Not a killer....

Kneeling beside the prone body of the Guard Captain, Calvo began to tug the snug fitting swimsuit off her. Her breasts were of meduim size, beautifully uptilted, with those delicious pale nipples that redheads sometimes exhibit. A light dusting of freckles highlighted her skin,and as he drew the swimsuit over her hips, Calvo paused to admire the luxuiriant bush of red hair nestled between her toned, slender thighs.

Rolling the Captain on to her back, he bound her wrists firmly together using the swimsuit, before gently patting the taut oval of her left buttock.

"I'll be back with you in a moment, Captain...."

Calvo turned to deal with the others.