The Robbery · Bound 2 · Part 2

The Robbery · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Gerry: "Right, and the FBI would probably close in on us immediately at that point!" [Laughs] "No, you're going to have to do better than that: You can have the money taken out as a ransom and we give you back, to some assistant, if you have one? Or leave you on the street near the bank… We could have you scream on a tape and play it for them! You still owe us a couple of punishments."

Bella: "No! What about those clamps I put up with?"

Brenda: "Yeah, Ger, Bella's already had two!"

Gerry: "I only count a half of one, but I'll be a sport and say it was one punishment!"

Brenda: "We could maybe try our ‘Dyne-Sizzler'?"

Gerry: "With the locking corset! That way, Bella could go to the bank and we would control her!"

Bella: "I don't understand at all… What is all this?"

Gerry: "We'll show you ‘cause it's easier than explaining, but you won't worry about anything…"

Bella is dragged into the living-room and laid down on the couch. First licking erect, nipples, both cunt-lips, her handily-outstanding, well-developed clitoris: A bunch of clamps with mini-locks are put on her and two more electrodes with locking clamps go to her asshole and into her cunt itself. All run by a wireless-remote: Very uncomfortable, a suit of armor especially when a locking-corset is added over all.

Gerry: [Holding remote.] "Shocks were much too much for us, even five minutes on "Very-High," because we both tried it and nearly had to have the doctor. Now I see only two minutes at "Very-High" is prescribed, but we're going to try "Medium" on you because it says forty-five minutes is all right at "Medium." You should be able to exchange the checks and bonds for money in fifteen minutes, right?"

Brenda: "What if there's a line?"

Gerry: "Don't be stupid, Bella-Slut is the boss, she can go right to the vault if she wants, correct, Slut?"

Bella: [Clamps bite worse than before, with locked, tight corset over them.] "Please trust me without the electrodes. I'll be good. You don't know… bonds take a notarized signature, that's six signings, the traveler's checks have to be registered to the bank and stamped… about a hundred and fifty stampings."

Brenda: "…But the bank has a notary and a stamp, right? Who's the notary? Is he around today…?"

Bella admits sadly that, she is herself ‘the notary and that it can be done in five or ten minutes, each, or fifteen to twenty minutes all told …if… everything went perfectly, nobody or nothing got in her way.'

Gerry turns on the remote and Bella screams, "No, take them off, they're burning me something awful!" Hops around jouncing shackled ankle-cannonballs: Trips on her own chains and falls heavily on her butt.

Brenda says, "Can we go down, perhaps one click from that setting?"

Gerry reduces the setting to "Medium-Low." "And that is all I'm going down on this…I'm being way too easy on you, Blondie-Slut!" Pokes her in boob but because of corset finger slips off: Is only half a poke…

Brenda: "Let's all get dressed and get it over with as soon as we can. O. K. to trash all the rest of this paper?" Bundling up the other checks and stocks and shoving valuable commercial-paper mass in a bag.

Gerry grabs bag, says she'll get rid of it in an incinerator. "That's stuff's dangerous, because it'll lead from the bank to us if we're near it." Blindfolds Bella. Gerry and Brenda take off domino masks and wigs, showing that their in-between butterscotchy-hair: Call Brenda a ‘dark blonde' and Gerry, ‘light-brownette'. Bella sightless: All have lunch first mostly Swiss-cheese sandwiches potato chips and drinks.

When they are all in the car near the bank, both re-mask and wig-up, releasing Bella of her blindfold: Gerry stops a block away and Brenda lets out still-"Medium-Low"-zapped Bella. Out window, "Come back with the dough right away, lovely Bella, and we'll unlock you and even give you a cut of the cash."

Bella [zinging all-over from the auto-zapping to her most-sensitive spots] says, ‘Thanks but no thanks.'

Brenda asks if Gerry ‘Thinks that they're taking too big a risk: With a hacksaw or a file, Bella could be free in a little while.'

Gerry says she ‘Thought of that and it'd take at least twenty-five minutes.' "She doesn't know where we live or our address. We'd have to get a new car, but we can afford that now. I'll turn her back up to "Medium" in fifteen minutes…[with sinister chuckle, heh, heh] …Bella won't be able to think after that."

Chapter 4: "Bank"

Bella doesn't intend for the checks to go through, but the FBI men and the cops both think they have a much better chance of catching them if they do, so she's convinced to get the cash, bring it back to the thieves. FBI want to have their expert electronics-man test her electrodes, so they can trace the signal. Bella hesitates, saying, "It's all under a locking corset and attached to the most intimate, sensitive parts of me." The FBI man says "Pick one or two, and we'll run with… your least-embarrassing private parts."

At the same time, Bella gives the Teller and a Cop all the checks and bonds to cash, in case she needs it.

Bella says her nipples have electrodes attached, that those might be the most accessible.

The FBI man and his geek – with some wires to a black box and a laptop, take her in a small back room and she begins peeling. Both men are astounded by her black-plastic cat-suited, fantastically-developed chest, but try to push their eyeballs back in, gulping madly. The black-plastic cat-suit corset has a small padlock keeping the zipper-ring up to her very-deep cleavage which lock, FBI man attacks with hacksaw.

"Be careful." Says half-disrobed, corseted, spectacular-36D-bosomed Bella in flat, mumbling tone.

"I will: It'll be only a minute." He promises while her nipples and sensitive spots are burning. "All right!" The lock is cut through. "I'm going to have to take this off now." Drawing ring down zipper, he exposes both Bella's nipple-clamped and wired, terrific-looking D-tits. "I'm sorry but it's necessary…"

He turns to the geek, who comes closer and sweating, bends down to within an inch of Bella's boobs, wraps a wire around each of Bella's nipple-clamps where the electrode is attached: Does it to her other boob. Goes over and taps on the computer keyboard.

Suddenly her wires-heat heightens, and Bella says, "I don't know why, but everything is burning me twice as bad…It‘s a killer! …They've turned their remote up to "Medium"?"

Bella sits down hard, and says [with a catch in her voice], "I'm …going to have to …give them …the cash."

FBI man looks at computer screen over geek's shoulder, "If you could only wait a couple of minutes…"

Bella [detaching wires, pulling up her corset ring-zipper]: "I can't…" Closing her blouse and rushes out.

Running by the desk where the Cop and the Teller are stacking the money, she asks: "How is it, did it go? Is it all here?"

Teller says, "That's all of it, thirty thousand."

Bella grabs it and stuffs it in her purse. Her heat heightens pulsing and throbbing all through even more!

"We'll be right behind you." Cop signals to plainclothesman near door, who waves to a detective car.

Bella exits. ‘My pussy is exploding and my ass… it's indescribable, that… sparking and surging sharpness! My worst dentist-visit can't compare…"

Out on the street, the flashes aggravate: Has to stop and lean on a mailbox. Pounding waves from her boobs to her clit mix pleasure with pain, and the surge seems to change to attacking her cunt-lips clips, "Zapp!", her asshole "Whap!" and inside-her-cunt-, "Blam!" -electrodes, sharply flaring-up a pure-white-hot torment. …Weakness buckles Bella's knees as wild sparks flow through, wringing each, every nerve.

Slips off the mailbox on the ground. Lying there, palpitating, ‘I'm dying right here in front of my bank, on a dirty sidewalk, an old bum: Bums feel bites, wallops, all over, like this? No wonder they're homeless!'

Gerry and Brenda in the car, parked on a one-way side-street. Brenda puzzled and worried, cranes her neck to peer out, says, "Bella's lying on the ground outside the bank, flinching like she's having a fit!"

Gerry says, "I put it up to "Medium-High" – …perhaps it was excessive for her, since she's a newbie." Turns off remote. [Looks to Brenda regretfully.] "…Taking another chance… turning it off…"

Brenda opens the car door for a better view, sees: Bella pulling herself up by grabbing the mailbox, yanking the door down and falling halfway, to one knee: Looks quickly, crosses the street weaving like a drunk, in their direction: "She's stumbling this way, now… Some car's trying to follow but they can't because of the wrong-way, one-way…They're parking and getting out… I think they're cops!… Coming!"

Gerry thinks in most cases like this, why risk it: They've got nearly thirty thousand? It's so close, though, and Bella is a quarter-block ahead of the cops and practically in their laps! "Leap out, push her in here, now!"

Brenda does get out and the two cops yell, "Stop or we'll shoot!" Pushing Bella inside and leaping in after, Brenda bounces atop the soft, billowing, blonde Bella, quips: "We've got to quit meeting like this!"

…Brenda says, "You know, I think I'm hit."

Gerry speeds away, the cops shoot at them but miss: They run back to their car. "Bella, did you get it?"

"I did: All of it. But Brenda's bleeding…"

Gerry says, while turning on two wheels with screeches, "Bren, honey, are you bad or what?"

Brenda [ghostly voice]: "I'll be O. K. Want to go home, that's all…" [Whispers] "Kiss me goodbye, Bella?"

Chapter 5: "Waterfront"

Gerry asks, "Bella, can you tell where's Bren's hit?"

Bella says, "Since the blood's running down my cleavage, I'd say her neck…"

Gerry whips the car around and Brenda murmurs, "A little less-forceful on the turns, if you please?"

"I'm trying to lose those jerks who shot you, Sweetheart, and I've thought of a doctor for you, too."

Gerry does lose the cops by racing toward an opening-up bridge, ignoring a flashing STOP-warning, under a falling gate, peaking over the half-car-length opening-bridge gap, slamming down "Crash!" on other side, pitching both Bella and Bren on car floor in pile. "Ooh it was too much!"

"I hurt, too, Baby…"

In back, gripes, moans… Turns the car more slowly under bridge in dark area, stops. Gets out, knocks.

"Doc Hawkings there?"

"Who wants him?"

"Says it's Gerry and Brenda. – He'll know us!"

The steps recede and after a muttered discussion, the door opens. A middle-aged man in a soiled white coat appears in the doorway.

"Long time no see, Gerry… Got trouble?"

"It's Bren, she's been shot. …In the back seat… I think it's serious."

"Are you well fixed for dough now? How does three hundred sound?"

"If you can fix her up, it's well worth it!"

Hawkings says in lilting voice, "I see I left dough on the table again, what about a bonus of another hundred afterwards and I'll throw in a follow-up visit?"

"O. K., O. K."

The mysterious doctor goes back in: Reappearing, carrying a large, stick-like object. They go together, bring Brenda over to the door on a stretcher. "How come the masks and wigs? Well, never mind."

…[Seeing Bella maneuver out of backseat, man is discomforted.] "Who's this lovely lady? Can you keep your mouth shut about all this, Miss? …I don't know you?"

Bella says, ‘To do what he has to do …and there won't be any repercussions' from her.

Says he after a quick exam, "The bullet tore side out of her neck, but could be worse… She'll make it, possibly needs a transfusion. Could be another fifty to seventy-five extra, depending on how many pints of blood we need… You know this'll leave a scar which a Plastic-Surgery consultant, friend of mine, would be willing to fix for a reasonable price…"

At home, masked and wigged Brenda wears a bandage around her neck and lies on the couch, asleep. Bella, wearing the shackled balls on her ankles, sits at the coffee table.

"You have the nearly-sixty grand now. You don't need me any more. Why are you still keeping me, Gerry?"

Gerry says, "We'd like to leave town but can't until Bren is better, and we are going to have to have another car, so you can help with all this."

Bella [irritated] says "You have to buy a car and you have to get out of town. I'm not in this. I'm a hostage, not an accomplice or gang-member. I did what I had to, and you're to let me go. Now."

Gerry asks, "Will you watch Bren for me while I buy the new car? And forget you ever saw it?"

Bella [happy] "Sure I can do that! When are you going, right away?"

Gerry says, "If only I thought you wouldn't get away… It could be the biggest mistake I ever make! Wait a minute, I'll rig up your transponders again."

Bella groans, "Please, don't do that to me."

Attempts escape: Gerry slaps face, punches belly, ending struggles to control Bella-breathes hard-says, "[Puff, puff] Don't try to fight with me: You're a big girl, but we're in the violence-business…"

Stripped, licked in all her near-perfect intimate spots: all her tits, large reddish aureoles, pink nipples, face and neck, and clit, cunt, thighs, with laughs, and the same seven places as before clamped to electrodes or with electrodes poked-in and taped-onto ass and pussy.

‘Might as well': Gag, blindfold, corseted, and zip-tied. Gerry turns on the remote "Very-Low."

[Moans comes from behind the gag of the Bella-bundle.]

Gerry: "Good. You'd make a great Slave-Slut if you trained. You are a bit overweight, but that's a really nice figure you've got…" [Runs her hands over plastic-encased breasts, waist, hips, under bottom, down both the insides and the outsides of Bella's slightly-overly, long, curvy, white thighs.] [Heh, heh-chuckles.] "…You can't do much, so I'm leaving Bren at Hawkings, while I shop for the car. Perhaps I can have his Consultant-Plastic Surgeon estimate Brenda's neck: I'd like it to be smooth like before…" [Ha, ha-laugh]. "With any luck at all, you'll be free tomorrow…" Takes stacks of money, drops it in purse. Wakes Brenda, removes both their masks and wigs, leads her sleepily to the front door.

Brenda: "…Where we goin'?"

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