Thieving Comeuppance M/FF
Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2022 2:41 pm
“Serena? Serena? Are you still there?” Bella hissed through the walkie talkie in a hushed whisper. She was on edge enough without her partner stopping contact with her. She tried to reason with herself. This was an old place, perhaps the walls were too thick and cutting out signal between the devices? Hopefully it was a rational explanation.
It was just after 11pm and the Bondington Estate remained in the darkness it had been in when they arrived except for the occasional unhelped flash of a torch beam.
Bella had been all for helping her friend with this burglary but as her high heeled black thigh high boots click across the floor she wondered if she had made the right choice of footwear for this sort of event. It was her first time though. A black spandex catsuit covered most of the rest of her body. She would admit that she liked the way it flaunted her curves and the few times she had caught herself in a mirror, she was impressed by her appearance. Her large breasts bulging rom underneath the material. The long elbow length gloves also added something to her outfit.
The naturally attractive slightly tanned complexion of the woman in her late twenties was partly hidden by the eye mask she wore. Her long jet black straight hair completing her appearance.
Deciding it was best to hurry up and finish off looting the empty bedroom she returned to her sack. She opened one drawer snd emptied a pile of expensive watches into it. Soon followed a jewellery box and a few other artefacts. By this point Bella was beginning to worry about the woman who had got her into this.
The Bondington Estate was a large country estate with plenty of land surrounding it. The main house was worth just below £5 million when it was last sold. Inflation since then would have seen that price rise even more. The building itself had many rooms including 8 bedrooms, a home cinema room and 4 living rooms.
It was a place shrouded in a degree of mystery though. The current owner appeared very private. They did not attend events in the nearby village, nobody in fact had seen them. The consensus was that they worked and lived away in another part of the world, using this place as more of a holiday home.
With Bella’s bag finally full she hissed in her walkie talkie one more time, “Serenaaa...Serenaaa, where are you? I’ve finished in the main bedroom. Come on, lets get out of here.” By this point Bella had indeed had enough fun for one evening. A niggling doubt started in her mind that she just couldn't ignore. What if Serena had been compromised? Or what if she had fallen and injured herself? Deciding she could not leave her here she proceeded to nervously start searching the rest o fthe house with the torch.
Each bedroom was empty. So too the bathrooms. Room by room she had no luck until she walked into the very last room towards the main front door which they had busted open. Upon entering this room Bella received a shock as the lights switched on, illuminating it from the darkness and making her torch redundant.
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust before the answer to why Serena was not answering her became apparent.
She noticed Serena stood with her arms behind her back. The busty brunette was a little older than Bella in her late thirties. She was wearing practically the same outfit except her thigh high boots had no high heel and her catsuit was more of a v-neck, showing off her large breasts which bulged over the top slightly. As Bella scanned her body she soon noticed the black scarf that had been tied tight between her teeth. Her eye mask had also been removed.
Serena spoke with her eyes which were wide. She stayed extremely still and was trying to indicate for Bella to not do anything.
Bella could soon see why. An antique revolved extended from the arm of a man stood at the location of the light switch. It was pointed at Serena. Bella’s eyes soon met the striking blue eyes of the man. He was in his mid twenties with short brown hair and was of an average build. On this particular evening he wore a pair of red and black chequered pyjama trousers and a navy blue t-shirt. Thrown over the top and loosely tied was a navy blue thick dressing gown. On closer inspection it had not been tied at all, the central tie for the dressing gown was missing.
The pair didnt break eye contact although Bella was firmly the prey. The moment was tense. It was him who spoke first.
“Your partner struggled with answering the question so maybe you can help me. Would you mind explaining what you are doing in my house?”
It was just after 11pm and the Bondington Estate remained in the darkness it had been in when they arrived except for the occasional unhelped flash of a torch beam.
Bella had been all for helping her friend with this burglary but as her high heeled black thigh high boots click across the floor she wondered if she had made the right choice of footwear for this sort of event. It was her first time though. A black spandex catsuit covered most of the rest of her body. She would admit that she liked the way it flaunted her curves and the few times she had caught herself in a mirror, she was impressed by her appearance. Her large breasts bulging rom underneath the material. The long elbow length gloves also added something to her outfit.
The naturally attractive slightly tanned complexion of the woman in her late twenties was partly hidden by the eye mask she wore. Her long jet black straight hair completing her appearance.
Deciding it was best to hurry up and finish off looting the empty bedroom she returned to her sack. She opened one drawer snd emptied a pile of expensive watches into it. Soon followed a jewellery box and a few other artefacts. By this point Bella was beginning to worry about the woman who had got her into this.
The Bondington Estate was a large country estate with plenty of land surrounding it. The main house was worth just below £5 million when it was last sold. Inflation since then would have seen that price rise even more. The building itself had many rooms including 8 bedrooms, a home cinema room and 4 living rooms.
It was a place shrouded in a degree of mystery though. The current owner appeared very private. They did not attend events in the nearby village, nobody in fact had seen them. The consensus was that they worked and lived away in another part of the world, using this place as more of a holiday home.
With Bella’s bag finally full she hissed in her walkie talkie one more time, “Serenaaa...Serenaaa, where are you? I’ve finished in the main bedroom. Come on, lets get out of here.” By this point Bella had indeed had enough fun for one evening. A niggling doubt started in her mind that she just couldn't ignore. What if Serena had been compromised? Or what if she had fallen and injured herself? Deciding she could not leave her here she proceeded to nervously start searching the rest o fthe house with the torch.
Each bedroom was empty. So too the bathrooms. Room by room she had no luck until she walked into the very last room towards the main front door which they had busted open. Upon entering this room Bella received a shock as the lights switched on, illuminating it from the darkness and making her torch redundant.
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust before the answer to why Serena was not answering her became apparent.
She noticed Serena stood with her arms behind her back. The busty brunette was a little older than Bella in her late thirties. She was wearing practically the same outfit except her thigh high boots had no high heel and her catsuit was more of a v-neck, showing off her large breasts which bulged over the top slightly. As Bella scanned her body she soon noticed the black scarf that had been tied tight between her teeth. Her eye mask had also been removed.
Serena spoke with her eyes which were wide. She stayed extremely still and was trying to indicate for Bella to not do anything.
Bella could soon see why. An antique revolved extended from the arm of a man stood at the location of the light switch. It was pointed at Serena. Bella’s eyes soon met the striking blue eyes of the man. He was in his mid twenties with short brown hair and was of an average build. On this particular evening he wore a pair of red and black chequered pyjama trousers and a navy blue t-shirt. Thrown over the top and loosely tied was a navy blue thick dressing gown. On closer inspection it had not been tied at all, the central tie for the dressing gown was missing.
The pair didnt break eye contact although Bella was firmly the prey. The moment was tense. It was him who spoke first.
“Your partner struggled with answering the question so maybe you can help me. Would you mind explaining what you are doing in my house?”