The Heist - Story Request (MMF/MF+)

[DesertFox]

It was Amber's first night as a security guard and she was letting it show. She had overdressed (the uniform only called for a black shirt, jacket and shoes) in a pair of tailored pants, a silken button-down and a slim jacket that very clearly telegraphed where she had a holstered Tazer and nightstick. Her partner, David, was frustrated and had insisted that she could stay safely in the office and watch the monitors while he did rounds, even though the training had firmly informed her that both of the guards needed to go on each patrol. She wasn't even sure what they were guarding - it was strictly "need to know," and Amber certainly didn't need to know (nor did David, for that matter) - they didn't let the 24-year-old newest employee in on the secrets just yet.

So in the meantime, she nervously chewed her lip, fiddled with the end of her brown hair (worn down and done perfectly, to her embarrassment) and stared at her wrist - a large Garmin Watch she had bought just for this job ('I'll need it to track my steps and heart rate at my new gig!') showed her, very depressingly, how slowly time was passing as the seconds ticked by. She had gotten to work at 10pm and it was barely 11, meaning she had seven more hours of work to look forward to. Unfortunately, as she was so focused on trying to remember when her partner was supposed to get back from his rounds and wondering why she had bothered spending extra on the black strap for her new watch, she missed a brief period of static passing over all of the security cameras and, shortly afterwards, the footsteps leading up to the door of the security office.

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On the other side of the building, Amber's much more experienced partner, David, was tiredly walking back and forth, stalling when he'd have to go back into the security office. Despite him only being six years older and one year more experienced, his new partner treated him like he was the CEO of the entire operation, asking him countless questions about the job while also trying to hide her lack of experience in private security work. In a job that was supposedly designed for people who like to be alone with their thoughts, he had been doing a depressing amount of talking this evening.

David sighed, checked the time and decided he had delayed long enough. He began to stroll, in no particular hurry, back to the security office - there was one more hallway to walk down past it and who knows - maybe he'd have a security camera to fiddle with or something to delay his return.

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"Hmmmmmph!"

Amber shouted ineffectually into the huge, gloved hand over her mouth as she heard David's footsteps approach the office. The three criminals had, unlike her, clearly been doing this job for a while. Despite moving across the room quickly, they had opened the door, entered the room, and gotten to the back of Amber's office chair with nearly no sound. The woman had closed the door behind them while the two men grabbed Amber, one clapping a large hand over her mouth while the other dragged her chair away from the desk. Before she'd had time to take a breath, her hands were tied in front of her with a thick white cable tie and she was forcefully dragged to the corner of the room - with a door that opened inwards, it would block anyone's view of her before they had entered the room fully, and with her hands tied, a bearhug that kept her arms pinned to her sides and the stifling handgag, she doubted she'd be able to warn David, or anyone else, what had happened.

When David's footsteps had passed the office, the woman walked over to face Amber.

"You are so out of your depth here, sweetheart," she said as she took a cigar cutter from her pocket. "Just play nice and you won't get hurt."


"Mmmmmph!"


"Now," the woman continued, as she put Amber's right thumb through the cigar cutter's hole, "how many guards are on duty besides you? Just show me on your fingers." She applied just enough pressure to press a white circle into Amber's knuckle.

Amber was almost too scared to answer - her green eyes were wide and pleading as met the woman's cold brown ones. She extended one index finger.

"Are you positive?"

"Ymmmmph!"

The woman removed the cigar cutter and stepped back.

"We'll wait, then. Not a sound out of you, miss."

Amber barely heard her - she just stared at the thin, white circle on her knuckle. Her eyes fell on the large face of her watch, and she noticed that, ironically, she had met her target heart rate today, at least.

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David, completely unaware of his partner's trouble, trudged back to the security office. He sighed heavily and paused to tie his shoe...but was that Amber starting to shout his name, or was he hearing things? (Amber, quite bravely, had stomped on the foot of the man who had his hand over her mouth and begun to shout, but only made it to the first syllable before the man's hand slapped over her mouth and silenced her again.)

'She probably thought of another question,' David thought to himself as he opened the door to the office. He took a few steps in and heard the door close behind him as he saw Amber in the corner, stock still and silent in the corner of the room, a hand over her mouth and a knife at her throat.

"Oh....shit." He began to turn and run when he was also grabbed from behind.

"What thmmmmph!" A hand gripped David's mouth as well as reality hit him. He instinctively reached for his Taser before a woman with a gun approached from another corner. Realizing that he was very much overpowered, he stopped struggling but breathed hard through his nose as the woman stepped into view, then walked to him and removed his weapons.

"Tie these two up and get them out of the way; we don't know how much time we have."

With minimal struggling or shouting from David (Amber still had some ambitions of foiling a robbery on her first day and continued to squeal into the hand over her mouth) the two guards were marched out of the office and down the hallway before being forced into a supply closet. The ziptie around Amber's wrists was cut and, at gunpoint, the two guards removed their jackets, shirts, and shoes, leaving David in a white tank-top and Amber in a thin black t-shirt and, thankfully, pants.

"Listen, we don't even know what's here, so you can just take whatever and we won't say a thing!" David desperately plead his case as one of the men tied his hands behind him with a zip tie, tightened brutally tightly. Amber would have agreed, but the burglars hadn't taken any chances and kept a hand over her mouth over the entire time.

"We do know what's here, fortunately," said the woman as she cinched a cable tie around Amber's wrists, tying them behind her. She took care to tighten it as far as possible before wrapping another below Amber's watch and just above her palms and zipping it tight as well - not out of any fear she would escape, but just because Amber had made her night more stressful. The young woman satisfied her by letting out a muffled squeal into the hand over her mouth.

"And the plan is already to take whatever we want," grumbled one of the men. Both guards were forced to the ground and had their legs tied together at the ankles and knees with more cable ties.

"Just don't hurt us - I don't give a shit what else happens," said David.

"Mmmmph!" Amber said in muffled agreement - at this point, with her hands and feet bound and the majority of her uniform removed, she had given up any heroic aspirations.

"I'm so glad you agree," said the woman drily. "Now open your mouth."

"Hang on," David said. "There's no need to gag u---mmmmph!" His sentence was cut short as the man behind him shoved one of David's socks into his open mouth; it was a thick, cotton dress sock and hadn't gone through the laundry this week, and the taste almost made him retch. His other sock was forced between his lips and tied snugly at the back of his neck in a thick cleave gag. He grunted as another ziptie went around the bonds on his wrists and attached to the shelving behind him.

"And for you, Miss Noisy," the woman said. Amber's eyes shot wide open and she pleaded into the hand over her mouth as the burglar approached and took a bright yellow ball from her pocket. It was about the size of a baseball and even had a cartoon smiley face on the side, though it was faded under a few layers of dust.

"Hmmmph!"

"I had to find something special to make sure you stayed quiet, or at least regretted shouting earlier," said the woman with a distressing cheeriness as she knelt in front of Amber. As soon as the young woman resolved to just keep her mouth closed no matter what, the man removed his hand from her mouth and gave her hair a sharp but slight tug. Amber instinctively opened her mouth to yelp.

"He-nnnnnnnnnngh!" The woman wasted no time in shoving the stress ball into Amber's open mouth. Luckily, it was made of rubber and designed to be squeezed, but even then it had to be compressed and shoved behind her front teeth, where it promptly expanded and forced her jaw so wide open both her top and bottom teeth were showing. David almost laughed into his own gag at the sight of his overly-talkative partner, mouth held into an 'O' shape, green eyes wide with shock and a smiling, cartoon face between her lips.

"Hnnnnnmmmph!" Amber's eyes followed a thick roll of duct tape as it was wrapped around her head, first forming a thick cleave gag between her lips, though by the 10th wrap it just covered her entire mouth from her jaw up; the way the man gripped her jaw every time to make sure the gag was tight made her eyes water. She moaned into her gag as her wrist bonds were similarly connected to the shelving behind her. Despite trying to chew the stress ball to make it more manageable, the duct tape around her head ensured her jaw wouldn't move enough.

The woman moved over to David and wrapped the tape around his head a few times for good measure before picking up their discarded clothes and turning to leave, calling over her shoulder at the two bound and gagged guards as the door closed:

"We'll leave the light on for you two - maybe the morning shift will notice!" The heavy door to the supply closet closed.

David thrashed back and forth, the muscles in his shoulders and arms straining to break the zip tie around his wrists, or, failing that, at least the one holding him to the table, but he was held fast. A loud shout into his gag was similarly disappointing. He met Amber's eyes, hoping to coordinate some escape effort, but the young woman was too busy dealing with the massive size of her gag and blinking away tears. She strained her wrists to the left and right but had as little luck as David had. She saw the time on her watch as the words "the morning shift" registered: it was only 11:15pm, so despite feeling like hours since she was grabbed in the office, she and David had been ambushed, forced to the closet, tied, gagged and left alone in the space of 15 minutes, and "the morning shift" was a long ways away.


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Part one of two based on a request by @Detective-Gag I found way back in the archives - hope it's enjoyable!

[Detective-Gag]

Great story!

Very well-written.