Gotcha

Calvo crept slowly from his place of concealment, inching his way over the rock strewn ground, his chest tight with fear, but knowing that this was a perfect chance to deal with the second guardswoman. He tried not to be distracted by Eighteen's beauty....the thin white fabric of her skintight jumpsuit was stretched taut over her wonderfully curved, tight asscheeks, and the bulge of her mound was clearly visable as she bent over the naked, dark haired Twelve.

At last, directly behind her...Calvo's hand shot rose, holding Twelve's stungun. He cursed himself for having to get so close, but a stungun was a specialised weapon, requiring years of training to use and aim properly, which was part of the reason it was favoured in prison collonies...it was difficult to turn against its wielders. Only at short range did Calvo have a chance....

The gun made its odd, chirping whoop of sound. The blonde beauty gave a short, strangled scream, then pitched forward to lie sprawled on top of the naked for she had been tending a moment earlier....