into her Castle-Mansion-thing, find Haraldson, and then get the fuck out? sounds pretty easy honestly".

"Essentially, but it's not that simple, Isabeau is having an extravagant Ball tonight, that's your ticket in, you will need to find a disguise".

"Ah, so it's going to be one of THOSE missions" Felicity smirked, "I'm looking forward to it!", the transmission clicked off, and she darted from her hiding spot, speeding through the darkness.

The castle was surrounded by a massive moat, with only two heavily fortified checkpoints providing an entrance, but Felicity was prepared, she swiftly removed a device from her backpack, and fired, the grappling hook shot up and snagged on the wall, stretching the wire attached to it taught, and allowing Felicity to scale the wall.

Felicity had just reached the top however, when she saw two guards approaching her, one a tall Blonde, and other a Shorter , but bustier Brunette, both dressed in tight black cocktail dresses. Hoping they did'nt see her, the Agent quickly slid behind a nearby corner and waited.

In a moment, both sentries had rounded the corner as well, but Felicity was ready for them, delivering a powerful Judo chop right to the Brunette's neck, "Ughhh!!," she fell limp against her startled partner "You look like you needed a rest!" she laughed.

"ACHTUNG!!, Eindringling!" Before Felicity could do anything, the Blonde was screaming into her walkie-talkie, and she knew enough German to know this meant "Warning, Intruder!".

Felicity promptly knocked the Walkie-Talkie from her hands, but it was too,"Damn it!", only minutes into the mission, and everything was going wrong, the henchwoman punched furiously at her but she easily dodged and responded with a flurry of blows of her own against her stomach and chest.

"Oooff!!" the woman fell back on her ass with a yelp of pain, and Felicity quickly finished her off with a blow to the head "Sweet dreams!".


"Damn it!" Felicity moaned again, this was awful, despite her speedy Victory, everyone would now soon know there was an intruder in the building, she needed to act quickly.

Not even bothering to dispose of the two crumpled henchwoman in order to save time, Felicity jumped through a nearby window, and found herself inside the surprisingly well lit castle, although the building itself was ancient, it had been very renovated. She hurried down a flight of stairs, where much to her horror, she saw a large group of Henchwomen hurrying down the hall, undoubtedly searching for the intruder, without any other option, Felicity ducked through the nearest door she could find.

Seeing the stalls and sinks, she realized this was a restroom, "hey, you're not honestly thinking about wearing that to Baroness Isabeau's ball are you?, itz not a costume party!", Felicity heard a heavily accented Voice, and turned around to see a scowling, blonde woman wearing an extravagant Green dress.

"Well, actually no, I'll soon have a change of clothes", Agent Monroe smiled, stepping closer to the woman.

"Good!, Because this is a very, very exclusive party, and ve can't have any low class untermensch around here, these zervants are bad enough!", the woman commented casually while washing her face.

"I take it you're invited then?", Felicity inquired, now getting up close.

"Ja, my name Ursula Wagner, I come from a family almost as old and noble as her's, and vy are you invited?", she looked up from the sink.

"I'm not", Felicity winked, and before the flabbergasted noble could respond, put her in a head lock and started choking.

"ARGGHHH, NEINE!! GET OFF OF MEE YOU SVINE!!", the woman struggled, dragging her heels against the stone floor, kicking and punching aimlessly, this lasted for a few minutes, but in the end was no contest, the soft, pampered noblewoman soon fell inert in the wiry agent's arms.

"Sorry about that! Well, not really", Felicity taunted the unconscious woman, and begin removing her dress, revealing the voluptuous body underneath, now clad only in tight fitting black bra and panties. Then, checking to ensure no one else was coming, Felicity stripped out of her black catsuit.

The contrast between the two women's bodies could not be more stark, while Felicity's well toned and sleek physique reflected a a life of hard work, combat and activity, Ursula's lazy curves reflected one of decadence and unearned privilege, "Looks'like somebody could loose a few pounds!" the Agent laughed as she pinched her stomach, and started putting on the Noble's dress.

Though it fit well enough, Felicity had never really been a big fan of dresses and felt rather uncomfortable, still, she couldn't waist any time, and set about doing the next part, forcing Ursula into her Catsuit, it take an excruciating amount of time and effort, but eventually the unconscious woman was in, it had been a tight fit on Felicity, but now it looked about ready to burst.

Just as the Agent stood up to admire her handiwork, three henchwomen burst into the room, stopped upon seeing the bizarre scene, and looked in shock.

"Uh, This was the intruder, she attacked me!" without think, Felicity exclaimed in her best German, hoping against hope they'd believe her.

The three hurriedly chatted among themselves for a minute, before exchanging stern looks and walking forward, much to her relief, they grabbed the unconscious Ursula and began pulling her away, while one grunted something to Felicity. She hurried off, trying not to let them see her smiling in relief.

Not wanting to draw any more attention to herself, Felicity waddled awkwardly on her heels down the hall, trying to get to the Ballroom as quickly as possible. She did'nt have much time before Ursula awoke and her trick was found out, and would need to find and rescue Haroldson before then.

Rounding a corner, Felicity then stumbled right into a gaggle of Ladies all dressed in exquisite clothes, and assuming that they must be going to the Ball, decided to follow them.


Twisting through another set of Halls, Felicity then nearly stumbled in surprise into a a massive Ballroom, packed with hundreds of finely dressed women and men, while on the far side was some sort of elevated dais and a table, in the center of which a tall, Blonde regal looking woman sat, her otherwise pretty face contorted into what was even from the distance a clear grimace, this was surely the Baroness.



"I need confirmation!" Felicity hissed into her headset, in a minute Mrs De La Poer responded, "Well alright, but if you had actually READ the file then you'd be able to know yourself, but yes, that is Baroness Isabeau Von Zwischen


At that moment a hush fell across the entire room as everyone stopped talking at once, Isabeau stood up, as all heads turned to her, and started delivering a speech.

"you can scold me later, right now I need to know what she's saying!", Felicity whispered, "It looks important!".

"On it!", despite her occasional disagreements with Felicity, Mrs De La Poer was very driven at her job.



Felicity just stood there for the next several minutes, as Isabeau spoke, occasionally raising her voice and pounding her fists like a certain 1930s politician, until she eventually concluded, and the crowed erupted in applause, with Felicity doing her best to clap along with them.

"Okay, I have the translation, no need to waste your time with all of it, but after the introduction she basically says in a few months she will be even more powerful and wealthy, and of course all of you who have helped her will be as well, then she says" Mrs De La Poer paused, "she says she must be leaving now, as she has some Business to attend to, but hopes everyone else will enjoy the party, Felicity, you must follow her!".

"Oh really? I had no idea!" the agent smirked, pushing her way through the crowd to get a better look at where Isabeau was going, she saw her walk down the dais then exit through a small back door, followed by two stern women dressed in black cocktail dresses.

"What's happening, are you on her?", the voiced squeaked through on her head est once more.


"Not yet, I think I need another change of outfits first".

"A change of outfits?! what does that mean!?".

Not bothering to respond, Felicity looked around the room, there were lines of women dressed in Black cocktail dresses, most ostensibly waitresses, but odd, gun shaped bulges revealed their true purpose, they were the Baroness'es security force. She would have to get one of them on her own, but how?, the agent wondered, but time was ticking, and to make maters worse, the other ball-goers were starting to notice her erratic movements and difficulty walking in high heels.

Just as she was beginning to panic, Felicity then saw exactly what she hoped for, one Brunette henchwoman parted with her comrades and started walking away with a cigarette in hand, likely to take a smoke break.

This was the chance she needed, removing her shoes to move faster, Felicity shadowed the woman away from the party until they got to a secluded corner, at which point she turned around, "Vy are yu following me!", having just put a lit cigarette in her mouth.

"Have'nt you ever heard, smoking kills!" with that, Felicity socked the woman right in the face, knocking the cigarette free, and causing her to crumple to the ground with a moan of pain.

"You should be thanking me", she tittered and swiftly removed the dress from her slender yet compact body.

Doing the same as she did with the noblewoman earlier, Felicity switched outfits, cladding herself in a tight cocktail dress, and leaving the henchwoman wearing her discarded green dress and heels, to complete the ruse, she then dragged the girl to another group of sentries, and mumbled in German, "This one has had too much!", before making her way to the door she saw Isabeau exit through.

Nervously, she waited until another group of henchwomen were about use the portal, and tagged along with them, stepping through just as it slammed shut behind her.

"Okay, I'm in now, what do I do?", Felicity whispered after making sure she was alone.

"We do not know where Agent Haroldson is being held, so I advise you make your way to Isabeau's private chamber, there might be clues there, i'll guide the way".

Following the directions, Felicity went down one hall, up a circular flight of stairs, down another hall, turned two corners,before getting to a door "is this it?", she asked.

"Well, yes, however, one thing that I forgot to tell, yo", "SLAM!!!" Felicity felt a sudden blow and burst of pain to the back of her head, and went flying forward, headset rolling from her ear, "Ughhh"", she moaned, then looked up to see the strangest woman she had ever seen standing over her, a nearly seven foot tall, curvaceous brunette Bombshell.

"Well, well, this is the intruder!" the woman spoke in a thick Russian accent as she cracked her knuckles.

Felicity was terrified, but she tried to keep her cool, "Intruder!? can't you see, i'm on your side!".

"Smart girly, but not smart enough, after a little 'Prodding' Ursula Wagner remembered exactly what happened, you knocked her out and switched clothes, then it would appear you did it again, clever I admit".

"ugghh, Very well" Felicity struggled to her feet, "So what now?".

"We can do the easy way, or the hard way".

"I'm guessing if you get your way, both will end up with me locked in a torture chamber for the rest of my short life", Felicity grunted.

"The hard way it is then!" the Russian laughed, with incredible speed, she launched a kick with her long leg, striking a dumbfound Felicity right in the stomach and sending her hurtling back, crashing against the wall with a sickening thud.

"Ahhhhhh!!", Felicity screamed in pain, she briefly rubbed her battered body before trying to crawl away, but in just a few moments, a kick to the rear sent her flipping over smacking against the floor once more.

"Weak, weak little girl, I tear you like doll!" the Russian reached down and grabbed Felicity before she could get any further, and lifted her up to eye level.

"You psycho Slavic slut!" she shouted and spit in the woman's face, but she merely laughed even more.

"Hahah! When I found there was intruder, I think she must be strong, spy, but what find is just girl!" she tossed Felicity to the floor again.

"ARGGHH!, don't you know that cold war's over!" despite her pain Felicity furiously struck back, smashing her attacker's exposed big toe with her first.


"ARRGGGG!!", The Russian grunted, raising her foot instinctively, "Is that the best you have!?", she kicked again, but using the distraction, this time Felicity was able to role a away and get back on her feet sufficiently far away.


"Is that the best YOU have?", she taunted, it wasn't a great insult, but in her pain and stress she couldn't think of anything better to say.

"Not at all!" The woman screamed and rushed straight at Felicity, punching wildly, but the agent managed to use her opponent's height against her, dodged every blow, and punched her hard right in the stomach.

"EEEKKK!!!" The Russian screamed in agony and doubled over, but reacted quickly, bringing her fist sideways directly down on Felicity's head causing her stumble back in pain.

The two women now withdrew, keeping a keen eye on the other from a safe distance, both massaging their various aches and bruises, Felicity now knew that she couldn't beat this beast head on, she'd have to try something different...

she maneuvered around the Amazon, her large size preventing her from quickly keeping up, and at the exact moment, launched a kick right at the woman's taught, yet slightly rather bulbous derriere..

"OW!! Anastasia yelps at the sudden impact to her famous Moscovian Behind, the force causes her to stumble forwards falling to her knees..

"Oh why are you yelling! Plastic can't feel pain!" Felicity laughed, though it was tempting to press the ttack while her opponent was down, she did'nt want to risk it, no, she'd have to play the long game of slowly tiring her out.

"Plastic!! How dare you!!" Anastashia snaped back, gingerly rubbing her rear after staggering back up.

"Oh come on! do you REALLY expect anyone to believe it's real!?".

""Da! It is real!" Anastashia replies as she gets to her feet, "And you Vil pay for insulting it!" She cried as she aims a huge right hand at Felicity.

Felicity dodges to the side, "Haha, learn to take a joke lady!, lots of people are getting that type of surgery today, no need to be ashamed!".

"Uh! Ven I catch you I'll show you Vat Surgery is like!!" Anastasia yells as she tries to grab at Felicity.

The British agent laughs and jumps back, "oh come now, no need to be mad at me for your own low self esteem!, it must have been harder growing be being so tall, i'm sure the kids all made fun of you".

"Zey did not!! I Vas a popular girl vith many friends!!" Anastasia cries but the slight hint of tear in her eye gives away her obvious lie..

"Let's see, how's the weather up there?, do birds ever crash into your head?, Nice short shorts! Oh wait, those are Jeans...You know, things like that!".

"No Zat's not Vat happened!" Anastasia cries her eyes welling with tears.

"Oh no, I'm sure it did'nt" Felicity chuckles, "You know, sometimes therapists can be really helpful in getting through childhood trauma, you should check that out!".

"No I Don't need a therapist! But You Vill need a Physiotherapist!" Anastasia filled with rage leaped at Felicity.

"Wooaah!!" Having become overly confident, Felicity let her guard down and was unable to dodge in time, she quickly felt the Russian's powerful claws clamp down on her like a steel vice, and she was lifted into the air.

"Now I have you! I Vil crush you!".

"Ughhh!!, Get off me you monster!" Felicity screamed and struggled, but even as she does, feels herself being slowly crushed, she would have to act now, or it would be all over.

"Zats it, go to sleep puny girl".

Felicity felt herself slipping out of consciousness, soon it would be all over...then she saw them, directly in front of her, two jiggling orbs of Anastasia's rack, could she? there was no time to think, doing all that she could, the agent reach forward with both hand, grasped the protuberances, and twisted as hard as she was able.

VVAAA!! Anastashia yelped as her boobs recieved stero nipple twisters, "OOOOWWW Let go!!" She wailed loosening her grip on Felicity/

"You let go first bitch!" Felicity twists even harder, realizing she's found her foe's weakness.


"YYEEOOOWWW!" Anasatashia wails and slackens her grip realising Felcity to the ground

"Thank you kind Madame! Felicity titters, but suddenly drops to her knees with an "oof!" not expecting Anastasia to let go so quickly, still, wanting to make the most of her temporary advantage, she strikes the only target in he immediate vicinity, her Russian foe's wide open crotch.

"OOOOFFFF! Anastashia groans I Shock at the assault open her crotch, her eyes bulge like saucers as she grasps her groin and bends over the wind truely knocked out of her sails.

"WOW!, well, I can tell THAT part of you certainly is real!" Felicity laughs, socking her doubled over enemy right in the stomach with another punch.

OOOHHH! Anastashia gasps for air and begins to stumble backwards.

"Oh my! You really look tired, I think you really need to lay down a while!" Felicity kicks Anastasia right in the shin, sending her plummeting down with a scream.


VAAA!! Anastashia wails before face planting the floor with a crack, leaving her dazed.

"seriously! You really look like you need a rest!" Felicity dives down and puts the spreadeagled giantess in a headlock, beginning to squeeze..

AAACCKK! Anastashia tries to wriggle free of the firm grip around her neck preventing her from breathing

"WOW! The view from here really is amazing!, I can see being so tall has a few perks!" she laughs, applying even more pressure

"NNO ACKK" Anstashia gasps and splutters her limbs becoming heavy as they are deprived of oxygen.

"Sorry, what was that honey? I did'nt hear!".

GASP! Anastasia clawwd and flailed before slowly succumbing to slumber, her body goes limp

"I guess it's true then, the bigger they are, the harder they really do fall!", Felicity giggles, planting her foot on Anastasia's upward pointing derriere in a final if not rather childish victory display.

Anastashia lies defeated the fallen giant reduced to an unconcious fool with her tongue laggin out of her mouth and her big Russian Behind pointing skywards.

Overjoyed because of her victory but still aching from her various injuries, Felicity picked up the discarded headset, "Felicity, Felicity, what happened? Are you okay" the worried voice come through.

"Yeah, I'm Okay, you'll never believe what just happened..."

"This is what I was about to say before we cut off, you must watch out for the Baroness'es bodyguard Anastasia Aasamova, she always stands guard around here"

"NOW you tell me!" Felicty hissed into the headset, rather annoyed, "You realize how close that was?!?".

"Sorry!!, I take it you're okay now though?" she swiftly apologized.






"Oh, we can't have you getting back up and causing me anymore problems" Felicity walked over to Anastasia, who all the while twitched unaware of her surroundings. Grabbing her ankles, she pulled the woman into a nearby supply closet, where after some difficulty, finally managed to prop her up long enough to snag the woman's thong on a coat hook, before allowing her to slump over once more. Mmmmpppphhhh! The bound Anastasia struggles against her bonds., Enveloped in darkness, she hangs limply be her thongs, her sense returning only to reveal the piecing bite of a hanging wedgie.

"Oh, I almost forgot something" Felicity turned, and with a large amount of duct tape secured the Villainesse's wrists to her ankles, before slapping a piece across her mouth, "Sorry about that, but we can't have you going anywhere now can we?".

"Sorry to leave you hanging like that!, I'm sure we'll see each other again!" she laughs and slammed the door shut, leaving the vanquished Anastasia only able to whimper in her binds.

Having defeated the Russian brute, Felicity was now able to continue, she walked up to the Baroness's door, smiled and opened it.

Moving quietly to avoid possible detection, she snuck further in, and soon heard voices.

"foolish man! a middle aged bufoon who still styles himself a dashing Secret agent!, you may try to resist, but I'll get what I need soon enough".

Turning a corner to investigate, Felicity was greeted with a shocking sight, holding a riding crop in one hand, Baroness Isabeau dressed only in a silk night gown, bra and panties, was standing over Agent Alexander Haraldson, who was tied to a bed and gagged.

"Er do you mind girl! We are kind of in the middle of something here!" Isabeau saied startled by the sudden intrusion, not even turning to face the newcomer.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's very important" Felicity says, taking a few steps closer

"I don't care how important it is!" Snaps Isabeau

"We'' it's pretty important!" Felicity walks right up to The Baroness, "let him go, your reign of cruelty is over!".

"Ha! I don't know who you are, but You are brave to approach me girl, whilst I'm armed with a whip!" Isabeau raises the whip ready to strike.

Without even pausing, Felicity punched her fight in the face, "Man, there is so much I'd love to do with you...but I don't have time today," she stoops down and starts untying Haraldson.

Dazed, Isabeau fell backwards landing hard on her butt, "ow! You punched me!!? My nose I think it's bleeding you cow!"

"I'm not the cow here!" she starts pulling Agent Haraldson up, "What, did you drug him?".

"It's just a mild sedative he'll be fine, but you won't be when my enforcer Anastasia gets her! She'll make you pay for assaulting me!".

"Oh, I don't think she's going to be coming any time soon!".

"What do you mean?" Asked Isabeau, concern etched on her voice.

"I mean she's a little tied up right now!".

"Tied up? No she will be here it's what I pay her a fortune for."

"Are you daft!?" Felicity laughs.

"How dare you! I'm smarter than some jumped up English harlot!".

Felcity picks her up and puts her hand on her throat, "I need you to make sure your Henchwomen don't bother us as we escape, ye got that!?".

"And why pray tell would I do that?"

"Because, if you don't...." Felicity gestured to a ancient looking sword mounted on the nearby wall.

"Oh please, like you'd even know how to use that you uncouth strumpet!".

"What did you call me?".


"Uncouth strumpet! Are you dumb? It means uncultured prostitute! Must I educate you in finer points of you own language?" Sneered Isabeau all the while, she reached behind her back and into the back of her undies and pulled out a concealed pen knife..

"Yeah yeah," Felicity starts hauling a groggy Alexander up, "now what was that?".

"Surprise!" Isabeau lunged at felicity knife in hand.

"What?ughhh!" Though surprised, Felicity acts on her feet, slaped the knife out of her hand before landing a punch right into the attacking woman's stomach.


"Oooffff!" Isabeau grunted and gasped for air as she bent over, winded.

"I don't have time for this!" Felicity grabs Isabeau, "you're coming with us!"


"I'll do no such thing" wheezes Isabeau trying desperately to catch her breath.


"yes you will!" Felicity grabs her hair.

"Ouch! Let go of me!!" Isabeau whines.

"No I won't do it!! You'll never get out of here alive!".

WIth Alexander now able to stand, he says to Felicity, "That way, I know of a back exit" the two start leaving, the Agent pulling Isabeau along as they go.

"Release me this instant!! You fools there's no way you can slip past my guards!"

"Let us go...or else..". Felicty hissed.

"You don't scare me, you don't have the guts to follow through on your empty threats, Harlot!"

"is that so" Felicity grabed the old, but still well kept sword, before sitting down on the bed and flipping Isabeau on her lap.

"Wait what are doing?? You crazy bitch! Don't you dare even think about using that on me!"

"SMACK!' "Do what I told you to and I won't have to!", Felicty brought the weapon's Flat side down on her bulbous bubble butt.




Yeow! Isabeau yelped as the paddle smacks against her upturned backside, "you will pay for this!" She sneered, pouting like an overgrown litle kid.

"Really? And how so?" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Felicity rattled off strike after strike against the rotund, jiggling pale orbs.

"Ouch! Ow! Ahh! Isabeau squirmed under each strike the pain building in her cheeks, "When you're captured trying to escape! I will ensure you suffer for every swat of the damn sword to my beautiful behind!".

"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Ignoring her captive's threats, Felicity delivered ten more, "Please, we really don't have time for this! and i'm not sure how long that butt of yours is going to last!"

"OUCH! OW! ARGHHHH!!! Isabeau kicked and wriggled as her bottom turned crimson, She wanted to burst into tears but her pride wouldn't let her, "All I have to do is resist you, and my henchwomen will make you pay!" She cried with her last shred of defiance.

"And somehow I doubt some pampered noble like you can do that!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

The fire in the seat of Isabeau's panties reached inferno levels and the beaitiful baroness began to sob and moan, "please please no more.."

'SMACK!' "Do you give up then?".

Ouch! "Yes Please I give up just stop spanking me!" The defeated diva sobbed.

"There, was that really so hard?" Felicity delivered one last smack for good measure , then handed the Baroness her walkie-talkie, "Tell your girls to stand down and let us pass.

"Ouch!" Isabeau took the walkie and with her voice slightly hoarse from all the yelping she's been doing she utters, "This is Barnoess Isabeau,all operatives stand down immediately." Theb she switched off the walkie she began sobbing once more.

"Thank you very much" Felicity then grabbed the Baroness, "Now just to make sure you don't go back on our promise, you're coming with us!" she beckons for Alexander to carry the sobbing bad girl on his shoulder, and the unlikely trio promptly depart .

"where are you taking me?" Isabeau asks still fighting back the tears.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll let you go when we're safely clear of the castle! Felicity assures her as they speed through the winding corridors.

Isabeau bounced up and down on the shoulder of Alexander, each step and bounce causing the pain in her rear to snap back into focus, "So you'll let me go then?" She asked meekly.

"yes, Provided you don't cause any funny business! Oh look, we're here!" Felicity says as they reach a parapet which overlooked the woods down bellow, directly above them on another wall stood at least two dozen armed guards, utterly confused as to what was happening, but unable to move do to their boss's orders.

"So how do you propose to get down.." Isabeau asked.

Felicity took out her grappling hook and fire, latched it on a tree which supplied a long tether of cable for them "well that's how WE are getting down, i'm afraid it's the end of the road for you!" she grabed the squirming Baroness and deftly looped her underwear over a nearby gargoyle, creating a powerful wedgie as she drooped down to the earth far bellow , "tata! I can't say this wasn't fun!".

Isabeau squealed as the wedgie bites into her ass and even drives fabric up into her tender snatach, she looked at her armed guards and yelled, "Don't just stand there you morons!! Get them!! and Get me down from here!!".

The guards rushed down, and begin prying her free, just moments before the her thong looked about to snap, they haul her to safety, but while they are doing that Felicity and Alexander had slid down and disappeaed into the woods...

"Ah!! Those damn Sons of whores Will pay for this!!" Isabeau screamed from the top of parapet.

"Ummm, Madame, I don't think they can hear you..." one guard sayed timidly, as they others try not to laugh.


Iabeau glares at them, "And as for you incompetent fools..Well Lets just say I'll be needing my riding crop tonight.." She smirks at the thought of giving out a very harsh whipping might make her fell better.

At this point all the guards burst into laughter the sight of their employee standing in her underwear , tears streaming down her face, red faced and now red butted was simply too much .


"Don't you dare laugh at me!!" Isabeau wailed, stomping her foot like a child who's mother did'nt buy her the toy she wanted."It's not fair!!" She cried throwing a temper tantrum, as her bemused guards carefully helped the traumatized, tear stained noble back inside.


While the pantimine unfolded on the parapet, Felicity and Alexander had safely made it to the treeline and back to solid ground.
"You alright?, That Teutonic Tramp did'nt do anything too bad?" Felicity inquired, now that they were safe.

"yeah, I'm alright, just some minor cuts and bruises, you know, I probably am really getting too old for this" he chuckled in response "But you must know, something really big is about to go down, I found that out..." he trailed off, "Anyway though, I'll explain in full detail when we're back at base, you're going to need to sit down".

"Can't wait to hear, Don't worry, I'm sure we can handle it" Felicity grinned, "besides, I look forward to kicking more evil ass!".

The End