Twelve is playing possum.

Calvo quickly checked for a pulse, his fingers pressing into her slender neck just below her jawline. The steady throb on his fingertips assured him that the guard's heart was still beating. He laid his hand flat on her chest and felt it rising and falling. He smiled to himself, she must simply have been knocked cold as she hit the water. His hand moved slightly and his fingertips brushed one of the woman's nipples. Calvo swallowed as his gaze shifted to the firm little nubbin straining against the soaked fabric of her uniform. How long had it been since he'd been captured and had the opportunity to touch female flesh? Almost without thinking his thumb and forefinger reached out and caressed the hardened nub of her nipple.

So intent was he that he failed to notice the guard's eyes flick open. Her hand whipped up, but he caught the blur of movement in the corner of his eye and managed to grab her wrist. The painstick which was still strapped to the twelve's wrist crackled between them. Little blue sparks running along it's length as the guard wrestled to bring it into contact with Calvo's skin. Calvo used his superior weight and strength to twist the woman's wrist so that the tip of the painstick pressed into one of Twelve's small, jaunty breasts. The guard squealed and her body arched as the shock went through her body. Her numb fingers lost their grip on the stick and it fell from her hand to dangle from it's strap.

Calvo acted fast whilst the guard was still stunned and turned her over, pulling her arms together behind her back. Gripping both of her slim wrists in one meaty fist he slid the strap of her painstick over her hand and removed it from the weapon. Quickly, as the guard began to recover from the stun she had received he bound her wrists with the strap. With a grin he pulled the cord tight. Twelve twisted round and glared at him, squirming as she fought hopelessly against her binding. Calvo, satisfied that the strap would easily hold smirked at her and patted her firm ass.

"That should keep you out of trouble sweetcheeks." He said mockingly.

If looks could kill, Twelve would have struck Calvo down in an instant.

"You'll pay for this, pig." She hissed at him. "Release me now and it will go easier for you. Continue this foolishness and you'll be in the punishment wing for weeks and I'll take great pleasure in making your stay as unpleasant as I can."