1. "The Bank Robbers"


    Date: 7/27/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cock & ball torture, Cruelty, Discipline, Exhibitionism, Extreme, Humiliation, Spanking, Torture, Violence, Author: mstrmrd1, Source: sexstories.com

    "The Bank Robbers" Part 1 The bank teller smiled warmly as he watched the pretty young woman walk towards his window. She looked to be about nineteen years old and was wearing tight riding jeans and boots. Her golden hair was cut short and boyish and her blue eyes sparkled as she returned the teller's smile. "What can I do for you today, Miss?" "I've come to make a withdrawal" she drawled in a sweet Western accent. "I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember seeing you before, Miss...err.." "Barret" "Sorry, M'am. Do you have your account number and some identification?" Jane Barrett calmly raised a small handgun and pointed it straight at the teller's face. "How about this?" She smiled as she watched his expression turn from shock to amusement. "You don't really think you're gonna rob this bank with that little ladies' gun, do you? If you shoot me with that it'll more than likely make me real mad!" "Well, after I make you real mad with my little ladies gun, my boyfriend over there is gonna make you real dead with his Colt 45." The teller's face froze as he looked across the room and saw a young cowboy standing with his gun drawn. There were a few customers in the bank and an old woman shouted "Oh my God! It's a bank robbery!" A panic-stricken mother clutched her young daughter to her side. "That's right!" The young man hollered out. "Everybody stay calm and nobody will get hurt! You heard the young lady, Mister. She wants to make a withdrawal. Empty your cashbox into that sack ...
    she's got and don't try anything funny." Will Fullerton and Jane Barrett had been passing through this sleepy little town on the edge of the prairie and Jane couldn't resist the lure of an easy job. Not a whole lot of money to be had here, but then again, not real hard to take either. The teller glared at Jane as he began filling her sack with cash from his box. Just as he was finishing, the sheriff burst into the bank. "Just put that gun down, Miss. I wouldn't want to have to hurt a sweet little thing like you." The sheriff had a shotgun pointing towards Jane. He was so shocked at having a bank robbery in his tiny little town that he didn't notice Will standing behind the door. He heard the click of his 45, though, and felt the cool barrel of it against his temple. "You better drop that, Sheriff, or I'll blow your head clean off your shoulders..." The sheriff froze. He let his eyes flick sideways but didn't move his head. He lowered his shotgun. Will grabbed it from him and kept his gun pointed at the sheriff's head. Jane grabbed the money sack and turned to face the sheriff. "So, you're the law around here, huh?" She laughed and swayed her hips as she walked towards the sheriff, who had his hands raised. The little girl began crying softly as her mother hugged her tighter to her side. Jane looked at them for a moment, looked back at the sheriff, and smiled evilly... "I don't like the law much, mister sheriff. I particularly don't like sheriffs who point shotguns at me..." ...
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