Art stealer's latest case (F/MMF, M/FM, MM/FF, F/F, M/F), Chapter 3 (finale) added
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2023 1:44 pm
Hello everyone! I finished a new story about two days ago and now I present it for your consideration! If you find any errors in the text, please let me know, I'll fix it!
Art stealer's latest case
There comes a point in every person's life when they must step away and retire, especially if they live on both sides of the law. Julia Haley thought about it often enough. She was twenty-eight years old, still strong and agile enough to do theft, but she wanted something different. Besides, the White Marten was famous. When she was eighteen, she loved hearing about her victories on TV, but over time, she had managed to learn modesty. Moreover, she knew several detectives for whom catching the White Marten was a matter of honor, and they spared no expense. In the past six months, Julia had miraculously avoided capture twice. The first time, she had encountered a state-of-the-art security system that memorized many parameters on video and could identify a person in a crowd. It had cost her considerable effort to find the server room and destroy the hard drives. The second time was when one of her former associates bought his freedom by telling her everything he knew about her. Fortunately, for her, he did not know much, but she had to change her habits to avoid arrest.
Julia was a rather tall woman, about five feet eight inches tall, with blonde hair down to the middle of her back and large blue eyes. She was no stranger to sports and martial arts, so she had quite strong muscles, which she hid under loose clothing. Gymnastics was her secret weapon in the difficult business of art stealing, so she spent a good deal of time practicing. She spent too much time and realized that soon she would have to give way to young talents, and therefore it was time to prepare escape routes.
For her latest case, the woman decided to prepare herself seriously. She realized that she was taking a big risk, but decided to take a job at the gallery of Joshua Clark, a famous banker and collector of fine arts. She did this in order to scout out all the approaches to the gallery and play big. In Clark's gallery was the painting "Eternal Warrior", by the famous artist Desmond Thorwald. The order for this painting had been on a closed thieves' site for a long time, but so far, there was no one who would try to steal, for legends about the paranoia of Joshua and the serious security system of the gallery have long been among the burglars. The woman decided to make her latest case the culmination of her abilities. Dressed in her best business suit, she headed to the interview.
Joshua Clark was a cheerful, short, fat man who asked Julia many questions about everything. He seemed interested in every little detail of her life, but she did not want to tell him what was going on. She lowered her eyes modestly, blushed at compliments, and generally played the cute and clumsy fool. After some thought, Joshua offered her the position of his personal consultant, and she accepted. The first months of work were too busy, so Julia came home in the evening and went straight to bed. More or less sorted out, she could afford to flirt with the guards, laugh with her office mates, who turned out to be young and cheerful graduates of Art History College. Occasionally Joshua called her in to ask her opinion on various paintings and statues he planned to acquire for his collection. Julia tried to establish herself as a professional, so she thought carefully about every phrase she said.
She spent a long time preparing for her heist. Unexpectedly, she found some vulnerabilities in the security system that could make her robbery much easier. She was able to figure out the blind spots in the cameras, found a window where the alarm system didn't work, and learned all the rooms and corridors. It took her almost six months to do all of this, during which time she became quite familiar with the gallery.
Shortly before the planned date of the robbery, two young people in strict suits came to the gallery - a guy and a girl, very similar to each other, like twins. They introduced themselves as Special Agents Armando and Emeline Oscuro of the Central Bureau of Investigation. Julia and her young colleagues immediately noticed these two special agents, primarily because they were very young and quite beautiful. Black-haired, brown-eyed, with aristocratically refined faces. It was obvious that they were not office workers, for their movements gave away those who knew how to use their bodies with maximum efficiency. They were very friendly, without the usual contempt of special agents for mere mortals.
Julia could not understand the reason for their appearance at the gallery. They spent a lot of time in the office of Joshua Clark and his head of security Leonard Zimmer, talking about various topics with the staff. One day Armando came into their office during the lunch break and over a cup of tea that, told many amusing stories. Julia caught herself thinking that often looks at the young man with interest and even thought about whether it is not worth it to seduce him? At least to rub the nose of the office neighbors who were shooting their eyes at the handsome special agent and who had an increased amount of makeup on their faces. Emeline, Armando's sister, was more often in the hall, looking at the exhibition and asking many tricky questions about this or that painting, half of which no one could answer.
***
Julia swung easily over the fence and crept noiselessly toward the gallery building. She knew exactly where the window was, where the alarm system did not work well and always showed that everything was fine. She had another problem, the security cameras on the corners of the building. The cameras in the back only had one blind spot, but to use it, she still had to get there. She needed to run seventy feet of open space in three and a half seconds. Pulling out a stopwatch, she began timing the cameras from the leftmost points to the rightmost points. Measuring the time a third time, she made sure the camera settings had not changed and prepared to roll. When the stopwatch showed seven seconds, Julia rushed toward the building and pressed herself into the wall, knowing that the cameras would not pick her up in that spot. The window was about thirty feet away, so Julia waited for the cameras to separate again. Finally, when the moment was right, she rushed to the window and, with all her might, lifted the frame and ducked inside, catching her breath. She wanted to take off her mask and wipe the sweat from her forehead, but she could not.
The woman really did not like having federal agents hanging around the gallery, but they had nothing against her. Fortunately, the current security shift was not particularly industrious, so Julia had a plan to neutralize them properly so they would not interfere with her bypassing the alarm system in the gallery itself. She slipped out of the room and walked down the hallway, trying to tread as quietly as possible. She reached the security room quickly and listened. She heard a man's laughter that she recognized immediately. Jake was a very nice young boy who even had a bit of a crush on her. He always opened the door for her, interacted respectfully and was so touchingly embarrassed when she complimented him. The woman even felt a little uncomfortable about what she was about to set up. She had not thought of such a thing before, so really - the last thing to do.
Julia removed a small pistol from her belt and listened again. The gun was a toy, but it looked real. She heard the husky voice of Robert, hired on the patronage of someone close to Joshua Clark. He was a commando-like person, but Julia knew he had been discharged from the army because of a strange injury. It was rumored that Robert had hurt himself. Quietly opening the door, the woman peeked inside. Robert and Jake were not the only ones in the room. At the table with a large cup of tea sat a pretty, black-haired, slender girl in a turtleneck. She was Special Agent Emeline Oscuro, who giggled at the simple jokes of her interlocutors. Julia broke into a cold sweat. She had hoped only Jake and Robert would be there, but if Emeline was here, was Special Agent Armando Oscuro around? It was too late to retreat, and there was no reason to. Julia raised her gun and stepped inside the security room.
“Everyone shut up and put your hands where I can see them!” the woman said in a husky, husky whisper, pointing the gun at Jake's forehead.
“Who are you, lady?!” Robert asked in surprise.
“Shut up and put your hands up”, Julia turned toward the man, who turned pale and put his hands up. Jake looked helplessly at the security desk behind the armored glass. One of the guards is required to sit there and sound the alarm if anything happens. “My name is White Marten and today I decided to visit your gallery!”
“Madame Marten, the hours of the gallery are from nine in the morning to six in the evening, and now it's half past three in the morning, we are closed”, Emeline said, raising her hands obediently. “Come back in the morning and you can see our exhibits! I especially recommend the sculpture dedicated to the philosophical movement of axeism!”
Julia, keeping the barrel of her gun pointed at the guards, took off her backpack and tossed it to Jake.
“Open it!”
Jake opened it and stared at the neatly folded skeins of rope and duct tape and cable ties. He looked up at Julia.
“Now you will take the cable ties and tie the hands of your companions”, Julia ordered. “The option of being killed, I don't think anyone would like that.”
The young guy looked at Emeline and blushed. Julia almost let out a sigh.
“Hurry up!” the woman shouted. Jake pulled out two zip ties. He walked over to Emeline and pulled her arms behind her back. The girl's shoulders slumped back a little, and the turtleneck tightened around her small but firm breasts. Jake panted, clearly struggling with arousal. Trying not to look at Emeline, he walked over to Robert.
“What, you're not even going to try to resist, rookie?” Robert snorted, putting his hands behind his back, and when the restraints tightened around his wrists, he added, “Snot!”
Jake, whose wrists Julia had tightened the same tie, took a seat next to Emeline. Then Julia pulled out a skein of duct tape and wrapped it tightly around the guards' heads at the level of their mouths.
“Who else is in the building?” she asked, looking sternly at Emeline.
“Ah, you finally remembered”, the raven-haired girl, snorted. She had not lost her composure, and there was a kind of mischievous mood in her demeanor. “Fuck you, bitch!”
“Well, well, well”, Julia shook her head and wrapped the duct tape around the girl's head. Then she pulled out the ropes and skillfully tied all three of them tightly and securely to the chairs. Several skeins of rope were passed between the spokes of the chairs and pulled the captives' bodies tightly against the backs of the chairs, bonus, Emeline's ropes emphasized her breasts. The legs of all three hostages were crossed at the ankles, tied together. Julia then pulled their legs to the backs of the chairs under the seat so they could not get up and move around the room with the chairs. In addition to their ankles, several coils of rope were wrapped around their thighs and shins. Julia had also tied the captives' wrists with ropes, in addition to the ties. In a mischievous mood, she took the pleasure of groping Jake's crotch, which was poking up under his clothes, and Emeline's breasts, which glared angrily at Julia with her brown eyes. She thought about pulling down Jake's pants and pulling up Emeline's turtleneck, but Julia quickly dismissed the idea. In the process, she only lightly punched Robert in the stomach when he tried to hit her with a rock-hard forehead. The man bent over, and Julia realized she had overdone it. As a final step, she slipped loosened restraints around the necks of all three of them, the other ends of which she tied to chairs so that the captives would not struggle too hard to free themselves.
Julia exited the guardroom, turning out the lights on the way out, leaving the three captives helpless and bound, eyes glaring angrily. Locking the door to the control room as well as the guardroom, she tucked the large bunch of keys into her backpack and decided to find Armando. She had no doubt he was somewhere in the gallery. Listening closely, she did not hear a sound. Perhaps he was asleep somewhere. She walked cautiously around the gallery, but no one was there. It was possible that on this night, only the two guards and Special Agent Emeline were left in the gallery, and Armando could be sleeping somewhere in the car. Julia went cold - perhaps she had turned off the lights in the security room for nothing, it might be alarming. The best thing to do was to get all three of them into a bathroom somewhere and tie them up there. She decided not to rush to change anything, but just to do her job quickly and run away before anyone missed her. She was sure that the guards and the special agent would have an unforgettable night.
Julia reached the main gallery, where the painting "Eternal Warrior" was displayed, and looked at the dragon leaning over the two knights. The alarm could be disabled from the back room, the key to which had been in her backpack for a quarter of an hour. She pulled it out and opened an inconspicuous door. It did not take her long, and soon the alarm panel beeped and the barely perceptible hum died down.
The woman came out of the back room and walked over to the painting. It was quiet. She pulled out her blade and was about to cut the canvas from the frame when a quiet but confident voice sounded behind her.
“Good evening, Ms. Haley!”
She turned sharply and met her gaze with Armando standing a few feet behind her. The young man seemed unarmed, and besides, he was not dressed in a business suit as he was during the day. Dark pants, a dark T-shirt with the logo of a famous rock band, a neckerchief tied around his throat.
“That mask doesn't match your eyes; you looked much better in a businesswoman's suit”, Armando grinned.
“And who can tell where the mask is and where the real face is?” Julia broke the silence.
“Fair enough”, Armando nodded. “Miss Haley, maybe you should take off your mask, because it's uncomfortable to talk like this.”
“I don't think so!” the woman shook her head. “At least because I'm not Ms. Haley”.
“And I'm not a federal agent then”, the young man grinned.
Julia pulled out her gun, hiding it behind her hip. She raised it, but Armando managed to get out of the line of fire and while Julia was aiming at him, the agent was right in front of her. With his left hand, he grabbed the woman's wrist and twisted it. The gun fell to the floor and Armando's foot motion sent it sliding to the other end of the hall. Julia twisted out of his grip and tried to kick Armando in the groin, but he dodged here too. She hit him in the thigh, and he in turn landed a series of punches to the stomach. If it were not for her trained abs, Julia would have had a hard time. The underhooks went in and Armando went down, but at the last moment, he grabbed hold of Julia, pulling her to the floor as well. The struggle on the floor was intense. Julia did not try to use any more techniques, just pounded wherever she could, not allowing her opponent to get up, but she could not get up herself, because Armando, though he was defending himself, didn't forget to "bite" the woman with light blows. For some reason he did not hit her in the face or head, though that would have been more logical. Julia grinned beneath her mask, for her opponent turned out to be a true gentleman. She tried to pull herself up, but it was a mistake. Barely had she gotten off the ground when a sharp jolt toppled her, and Armando climbed on top and quickly put the woman's hands behind her back. The sound of a cable tie being tightened and Julia realized her career was over. Armando reached up and pulled the mask off Julia's head. Her blonde hair, gathered in a bun, fell apart over her shoulders. Armando pulled the woman to the wall and leaned her against it.
"Hello again, Ms. Haley," Armando smiled, squatting down in front of the woman and looking into the blue eyes of her beautiful face. "Thank you for sparring, very... invigorating, I almost fell asleep while I was waiting for you."
“Mr. Oscuro...” the woman stretched out. “You caught me after all.”
“Not just caught me, but in the guise of the White Marten,” Armando nodded at the clothes that tightly encased Julia’s athletic figure.
“What did I do wrong?”
“It's hard to say. I was just using my instincts. Your movements, your demeanor... Everything made you look like a dangerous predator, not an office cutie.”
“You're a predator, too, as it turns out.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but I'm an omnivorous raven,” Armando smiled, but turned serious. “Actually, I don't really care about the Eternal Warrior. My sister and I came to this damn town because of you, Ms. Haley.”
“So what made the federal agency interested in the humble art historian?”
“Six months ago, you stole two small tiger figurines from the mansion on Gladys Island. One had rubies in its eyes, the other emeralds. My... executives would like to know who you sold them to.”
The young man's brown eyes looked fixed and somewhat indifferent, and Julia became nervous.
“If you tell me, I'll personally escort you to the exit, take the bunch of keys, and go free my sister and the local slackers. I'm sorry; I won't let you steal the painting.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Well, that's too bad. I guess I'll have to turn you in to the police”, Armando sighed and rose to his feet. Armando turned sharply toward the exit of the hall and tried to duck behind the statue of the wind god. Julia heard something cut through the air and jabbed into something soft, and then Armando let out a curse. She could see from the silhouette that he had torn something from his own neck with force and with a glimpse of it, threw it away. Suddenly, from behind one of the statues, a man stepped out into the moonlight, came closer to Julia, and looked at her.
“Did the famous White Marten get caught?” he grinned, and Julia turned pale. She recognized the silhouette of Thomas Moreau, her main rival in the difficult business of art stealer. Thomas looked her over and turned toward where Armando Oscuro was hiding.
“Mr. Oscuro, if I'm not mistaken?” Thomas asked loudly.
“Do I know you?” Armando's muffled voice came from the back of the room.
“Not personally, but a good acquaintance of mine has told me about you.”
“Who?”
“I'm not talking about him now. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thanks.”
“That's all right. It won't take long. You see, Mr. Oscuro, the point of the dart was laced with venom of green spider. You know what that is, don't you?”
Armando did not answer, and Thomas looked at Julia.
“If the antidote is not administered in the first few minutes, there will be mild muscle paralysis, but tissue sensitivity and mental clarity will be fully preserved. The duration depends on the dose. Can you hear me, Mr. Oscuro?”
Armando also remained silent. He could feel the poison beginning to take effect. At the very least, it was getting much harder to move around, no trace of his former lightness. He tried to get to the back room with the alarm system, where he could lock himself in and set off the alarm. However, it was in addition, far from where the second art stealer had caught him. Moreover, the time wasted on a brief interaction... Armando collapsed to the floor three steps away from the coveted door, cursing quietly.
“Mr. Oscuro, are you all right?” Thomas asked and walked over to the young man lying on the floor. Julia, meanwhile, had tried to escape. Taking advantage of the fact that only her hands were bound, she cautiously stood up and crept toward the exit. Thomas, meanwhile, dragged Armando over to some pedestal on which stood a low marble statue of a cherub. When he heard Julia leave, Thomas quickly caught up with the woman, grabbed her by the hair, and stabbed her in the neck with a dart. The dosage of this dart was obviously higher because she quickly felt weak. Thomas led her over to the immobilized Armando. Moreau knocked the statue to the floor, causing its head to break off.
“Cheap knockoff”, he snorted and sat Julia down on an empty pedestal. He then pushed Armando onto the pedestal so that his back was resting on Julia. You could tell by the wild eyes that the young man was furious, but he could not move a finger. Thomas picked up Julia's dropped backpack and pulled the ropes from there.
“You're quite the hoarder, aren't you? Thank you, that'll be a big help.”
The first thing Thomas did was to cut the cable ties around Julia's wrists. He tied Julia's left hand to Armando's right hand and her right hand to his left. After that, he began to bind the torsos of the captives tightly together. Several coils above and below the woman's high breasts. He tied each captive's legs at the ankles, over the calves, and over the thighs, and then used the longest rope to tie the captives' legs together, lifting them off the floor to keep them from giving them a fulcrum. The final touch was the gags. He did not bother to use duct tape. To further humiliation the captives, he decided to use parts of their clothing. He cut off the top of Julia's suit, leaving her topless, and cut the lycra suit into small pieces, then ripped off Armando's neckerchief, staring at his throat with widened eyes. Julia could not see what was there, but suspected a tattoo. Coping with his emotions, Moreau cut the neckerchief in half. With the lycra pieces of the suit, he filled their mouths, then wrapped the scraps of the neckerchief around them. Stepping back a few steps, he admired the scene.
“You guys look beautiful. Like real comic book heroes!” he summarized and took out his phone. He took a few pictures from different angles and put the phone away. “Now, I need to do what White Marten couldn't.”
The captives slanted their eyes to see Thomas Moreau walk up to the Eternal Warrior painting, pull out a knife, and examine it. It did not escape the captives' notice the way Thomas flushed with anger. He cut the canvas, rolled up the tube, and approached Julia.
“Did you do this?!” he shook the painting in the woman's face. “Confess!”
Moreau grabbed her by the chin and pulled her head up.
“You switched the painting?! Or did you?!” he walked over to Armando and struck the young man across the face with the painting. Armando's head flailed helplessly. Moreau ran over to the next painting and examined it closely before bursting into laughter.
“Joshua Clark, what a smart ass he is! So you both suffered for nothing?! That's so funny!” Thomas looked at the painting, then threw it down on the floor on the cherub and left.
At one point Julia felt Armando, start to move. It gave her optimism that the young man would be able to get free before the gallery staff arrived. She hated to be caught looking like this. She hoped she could make a deal with Armando. When the ability to move returned to both of them, they tried to untie the knots, only they were too high up to reach. It took all night to try unsuccessfully to free themselves. Therefore, when the first employees arrived at the gallery, the first thing they saw were three people bound and gagged in the guardroom: two security guards and Special Agent Emeline Oscuro. A more entertaining exhibit awaited them in the main room of the gallery: on a pedestal formerly belonging to a marble cherub, their colleague Julia Haley sat bare breasted, bound back-to-back to Special Agent Armando Oscuro with a cleave gags in their mouths. The alarm was off, and the Eternal Warrior painting lay crumpled on the floor like a cloth. The morning was off to a disgusting start.
Art stealer's latest case
There comes a point in every person's life when they must step away and retire, especially if they live on both sides of the law. Julia Haley thought about it often enough. She was twenty-eight years old, still strong and agile enough to do theft, but she wanted something different. Besides, the White Marten was famous. When she was eighteen, she loved hearing about her victories on TV, but over time, she had managed to learn modesty. Moreover, she knew several detectives for whom catching the White Marten was a matter of honor, and they spared no expense. In the past six months, Julia had miraculously avoided capture twice. The first time, she had encountered a state-of-the-art security system that memorized many parameters on video and could identify a person in a crowd. It had cost her considerable effort to find the server room and destroy the hard drives. The second time was when one of her former associates bought his freedom by telling her everything he knew about her. Fortunately, for her, he did not know much, but she had to change her habits to avoid arrest.
Julia was a rather tall woman, about five feet eight inches tall, with blonde hair down to the middle of her back and large blue eyes. She was no stranger to sports and martial arts, so she had quite strong muscles, which she hid under loose clothing. Gymnastics was her secret weapon in the difficult business of art stealing, so she spent a good deal of time practicing. She spent too much time and realized that soon she would have to give way to young talents, and therefore it was time to prepare escape routes.
For her latest case, the woman decided to prepare herself seriously. She realized that she was taking a big risk, but decided to take a job at the gallery of Joshua Clark, a famous banker and collector of fine arts. She did this in order to scout out all the approaches to the gallery and play big. In Clark's gallery was the painting "Eternal Warrior", by the famous artist Desmond Thorwald. The order for this painting had been on a closed thieves' site for a long time, but so far, there was no one who would try to steal, for legends about the paranoia of Joshua and the serious security system of the gallery have long been among the burglars. The woman decided to make her latest case the culmination of her abilities. Dressed in her best business suit, she headed to the interview.
Joshua Clark was a cheerful, short, fat man who asked Julia many questions about everything. He seemed interested in every little detail of her life, but she did not want to tell him what was going on. She lowered her eyes modestly, blushed at compliments, and generally played the cute and clumsy fool. After some thought, Joshua offered her the position of his personal consultant, and she accepted. The first months of work were too busy, so Julia came home in the evening and went straight to bed. More or less sorted out, she could afford to flirt with the guards, laugh with her office mates, who turned out to be young and cheerful graduates of Art History College. Occasionally Joshua called her in to ask her opinion on various paintings and statues he planned to acquire for his collection. Julia tried to establish herself as a professional, so she thought carefully about every phrase she said.
She spent a long time preparing for her heist. Unexpectedly, she found some vulnerabilities in the security system that could make her robbery much easier. She was able to figure out the blind spots in the cameras, found a window where the alarm system didn't work, and learned all the rooms and corridors. It took her almost six months to do all of this, during which time she became quite familiar with the gallery.
Shortly before the planned date of the robbery, two young people in strict suits came to the gallery - a guy and a girl, very similar to each other, like twins. They introduced themselves as Special Agents Armando and Emeline Oscuro of the Central Bureau of Investigation. Julia and her young colleagues immediately noticed these two special agents, primarily because they were very young and quite beautiful. Black-haired, brown-eyed, with aristocratically refined faces. It was obvious that they were not office workers, for their movements gave away those who knew how to use their bodies with maximum efficiency. They were very friendly, without the usual contempt of special agents for mere mortals.
Julia could not understand the reason for their appearance at the gallery. They spent a lot of time in the office of Joshua Clark and his head of security Leonard Zimmer, talking about various topics with the staff. One day Armando came into their office during the lunch break and over a cup of tea that, told many amusing stories. Julia caught herself thinking that often looks at the young man with interest and even thought about whether it is not worth it to seduce him? At least to rub the nose of the office neighbors who were shooting their eyes at the handsome special agent and who had an increased amount of makeup on their faces. Emeline, Armando's sister, was more often in the hall, looking at the exhibition and asking many tricky questions about this or that painting, half of which no one could answer.
***
Julia swung easily over the fence and crept noiselessly toward the gallery building. She knew exactly where the window was, where the alarm system did not work well and always showed that everything was fine. She had another problem, the security cameras on the corners of the building. The cameras in the back only had one blind spot, but to use it, she still had to get there. She needed to run seventy feet of open space in three and a half seconds. Pulling out a stopwatch, she began timing the cameras from the leftmost points to the rightmost points. Measuring the time a third time, she made sure the camera settings had not changed and prepared to roll. When the stopwatch showed seven seconds, Julia rushed toward the building and pressed herself into the wall, knowing that the cameras would not pick her up in that spot. The window was about thirty feet away, so Julia waited for the cameras to separate again. Finally, when the moment was right, she rushed to the window and, with all her might, lifted the frame and ducked inside, catching her breath. She wanted to take off her mask and wipe the sweat from her forehead, but she could not.
The woman really did not like having federal agents hanging around the gallery, but they had nothing against her. Fortunately, the current security shift was not particularly industrious, so Julia had a plan to neutralize them properly so they would not interfere with her bypassing the alarm system in the gallery itself. She slipped out of the room and walked down the hallway, trying to tread as quietly as possible. She reached the security room quickly and listened. She heard a man's laughter that she recognized immediately. Jake was a very nice young boy who even had a bit of a crush on her. He always opened the door for her, interacted respectfully and was so touchingly embarrassed when she complimented him. The woman even felt a little uncomfortable about what she was about to set up. She had not thought of such a thing before, so really - the last thing to do.
Julia removed a small pistol from her belt and listened again. The gun was a toy, but it looked real. She heard the husky voice of Robert, hired on the patronage of someone close to Joshua Clark. He was a commando-like person, but Julia knew he had been discharged from the army because of a strange injury. It was rumored that Robert had hurt himself. Quietly opening the door, the woman peeked inside. Robert and Jake were not the only ones in the room. At the table with a large cup of tea sat a pretty, black-haired, slender girl in a turtleneck. She was Special Agent Emeline Oscuro, who giggled at the simple jokes of her interlocutors. Julia broke into a cold sweat. She had hoped only Jake and Robert would be there, but if Emeline was here, was Special Agent Armando Oscuro around? It was too late to retreat, and there was no reason to. Julia raised her gun and stepped inside the security room.
“Everyone shut up and put your hands where I can see them!” the woman said in a husky, husky whisper, pointing the gun at Jake's forehead.
“Who are you, lady?!” Robert asked in surprise.
“Shut up and put your hands up”, Julia turned toward the man, who turned pale and put his hands up. Jake looked helplessly at the security desk behind the armored glass. One of the guards is required to sit there and sound the alarm if anything happens. “My name is White Marten and today I decided to visit your gallery!”
“Madame Marten, the hours of the gallery are from nine in the morning to six in the evening, and now it's half past three in the morning, we are closed”, Emeline said, raising her hands obediently. “Come back in the morning and you can see our exhibits! I especially recommend the sculpture dedicated to the philosophical movement of axeism!”
Julia, keeping the barrel of her gun pointed at the guards, took off her backpack and tossed it to Jake.
“Open it!”
Jake opened it and stared at the neatly folded skeins of rope and duct tape and cable ties. He looked up at Julia.
“Now you will take the cable ties and tie the hands of your companions”, Julia ordered. “The option of being killed, I don't think anyone would like that.”
The young guy looked at Emeline and blushed. Julia almost let out a sigh.
“Hurry up!” the woman shouted. Jake pulled out two zip ties. He walked over to Emeline and pulled her arms behind her back. The girl's shoulders slumped back a little, and the turtleneck tightened around her small but firm breasts. Jake panted, clearly struggling with arousal. Trying not to look at Emeline, he walked over to Robert.
“What, you're not even going to try to resist, rookie?” Robert snorted, putting his hands behind his back, and when the restraints tightened around his wrists, he added, “Snot!”
Jake, whose wrists Julia had tightened the same tie, took a seat next to Emeline. Then Julia pulled out a skein of duct tape and wrapped it tightly around the guards' heads at the level of their mouths.
“Who else is in the building?” she asked, looking sternly at Emeline.
“Ah, you finally remembered”, the raven-haired girl, snorted. She had not lost her composure, and there was a kind of mischievous mood in her demeanor. “Fuck you, bitch!”
“Well, well, well”, Julia shook her head and wrapped the duct tape around the girl's head. Then she pulled out the ropes and skillfully tied all three of them tightly and securely to the chairs. Several skeins of rope were passed between the spokes of the chairs and pulled the captives' bodies tightly against the backs of the chairs, bonus, Emeline's ropes emphasized her breasts. The legs of all three hostages were crossed at the ankles, tied together. Julia then pulled their legs to the backs of the chairs under the seat so they could not get up and move around the room with the chairs. In addition to their ankles, several coils of rope were wrapped around their thighs and shins. Julia had also tied the captives' wrists with ropes, in addition to the ties. In a mischievous mood, she took the pleasure of groping Jake's crotch, which was poking up under his clothes, and Emeline's breasts, which glared angrily at Julia with her brown eyes. She thought about pulling down Jake's pants and pulling up Emeline's turtleneck, but Julia quickly dismissed the idea. In the process, she only lightly punched Robert in the stomach when he tried to hit her with a rock-hard forehead. The man bent over, and Julia realized she had overdone it. As a final step, she slipped loosened restraints around the necks of all three of them, the other ends of which she tied to chairs so that the captives would not struggle too hard to free themselves.
Julia exited the guardroom, turning out the lights on the way out, leaving the three captives helpless and bound, eyes glaring angrily. Locking the door to the control room as well as the guardroom, she tucked the large bunch of keys into her backpack and decided to find Armando. She had no doubt he was somewhere in the gallery. Listening closely, she did not hear a sound. Perhaps he was asleep somewhere. She walked cautiously around the gallery, but no one was there. It was possible that on this night, only the two guards and Special Agent Emeline were left in the gallery, and Armando could be sleeping somewhere in the car. Julia went cold - perhaps she had turned off the lights in the security room for nothing, it might be alarming. The best thing to do was to get all three of them into a bathroom somewhere and tie them up there. She decided not to rush to change anything, but just to do her job quickly and run away before anyone missed her. She was sure that the guards and the special agent would have an unforgettable night.
Julia reached the main gallery, where the painting "Eternal Warrior" was displayed, and looked at the dragon leaning over the two knights. The alarm could be disabled from the back room, the key to which had been in her backpack for a quarter of an hour. She pulled it out and opened an inconspicuous door. It did not take her long, and soon the alarm panel beeped and the barely perceptible hum died down.
The woman came out of the back room and walked over to the painting. It was quiet. She pulled out her blade and was about to cut the canvas from the frame when a quiet but confident voice sounded behind her.
“Good evening, Ms. Haley!”
She turned sharply and met her gaze with Armando standing a few feet behind her. The young man seemed unarmed, and besides, he was not dressed in a business suit as he was during the day. Dark pants, a dark T-shirt with the logo of a famous rock band, a neckerchief tied around his throat.
“That mask doesn't match your eyes; you looked much better in a businesswoman's suit”, Armando grinned.
“And who can tell where the mask is and where the real face is?” Julia broke the silence.
“Fair enough”, Armando nodded. “Miss Haley, maybe you should take off your mask, because it's uncomfortable to talk like this.”
“I don't think so!” the woman shook her head. “At least because I'm not Ms. Haley”.
“And I'm not a federal agent then”, the young man grinned.
Julia pulled out her gun, hiding it behind her hip. She raised it, but Armando managed to get out of the line of fire and while Julia was aiming at him, the agent was right in front of her. With his left hand, he grabbed the woman's wrist and twisted it. The gun fell to the floor and Armando's foot motion sent it sliding to the other end of the hall. Julia twisted out of his grip and tried to kick Armando in the groin, but he dodged here too. She hit him in the thigh, and he in turn landed a series of punches to the stomach. If it were not for her trained abs, Julia would have had a hard time. The underhooks went in and Armando went down, but at the last moment, he grabbed hold of Julia, pulling her to the floor as well. The struggle on the floor was intense. Julia did not try to use any more techniques, just pounded wherever she could, not allowing her opponent to get up, but she could not get up herself, because Armando, though he was defending himself, didn't forget to "bite" the woman with light blows. For some reason he did not hit her in the face or head, though that would have been more logical. Julia grinned beneath her mask, for her opponent turned out to be a true gentleman. She tried to pull herself up, but it was a mistake. Barely had she gotten off the ground when a sharp jolt toppled her, and Armando climbed on top and quickly put the woman's hands behind her back. The sound of a cable tie being tightened and Julia realized her career was over. Armando reached up and pulled the mask off Julia's head. Her blonde hair, gathered in a bun, fell apart over her shoulders. Armando pulled the woman to the wall and leaned her against it.
"Hello again, Ms. Haley," Armando smiled, squatting down in front of the woman and looking into the blue eyes of her beautiful face. "Thank you for sparring, very... invigorating, I almost fell asleep while I was waiting for you."
“Mr. Oscuro...” the woman stretched out. “You caught me after all.”
“Not just caught me, but in the guise of the White Marten,” Armando nodded at the clothes that tightly encased Julia’s athletic figure.
“What did I do wrong?”
“It's hard to say. I was just using my instincts. Your movements, your demeanor... Everything made you look like a dangerous predator, not an office cutie.”
“You're a predator, too, as it turns out.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but I'm an omnivorous raven,” Armando smiled, but turned serious. “Actually, I don't really care about the Eternal Warrior. My sister and I came to this damn town because of you, Ms. Haley.”
“So what made the federal agency interested in the humble art historian?”
“Six months ago, you stole two small tiger figurines from the mansion on Gladys Island. One had rubies in its eyes, the other emeralds. My... executives would like to know who you sold them to.”
The young man's brown eyes looked fixed and somewhat indifferent, and Julia became nervous.
“If you tell me, I'll personally escort you to the exit, take the bunch of keys, and go free my sister and the local slackers. I'm sorry; I won't let you steal the painting.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Well, that's too bad. I guess I'll have to turn you in to the police”, Armando sighed and rose to his feet. Armando turned sharply toward the exit of the hall and tried to duck behind the statue of the wind god. Julia heard something cut through the air and jabbed into something soft, and then Armando let out a curse. She could see from the silhouette that he had torn something from his own neck with force and with a glimpse of it, threw it away. Suddenly, from behind one of the statues, a man stepped out into the moonlight, came closer to Julia, and looked at her.
“Did the famous White Marten get caught?” he grinned, and Julia turned pale. She recognized the silhouette of Thomas Moreau, her main rival in the difficult business of art stealer. Thomas looked her over and turned toward where Armando Oscuro was hiding.
“Mr. Oscuro, if I'm not mistaken?” Thomas asked loudly.
“Do I know you?” Armando's muffled voice came from the back of the room.
“Not personally, but a good acquaintance of mine has told me about you.”
“Who?”
“I'm not talking about him now. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thanks.”
“That's all right. It won't take long. You see, Mr. Oscuro, the point of the dart was laced with venom of green spider. You know what that is, don't you?”
Armando did not answer, and Thomas looked at Julia.
“If the antidote is not administered in the first few minutes, there will be mild muscle paralysis, but tissue sensitivity and mental clarity will be fully preserved. The duration depends on the dose. Can you hear me, Mr. Oscuro?”
Armando also remained silent. He could feel the poison beginning to take effect. At the very least, it was getting much harder to move around, no trace of his former lightness. He tried to get to the back room with the alarm system, where he could lock himself in and set off the alarm. However, it was in addition, far from where the second art stealer had caught him. Moreover, the time wasted on a brief interaction... Armando collapsed to the floor three steps away from the coveted door, cursing quietly.
“Mr. Oscuro, are you all right?” Thomas asked and walked over to the young man lying on the floor. Julia, meanwhile, had tried to escape. Taking advantage of the fact that only her hands were bound, she cautiously stood up and crept toward the exit. Thomas, meanwhile, dragged Armando over to some pedestal on which stood a low marble statue of a cherub. When he heard Julia leave, Thomas quickly caught up with the woman, grabbed her by the hair, and stabbed her in the neck with a dart. The dosage of this dart was obviously higher because she quickly felt weak. Thomas led her over to the immobilized Armando. Moreau knocked the statue to the floor, causing its head to break off.
“Cheap knockoff”, he snorted and sat Julia down on an empty pedestal. He then pushed Armando onto the pedestal so that his back was resting on Julia. You could tell by the wild eyes that the young man was furious, but he could not move a finger. Thomas picked up Julia's dropped backpack and pulled the ropes from there.
“You're quite the hoarder, aren't you? Thank you, that'll be a big help.”
The first thing Thomas did was to cut the cable ties around Julia's wrists. He tied Julia's left hand to Armando's right hand and her right hand to his left. After that, he began to bind the torsos of the captives tightly together. Several coils above and below the woman's high breasts. He tied each captive's legs at the ankles, over the calves, and over the thighs, and then used the longest rope to tie the captives' legs together, lifting them off the floor to keep them from giving them a fulcrum. The final touch was the gags. He did not bother to use duct tape. To further humiliation the captives, he decided to use parts of their clothing. He cut off the top of Julia's suit, leaving her topless, and cut the lycra suit into small pieces, then ripped off Armando's neckerchief, staring at his throat with widened eyes. Julia could not see what was there, but suspected a tattoo. Coping with his emotions, Moreau cut the neckerchief in half. With the lycra pieces of the suit, he filled their mouths, then wrapped the scraps of the neckerchief around them. Stepping back a few steps, he admired the scene.
“You guys look beautiful. Like real comic book heroes!” he summarized and took out his phone. He took a few pictures from different angles and put the phone away. “Now, I need to do what White Marten couldn't.”
The captives slanted their eyes to see Thomas Moreau walk up to the Eternal Warrior painting, pull out a knife, and examine it. It did not escape the captives' notice the way Thomas flushed with anger. He cut the canvas, rolled up the tube, and approached Julia.
“Did you do this?!” he shook the painting in the woman's face. “Confess!”
Moreau grabbed her by the chin and pulled her head up.
“You switched the painting?! Or did you?!” he walked over to Armando and struck the young man across the face with the painting. Armando's head flailed helplessly. Moreau ran over to the next painting and examined it closely before bursting into laughter.
“Joshua Clark, what a smart ass he is! So you both suffered for nothing?! That's so funny!” Thomas looked at the painting, then threw it down on the floor on the cherub and left.
At one point Julia felt Armando, start to move. It gave her optimism that the young man would be able to get free before the gallery staff arrived. She hated to be caught looking like this. She hoped she could make a deal with Armando. When the ability to move returned to both of them, they tried to untie the knots, only they were too high up to reach. It took all night to try unsuccessfully to free themselves. Therefore, when the first employees arrived at the gallery, the first thing they saw were three people bound and gagged in the guardroom: two security guards and Special Agent Emeline Oscuro. A more entertaining exhibit awaited them in the main room of the gallery: on a pedestal formerly belonging to a marble cherub, their colleague Julia Haley sat bare breasted, bound back-to-back to Special Agent Armando Oscuro with a cleave gags in their mouths. The alarm was off, and the Eternal Warrior painting lay crumpled on the floor like a cloth. The morning was off to a disgusting start.