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Chapter 12: F A F O
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 12: F A F O - Alien scout lost through Quad-Field stranded on planet with primitive lifeforms.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Science Fiction Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Space DomSub MaleDom Illustrated
Somewhere somehow I or we had offended someone. That is the only explanation for what has happened.
Of course, the dumbshits picked the worst possible group of my ladies to attack. Tia and the twins were picking up lunch which happened to be pizza and all the extras that go with that. They had their babies with them all five of them.
Five dumbshits walked up to them as they were getting into the SUV. Three put a pistol into the small of each of their backs telling them to do as they are told or the babies would suffer. The other two flashed short-barreled shotguns that were pointed at the babies.
The girls all froze did not move and then slowly slid down to their knees pleading and begging the men not to shoot their babies. The moment both guys pointed the shotguns away from the babies the three men trying to tie their wrists together behind their back were suddenly grasping their throat and gasping for air unable to breath due to their airway being crushed. At the same time, they pulled the pistols from the waistband of the guys, and each shot the men with the shotguns once. This resulted in both men having three rounds in the chest all in the general area of where their heart was located.
Two of the men they hit in the throat survived, well long enough to tell us who sent them, Tia has trouble pulling her strikes. I will not explain or describe how the questioning went you can probably guess and maybe if you are evil enough come close. I digress.
Evidently one of the jobs we worked resulted in the death of some powerful mobster, mafia, man’s son. He took the time and expense to track us down as the ones responsible and was planning to take revenge. What we got from the two was that they believed once they had the three women and five babies the rest of us would cooperate and do as we were told.
Obviously, they did NOT know us that well, nor did they understand exactly how dangerous we or should I say my ladies were and can be.
We immediately began to research the so-called boss, Ernesto Federnalas was indeed a very powerful individual with ties to Nicaragua his son was a general in the military and Mexico where he had a huge estate as a true Mexican himself from his father and having dual citizenship to America from his mother. He was a real millionaire in the eyes of the banking system and public. He was rumored to be worth more due to his unmentionable income from illegal from drugs, guns, prostitution, and protection rackets just to name the known crimes.
He was suspected of having over 100-armed men at his disposal and always had at least ten bodyguards around him at all times. These so-called bodyguards were actually well seasoned military mercenary types.
It took some serious digging and planning to come up with a way to deal with him.
In the meantime, we had another confrontation when seven heavily armed men who made an attempt on our home. Our security cameras and detection devices alerted us to their approach long before they were a threat. Everyone selected a target and rendered them unconscious before they were even in a position to cause any harm. It was very disappointing seeing the lack of talent or training they failed to demonstrate. We managed to keep three alive enough to answer questions.
This group was expecting us to surrender and comply with their instructions, obviously they were not informed about the previous five’s failure. I felt this was an indication of the breakdown and/or lack of proper communications between factions working for this so-called mafia boss.
The girls were disappointed in the fact that they did not have to exert any effort to get the three survivors to talk and since they had been separated and were all basically saying the same thing we believed all of it or at least took it at face value.
Ernesto Federnalas has a huge mansion centered in 60 square acres of land. Most of this land is forest and trees, the main road has been cleared 100 meters wide giving about 40 meters or so on each side of the road. 200 meters have been cleared around the mansion so any approach can be seen.
The mansion was a single-story huge ranch-style building built like a huge letter ‘A’ with the master bedroom at the top of the ‘A.’ Guest bedrooms which were basically penthouse style suites with their individual ensuite went along each side of the ‘A’ with the more important individual’s closer to the master bedroom. The cross section of the ‘A’ was the greeting room which could be adjusted into a makeshift conference room and a dining room. The kitchen was just off the dining room continuing down that leg of the ‘A’ and a fully equipped gym on the opposite side. The triangle area in the center of the ‘A’ was a covered indoor swimming pool and jacuzzi that could seat eight people easily in one corner, along with both wet and dry saunas in the other corners. The bottom ends of the ‘A’ were barracks for security and staff along with an office where Ernesto could meet with individuals quickly for minor business matters.
We, or rather my ladies decided to invite ourselves and enter via the covered pool. Yes, it was most likely bullet proof, but the framing and glass would not stand up to a rocket fired from the helicopter we would be fast roping down into the pool area from. Oh, the girls were planning on firing two rockets, remember the saying one is none and two is one? I say again it is not wise to piss off my ladies. The rest of our group would drive in as fast as possible once we began our assault. Crash diving a helicopter just to pull out at the right moment to stop in a hover is not something any pilot can do, in fact most helicopters are not designed to tolerate this.
James has done this on several occasions during his time in the military, mostly for medevac requests into hostile areas. We practiced it twice before actually doing it for real.
You know the saying the third time is the charm and we were hoping it would be. Since the first practice James had us almost 50 feet above the target, the second time we almost crashed and were only about 10 feet above the target. We were hoping to get below 20 feet or less from the roof adding another 8-10 feet to the ground hopefully if we messed up we would just drop into the pool which would hopefully pad our landing. The pool was 4’ at the shallow end and 6’ and the deep end designed mostly for swimming laps as it was about 40’ long and 10’ wide.
It would take the ground team just over a minute to drive from cover across the 200-meter area then breach the main door would take at least another two minutes, so we were figuring on them reaching us in about 5 minutes from when things kick off.
The saying “NO Plan survives first contact” sometimes doesn’t even allow for the contact to begin. My AI detected explosives mounted in the roof of the mansion just as we were halfway into the dive. I shouted to pull out and cancel the attack. All my girls got the same info from the AI as I did and were agreeing with me violently. James managed to pull out before we were detected or at least before they could take any action against us.
We just did a hard ground landing at the top of the ‘A’ and bailed out moving to a large window, Bee breached the window with two door charges. Being bulletproof did not stop explosive breaching charges from knocking it out of the framework.
The other group were already unloading their vehicles and breaching the front entrance.
As luck would have it, our target had been moving to the master bedroom when we began our attack and was knocked off his feet, he was also dazed by the blast from the two breaching charges Bee set off to give us access through the window opening.
We left him dismembered and decapitated on his bed as a warning to anyone else thinking about messing with our group. Nic let us know that we had a lot of company coming in hard and heavy down the main road. We had to exfil via STABO for the seven that drove in and our original nine jumped back into the helicopter after assisting the seven getting rigged into the STABO.
It was a strain on the helicopter, but we just needed to get far enough away and did not need to climb any higher than was needed.