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The Holdup

By: MicheleNylons



At midday, Michele Bouvier flipped the sign on the glass entrance door of the small bank in which she worked from 'Open' to 'Closed'; she closed the vertical blinds and smiled to herself. The weekend was only hours away.

The Litton Farmer's Bank served the citizens Litton, a small Southern farming community, and it closed at 12:00 on the last Friday of the month so that the staff could balance the books, clean the public areas and offices, and be ready to open again on Monday morning. The staff of the Litton Framer's Bank consisted of three women and one man.

Michele Bouvier was the Assistant Manger; she was in her mid fifties and divorced; she was a little plump, but she had an attractive face and good legs. Jeanette Hathcock was a married woman in her thirties; she was well-built and good-looking and her husband was three drinks away from full-blown alcoholism. Nadine Munner, at eighteen, was the youngest staff member. She was slim, pretty and naïve; she regularly attended the Litton Baptist Church and was saving her virtue for her wedding day.

The Manager of the Litton Farmer's Bank was Abbot Balfour, a fat balding man with piggy eyes in his early sixties who was prone to sweat even when the air conditioning was cranked up to maximum. Abbot was not at the bank; as had been his routine for many years, at midday on the last Friday of the month he was flying the last leg of a round trip to Kansas City and his plane was due to land at the Litton regional airport at four in the afternoon. He planned to arrive at the bank before five so that he could finish his business, dismiss the staff for the weekend and go home and settle down with a bottle of Wild Turkey and study the new stroke magazines he had acquired in KC which he had ferreted away in his luggage.

Also ferreted away in his luggage was one million dollars cash that he was bringing to Litton to launder through the bank. Only he and Michele Bouvier were aware that the Litton Farmer's Bank was a front for the Kansas City mob; in the mid nineteen-seventies the bank was facing financial disaster, then two members of the Civella crime family came to Litton and made Abbot Balfour an offer he couldn't refuse. 

And so the Litton Farmer's Bank remained solvent and profitable; farmers got their loans, investors got good returns and, with the exception of Abbot Balfour and Michele Bouvier, who Abbot had to bring into the scam because in her position as Assistant Manager she had access to most of banks financial records, no one in Litton was aware that their little town bank laundered millions of dollars a year for the mob.

Abbot had hoped that sharing this secret with the then recently divorced Michele Bouvier would wind up with them also sharing a bed; but Michele made Abbot acutely aware that she had no interest in him outside of work. So Abbot, being the lazy sloth that he was, gave up on finding true romance and devoted his personal life to the pursuits of good bourbon whisky, fried chicken and hardcore pornography. Abbot liked young girls and during his monthly visits to KC he would seek out the youngest prostitute he could find and spend the evening sweating over her, sticking his stubby appendage into every hole that the girl would allow him to.

Abbot mopped the sweat from his brow and finished his drink. He hated being forced to squeeze his large frame into the tiny seat on the commuter plane and desperately wanted to order another bourbon on the rocks but the pretty young stewardess, he refused to call them flight attendants, was sitting in the jump seat facing him and reading a magazine. Now normally Abbot Balfour wouldn't think twice about compelling the stewardess to put down her magazine and bring him a drink but, engrossed in her magazine, the pretty young hostess had allowed her legs to open slightly and reward Abbot Balfour with a view that inspired his stubby little cock to become fully erect in his tight suit pants.

As Abbot Balfour studied the sheen on the sheer tan pantyhose encasing the well-formed thighs of the pretty stewardess, two desperate men were getting into a car in the parking lot of the Litton Motor Inn.

Steve McDonald and Ray Sullivan had finished their sentences in Leavenworth Penitentiary on the same day and upon release had jumped parole and had driven directly from Kansas to Litton in a stolen car stopping only for gas, cigarettes and take out meals. In Leavenworth they had befriended a member of the Civella crime gang who had fallen out with the bosses and was looking to ensure his financial security for when he was eventually released. He knew about the Litton Farmer's Bank scam and had even been to the bank on a few occasions; sent there to arrange currency transfers. He had spent quite a few hours in the office of Abbot Balfour and, being a professional criminal, had cased the bank.

He briefed Steve and Ray about the layout of the bank, the security systems and cameras and most importantly on the arrangement whereby the bank closed at midday on the last Friday of the month so that the Manager, who had just flown in from KC, could stash the mob's money in the vault and manipulate the bank records accordingly.

They hatched a simple plan. Steve and Ray would keep a low profile until the bank closed on Friday and then they would gain access to the bank and keep the staff hostage until the Manger returned with the cash. They would force the Manager to open the vault and take not only the money that the Manager had bought down from KC, but all of the cash in the vault as well. The staff always remained in the locked bank until after 5pm on the last Friday of the month so they should not be disturbed by friends or relatives of the staff. They would lock the staff in the vault and get as far away from Litton as possible; then they would drive to the Florida Keys where a boat was waiting to take them to the Cayman Islands. Once there, the money would be divided equally and deposited into three separate numbered accounts.

Steve and Ray sat in their car across from the Litton Farmer's Bank and watched Michele Bouvier flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed', and close the blinds on the main entrance door, and smiled at each other. A few seconds later Nadine Munner exited the bank and walked past their nondescript Ford on her way to the luncheonette to pick up the lunches for the three bank staff.

Steve scrutinized her trim figure and tight ass as she sashayed down the sidewalk on her high-heels.

"Fuck; I'd like to help myself to some of that!" he said to Ray, who was looking at the girl with equal intensity.

"Well we got some time to kill before the fat bastard arrives with our money," Ray replied, smiling evilly.

The women employees of the Litton Farmer's Bank adhered to a strict dress code. They wore navy-blue skirts, white blouses, flesh-toned hosiery and black pumps. In winter they wore matching navy-blue jackets. Being good Southern girls they were elegantly coiffured and wore heavy makeup and lots of jewellery; they left behind trails of exotic perfume as they strutted around the bank attending to business.

Michele Bouvier had asked Abbot to relax the dress code to allow the women to wear slacks but Abbot had steadfastly refused. Although the bank was small and was only a single branch; the bank staff should display the necessary appearance of decorum and propriety he had argued. Both he and Michele knew that the real reason was that Abbot liked to sit behind the big desk of his glass-walled office and ogle his female staff.

She had once caught him slyly masturbating under his desk as he watched Nadine Munner squatting down next to a filing cabinet arranging the files in the bottom drawer. Engrossed in her task, her skirt had ridden up and her knees had opened immodestly, giving Abbot a clear view of her pretty pink panties through the gusset of her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. Abbot was sweating profusely behind his desk and Michele had seen the unmistakeable arm movements of a man pleasuring himself.

She had taken Nadine aside and lectured her about modesty; she had not mentioned what she saw the Bank Manager doing, but Nadine was shocked that she had put her underwear on display. Nadine was a good Christian and prided herself on her decorum and modesty. She was naïve but not stupid; she knew that evil men and wanton women engaged in lechery and conduct that rightly belonged only in the marriage-bed, but Nadine strived to present herself to the world with demureness and respectability and she abhorred lust and sin in all its forms.

Steve and Ray watched Nadine return to the bank from the luncheonette, carrying sacks of sandwiches and paper cups of soda on a cardboard tray. As she rapped on the door to the bank the two criminals swiftly got out of the car each holding a small carrier bag. They quickly positioned themselves on either side of and behind Nadine Munner, just out of her line of sight, and when Michele Bouvier opened the door they pushed Nadine Munner through the doorway and squeezed in behind her. As Nadine tripped over her heels and slid headlong across the polished floor spilling soda and sandwiches, Steve levelled his pistol at Michele Bouvier and Ray closed and locked the door behind them, ensuring the blinds remained fully closed.

"This is a robbery! Everyone get face down on the floor! Anyone touches the alarm and I'll fucking shoot them!" Steve yelled.

Ray rummaged around in his carrier bag and took out a can of spray paint. He went around the small bank and sprayed black paint on the lenses of the security cameras and then located the 'panic buttons' under the teller's counter and in the Manger's office. He fitted pre-manufactured plastic covers over the buttons with strong double-sided adhesive tape so that no one could purposely or inadvertently activate the alarm system.

Michele Bouvier lay prone on the floor just inside the entrance door, Nadine Munner lay face down in a puddle of Coca-Cola whimpering and shaking with fear and praying to God to protect her, Jeanette Hathcock lay on the floor behind the counter. Jeanette was not praying for protection; she was regretting that may die today without the pleasure of divorcing or killing her drunken, abusive husband before she went.

"Ok; get up; put your hands on your heads, and join your friend on the floor behind that counter," Steve said to Michele and Nadine.

As the women complied, Ray ensured that all of the blinds on the windows were securely closed; he checked the rear entrance was locked and then checked the staff bathroom to make sure it was clear. Then he joined Steve who was standing over the three prone women pointing his gun at them.

Both bank robbers stared at the women lying on the floor; their asses: Nadine's trim and tight, Jeanette's curved and taut, Michele's plump and rounded; stretched the material of their navy-blue skirts. All three wore varying shades of flesh-toned pantyhose and black high-heels. Their exotic perfume mingled with the smell of fear and wafted up from their prone bodies.

Neither of the men had had sex with a woman for over five years and because they had skipped parole as soon as they were released from jail they had refrained from seeking the pleasure of a woman's company to mitigate the chance of being captured. Now they had three sexy women all to themselves for the next three or so hours.

They forced themselves to take their eyes off the bodies of the women and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Who's going first?" Ray asked.

"You go; I'll watch these two, but if you fuck her in the Manager's office I can watch that too," Steve smiled.

"I want the young one," Ray said.

"Sure; help yourself; I like mine with a bit more meat on them anyway," Steve grinned.

The woman could hear the robbers talking and stated to shake with fear and cry.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"We are going to be here for quite a while ladies and our intention is to leave everyone alive and unharmed when we leave. But if you fuck around, scream, or try to escape I'll execute every last fucking one of you!" Steve snarled.

"I wanna show first!" Ray grinned.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked; intrigued by his partner's suggestion.

"Watch," Ray relied.

"Get on your feet ladies," he ordered and the three women struggled to their feet and stood side by side, heads bowed.

"Lift your heads!"

Ray put his fingers under Nadine Munner's chin and lifted her face; the other two women complied.

"Pretty," Ray smiled at the look of revulsion on Nadine's face.

"Now lift your skirts!" 

All three women gasped with surprise and disgust at Ray's command. None of them moved and Nadine dared speak out.

"This behaviour is sinful and god will punish you for it!" she spat.

"Well I believe God helps them that helps themselves," Ray laughed and pointed the muzzle of his pistol at Michele Bouvier's forehead. 

"Now ladies get them skirts up or this old lady is going to lose her brains."

Michele reached down and took the hem of her skirt in her hands.

"Do what he says you silly girl; I don't want to get shot because of your modesty!" she spat at Nadine.

Jeanette Hathcock leaned down and took the hem of her skirt in her hands and looked accusingly at Nadine.

"You'll go to hell for this," Nadine whimpered but she too reached down and took the hem of her navy-blue skirt in her fingers.

"Shut the fuck up and show us your squirrel-covers," Ray laughed.

The three women slowly lifted their skirts and Ray and Steve watched appreciatively as the hems of the three navy-blue skirts crept up the legs of their three captives. Michele Bouvier's legs were thick but well defined, proportional to her large frame. She wore tan thigh-high hold-up stockings and the lace trimmed elasticised welts dug into the white flesh of her thick thighs. She hesitantly raised her skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband.

Jeanette Hathcock's legs were sleek, long and encased in high-sheen, taupe nylons, which, as the hem of her skirt crept up her thighs, turned out to be control-top pantyhose. The dark reinforced bands of the control-top began halfway up her thighs and the gusset of her hosiery disappeared under a pair of lace trimmed nylon boy-leg panties. Jeanette wore her panties over her pantyhose, unlike the other two women.

Nadine took the longest to lift her skirt and Ray was getting impatient and waved the gun in her face to hurry her along. She tentatively lifted the hem of her skirt revealing tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and little white nylon panties with pictures of pussycats on them.

"Cute," Ray laughed when Nadine's girly panties came into view.

"Ok ladies; let's get introduced," Steve said smiling at the three woman standing there holding their skirts up above their waists.

Ray stood in front of each of the women as they sounded off.

"Michele Bouvier."

She was heavy but well proportioned and her attractive face was heavily made up with dark mascaraed eyes, rouged cheeks and ruby red lips. Her face was framed by a brunette bob with burgundy highlights through it. She had large soft breasts that thrust out the front of her white satin blouse. Not his type but he knew Steve had a penchant for mature women.

"Jeanette Hathcock."

She probably had the best figure of the three; nice firm tits under a white cotton blouse, curvy body and taut ass. She too wore heavy makeup, black mascara, blue eyeshadow, rouge, and blood-red lipstick. Her jet-black hair rested on her shoulders.

"Nadine Munner."

'A young one; still in her teens,' Ray thought. She was slim; almost skinny and had a tight ass and small tits under her sheer white nylon blouse. Ray smiled to himself as he caught a glimpse of the pussycat pattern on her bra, matching the pattern on her panties. She was wearing lots of makeup but not as much as the other women. She wore less eye makeup and her cheeks were only slightly rouged; she wore glossy pink lipstick. She had long blonde hair which had been teased out.

"Ok ladies, drop em," Ray said and the relieved women dropped the hems of their skirts and smoothed out the wrinkles.

"Ms Bouvier and Ms Hathcock; you can get back down on the floor. Nadine you stand right there," Ray said, and the women complied.

The women sobbed quietly as Steve took a roll of heavy duty tape out of his bag and taped Michele and Jeanette's hands behind their backs. After he taped Jeanette Hathcock's hands he ran his hand up her legs and under her skirt and squeezed her buttocks through her nylon panties. His cock was hard inside his jeans and he could hardly wait for Ray to finish with Nadine so he could have some fun with this woman.

Jeanette felt Steve's calloused hand slide up her legs, rasping on her pantyhose, and then disappear under her skirt and fondle her buttocks through her panties. Her husband hadn't touched her that way in years; he was quite content to get drunk and give her a good slapping if he felt she had slighted him, and despite the revulsion she felt at being molested by the bank robber she had to admit she felt a tingle of excitement when he squeezed her ass.

Steve picked up one of the sacks of sandwiches that Nadine had dropped when they burst into the bank and sat down on a desk behind the teller's counter where he could keep a close eye on the two women on the floor and still see what Ray was up to in the Manager's office.

He watched Ray lead Nadine Munner into the glass-walled Manager's office and bit into his sandwich.

Ray had taken Nadine by the hand and dragged her into the office; her heels slipping on the polished floor. She sobbed and balked; but when Ray waved his gun in her face she became compliant. Ray wanted to spend some time getting to know the girl but he knew that he was already close to coming and he desperately wanted to fuck this pretty young thing. Later he would make her suck his cock and kiss and fondle her but for now he needed release.

Ray unceremoniously pushed Nadine face down over the bank Manager's desk and positioned himself behind her. The girl was whimpering and at first Ray thought she was talking gibberish but then he realised she was praying. Ray laughed and kicked her feet as far apart as the hem of her tight skirt would allow.

"Please don't do this; I'm saving myself for marriage," she begged.

It was probably the worst thing she could have said to Ray who had always wanted to take the cherry of a virgin. He was getting really excited now.

"Hot Damn!" he groaned and pushed the bulge in the front of his pants hard against Nadine's tight ass.

He opened his flies and extracted his long thick erection and rubbed it against Nadine's ass leaving little silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid on the navy-blue material of her skirt. Nadine bucked and shook on her heels as she felt the disgusting appendage chafe against her heinie.

Ray was in a hurry and he reached down and took hold of the hem of Nadine's skirt and rucked it up her legs and ass, bunching it around her waist. Nadine sobbed as she felt the cool air on her exposed thighs and buttocks. It was not supposed to be this way; she was saving her virginity for her wedding night when her husband would gently and lovingly deflower her. She was not supposed to be bent over a desk and raped by a wicked criminal. Why had God abandoned her?

She sobbed and prayed at the same time, asking all of the saints in heaven to save her. Ray didn't give a shit about her pleas and prayers; he just needed a fuck.

"Please don't do this mister," Nadine pleaded.

"Shut up bitch or I'll tape your mouth," Ray grunted in response.

He took handful of the gusset of Nadine's pantyhose and a hole in it. Only her pretty nylon panties with the cute pussycat pattern on them protected her virgin pussy from his rampant cock.


The Holdup Ch. 02



(Please read art I before continuing)

Abbot Balfour was still studying the sheen of the sheer tan pantyhose encasing the well-formed thighs of the pretty stewardess when she reached for the intercom microphone. This caused her skirt to open wider and Abbot's cock flinched as he took in an eyeful of the young woman's pristine white nylon panties which she wore over her pantyhose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying Southern States Airlines; we have made good time and will be landing forty-five minutes ahead of schedule in fifteen minutes. Please help us prepare the cabin for landing," she said over the cabin intercom.

The stewardess stood up and began placing items used during the flight in the overhead locker and Abbot, never one to miss a lecherous opportunity, slammed his laptop computer shut and wriggled his fat body out of his seat. The aisle of the small commuter place was narrow and Abbot moved his body behind the hostess under the pretext of returning his laptop to his briefcase, he reached up and pretended he was having difficulty finding his briefcase in the overhead locker. He was able to nestle his erect penis in the crease of the young stewardesses' buttocks and grind his crotch into her ass. She blushed and spun her head around.

"Sir if you sit back down I'll get your briefcase for you," she said, her anger thinly disguised.

Abbot wriggled himself against her ass and through the material of his suit pants and her uniform skirt; he felt his fat stubby cock slide over her panties. The hostess tried to extricate herself from the small space between Abbot and the row of seats but that just excited Abbot further as she struggled against him. The flight attendant had been groped and fondled by experts; and an evil grin crossed her face as she prepared to extricate herself from the situation.

Abbot was breathing in her perfume and enjoying the feeling of his cock dry humping the hostesses ass when he suddenly became aware that the young attendant was wriggling her ass and pushing back against him. He smiled as he realised that the young hussy was enjoying being groped and was responding accordingly. He nearly came as he felt the hostie slide a hand between their bodies and take his cock in her fingers through the material of his trousers. His smile turned to a silent scream, his face turned white and tears ran down his face as excruciating pain racked his body.

The stewardess had reached behind her and stroked Abbot's cock through his pants and then gently cupped his balls. Then she had wrenched them with all her might whilst at the same time driving one of her high-heels into Abbot's foot.

Abbot Balfour collapsed back into his seat, a silent scream of agony painted on his face as he tried to breathe through the pain.

"There, there, sir; let me fasten your seatbelt," the stewardess said sweetly.

She leaned over, purposely giving Abbot a good look at her breasts and a whiff of her perfume as she buckled his seatbelt and then wickedly over-tightened it under his large belly. She patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Ok sir, enjoy the landing. Thanks for flying Southern States," she sang.

The attendant deliberately let her skirt flick up her thigh as she turned in the aisle to see to the rest of her passengers.

Abbot sat silently in his seat until the pain subsided enough for him to think straight. 'Fucking women! Always flirting and teasing; then they complain when a man does what comes natural!' he though to himself. 'Those bitches in the bank were as bad; tight skirts, long legs, big tits, makeup perfume and high-heels! Always teasing him! And that witch Michele Bouvier was the worst of them; one day she was going to get what she had coming!' Abbot Balfour seethed.

By the time Abbot Balfour climbed into a taxi cab at the aircraft arrivals gate, the pain in his balls was reduced to a dull ache. He was horny again and in a hurry to get home so he could fire up the porn DVDs and pour over the stroke magazines he had secreted in his luggage. Abbot collected two forms of hardcore pornography. Both types involved women being abused; usually tied up in bondage, often with scenes of simulated brutality and rape. The women featured in his pornography were either very young or very mature. His cock began to harden as he fired up his cell phone and punched up the number for the bank.

He had decided that his three female staff would have to pay for the indignities he had suffered at the hands of the young hostie. Even though he was in a hurry to get home he would deliberately take his time in the vault concealing the money he had bought in illegally from KC and then find any excuse he could to delay the staff's departure. He would make them suffer before they could begin their, much looked forward to, weekend break. If he could, he would find a reason to get that little filly Nadine Munner up a ladder or on her knees so he could look up her skirt. The little bible-thumper was so naïve that she never realised it when he deliberately gave her job so he could look up her skirt or down her blouse! He sniggered to himself and hit the 'call' button on his cell phone.

Jeanette Hathcock had been lying uncomfortably on the floor listening to the robber's desultory conversation and the quiet sobs of her companions. She knew that Nadine Munner had been raped in the Manager's office and it really came as no surprise to her that the vicious criminals would prey on the pretty young virgin first; but the man she now knew as Steve had masturbated over her prone body and she was well aware that she was an attractive woman and had a good figure for her age. It wouldn't be long before her turn came.

Jeanette Hathcock hated her husband and had had just about enough of his drunkenness and abuse. A good Southern Belle; Jeanette had tried to save her marriage but she knew that it was now beyond saving.

She had heard Nadine's screams during the rape and she decided that she was not going to suffer the same fate. She owed nothing in the way of fidelity to her husband and the way she saw things, anything she could do to get out of this situation alive and with the minimum of pain and humiliation, then the better off she would be. Besides; she had got a decent look at the Steve guy when the robbers first broke in and he didn't look that bad and she did get a little tingle of excitement when he had fondled her ass earlier.

She made up her mind that if one of the men came for her she was going to submit to him provided that what he wanted her to do was not too revolting. She had submitted to some pretty kinky stuff with her worthless husband so why not? She would have to act belligerent when they came for her and make it sound like she was actually being raped. If either of the other women reported that she had willingly participated, her life in Litton would not be worth living. Especially if that scatterbrained, bible-thumping, homecoming-queen, suspected anything. The little bitch would tell the church elders and they would brand her a jezebel.

Not by a long shot were all of the residents of Litton members of the congregation of the Litton Baptist Church; but the town was small enough that gossip spread like wildfire; and it was still a town where a woman's respectability and virtue were held in higher esteem than her abilities or intelligence.

Jeanette could feel Steve's ejaculate cooling and drying on her legs and on her back where it had soaked through her blouse. Her nylon boy-leg panties were still bunched in the crease of her buttocks from where Steve had rubbed his cock on her ass when he cleaned himself on her. She had felt degraded when Steve had done it to her, but it was nothing compared to what her husband had forced her to do during his drunken benders.

She was too ashamed to tell her workmates or friends about the indignities she had suffered during her marriage. There were days when just walking was agony because her husband had abused her with a beer bottle or any other object he thought he could force inside her; usually when he had been unable to maintain an erection, which was often. One night he had made her dress in her old cheerleader uniform and fellate him for hours and he had still been unable to get wood. He had blamed her for his inability to perform; despite the fact that he had drunk a dozen beers and a fifth of bourbon, and her punishment was that she had to masturbate in front of him with a huge vibrating dildo that he had bought home. To her own shame and her husband's amusement she had actually invoked an unwanted orgasm.

When they came for her she was going to be compliant but pretend she was being forced; it was the only way to get through this ordeal she decided.

Meanwhile Michele Bouvier was seething; trussed up on the floor she had been forced to listen to her co-worker being raped while the other robber had performed a disgusting act of self gratification. As the Assistant Manger, Michele was well aware why the bank robbers were waiting for Abbot Balfour's return. She blamed him for their current predicament; these vile men were using the women for their sordid pleasures while they waited for the illicit mob funds to be delivered by Abbot.

Michele had got a good look at both of the men and heard them talk to each other using their first names, Ray and Steve; surely these men must be aware that the Civella Family would not let them get away with their money. Abbot would have to lie to the police when he reported the robbery; but he would certainly report the loss of the Kansas City mob's money directly to the Civella's along with a description and the names of the robbers.

Just then her reverie was broken by the voice of one of the robbers.

"Ok; who's next?" Steve McDonald sniggered.

Michele hoped that being an older lady in her fifties she would not be selected; but she couldn't help opening her mouth.

"You won't get away with this you know?" she hissed.

"You let us worry about that lady; you just want to be thankful that I've decided to let you all live if you behave yourselves. Now where was I?" Steve replied.

"Maybe I should give Miss Munner a little rest because Ray has only just plucked her cherry?" he laughed.

Steve knelt on the floor between the prone bodies of Jeanette Hathcock and Michele Bouvier. They both had nice asses and good legs; the older woman was a bit plumper but Steve was still tempted to ride her. He reached down and lifted the hems of both of the women's skirts so he could get a good look at their thighs and asses. Michele's tan lace trimmed thigh-high hold-up stockings shined in the harsh overhead lights and her red satin full-cut panties were pulled up snug over her ample behind. Jeanette's shapely thighs were accentuated by the dark reinforced bands of her control-top pantyhose and her round ass was silhouetted nicely through her translucent lace trimmed powder-blue nylon boy-leg panties, which she wore loose-fitting over her pantyhose.

Both women began to visibly shake and their sob; but they both knew that begging would not help them.

Steve began to chant "eenie meenie miny moe, catch that monkey by the toe" as he alternatively poked each of the woman in the buttocks with his finger.

"You pig!" Michele spat at the indignity.

Steve ignored her and continued chanting the child's nursery rhyme until he came to the last stanza: "eenie meenie miny moe" and his finger rested on the well-formed buttock of Jeanette Hathcock.

Michele Bouvier gave a wry smile, despite her disgust; at least she had been spared. Jeanette Hathcock set her resolve and began her act.

"Nooooooooooooo!!! Please don't! Please don't! I'm a married woman!" she pleaded.

Steve ignored her pleas and lifted her to her feet by her bound wrists.

"Well being a married woman; it ain't as if Steve's going to do anything to you that you ain't had done to you before," Ray sniggered as he watched Steve lead the struggling woman away to the Manager's office.

Jeanette made a genuine show of struggling and cursing as she was forcefully led to the Manager's office and the other two women's cries increased in sympathy of her fate.

"I'm praying for you Jeanette," Nadine Munner cried out; and Ray hopped out of his seat and kicked the two women in their butts.

"Shut the fuck up!" he jeered; and climbed up on the desk where Steve had sat during the rape of Nadine Munner.

Steve was looking into Jeanette Hathcock's face when Nadine had cried out that she would pray for her; and damn if he didn't see a sarcastic look cross her face. 'This woman is no bible-beater, ' he thought. Then she astonished him by brazenly looking him in the eyes and winking at him!

He held her by the shoulders; her hands still taped behind her back, and took her in. She had a curvy figure with firm tits and under her white cotton blouse he could make out the powder-blue bra which matched her panties. She too wore heavy makeup: black mascara, blue-green eyeshadow, rouge, and blood-red lipstick. Her jet-black hair rested on her shoulders. Jeanette Hathcock stood perfectly still, defiantly staring back at him.

Steve let go of her and lifted her skirt revealing her long, sleek legs encased in the high-sheen taupe pantyhose which darkened halfway up her thighs; the gusset disappeared under her boy-leg panties. Jeanette didn't move and Steve felt his cock begin to harden.

"Stop it! Please stop this now!" Jeanette yelled; but the look of brazen defiance on her face did not change.

Steve was stunned, and then astounded when Jeanette Hathcock leaned forward and kissed him passionately; driving her tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth. She broke the kiss and leaned forward on her tippy-toes so that her lips were next to his ear, enveloping him in a cloud of her luxurious perfume.

"I won't fight; but I have to pretend you're raping me," she whispered and then nipped him on the earlobe.

"Don't! Don't! Leave me alone you pig!" she yelled, smiling up at him.

Then she fell forward against his body and draped her calf around leg and slid the sleek limb up and down his leg, her nylons hissing on the coarse fabric of his jeans. She slid her tongue back into his mouth and kissed him passionately. Steve's cock jerked in his pants; 'hot damn; the bitch wants it!' he thought.

"Whooee!!!" Ray exclaimed as he watched the performance through the glass walled office.

Steve took Jeanette Hathcock by the shoulders and gently broke their embrace. She began to cry out again, putting on a convincing sham.

"You bastard; let me go!" she cried; smiling at Steve as he shucked off his pants, kicked off his shoes and sox and ripped off his shirt.

Steve spun Jeanette around and ripped off the tape binding her wrists and spun her around again and kissed her fervorantly, their tongues intertwining and their bodies grinding together. Jeanette broke the kiss and cried out.

"Stop that you disgusting animal," her hand snaked down the front of his jockey shorts and she took his tumescent member in her fingers.

Jeanette Hathcock had not had satisfying sex for many years and the feel of Steve's long sleek penis throbbing in her fingers was very exciting and she her could feel her vaginal juices begin to flow. Steve responded by hiking up Jeanette's skirt and cupping her pubis through her panties and hose. He could feel the heat and moisture between her legs as he pushed a finger along the seam of her panties, stroking her outer lips. Jeanette Hathcock bit her lip and stifled a moan of pleasure.

She slowly squeezed Steve's rampant penis and shrieked.

"You monster! You'll regret this when my husband catches up with you!"

"Shut up you crazy cunt! Your old man will never catch me and if he does I'll fucking kill him!" Steve replied, smiling into Jeanette's lust-filled eyes.

He reached for her skirt and snatched it from her body; Jeanette felt a shudder of lust ripple through her; she was with a real man for the first time in a long time. She took Steve's hand and pushed it down the waistband of her loose-fitting boy-leg panties and closed her thighs around his fingers. She tugged down his Jockeys and stroked his penis, smearing globules of pre-seminal fluid over the glans; she took his scrotum in her other hand and gently squeezed the hairy sac.

Steve drove his finger into the crotch of Jeanette's pantyhose until his nail snagged at the reinforced nylon gusset and tore a hole; he pushed a finger through the hole and parted her labia. He quickly found the hood of her clitty and flicked at her clitty and kissed her hard, pushing his cock against her sheer-nylon clad thigh. He pushed her back until her ass came to rest against the edge of the Manager's desk and then he put his hands under her ass and lifted her up so that she was perched on the edge of the desk.

"Stop! Stop! Please Stop!" Jeanette panted; but to the experienced ear of Michele Bouvier, her pleas sounded suspiciously like passion rather than revulsion.

Ray was extremely aroused at the performance his partner and Jeanette Hathcock were putting on for him and he had already freed his cock from his pants and was stroking it vigorously when he decided there was no need to indulge in self gratification when he had a pretty young girl available for his use.

He dropped to the floor, kicked off his pants and then leaned down and grabbed Nadine Munner by the hair.

"Ups-a-daisy!" he said as he dragged her to her feet, her face screwed up in pain and her heels skittered on the polished floor.

She opened her mouth to scream but Ray was in no mood for shenanigans. He picked up his pistol off the desk and when Nadine opened her mouth to scream he jammed it in her mouth. Her teeth cracked on the steel barrel and the taste of gun oil stung her tongue.

"You can either suck on this or me!" Ray snarled, forcing the barrel of the weapon further into her mouth.

Nadine gagged; and nodded her head vigorously. She had never been so scared in her life and she peed her pants; trickles of warm piss ran down her thighs, darkening her nylons. Ray grinned malevolently and slid the gun out of her mouth. He jammed it in her ribs and pulled her close to him and crushed his lips against hers.

When she wouldn't submit he pulled back the hammer on the gun and jammed it harder against her ribcage. Nadine had heard the sound of a weapon being cocked many times and she realised that she could do nothing but comply. She silently sobbed as she opened her mouth and let the robber's rancid tongue invade her sweet mouth.

Ray kissed her for a while, taking great pleasure in her futile struggles as her body wriggled against his hard cock. He slipped it between her thighs and as a reflex action Nadine Munner slammed her legs closed around it. Ray humped her piss-wet silken thighs until Nadine realised her mistake and opened her legs; but this was a worse mistake because Ray Sullivan was now able to rub his cock on her satin pantied pubic mound. After a minute of dry humping the struggling young girl for awhile Ray wanted more.

He pushed her body slightly away from his and hopped back on the desk; so that he was sitting with his legs apart on the edge of the desk. He pulled Nadine Munner's face down into his lap and bought the pistol to her temple.

"Now I'm sure even a good little Christian girl like yourself knows what to do here," he scowled.

"But just let me warn you if your teeth even scratch my cock, your brains will be on the wall behind you before you get a chance to finish biting me," he warned.

Nadine Munner resigned herself to her fate and nodded her head. As soon as she started to nod Ray pushed her face into his groin. Ray's penis and crotch smelt like stale piss, dried semen, and another musky smell that Nadine Munner realised with distraught was the residue of her own vaginal secretions which she had left on his penis when he had raped her. Her eyes were screwed shut but she forced herself to open them and for the first time in her life she looked at an engorged male penis.




The Holdup Ch. 02



It was long and thick; purple veins ran along the shaft and the pink glans leaked clear droplets of pre-seminal fluid. Ray pushed up with his hips and pushed down on the back of her head and mashed the muzzle of his pistol into her temple. Reluctantly Nadine Munner opened her mouth and Ray's bloated member slid over her lips and tongue. He humped at her face, stifling her sobs as her lips clamped down on his cock in a reflex action.

Steve's cock was leaving snails-trials of pre-come on Jeanette's Hathcock's control-top pantyhose and she could feel the heat of his member as it snaked through the leg-opening of her panties, up her thigh and tantalisingly close to her mound. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him as she bucked against the fingers he had buried in her cunt. She pulled her face away from his and Steve looked into her sexy face; her makeup mussed and her lipstick smeared around her mouth.

"Please! Please! Please!" she cried; pretending she was begging for him to stop; but her eyes betrayed that what she really wanted was for him to take her quickly.

She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pantyhose in order to pull them down over her hips so that Steve could access her sopping cunt. Steve grabbed her wrists and stopped her, pulling her face close to his. He whispered into her ear.

"Leave them on; I haven't touched a woman dressed like this for years and it feels so sexy," he panted.

Jeanette nodded and her fingers scrambled around the desk until they found what she was looking for; Abbot Balfour's ivory-handled letter opener. It was the moment of truth! She could either thrust the letter opener into Steve McDonald's body and try to escape or she could submit to her desires.

She held the letter opener up for Steve to see; the stainless steel blade shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Steve looked at it and then into Jeanette's pretty, heavy-mascaraed eyes and she smiled wantonly and lowered the object to her crotch where she pulled her panties to one side and slid the letter opener into the hole Steve had made in her pantyhose and tore out the rest of the cotton-reinforced gusset.

She dropped the letter opener and, staring longingly up into Steve's eyes, she took his throbbing penis in her fingers, her red nailpolish contrasting with the sleek creamy skin of his shaft, and she nestled his glans in the moist folds of her cunt. They both moaned as Steve slid the head of his cock inside Jeanette's slick vagina. Jeanette bought her legs up and wrapped her silken calves around Steve's bare buttocks and drew him inside her until their pelvises slammed together and she could feel his cock stretching the walls of her cunt.

"Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned; and at the same time both Michele Bouvier and Nadine Munner realised that Jeanette Hathcock was enjoying what the robber was doing to her.

Jeanette opened her thighs and lifted her legs up and wrapped her silky thighs around Steve's muscled torso and raked her high-heels along his flanks. Steve lowered his face to hers; and the steady slap of their groins smacking together as they fucked each other filled the Manager's office and spilled out into the bank along with the sounds of their frenzied kisses.

Nadine Munner was disgusted; she had always suspected that Jeanette Hathcock was a trollop; 'how else could she remain married to that pig of a husband, ' she thought.

But she had far more pressing problems of her own. Ray was getting increasingly excited as he watched Jeanette Hathcock, skirt-less, but otherwise fully clothed, fuck his partner. He watched as Steve tore open Jeanette Hathcock's blouse and free her firm titties from the lacy nylon bra and knead her breasts and tweak her nipples as she squealed with delight and bucked underneath him.

Ray held Nadine Munner's head in both hands and fucked her face. She gagged and gasped as she tried to breathe around the engorged member invading her mouth. She slavered at the meaty limb with her tongue and drool ran down her chin; her nose buried in Ray's spongy pubic hair when he forced her face into his groin and the glans of his penis slammed into the back of her throat forcing her to gag.

She was vaguely aware that the pistol was no longer pressed against her temple but she daren't bite or antagonise the rapist in any way; she was too scared. The fleshy appendage invading her mouth did not actually taste that bad once she had sucked and licked away the smegma that remained on it from when he had fucked her earlier; the clear liquid that oozed for the eye of his glans was virtually tasteless and once she got the hang of breathing in and out through her nose she found she could cope with, and suppress, her gag reflex.

Nadine was still revolted that the man was using her this way, but it was less vile than him sticking that thing into the precious place she had been keeping for her marriage bed. She resigned herself to providence and silently prayed as she sucked and slavered at Ray's penis. She justified her actions to herself: she was not committing a sin because she had no choice. It was fellate this man or suffer a violent death; and at least the other two women couldn't see what she was being forced to do. Deep down however she knew that none of these excuses could justify the pleasant tingling she felt in her bruised pussy or the secretions flooding her little white nylon panties with the pictures of pussycats on them.

Steve and Jeanette were both approaching orgasm; Jeanette rutted against Steve, grinding her pelvis against his to stimulate her clitoris and her thighs gripped his flanks, her high-heels drummed against his back and her nails raked his flesh. Steve drove himself into her as far as could, feeling her hot wet tunnel contract around his cock, he liked the feel of her nylon-encased thighs rubbing his sensitive skin and the drumming of her heels and the scratching of her nails on his back spurred him on.

Their kisses were intense; almost violent, Steve tasted her lipstick, saliva, and a scintilla of blood. The ferocity of their lovemaking had caused one of them to bite the other and draw blood. Jeanette's perfume intermingled with the musk of their sweat and the pungent smell of sex. Jeanette could feel her lip swelling from where Steve had accidentally bit her, but the sting of the wound only intensified her arousal and she lifted her ass up off the desk to meet his thrusts and pulled him tighter and deeper inside her; her cunt throbbed and her clitty tingled with intense pleasure.

Steve felt his orgasm approaching. He broke their passionate embrace and slammed Jeanette Hathcock down on the desk, holding her down as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders. He took hold of her ankles and slammed his cock in and out of her sopping snatch as she writhed and moaned on the desk top. He slid the head of his penis all the way out of her cunt until the glans nestled in the folds of her labia and then drove himself deep inside her repeatedly; grinding his crotch against hers to stimulate her sensitive clitty.

Jeanette couldn't contain her hunger any longer and her orgasm swept over her body; her cunt quivered and clutched at Steve's invading cock, her body shook and her legs spasmed. She screamed out with pleasure.

"Oh fuck me you bastard! Fuck me hard!" she moaned; momentarily forgetting her ruse in the throes of passion.

Steve ground his pelvis into hers, revelling in the feel of her sleek hosed thighs against his body and her sheer nylon panties rubbing up against his scrotum and he let forth a torrent of scalding semen deep inside Jeanette Hathcock as she writhed and wriggled on the desktop. He nuzzled, licked and kissed her ankles and groaned with pleasure as release swept his body. He fell forward on top of Jeanette's body and kissed her; their lips mashing and tongues intertwined.

"Oh Yesssssssssss!!!" Steve hissed.

Steve's scrotum contracted and his cock quivered and pulsed as his seed squirted deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back and rode him, keeping rhythm with his trusts as her own orgasm peaked. Their bodies locked together as they rutted, groaning and moaning in testament to their ecstasy.

Ray Sullivan witnessed his partner's climax and jealously watched the attractive, black-haired woman writhing with pleasure underneath his friend's body. Ray saw Jeanette's nails scrape Steve's back and her high-heels dig into his body as she rode him toward her own climax.

The sight of the two of them locked together in orgasm triggered his own, and Ray's cock pulsed inside Nadine Munner's oral cavity and flooded her mouth with semen. He held onto her head as she tried to tear her face away. As the last of his ejaculate spurted from his throbbing cock he deliberately let her pull her face away a little and sprayed her face and hair with ropes of sticky spend. He laughed as she cried and spluttered; amused as she gagged and coughed out gobs of semen which then ran down her chin and splattered on her blouse.

Nadine Munner was not prepared for Ray's climax and when his cock suddenly shuddered and convulsed and started ejaculating stream after stream of viscous seed in her mouth she choked and gagged. She tried to move her face away but Ray held her there and then he cruelly let her spit out his penis only to have the further indignity of him spraying her face and hair with his revolting spend.

Ray pushed Nadine's face back into his groin and rubbed his cock all over face, mixing his semen into her makeup. Her mascara ran and her lipstick smeared; she had a severe case of racoon-face. Ropes of his spatter glistened in her teased blonde hair. Ray pushed Nadine Munner away and she fell to the floor and sobbed.

'There is no God!' she thought. 'How could he let this happen to me?'

She spat out the remains of Ray Sullivan's semen and retched and gagged, kneeling hunched over on her hands and knees.

"Don't you fucking throw up in here bitch or I'll make you lick it up," Ray said, standing up and pulling on his pants.

Jeanette Hathcock and Steve Mc Donald, now both dressed, came out of the Manager's office and Steve pulled her hard and spun her around, gently kissing her then letting his passion build. She responded accordingly and then, seeing Nadine Munner on the floor near the desk she pushed him firmly away and whispered in his ear.

"You forced me remember? You have to treat me the same as the others."

Steve smiled; and as she turned away he patted her affectionately on the ass.

"Go and take yourself and the blonde bimbo into the bathroom and clean yourselves up. And fix your hair and makeup you look like a couple of cheap hookers," he growled.

Jeanette went over and attempted to help Nadine to her feet.

"Don't touch me you whore!" Nadine spat.

Jeanette's face reddened with guilt and rage.

"He forced me!" Jeanette replied.

"Strumpet!" Nadine responded and shouldered her aside and went to get her handbag from the counter near where Michele Bouvier lay silent on the floor.

"We'll need our handbags to fix our makeup," Nadine hissed at the two robbers.

"Give them here first," Ray demanded.

He rummaged through their handbags and purses and took their cell phones and car keys.

"Get yourselves fixed; and hurry up!" he demanded pointing to the restroom door.

Jeanette gave up trying to hold a conversation with Nadine as they stood shoulder to shoulder at restroom vanity mirror cleaning their faces and then applying fresh makeup. Nadine rinsed her mouth repeatedly but she could still taste the remains of Ray's come on her tongue. Jeanette went into a stall and cleaned her sex as best she could and straightened her pantyhose and panties.

She did her best to fix her skirt and she buttoned her blouse and then came back to the mirror to brush her luxurious black hair. Nadine went to the stall next and dabbed at her mound. Ray's semen had congealed inside her labia and she wet some toilet paper and scrubbed her sex until it was red raw. She tried to clean the semen stains off her blouse and she wiped her thighs clean as best she could; scrubbing at the dark piss stains on her pantyhose. She came back out of the stall and stood beside Jeanette Hathcock and gave her a look full of disgust and derision.

"You are an adulterer and a whore; you will pay in heaven for your sins today. When I tell the congregation how you rutted like bitch in heat under that common criminal, the rest of your life in Litton will be a living hell!" she spat.

"So did you enjoy your fist blowjob Nadine? Better than the fuck do you think?" Jeanette smiled wickedly at Nadine Munner, spun on her heels, and left the restroom.

When Jeanette and Nadine returned from the restroom Steve trussed them both up again. He pushed Nadine Munner back down on the floor and eased Jeanette Hathcock beside her. She managed to give him a wry smile and he smiled back and stroked her hair.

The women lay side by side in silence for a few minutes but eventually Michele Bouvier couldn't contain her anger.

"How could you Jeanette? I know that Bill isn't the best husband in the world; but how could you betray him like that?" she whispered.

"Oh shut up you fat cow! Let's see how you react when one of them slips it to you?" she hissed back.

Just then a phone rang startling everyone in the bank. The robbers looked suspiciously at the phone ringing insistently on the desk. Ray walked over and helped Michele Bouvier to her feet. He pushed the gun into her ribcage and lifted the phone to her ear; his face close to hers. He tilted the handset slightly so that he could listen to the conversation. After a minute of monosyllable conversation, Ray replaced the handset.

He turned to Steve McDonald and smiled.

"He's on his way; it's Showtime!"

To be continued..................



The Holdup Ch. 03



Author's note: If you haven't read the first two Chapters I suggest you do so before proceeding.

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Abbot Balfour squeezed his fat ass out of the confines of the cab. He was sweating profusely and slightly hungover from drinking one too many bourbon's during the return flight from KC. He was still pissed at the airline hostie who had squeezed his balls and drove her heel into his foot and although he was carrying over one million dollars in mob funds back from KC he stiffed the cabbie on the tip.

Inside the Litton Farmer's Bank, Ray Sullivan and Steve McDonald waited patiently for his arrival; they had been very busy in the half-hour since the Assistant Manager, Michele Bouvier, had taken Abbot's phone call announcing his pending arrival. They had ceased harassing the three women bank staff; as much as they enjoyed it, it was now time for work.

As soon as Michele Bouvier had finished talking to Abbot, Ray had hung up the phone and said,

"He's on his way; it's Showtime!"

The two bank robbers went into action; a well rehearsed drill. They got the other two women to their feet and then they cut the tape binding their hands behind their backs. They both waved their pistols menacingly at the women.

"Ladies; as much as you would probably like us to keep fucking you, we have some urgent business to attend to," Ray began.

"This should be quick and easy, and if you behave yourselves, all you will have lost is a little dignity; or in Nadine's case, her cherry," he said sarcastically.

Nadine Munner blushed and bowed her head; she self-consciously tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"So; you just do exactly what tell you; keep your fucking mouths shut, and stay away from the alarms and telephones and no one gets killed," he warned.

"Ok 'big tits' you get your fat ass over to the Manager's office with me. You two; get your tight asses behind the counter and you just do exactly what my partner tells you," Ray ordered, indicating where he wanted them to go by pointing his pistol.

Michele Bouvier walked over to the Manger's office; when she entered the office her nostrils picked up the scent of recent sexual activity. It had been a while since she had sex herself, but one never forgot the musky smell of semen and vaginal juices. She screwed her face in disgust.

"You know you won't get away this; they'll hunt you down and kill you," she hissed at Ray; referring to the Kansas City crime syndicate, the Civella Family, who laundered their money through the Litton Farmer's Bank.

Out of earshot of her two co-workers she was confident she could talk about the bank's money laundering racket and try to intimidate the bank robbers.

Ray reacted angrily and pushed Michele Bouvier up against the wall pressing his body against hers and pushed his gun into her ribs. He dragged the muzzle of the gun up her blouse and jabbed it into her large soft breast. He put his free hand under her skirt and slid it up her thigh, over the welt of her stocking, across the smooth white flesh of her upper thigh and then across the front of her panties.

He clutched her pubic mound through the slippery satin and squeezed. Michele whimpered and a single tear ran down her face, leaving a trail of mascara on her cheek.

"Bitch! What the fuck did I just say about keeping your fucking trap shut," he snarled, emphasising his point by squeezing her vulva through her panties.

He let go of her and stepped back.

"Get your ass over to the desk and sit down; if your hand goes anywhere near the alarm button; by the time you get the plastic cover off it your brains will be in the next room. Capiche?"

Michele sat down in Abbot's executive chair. Her ample heinie settled into the soft leather and puffed and released traces of Abbot's stale farts and spilled bourbon.

"Ok; open the secret compartment," Ray grinned at Michele.

Michele Bouvier was taken aback; someone had provided the robbers with inside information. Only she and Abbot knew of the 'contingency fund' that was hidden inside the hidden compartment of the Manager's desk. The money was skimmed from the monthly deposits made by the KC mob. They only took a little each month; it was Abbot and Michele's contingency money should the operation fall apart and they need to lawyer up or make a run for it. They both knew that the mob would either 'hit' them or leave them holding the bag should the money laundering scheme be uncovered by the authorities.

Abbot and Michele had made a pact that if they not need the money to save their asses; they would split it evenly between them when they retired from the bank. It currently amounted to just over half a million dollars in cash.

"Come on honey; we ain't got all day!" Ray waved his gun around to emphasise his point.

Michele resignedly opened the secret compartment and began to stack the bundles of cash on the desk. Ray packed them neatly into the small carrier bag. It was quite surprising how small half a million dollars looked when it was made up of large denominational bills.

Meanwhile Steve led Jeannette Hathcock and Michele Munner behind the counter to their teller stations. He watched appreciatively as Jeanette's tidy ass sashayed when she strutted on her high-heels. The kick-pleat at the rear of her tight-fitting navy-blue skirt was ripped from where he had torn it from her body and he had a tantalising view of her legs all the way up to the top of her thighs. He wanted some more of that before they left the bank, he thought.

"Ok ladies; this how it's going to be. I want the money out of the teller drawers; don't take the last bill out of each tray; I know that will trigger the silent alarm. I also don't want the traceable bills you have in trays either."

Michele and Jeanette glanced at each other; this guy had obviously been given good intelligence. Then they went about emptying the cash our of their teller drawers as per his instructions. Steve took out another roll of duct tape from his carrier bag and placed it beside the counter and stacked the bills inside the bag.

"Ok; take a seat against the wall," Steve pointed to the wall behind the counter where they would be out of the line of sight of the front door.

Ray joined his partner, leading Michele Bouvier at gunpoint.

"Tape them," Ray said, and Steve cut two pieces of duct tape and stuck them over the mouths of the two bank clerks.

He winked at Jeanette Hathcock before taping her mouth and she smiled back at him. Nadine Munner witnessed the exchange and snorted her disapproval. Steve retaliated by pulling her legs out straight and flipping her over on her stomach. He taped her wrists behind her back and taped her ankles together; then he rolled her back over and sat her with her back to the wall. He reached down and tore open her blouse; the buttons went flying across the room and skittered across the floor. Then he bunched her skirt up around her waist.

Nadine Munner struggled against the robber but there was little she could do to prevent this renewed degradation. She sat silently sobbing. Her sleek legs clad in tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose were openly exposed; the gusset of her hose had a gaping hole torn in them and her little white nylon panties with the pictures of pussycats on them were clearly visible through the tattered nylon.

Her small titties barely filled her white lace brassiere which was decorated with the matching pussycat print of her panties, and her skinny ribs expanded and contracted as she sobbed.

"How's the view?" Steve smiled wickedly at Ray.

"Nice," Ray grinned, "love those little pussycats."

"Ok; enough fucking around! You; get your ass over to the door. You give Mr Balfour the signal and let him in as usual. This is crunch time and I will not hesitate to waste you if you fuck this up." Ray said menacingly to Michele Bouvier and hid himself out of view against the wall adjoining the door.

Michele was again shocked that the two bank robbers knew so much about their operation. She and Abbot had devised a series signals to be used to indicate that all was well before he entered the bank with the monthly delivery of illicit cash.

He would knock on the bank door exactly three times, any more or any less meant he was under duress and she would leave the door locked and raise the alarm. She was to respond to the three knocks by flipping the 'Closed' sign to 'Open' and then opening the vertical blinds. If she failed to carry out this procedure exactly before unlocking the door Abbot would beat a hasty retreat and raise the alarm. Once Abbot was inside the bank then she was to flip the sign back to 'Closed' and close the blinds again.

Steve ducked down behind the counter and covered the two women with his pistol. Even though Nadine Munner's exposed legs and titties were a tantalising distraction, he found himself checking out the well-stacked body of Jeanette Hathcock. She sat with her back straight; her nice firm tits thrust against her white cotton blouse. Her legs were bent at the knees and this provided him with a great view of her long legs encased in high-sheen taupe nylons, the dark reinforced bands of the control-top and the lace trim of her boy-leg panties were just visible under the hem of her skirt.

Steve studied her face. He guessed she was somewhere in her thirties. She was attractive: heavy makeup: black mascara and eyeliner, blue-green eyeshadow, rouged cheeks, and blood-red lipstick. Her jet-black hair rested on her shoulders. His eyes followed the contours of her body, down her legs terminating at her feet. Unlike the other two women who wore pumps, she wore black high-heeled sandals and he could see the red nailpolish on her toenails through the reinforced toes of her pantyhose. A small gold chain glittered on one of her slim ankles. He began to harden again.

Jeanette Hathcock was acutely aware of Steve's gaze as his eyes roamed her body. She blushed and when Steve saw her face redden he smiled at her. She smiled back with her eyes and then brazenly looked directly at the growing bulge in his pants and then back at his face.

Nadine Munner again snorted loudly to indicate her outrage and Steve pointed his pistol at her and cocked the hammer and put his finger to his lips. His cold blue eyes held not a scintilla of compassion and Nadine Munner bowed her head in compliance and kept quiet.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence the sound of three distinct raps on the front door echoed through the bank.

Abbot Balfour struggled up the steps of the Litton Farmers Bank carrying his briefcase and his suitcase; sweat dripping into his eyes; he couldn't wait to get inside to the air conditioning. He had become complacent over the years and after a cursory glance up and down the street he knocked three times on the door.

"Come on; open up you stuck-up cunt!" he muttered under his breath, cursing Michele Bouvier even though she was only following the correct security procedures.

He mopped his forehead with a crumpled handkerchief and while Michele Bouvier went through the routine to indicate that it was safe. The door opened and he strode into the bank ignoring Michele Bouvier, and was halfway to his office before he realised the something was wrong.

Ray pointed his pistol at Michele Bouvier's head and nodded at the door with his chin and she changed the sign to 'Closed' and closed the vertical blinds. He put his free hand on her shoulder and frog-marched her; following in Abbot Balfour's footsteps.

Abbot dropped his suitcase and briefcase and turned around.

"Hello Abbot," Ray smiled wickedly locking his forearm around Michele Bouvier's neck and pointing his pistol at Abbot.

Abbot's face paled and he unloaded in his pants, pissing himself at the same time.

"Jesus Christ Abbot!" Ray scowled as the stench of Abbot's shit permeated the bank.

Abbot clutched his chest and sank to his knees. Ray pushed Michele Bouvier towards Abbot.

"Get the fat bastard into the washroom and clean him up; fast!" he ordered.

"Me!!!" Michele responded indignantly.

"Yes you; you fat cunt!" Ray replied.

Michele didn't know what was more insulting: being called fat or being ordered to help clean up Abbot Balfour's shitty ass. Fat! She was large framed yes; but well proportioned, not fat!

She screwed up her face and breathed through her mouth as she helped Abbot to his feet. Abbot was recovering from the shock of seeing the gunman, and as his faculties began to return and he realised the day that he had dreaded had finally arrived. The bank was being robbed.

Ray searched Abbot's coat and took his cell phone and keys from him.

"I ain't touching those shitty pants; drop em!" he ordered.

Abbot unbuckled and then dropped his pants and stepped out of them.

"Ok; get cleaned up; quickly. You have him back here ASAP!" he said to Michele.

Still a little bewildered, Abbot followed Michele Bouvier to the men's room. He locked himself in the stall and flushed his shitty underwear down the toilet bowl. He came out of the stall to see that Michele had filled the basin with soapy water. She looked at the basin pointedly and turned her back. She had no wish to see Abbott Balfour's shit-caked fat ass or his cock.

Abbot cleaned himself and Michele pulled repeatedly on the handle of the paper towel dispenser and handed him a bundle of paper towel which he used to dry his ass and genitals. He had now almost fully recovered from the shock of what was happening in his bank and he glared at Michele Bouvier.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Before she could answer, Ray stuck his head around the men's room door.

"Ok kiddies lets get your fat asses into the bank now shall we?" he said sarcastically.

Michele's face turned crimson with anger.

"I do not have a fat ass!!!" she screeched.

"Come on; get the fuck out here, I don't have time for this shit!" Ray replied, opening the door and gesturing for them to leave.

"I have no pants!" Abbot huffed officiously.

"You'll have no face if you don't get your ass out here!" Ray responded exasperatedly and pointed the muzzle of his gun directly at Abbot Balfour's forehead.

They shuffled out of the men's room; Abbot wearing his shirt, jacket, tie, shoes and socks; his ass and genitals were covered by his shirttails but his lily white legs were on open display. Ray took the two of them behind the counter and had Michele Bouvier sit down next to the other two women.

Steve ripped the tape off Nadine Munner's mouth but he was careful to remove the tape from Jeanette Hathcock's mouth without causing her any pain. He pulled Nadine Munner away from the wall and cut the duct tape binding her wrists and then cut the tape securing her ankles.

She reached down to pull down hem of her skirt and Ray slapped her hands away.

"Whoa, whoa, there princess; Daddy like's the view just as it is," he grinned.

Nadine blushed with embarrassment and anger; her anger intensified when she noticed that Abbot Balfour was taking in an eyeful of her legs and titties.

"You disgusting man; how could you?" she spat at Abbot.

Abbot blustered and tore his eyes away from Nadine's private parts.

"Ok enough of this shit; were nearly done here," Ray said.

"Ok Abbot; make the call," he said, looking Abbot Balfour coldly in the eyes.

Abbot looked at Michele with astonishment and Michele gave Abbot a look as if to say 'they know everything!'

"What call?" Abbot replied.

Ray whipped his pistol under Abbot's shirttails and grinned evilly.

"The call you have to make to KC by five o'clock to assure your bosses in the Civella Family that their money has arrived safely at your shitty bank."

Abbot reluctantly picked up the phone and dialled a number from memory. With Ray Sullivan's pistol held against his head he spoke the requisite phrase into the mouthpiece and hung up.

"Good; now I'll take your suitcase and you take my partner over to the vault and open it up for him. Then you come and sit down here with the ladies," Ray said.

He pointed his gun at Michele Bouvier.

"You will take Steve into the vault and show him which stacks are fitted with dye packs and which ones will trigger the alarms if they are moved."

Michele was no longer surprised that the robbers knew all of their security procedures. After Abbot opened the vault and returned with Ray she followed Steve over to the vault. It took less than five minutes for Steve to fill his carrier bag with cash.

Ray had Abbot sit with his back to the counter facing Nadine Munner and Jeanette Hathcock. As a committed perve Abbot couldn't help staring at Nadine's exposed thighs and breasts. Despite the desperate situation he was in, Abbot started to become aroused and his fat stubby cock began to engorge.

When Steve returned with Michele Bouvier he made her sit down beside the other two women. Steve and Ray began to talk to each other in whispered tones and the four captives sat silently on the floor of the bank, Abbot facing the women, ogling Nadine's titties and legs and alternatively looking up the skirts of the other two women.

Michele couldn't take it any longer.

"Oh my God Abbot you are pig! Even with all of our lives in danger, you can't help perving!" she hissed.

"Shut you overbearing cunt!" Abbot hissed back.

Abbot blushed. The head of his stubby penis poked out from his shirttails and he tried to cover it up. Ray and Steve heard the exchange and looked on with amusement.

"Hey fat-ass has got a stiffy," Ray said, laughing.

Then he addressed the captives as a whole.

"Ladies and gent; it's like this. We don't want to leave the bank until dark so we have an hour or so to kill."

"My friend here has taken a liking to you," he pointed at Jeanette Hathcock.

"So get up and get your ass into the Manager's office."

Jeanette Hathcock stood and silently started walking towards the Manger's office.

"Slut!" Nadine Munner called after her.

"Shut up! You're staying here with me," Ray instructed.

Abbot Balfour interrupted.

"What the fuck has been going on here?"

"What the fuck has been going on? These pigs have raped Jeanette and Nadine; that's what!" Michele Bouvier spat back at him.

"They didn't rape you?" he asked incredulously.

Nadine Munner interjected.

"They might be rapist philistines who are going to spend eternity in hell; but why would they molest her when they have me and Jeanette!"

"Oh shut up you silly girl! We can keep this to ourselves; no one need know about the rape if we don't want them to; we can just report the robbery," Michele had had enough of Nadine's catty remarks.

"That's ok for you to say! You haven't been touched!" Nadine contended.

Ray listened to the bickering with amusement and then he interjected.

"Well I suppose we should be equal opportunity employers," he said sarcastically.

"Get up fat boy," he ordered.

Abbot scrambled to his feet, the tip of his glans poking out from under his shirt.

"Now you get up!" he said to Michele.

"Oh no! There is no way that this going to happen!" she protested.

Ray put his pistol to her head and cocked it.

"I've had enough of you; you get up now or I'll shoot you; then I'll shoot the witnesses. Time for you to decide who lives and who dies," Ray said icily.

Michele reluctantly got to her feet and Ray dragged over a stool and sat down where he could cover the three of them and watch the action.

"Kiss him; and make a good job of it!"

Michele closed in on Abbot and tentatively pursed her lips and leaned forward. Abbot; deciding that he was going to make the most of a fucked up situation and flung his arms around Michele and pulled her tight against his body and smashed his lips against hers and drove his tongue inside her mouth.

Michele struggled but even though she was a big woman she was no match for Abbot.




The Holdup Ch. 03



Abbot hugged her tight relishing the feel of her big soft tits against his body whist his stubby cock stabbed at her thighs, leaving little silver stains on her dark skirt. Michele pushed and wriggled, unsuccessfully attempting to break Abbot's embrace.

It had been years since Michele had had sex with a man, and if she was going to break the drought she didn't want it to be with Abbot Balfour, but in this case she had no choice. Michele snatched her lips away from his and whispered in his ear.

"Ok you disgusting pig; I'm only doing this to keep us all safe. If you tell anyone that it happened I'll deny it right up to my deathbed."

Michele Bouvier crushed her lips against Abbot Balfour's and slipped her hand between their bodies and squeezed his hot hard cock. She was determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. Then she pushed Abbot away and looked him in the eye.

"Let me take my clothes off at least," she huffed.

Abbot needed no more encouragement; while Michele stepped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, Abbot tore off his jacket, shirt and tie; then he kicked off his shoes so that he was naked except for his argyle sox. His skin was white and flabby; his gut hung down exposing only the tip of his stumpy penis.

Abbot took in the magnificent sight of Michele Bouvier. She was heavy but well proportioned and her attractive face was heavily made up with dark mascaraed eyes, rouged cheeks and ruby red lips. Her face was framed by a brunette bob with burgundy highlights through it. Her large soft white breasts were barely contained in the cups of her red satin bra and they thrust out the front of her unbuttoned white satin blouse.

Her legs were thick but well defined, proportional to her large frame. Now that she had discarded her skirt Abbot had a magnificent vista of her tan thigh-high hold-up stockings with lace trimmed elasticised welts and her full pubic mound encased in a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband. She wore black high-heeled pumps; and to Abbot Balfour, she was the sexiest thing he had seen for a very long time without having to pay for the view.

Abbot licked his lips and then grasped for Michele Bouvier pulling her down on the floor. Michele allowed herself to be pulled down and she manoeuvred herself so that she was sitting on top of him. She squatted over him; he ample ass resting on his belly and her high-heels planted on the floor. Michele cleared her head and reminded herself that she was doing this to save her life and the lives of the other employees.

Without any further ceremony she reached down and pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and lowered herself down onto Abbot's stiff little cock. He slid inside her vagina with no resistance whatsoever; Michele's cunt was loose and despite the humiliating circumstances she was well lubricated. She slapped his hands away when he reached up to grasp her tits.

"Wait Abbot; let me get comfortable," she ordered.

Michele wriggled her ass around until she had Abbot Balfour's cock positioned exactly where she wanted it so that she could maximize his penetration and stimulate her clitty with the base of his penis.

"Ok fat boy; help yourself," she said resignedly and began to rock and forth.

Abbot reached up and scooped Michele's breasts free of her brassiere and tweaked and stroked her swollen nipples. They were as big and sweet as raspberries and Michele accommodated him by leaning forward so that he could reach up and suck one tit into his mouth whilst he fondled the other with his greasy fingers.

Abbot sweated and groaned as Michele rode him; he pawed at her titties and pushed his groin up to meet her as she bucked and fucked him; her cunt was now sopping wet. Despite her dislike of Abbot Balfour; Michele couldn't stop her body reacting to the first cock she had had inside her for years and she had positioned herself so the her flabby cunt was receiving the maximum stimulation from Abbot's cock.

"Hell Abbot; you better make the most of this because it ain't ever happening again," she whined as she squatted over him; the engorged lips of her labia enfolding his shaft.

"Hot damn Michele! Just shut up and fuck me!" Abbot replied, huffing and puffing as he slammed into Michele's sloppy cunt.

Michele actually laughed out loud and then she concentrated on fucking Abbot Balfour; she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm approaching and she wanted to get off before Abbot shot his load.

Ray stood up from his stool and looked over into the Manager's office. Jeanette Hathcock lay on the desk fully clothed with her skirt hiked up and with her legs wrapped around Steve McDonald who was banging away at her. They were kissing and fondling each other and looked to be enjoying every second of their lovemaking.

Ray had a raging hard on; he looked down at Michele Bouvier riding her boss, her face contorted with pleasure as her climax approached.

"Everyone's getting laid but me!" he griped and leered at Nadine Munner who was sitting against the wall, her eyes screwed shut, praying.

He reached down and dragged her to her feet.

"Nooooooooooooo!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she begged; but there was no one in the bank that cared.

Ray pulled her roughly over to one of the desks and wrestled her down so that she was bent over the desk. He lifted her skirt and opened his flies and pushed his hard cock against the struggling girl's buttocks. He held her down with one hand and tore her panties from her body with the other.

"There go those pussycats!" He laughed and stuck his sleek hard cock in the folds of Nadine Munner's cunt.

Nadine howled as Ray's cock pushed against her recently deflowered pussy. Ray rubbed his cock up and down her labia, lubricating her with his pre-seminal fluid. Nadine bucked a little when the head of Ray's penis rubbed against her clitoris. Those vague feelings of sexual pleasure returned and she began to moisten involuntary.

Ray slid his cock into Nadine Munner's tight cunt until he was buried up the hilt and his scrotum rested against her pantyhose sheathed ass. He could feel Nadine secreting vaginal juices despite her cries and pleas. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was in the folds of her labia and then thrust forward again. Nadine wheezed as he slammed himself inside her.

He fucked her with long steady strokes as she wriggled, cried and prayed. As he felt his orgasm approaching he increased the pace until he was jack hammering himself in and out of Nadine's snug snatch. She had given up fighting and she held onto the edge of the desk to maintain her balance which caused her to push her ass up nicely.

Ray had an inkling that the girl was getting off but he didn't care; his own orgasm was approaching and he gripped her hips and slammed himself in and out of her as fast as he could; his groin slapping against her tight ass.

He unloaded streams of hot jism deep in her cunt and damn if she didn't push back against him and wriggle her ass. Ray felt Nadine's cunt spasm and grip his shaft as her own orgasm washed over her. Involuntary or not; she was enjoying it!

Nadine felt disgust and betrayal as her climax approached and then drown her in the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She knew that what she was experiencing was a cardinal sin but she couldn't help her body's response. She allowed the waves of pleasure to ripple through her body. No one would ever know anyway. Michele and Jeanette were certainly not going to admit to being raped and neither was she.

Nadine pushed her ass back against Ray as he ground his groin into her soft ass cheeks; squirting his seed deep inside her pulsating pussy. Their orgasms began to subside and Ray pulled his cock from Nadine's stretched cunt and a puddle of creamy semen pooled in her pussy. Ray reached down and picked up her torn panties and dabbed at the puddle of come, cleaning her cunt as she lay over the table panting.

"Thank you," Nadine Munner whispered when she felt the robber clean her vagina and then pull down her skirt.

Ray helped Nadine up off the table and she looked away; her face reddening with shame and humiliation. Ray took her chin and turned her face towards his and leaned down and kissed her; she tasted of Juicyfruit bubblegum. She kissed him back and then looked up at him tentatively.

"They don't have to know do they?" she whispered.

"The only people who will know are the people you elect to tell. I can't see the other two women saying much; Jeanette seems taken with Steve and the fat old lady ain't going to admit to riding Abbot Balfour's poor excuse for a weenie!" Ray smiled.

Nadine Munner laughed at Ray's joke despite herself. She straightened out her skirt and closed her button-less blouse.

"I have a clean blouse and a change of underwear in my locker in the ladies room; can I go and change and fix my face," She asked sweetly.

"Sure kid," Ray replied, and sat back down on the stool watching Michele and Abbot rutting on the bank floor.

Michele pistoned her ample ass up and down as she squatted over Abbot's sweaty body. Her high-heels skidded on the floor; such was the intensity of the pace with which she slammed her cunt up and down on Abbot Balfour's pole. She was wracked in the throes of orgasm and she panted and moaned as Abbot Balfour held her by the hips and lifted his flabby ass off the floor to meet her thrusts. He was also climaxing and Michele's cunt was making sloppy sloshing noises as her emptied himself inside her and his semen mixed with her vaginal secretions to create soppy soup in her cunt.

Michele moaned and drummed her heels on the floor as the last of her climax pulsed through her body. Abbot lay flat on the floor; gasping for breath, his body covered with a sheen of sweat. Michele leaned over Abbot's exhausted body and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Well you always wanted a piece of me Balfour; was it worth nearly two million dollars?" she grinned.

She carefully stood up and slid her panties back into place and stepped into her skirt and buttoned her blouse.

"Can I go to the ladies too?" she asked.

"Sure honey; but I'm coming too. Get your fat ass off the floor Abbot and follow us," Ray said.

The ladies room was crowded but Nadine Munner managed to clean her pubis and put on a fresh blouse, a clean pair of panties and a new pair of pantyhose from her locker. Michele Bouvier cleaned the cream-pie from her fleshy vagina and touched up her makeup and combed out her hair. She dabbed at the little silver trails of pre-come that Abbot had left on her skirt and Nadine Munner saw her do it and dabbed at the stains on her own skirt. Nadine fixed her makeup too.

Ray watched with interest but kept checking his watch; it was time to go.

Abbot Balfour got dressed back in his suit and straightened himself up as best he could. He didn't have any underwear and his pants were wet and stained where he had shit and pissed himself. Ray waved his pistol around.

"Come on ladies; time for us to leave," he said, bending down and taking Nadine's tattered pantyhose from the trash and slipping them in his pocket.

The three captives traipsed back into the bank and saw Steve and Jeanette just finishing a passionate kiss. Jeanette smiled up at Steve and then joined the other captives grouped around the cashiers counter.

"Ok we're leaving; here are the rules," Ray began.

"Were going to sit you down and tape your hands behind your backs and tape your legs together. We figure at least an hour before someone finds you."

"Now what you tell the police, the Civella Family, and your friends and family is up to you. If we get caught, the rape charges won't make any difference to us because we'll be dead men walking anyway. But there's no reason why anyone outside of this bank needs to know what went on here besides the robbery," he finished.

The three women looked at each other questioningly. Michele Bouvier and Nadine Munner nodded ok to each other; their clothing was a little mussed as would be expected after being held captive for hours. Jeanette Hathcock's skirt and blouse were stained with dried semen and she looked like she had just been ravished.

"I'll clean up ok; don't worry," she said to the other women, who nodded their silent consent.

Michele turned to Abbot Balfour.

"If you ever want any more pussy from me you better keep your fat mouth closed Abbot Balfour!" she whined.

"Sure," Abbot smiled and shrugged his shoulders in response.

"But I don't think we are going to be around Litton long enough to tell anyone anything; what do you think the Civella's are going to do to us for losing their money!" he said.

"Ok folks; party's over," Ray interrupted and pointed to the wall.

The four captives sat with their backs to the wall and Ray and Steve moved amongst them taping their hands securely behind their backs with the heavy duty duct tape. Then they bound their ankles and positioned them so they were comfortable; backs against the wall.

"Well I guess this is goodbye," Ray smiled and hefted up his carrier bag.

Steve bent down to pick up his bag when Jeanette Hathcock cried out.

"Wait! Take me with you!"

Steve looked questioningly at Ray who shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"Fuck Steve; we're out of jail a couple of weeks and you already got yourself a missus!"

Steve sauntered over and cut Jeanette's bonds and helped her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, her nylons hissing as she rubbed her leg up and down his jeans. She looked up into his icy blue eyes and saw him break into a smile.

"You better take care of me buster!" she smiled back at him.

"You tell that pecker-wood husband of mine that I finally got fucked by a real man and I enjoyed so much that I ran away with him," she said to the incredulous faces of her fellow bank employees.

Ray bent down and picked up Nadine Munner's little nylon panties with the pussycat pattern on them. He lifted them to his nose and sniffed them and then stuffed them in the pocket where he already had her discarded pantyhose.

"Thanks for the souvenirs sugar," he smiled at Nadine Munner who blushed with embarrassment but she also had a wry smile on her lips.

Jeanette Hathcock looked through the blinds to see that the darkened streets were clear. Steve McDonald slapped her playfully on the ass as she led the three of them out of the bank; closing the door behind them.

Two days later Michele Bouvier and Abbot Balfour skipped town and disappeared. It was rumoured that they were somehow involved in the bank robbery and were on the lam. In fact they both knew that their only hope of survival was to go into hiding from the Civella Family. Besides the 'contingency fund' Abbot Balfour had been squirreling away large amounts of money in an overseas bank account and the couple were currently fucking their brains out in the cabin of a luxury ocean liner bound for the south Pacific. By the time they arrived in Tahiti, Abbot had lost ten pounds and gained a tan. Michele was surprised that Abbot was able to change so radically. She was also surprised at how much she suddenly liked to fuck!

Nadine Munner left the Litton Baptist church a month after the robbery; she couldn't take the hypocrisy. She boarded a Greyhound headed for Las Vegas and settled into her seat and started reading her book: 'How to be a Successful Blackjack Dealer'. At the next stop a handsome man sat in the seat beside her and was rewarded when she surreptitiously stretched her legs and the hem of her skirt slid all the way up her slim pantyhosed legs.

The man was amused to see that her nylon panties had little pussycats printed on the fabric.

The End



The Holdup



Nadine sobbed and tried to rise up from the desk; her high-heels skittering on the floor. Ray positioned himself between her legs and pushed against her thighs to hold her in place and pressed her torso back down on the desk. He spat in his hand and roughly pulled the gusset of Nadine's panties to one side to expose her pubis. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, he could feel the stubble on his fingers as he groped her cunt.

Nadine screamed.

"Noooooooooooooo!!!!!"

The other two women, trussed and lying on the floor behind the counter, heard the chilling scream and began to weep in sympathy. Michele Bouvier struggled to get up but Steve put his foot on her plump ass and pushed her back down on the floor.

"Easy ladies; no need to get impatient; your turn will come," he laughed.

Nadine felt Ray's calloused fingers part her labia-majora and then explore the inner folds of her labia-minora. For the first time in her eighteen years, a man was touching her most intimate parts. She bucked her ass and tried to stamp on Ray's feet with her high-heels. Ray just laughed and pushed his spit-wet finger inside the entrance of her vagina. Nadine howled.

"Oh God please save me!"

Ray explored Nadine's tight tunnel; she was dry and snug, just as he expected. He was very excited, and a thin stream of clear fluid leaked from the eye of his glans and dribbled onto Nadine's thigh and was quickly absorbed by her sheer nylon hose. He extracted his finger and licked it tasting a mixture of pussy and perfume. He dropped his pants and smeared the viscous pre-seminal fluid leaking from his purple glans over the shaft of his penis and spat on his hand again and coated it with saliva.

Nadine was quivering with fright and revulsion; praying for salvation and cursing Ray. Ray ignored her and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Nadine's vagina. When Nadine felt Ray's penis part her labia she almost fainted. She began to sob uncontrollably and alternatively beg for mercy and curse her assailant.

"Please don't do this; you will spend eternity in hell for this," she cried.

Ray pushed forward and the head of penis was immediately constricted by Nadine's in-tact hymen. There is a common misnomer that a girl's cherry is positioned inside her vagina; it is in fact a band of tissue at the entrance. Ray's cock pushed against Nadine's hymen and then he thrust forward hard. Nadine howled.

"Oh my God; it hurts! Take it out! Take it out!!! She whimpered.

Nadine's hymen split and a small trickle of blood mixed with the saliva and pre-seminal fluid coating Ray's cock and he slowly thrust forward, his cock stretching the walls of Nadine's virgin pussy. Nadine inhaled explosively as her cherry popped and then she felt the man's appendage intrude into her vagina, filling and stretching her. She felt uncomfortably filled and her broken hymen was sore; not excruciatingly so, but it stung.

Ray kept pushing forward until his shaft was completely buried in Nadine's tight cunt and his pubis slammed against her skinny ass. Nadine exhaled and tried to force herself to relax the muscles of her vagina. The damage had been done now; her chastity was taken and there was nothing she could do about it but to limit the pain she was experiencing. Her head filled with thoughts of sorrow and self-disgust; what true Christian man would want a woman who had been defiled? She pushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on relaxing her vagina.

Ray's cock was snug inside Nadine's cunt; it throbbed and pulsed, expanding and contracting the walls of her pussy; he rubbed his body against her tight little heinie and sleek nylon-encased thighs. He liked the feel of her silky nylons and panties against his bare skin. He knew that he couldn't hold back his orgasm for long; he held onto Nadine's hips and began to slowly fuck her.

Nadine breathed heavily as the man behind her drove his hard penis in and out of her tight chute; the pain was not as intense as she though it would be, her broken hymen throbbed and the walls of her vagina felt a little bruised but the pain was tolerable. What was not tolerable was the shame and humiliation she felt. As the man behind her began to thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm she tried to take her mind off what was happening to her.

Ray fucked the young girl he had bent over the desk with growing intensity. His own secretions were lubricating the girl's tight cooze and he thought that she might also be secreting her own juices despite her protests. Ray was right; and Nadine was painfully aware that her body was betraying her. She was receiving no physical pleasure from the act; the man had not manipulated her clitoris, and bent over like this, his penis was not stimulating her clitty either, but her internal sensors were responding as nature intended, and her vagina began to secrete vaginal fluids.

Meanwhile Steve was sitting on the desk watching his partner fuck the teenage virgin and he was intensely aroused. He put down his gun and eased his thick veiny cock out his jeans and slowly stroked it. He was close to orgasm himself after going without sex with a woman for so many years. He smiled evilly to himself; thinking that if he wanked off now he would last longer when he took his turn with Jeanette Hathcock.

Steve had been debating whether to fuck the thirty-something hot-bod; or the fifty-something, plump sophisticate. In between watching Ray rape Nadine Munner Steve had been looking at the backs of the legs of women lying prone on the floor and debating who had the best ass. Jeanette had won and he decided he was going to fuck her first and then get a little of Michele Bouvier later. Ms Bouvier seemed a little uptight and good fucking would do the old bitch good, he though to himself.

Steve got down off the desk and stood over the body of Jeanette Hathcock. The women had been whimpering and crying; listening to Nadine Munner being raped as they lay there in trepidation of what was to happen to them. Steve now had a better view of the Manger's office and saw that Ray was pounding his cock in and out of Nadine Munner's tight snatch. Her ass jiggled whenever Ray's pubis smashed into it which caused her taut thighs to quiver; her silky nylons glittering in the harsh light of the fluorescent lights.

Ray was gripping Nadine Munner's hips and slamming himself in and out of her and she was gasping and panting as he assaulted her body; her coltish legs were spread wide and her high-heels scratched at the polished floor as she fought to maintain her balance. Over the quiet sobs of the two prone ladies, and Nadine's cries and gasps, Steve could hear the slap of skin against skin as Ray fucked the young girl. Steve stroked his cock in time with Ray's thrusts.

Nadine could feel the man's cock expand inside her and she dreaded what was about to happen next. The filthy man was about to spend his seed inside her. As has been espoused before; Nadine Munner was naïve but she was not stupid, she did not use contraception but she knew that there were 'day after' pills that could be taken by women to prevent them from becoming pregnant, and she was sure that even her strict Baptist church would allow her the use of this treatment given the circumstances.

But she still dreaded the thought of this thug depositing his sperm inside her. She screwed up her eyes and, panting and quivering as Ray pounded away at her sore cunny, she tried to take her consciousness away from the situation but she couldn't. The two women in the next room must be aware of what was happening to her and listening to her being ravaged. An evil thought popped unbidden from the deepest darkest part of her psyche; they were next! She would not be the only one raped today!

Then she felt the man push himself deep inside her and his pubis slammed against her buttocks and he ground himself against her and emptied his seed deep inside her. She could feel the warm ejaculate splash against the walls of her vagina. At least the man's semen lubricated her vagina and eased some of the pain.

Ray exploded deep inside the virgin cunt of Nadine Munner and he howled with delight as his orgasm washed over him. His hands raked her ass and thighs, tearing her pantyhose and leaving little pink scratches on her smooth soft skin.

"Oh yeah baby! Fuck that tight pussy!" he howled as he climaxed.

Nadine felt the man clawing at her buttocks and thighs as his penis quivered and throbbed inside her, depositing stream after stream of hot semen. Her vagina expanded and contracted around the girth of the man's member and to her extreme shame she actually felt a little wave of sexual excitement ripple along the walls of her sex.

Steve heard Ray howl and saw him slam himself against the girl and grind his body against her tight ass and paw at her ass and thighs and he realised that Ray was coming. He heard the young girl gasp and watched her body shudder as Ray deposited his load deep inside her. This initiated his own orgasm and he turned his head to look at the prone body of Jeanette Hathcock as his own cock began to spurt hot semen. Viscous ropes of semen splashed over Jeanette Hathcock's legs and the back of her blouse and skirt. She wriggled and snivelled as stream after stream of creamy spunk spattered her body.

Steve watched his semen soak into Jeanette's high-sheen, taupe nylons as streams of his spunk splattered her legs. His next squirt splashed across her curved buttocks; the white semen pooling on the dark material of her skirt. The next two spurts splashed across her back; leaving little puddles of hot come on her white cotton blouse. Steve stroked himself until all of his seed was spent and then he knelt down and wiped his cock dry on Jeanette Hathcock's skirt, rubbing his slowly deflating penis against her firm ass.

Jeanette lay on the floor quietly sobbing trying not to listen to Nadine Munner being defiled in the office next door when she heard the other bank robber get down off the desk and straddle her body. She could feel the proximity of his body and she gasped when she heard the unmistakeable sounds of him masturbating over her.

When the first stream of ejaculate splashed over her legs she shrieked with surprise and wriggled her body in a vain attempt to move away from the repulsive fluid that was raining down on her. She could hear the man's laboured breathing and the sound of his hand stroking his penis. The musky scent of semen invaded her nostrils as streams of warm sperm splattered over her legs, buttocks and back. She could feel the vile substance soaking into her nylons and her blouse; the sperm felt warm against her cool skin.

Jeanette tensed when the man knelt down and straddled her, wiping his tumescent member on the back of her skirt. She felt him put his cock in the crease of her butt and rub it on her tight skirt as he cleaned the last of his spend on her body.

She felt repulsed and degraded but she was an experienced married woman and realised that both men had just climaxed so it would be a while before either of them could produce another erection. She hoped the women would be saved further degradation for a little while longer.

In the Bank Manager's office Ray had spent his load and was slumped over Nadine Munner's body as his penis slowly deflated inside her. She felt his sticky seed drip from her ravaged pussy and run down her thighs, soaking into her laddered pantyhose and the material of her panties. Ray's cock pulsed occasionally as the last of his seed dribbled from his glans. He lifted himself up and pulled his penis out of Nadine's vagina with an audible plop.

Ray stuck his finger in the viscous fluid streaming from Nadine Munner's cunt, sniffed it, and then wiped it on the back of her blouse. He took a handful of her skirt and cleaned his cock on it; quite satisfied when he left silvery trails of sperm on the navy-blue fabric. He slapped her on the ass and pulled her panties back into place and pulled the hem of her skirt over her ass and down her legs.

"Ok; get out of here and back on the floor with the others," he said matter-of-factly.

Nadine didn't know what outraged her more: the man cleaning his sex organ on her clothing; or the matter-of –fact way in which he spoke to her having just ravaged her. She straightened her skirt in a futile attempt at modesty. She could feel the man's spend leaking from her and pooling in the crotch of her panties. She desperately wanted to wash herself. Her vagina was surprisingly only a little sore; but her torn hymen stung. She tottered gingerly over to the other women, balancing precariously on her high-heels after being bent over the desk for so long.

Nadine Muller lay down next to her workmates, noting with disgust and sympathy the semen spattered over Jeanette Hathcock's legs, buttocks and back; a silvery trail of the revolting fluid had even landed in her hair. Steve McDonald quickly taped Nadine Munner's hands behind her back and was then joined by Ray Sullivan who had used the restroom to take a piss and wash his cock.

"Time?" Steve asked and Ray checked his watch.

"One forty-five," he answered.

The two robbers sat down on a couple of office chairs and put their feet up on the desk. They munched the remaining sandwiches that Nadine Muller had bought the staff for lunch and drank coffee from a coffee maker they found behind the teller's counter. The women sobbed occasionally and wriggled around trying to get comfortable but they gave the robbers no trouble. After about half an hour of desultory conversation Steve stood up and walked over to where the women lay on the floor.

"Ok; who's next?" he sniggered.

To Be Continued.