All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.
"You're sure about this place?" Tara asked.
"I've been scoping it out for three days. There's practically no signs of life here. Every night at exactly 9 p.m., a specific pattern of lights turn on on the second two floors," Harper replied, pointing at different windows of the mansion.
The two women crouched on a hill a couple hundred feet away from the massive house. It was a beautiful, Victorian-style manor with three stories and a long iron fence encircling the perimeter. The front lawn was slightly overgrown and the whole house looked like it could use a fresh coat of paint.
"Alright, here's the details I could find out about the residents. According to state files, the deed for the mansion was recently acquired by a woman named Estelle Benewitz. She's a German businesswoman with an extended U.S. visa. She has no known spouse or family within the states," Tara looked through her notepad and rattled off the information.
"Ok, a rich lady that spends her time bouncing between continents. Sounds like the perfect target. Any specific valuables we're after?" Harper asked.
"I couldn't find any information on her assets. I think we're going to have to get inside and check it out," Tara put her notepad in her pack and zipped it closed.
"Let's do it. I'm gonna stay here and do one more search of the perimeter. You head back and grab our stuff. At dusk, we're getting in," Harper stared at the mansion, visualizing the wealth held within it.
***
"Are you feeling better Mistress?" Alice asked. She walked up to the couch Estelle lounged on and knelt next to it, carrying a cup of tea.
"Yes, dear. Much better today," Estelle extended a hand and caressed the side of her cheek. "The fever is gone and I just have a few aches and pains... it's no bother, really," she took the cup from Alice's hands and took a long sip.
"Aches and pains? I'm so sorry, my love," Alice smiled and moved to the end of the couch. She took one of Estelle's feet in her hand and rubbed her thumbs into her sole. Estelle closed her eyes and relaxed her neck and shoulders. Estelle's strong fingers worked on her feet, calves, and thighs. As she released tension in her muscles, Alice left small kisses behind.
"Alice... I am in no position... oh, that's nice," Estelle protested when Alice's fingers teased at the crease between her vagina and upper thigh, but relented when her submissive found her neglected clit with her lips.
"Shhh, it's good for you," Alice whispered into her vulva, her tongue licking a lazy line up and down.
"Mhm. Maybe tonight I'll feel up to a more... intense session," Estelle whispered back, gasping when Alice slid a finger inside her aroused entrance.
***
"Three... two... one... let there be light," Harper said. Lights around the mansion turned on, right on cue.
"You think they programmed them to go off at that time?" Tara asked.
"Definitely. There's no way all those lights could turn on at once without some kind of internal switching. Let's check our stuff and get to it." Harper opened two small duffel bags. She rifled through hers, which had a set of lockpicks, nylon climbing rope, and various tools. She was about to zip it up when she noticed an unfamiliar glint of black metal.
"Tara. No guns. Prison time for breaking and entering... we've both dealt with that. But armed robbery? Home invasion with a deadly weapon? Absolutely not," Harper took the pistol out of her bag and walked over to Tara. "Give me yours too."
"What if shit goes sideways? You remember D.C. don't you?" Tara asked.
"It won't be like that. I promise. This is smash and grab, nothing more," Harper held out her hand. Tara stared into her deep brown eyes for a moment before relenting, passing over her gun.
"Thank you. You look dashing, by the way," Harper smiled. They both wore black cargo pants and tight thermal shirts. Harper had her messy brown hair up in a ponytail and Tara had her short black locks pushed behind her ears.
"No flirting before the job," Tara looked serious.
"Afterwards?"
"If this place is as loaded as you say it is... we can do whatever the fuck you want, Harp," Tara smiled a wide grin. The women left their lookout spot and swiftly climbed the iron fence, carefully avoiding the thick spikes.
"That's our in... second story balcony," Harper whispered. Tara looped a coil of rope around her shoulder and scaled the side of the mansion to the balcony, using window sills and pipes for leverage. She tied the rope to a railing and tossed it down to Harper, who quickly scampered up the side. Harper got her lock picks out of her bag and with a few turns, had the balcony door unlocked.
"Let's make some money," said Harper, cracking open the door. "I'll take the lower floors, you look around up here."
***
"I could eat you right now," Estelle said, circling her submissive. They were in the basement of the mansion, where Estelle had a massive dungeon set up. Stone brick walls, hardwood floors and thick rafter beams made the space feel like an ancient prison. A massive four-poster bed was the jewel of the room, but various benches, crosses and other torturous structures decorated the space. Alice was in the middle of the room kneeling on a beautiful fur rug. She was dressed in expensive white latex: long gloves, stockings and a tight corset that perfectly framed her breasts. Her hair was tied in two low buns and she had a touch of makeup on her eyes and cheeks. Alice's wrists were secured in thick, iron manacles, which were hoisted above her head and connected to a rafter with another chain. A white silk blindfold was tied around her eyes, keeping her in a perpetual state of anticipation.
Estelle crouched in front of the bound woman, her warm, full lips inches from her ear.
"Would you like to see me?" She asked, her voice like dripping honey.
"Please," Alice whispered, her throat dry and raspy.
Estelle removed her blindfold and revealed herself to Alice. She wore a long, black gown etched with crimson highlights. A tight, leather corset framed her chest and hips, accentuating her deep curves. A choker of the same material encircled her neck, drawing attention to her sharp collarbone. She wore silk opera gloves that looked like a second skin and leather heels polished to a shine. Her lips were painted red and her eyes were marked with a touch of eyeliner. Estelle's hair, dark and curly, kissed the top of her exposed shoulders.
"You are... Mistress, I..." Alice stumbled over her words.
"I'm what?" Estelle put a soft hand against her cheek, a comforting smile on her lips. She tapped the riding crop she carried against her thigh.
"You're... I'm sorry..." Alice felt heat in her cheeks, chest, and loins. Estelle wrapped her hand around Alice's throat, squeezing lightly with silk-covered fingers.
"Try harder," Estelle said, her tone threatening.
"You're perfect. I don't deserve to be in your radiance," Alice cast her eyes to the floor. Estelle smacked the side of Alice's butt with the leather crop, making her jolt in surprise.
"Do you think you're better than me?" Estelle hit her again, leaving a small pink imprint on her hip.
"No, Mistress, I..." Alice was interrupted with another stroke of the crop. Estelle put the end under her chin and forced her head up. Alice's eyes were pleading for forgiveness.
"Good. You don't get to determine who is and is not worthy of my 'radiance.' To insult yourself is to insult your Mistress. Am I clear?"
Alice nodded, thoroughly relieved. As she stared into Estelle's eyes, she noticed a faint flicker of light underneath the door to the basement. Her eyes trailed to the door, the light getting brighter. Faint footsteps creaked beyond the dungeon. Estelle opened her mouth as if to admonish her submissive for breaking eye contact, but Alice spoke first.
"Peppermint. PEPPERMINT," Alice hissed in a harsh whisper. She rarely used her safeword, and Estelle was confused as to why it came out now. Nonetheless, she immediately released Alice from her shackles, who immediately pulled her mistress to the side of the room. Estelle opened her mouth again, but Alice pressed her hand against her lips.
"Someone's here. I saw a flashlight from under the door, and heard footsteps too," Alice whispered. "Is anyone else supposed to be here?" Estelle shook her head no.
"Ok, should we call the...?" Alice's sentence was cut by the creaking of the doorknob. Thinking fast, she grabbed a length of rope from a hook on the wall and slithered next to the door. Estelle followed suit and stood behind her submissive.
The door creaked open and a woman with a messy brown ponytail stepped into the room. She was dressed in all black and had a large duffel bag around her shoulder. Alice looked at Estelle, who nodded once. The woman took one more step into the room and was immediately thrown to the ground. Alice jumped from behind the door and tackled her to the floor. Both women screamed, punching and wrestling as they went down. Estelle closed the door behind them and quickly looped rope around the intruder's ankles. Alice put her full weight on the woman's back, forcing her into the wooden floor while Estelle tightly bound her wrists behind her.
"Stop fucking struggling," Alice grabbed her ponytail and yanked it backwards, forcing the intruder's head up. "Are you alone?" Alice asked, her other hand wrapping around her throat. The intruder glared back in response.
"Are. You. Alone?" Alice tightened her grip, her gloved fingers digging into the intruder's windpipe.
"Fuck... you," she whispered, not letting up.
"With pleasure," Estelle snarled from behind. She grabbed a pair of shears from her chest and began slicing away at the intruder's clothes. The woman began to scream, but Alice clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Are. You. Alone?" Alice repeated, questioning the now naked, but still bound woman. Alice removed her hand from her mouth and waited for an answer.
