Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
"Comms check."
"Becca checking in."
"Lexa checking in."
"Jock checking in."
"Virg checking in."
"Hayward checking in."
"Lance checking in."
"This is Tony. All received loud and clear. Mission is a go."
I'd never have thought that an almost invisible piece of plastic stuffed in my ear would give such crystal clear clarity. It looked like a tiny in-ear hearing aid, but Hayward had explained that I would be able to hear the whole team and they would be able to hear me as if we were standing next to each other. He wasn't wrong.
I stood with Lexa waiting to be picked up by the cleaners minibus for our infiltration into Sanchez's compound. This was make or break for the mission. If we got discovered trying to get in disguised as cleaners the mission would be over before it even began and Lexa and I would be killed or worse. Having been gang raped in Sanchez's cellar in Spain I knew what mission failure meant all too well.
It was roasting hot standing at the side of the road wearing a black robe and hijab. The loose fitting face veil also made it hotter, as my warm breath bounced off the sheer fabric and wet my face with steamy moisture. I was sweating buckets and I didn't know if it was from the heat or from fear. Lexa seemed cool on the outside and I guessed she'd done this hundreds of times. I was glad she was with me on this one.
Jock was on the lookout hill above the compound and was acting as a sniper if things went really wrong. He would also be our eyes and would warn of any potential threats once we were inside, from his higher vantage point.
Tony and the rest of the team were in the jeep ready to follow on as back up and get us out of there if we got detected at the main entrance.
The minibus approached in a cloud of dust down the main road, amongst the hustle and bustle of traffic and people. The other six cleaners moved towards the edge of the kerb, ready to board their work transportation. None of them spoke to each other which was good for us, as I would have stuck out a mile not speaking the local language well enough to hold a conversation. They all kept their heads held low like life was getting the better of them. Working for Sanchez and being abused by his guards was obviously not their idea of a great day out.
We all boarded the minibus and I heard Tony in my ear.
"Girls are on route Jock."
"Roger that."
I looked round to see if anyone had heard the voice in my ear but there was no way they could have. I was being paranoid due to the fact I had never done something like this before. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer and I had to control my breathing and my mind to stop me from going into a panic.
'You're a down trodden cleaner on your way to work,'
I tried to convince myself.
Lexa put her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently, but kept looking straight ahead. She knew I was nervous and a friendly squeeze made all the difference.
We'd all spent the morning preparing for the mission and going through procedures and communication drills. Lexa and Tony had given me some extra combat training and explained how I could make someone unconscious a little more easily. Most of my previous training had been all about self-defence albeit quite advanced, but tonight I'd be needing to be on the offence. It was a welcome distraction and we role played some scenarios for taking out the two guards on the gate.
The Grey Ghosts had spent their time preparing weapons and I noticed they were using different sub machine guns to the one Tony had used at the villa in Spain. These looked more sophisticated and were all fitted with long cigar shaped silencers so they could remain stealthy. As always on a mission like this, surprise and concealment were our biggest weapons. If no one knew we were there, we wouldn't even need to fight. I hoped that would be the case, but I doubted it.
After a mission briefing, food and water we had all got dressed into our local gear. Lexa and I had worn the cleaners uniforms and the Grey Ghosts had gotten dressed into grey combat gear and body armour and I guessed that's where they got their name from. They wore local robes and a turban over the top so they could go un-noticed until they assaulted the compound later that evening.
It took thirty minutes to get to the compounds main entrance and Tony hung back out of sight in the jeep. Only Jock could see what was going on from the hilltop.
"I've got eyes on the minibus," came Jocks voice in my ear. "Stand by."
Our transportation rolled to a halt and one the of guards looked in to the vehicle. I watched him visually count how many of us there were and he gestured for us to get out. We followed the lead of the other cleaners and copied their mannerisms and movements.
The guard banged on the roof and the minibus turned and left us in a cloud of dust and diesel fumes.
"This way," said the guard, in surprisingly good English.
Most of the guards in Spain had spoken English and I wondered where Sanchez had done his recruiting. I counted six guards on the main entrance all heavily armed with Scorpion sub machine guns like they had been in Spain. We were ushered through into some sort of holding area so we could be searched. I braced myself for a groping like the cleaners we were impersonating, had warned us about and I hoped we wouldn't be taken away for fun and games with the guards. We needed to get a move on and find the girls.
Lexa and I were behind three other girls and we watched them get searched. The lecherous looks on the guards faces filled me with dread and it must have had the same effect on the rest of them. We all had our face veils on and heads down hoping we wouldn't be interfered with too much.
The first girl held her hands out to her sides like you do when you get frisked. She was patted down from head to toe and felt up around her breasts and ass. I watched the guard push his fingers into her ass crack and the girl squeaked in protest as he pushed against her asshole through her uniform. The guard laughed and passed her through security where she waited patiently for the rest of us.
The second girl was not quite so lucky. After a pat down the guard seemed to like the look of this one and called two of his friends over. I soon figured out why. As they turned her around I saw she had very big boobs and the guards took it in turns to feel them, squeezing them hard and jeering. She was young and pretty and didn't like the attention she was getting. Eventually they got bored and she was passed through.
The next girl got similar treatment with the addition of having a guard force a kiss onto her. She let him get on with it, probably fearing a beating if she didn't. Another guard slipped his hand up her robe and I guessed he was playing with her pussy from the look on her face. He pulled his hand back out and sniffed his fingers, smiling at the result.
Lexa was next. The assaults seemed to be getting worse as they went down the line and I feared we were about to be fucked or forced to suck them off. We didn't have time for any of that. She was frisked and fondled and had a hand up her robe like the previous girl, but that was all. She took it all in her stride.
I stepped forward and was patted down. Three pairs of hands were on my tight young body and they smiled at each other. I felt hands on my tits and ass like a cow being examined at a fair to see what the meat quality was like. A hand slipped up my robe and started to worm its way into my panty crotch. I willed myself not to be wet, but I knew I already was. Another hand followed suit and they fought for who was going to finger me first inside my panties. In the end they both stuffed a finger inside me roughly and laughed at my humiliation. They started to tug my knickers down and I feared the worse.
Suddenly there was a bark of orders from behind me and another guard appeared who seemed to be in charge.
He spoke in Algerian and I couldn't understand a word of what he said, but the guards let me go and I was pushed through to join the others.
The head guard gabbled away at the three assaulters and they quickly checked the next two women who were also put through with us. He looked the last one up and down and said something else which made the girl look up wide eyed and frightened. She was dragged off into the guard house and we were ushered away.
I turned back briefly to see the head guard undoing his zipper as he followed her in.
"What did he say?" I asked Lexa under my breath.
"You don't want to know," she whispered back.
"I do. Tell me."
"He said they only need one girl and to just pick the one at the back and stop messing about. He said all of our mouths do the same thing so it didn't make any difference. Then he asked the girl if she was thirsty because she was going to be drinking a six man milkshake," whispered Lexa, making sure no one could hear her.
"Sick mother fuckers," I said, turning back to see what was happening to her.
"Leave it Becca," whispered Lexa, trying to calm me down. "Stay on mission."
She was right, there was nothing I could have done. We just had to prevent it from happening to anyone else by taking Sanchez out of the picture. If we removed the leader then the organisation would be over.
"They're in," said Jock in my ear.
"Roger that," said Tony.
Once we were into the compound there seemed to be less guards. I could see two on each of the four corner turrets and a few milling about the grounds. The sandstone walls towered above us, but the grounds inside were quite spacious. There were numerous small buildings and Sanchez's helicopter was visible on its landing pad near the beach, which meant he was still there.
We followed the rest of the cleaners to a cupboard and were each given a cleaners trolley fitted out with a brush, mop and cleaning products. The girls headed off in pairs to wherever they were allocated and I followed Lexa, adjusting my sodden knickers back into place. They were soaked with sweat and now my sex juices from the guards over amorous attentions. It didn't matter that I was in a dangerous situation, having two guys fight over my pussy had turned me on.
"Head for the inner wall into the pool area," said Jock.
He must have been able to see us from the hilltop.
"Roget that," I whispered.
We walked about fifty metres and were met by two more guys, guarding the entrance to the hareem area. They seemed less rapey than the ones on the main entrance and just let us in.
Once we were in we saw scantily clad bikini girls all around the pool. I saw Aggie and Sara sunbathing and it took all my inner strength not to run over to them and give them a hug. We didn't want to bring attention to ourselves. Ideally I needed to find Tammy who would be the most level headed about it all . I could hardly have Sara swearing away and getting excited at meeting a couple of cleaners even if there was an absence of guards in this area.
"We're in the hareem area," said Lexa, for the benefit of the rest of the team.
"Roger that."
We walked to the nearest building as though we were going in to clean the toilets. It was cooler in the plush air conditioned corridor and we walked along the terracotta stone flooring to find the dormitory. It didn't take long.
The third door on the left was open and we heard chatting and girlish laughter. We entered and some of the girls turned to see who it was. When they realised it was just the cleaners they turned back to what they were doing. Mostly it was hair and makeup or nails or just chatting and joking. Despite being held captive they seemed in good spirits. I suddenly understood the term "smelling like a hareem or a brothel", the whole room smelt of women. It was fragrant with perfume, lotions and potions and the undertone of female pheromones. It was instant hard-on territory for any man who entered.
