Instant Karma

I have a quick look through the duffel bags. One contains loads of big cable ties and gaffa tape, the rest are empty. I guess they were going to stuff cash into the bags, and use the tape and ties on all of us hostages. Oh, you naughty bank robbers, how the turn tables.

I lay all the villains on the floor, then strip them naked. The angry guy is big and muscly with lots of tattoos, the blank-faced guy is chubby and soft. The two women are both pretty buff, one has loads of tattoos on her arms and stomach. The tattooed one has smallish tits and a shaved bush, slim hips. The other has bigger boobs, her bush is neat, her hips a little fuller. If I had to choose, I’d go for the one with the bigger breasts, I think. They are both brunettes, both with their hair in a tight bun.

I could just tie them up where they lie, but I’m in a creative mood. I rotate the muscly guy 180 degrees where he is lying, then roll him over on top of the other one. He is pretty heavy, this is hard work, but I think it’s going to be worth the effort. I use my thumb to open his mouth. It stays open. Then I push the other guy’s cock and balls into muscles’ mouth and close it so his jaw is clamped down on the chubby one’s junk. I then use tape to hold his head in place, wrapping it around chubby’s fat ass. Then I do the same at the other end, and use the cable ties to fix muscles’ legs to chubby’s arms and vice versa. I chuckle, I know I’m immature, but the two robbers are sucking each others’ cocks! I don’t think they can get out of that position, but I’ve done my best.

Now for the other two.

I could do a similar position with the women, but I sort of fancy trying something a bit different. There are some desks on one side of the room where you can sit if you need to talk to an advisor about pensions and mortgages and stuff; I open the double door to the bank and drag a desk over and place it across the entrance. Then I pick up one of the girls and lay her face down on the table, her legs pointing out into the street. Same with the other one. I arrange them, moving their limbs around so they are bent over the desk, and cable tie their wrists to the legs of the table. Then I crawl under it so I’m out in the street, both their asses are presented to anybody who might walk past. I hope this will be a nice surprise for the police when they turn up. I spread their legs and secure them to the desk just so everything is displayed nicely.

I inspect my work, and squeeze both of their asses. Both firm, nice and smooth. My cock is hard, I’m going to have to deal with that later – not now, I don’t want to leave my DNA all over these girl’s faces or butts. I’m pleased with myself for being so very sensible. I feel their slits, both are soft and dry. I consider sticking something in their assholes and cunts, but I can’t think of anything to use. Definitely not their guns, I have no idea if one might go off when time starts again.

But I feel the scene needs something more. I check out the desks and find a couple of permanent markers. Excellent! I go to work on the girls, having a bit of fun writing on them. Whore, across the ass with her hole as the O. Cum dump, Cum slut, insert cock here, with an arrow leading to her cunt, free fuck hole, please fuck me hard. Then I push the pens up their assholes, leaving plenty sticking out so a passer-by can take one of the markers and add their own helpful message.

I’m about to go back in when I look across the street. The getaway car! I walk over and take the keys out, throwing them over to the door of the bank, then cable-tie the driver’s wrists to the steering wheel. I have to admit, I can’t be bothered arranging him in a creative way.

I’m feeling positive about my good deed. I am practically a super hero crime fighter! I’ve foiled an armed robbery, and the criminals will surely be brought to justice. And they’ve had a bit of instant justice already. I go back inside and lie down where I was, and open my book.