Denise Albertson was angry as hell when she left the house of her good friend Stacy Miller. Not that she was in the least bit upset at her school chum. Just the opposite was true. She rarely felt better, or more free, then when she spent time with the girl.
What upset her was the man sitting in the plain car parked out at the front curb. She had known the driver of the car for two years longer then she had know Stacy. And she hated that as well! It was a situation made worse because she knew it wouldn’t be changing in the near future. It was only part of the price she paid for being born into an incredibly rich family. One headed by a tyrannical father who demanded twenty-four hour security for the entire family, seven days a week. Not that Dad gave a damn about anything she did. Her watch dog wasn’t there to keep Denise sweet and chaste. No notice was ever paid to any report made back to Charles Albertson about any sexual romps or wild parties she attended. Nothing was ever said to her, and probably wouldn’t. Unless she suddenly wanted to find out what life as a mass murder was like.
But then, that was the reason she was so closely watched. To make sure Denise never got into a position that could even accidentally soil the family name, or drag it through the mud of unwanted press.
Long before things got to that point where photographers could get anything which could be potentiality damaging, no matter what her condition was, Denise would be swooped away and returned to the safety of the family estate.
She was also watched to make sure no one tried to use her against her father. The value of the family name and fortune was of greater importance to Charles Albertson then Denise or her happiness.
She hated it. Always had, but Denise was used to it. Putting up with this dreadful treatment only because she had no choice in matter. It was all part of the reason why she enjoyed being around Stacy. Compared to her own, the girl’s life was so “normal”, so ordinary. All the things Denise would never know about until her father finally died.
Denise did her best not to think about the man sitting in the front seat of the plain blue sedan. At least she didn’t have to ride with him, she thought. She had her own car and could come and go as she chose.
Only there would always be someone right behind her. Men like Alex, there waiting patently in the blue car, working in shifts so that the heiress to one of America’s biggest empires couldn’t make an unattended move. Or have one made against her.
Sure, she’d tried to show the men up or get away from their watchful eyes. Once Denise had even seduced one of her watchers. She couldn’t remember now who it had been, possibly it was Alex. She had hoped to get one of them on her side. To turn him with her womanly charms so he’d forget to look after her once in awhile. It didn’t work.
Her father did find it amusing though. Giving her points for using the skills and opportunities available to her to get what she wanted out of life. Dad’s kind words somehow didn’t make her feel any better.
Denise had even managed to give the boys the slip on a couple of occasions. And in reprisal her father had assigned an even larger army of men to look after her. Making them so blatantly obvious as a protective shroud covering her, Denise broke down and promised she’d be “a good girl” from now on.
Daddy had won again. Daddy always won. Honoring her word, Denise no longer tried to ditch her watch dogs. But it didn’t mean she had to like them. Or pay any attention to them. Denise did her best to ignore the fact the man existed as she walked around the back fender of her car. Not doing as much as glancing towards his car as she dug the keys from her purse. “Excuse me… Miss?”
Her head spun. Denise felt scared and embarrassed all in that one breathe. She had been so intent on not paying attention to Alex, she’d never noticed there could have been anyone else on the street. Let alone one as big as this man. He was huge!
“Yes?” Her response was completely automatic. One to give Denise the time she needed to get herself back under control.
“You’re perfect,” the man said, taking Denise by surprise once more with his strange statement.
Before she could give it much thought, his hand came up quickly. There was a small aerosol spray can held in his fingers. He gave Denise one blast of spray in the face before she could say another word. Or move.
She wanted to wipe whatever the stuff was off her face, only her hand wouldn’t move. Just like the way her feet refused to move her away from the man with the strange leer on his face.
Her mouth wouldn’t even open so she could scream!
Pure, stupefying panic hit Denise as she slowly discovered she couldn’t make her body do a single thing. Not one of her muscles would work for her. Still she was ready to fight. Her lungs were sucking in extra air, gathering up all the oxygen she could to fuel whatever burst of energy she’d need to escape this man.
“Don’t,” he warned. “Settle down, you’ll only hyperventilate or choke yourself. There’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
He held up the aerosol can so she could get a better look at it. “Stuff works instantly. Effects the nervous system. Interrupts all the signals sent out by the brain having to do with voluntary movement. All the involuntary stuff like breathing and keeping your heart pumping still work, but that’s about it.”
Denise wanted to shake her head at the sound of such foolishness. Finding it hard not to laugh at the guy. She’d like to do anything at that point, but what he said seemed to be true. Her body was betraying her by refusing to do a single thing she asked it. She noticed her eyes would still blink when they dried out, and her breathing seemed to do fine by it’s self, only Denise had no control over any of it.
For the first time in her life she was happy she had a body guard. Denise couldn’t wait for Alex to see she was in trouble. Wanting him to come rescue her. In fact she prayed it would be soon, so he’d get her to a doctor.
The man holding her was making some gestures. Waving his arms around and Denise heard the sound of an engine starting up. A van pulled up next to her car, blocking off sight of their bodies from the street. But Alex still hadn’t made a move. It was dark enough and the street was so quiet, none of these homeowners would ever know a kidnapping was going on until they read about it in tomorrows paper. That didn’t explain why Alex hadn’t taken notice. So where the fuck was he?
The stranger took his hands off of Denise, her heart skipping a beat as she prepared herself to make a break for it. Only she still couldn’t move! She couldn’t even make herself fall over. She was stuck in place as her captor talked to the driver of the van. The van pulled forward and parked right next to Alex’s car. The stranger came back, picking Denise up with ease and carrying her over to the company sedan. Denise saw Alex was at his post, sitting behind the wheel. Only he wasn’t moving.
OH SHIT! Denise thought. They’ve got him too!
“Hurry up and get the damn camera,” her gigantic captor ordered. “I want to get us the fuck out of here before we’re spotted.”
Denise heard the other person as he rummaged around inside the van. She also saw as the stranger leaned her up against the sedan, his hands moving towards the front of her blouse.
“Time for the unveiling,” he grinned in a sick way as he took hold of the material with both hands, and pulled. Ripping her blouse in half!
Again Denise wanted to run, or at the very least try and cover herself up. Better yet, she’d love the chance to kick this guy in the nuts! But she was powerless to do a damn thing to prevent this big, strong man from tearing her clothes off. He didn’t waste any time in unhooking her bra either as he snapped it into pieces.
Or else he enjoyed demonstrating how helpless Denise was by taking her body inch by humiliating inch.
He wasn’t only ripping her clothes off, he was shredding her pride away in layers. And laughing at her helplessness as he did it!
The other man was climbing out of the van. He hurried over with two cameras hanging from straps slung over his shoulders. One was a 35 mm and the other was an instant camera. Both looked like toys because this second man looked just as big and strong as her captor was. A thought Denise didn’t find very comforting.
“Now get his pants open and fish his cock out!” The new man looked at Denise’s exposed tits, then down to the camera he had in his hand. “Ahh, come on Andy! Why do I have to do that part? How come I never get to do the girl?”
“Cause I’m fucking in charge. And if you don’t do it, I’ll knock your fucking teeth out. Is that clear?”
“Yeah, yeah. Big talk… big man.” The muttering helper opened the driver’s door and started working on Alex while Andy continued stripping Denise down. “Like to see you mouth off to the boss like that. Then you’d…”
“Shut the fuck up! Just get his cock out. And get it looking hard while you’re down there, maggot!”
Denise couldn’t help but wonder at the strength of the men who were taking her. From their looks they had to be body builders or something. The one called Andy certainly was showing no problems in manhandling her around. At the moment he had her slung over his shoulder, easily pulling off her shoes and socks. It also turned out to be a good position for him to yank off her jeans and panties.
Leaving her as naked as a newborn in his arms.
And just as helpless!
“Ok, it’s show time.”
Andy’s buddy was more than happy to move out of the way so Denise could be set down to the ground next to open car door. It was just as if the man was bending around a Barbie doll as he twisted Denise into the pose he wanted. It didn’t take much to get her down to her knees. Posing her to make it appear as if she were leaning over to take Alex’s cock into her open mouth.
They were both the perfect models. Neither Denise or Alex could move by themselves. And the cameras focused on them clicked away. First one, then the other.
“Did you get both of their faces in the shot?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, yeah. I know what I’m doing. I got it all. He even looks like he’s having a good time. See for yourself,” the helper said wistfully as he looked at the beautiful girl, handing some of the instant photos back over his shoulder to Andy.
“Great. Get another couple just to be sure. And hey, why not get artistic?”
Andy moved one of Alex’s hands around so it looked like he was fondling one of Denise’s boobs. Then he turned the blonde around so he could move her hand down between her legs.
“Wow! That’s one hot babe there,” the photographer said. “Gets so hot while she’s blowing the guy, she can’t keep her fingers out of her snatch!” Denise wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated. She hated being a prisoner in her own body like this.
“Don’t worry. Your friend there don’t know a thing. We used a different kind of drug on him. He’s just gonna wake up with his pud hanging out and a lot of explaining to do,” Alex explained. Making it sound as if he was meaning to comfort Denise.
Only he wasn’t!
This might be the most embarrassing situation she’d ever been in, but if Alex had been awake during it, he’d be able to tell her father how terrible it had been for her. Then Denise’s father would tear up the country side searching for her.
“O.K. enough of this shit!” Andy grabbed hold of Denise, lifting up off the ground. “Get the back door open.”
The photographer quickly obeyed, getting out Andy’s way as he shoved past with Denise in his arms. The big man wasn’t exactly gentle as he laid the naked girl down on the back seat.
After the thump of hitting the hard springs, Denise was quick to notice that just because she couldn’t move didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain. It almost seemed as if her nerves were more sensitive than usual. Signaling to her if her body couldn’t operate normally, it concentrated on whatever sensations it could find.
Even worse was as much as she hated it, Denise’s body was tingling with every touch of Andy’s hands!
Hands that were everywhere on her smooth skin as the muscle bound creep posed her once more. He had her laying across the rear bench seat, legs spread and ready for a good filling.
“Naw! Can’t see her face good enough. Get me something to lean her against,” Andy snarled.
The other man pulled a canvas sports bag out of the van and handed it to Andy. “Yeah, perfect,” the big man said as he jammed it in behind the girl’s back. Raising her head and shoulders for the cameras to look at.
The photographer snapped off some quick shots of Denise rubbing and squeezing her breasts, fingering her clit, and then a few of her begging her unseen lover to come do her hard.
“Great. Now let’s get the hell out of here. We’ve been pushing our luck as it is.”
Andy looked over a handful of the instant pictures, pulling out some of the raunchiest ones which he tucked into the jacket pocket of Alex’s suit. He tossed two more onto the front seat just for good measure. Reaching into the back seat, two large hands pulled Denise out. Easily muscling her onto a thin pad in the back of the waiting van.
Denise lay exactly where Andy placed her, straining to get her body to move in any fashion at all. Not meeting with the slightest success.
Silently screaming curses at the man in her mind for having spread her out like this. Denise tried once more to close legs which were wide open. Leaving her pussy open for anyone to look at. Or take!
She heard the slamming of car doors and felt as Andy climbed into the back of the van with her.
“Come on! Get us the hell out of here!” he shouted.
The engine roared to life, the van bolting forward. But it didn’t get far before Andy yelled out again. “STOP! Forgot the fucking bag!”
Braking, the photographer threw the van in reverse. Andy jumped out the side door, returning seconds later with the canvas bag in his hand.
“The boss would have had both of our asses if you’d left this behind,” Andy growled. “ME?! What makes it my fault? You were…”
“Shut-the-fuck-up and drive!” The van took off once more, going fast but not quick enough to burn rubber. Not doing a thing to draw attention to them as they made their retreat.
Andy gave a quick check to his watch. “Still got about twelve minutes before I gotta listen to you bitch again,” he said to Denise.
It wasn’t hard for her to see how he was looking her body over. Even in the dim light she could see the bulge of the man’s growing erection. Andy was making no secret of the fact he wanted her.
His intentions became more clear as he tugged down the zipper on his pants. Hauling out the biggest damn cocks Denise had ever imagined!
If it weren’t for the fact she had no choice in what was going on here, if she had met this man in a bar and had discovered by accident how large his male equipment was, she might have been willing to be the one doing the jumping. Just to see if it was real.
As it was, Denise was filled with loathing. There was no way she wanted any part of the massive side of beef heading her way. She only wished she had use of her body again. That she had some way to ward this man off before he…
Fell down on top of her!
His cock heading right between the thighs he had so thoughtfully opened earlier. Slicing so deeply into her, Denise would have been howling in ecstasy, or pain, if she could have opened her mouth.
Or ripping his eyes out if she could have moved her hands!
All of her automatic responses were certainly working. Her body had already been responding from Andy’s touch. By the time she had seen his cock moving towards her, Denise’s pussy was sopping wet, eager to try and take his giant sized cock on.
Whether she wanted to or not, Denise was going to give Andy the fucking he wanted!
“Oh yeah, we’re gonna be good friends. Real good friends,” the frantically humping man promised.
Right before he shot her full with his cum!
It had been another lunch time spent at the gym. Nothing special, but then it rarely was. Leslie and Kay came here as often as they could but they certainly didn’t need to do so just to maintain their figures. The lovely twosome got far more exercise in other ways then they could ever hope to match in a quick lunch hour visit to the health club.
Either of them could have run any of the aerobic instructors into the ground, reducing them to sweat soaked blobs of panting flesh before breaking a sweat themselves.
No, they mostly went so they could keep a watchful eye on their competition. Other women that is. To stay competitive you had to keep up with your enemy. Or at least know what she looks like.
More often than not it turned into a case of having every other female member hating the sight of them walking in the door. And all it because of the attention they drew to themselves. There wasn’t a man in the place who didn’t look.
Which, of course, was the other reason Leslie and Kay went there. One could never be too sure where your next play mate might come from. Neither girl could think of a good reason not for having a hard bodied male, or two, warming up on stand-by alert. And if you had a chance to see them half naked in a place like this, it made the picking and choosing so much easier.
Still, it turned out to be only a so-so day. The girls didn’t see anyone they couldn’t live without fucking. So before one of them grabbed some hunk out of boredom, they decided to get back to the office. Their work was within easy walking distance, and the stroll would be nice on such a warm, pleasant day.
The others who had been in the super advanced aerobics course were still reaching for oxygen bottles, but Leslie and Kay didn’t have so much as a bit of moisture on their foreheads. So they didn’t see much of a reason to change before heading back to the office. They’d change later.
Of course calling what they wore for working out clothes was being more than generous. The halter tops were maybe as big as a those of a fashionable swim suit. Maybe. But then the thin spandex showed much more nipple pucker than most swim suits would. The matching spandex bottoms could easily be classified as a bikini, with only the fact that both girls were wearing tights underneath keeping them at all legal as they wandered along the busy sidewalk.
No matter how you looked at them, and everyone along the way was, these two were sexy as hell!
Something they took in stride as they continued their walk. Chit chatting away until the front door of the building in front of them burst open, and a rushing body came running out.
“Out’a da fuck’n way!” the running man yelled.
Nearby people responded quickly to him, yelling as they did so. His masked features didn’t warrant much respect, so it was probably because of the gun in his hand that got their attention.
The man was in such a hurry to get out of the bank building, yelling and waving his gun around, that he wasn’t spending much time looking where he was going. No sooner had he cleared the doorway until he ran right into Leslie and Kay. Slamming hard into the redheaded Kay before he could stop himself.
Or bring the gun to bare on her. “Hey! Watch it!” Kay yelled. Her arms were already moving. Coming up quickly with both, Kay had one hand closing over the arm holding the gun, as the other knocked the weapon up at an angle away from herself and most of the people still standing around on the street.
She hadn’t been expecting anything like this, and now that she was off balance, Kay was in the wrong position to disarm the man, or flip him away from her. So Kay went limp, letting the man’s forward momentum carry him on down to the ground as she pulled on his arm. The two of them falling into a tangle of arms and legs.
“Fuck you bitch! Let go of me!” the gunman yelled as he tried to roll away, only Kay wasn’t about to let go of the gun.
“Whatever happened to manners? Nobody ever says sorry anymore,” she complained loudly as she tried to get her legs out from under the man.
The bank door had opened with a second gunman running out. He wasn’t moving nearly as quickly after seeing his buddy go down. At first the second man thought his friend had only been clumsy and had fallen down. A thought he quickly changed as he saw Leslie moving towards him.
“You could save us all a lot of trouble if you just drop the gun now,” the brunette said as she closed in on him.
“You got trouble alright!” She had to be kidding him. Who did this half naked bimbo think she was dealing with? The man leveled his gun right at Leslie’s belly, his finger pulling on the trigger.
Only she wasn’t there when the bullet fired. She had tucked her legs up and was throwing herself at his legs. Bowling him over as she struck him at the knees.
Kay’s attacker had come to the conclusion he wasn’t going to be able to pull the gun out of the girl’s surprisingly firm grip, so instead of running, he threw himself on top of her. Hoping that if he smacked her around a bit she might change her mind about letting go.
His greater weight was on her all wrong and Kay had problems getting her free hand up to protect herself. As the two of them squirmed around on the sidewalk, the rough concrete was rasping at her back.
And not doing much good for the spandex she wore!
Snagging and ripping it apart in back. As she wriggled around, and the material didn’t, her halter was pulled up over her breasts!
Suddenly the crowd which had been running for cover, started moving back. Or at least the males did. Rubbing their eyes in disbelieve as they came.
Leslie had her man down on the ground. His gun had flown from his hand when he hit the cement hard. Most of the air was forced from his lungs at the same time. Leslie’s body was still tumbling forward as the third gunman opened the bank door. Hitting Leslie in the head with the metal edge, stunning her.
“All of you get back! Do it or she gets it right now!” gunman number three ordered. He had a young female teller held in his arm, and he was aiming a gun at her in a most menacing way.
The teller was terrified. Trembling in his arms, with tears running down her cheeks. If the thief hadn’t had his arm wrapped around her waist, she would have dropped to the ground.
With a squeal of tortured rubber, a car came skidding up to the curb. The driver got a good look at the sprawled out bodies and let out a curse. Charging out of the car to help comrades.
“Come on! The place will be crawling with cops in a few seconds!” the driver shouted. He circled the care, opening both passenger side doors.
A moaning Leslie was still trying to shake some sense back into her hurting skull as the third gunman pulled his crying hostage past her. The man she had taken down was reaching for his gun as he struggled to get back on his feet. He was far from happy with what the sexy dark haired slip of a girl had done to him, or how she had embarrassed him. But with their get-a-way car sitting there waiting, he saw a window of escape which was much more interesting to him then a chance of getting even with Leslie was.
The driver was over helping to pull the first man out of Kay’s grasp. Between the two of them yanking at her, the shredded spandex outfit gave up completely. Both of her beautiful breasts were out in the open for the world to appreciate, and her bikini bottom wasn’t about to last for much longer.
With his knee in her belly, the gunman kicked himself away from the fighting redhead. But he lost hold on his gun at the same time.
Kay had been forcing his wrist back at such a painful angle for so long, he could hardly feel his fingers any longer, let alone take a good grip on the steel. The gun hit the sidewalk and slid under a parked car.
“Forget it! And forget her… let’s get the hell out of here!” the driver yelled as he pulled himself away from the reaching Kay.
The gunman grunted. He realty wanted to take another kick or punch at the girl for showing him up like this. If she weren’t so damn feisty, he’d like to take her along. With the pair of tits she had he was sure she could be a lot of fun.
As the two men headed for the car, Kay turned to check on Leslie. The brunette was still looking groggy and wasn’t moving very fast. Kay let the crooks two and three get freely past her as she headed over to see how her friend really was. Arriving next to the door just as it opened again. A man with two large, heavy canvas sacks hanging from one arm came out.
A hand grenade clenched in his fist! “Fucking back away! I don’t want to see anything but clear space in front of me!” the big man screamed.
Followed quickly by a scream from the bank teller. The goon holding her was waving his gun around in an effort to help clear people back. The plan wasn’t going down right, and the gunman looked nervous enough to start shooting at any second.
Kay had narrowly missed being hit by the swinging door. Now she was behind the armed thief with the loot, helping to pull Leslie up to her knees.
“Which do you want?” Kay whispered in her partner’s ear.
“With the way my head is spinning, I can’t even tell how many there are,” Leslie grumbled.
“In that case you get the easy one. Take the guy with the grenade.”
“You’re too kind.”
Kay slipped one of her sneakers off and pulled her arm back to throw. The crook holding the canvas money bags was big enough for Kay to hide behind until the very last second. The goon waving his gun around was having problems loading his hostage into the back of the car and watching the crowd at the same time. The teller had gone limp, paralyzed with fear, and now her body was folding in all the wrong ways for him to try stuffing her in the back seat.
It left him standing with his gun hand outstretched out at his side. Not an easy target for Kay to throw at, but the man was too far away for her to simply rush without risking the gun going off.
It was more the shock of being hit then the actual force of the blow that caused the robber to drop his gun. His fingers were frantically grabbing at the ground to recover his weapon, as Kay’s mostly naked body sprang towards him.
Flashing right past the man with the grenade.
“What the…! I warned you people!” the money man yelled out.
He tried reaching for the charging girl, but Kay had too much of a lead. It also meant he was looking in the wrong direction while Leslie made up her mind which of the male images in front of her might be the real one. She reached up for the money bags and yanked, swinging the crook back towards the bank.
“WHAT THE…! You stupid cunt!”
Leslie still had a good grip on the canvas even as the much bigger started pulling back against her. He was starting to lift her up and Leslie knew she had to do something about that before the advantage turned back to him.
She collapsed her legs under her, falling to the ground hard on her butt. Somehow she maintained a hold on the money bags. Twisting on her hip she was able to get her feet braced against the side of the doorway. Using it to kick her body away with.
Leslie’s tights and bikini were turned into no more than brightly colored spandex ribbons as she scooted along the rough sidewalk butt first. By keeping hold of the canvas she also jerked the big man off balance and made him drop to one knee. “You stupid cunt! I’ll kill you!” he screamed as he pulled the pin from the grenade.
Kay heard the man’s yell also. Her body had followed the same trajectory as her thrown shoe, with her body arriving only an instant later. She hit the now gunless man in the small of the back, pushing him against the car. His jaw cracked loudly as it smacked against the steel door frame.
Kay’s fingers closed over the wrist of the bank teller. It took two precious seconds before the girl realized she was being rescued and actually helped move her own body away from the unconscious crook.
Two long seconds during which a grenade was being stuffed into Leslie’s halter top!
“You girls like getting a big one, well here’s the biggest screwing you’ll ever get!” the man snarled as he pushed Leslie away. Her head hitting loudly on the side of the building. The world went into slow motion for the brunette as her head filled with colors, stars and bright hot pain!
The guy didn’t try to get his feet under him, he just threw himself towards the car. Making a mad dash for the open front door. Having to get to safety before the grenade went off.
Kay was dragging the trembling bank teller over to Leslie as fast and hard as she could pull. In her head she could hear the timer clicking down.
“Get… Get inside,” Leslie muttered, to weak to make more than a fumbling move towards her chest.
Kay wanted to help. Needing to do something, but there wasn’t any time left. She shouted over her shoulder, “Get down, get clear! GRENADE!”
Then she threw herself through the front door of the bank, teller first.
Leslie was up on her knees. Both hands were on her chest fighting the tight spandex. Whipping the clinging material out of the way, she got hold of the deadly egg. With one flick of her wrist she tossed the grenade away.
Right under the getaway car!
A hand closing over her ankle just as…
BLAM!
First, the grenade went off, splintering the car.
Then… BLAM!
A second explosion erupted as the car’s gas tank ignited.
Miraculously no one was injured, except for the bank robbers who went up with their car.
Leslie had been snared by Kay and dragged into the safety of the bank building just before the fire ball and debris reached her.
Leslie and Kay were smiling at each other. Laying all but naked on the floor as the bank guards quickly reacted to what just happened.
Aiming their guns at the girls and ordering them to remain where they were. Keeping them like that until the police showed up minutes later. The men in blue swooped in and snapped handcuffs on both women as the guards explained about the fight they had seen outside. The best they could figure it, there must have been a falling out amongst thieves. The one thing they all agreed on was it had been the dark haired girl who set off the explosive. She had to be a part of it! Unfortunately, the teller who had been taken hostage had fainted the instant the grenade went off, so she was unable to confirm the story one way or the other.
Nobody had an explanation as to why the women bank robbers would be nearly nude, but there also weren’t many complaints about it. Soon the lone, brave guard pointing a gun at the two busty felons as he watched over them with an eagle eye, was joined by other helpful eyes.
Many, many pairs of them!
All of them watching to make sure the women didn’t try anything that the men would miss out on, or would have a chance to participate in. There wasn’t a man in the building who wasn’t hoping for a chance to be hero by throwing himself onto one of the cuffed girls. Doing it only at risk of life and limb to prevent them from escaping of course.
The fire engine and police transport trucks arrived out in front of the bank at about the same time. It took the fire crew longer than usual to get things under hand. They had stopped first to offer their aid to the police as Leslie and Kay were loaded into the paddy wagon, not feeling sure the number of blue uniforms was equal to the task of securing this dangerous duo.
It took a good deal of wrestling. Most of with was forcing the men still straining to get a good look at the fabulously nude females back out of the truck, before the heavy doors clanged shut and were locked.
Kay and Leslie sat opposite each other, hands still cuffed behind their backs, and there was a police officer sitting next to each of them.
The truck was hardly in gear before Kay turned toward the officer assigned to guard her. “You know it really wasn’t our fault.” Her lower lip was trembling slightly. Making her look so sad and troubled, softly innocent. “And it’s so cold sitting here like this.”
Leslie leaned back against the wall of the truck, her eyes scrunching closed. Oh God, she thought. Here it comes.
“I’m so very, very cold.” Kay’s soft eyes were silently pleading with the patrol man. “Are they turning blue yet?” Her body had turned at the waist and Kay was thrusting both of her exposed breasts directly at the man.
“What? You mean your… Well they’re… I mean,” he stammered. Zeroing his eyes in one the lush mounds as if he hadn’t noticed her state of undress before.
“I can hardly feel a thing, they’re so cold. You don’t think I’ll get gangrene?” Kay pouted.
I’m going to be sick, Leslie thought. For as long as she had known Kay, the girl simply had no self control. She couldn’t be around a cute guy for longer than five seconds before her pussy began to pucker up. It was embarrassing!
“I… I don’t think so. It sure would be a waste though,” the man said thoughtfully.
“Couldn’t you check for me? I’m so worried.” Those pleading eyes of hers could melt even Donald Trump’s heart.
“Well I guess…” He wasn’t sure this was part of his line of duty, but he was supposed to make sure she made it down to the station safely and in one piece. His hand came out to lightly brush over one of Kay’s full chest mounds. It was far from cold.
“The other one is cold too,” a breathy voice reminded him.
The officer nodded. He felt rather silly for not having thought of that himself as he reached out with his other hand so he could test both breasts at the same time.
“Oooh! That’s so much better. But I’m afraid I’m cold in so many places.”
Somehow without moving her chest from his hands, Kay twisted the rest of her body around on the bench seat. Her legs spreading slightly as she did so, and a tuft of her red pubic hair poked out from the tattered remains of her tights.
“Where else are you cold?” the officer asked helpfully.
“All over. Oh I wish I could show you exactly where,” she said in a little girl whine.
This is too much! Doesn’t she have the slightest trace of self respect? How can she act like this? Leslie asked herself. But she already knew the answer. Kay had the morals of an alley cat in heat.
“What about here?”
The officer slid one hand down along the trim edge of Kay’s rib cage. The other hand of course stayed right on her breast. Couldn’t run the risk of frost bite occurring while he was checking her. What would the Captain say?
“Yes. There and everywhere.”
It didn’t take long before the testing hand was nestled between Kay’s widely spread thighs. The torn tights didn’t hamper the officer’s fingers a bit as he checked around for more signs of frost bite. “OOOHHH YES! Oh I’m feeling warmer already. You’re so cleaver.”
Kay twisted her body around so she was leaning back against the cute officer. During this transition, his hand never left the tight confines of her female junction. His two inserted fingers being held firmly in place.
“You’re so very… very… cleaver,” she said in a husky, sexy voice.
Her lips were on his chin, lightly kissing as they made their way up to his mouth. Her tongue softly parted his lips, then bravely invaded his waiting mouth. Her hands being cuffed didn’t prevent Kay’s fingers from working his zipper open, or pulling out his cock.
“If just your fingers can make me feel warm, I wonder what this could do?” she asked as she massaged his dick into a full erection. “Well… I don’t…”
“Well I do!”
Kay was up, spinning her legs around and sitting back down on his lap. His cock sinking right into her wet pussy before the officer knew what was happening.
The guard next to Leslie looked like he was watching a tennis game. His head kept bouncing from side to side as he looked at what was happening across the way, then over to the dark haired nymph next to him.
Leslie noticed and couldn’t help but think, “Don’t even think about it scum ball. Just because Kay’s always in rut doesn’t mean I am. I have self control. I respect myself.”
“How about you?” her leering officer asked. “Are you cold?”
Leslie didn’t answer. Still leaning back against the side of the truck, she closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at him anymore. She felt insulted that the man could even compare her to Kay in such a disgusting way.
“Well maybe we better just give you a quick check over anyway,” the man offered.
His style was different from that of his partner. First he didn’t waste any time in getting started. Second, he believed oral temperature testing might be more accurate. Leaning over, he took one of Leslie’s nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily.
He pulled her legs apart with one hand, shoving two fingers into her pussy with the other!
“NO… DON’T!” she begged as she squirmed around under his pressing weight.
“What’s wrong?” he growled, hoping he hadn’t gotten the wrong girl.
“I… don’t you…”
“Yeah, what?” Damn it! Jerry was going to get fucked, and fucked good, while I sit here having to jerk off because this cold fish doesn’t want to put out.
His fingers were still pumping in and out of Leslie’s pussy, which was sure wet enough.
“Don’t you… Don’t you think we could fuck better if you got your cock out for me?”
The guy almost hurt himself as he pulled his pants off. It took him three stabs before he had the girl speared on his rod. After that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy. She was moving and humping around enough for the both of them.
Leslie was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic fuck. It made all the pain in her head go away. And best of all, she still had her dignity.
She wasn’t some easy slut like Kay.
Hell, the man had all but raped her, right?
She’d held him off for as long as she could, now all she could do was make the best of the situation.
God, but it was nice getting out of the office for lunch.
What upset her was the man sitting in the plain car parked out at the front curb. She had known the driver of the car for two years longer then she had know Stacy. And she hated that as well! It was a situation made worse because she knew it wouldn’t be changing in the near future. It was only part of the price she paid for being born into an incredibly rich family. One headed by a tyrannical father who demanded twenty-four hour security for the entire family, seven days a week. Not that Dad gave a damn about anything she did. Her watch dog wasn’t there to keep Denise sweet and chaste. No notice was ever paid to any report made back to Charles Albertson about any sexual romps or wild parties she attended. Nothing was ever said to her, and probably wouldn’t. Unless she suddenly wanted to find out what life as a mass murder was like.
But then, that was the reason she was so closely watched. To make sure Denise never got into a position that could even accidentally soil the family name, or drag it through the mud of unwanted press.
Long before things got to that point where photographers could get anything which could be potentiality damaging, no matter what her condition was, Denise would be swooped away and returned to the safety of the family estate.
She was also watched to make sure no one tried to use her against her father. The value of the family name and fortune was of greater importance to Charles Albertson then Denise or her happiness.
She hated it. Always had, but Denise was used to it. Putting up with this dreadful treatment only because she had no choice in matter. It was all part of the reason why she enjoyed being around Stacy. Compared to her own, the girl’s life was so “normal”, so ordinary. All the things Denise would never know about until her father finally died.
Denise did her best not to think about the man sitting in the front seat of the plain blue sedan. At least she didn’t have to ride with him, she thought. She had her own car and could come and go as she chose.
Only there would always be someone right behind her. Men like Alex, there waiting patently in the blue car, working in shifts so that the heiress to one of America’s biggest empires couldn’t make an unattended move. Or have one made against her.
Sure, she’d tried to show the men up or get away from their watchful eyes. Once Denise had even seduced one of her watchers. She couldn’t remember now who it had been, possibly it was Alex. She had hoped to get one of them on her side. To turn him with her womanly charms so he’d forget to look after her once in awhile. It didn’t work.
Her father did find it amusing though. Giving her points for using the skills and opportunities available to her to get what she wanted out of life. Dad’s kind words somehow didn’t make her feel any better.
Denise had even managed to give the boys the slip on a couple of occasions. And in reprisal her father had assigned an even larger army of men to look after her. Making them so blatantly obvious as a protective shroud covering her, Denise broke down and promised she’d be “a good girl” from now on.
Daddy had won again. Daddy always won. Honoring her word, Denise no longer tried to ditch her watch dogs. But it didn’t mean she had to like them. Or pay any attention to them. Denise did her best to ignore the fact the man existed as she walked around the back fender of her car. Not doing as much as glancing towards his car as she dug the keys from her purse. “Excuse me… Miss?”
Her head spun. Denise felt scared and embarrassed all in that one breathe. She had been so intent on not paying attention to Alex, she’d never noticed there could have been anyone else on the street. Let alone one as big as this man. He was huge!
“Yes?” Her response was completely automatic. One to give Denise the time she needed to get herself back under control.
“You’re perfect,” the man said, taking Denise by surprise once more with his strange statement.
Before she could give it much thought, his hand came up quickly. There was a small aerosol spray can held in his fingers. He gave Denise one blast of spray in the face before she could say another word. Or move.
She wanted to wipe whatever the stuff was off her face, only her hand wouldn’t move. Just like the way her feet refused to move her away from the man with the strange leer on his face.
Her mouth wouldn’t even open so she could scream!
Pure, stupefying panic hit Denise as she slowly discovered she couldn’t make her body do a single thing. Not one of her muscles would work for her. Still she was ready to fight. Her lungs were sucking in extra air, gathering up all the oxygen she could to fuel whatever burst of energy she’d need to escape this man.
“Don’t,” he warned. “Settle down, you’ll only hyperventilate or choke yourself. There’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
He held up the aerosol can so she could get a better look at it. “Stuff works instantly. Effects the nervous system. Interrupts all the signals sent out by the brain having to do with voluntary movement. All the involuntary stuff like breathing and keeping your heart pumping still work, but that’s about it.”
Denise wanted to shake her head at the sound of such foolishness. Finding it hard not to laugh at the guy. She’d like to do anything at that point, but what he said seemed to be true. Her body was betraying her by refusing to do a single thing she asked it. She noticed her eyes would still blink when they dried out, and her breathing seemed to do fine by it’s self, only Denise had no control over any of it.
For the first time in her life she was happy she had a body guard. Denise couldn’t wait for Alex to see she was in trouble. Wanting him to come rescue her. In fact she prayed it would be soon, so he’d get her to a doctor.
The man holding her was making some gestures. Waving his arms around and Denise heard the sound of an engine starting up. A van pulled up next to her car, blocking off sight of their bodies from the street. But Alex still hadn’t made a move. It was dark enough and the street was so quiet, none of these homeowners would ever know a kidnapping was going on until they read about it in tomorrows paper. That didn’t explain why Alex hadn’t taken notice. So where the fuck was he?
The stranger took his hands off of Denise, her heart skipping a beat as she prepared herself to make a break for it. Only she still couldn’t move! She couldn’t even make herself fall over. She was stuck in place as her captor talked to the driver of the van. The van pulled forward and parked right next to Alex’s car. The stranger came back, picking Denise up with ease and carrying her over to the company sedan. Denise saw Alex was at his post, sitting behind the wheel. Only he wasn’t moving.
OH SHIT! Denise thought. They’ve got him too!
“Hurry up and get the damn camera,” her gigantic captor ordered. “I want to get us the fuck out of here before we’re spotted.”
Denise heard the other person as he rummaged around inside the van. She also saw as the stranger leaned her up against the sedan, his hands moving towards the front of her blouse.
“Time for the unveiling,” he grinned in a sick way as he took hold of the material with both hands, and pulled. Ripping her blouse in half!
Again Denise wanted to run, or at the very least try and cover herself up. Better yet, she’d love the chance to kick this guy in the nuts! But she was powerless to do a damn thing to prevent this big, strong man from tearing her clothes off. He didn’t waste any time in unhooking her bra either as he snapped it into pieces.
Or else he enjoyed demonstrating how helpless Denise was by taking her body inch by humiliating inch.
He wasn’t only ripping her clothes off, he was shredding her pride away in layers. And laughing at her helplessness as he did it!
The other man was climbing out of the van. He hurried over with two cameras hanging from straps slung over his shoulders. One was a 35 mm and the other was an instant camera. Both looked like toys because this second man looked just as big and strong as her captor was. A thought Denise didn’t find very comforting.
“Now get his pants open and fish his cock out!” The new man looked at Denise’s exposed tits, then down to the camera he had in his hand. “Ahh, come on Andy! Why do I have to do that part? How come I never get to do the girl?”
“Cause I’m fucking in charge. And if you don’t do it, I’ll knock your fucking teeth out. Is that clear?”
“Yeah, yeah. Big talk… big man.” The muttering helper opened the driver’s door and started working on Alex while Andy continued stripping Denise down. “Like to see you mouth off to the boss like that. Then you’d…”
“Shut the fuck up! Just get his cock out. And get it looking hard while you’re down there, maggot!”
Denise couldn’t help but wonder at the strength of the men who were taking her. From their looks they had to be body builders or something. The one called Andy certainly was showing no problems in manhandling her around. At the moment he had her slung over his shoulder, easily pulling off her shoes and socks. It also turned out to be a good position for him to yank off her jeans and panties.
Leaving her as naked as a newborn in his arms.
And just as helpless!
“Ok, it’s show time.”
Andy’s buddy was more than happy to move out of the way so Denise could be set down to the ground next to open car door. It was just as if the man was bending around a Barbie doll as he twisted Denise into the pose he wanted. It didn’t take much to get her down to her knees. Posing her to make it appear as if she were leaning over to take Alex’s cock into her open mouth.
They were both the perfect models. Neither Denise or Alex could move by themselves. And the cameras focused on them clicked away. First one, then the other.
“Did you get both of their faces in the shot?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, yeah. I know what I’m doing. I got it all. He even looks like he’s having a good time. See for yourself,” the helper said wistfully as he looked at the beautiful girl, handing some of the instant photos back over his shoulder to Andy.
“Great. Get another couple just to be sure. And hey, why not get artistic?”
Andy moved one of Alex’s hands around so it looked like he was fondling one of Denise’s boobs. Then he turned the blonde around so he could move her hand down between her legs.
“Wow! That’s one hot babe there,” the photographer said. “Gets so hot while she’s blowing the guy, she can’t keep her fingers out of her snatch!” Denise wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated. She hated being a prisoner in her own body like this.
“Don’t worry. Your friend there don’t know a thing. We used a different kind of drug on him. He’s just gonna wake up with his pud hanging out and a lot of explaining to do,” Alex explained. Making it sound as if he was meaning to comfort Denise.
Only he wasn’t!
This might be the most embarrassing situation she’d ever been in, but if Alex had been awake during it, he’d be able to tell her father how terrible it had been for her. Then Denise’s father would tear up the country side searching for her.
“O.K. enough of this shit!” Andy grabbed hold of Denise, lifting up off the ground. “Get the back door open.”
The photographer quickly obeyed, getting out Andy’s way as he shoved past with Denise in his arms. The big man wasn’t exactly gentle as he laid the naked girl down on the back seat.
After the thump of hitting the hard springs, Denise was quick to notice that just because she couldn’t move didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain. It almost seemed as if her nerves were more sensitive than usual. Signaling to her if her body couldn’t operate normally, it concentrated on whatever sensations it could find.
Even worse was as much as she hated it, Denise’s body was tingling with every touch of Andy’s hands!
Hands that were everywhere on her smooth skin as the muscle bound creep posed her once more. He had her laying across the rear bench seat, legs spread and ready for a good filling.
“Naw! Can’t see her face good enough. Get me something to lean her against,” Andy snarled.
The other man pulled a canvas sports bag out of the van and handed it to Andy. “Yeah, perfect,” the big man said as he jammed it in behind the girl’s back. Raising her head and shoulders for the cameras to look at.
The photographer snapped off some quick shots of Denise rubbing and squeezing her breasts, fingering her clit, and then a few of her begging her unseen lover to come do her hard.
“Great. Now let’s get the hell out of here. We’ve been pushing our luck as it is.”
Andy looked over a handful of the instant pictures, pulling out some of the raunchiest ones which he tucked into the jacket pocket of Alex’s suit. He tossed two more onto the front seat just for good measure. Reaching into the back seat, two large hands pulled Denise out. Easily muscling her onto a thin pad in the back of the waiting van.
Denise lay exactly where Andy placed her, straining to get her body to move in any fashion at all. Not meeting with the slightest success.
Silently screaming curses at the man in her mind for having spread her out like this. Denise tried once more to close legs which were wide open. Leaving her pussy open for anyone to look at. Or take!
She heard the slamming of car doors and felt as Andy climbed into the back of the van with her.
“Come on! Get us the hell out of here!” he shouted.
The engine roared to life, the van bolting forward. But it didn’t get far before Andy yelled out again. “STOP! Forgot the fucking bag!”
Braking, the photographer threw the van in reverse. Andy jumped out the side door, returning seconds later with the canvas bag in his hand.
“The boss would have had both of our asses if you’d left this behind,” Andy growled. “ME?! What makes it my fault? You were…”
“Shut-the-fuck-up and drive!” The van took off once more, going fast but not quick enough to burn rubber. Not doing a thing to draw attention to them as they made their retreat.
Andy gave a quick check to his watch. “Still got about twelve minutes before I gotta listen to you bitch again,” he said to Denise.
It wasn’t hard for her to see how he was looking her body over. Even in the dim light she could see the bulge of the man’s growing erection. Andy was making no secret of the fact he wanted her.
His intentions became more clear as he tugged down the zipper on his pants. Hauling out the biggest damn cocks Denise had ever imagined!
If it weren’t for the fact she had no choice in what was going on here, if she had met this man in a bar and had discovered by accident how large his male equipment was, she might have been willing to be the one doing the jumping. Just to see if it was real.
As it was, Denise was filled with loathing. There was no way she wanted any part of the massive side of beef heading her way. She only wished she had use of her body again. That she had some way to ward this man off before he…
Fell down on top of her!
His cock heading right between the thighs he had so thoughtfully opened earlier. Slicing so deeply into her, Denise would have been howling in ecstasy, or pain, if she could have opened her mouth.
Or ripping his eyes out if she could have moved her hands!
All of her automatic responses were certainly working. Her body had already been responding from Andy’s touch. By the time she had seen his cock moving towards her, Denise’s pussy was sopping wet, eager to try and take his giant sized cock on.
Whether she wanted to or not, Denise was going to give Andy the fucking he wanted!
“Oh yeah, we’re gonna be good friends. Real good friends,” the frantically humping man promised.
Right before he shot her full with his cum!
It had been another lunch time spent at the gym. Nothing special, but then it rarely was. Leslie and Kay came here as often as they could but they certainly didn’t need to do so just to maintain their figures. The lovely twosome got far more exercise in other ways then they could ever hope to match in a quick lunch hour visit to the health club.
Either of them could have run any of the aerobic instructors into the ground, reducing them to sweat soaked blobs of panting flesh before breaking a sweat themselves.
No, they mostly went so they could keep a watchful eye on their competition. Other women that is. To stay competitive you had to keep up with your enemy. Or at least know what she looks like.
More often than not it turned into a case of having every other female member hating the sight of them walking in the door. And all it because of the attention they drew to themselves. There wasn’t a man in the place who didn’t look.
Which, of course, was the other reason Leslie and Kay went there. One could never be too sure where your next play mate might come from. Neither girl could think of a good reason not for having a hard bodied male, or two, warming up on stand-by alert. And if you had a chance to see them half naked in a place like this, it made the picking and choosing so much easier.
Still, it turned out to be only a so-so day. The girls didn’t see anyone they couldn’t live without fucking. So before one of them grabbed some hunk out of boredom, they decided to get back to the office. Their work was within easy walking distance, and the stroll would be nice on such a warm, pleasant day.
The others who had been in the super advanced aerobics course were still reaching for oxygen bottles, but Leslie and Kay didn’t have so much as a bit of moisture on their foreheads. So they didn’t see much of a reason to change before heading back to the office. They’d change later.
Of course calling what they wore for working out clothes was being more than generous. The halter tops were maybe as big as a those of a fashionable swim suit. Maybe. But then the thin spandex showed much more nipple pucker than most swim suits would. The matching spandex bottoms could easily be classified as a bikini, with only the fact that both girls were wearing tights underneath keeping them at all legal as they wandered along the busy sidewalk.
No matter how you looked at them, and everyone along the way was, these two were sexy as hell!
Something they took in stride as they continued their walk. Chit chatting away until the front door of the building in front of them burst open, and a rushing body came running out.
“Out’a da fuck’n way!” the running man yelled.
Nearby people responded quickly to him, yelling as they did so. His masked features didn’t warrant much respect, so it was probably because of the gun in his hand that got their attention.
The man was in such a hurry to get out of the bank building, yelling and waving his gun around, that he wasn’t spending much time looking where he was going. No sooner had he cleared the doorway until he ran right into Leslie and Kay. Slamming hard into the redheaded Kay before he could stop himself.
Or bring the gun to bare on her. “Hey! Watch it!” Kay yelled. Her arms were already moving. Coming up quickly with both, Kay had one hand closing over the arm holding the gun, as the other knocked the weapon up at an angle away from herself and most of the people still standing around on the street.
She hadn’t been expecting anything like this, and now that she was off balance, Kay was in the wrong position to disarm the man, or flip him away from her. So Kay went limp, letting the man’s forward momentum carry him on down to the ground as she pulled on his arm. The two of them falling into a tangle of arms and legs.
“Fuck you bitch! Let go of me!” the gunman yelled as he tried to roll away, only Kay wasn’t about to let go of the gun.
“Whatever happened to manners? Nobody ever says sorry anymore,” she complained loudly as she tried to get her legs out from under the man.
The bank door had opened with a second gunman running out. He wasn’t moving nearly as quickly after seeing his buddy go down. At first the second man thought his friend had only been clumsy and had fallen down. A thought he quickly changed as he saw Leslie moving towards him.
“You could save us all a lot of trouble if you just drop the gun now,” the brunette said as she closed in on him.
“You got trouble alright!” She had to be kidding him. Who did this half naked bimbo think she was dealing with? The man leveled his gun right at Leslie’s belly, his finger pulling on the trigger.
Only she wasn’t there when the bullet fired. She had tucked her legs up and was throwing herself at his legs. Bowling him over as she struck him at the knees.
Kay’s attacker had come to the conclusion he wasn’t going to be able to pull the gun out of the girl’s surprisingly firm grip, so instead of running, he threw himself on top of her. Hoping that if he smacked her around a bit she might change her mind about letting go.
His greater weight was on her all wrong and Kay had problems getting her free hand up to protect herself. As the two of them squirmed around on the sidewalk, the rough concrete was rasping at her back.
And not doing much good for the spandex she wore!
Snagging and ripping it apart in back. As she wriggled around, and the material didn’t, her halter was pulled up over her breasts!
Suddenly the crowd which had been running for cover, started moving back. Or at least the males did. Rubbing their eyes in disbelieve as they came.
Leslie had her man down on the ground. His gun had flown from his hand when he hit the cement hard. Most of the air was forced from his lungs at the same time. Leslie’s body was still tumbling forward as the third gunman opened the bank door. Hitting Leslie in the head with the metal edge, stunning her.
“All of you get back! Do it or she gets it right now!” gunman number three ordered. He had a young female teller held in his arm, and he was aiming a gun at her in a most menacing way.
The teller was terrified. Trembling in his arms, with tears running down her cheeks. If the thief hadn’t had his arm wrapped around her waist, she would have dropped to the ground.
With a squeal of tortured rubber, a car came skidding up to the curb. The driver got a good look at the sprawled out bodies and let out a curse. Charging out of the car to help comrades.
“Come on! The place will be crawling with cops in a few seconds!” the driver shouted. He circled the care, opening both passenger side doors.
A moaning Leslie was still trying to shake some sense back into her hurting skull as the third gunman pulled his crying hostage past her. The man she had taken down was reaching for his gun as he struggled to get back on his feet. He was far from happy with what the sexy dark haired slip of a girl had done to him, or how she had embarrassed him. But with their get-a-way car sitting there waiting, he saw a window of escape which was much more interesting to him then a chance of getting even with Leslie was.
The driver was over helping to pull the first man out of Kay’s grasp. Between the two of them yanking at her, the shredded spandex outfit gave up completely. Both of her beautiful breasts were out in the open for the world to appreciate, and her bikini bottom wasn’t about to last for much longer.
With his knee in her belly, the gunman kicked himself away from the fighting redhead. But he lost hold on his gun at the same time.
Kay had been forcing his wrist back at such a painful angle for so long, he could hardly feel his fingers any longer, let alone take a good grip on the steel. The gun hit the sidewalk and slid under a parked car.
“Forget it! And forget her… let’s get the hell out of here!” the driver yelled as he pulled himself away from the reaching Kay.
The gunman grunted. He realty wanted to take another kick or punch at the girl for showing him up like this. If she weren’t so damn feisty, he’d like to take her along. With the pair of tits she had he was sure she could be a lot of fun.
As the two men headed for the car, Kay turned to check on Leslie. The brunette was still looking groggy and wasn’t moving very fast. Kay let the crooks two and three get freely past her as she headed over to see how her friend really was. Arriving next to the door just as it opened again. A man with two large, heavy canvas sacks hanging from one arm came out.
A hand grenade clenched in his fist! “Fucking back away! I don’t want to see anything but clear space in front of me!” the big man screamed.
Followed quickly by a scream from the bank teller. The goon holding her was waving his gun around in an effort to help clear people back. The plan wasn’t going down right, and the gunman looked nervous enough to start shooting at any second.
Kay had narrowly missed being hit by the swinging door. Now she was behind the armed thief with the loot, helping to pull Leslie up to her knees.
“Which do you want?” Kay whispered in her partner’s ear.
“With the way my head is spinning, I can’t even tell how many there are,” Leslie grumbled.
“In that case you get the easy one. Take the guy with the grenade.”
“You’re too kind.”
Kay slipped one of her sneakers off and pulled her arm back to throw. The crook holding the canvas money bags was big enough for Kay to hide behind until the very last second. The goon waving his gun around was having problems loading his hostage into the back of the car and watching the crowd at the same time. The teller had gone limp, paralyzed with fear, and now her body was folding in all the wrong ways for him to try stuffing her in the back seat.
It left him standing with his gun hand outstretched out at his side. Not an easy target for Kay to throw at, but the man was too far away for her to simply rush without risking the gun going off.
It was more the shock of being hit then the actual force of the blow that caused the robber to drop his gun. His fingers were frantically grabbing at the ground to recover his weapon, as Kay’s mostly naked body sprang towards him.
Flashing right past the man with the grenade.
“What the…! I warned you people!” the money man yelled out.
He tried reaching for the charging girl, but Kay had too much of a lead. It also meant he was looking in the wrong direction while Leslie made up her mind which of the male images in front of her might be the real one. She reached up for the money bags and yanked, swinging the crook back towards the bank.
“WHAT THE…! You stupid cunt!”
Leslie still had a good grip on the canvas even as the much bigger started pulling back against her. He was starting to lift her up and Leslie knew she had to do something about that before the advantage turned back to him.
She collapsed her legs under her, falling to the ground hard on her butt. Somehow she maintained a hold on the money bags. Twisting on her hip she was able to get her feet braced against the side of the doorway. Using it to kick her body away with.
Leslie’s tights and bikini were turned into no more than brightly colored spandex ribbons as she scooted along the rough sidewalk butt first. By keeping hold of the canvas she also jerked the big man off balance and made him drop to one knee. “You stupid cunt! I’ll kill you!” he screamed as he pulled the pin from the grenade.
Kay heard the man’s yell also. Her body had followed the same trajectory as her thrown shoe, with her body arriving only an instant later. She hit the now gunless man in the small of the back, pushing him against the car. His jaw cracked loudly as it smacked against the steel door frame.
Kay’s fingers closed over the wrist of the bank teller. It took two precious seconds before the girl realized she was being rescued and actually helped move her own body away from the unconscious crook.
Two long seconds during which a grenade was being stuffed into Leslie’s halter top!
“You girls like getting a big one, well here’s the biggest screwing you’ll ever get!” the man snarled as he pushed Leslie away. Her head hitting loudly on the side of the building. The world went into slow motion for the brunette as her head filled with colors, stars and bright hot pain!
The guy didn’t try to get his feet under him, he just threw himself towards the car. Making a mad dash for the open front door. Having to get to safety before the grenade went off.
Kay was dragging the trembling bank teller over to Leslie as fast and hard as she could pull. In her head she could hear the timer clicking down.
“Get… Get inside,” Leslie muttered, to weak to make more than a fumbling move towards her chest.
Kay wanted to help. Needing to do something, but there wasn’t any time left. She shouted over her shoulder, “Get down, get clear! GRENADE!”
Then she threw herself through the front door of the bank, teller first.
Leslie was up on her knees. Both hands were on her chest fighting the tight spandex. Whipping the clinging material out of the way, she got hold of the deadly egg. With one flick of her wrist she tossed the grenade away.
Right under the getaway car!
A hand closing over her ankle just as…
BLAM!
First, the grenade went off, splintering the car.
Then… BLAM!
A second explosion erupted as the car’s gas tank ignited.
Miraculously no one was injured, except for the bank robbers who went up with their car.
Leslie had been snared by Kay and dragged into the safety of the bank building just before the fire ball and debris reached her.
Leslie and Kay were smiling at each other. Laying all but naked on the floor as the bank guards quickly reacted to what just happened.
Aiming their guns at the girls and ordering them to remain where they were. Keeping them like that until the police showed up minutes later. The men in blue swooped in and snapped handcuffs on both women as the guards explained about the fight they had seen outside. The best they could figure it, there must have been a falling out amongst thieves. The one thing they all agreed on was it had been the dark haired girl who set off the explosive. She had to be a part of it! Unfortunately, the teller who had been taken hostage had fainted the instant the grenade went off, so she was unable to confirm the story one way or the other.
Nobody had an explanation as to why the women bank robbers would be nearly nude, but there also weren’t many complaints about it. Soon the lone, brave guard pointing a gun at the two busty felons as he watched over them with an eagle eye, was joined by other helpful eyes.
Many, many pairs of them!
All of them watching to make sure the women didn’t try anything that the men would miss out on, or would have a chance to participate in. There wasn’t a man in the building who wasn’t hoping for a chance to be hero by throwing himself onto one of the cuffed girls. Doing it only at risk of life and limb to prevent them from escaping of course.
The fire engine and police transport trucks arrived out in front of the bank at about the same time. It took the fire crew longer than usual to get things under hand. They had stopped first to offer their aid to the police as Leslie and Kay were loaded into the paddy wagon, not feeling sure the number of blue uniforms was equal to the task of securing this dangerous duo.
It took a good deal of wrestling. Most of with was forcing the men still straining to get a good look at the fabulously nude females back out of the truck, before the heavy doors clanged shut and were locked.
Kay and Leslie sat opposite each other, hands still cuffed behind their backs, and there was a police officer sitting next to each of them.
The truck was hardly in gear before Kay turned toward the officer assigned to guard her. “You know it really wasn’t our fault.” Her lower lip was trembling slightly. Making her look so sad and troubled, softly innocent. “And it’s so cold sitting here like this.”
Leslie leaned back against the wall of the truck, her eyes scrunching closed. Oh God, she thought. Here it comes.
“I’m so very, very cold.” Kay’s soft eyes were silently pleading with the patrol man. “Are they turning blue yet?” Her body had turned at the waist and Kay was thrusting both of her exposed breasts directly at the man.
“What? You mean your… Well they’re… I mean,” he stammered. Zeroing his eyes in one the lush mounds as if he hadn’t noticed her state of undress before.
“I can hardly feel a thing, they’re so cold. You don’t think I’ll get gangrene?” Kay pouted.
I’m going to be sick, Leslie thought. For as long as she had known Kay, the girl simply had no self control. She couldn’t be around a cute guy for longer than five seconds before her pussy began to pucker up. It was embarrassing!
“I… I don’t think so. It sure would be a waste though,” the man said thoughtfully.
“Couldn’t you check for me? I’m so worried.” Those pleading eyes of hers could melt even Donald Trump’s heart.
“Well I guess…” He wasn’t sure this was part of his line of duty, but he was supposed to make sure she made it down to the station safely and in one piece. His hand came out to lightly brush over one of Kay’s full chest mounds. It was far from cold.
“The other one is cold too,” a breathy voice reminded him.
The officer nodded. He felt rather silly for not having thought of that himself as he reached out with his other hand so he could test both breasts at the same time.
“Oooh! That’s so much better. But I’m afraid I’m cold in so many places.”
Somehow without moving her chest from his hands, Kay twisted the rest of her body around on the bench seat. Her legs spreading slightly as she did so, and a tuft of her red pubic hair poked out from the tattered remains of her tights.
“Where else are you cold?” the officer asked helpfully.
“All over. Oh I wish I could show you exactly where,” she said in a little girl whine.
This is too much! Doesn’t she have the slightest trace of self respect? How can she act like this? Leslie asked herself. But she already knew the answer. Kay had the morals of an alley cat in heat.
“What about here?”
The officer slid one hand down along the trim edge of Kay’s rib cage. The other hand of course stayed right on her breast. Couldn’t run the risk of frost bite occurring while he was checking her. What would the Captain say?
“Yes. There and everywhere.”
It didn’t take long before the testing hand was nestled between Kay’s widely spread thighs. The torn tights didn’t hamper the officer’s fingers a bit as he checked around for more signs of frost bite. “OOOHHH YES! Oh I’m feeling warmer already. You’re so cleaver.”
Kay twisted her body around so she was leaning back against the cute officer. During this transition, his hand never left the tight confines of her female junction. His two inserted fingers being held firmly in place.
“You’re so very… very… cleaver,” she said in a husky, sexy voice.
Her lips were on his chin, lightly kissing as they made their way up to his mouth. Her tongue softly parted his lips, then bravely invaded his waiting mouth. Her hands being cuffed didn’t prevent Kay’s fingers from working his zipper open, or pulling out his cock.
“If just your fingers can make me feel warm, I wonder what this could do?” she asked as she massaged his dick into a full erection. “Well… I don’t…”
“Well I do!”
Kay was up, spinning her legs around and sitting back down on his lap. His cock sinking right into her wet pussy before the officer knew what was happening.
The guard next to Leslie looked like he was watching a tennis game. His head kept bouncing from side to side as he looked at what was happening across the way, then over to the dark haired nymph next to him.
Leslie noticed and couldn’t help but think, “Don’t even think about it scum ball. Just because Kay’s always in rut doesn’t mean I am. I have self control. I respect myself.”
“How about you?” her leering officer asked. “Are you cold?”
Leslie didn’t answer. Still leaning back against the side of the truck, she closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at him anymore. She felt insulted that the man could even compare her to Kay in such a disgusting way.
“Well maybe we better just give you a quick check over anyway,” the man offered.
His style was different from that of his partner. First he didn’t waste any time in getting started. Second, he believed oral temperature testing might be more accurate. Leaning over, he took one of Leslie’s nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily.
He pulled her legs apart with one hand, shoving two fingers into her pussy with the other!
“NO… DON’T!” she begged as she squirmed around under his pressing weight.
“What’s wrong?” he growled, hoping he hadn’t gotten the wrong girl.
“I… don’t you…”
“Yeah, what?” Damn it! Jerry was going to get fucked, and fucked good, while I sit here having to jerk off because this cold fish doesn’t want to put out.
His fingers were still pumping in and out of Leslie’s pussy, which was sure wet enough.
“Don’t you… Don’t you think we could fuck better if you got your cock out for me?”
The guy almost hurt himself as he pulled his pants off. It took him three stabs before he had the girl speared on his rod. After that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy. She was moving and humping around enough for the both of them.
Leslie was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic fuck. It made all the pain in her head go away. And best of all, she still had her dignity.
She wasn’t some easy slut like Kay.
Hell, the man had all but raped her, right?
She’d held him off for as long as she could, now all she could do was make the best of the situation.
God, but it was nice getting out of the office for lunch.
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