Bandits or Early Retirement(mind control, hypnosis, male dominate, m/f)

Disclaimer all of the characters are 18 years old or older at the time of this story

Part 1 Cashing out

Somewhere, South of Boston, MA USA

Kelly Howard was the only teller on duty this morning. The bank hadn’t been busy recently so they had cut down on the tellers on duty to save money. The bank manager was out sick. She could handle things until the assistant got in at noon. Security hadn't gotten in yet. Kelly wasn't worried the bank was on a side street near the construction site for the College addition across from the high school. She didn't need Carl watching an empty bank floor.

Kelly walked out from the small kitchenette and sat down with her coffee. She pulled out her small compact to check her hair and makeup. Kelly was 5'6" tall, 40 years old, shoulder length strawberry blonde, and a warm smile.

When she looked up she was startled to see 4 people clad in insulated coveralls, gloves, skull caps, sunglasses and bandanas for face masks. It was hard to determine hight, weight, or gender. No identifying marks. Three of them made a "shhh" gesture with their fingers in front of their faces.The one standing infront of the counter made no sounds they just slipped forward a note.

“Fill our bags with money from the counter or we will blow you and everyone in the building to hell”

Kelly, stared at the paper for a second. Keep calm...keep calm, remember your training the money was insured. Her mind said trying to calm her down. The robbers gave her 3 bags to fill with money. She pressed the police alert button as cautiously as she could.

The robbers quickly took the bags and left the bank as silently as the came. She thought they would easily run into the police, but then they did a most puzzling thing. Kelly watched in amazement as one by one they jumped up, placed on hand to the tall fence post, and vaulted over in a smooth graceful movement. Then as the police pulled into the bank parking lot they were out of sight.

Over the tall fence, across the street, and into the construction site for the new college library. They stopped by the lockers offset from the construction. They pulled off the skull caps, removed the sunglasses then unzipped the insulated coveralls and shucked off the boots. They removed the bandanas they had been using as masks and placed them in the pockets of the coveralls.They gathered up the gear and shoved them into the empty lockers.

The four women were between 18 and 19 years old. They wore black strech workout pants and hoodies with the Martin High School logo embossed on the back. The pulled out sneakers from the leaders backpack. They were fit, firm, and athletic. They were short all between 5 foot 2 to 5 foot 4 inches.

In the distance they heard the sirens of the police car. The girls quickly crossed the street from the construction site to the village green. In-between the college and Martin High School had been released for half day. The four girls integrated with the other assembled students. Because they were petite women they blended in oerfectly. The girls waited in the crowd then got on the arriving school busses and waited.

Across the street the police had rounded up the construction workers who were on a lunch break. The workers all said they saw nothing unusual but the police wanted to question all of them anyway.

"Around this tall? In coveralls, sunglasses, hooded sweatshirts, face masks?" The officers asked "sorry that's like everyone who works here" the forman shrugged. "Ok, question them all" the officer announced annoyed.

The women rode the bus for 20 minutes. They didn’t sit together, say anything, or even acknowledge each other’s existence. One of the girls pressed the button for the next stop and they exited the bus with a couple of the students.

The gym sat back away from the street in an old DPW parking lot. The building was sold when the new DPW was constucted, bought and converted into a gym

They went past the front desk, through the workout equipment, people working out, to the back stairs, up to the second floor private locker room placed their backpacks on the floor and sat on the benches and awaited instructions.

A tall muscular asian woman and a short blonde woman entered, picked up the backpacks, and carried them into the next room dumping the money onto the empty table.

Dr. Harris, 50 years old, 5'8" average build, and red hair entered the locker room. The women still sat on the bench emotionless with a blank emotionless look on each of their faces.

“OK ladys, you just had a strong workout, you have to be in peak condition for the meet. Time for you shower" He said with a calm smile.

The women stood. Removed their hoodies, their workout pants, their underwear, their bras and socks. Being careful not to touch each other but still not noticing each other's excistance. The calmly, mechanically walked into the shower.

The water cascaded over their lithe, muscular bodies. Scrubbing themselves with soap and washing their hair.

A few minutes they emerged clad in towels. Back in the locker room they dried their hair and bodies. He liked to watch the women well and good but this was business, his entranced fitness girls were for playing with.

The girls dressed in their street clothes and sat down more comfortable this time.”when I count to 3 you will wake up, you will think we just had our after workout focusing and relaxation session after a strong workout for the meet next week. You will not remember what you actually did for the last few hours.”

Dr Harris counted.

The women woke up, stretched, and smiled. The workout had been intense but the focusing had kept them on point. They would kick ass at the meet next week. The relaxation session had kept their anxiety down so their routine was almost second nature. They got up hugged the doctor, thanked him for the session, and went home.

Dr. Harris entered the trainer's room where Laura and Debbie were counting the money, not surprised they were already finished. He ran his hand across Laura’s hard ass and Debbie’s muscular legs. Laura, Asian fitness model and Debbie the blonde powerlifter had easy fallen under his control.

The two women had been his test subjects, his first victims who had fallen under his hypnosis control. He knew them since he had been their coach at their respected schools. Both women didn’t have high self-esteem of their bodies, also their overstressed life as collegiate athletes had led them straight to his hypnosis sessions that had changed their lives forever.

He watched them as they finished counting the money. Their skimpy gym outfits didn’t leave much to the imagination, showcasing their perfectly toned and fit bodies.

“So, how much did we make today?” he asked.

“Nearly a hundred thousand dollars,” Laura replied, her almond shaped brown eyes sparkling with excitement and satisfaction.

Laura had been his first experiment – a tall and lean track athlete, who always felt insecure about her athletic and slender body. Under his hypnosis sessions, he successfully changed her perspective on herself, teaching her to embrace her body and her sexuality, and in no time, she became his devoted lover and an obedient servant, doing anything he asked of her.

Debbie, on the other hand, was a short plump girl that under Dr Harris’s guidance had become a power lifter with muscular arms and legs. She was not the stereotypical beautiful woman, but Dr Harris found her attractive in her unique way. Through his hypnosis sessions, he had made her realized that she too could be desirable and worthy of attention. Debbie now embraced her powerful body and was proud to showcase it in her tight workout clothes.

Dr Harris, Thomas, as he preferred to be called, had started his practice as a sports therapist helping college athletes to relieve their muscle tension and anxiety after strenuous games and events. Though his techniques were unique, they worked, and the athletes who went under his hypnosis sessions reported immediate relief and improved performance.

Word soon spread about Thomas’ peculiar but effective method, and soon college athletes were not the only ones seeking his help. Adults with anxiety disorders, insomnia, and stress-related conditions flocked to his practice, and Thomas became a sought-after therapist in the area.

However, Thomas had a different plan for his life. He was an ambitious man who wanted to retire early and live a comfortable life. He clients would help him achieve that goal.

Part 2: Diamonds are forever

Amelia Chong was putting out the last tray of rings in the display case. She wondered to herself why Andre her security guard hadn’t arrived yet, probably overslept or stuck in traffic again.

A chime in the back room signaled her coffee had finished brewing, and when she returned 4 people were standing there. It was impossible to discern their identity, gender, or anything else. They wore insulated coveralls, skull caps, sunglasses, and bandanas as face masks obscuring their faces.

The shortest one step forward and placed a note on the counter. “Give us the keys to the cases or we will smash them and you”

A few minutes ago,

Andre got out of his car and was knocked out with one punch. “Wow, really stealthy Deb” said the tall atheletic Philippino Woman wearing workout pants, sports bra, windbreaker and sunglasses. Deb shrugged. Debbie is a short blonde woman almost as wide as she was tall. Her workout pants showed off her firm legs, her well toned arms on full display.

Both women set Andre back into the front seat of his car and placed his sunglasses back on and locked the unconscious man in his car. They ran off to get the gym van.

Amelia ran to the front of the jewelry store, looked out the window, and watched in awe as the 4 people ran, jumped onto the top of a dumpster, then vaulted over the high fence without even touching the fence.She couldn’t believe what was happening right before her eyes. They made it look so effortless, like it was something they had done a hundred times before. Who were these people?

Ten minutes later and 2 blocks away a white van pulled out of the parking lot. A few minutes after that the police stopped the van trying to catch what they internally called "the Petite bandits."

“We are on our way back from a meet, we are from that gym on Sea Street, you know the old DPW building" Lauren said calmly.

The officer opened the sliding door of the van to discover 4 women in leotards and sweatpants drinking from water bottles. The women smiled and the officer nodded to the girls and shut the door. He walked back to his partner and shook his head. “Not this one, on to the next one” the officer told his partner. The white van drove off, turning right onto the main road, blending in with the city traffic.

Later back at the gym, Thomas, Lauren, and Debbie sat down to divide the loot. They laughed and joked about the ease of bypassing the cops. After all, who would suspect a group of gymnasts? huh?

In Thomas’s office after the women had showered and changed, the 4 women stood at attention swaying slightly from side-to-side. Oblivious to everything around them but still under his hypnotic control. "When I count to 3 you will return to normal, no memory of the last few hours. When you wake up from this post meet relaxation session, you will be happy about your preformance, and also happy our focusing and relaxation sessions are working perfectly" Thomas said then counted.

Thomas spent the last three years fine-tuning his method of hypnosis. It started with a focusing session to help them in their gymnastics meets bypassing their fears or so they thought. The relaxation session would help them relax after preforming their routines. They were his masterpiece. Through his hypnosis, they had lost their autonomy and followed his every command without question.

"Great job! Ladies. Laura and Deb tell me you were perfect today. See our process is working" Thomas said with a smile. Then the women left happy with their preformances.

After they left. Thomas scooped up a handful of diamonds jewelry and let them sparkle against the light. The bank was first a proof of concept, now the jewelry store robbery was only the beginning of his plan. Thomas had grand plans for the girls’ abilities and he knew they would bring him the fortune he desired to retire without worrying about money again.

Emily stood outside the gym and waited for her step-mom to pick her up. The other girls had left. Dina lived just blocks away and decided to walk. Kelly Howard drove up in her beat up Toyota and they drove off.

Part 3, Uneven Bars

Kelly drove down the side streets avoiding the traffic on Sea street at this time of the afternoon.

"You know, the still don't have any suspects" Kelly told her stepdaughter. Emily pulled out her hair tie, and shook out her long brown hair. "

Are you even listening to me?" Kelly growled. Emily rolled her eyes "ya, mom. I'm listening. Maybe they had superpowers and they vanished into thin air." Emily said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Kelly raised an eyebrow, "Superpowers? Really?" she asked, smiling. Emily shrugged, "Why not? You heard what those people did. I mean, vaulting over fences like that? That's not normal." Kelly chuckled, "Well, maybe they've just been practicing a lot. And besides, I don't think superpowers are real, sweetie."

Emily sighed, "I guess you're right." Then her phone rang. "No I'm not home yet, yes, back roads. No she thinks it's faster" Emily smiled.

"OK which one?" Asked Kelly "Dina, she needed help with last night's project" Emily said thinking fondly of her friend. "You spend all your time with them. We hardly ever see you anymore." Kelly said pulling into her parking space. "They are part of my team at the gym, we are like sisters. " Emily said getting out of the car.

She looked at her step-mother, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Kelly noticed the look, she smiled and said, " you look great honey, college suits you." Emily smiled, her perfect white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. She thanked her step-mother, before closing the door and walking towards the front door.

"All right hun, grab a shower and we can eat after. Your dad is working late tonight" Kelly said. Emily's father was a police officer and they were working late on the Petite bandit case.

The police were stumped and had no leads on the suspects. The construction site was a dead end. Emily's father had taken it personally since his wife was working at the bank when the Bandits hit.

Emily entered the house and went upstairs and straight to the shower. She let the hot water wash away the anxiety from the day. Her body ached from the competition earlier. She thought about these Petite bandits her dad called them and how they vaulted over the fence with ease. The way Kelly discriped it, Emily had never heard of anyone doing something like that before.

Her stepmother thought the bandits were women. Her dad didn't think so, he still thought they were construction workers or he also thought they were from a carnival that came through town a week ago. Kelly wasn't buying it either. The bandits had a professional touch to them, and she knew her husband couldn't just dismiss it like that.

As Emily stepped out of the shower, she glanced at her phone again. A group text from Monica, Dina, and Kristen. A text from Laura, Dr. Harris's assistant in the group chat congratulated the girls on the meet earlier in the day

Emily made her way to her bedroom and threw on some sweats and a tee then ran downstairs for pork chops with her stepmother.

Emily did dishes then voice chatted with Dina on their homework. After she stripped down to her underwear and went to bed.

Across town Dr. Harris however was busy. His was taking Lauren from behind while she ate Debbie out. The two women moaned in pleasure as Thomas reached his climax. He pulled out of Laura and turned her over, mounting her and sliding back in for another round. He reached forward and pinched Debbie's nipples, causing her to gasp and shiver with delight. The three of them continued their lovemaking until the early hours of the morning. They fell asleep in a tangle of limbs, exhausted but fulfilled on a pile of money.

Part 4, the shiny penny

Dina paced in her bedroom. Her family moved from a large city to this small town. Her parents thought the smaller town would be less stress and anxiety for the college freshman.The wheels in Dina's mind didn't stop. She thought about grades, her gymnasts routine, she needed to impress a sponsor to help pay the bills, she didn't get a scholarship so any help would be life saving.

Her session with Dr. Harris over the last month had made the wheels in her head bareable for a few days. She knew her friends had similar issues that made them closer.

Emily's stepmother's bank had been hit by the Petite bandits. Dina hoped she was OK. That must have been horrifying. She didn't know what she would do under those circumstances.

Monica and Kristen walked through the quad at the college. Monica had to get through classes first. Her mind raced about keeping up juggling between classes and gymnastic meets.

Monica was Kristen's cousin. Kristen had grown up next to Monica, she was like Monica's sister. Kristen went to this college to be with her cousin passing up other opportunities That knowledge took a tole on Monica's anxiety. Kristen got into gymnasts because of Monica.

A few hours later, the 4 women stood at attention. Their eyes as blank as their minds. No thoughts, no anxiety, nothing to worry about. Dr. Harris' words were a warm blanket to their souls. While the 4 woman were beautiful. He didn't have to touch them. Lauren and Debbie provided that role to him. Both women had been bent by Thomas so much they barely remembered their pasts. As far as they knew they had been with Thomas all their life. Their love and devotion to the doctor was unquestionable. He owned them, heart, body, and soul.

Thomas admired his creations. They served a purpose, a dark and twisted purpose. He had developed a system of command phrases that, when activated, would trigger the desired behaviors in each girl.Lauren and Debbie were at his beck and call. Thomas liked that, having two beautiful and physically fit women at his disposal. He felt like a king.

Thomas had planned this new bank robbery meticulously. He didn't have to change much, it worked so well the first time.

The Bandits would get in and out and blend in with the other high school students waiting for the busses. His bandits would wear school uniforms under their coveralls. Nobody would suspect a thing.

The bandits never hit the same target more than once and never the same type of target in a row. The girls had no idea they were the bandits. Their bodies moved automatically. No mind, no fear, they carried out their objectives with ruthless efficiency. They were programed to fight if necessary. Their bodies a weapon concealed to their waken minds.

Part 5, Fools Gold

Officer Mark Thompson sat in the car outside a bank on Water Street. His partner was getting coffee a few doors down. To Mark this was personal. The Petite Bandits, that's what he called them and after he mentioned it in a press conference, the local news called them that as well. They had threatened his wife when they hit the first bank he wouldn't let them get away.

Mark was texting his wife Kelly, he promised to be careful and he would probably be home late for dinner. Mark's theory was the bandits were carnival performers, contortionists or tumblers. Kelly and his daughter Emily laughter at that idea.

As Mark looked up from his phone, he saw them, 4 people in insulated coveralls, skull caps, sunglasses, boots, and full backpacks stormed out of the bank. Fuck he just looked at his phone for a second.

It was go time! Mark stepped out of car "Freeze!" He yelled pulling out his gun and flashing his badge.

To his shock the people accelerated, rushing towards him. One slide between his legs knocking him off balance, then into a roll, then got up and continued. As he looked down a second trying to right himself, one rolled over his back and continued running. The third jumped rolling over the roof of his car, down the trunk, and then continued running.

The final one, the tall one hit Mark with a leg sweep then drilled him in the face with a knee driving his head into the side of the car knocking him out instantly.

Mark's partner found him minutes later on the ground unconscious. The bandits no where in sight. Their coveralls were found on a clothes line a few blocks up.

As the police searched for the Bandits, Martin High School was released. The girls in their school uniforms got on the bus like nothing happened and returned to the gym.

The police were clueless and had no idea who the Bandits were. The only evidence left behind was a few drops of blood from Mark when he got hit that was found on the discarded coveralls.

When girls got off the busses, they entered the gym, went upstairs, dropped off their full backpacks, and went to the locker room.

They discarded their uniforms and stood at attention. "Great job team" Dr Harris said excitedly. The woman stared blankly ahead. Emily's knee was bruised and swollen. Dr. Harris looked confused. " What happened puppet? Did someone injure you?"

"Someone tried to prevent our return. I was forced to take him out" Emily said mechanically. She had no idea she had attacked her father or she had knocked him out. She even haf no idea she was injured herself.

"I see. Well, don't worry about it. We'll get you taken care of. In the meantime, let's clean up that knee." Thomas laid a comforting hand on Emily's shoulder, guiding her out of the locker room. Lauren and Debbie assisted Emily then wrapped her knee.

A few hours later,

"No, no I'm OK. I fell from the uneven bars and spiked my knee on the ground. Just really sore, and bad bruise. I will be OK. How is my dad?" Emily said to her Kelly over the phone.

"He is awake. They told me he has a concussion. We are still waiting to get checked out. One of those bandits drove his head into the side of the car. Who would do that?" Kelly said sobbing.

"OK, let me know. I will get a ride home with Monica." Emily said. Monica hugged her friend. Then helped her into the back seat of her mother's car. "What a psycho, I can't belive they got away again" Monica grumbled as her mom pulled out into traffic.

Thomas watched the girls leave. Then turned to Lauren laying naked on a pile of money. Debbie was kneeling between Lauren's legs, her head bobbing up and down. Thomas watched in hungrily. He. proud of his other creations most of all. He had created the perfect criminal machines, all while helping these girls overcome their anxieties. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.

Except for the people who had their businesses robbed, of course. But they didn't matter in Thomas's world view. They were just pawns in his game of power and control.

As the sun began to rise, Thomas knew it was time to wrap things up. The police were too close. He was glad his Bandits weren't caught but the attack on the officer spooked him.

Part 6, Know when to fold

"Today is the small town of Saint Martin, police have arrested 4 construction workers in the Petite Bandit case." Said the news reporter.

"The Bandits immigrated to this country and met though a local football/soccer team." The reporter continued.

"The construction yard was central to all the places hit by the bandits. The workers sought to escape their station in life. " finished the reporter. "Now to the studio, back to you Kim. "

"I hope that makes you feel better, Dad" said Emily with a smile then changing the channel.

"It would have made me feel better if they were from the carnival. Now I owe Jimmy $20." Mark said grumpily.

Kelly laughed passing Emily an ice bag for her knee and one for Mark's head.

Emily was home recovering from her injured knee,and her father was home until he passed concussion protocols. She sat on the couch in the family room with her laptop open, typing away at her research paper. She had to admit that she was grateful for the quiet time at home.

As she typed away, her phone buzzed with a text message from Dina. The girls had planned to hang out that evening, but Dina was still unsure if she could make it. Emily reassured her that there wasn't any rush and to take her time. Her knee was still sore and had missed practice. She just missed hanging out with the others.

Dr. Harris sat at his desk. He had sacrificed members of his soccer team to protect his bandits. It would be easy for the police to believe a group of immigrants trying to steal to survive in a new country.

4 brainwashed college students would lead to him and a ton of jail time for him. But Thomas Harris saw himself as untouchable. He wanted power and wealth and would stop at nothing to achieve it.

"Don't worry hun, Lauren and I would do anything to protect you" said Debbie with a wink.Lauren smiled and flexed her muscles. Her white bikini hung in contrast to her tan skin.

The bulge of Lauren's muscles was evident even underneath the surface of her smooth skin. Those muscles had been formed and sharpened under the watchful eye of Dr. Harris. He had turned her into a machine, a machine that obeyed his every command without hesitation.

Dr. Harris had his money secured. He bandits were protected. They were on a brake until Emily's knee was better. He set up the soccer team to take the fall. Was it crule? Maybe but it beat him sitting in jail himself.

It was time to retire. He purchased a nice house in the south where it didn’t drop below 50 degrees. He would take his two thralls.

Without his constant programing his bandits would revert to their old selves. Their anxieties would build up again but that wasn't his problem anymore. His programing had been submerged deep within their subconscious and without his words they were useless.

He had Lauren and Debbie put his bags in the car and the drove south into retirement.

The end for now.

Jmojocat