White: Queen d1>h5 *check*

Amber tapped her earpiece, making sure she could hear her radio, "Comms check," she whispered quietly.

"Loud and clear," a brusque voice responded, clearly agitated.

"Loud and clear," a much more chipper voice joined in.

"Like... isn't it lucky this prick's flight got canceled?" the last voice mused to herself without any semblance of recognizing protocol.

"Cassie, I swear to god-" the brusque voice started up before she was cut off.

"Clear comms. Rachel, make sure you have everything prepped. Cassie, can you hear us?" Amber did her best to keep things... not professional, per se, but moving in a productive direction at the very least.

"Oh, yeah, totally," Cassie replied, "Just it seemed pretty convenient he didn't get on that plane, we could have waited another month for him to return and-"

"I think what Amber was trying to say was we should keep quiet unless we have something useful to say," the chipper voice from earlier chipped in.

"Thank you, Melissa. We all know why we're here, let's just get it done and then we can worry about what comes after," Amber did her best to keep on task as she took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose... she was doing the best she could with what she had. Amber continued, "Mel, the guard rotation should be coming up, do you see who's up next?"

"Let's seeeeeee..." Melissa took a look around the corner and saw two guards talking with each other. The one they had nicknamed Grouchy had been on shift for a while, she just had to wait for the other one to turn his head and... "Looks like we're in luck, Grouchy is changing out with Romeo," Melissa reported in, her giggle doing a good job of covering up her anxiety about what they were about to do.

"Ok, you all know the plan. Melissa, go ahead and pull him, Rachel get the lightshow ready, Cassie you keep close to me. Everyone ready? What do we say to the King?"

"GET FUCKED, ASSHOLE!" the entire group said in unison.

A petite young brunette wandered innocently out into view as she looked in at the courtyard and estate from the street. She seemed amazed at the grandiosity of the entire place, the old stone architecture, the massive yard immaculately kept with statues and benches placed thoughtfully near some ponds off to either side. She leaned in, sticking her head up against the bars of the gate, holding one in each hand as she continued to stare, mouth agape at such an extravagant display of wealth, "Wooooooow..." her voice echoed her amazement.

"Hey, you! Step away from the gate!" a voice off to the side shouted at the girl, startling her and forcing her to jump back and face the person shouting at her.

The petite young brunette stood there all alone in a simple white blouse and black skirt, somewhat like a school uniform, her hair cut in a short bob framing her pretty face almost perfectly in the moonlight, "Why? I was just looking~" she responded with a cute giggle.

"This is private property," the guard stepped out from the booth next to the gate, his outfit reminiscent of a police officers... at least if you weren't all that familiar with them.

"Awwwwww... but I just wanted to get a look at all the pretty statues. What's a girl gotta do to get inside and get a tour of the place?" the young woman leaned forward to show her pert breasts, clearly not intimidated by the guard. They weren't large by any means... but they certainly looked nice and firm.

"This is private pro-"

"Private property, yes, you said that before. Come on big guy, use your imagination a little... what's a poor little girl like me supposed to do to get a strong, muscular guy like you to help me out~?" the brunette took a couple steps towards him, placing one foot daintily in front of the other as she pulled both her hands behind her back and seemed to tilt her head off to the side, inviting the guard to make an advance.

"Y-you... you don't want to go in there, young lady. I suggest you go get yourself a cab and go home," the guard tried to maintain his composure, turning to the side in an awkward and mistaken effort to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

"Oh? Why is that?" the brunette asked, stepping slowly closer, a wry grin on her face.

"Young ladies like you tend to find the manor very... disappointing. Now, as I said, this is private property, you really need to leave," the guard said, exasperated at his effort to get the young girl in front of him to leave before any of the other guards noticed. Why wouldn't she take a hint and leave for her own sake?

"Really now? I thought this is the place a young lady like myself could go to have my privates turned into your property? If it's not I guess I could understand the disappointment, I was really looking forward tooo-OOOOOH!!!" the brunette was interrupted and failed to finish her sentence as the guard reached out and yanked her arm before quickly dragging her into the guard booth, throwing her back into the chair inside.

"Now THAT'S more like it!" she squealed in excitement, opening her legs for the guard and urging him to come claim his prize as she seemingly reached her hands back to the base of the chair, ready to brace herself for what was to come.

"Are you really serious now!?" the guard did his best to keep his voice down but barely managed to keep himself from shouting at the mad woman, "You came here knowing what happens inside and you want that to happen to you? Are you crazy!?"

"Only a little," the brown haired beauty giggled in reply, gyrating her hips as she lifted her legs up to rest each of her knees off to the side on an arm rest to make it clear the guard had an open invitation to plunder her depths without remorse.

"Miss. I'm serious. If it had been any other guard on duty tonight you'd already be screaming through your panties into a strip of tape over your mouth, you'd be lucky if-"

"Ooooooh, don't threaten me with a good time, sir~" the mad woman replied with a wink.

"You're loony. I'm calling you a cab," the guard said with a deadpan look, then reached across the woman for the phone.

-BZZZZZZZZT-

The guard slumped over on top of the petite brunette, almost completely obscuring her from view, "Uggggggh... sorry honey, of all the people working here, you probably deserved that the least," the strange woman muttered as she did her best to gently move the heavy man off of her, mostly managing it until he was halfway to the ground and collapsed the rest of the way.

"Melissa here, in position," the brunette said after tapping her ear, then hid her stun gun again.

"Took you long enough, what happened?"

"I think we were a bit too harsh judging Romeo during surveillance. Turns out it's just his pickup lines that were really that bad, he seems like a decent enough dude... he'll wake up by tomorrow," Melissa did her best to excuse the delay, then thought for a second, "Still works for a monster though. Alright, Rachel, ready when you are!"

"Hey, you ever wonder why we're here?" one guard stopped along their patrol of the perimeter to ask their partner.

His partner stopped, looked back at the masked man that he had been paired up with tonight, and simply replied, "No, dipshit, we both know exactly why we're here."

"We do?" the guard asked incredulously.

"Yes, so the boss can fuck himself to sleep with his harem of women way out of your league," the other guard stated matter of factly before turning and resuming his patrol, not caring what reply may come.

"Oh... yeah... I just meant... wait! What's that?!" the guard shouted, his voice echoing slightly in the cool night air.

The pair of guards flashed their torchlights forward, sweeping across the fence line and the yard before they got a glimpse of a figure, their blonde hair a bright beacon in the glare of the light.

"Nonononono! I'm not going back!" a woman's voice shouted as the figure ran towards the fence at full tilt.

"Got a runner, let's get her!" the lead guard shouted at his overly philosophical partner.

"Shouldn't we call it in?"

"Are you kidding me? And give up a chance at putting that bitch in her place? Come on, she's going to be a better fuck than any you'll ever come across."

The lead guard sprinted ahead, not waiting for his partner to follow. His partner stood there, pondering the backhanded comment, then shrugging and following in pursuit.

"Stop right there! Stop and we won't hurt you!" one shouted as he seemed to gain ground on the blonde, now seeing she was in a pair of skintight shorts and a tight tank top. They could see the sweat glistening in the moonlight off her body, giving them a great view of her extremely toned legs and arms, her pale skin doing no favors in the brightness of the full moon. They wouldn't hurt her... much... but if she didn't stop before she got to the fence, she'd be in a whole world of hurt and that wouldn't be nearly as fun.

"I'm never going back! You hear me!?" they could hear her frightened voice shout back. Good, keep shouting, waste that breath on talk. Soon they'd be getting her to tire herself out in other ways.

The blonde woman came up on the fence, looking left, right, then back at the approaching guards. Her face was a marvel of beauty, her blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders, her figure was striking and fit... the guard at the rear had to admit, she was easily hotter than any woman he had any hopes of picking up on his own... and realistically of any hopes of any of the guards here as well. Maybe he was overthinking things... he should enjoy the simpler things in life while he could. Starting with throwing her back onto the grass and tearing her out of the few clothes she still had on. The woman gave the guards a wild look before she looked forward and rushed towards the fence.

"No, hey, stop! Don't do it! It's-" the senior guard started to try and warn her off before she jumped onto the electrified fence, but instead of being zapped by the metal bars instead she gripped them tightly and began to climb up and over!

"Huh?!" the other guard exclaimed, confused at what he was seeing. How was she...

The senior guard rushed forward without a second thought. If she could climb that fence, he could grab her ankle, yank her back down into his grasp, and have a good night without anyone the wiser before he turned her back into the boss. He doubted the old bat would care about him mistreating one of his girls after trying to escape. She was hot enough that he might just not care regardless. Approaching the fence, the guard jumped up to grab at her ankle, briefly brushing his hand against it before she kicked at him and **** him back down. Fine, he could do this the hard way, he'd just take it out on her later.

"Woah, you sure we shouldn't call this in?" the other guard asked again.

"You do what you want. I'm going to get after her and take her up against a tree in the woods. If you want a turn with her after I'm done, I suggest you follow," the senior guard shouted, climbing up after the woman as she reached the top of the fence and began to climb back down. The other guard watched as his partner tried to reach through the fence's bars and grab at the woman as she climbed down the other side, but she instead jumped off halfway down and rolled along the ground to absorb the fall. Uhhhh... uhhhh... with much hesitation, the guard followed his partner up and over the fence, losing track of him as he sprinted into the woods after the escaped woman. Finally reaching the ground he ran to follow after his partner. His imagination went wild with images of his conquest of the blonde woman, bending her over against the tree as he had his way with her, flipping her around to look him in the eyes before he came inside her, then having her again as he pushed her roughly back against the bark of the tree... he wondered if he'd be able to- his imagination was cut short as he saw a pair of legs along the floor of the woods. He briefly got excited at having found his mark, running up to claim the blonde woman before he realized that she hadn't been wearing boots... or tactical pants... or a uniform... the guard started to scan his surroundings when he heard a twig snap behind him.

"Never again..." was all he heard as he tried to snap around and face the woman before something hard and heavy smacked across the side of his head and everything went black.

"Rachel here, lured the patrol out, they won't be a problem. In position and ready," the blonde woman said to no one in her immediate vicinity, tossing aside the 2x4 she'd had prepared. Nice and silent with no alerts, just as planned. The guards had been a bit slow on the uptake, one more than the other, but she felt no remorse as she kicked the second guard in the gut to make sure he was really down. Satisfied, she picked up a small rectangular device, and waited for her signal.

"Go ahead Rachel, Cassie and I are in position," Amber could be heard over the radio.

Rachel pressed the button on the device and smiled as she heard a loud roar in the distance and saw a slight glow from that direction penetrate through the trees and canopy.

"Can see the light show from here, happy hunting, gonna lead these goons on a wild chase. Meet you all at the rally point," Rachel said as she picked up her 2x4 and began to slowly jog away from the explosion, "and Amber? Make him pay."

"Alright Cassie, your time to shine," Amber said as she peeked around the corner. Her face was entirely covered in the same balaclava mask as some of the guards in the manor, her uniform stolen and tailored to fit her while hiding her natural curves as best as could be managed. She had wrapped her chest in tight bindings to hide her bust... mostly. Even under the entire disguise, she came off as a little short, had to consciously disguise her gait, and make sure that nobody could inspect her too closely. She was lucky that the guard had been contracted out, she never would have been able to blend in as being a Santolina native, even the small portion of her face visible would have given that away. Even with that small grace, her skin was too smooth and would still raise suspicion of anyone observant enough to notice.

Cassie on the other hand, had a different set of concerns. She was only dressed in navy blue lace bra and panties, a leather collar with a matching leash attached to her neck that only seemed to accentuate the long black ponytail that swayed from side to side as Cassie walked. Cassie managed to maintain a neutral expression as she was marched through the manor in her underwear, being lead along by her supposed keeper as if it were a normal Tuesday. The girls were all intimately familiar with the only attire a woman would be wearing in this estate, so Amber did her best to disguise her body while Cassie did her best to disguise her intent as she was lead by her leash through the hallways as guards radioed each other and rushed outside. Nobody would question Amber as long as she had Cassie in tow and she wasn't caught where she wasn't supposed to be. The security plan called for securing the women and VIPs first, so the pair fit right in at first glance.

Turning the corner, Amber cursed under her breath as she saw a guard headed in her direction, another woman in tow in matching outfit to Cassie. Amber did her best to keep her eyes focused straight ahead and walk with a purpose, keeping her steps long and unconcerned with how her boots announced her presence as she walked. She couldn't help but look at the woman being pulled along, strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders with pink highlights, black lace bra and panties, tears running down her face as she did her best to keep from looking at anyone in the eye. Amber wanted to reach out and tell her it would be ok, she didn't need to worry anymore, that she knew how she felt... and it killed her inside that all she could do was sternly pull Cassie along as her gaze glanced over the guard and his charge, nothing more than a nod between her and the man and nothing at all to the blonde behind him. Amber silently took as deep a breath as she could manage and steadied her nerves.

Just ahead, she saw what she was looking for, a door with a small yellow sign across it labeled 'Server Room'. Amber stared down the corridor and whispered, "Cassie, we clear?"

"Nobody behind us... I think I... no, no we're clear..." Cassie whispered back, remembering to only talk when absolutely needed. Amber **** herself not to smile at the progress she had made.

With the corridor clear, at least for the moment, Amber hurried the rest of the distance towards the door as she pulled open the Velcro pouch along her waist and retrieved a keycard, "This better work..." she muttered as she swiped the card along the card reader. She held her breath for a moment that felt like an eternity as the light remained yellow, blinked... and turned green just before she heard the metal bolts inside the door withdraw. The moment she opened the door she forcibly yanked Cassie with her into the server room, every second counted now that they were accessing parts of the manor she had no reason to visit.

"It's freezing in here!" Cassie hissed in surprise as goosebumps became visible along her arms and legs, the poor girl rubbing her hands along her arms in an attempt to keep warm.

"I know, sorry, but you're up," Amber apologized to the freezing girl as she pulled open a larger pouch and pulled out the network tools and data pad she'd been provided.

"R-r-right," was her only reply, her voice trembling as she shivered.

Amber watched as Cassie plugged a device into one of the servers, then looked down at the small screen on the data pad they'd brought along.

"Aaaaaalright... looks like... almost there... and done!~" Cassie said excitedly, unable to help it as she did a quick little victory pose, "The network security is down, now we just need to wait for your friend to access the- oh! He's fast! Camera feeds are coming up, looks like he's handling the alarm systems and cancelling the emergency notifications... wow, where did you find this guy?"

"It's a long story, it's more like he found me, I'm just glad we won't have to rely on the police anymore," Amber answered before rubbing her head beneath the mask... she'd done what she could with her hair, but this was definitely not the most comfortable arrangement.

"Y-yeah... uhhh, Amber, that girl back there? I, like, totally knew her... her name's Samantha, they took her just before they took me... she must have been stuck here this whole time..." Cassie said as she shivered for an entirely different reason.

"Try not to think about it until after, alright? We're so close, then we can go help Samantha and all the other girls, okay?"

"Okay..." Cassie said, the sorrow apparent in her voice. She knew Amber was right... it just, like, totally sucked was all...

A singsong tone played over the data pad, that was Amber's queue that her friend had done his job and was ready to guide her right to that fucking prick so she could put a stop to him once and for all.

"Cassie, wait here until he gives you the go ahead, then follow his instructions. He'll guide you out of here, but do exactly what he says exactly when he tells you," Amber instructed Cassie, who simply nodded... but then spoke up.

"Amber? Like... make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else..." she asked her friend. Amber nodded in agreement.

And with that, Amber left the server room and marched through the corridors as she heard every door lock engage, watched the lights go out, and aside from the distant shouting of some men the entire place went quiet. By now their comms would be down, all the men they'd sent to investigate Rachel's fireworks likely wouldn't catch on for at least another 15 minutes if her friend managed to keep the ruse going, she just had the leftovers to watch out for but otherwise the house was hers. She leveled her weapon, finger on the trigger guard as she followed her friend's signals, the cameras turning in the direction of the path towards her target. She had spent so long being the prey, they all had, it was invigorating to finally be the predator. Amber noticed the next camera turn to point down around the corner... then lower and raise back up three times in sequence. Third door. She was here.

Amber crept up to the door, put her hand on the handle, ever so gently twisted it to see that it was unlocked. Amber felt her adrenaline spike. This was it. Taking a deep breath, she tore the balaclava mask off her head and revealed her beautiful round face, her fiery red hair put up in a bun. SMG in one hand, she threw the door open and rushed in, "HEY! KING! WE'VE GOT UNFINISHED BUSINESS!"

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