The Bank Robbers · Part 1

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Part 1

The bank teller smiled warmly as he watched the pretty young woman walk towards his window. She looked to be about nineteen years old and was wearing tight riding jeans and boots. Her golden hair was cut short and boyish and her blue eyes sparkled as she returned the teller's smile. "What can I do for you today, Miss?" "I've come to make a withdrawal" she drawled in a sweet Western accent. "I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember seeing you before, Miss…err.." "Barret" "Sorry, M'am. Do you have your account number and some identification?" Jane Barrett calmly raised a small handgun and pointed it straight at the teller's face.

"How about this?" She smiled as she watched his expression turn from shock to amusement. "You don't really think you're gonna rob this bank with that little ladies' gun, do you? If you shoot me with that it'll more than likely make me real mad!" "Well, after I make you real mad with my little ladies gun, my boyfriend over there is gonna make you real dead with his Colt 45." The teller's face froze as he looked across the room and saw a young cowboy standing with his gun drawn. There were a few customers in the bank and an old woman shouted "Oh my God! It's a bank robbery!" A panic-stricken mother clutched her young daughter to her side. "That's right!" The young man hollered out.

"Everybody stay calm and nobody will get hurt! You heard the young lady, Mister. She wants to make a withdrawal. Empty your cashbox into that sack she's got and don't try anything funny." Will Fullerton and Jane Barrett had been passing through this sleepy little town on the edge of the prairie and Jane couldn't resist the lure of an easy job. Not a whole lot of money to be had here, but then again, not real hard to take either. The teller glared at Jane as he began filling her sack with cash from his box. Just as he was finishing, the sheriff burst into the bank. "Just put that gun down, Miss.

I wouldn't want to have to hurt a sweet little thing like you." The sheriff had a shotgun pointing towards Jane. He was so shocked at having a bank robbery in his tiny little town that he didn't notice Will standing behind the door. He heard the click of his 45, though, and felt the cool barrel of it against his temple. "You better drop that, Sheriff, or I'll blow your head clean off your shoulders…" The sheriff froze. He let his eyes flick sideways but didn't move his head. He lowered his shotgun. Will grabbed it from him and kept his gun pointed at the sheriff's head. Jane grabbed the money sack and turned to face the sheriff.

"So, you're the law around here, huh?" She laughed and swayed her hips as she walked towards the sheriff, who had his hands raised. The little girl began crying softly as her mother hugged her tighter to her side. Jane looked at them for a moment, looked back at the sheriff, and smiled evilly… "I don't like the law much, mister sheriff. I particularly don't like sheriffs who point shotguns at me…" She stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously for a moment, then said "Drop your pants, sheriff." She had a wry smile on her face. The sheriff looked at her, stunned. He thought he misunderstood her. "Hurry up. I ain't got all day!" She pointed her gun at the sheriff's groin menacingly.

"I ain't kidding!" The women in the bank gasped as they saw the sheriff undo his belt and begin unbuttoning his pants. He let his pants fall around his ankles and stood there in his longjohns. "Kick off your boots…. get those pants right off. That's right. Now the shirt too…" The sheriff unbuttoned his shirt. When he removed it he stood there in only his longjohns and hat, glaring at the young woman with the gun. Jane reached forward and knocked his hat off his head. She pointed her gun directly at the sheriff's crotch, looked him in the eye, and very slowly said with a smile: "Now the longjohns…" "What!" The sheriff gasped. "You can't be serious. There's women and children here!

What kind of person are you?" "The kind of person who will blow your balls off in exactly five seconds if you ain't out of them longjohns… One….. Two….." In a panic the sheriff tore open the buttons on his longjohns. He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and pushed them down below his knees. As Jane was counting five he just managed to step out of them completely. This left him standing in the bank completely naked. Jane and Will were laughing as he tried covering his groin with his hands. The other customers stared in disbelief. The teller chose that moment to bring a gun up from behind his window.

Will noticed him out of the corner of his eye and in a flash so fast you couldn't see his hand move he shifted and put a bullet right through the teller's chest. As he slumped over the counter, dead, the women in the bank began screaming. "Shut up!" Will yelled, pointing his gun in the direction of the customers. The women were silent but still shook with sobs. Jane looked at the sheriff and said "That was real stupid of him. Don't you be stupid like your friend there…" She chewed her lower lip for a moment, then continued: "I want this whole town to see what I think of the law… Get down on the floor on your hands and knees… You heard me, hurry up! Down, dammit!…

Now CRAWL out that door and into the street! Move it!" She fired a shot in the air and the sheriff turned and hesitantly began crawling towards the door, and then out onto the wooden sidewalk. Jane snickered as she pulled her thick leather belt out from her riding jeans. She folded it double in her right hand and slapped it across the sheriff's naked ass. "Please!" the sheriff begged. "Not out in the street! Not like this! There's women and children around!" Jane slapped the belt across his ass again and told him that the children should learn early that they can't count on the law for anything. Her slaps got harder and harder as she drove him out onto the dusty street.

The shots had caused a crowd of people to gather outside the bank. They gasped when they saw their sheriff stark naked and crawling in the dirt! The pretty young woman whipping his ass with her doubled belt still held her pistol in her left hand. Will walked behind them, his guns warning everybody not to try anything foolish. "Look mommy! Why is that lady giving Sheriff Porter a tanning?" "Hush up, Sue Ellen" her mother warned. "But why did she take all of his clothes away?" "I said hush up, Sue Ellen! Don't look!" But the eyes of everyone in the street were focused squarely on the bizarre scene before them.

When the sheriff got to the middle of the street Jane made him stop and kneel upright. There must have been thirty or forty townspeople gathered around. They were all staring in disbelief at the sheriff and the young woman who was giving him orders. "Now look at all your friends and neighbors, especially the women and children! They're all watching you!" Jane was giggling evilly. Indeed, Miss Simmons, who ran the saloon, was enjoying the show and tried to catch the sheriff's eye so he'd know she'd seen him. Most of the children were in awe. The Thompson girls were giggling and shoving each other. Jane saw all the people and felt almost intoxicated with her power.

She laughed as she said, "Start jerking off, Sheriff! Do it, or I'll blow your head off right here! Don't test me!" There were gasps from the crowd as the sheriff put his trembling right hand around his semi-hard penis and began slowly pumping. "Faster!" Jane shouted. "And look up at the people!" The sheriff looked up and saw the eyes of the town on him. A couple of them were probably enjoying this, however, most of the people looked embarrassed to see the sheriff humbled before them. The sheriff pumped faster. His penis was fully erect in spite of the great shame he was experiencing.

Jane taunted him loudly and threatened to put him across her knee for a good spanking, which brought gasps from the women in their bonnets and giggles from the children. Just then Will rode up on his horse. He had Jane's horse with him. He handed her the reins as he kept his 45 directed at the crowd. Jane slipped her belt back around her tiny waist then climbed up onto her horse. She sat there watching the sheriff for another minute then fired her pistol into several of the storefront windows on the street, shattering the glass. "Don't any of you try to follow us or you'll wind up dead like that teller in the bank!

See ya around, Sheriff!" She and Will whirled around and began galloping down the road. She looked back and saw the sheriff still on his knees and pumping while a young man came running out of the bank towards him carrying his clothes. They spurred their horses and galloped out of town. They were both laughing heartily as the wind whistled past their faces. "That was really funny, Jane. What made you do that!" "I don't know, Will. I guess I was just bored, and seeing him pointing that shotgun at me kinda made me mad." They slowed their horses down and continued riding out into the prairie. Will rode a little bit behind Jane.

He liked watching her tight ass bouncing up and down on the saddle and couldn't wait till nightfall when they'd count up the money and then make passionate love. After a couple of hours they stopped to rest the horses. They were both getting a bit hungry by this time. As they walked up along a ridge Will motioned Jane to get down on the ground. "Look over there!" Jane followed his pointing hand and saw what looked like a small Indian village. There were a couple of dozen teepees and a fire burning in the center, being tended by a squaw. "Looks like the braves are off hunting. I only see one guard down there, the rest seem to be women and children. Look at that meat on the spit!

Mmmmmmm… sure beats the jerky we've been chewing on." They went back and secured their horses, then they both climbed stealthily down towards the village and took their positions. Jane slowly walked out into the open, towards the fire. Her hands were in the air and she was saying "Hello… I'm a friend. Do you have something to eat?" The squaw tending the fire was startled. The brave looked confused, then wary. He put his hand on the hilt of his knife and began walking towards her. Covered by her distraction, Will leaped from behind a teepee and hit the brave on the head with a rock, knocking him out cold.

More squaws and a few children began coming out of the teepees but Will and Jane both had their guns drawn by this time. "You don't mind if a couple of hungry travelers have a bite to eat, do you?" Jane chuckled as she bent forward and picked the largest piece of meat out of the fire. In a moment of pure spitefulness she kicked dirt onto the fire and trampled the rest of the meat into the ground. The squaws gasped and made gestures to stop her but Will yelled a warning and pointed his gun at them. He joined Jane and she pulled off a hunk of meat and handed it to him. As he chewed a huge mouthful he was looking lustfully at one of the squaws nearby.

He pointed his hand in her direction and said to Jane: "Jane, dear. You don't mind if I help myself to one of these little squaw women, do you? I mean, it wouldn't be like I was cheating on you or nothin', it's only a squaw. Besides, watching you back there at the town made me a little ornery, if you catch my drift." Jane looked at the squaw. She didn't like the idea of Will with another woman, but he was right, it was only a squaw. Besides, it might be fun to watch. "No skin off my teeth, Will. Just save something for me tonight!" The squaw couldn't speak English but she knew what was going on when Will began walking towards her.

She turned on her heel to run but Will jumped her and brought her crashing to the ground with him on top. She shrieked as Will began tearing at her clothes. He pulled out his knife and cut the laces on her buckskin dress. After that he just had to pull it off her squirming hips and legs and she lay naked on the ground, still fighting and trying to bite him. He gave her a hard slap on the face which quieted her down somewhat. "Look at these titties, Jane!" He moulded the firm reddish brown flesh and fingered a large brown nipple and aureole. He squeezed it hard between his fingers until she yelped in pain. Will laughed cruelly and squeezed it again, harder.

Will reached down with one hand and unbuttoned the fly of his pants. He forced the squaw's legs apart and climbed on top of her. The other squaws watched in horror as he roughly inserted himself into her and began fucking her hard, pulling her tits as he rode her. Jane was laughing at the sight and kept her gun pointing at the others to keep them in line. Just then she heard a twig break behind her. She turned to look and felt one huge hand placed around her mouth while another grabbed her arm in a vice grip and removed her gun. All hell broke loose. The other squaws leapt on Will and began clawing at him as he humped the poor woman beneath him.

Another brave gave a blood curdling yell and threw himself on Will, pulling him out from between his victim's legs. The hunting party had returned! They saw what was happening and crept up on Jane while she was distracted watching Will. The brave who had thrown Will to the ground screamed again and pulled his knife. He lifted his arm above his head and prepared to drive it into Will's chest when another hand grabbed his arm and held it. He glared at the brave who had restrained him then calmed slightly as they exchanged words in their own language. Will and Jane were hauled to their feet. Will's pants were still open but his penis had shriveled back within.

The other women helped Will's victim up and wrapped her dress around her. She glared hatefully at both him and Jane, now being held in the midst of about two dozen braves. One of the braves walked towards the captives. He wore more feathers in his hair and appeared to be a chief of some sort. He spoke halting English as he addressed them. "Why you do evil in our home?" He looked at Jane and said "You steal our food and ruin much. This is wrong." "We were hungry! We're willing to pay for it. We've got lots of money!" "No! You not pay. You steal!" He looked at Will and shook his head. "You do bad to Little Flowers. You bad people. We should kill you. Maybe we will.

You must be punished for these bad things you do." The other Indians shouted their outrage. A few yells went up as they all gathered around to watch what would happen to the white man and his woman. The chief pointed to Will and said "First you. Your woman will watch you…" He said something else in his language and the others nodded their heads and began laughing. The women came forth and grabbed Will. The one who he had raped held a knife to his throat, pressing it hard against him and nearly breaking the skin. The other squaws worked quickly and began stripping him. They removed his boots and then, using their knives, they simply cut all of his clothes away.

In less than a minute he stood completely naked as his clothes lay in shreds on the ground around him. The men and the children sat on the ground and hooted, encouraging the squaws. "W-what are you doing? Leave me alone!" Will cried. The squaws overpowered him by their sheer numbers. Little Flowers kept the knife near his throat as they forced him down onto the ground on his back. Jane didn't like what she was seeing. It didn't bode well for her, but she was powerless to do anything to help Will as he lay there on the ground. Another squaw brought out a long coil of rope. She used her knife to cut a small length.

With the others holding Will down, she managed to use the short piece of rope to tie his right wrist to the inside of his right ankle. She had to bend his knee outward to do this. She then took the long coil of rope and looped one end around and around his left ankle, then tied a tight knot. With a hoot the women began hauling on the rope and dragging Will around on the ground by his left ankle. His left arm was free but the way his right wrist and ankle were tied, his genitals were wide open and exposed, along with his ass. Jane watched in horror as Will wimpered in disbelief and fear.

The other squaws picked up branches and began switching him wherever they could as he was dragged around by his leg. "No! Please!" he begged, but they continued thrashing him while the whole village joined in the laughter. Jane was feeling even more uneasy after seeing what they were doing to poor Will. Little Flowers yelled something to the others and they all headed off towards a small clump of trees about a hundred yards away. Will was dragged and switched the whole way. The rest of the village followed, taking Jane along with them. The squaws stopped at a medium sized tree. There was a horizontal branch about eight or nine feet up.

A couple of feet away from it, hanging from an adjoining branch, was a large hornets nest. The squaws threw the free end of the rope up and over the first branch, careful not to disturb the nest. They began hauling on the rope and eventually hoisted Will upside down in the air till his left foot was only a few inches from the branch. He squirmed as he dangled there. His left hand was still free but he couldn't do anything with it. His right wrist and ankle were still tied, which forced his right thigh down nearly level with his shoulde

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