Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. MMFfg orgy voyeur ped This story has been placed in a newsgroup *alt.sex.stories in 1999. The following fictional story bears absolutely no relation to persons living, dead or otherwise, and under no circumstances are any of the activities depicted endorsed, condoned or recommended. The story describes GRAPHIC SEXUAL situations which are INTENDED TO BE READ BY ADULTS ONLY. Even the technological approach is complete nonsense, so do not go out and try it. Bank robbery (1998) by V Rom. Seen plenty of bank robbery films. The police always shoot all the robbers and a few of the hostages to death and that is too messy and grim for me. I dreamed up a good way to pull off my bank robbery so nobody would get hurt. I used my vast knowledge as a university graduate in Robot Electronics and Telecommunications to make Tom, Dick and Harry my robot robbers. Tom was the "brain" - really a high resolution walking TV camera and sound equipment, and Dick and Harry just hangers on with low-res. cameras for eyes. None of this was visible as the robotics was latest generation and externally they just looked like three real mean gorillas. Early in the morning I left the three of them in a large crate in the alley behind the bank where they remained until mid-morning. They burst out of the crate and stormed into the bank, electro-magnetically zapping the metal detector and locks on the door and closed the shutters behind them. "This is a hold up! Everyone down on the floor!" They immediately shot both security guards and three computer terminal operators with zoological tranquilizer darts to instill fear into rest of the customers and staff. With everyone on the floor, nobody noticed that the international exchange operator had not logged off and Dick quickly plugged a radio modem into the terminal serial port to turn the whole bank computer network into my slave. From my remote hideout I started the real robbery: using the radio link, I started to draft millions of dollars round the world banking network and had brokers on the stock markets cash bearer bonds and put them back on the market in spot commodities and bought and sold those until the proceeds were broken up into small numbered accounts in Switzerland and other tax havens. Impossible to trace and lightning fast due to the wonders of electronic exchange. I needed a few hours to run my automatic financial wizzard program so everything Tom, Dick and Harry did from then on was just pure entertainment to buy time. Dick and Harry had the tellers start to count used notes into sacks and to keep up appearances told a junior clerk, shotgun on temple, to ring out for 20 pizzas, 20 blankets and a TV set; "have them brought in the revolving door by 2 roller-skate waitresses from the drive-in wearing only their panties. We don't want any police with microphones". That would take a while to negotiate and the TV would love it. I had set up my control room with my master PC to run the financial program and 3 back-up PCs to run the scrambled security communications, low resolution colour monitors for Dick and Harry's video eyesight input and a super colour one for Tom's high resolution images, also linked up to an array of video recorders to add some curious sights to my personal collection, including the bank security cameras which I also plugged into. I had a video TV set tuned into the news channels and remote control to zap with the volume turned down. Dick and Harry obeyed my orders to line up all the customers and staff, sitting against the wall, men at one end and women at the other, and told our phone clerk to drag in the sleeping bodies of the security guards and terminal operators and lock the door to the back rooms so we would not have any surprises. They had the clerk ring out to see why the hell the pizza was taking so long and tell the police they had enough explosives on their cartridge belts to blow up the Empire State building if the police tried anything funny. Further demands in an hour. Tom began to show me who was lined up against the wall. One fat, bald, sweaty middle aged pig - must be the Bank Manager. A couple of pimply junior clerks and two chubby, plain looking bank executive ladies. Two black men, a grey haired executive in a pin stripe suit, an oriental in his thirties and a handsome brown haired boy of about fourteen. On the women's side there was a girl of about fifteen who looked like the boy's sister, red haired; their mother, buxom and in early forties, probably typical middle class jaded marital bedlife; latina lady, about 6 months pregnant; a fat housewife with two very sweet daughters of about 8 & 11; a knockout blonde of about 20 in a mini-skirt and a thin old lady of about 70. Whenever Tom, Dick or Harry spoke, it was my voice coming over the radio link through a voice distorter and their ears were linked to my speakers, so I had to take turns to speak through them and turn down the hearing channels on all but Tom. Although they had a bit of autonomy, it was easier keep two of them still so I got Dick and Harry to drag the old lady and fat housewife out of the line and put guns to their heads. "Now", I said through Tom's voice link, "you will do exactly what I say or my mates will blast these ladies brains out all over the carpet. Now all the men take your clothes off!". Hesitation, grumbles of protest. Dick moved his gun wielding arm and my voice barked out through his lips on another voice distorter "Strip now. You by the phone too, get your clothes off and phone out to say the pizza can come in now, real slow". The men were out of their clothes in a twinkling and I had them embarassedly parade out to pile their clothes in the middle of the room one by one so all the ladies could watch. At first they pretended not to, but then curiosity won and they took sly peeks, especially at the two enormous flacid black cocks. On one of the monitors I could see the chubby bank executive ladies wiggle a bit and lick their lips. The police megaphone outside barked that the pizza was coming in. We slipped the electronic latch and the door started to rotate, bringing in the two skate-waitresses pushing a trolley each with the pizzas and TV. They both looked about 18, redhead and brunette and had nice firm tits with large nipples and lovely long suntanned legs. "Take off your panties and leave them on the trolley, they might have a microphone". Hesitation soon overcome by further threats to the hostages and off came the white cotton panties to show neat beach trimmed pussies. "Now lift the TV off the trolley and bring it over onto this table". They skated over carrying the portable TV set between them and placed it on desk, plugged in and tuned into the news. There was a nice news shot of them skating topless into the bank with the pizzas. The 14 year old boy followed their every move, his jaw hanging open, as did most of the rest of the men, more discretely. They then followed their elaborate instructions exactly under the alternately trained guns of my faithful robots. The skatresses had to skate back and forth bringing the pizzas from the trolley one by one, starting at each end of the line, from the men and women's end, swapping end each pizza. The first pizza had to be placed on the floor in front of the man and woman at the far ends - the redhead started with the men and the brunette with the women - squatting down to give a wide open beaver view. They swapped and the next pizza had to placed on the floor by bending over, back to the public, showing rear pussy view and precious starred arsehole; and so on right to the centre. I, of course got the reverse view through Tom's high resolution eyes and by the end I could have sworn the skatresses were turned on from their glistening moist open beavers. When they were through, I ordered the two black guys to lay them on the sofa and fuck them until I told them to stop. "Don't stop fucking until I say, or I'll kill you". They seemed glad to oblige and the girls did not put up too much of a struggle when Harry pumped the lever on his gun to remind them he was there. They were very wet and the enormous black poles sank in quickly and the skate-shod feet were soon in the air and red nails digging into black buttocks; panting sighs of white orgasm. That would keep them busy for a while so I turned my attention to the rest of them. "Bank Manager, raise your hand". He did. He was the only one of them who did not have a hard-on. I got the buxom mother of the two youngsters to strip in front of him and tweek her enormous nipples, to no avail. "Like `em younger". The 20 year old did a very sexy strip show and that was no use either, although she was luscious and I had her frig two fingers into her sopping cunt and wave them under his nose. I paired her off with the oriental bloke on a desk and the mother with the grey haired exec. on the pile of clothes and told them to fuck ... or else! "Someone from the office? Fantasise about your employees?" The bank exec. ladies stripped, again to no avail, and even their red lipstick on his miniscule prick did not bring him to life, so I had the black studs pull out and start to fuck them instead of the skaters, who I got to 69 each other. "Even younger?". I had the 8 & 11 repeat the sexy strip show the 20 year old had just given. They were all smiles and grins and wickedly flashed their hairless cunnies before Mr Piggy. Harry clamped his hand over their fat mother's mouth and she squirmed and then shut up. Mr Piggy's member sprang to life. (Oh I forgot to say that Harry also had a digital stills camera strapped to his chest that beamed me back .jpgs that I instantly uploaded onto the relevant Usenet news groups to immortalize Mr Piggy). "Oh Lucy and Sarah, look at Mr Piggy!" They giggled. "He likes little girls. Now, be good little girls and just lie on the carpet and lick each other's cunnies like the skaters are doing so he can watch. You Swine, yes you! Get on your hands and knees on the floor watching them and don't move and don't drool on them". The Bank Manager seemed to think it was a joy to watch two pre-pubescent girls eating each other out on the carpet. "Who is the most junior clerk?". Wimp with spectacles answered. "Now you are going to fuck your boss in the arse!" "Oh I can't do that. He's my boss and I'm not a faggot!". Dick shot him and thankfully he staggered behind a desk to collapse so nobody saw the tranquilizer dart. The remaining clerk, who had been on the phone, stepped up real fast and dug some hand cream out of one of the ladies? handbags. "You keep saying "Fuck you boss, I'm gonna screw you real hard in the arse!" all the time or I'll shoot you too!" He greased up his boss and drove his rod mercilessly into that swine's arse "Fuck you boss, I'm gonna screw you real hard in the arse!" "Fuck you boss, I'm gonna screw you real hard in the arse!" "Fuck you boss, I'm gonna screw you real hard in the arse!" I think he really got into it and was paying the pig back for all the hard times he had given him. Harry supplied me further .jpgs of bank manager being screwed in arse by junior clerk while watching 8 & 11 year old girls eating each other out: straight through anon. server onto the news groups and a few e-mailed direct, exclusive, to the tabloids! Apart from the two hostages, the only other people who had not joined the party were the brother and sister and the pregnant woman, Paul, Sue and Lina. Everyone else seemed to be having a whale of a time and was oblivious to all but their frenzied fucking. Paul was grinning from ear to ear like a cheshire cat when I told him Sue and Lina were going to strip for him together and that he was to look and touch explain the difference between them to me. He glanced over at his mother who was moaning with passion, locked in a french kiss with the grey haired executive whose cock ploughed her cunt while he frothed two fingers in and out of her arsehole. I guess by this time all inhibition was gone with the orgy around them, the trained guns no longer necessary. "Paul, do you like your sister?". Enthusiastic nods. He touched their red and dark hair, kissed each on the mouth, felt and sucked on their tits, giving me a description as he went along. "Tight firm b-cups with eraser sized nipples, enormous melons with big brown aereolae and cherry sized nipples; firm stomach and slightly protuding mons with sparse red hair, small pink labia and a tight slit, tight globe of pregnant stomach and distended brown labia and very soft abundant dark pubes. Oh how beautiful they both are!" He was overjoyed. "Now try your cock in their mouths". Paul contrasted the enthusiastic youthful inexperience of his sister and then plunged into the Amazon gorge of Lina's soft, gripping deep throat, his face contracting in extasy as he pumped his load right into her stomach and Sue then helped Lina to lick him clean. Sue and Lina sat side by side on the sofa by the wall and sucked each other's tits while Paul ate and frigged them both to orgasm. His rod did not take too long to swell again. "Lina can't get more pregnant than she is now so I want you to fuck her very gently from behind on her hands and knees - take care not to hurt the baby - while Sue lies under her and sucks her clit and feels her tits". This gave me wonderful video footage through Tom's robot eyes as Paul softly slid between the silken, dark hair lined labia, his 14 year old but largely engorged prick massaging the vaginal depths and knocking on the very door to Lina's swollen womb as she 69ed Sue. Gently grasping her pale hips he throbbed and spurted gallons of cum into the already occupied confines, Lina panting and gasping her orgasm in harmony with Sue. Youth played in Paul's favour as he flopped on his back to recover. Lina's full lips swiftly brought his cock back to life as Tom asked Sue "When is your next period? Just finished? Then you won't get pregnant. Sit down on your brother's cock and pretend you are going to make a baby like Lina's". Sue speared herself on her brother's cock and worked down splitting her cherry. She gasped, pulled up and then sat right down to the hilt. Lina french kissed her and fondled her breasts as she squatted her latina labia on Paul's face. Soon they all came again and Sue dripped incestuous, blood stained cum. Most of the hostages now seemed to be doing their own thing and did not seem to require further guidance or coercion, except for the clerk who was still under Harry's gun, screwing his boss's arse and muttering "Fuck you faggot, I'll show you who's the boss now!". The skaters had their thighs intertwined and were leisurely rubbing cunt against cunt and eating pizza, kissing and then biting the same piece so the gooey cheese stretched between their lips like chewing gum. The chubby bank exec. ladies seemed exhausted and were lying open legged on their backs, munching pizza and dripping gallons of negro cum from their now obscenely gaping cunts and assholes. The oriental and grey haired exec. had graduated from swapping partners to a full blown 4-some: buxom housewife sitting with anus impaled on exec.'s cock while the young blonde fist-fucked her and licked her clit while being butt-fucked by the oriental. Lucy and Sarah were really into it by now and cajoled the two black men (a nod and a wink at Harry did the trick) into putting on an even more outrageous act for Mr Piggy. For this one I cropped the jpegs so the black men's face was not in the photo before posting on the news groups. One man sat on the floor and leant back against a sofa and eight year old Lucy sat on his lap with about 12" of black cock sticking out between her thighs. "Oh look Sarah, I've grown a black thingy!". She started to wriggle up and down, rubbing her bald mons against the monster. Her 11 year old sister Sarah got on her knees and started to pump the black rod with both hands, licking at the tip and straining to get part the enormous glans into her mouth. The other man stood behind Sarah and licked her sweet rosebud before running his spit slick nightstick down between her buttocks, pausing to rub her anus with the tip, then between the furrow of her hairless cunt lips and clit - she shuddered - before lodging it between her closed thighs, pressed up against her clit and running under her belly. The effect was exquisite and both men closed their eyes in extasy and then snapped them open again to continue enjoying the sight. Mr Piggy started to drool and Harry snapped his jaw shut with the muzzle of the gun, ordering the clerk to keep pumping. Lucy shrieked and bounced up and down, turning to french kiss the man she was sitting on, who shortly sprayed cum all over Sarah's face. The man behind Sarah shot his load on the carpet and Harry decided to get Mr Piggy to lick it up while the pre-teen girls got the black men to lie on the floor and 69ed them. Oh Shit! I had gotten carried away and the finance wiz was beeping to tell me the last electro-cent had been tucked away in its tax haven. Time to wind up by sending out a few hostages and calling for the get-away vehicle. I told the pizza girls to take a slice and skate out the revolving door munching pizza just like they were, no panties - CNN would love that, live! Then came Mr Piggy. I made junior butt-fuck him right across to the door on his hands and knees and told them to go right across the street like that or Harry would lean out and shoot them; live on TV!. Tom, Dick and Harry cleared up the radio modem gadgets, then took a sack of money each and draped a blanket over them, right down to the ground, spinning slowly with their arms out, as if they were hugging a hostage - really a sack of money - as they got into the back of the van with tinted glass parked right in front of the bank door. I wouldn't have dared to send a real hostage out there, even under a blanket, to get shot to death by some trigger happy sniper. As they drove away, fifteen streets down, in an open area by the docks, I pressed the robot self-destruct button and the whole van exploded, veering off into the sea and scattering used notes all over the place. It was impossible to analyze the debris and nobody ever seemed to guess what had really happened. When the SWAT swarmed in, they found a lot of naked people scrambling to button up their clothes ... The End ===================================== This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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