The Robbery · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Cast of Characters
Gerry – A bloodthirsty, cruel Mistress and bank-robber not without finer feelings about Brenda
Brenda [also known as Bren] – Her lesbian-lover and helper, crime-partner-a bit softer, not-much, article
Bella – Bank manager and hostage led to help both sides at various times, slightly-chunky blonde beauty
Guard, two other Guards, and FBI man, geek, and Cops, Dr. Hawkings, Mary, Teller- all small-part players
All characters were eighteen by the time of the story.
CAVEAT: Activities described herein may be hazardous to health, so please don't try this at home!
Chapter 1: "Doing"
Flame-haired lesbian Gerry pokes her likewise redheaded pal Bren. Returning to the car and getting in, poked in the boobs twice and once between the legs, for emphasis on each of the last three words. "You can't make an omelet, without [poke] breaking [poke] eggs [poke]!"
"Please stop that, Mistress Gerry, it hurts me awful!"
"You're going to shoot him, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'll shoot the guard, disarm him, and make sure he's unarmed…"
Gerry pulls in in front of the bank and says, "Next, what do you do?"
Brenda says she follows the bank employees to the rest room and locks them in there. Brenda notices that a petite brunette is waiting outside the soon-to-open doors. "She'll get in our way…"
Gerry says, "We'll take her hostage if we have to, might be a good idea to have one for awhile… Remember, the truck is our target and not the bank. We take the bank over, to get the cash delivery: Don't take the change. Make the guards carry the heavy change bags. Do you have all those zip-ties?"
Brenda says, "Yes. Look, they're opening up and letting that little woman in…"
Gerry says, "Let's go then, leave the work to me, except tying them up, and taking one of the cash-bags. Try to only call me ‘Legs' if you have to, and I'll refer to you by my favorite part of you, ‘Titsy'."
Brenda [getting out at the same time as Gerry and checking her cargo-pants pocket for her gun.] Groans.
They put on domino masks, step in and the bank guard, a uniformed older man, is standing nearby: Brenda, without a word, draws her pistol and shoots him in the upper leg!
He falls and she runs over, quickly taking his gun. While she frisks the heavily-bleeding guard, he moans, "Why?" She doesn't answer but zip-ties his hands and ankles, gets up, putting his gun in the pocket, her gun came out of, turns to Gerry.
Her partner pulls from under her long coat a sawn-off ten-gauge, which she fires into an unoccupied desk and pumps. "Blam!" Desk gradually caves in, collapses. "Clack-clack!" "Everybody move down that way, toward the water-fountain. This is a robbery. We don't want violence, but we'll kill you if you resist." Stops a minute without turning her back to the bank, threads chain to close the two front doors.
Brenda, wearing a domino mask, follows, herding with her handgun, the two women employees, a teller and a yellow-haired female manager who was working the drive-in, to outside the rest-rooms, where she connects their wrists behind and says to the lone customer: "You, too, honey… you're going to be our hostage…"
The lady starts shaking and crying. Says the manager, standing close to the petite for support, moves in front of her with sturdy body: "Mary won't make a good hostage, is too-easily upset. Take me instead."
"Titsy, you do that." Gerry confirms.
"Now you two [the teller and Mary] get in the john." Pokes hefty, blonde bank-manager in boob with end of shotgun. "Is that armored truck still scheduled for nine-thirty?"
"Ouch!" Says well-built, thirtyish manager. "…Yes, it's expected right now… Is that what you're after?"
Gerry: "In you go…" [Pushing teller and Mary the quivering, petite, brunette customer, into ‘Ladies.'] "You can wait in here for now. [Shoves manager in Men's. Reading tag on jacket.] "What's your name…'Bella'?" Feeding long bicycle-chain through door handles, locks both, on staff and customer.
"Take the chain back off the front door now, Titsy, the truck's outside. We'll want to let guards come…"
Two guards come in, sack in each hand, making it tough to get at their holstered weapons, are surprised by robbers standing to the sides. They drop their sacks, but before they can do any other moves, only starting to go for their weapons, Gerry waves her shotgun: Brenda sticks her gun in waistband, staying out of Gerry's line of fire, disarms Guards, juggling guns into pockets, zip-ties both in front, shunts two guards aside: "Over there," she orders with gun. Brenda says, "Legs, there's one more guard inside the truck: I saw his hands when they unloaded those sacks."
"We'll take care of that…" Cutting one of the two guards loose, says to him, "We shot him [indicating Bank Guard on floor] "and he's dying of blood loss, so hurry and get your third guy in here so you can get him [indicating Bank Guard on floor again] help ASAP, and remember, we're willing to kill your co-worker here, if we have to…" [Points at other, tied guard.] "Bring all the cash that's in the truck back with you!"
Guard leaves bank. Meanwhile, the two girls try to get the third Guard to tell them what's in the sacks: [Prodded with shotgun: "You see what I did to that desk. Want a big hole in you?"]
Guard: "There's negotiable paper -checks-stocks-bonds, on top of both sacks… a lot of cash, a whole payroll, underneath…"
Gerry asks ‘How much, and are those certificates any good, like cash?'
Guard: "Only the bearer bonds, and those are only a few… ten, fifteen, thousand, but the cash is about twenty-four, five, without the change."
"Do you know which ones they are, these bearer bonds?"
"No." Guard says, "But your banker would know…"
"Titsy, when you put the guards in the Men's room, I'll get Bella, that lady-manager, out."
The third Guard, a thinner, older, red-faced man, is brought in: Gerry covers him with her big gun, while Brenda removes his sidearm: Has two guns in each large front pocket. Removes remaining ties to shirt. The two newly-arrived Guards, tied up. From newly-arrived Guard: "You won't get away with this!"
"Hit him over the head, Titsy!" Gerry re-chains the front door. "Give those two Guards the change-bags to carry."
Brenda conks the older Guard with her handgun: He falls bleeding, but is semi-conscious. Bella the Manager is roughly extracted by Gerry, and Brenda poking gun, herds the Guard trio into the Men's. The two younger Guards, juggling the two heavy change-sacks in their front-zip-tied hands, try to support the wounded third Guard between them with their shoulders. As door closes, he slips to the tile floor, while other two separate a tad when they mush into small space, hobbled by their zip-tied ankles.
"C'mon, I'd as soon shoot you, Miss, as take you." Shouts Gerry at Bella, prodding her neat rear-end with the gun, as Gerry undoes the chain, nodding in a head-wave to Brenda: "Get out, drive the car."
Gerry pushes Bella, her hands tied, through a clot of startled, would-be bank-customers waiting outside.
"Don't get involved!" She warns them waving her shotgun. "I haven't killed anybody today…Want to be my first?"
Three customers: Two older men, a gray-haired woman, with head-shakes, decline, back up.
Brenda, rips opens the driver's door and jumps in, starts-up: Gerry, pushing Bella and leaping in back alongside manager, shouting, "Go! Go! Go!" Slamming the door. They take off fast, only to slow and come to a stop a few blocks away and change from the stolen blue one to their own green parked car.
"I'll take your gun, and mine…" Walks over to corner, throws both down a storm drain. "You never know these days, what those geeks can do…"
Chapter 2: "Home"
In a half-hour, Gerry is home saying to Bella: [her hands re-zip-tied in front.] "You can use the bathroom now… No, you'll see how much can be done with your hands front-tied."…"Bren, what did they have in the truck?"
The Guard was told to bring back any money out in the truck, but there's only one part-full bag extra, besides the two cash-bags, and it's a fairly-heavy little bag, half silver.
Brenda says, "We're going to discard all this change, but there's" [counts] "probably five grand cash."
Gerry says, "Not bad, but should have been more… they got to us there, I ‘spose…" [Turning abruptly.] –"That broad is taking too long in the can." Goes over to the bathroom and finds it's locked.
"Bella, come out now and don't ever lock this door again!" [Toilet-flushing sound heard through door.]
Hears sink stop and unlatching.
Bella says, "Sorry, I'm not used to being tied-up, so it all took longer…"
Abruptly, Gerry smacks Bella's face twice, hard. "Smack! Smack!"
The light-haired, slightly-chunky manager tries to raise her zip-tied hands.
Gerry yanks them down, threatening: "Only a taste of what you'll get, two punishments you've earned now, Slut-Bella, one for extending bathroom-use with the door locked, and one for covering–up! With my training, you'll learn never to do either!"
Bella goes, "But, but… I was only…"
Brenda, sidling up to the cramped doorway, says, "She doesn't know any better, Gerry, can't you go a little easier on her, after all, we need her help with all that commercial paper, don't we?" Brenda kisses Gerry slowly and fully on the mouth, and leads Bella by her connected-hands to the seat at the table.
"We've got almost thirty thousand, isn't that nice? [To Bella] And we'd like you to tell us about bonds."
Still-masked Gerry says, joining the duo, "How about stripping first, Bella, you look promising but we don't know… what you've got in there, hmmm?"
Brenda, wide-eyed, looks as if she might defend Bella some more, …but is silent.
Gerry: "I can cut your hands loose." Gets a big knife and whacks the zip-ties in the center.
Brenda picks out and cuts the two loops around each wrist. While Bren is undoing Bella's hands, Gerry clicks a shackle on each of Bella's ankles with a heavy ball attached! "So you don't forget you're all ours, now, Baby…" Black-masked Gerry grins evilly.
Bella starts stripping her bank jacket-blouse-and-bra, showing a very-healthy pair: 36D. Large, reddish aureoles topped off with pink tips.
Brenda: "Nice, very nice, don't you think she's got great tits, Gerry?"
"Why don't you lick them for her, Bren?" After they erect mightily, Gerry suddenly clamps them.
Bella: [screams] "Aiee!" "Shut up, keep stripping… Don't you remember the punishments you earned?"
Bella looks at Brenda but gets no help. Keeps going, lowering and removing skirt, with lifting the heavy iron balls when floor is reached, necessary.
Gerry says, "All right, you can lick her belly now, save her pussy for me, though…"
Brenda licks all over Bella's slightly-protuberant belly, Gerry puts a large clamp on her navel.
Bella: "Uh, no!"
"But yes!" says Gerry.
Bella noticeably wincing, pushes down her panties. "I can't get them off."
Brenda: "We'll help Bella, won't we?"
Gerry nods and they scrunch down, both lift the iron balls as Bella moves off her scanties.
Bella thinks momentarily that while the two masked bank-bandits were hunkered down at her feet, She ‘could kick them each in the face, knock their heads together, and run for it'… but she would not get far with those cannonballs chained to her feet. Her face-kicks would be weaker with the snubbing effect of those half-foot chains, too…'And who knows if they have more guns, though they threw two away'…
Gerry removes her own clothes showing respectable 37B/C boobs– while Brenda's breasts are 35B/C and Gerry's putting on a dildo-belt contraption?
Brenda says, "It's part of why we're outlaws, we can't wear off-the-rack bras."
Gerry [yanks into kitchen, a heavy mate's chair, sits lubing her Strap-On]: "Now we'll eat you up."
Bella says "Please I'm not… even a Bi-sexual… I'm a straight heterosexual."
"Very well, we'll start slow." Gerry pats her lap: Bella sits yells, "Ohhhh!" as Strap-On forced into her.
While Gerry enters her from behind, saying "Now you work her sweet face and great tits, while I pump our nice chickadee…"
Brenda sits on top of Bella, making a triple-decker and driving the rest of the dildo into the blonde. "Ooofff!"
Kissing open-mouthed with tongue-flicks at same time: Gerry pumps up and is clitorally-stimulated by the small dildo-like appendage pointing back toward her. "Can I take off her tit-clamps?" Asks Brenda.
Gerry [huffing and puffing] …"No, work around them… Bella gets her desserts, aren't you, Baby-Cakes?"
Bella: [Getting very excited in spite of herself] "I wish I were with a man, any man… instead… I'm sorry…"
Gerry [annoyed] "Go ahead with her next punishment, the clit-clamp!"
Brenda licks, applies it saying, "So-o-o sorry, Bella…"
Bella's scream "Aieee!" bounces off walls this time.
"Gag her!" "…Argghh!" Gerry has an orgasm!
After fitting the stiff, huge ball-gag strapped around Bella's head, so does Brenda! "Argghh!"
Gerry: "Let's get her caught up… on getting-off…" They get out from over and under and through their victim and Brenda kneels in front of the chair, while Gerry unclamps all three, on Bella's boobs and clit, – causing sizzling, returning-circulation-hurts – Mixed pleasure and pain overcomes Bella! Gerry kisses her mouth, boobs and all around her neck, ears, face and upper chest: "Argghh!" Their joint efforts pay off!
Gerry asks: "How does our guest taste?"
"I'm in love!" Squeals the little Brenda!
Chapter 3: "Punishment"
Bank-manager Bella sifts through the paperwork and announces, "You have fifteen thousand in blank traveler's checks that are good as gold, and there's another fifteen thousand in those bearer-bonds, six nominated at twenty-five hundred each. The other checks and the stocks you probably can't do anything with, and it's too bad, because that's worth as much."
Brenda: "How do we get money out of our good stuff, Bella?"
Bella: [Thinking of her own problem's solution]: "If I was released, I could cash them all in at the bank, and you could rendezvous with me and pick up the cash?"
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