She gets a warm welcome

Ela’s eyes widened when she heard the floor behind her creak. She whimpered, then made a run for the room where base camp had been set up.

Just as she was about to break the barricade, Mira said, from the other side of the barricade, “I wouldn’t do that, amiga.”

“Why not?” Ela whined.

“There’s barbed wire on this side, it’s dangerous.”

“Can you take it apart, please?” Ela begged, as she started to dance nervously.

“Mhm. Tell you what; why don’t you come over to the window I put up, and we can talk about this.”

Ela stamped her foot, indignantly. “Come onnn,” she whined, “just lemme in.”

“Only if you go to the window.” Mira said.

Ela bit her lip, still dancing around nervously. After a few seconds she sighed. “Fine,” she said Ela reluctantly made her way to the wall that had a window installed, standing as close as she could to it, so that Mira couldn’t see her nether regions.

Mira walked over to the window. “Heyyy, there you are; oh, I just missed you so much!” She said, putting on an overly cheerful voice.

Ela scowled. “Yeah, yeah, can you just let me in please?”

Mira tilted her head, then started to rub her chin. “Didn’t there used to be… more of you?” She said, noticing that only Ela’s head and part of her neck were visible.

“Can you please just let me in?” Ela whined.

“Hmm. I don’t know; what do you think, Cavvy?”

Ela’s eyes widened at the sound of footsteps from behind. Before she could make a move, she felt a pair of hands grab her by the wrists. She squealed as she felt her arms being pulled behind her back.

“Come on, guys; we can talk this over!” She said, nervously. She squirmed as she was slowly pulled away from the window.

“Enjoying the view?” Caveira asked Mira, as she effortlessly restrained the blushing, squirming polish punk.

“I don’t know. I think her top is clashing with her bottom.” Mira said, gesturing at Ela’s tactical shirt, then at her crotch.

“Wait, no, no, no.” Ela whimpered, as she squirmed even more frantically than before.

Caveira grabbed both of Ela’s wrists with just one hand, then brought the other to the front of Ela’s tactical shirt.

Ela gasped as Caveira tore her top off, her bare, C cup breasts jiggling from the sheer **** that Caveira exerted. “Noooo!” Ela shouted.

Mira laughed as she watched Ela struggle against her captor. “Not so cocky now, are you, princess?” She taunted.

Ela ignored this comment, and continued to squirm, her face now completely red.

“Come on. You know what’ll end this.” Caveira whispered into Ela’s ear.

“Fuck you!” Ela squeaked, in an effort to appear tough.

“Chica, if you do it, we’ll let you in. We even have some clothes in here.” Mira said as she continued to enjoy the show.

Ela sighed, and hung her head. She stopped squirming, then mumbled, “You are a valuable member of the team.”

Mira pressed the side of her face against the glass, then held a hand up to her ear. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t catch that through the window.”

Ela sighed again. “You are a true MVP and,” she paused.

“And?” Mira inquired.

“And, your windows aren’t useless.”

Mira shrugged. “Okay, sounds good to me.” She nodded at Caveira, who then let Ela go.

Ela thrust her arms over her privates, and ran over to the barricade.

The barricade shattered into tiny wooden pieces, revealing Mira.

Ela looked down at Mira’s feet to avoid further eye contact, then muttered “Where are the clothes at?”

“Over in the far right corner.” Mira said.

As Ela passed Mira, Mira took the opportunity to give Ela a sporting pat on the ass.

Ela shrieked as she felt Mira’s hand hit her ass hard, then sprinted towards the pile of clothing.

Mira chuckled as she watched Ela rush to get dressed again. Caveira walked into the room, which prompted Mira to say, “Oh, she makes it way too easy. Too bad Frost disappeared somewhere; she would have loved to see this.”