Uniform Stealing Board

Here is another of Darkwatch's classified assignments before their defeat. Here Darkwatch assassin Nabila Mansour as to assassinate wealthy pharmaceutical tycoon Benjamin Graves, on his luxury yacht in the Mediterranean. This is her story.


It never failed to amaze Nabila how much rich bastards would be prepared to throw away, for one massive boat. Darkwatch assassin Nabila Mansour, stood on the deck of her hire boat looking at the imposing three deck Blue Lagoon through her binoculars. The personal pleasure yacht of her target, Benjamin Graves, CEO of BioDyne Pharmaceuticals. As Nabila scanned looking for suitable infiltration vectors, she reflected on her assignment. Darkwatch had been hired by Graves' younger brother Liam, who wanted his brother dead, so he could lead a takeover of the company. One unique caveat was that it had to look, as if Benjamin had went down with his ship, or else Liam would forfeit the rights to the company. To that end, Nabila had been supplied with a small magnetic C4 charge about the size of a small coin. Nabila shook her head, sibling rivalry and ambition was a dangerous combination. At 26, Nabila had tanned skin, high cheekbones and angular features, and big brown almond shaped eyes all hallmarks of her Libyan heritage. Her raven coloured hair cut short in a pixie cut. As a former Corporal in the Libyan Marine Detachment, Nabila's nautical knowledge was cited as essential for the completion of this mission. Nabila smiled, she had once worked for a certain Dictator who once had a yacht much bigger then this, where she served as a glorified piece of furniture for Gaddafi to paw at. She had been glad that the bastard had got his, during the revolution, granted it had put her out of a job but Nabila was free from his wandering hands. Then Darkwatch had found her and gave her life meaning, she would always be grateful as it was also where she met the love of her life, Isabelle Hartley. She wondered how Isabelle was doing, in her mission to steal a prototype jet. Lucky cow, she always got the sexy assignments. Laughing despite herself, Nabila caught sight of an possible infiltration vector, a pretty female deck crew member walking alone on the Starboard side. Nabila smiled, it was time to get a change of clothes. She sat on the side of her boat, running last minute checks on her aqualung, when she was finished, Nabila put in her rebreather and rolled over the side of her boat.


Annette Dufresne loved her job, how many women, from New Orleans could say that they travelled the world on a luxury yacht, on a rich man's dime getting a nice tan with a cute guy in every port. At 23, Annette's job as a crewwoman was to just walk the deck and make sure the boat was secure, nothing overly exciting. She did find it a little creepy, however, that Graves had staffed his entire yacht with beautiful young women. As she passed a starboard side window, Annette caught her reflection. She was a looker with high cheekbones, a smooth rounded face with narrow hazel eyes. Her long brown locks, done up in a long horse tail at the side of her head, that extended past her left breast. Annette smiled as she gazed at her uniform. Her uniform consisted of a tight blue short-sleeve polo shirt, that really emphasised her C-cup breasts. With a blue scarf around her slender neck. A short navy pencil skirt that came above the knee, with a walkie talkie clipped on the hemline on the right hand side. With white plimsolls on her small feet. Under her uniform she wore a lacy white bralette with matching hipster shorts, that really did wonders for her slim figure. A noise from behind her, snapped her attention back to the present. Annette thought she heard a sound from the side of the boat, she leaned over the rails to take a closer look. Suddenly she felt a hand clamp over her mouth, then a strange sensation of a thin bladed object penetrating under her chin. Then she felt nothing at all.


Nabila pushed the corpse of the crewwoman off the railing, as she hopped abroad the yacht. Wasting no time, she dragged the woman's corpse propping it up against the wall, and stripped off her wetsuit. When she was finished, she knelt by the dead girl and began to strip her. Nabila started by unlacing the plimsolls from the corpse's feet, she tested them smiling as they were the exact same size. After hoisting the dead girl's arms up, Nabila pulled off her polo shirt over her head, and removed her blue scarf, putting it around her neck. Deciding that she would need the underwear, Nabila reached around the dead girl's back, unclasping her lace bralette and slipping it off her shoulders, exposing her well rounded and firm C-cup breasts with perky large roundel shaped areolas. After clasping on the bralette, Nabila unclipped the walkie talkie from the skirt and unzipped it from the back, peeling off the garment down her long divine legs, and pulled off the matching white lace hipster shorts from between the dead womans legs. This revealed a small vulva crowned with a thin trimmed strip of brown pubic hair, Nabila pulled on the lace shorts, savouring the feel of the sexy underwear on her vagina. When she finished getting dressed in the dead girl's uniform, Nabila tied her wetsuit and aqualung to the dead womans feet then dragged the corpse over to the railing. Taking a quick grope of the dead womans pert ass, Nabila rolled the corpse over the side of the railing where it hit the water with a small splash and sank straight to the bottom. Smiling, Nabila unscrewed the walkie talkie concealing the explosive charge inside. Once finished she clipped the walkie talkie on her stolen skirt, and proceeded with objective one.


As Nabila, now dressed in her stolen crew woman's outfit proceeded down to the engine deck, she realised that she would need another disguise if she was to enter the engine room to plant the C4 charge. Nabila noticed that the entire ships crew were made up of beautiful women, it reminded her of Gaddafi's yacht, it seemed Graves was just as much as a pig as Gaddafi was. As she neared the engineering section, Nabila appraised one of the female engineers. She was like all of Graves crew, a looker, with sculptured cheekbones, slightly squared features and narrow pale blue eyes, her faced framed by shoulder length auburn hair. Her uniform consisted of a navy turtleneck jumper, with the name of the ship embroidered on her left breast, with white shorts and matching white sneakers on her feet. The girl winked at Nabila as she passed, looking at her up and down, eying her curves. Nabila returned her gaze, as she walked into a nearby women's toilet, suggestively gazing as she closed the door behind her. Nabila smiled, seizing on the opportunity followed the girl into the bathroom.



Engineer Phoebe Gérard, smiled as she saw the beautiful Arab woman enter the bathroom locking the door behind her. Phoebe had hoped she had read the signals, she never knew with Arabs. " You are you new here? I don't think I have seen you before. What's your name?" Phoebe said as she approached the sultry tanned woman. " I have only just started, my name is Nabila. You have the most beautiful eyes." Phoebe caressed Nabila's arm, as she pulled in close. " Nabila, I love Arab women, so Sultry so mysterious. I 'am Phoebe." She purred in her French accent. Nabila took her into her arms. " Why don't we explore that mystery together." As they leant into kiss, Phoebe felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, the last thing she saw was the face of her killer, the sultry mysterious Nabila as she lowered her to the floor of the bathroom. " Sorry, my dear. But I'am already spoken for." She said as the light faded from Phoebe's eyes.


Nabila lowered the dead Phoebe onto the floor, then stripped off her crewwoman's disguise. Deciding to keep the lace underwear she took from her first victim, Nabila started to strip the dead engineer. She started by unlacing her white sneakers, removing them from her feet, then flicking the dead girl's arms up, pulled off her jumper over her head. As Nabila pulled the jumper on, she admired Phoebe's small B-cups straining under the white crop camisole nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Nabila then unfastened the tight white shorts, peeling them off the dead girl's shapely hips and down her long dancer's legs and off her body. This left the dead engineer in only her white crop camisole and matching bikini thong. After Nabila finished getting dressed in the Phoebe's uniform, she scooped up the underwear clad corpse and desposited it on the toilet bowl. After locking the door behind her, Nabila climbed over the cubicle hopping over to the other side. She then removed the explosive charge from the walkie talkie, and placed it into the pocket of her stolen shorts. When she was finished, Nabila hid her crewwoman's disguise in the next cubicle and exited the bathroom.


Using her Engineers disguise, Nabila entered the engine room where their many going about their duties of keeping the yacht afloat. Using her photographic memory, Nabila walked towards the ships engine and making a show inspecting it, took out the charge and placed it on the thin section of the hull behind the engine. Quickly setting the timer to 10 minutes, which would give Nabila enough time to kill Graves and escape the yacht before the charge detonated. When she finished, Nabila exited the engine room and made her way back to the bathroom where she had killed Phoebe. Once inside she stripped off the engineers disguise, sliding it under Phoebe's cubicle, and redressed in the crewwoman's uniform. When she was finished, Nabila left the bathroom for the last time and proceeded to the top deck.


Once she reached the top deck, Nabila entered the main living area of the "Blue Lagoon." The difference between this and the crew decks, couldn't be more striking, the interior reminded Nabila of an opulent British manor house. As she walked closer to the quarters of Benjamin Graves she could hear laughter from his bedroom, Nabila peered through the door. There was Graves, dressed in a pair of black swim shorts and wraparound shades, outside on his balcony, sunning himself up on a lounger and he wasn't alone. There was a young blonde woman with him, wearing a white and blue polka dot bikini. She lay next to him, giggling as she downed her champagne. " Hold on, Mr Graves. I need to go pee. Then you can have me anyway you want me." Graves leered up at her. " Just don't forget the Champagne, Judy. ". Judy laughed as she walked back into the stateroom, towards the luxury ensuite. Nabila, smiled she had been meaning to get herself a new swimsuit. It would be nice surprise for Isabelle. She quietly entered the room, and followed the girl into the bathroom.


Judith Underwood, considered herself lucky. At 24, she was the personal assistant to Benjamin and also his lover. She had slender cheekbones, with angular features and big blue eyes. Her long blonde hair fslling around her shoulders, it was these good looks that had turned the head of one of the richest men in America, making her an extremely lucky woman. As she wiped herself and laced up her bikini bottoms, Judith walked up to the sink to wash her hands. But before she could turn the tap, she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and a sharp pain in the back of her neck. The last thing Judith heard, before she died was the voice of her killer. " That's a nice bikini. But it will look better on me."


Nabila lowered the dead blonde to the floor, and quickly stripped out of her crewwoman's outfit, reluctantly taking off the lovely white lace underwear. When she was finished she stripped the dead woman out of her bikini. As Nabila dressed in the swimsuit, she glanced at the naked corpse of her victim, taking in her beautiful buoyant C-cup breasts with small circular light pink areolas and clean shaven vulva, her body was tanned, toned and athletic. When she was finished with her appraisal, Nabila scooped up the naked corpse and stashed her in the towel cupboard, along with her crewwoman's outfit. After closing the door, Nabila placed her needle in her stolen bikini top and exited the bathroom.


As she walked out towards the balcony, she found Graves lounging in the sun. " You didn't forget the Champagne, did you Judy?" Without a word, Nabila stood over him, clamping a hand on his mouth and stabbed him with her needle in the side of his neck. As soon as he died, Nabila dragged his corpse inside the stateroom and stashed him inside his wardrobe. When she was finished, Nabila walked back to the balcony and hopped over the side, tucking and rolling as she landed onto the bottom deck. She hung low and sneaked past a patrolling crew woman as she hopped over the Starboard side and dived into the ocean.


As soon as she got back to her boat, she heard a small crump, as the Blue Lagoon lurched to its port side quickly taking on water. Nabila smiled as she saw the crew women scrambling around the ship like rats, making for the lifeboats. Her work done, Nabila walked to the control column and gunned the ships engine, speeding into the warm Mediterranean sun.

hope she is in a separate si site as punishment

NEW YORK FINANCIAL TIMES

Disaster in the Mediterranean

By Kirsty Hamilton Business Correspondent


The Pharmaceutical Industry was struck by a sudden tragedy, as the Blue Lagoon, the luxury yacht of Benjamin Graves, 45, CEO of BioDyne Pharmaceuticals sank yesterday in the Mediterranean Sea, with the deaths of 3 people including Graves himself. Crewmember Annette Dufresne, 23, Engineer Phoebe Rènard,24, and Judith Underwood also 24, personal assistant to Mr Graves. The rest of the crew were able to reach the lifeboats in time.


That leaves Graves, younger brother Liam, 38, as the new CEO of BioDyne. He had this to say on the tragic death of his brother. " Ben lived life to the max, the only thing he loved more than the company was being surrounded by beautiful women. At least he died doing what he loved the most. I will seek to run the company, honouring his name." Following this announcement, BioDyne shares rose sharply, despite the initial slump when Mr Graves death was announced. The Graves family will be hosting a private service at their New York Manor, later in the week. The next of kin of the lost crewmembers have also been notified.

As you of course know, I am generally a fan of the non-lethal stories. However, I still enjoyed some touches on this one.

I liked the imagery of Annette casually glancing over the rail only to be grabbed and dispatched. I like the way her body ended up draped over the railing. Not sure what it is but I have always found the image of a woman taken out and left slumped over a railing find cool.

I also like the way Nabila used seduction to trap Phoebe.

Also a fun bathroom ambush of Judy.

Like I said, definitely prefer your non-lethal (not a criticism just my personal preference). However, definitely enjoyed some of the touches here.

meditions142 wrote: Fri Mar 24, 2023 3:41 pm As you of course know, I am generally a fan of the non-lethal stories. However, I still enjoyed some touches on this one.

I liked the imagery of Annette casually glancing over the rail only to be grabbed and dispatched. I like the way her body ended up draped over the railing. Not sure what it is but I have always found the image of a woman taken out and left slumped over a railing find cool.

I also like the way Nabila used seduction to trap Phoebe.

Also a fun bathroom ambush of Judy.

Like I said, definitely prefer your non-lethal (not a criticism just my personal preference). However, definitely enjoyed some of the touches here.

Thanks very much mate. The ambush of Annete was my lethal take on the famous Najica scene, it is a cool, very sexy image of poor Annete being draped over the railings only then to be pushed over by Nabila who hops onto the ship, to take her uniform.


Seduction as always been one of my favourite methods for a woman to snare another to steal her clothes. It's a call back to when 94 took out Sierra using her good looks and stolen uniform.


And bathroom scenes, never go out of fashion. It's the number one place to get the the drop of a woman to steal her clothes.

When you think up of stories, do you always go from start to end?
Or do you have an end scenario already made and then work a story leading to that? If this even makes sense.

Reading and trying to write stories has always been my weakness. Due to life circumstances I was pretty much illiterate until the age of 12....got thrown out of secondary school on the first day because of it! Then had to do this most bizarre crash course of understanding letters and words that involved a lot of singing!!!!
♬ Mrs D ... Mrs I ...Mrs F F I ...Mrs C .. Mrs U...Mrs LTY ♬ Yaaay !!!!

Then the lovely sentence "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs" which we had to write out a thousand times...literally doing lines. Then each word of the sentence would be put on different cards and we had to put them in order on the board ....then each individual letter on it's own card.
Then they would put all the letters on the board but purposely mess it up to see if we could identify the error etc.

- What would you like for lunch today? Cheese flan of chicken pie?
- Chicken pie, please.
- No...write it down here please, young man!!!
Urghhh.

Even though all that weird sh!t ultimately did work .....I still have problems with dizziness and disorientation when reading large amounts of text. I usually just stuff all the text into something like Microsoft Sam and have it all electronically read out to me!

I'm more of a picture person. But even doing that I often don't know where to start. When I do start .....some time later I just jump ahead to a completely different part of the story having not even finished the other part. All like a mis-matched mess!!!

Really admire people who can read books easily when I see them out and about like on a park bench or something.....and people who can write stories easily.

Void99 wrote: Fri Mar 24, 2023 4:57 pm When you think up of stories, do you always go from start to end?
Or do you have an end scenario already made and then work a story leading to that? If this even makes sense.

Reading and trying to write stories has always been my weakness. Due to life circumstances I was pretty much illiterate until the age of 12....got thrown out of secondary school on the first day because of it! Then had to do this most bizarre crash course of understanding letters and words that involved a lot of singing!!!!
♬ Mrs D ... Mrs I ...Mrs F F I ...Mrs C .. Mrs U...Mrs LTY ♬ Yaaay !!!!

Then the lovely sentence "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs" which we had to write out a thousand times...literally doing lines. Then each word of the sentence would be put on different cards and we had to put them in order on the board ....then each individual letter on it's own card.
Then they would put all the letters on the board but purposely mess it up to see if we could identify the error etc.

- What would you like for lunch today? Cheese flan of chicken pie?
- Chicken pie, please.
- No...write it down here please, young man!!!
Urghhh.

Even though all that weird sh!t ultimately did work .....I still have problems with dizziness and disorientation when reading large amounts of text. I usually just stuff all the text into something like Microsoft Sam and have it all electronically read out to me!

I'm more of a picture person. But even doing that I often don't know where to start. When I do start .....some time later I just jump ahead to a completely different part of the story having not even finished the other part. All like a mis-matched mess!!!

Really admire people who can read books easily when I see them out and about like on a park bench or something.....and people who can write stories easily.

Hi Void99

I usually start from the uniform donors and work my way out, the most hardest part of writing is the beginning but once you have that down, then it comes to you like an avalanche.

Take this story, I was looking for pictures of sailor girls. I found this really pretty girl with a sweet uniform. Then I thought of a scenario of where she gets her uniform, and everything else. Then the story wrote itself from there. Same with the engineer and finally the bikini girl.

So my advice would be search the Internet, find a pretty girl with the uniform you have in mind. Then imagine her getting it stolen, either lethal or non-lethal then work out from there.

Your strengths are pictures so play to those strengths. Then you will find a whole world of possibilities open up for you.

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The ambush of Annete was my lethal take on the famous Najica scene, it is a cool, very sexy image of poor Annete being draped over the railings only then to be pushed over by Nabila who hops onto the ship, to take her uniform.

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A wonderful scene to emulate. That is such a perfect "silenced sentry" scene. Love the oblivious sentry who only sees the danger at the last minute only to be hit with the stun bullet before she can do anything but gasp in shock.

Not totally sure who the stun bullets work but they obviously work fast. The woman is out cold before her body hits the deck.

meditions142 wrote: Fri Mar 24, 2023 5:26 pm

The ambush of Annete was my lethal take on the famous Najica scene, it is a cool, very sexy image of poor Annete being draped over the railings only then to be pushed over by Nabila who hops onto the ship, to take her uniform.

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A wonderful scene to emulate. That is such a perfect "silenced sentry" scene. Love the oblivious sentry who only sees the danger at the last minute only to be hit with the stun bullet before she can do anything but gasp in shock.

Not totally sure who the stun bullets work but they obviously work fast. The woman is out cold before her body hits the deck.
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When I look at the scene and see the cute sailor girl get shot, it looks like a concussion blast, it probably works like a Shock round, except without the shock. I would guess the girl is rendered unconscious by the concussive wave rather than the impact itself

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When I look at the scene and see the cute sailor girl get shot, it looks like a concussion blast, it probably works like a Shock round, except without the shock. I would guess the girl is rendered unconscious by the concussive wave rather than the impact itself
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Indeed. This may be exactly what happens. When the round hits her it releases a concussive wave. The wave disrupts her brain and CNS. She is quickly knocked out and will be out for a decent amount of time as her body recovers from the shock wave.

The girl does let out a yelp when she is hit so I assume she experiences a bit of pain before she loses consciousness.