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   It was almost closing time at the tiny little rural bank office when
Jenny strode in dressed in all black.  She waisted no time producing the
gun out of her handbag and fired a shot into the stomach of the fat old
security guard before anyone least of all him had a chance to react.

   Jenny took aim again and the 2nd bullet hit him right between the eyes
instantly killing him.  Everyone in the bank started screaming and throwing
themselves on the floor after hearing the gun shots.

   Jenny stroked her pussy through her pants in sadistic pleasure this was
like that first cigarette of the day you've been waiting for since waking
up and it's just oh so sweet.  She let out a bone chilling laughter.

   "Oh no darlings this is not that kind of deal; I'm not here to rob you
of your money but of your lives".

   Jenny inwardly cursed herself that line sounded a lot better in her head
than it did said out loud.  Oh well nothing to do about it now.  Jenny
began firing bullets into the backs of the customers at the bank.  The two
bank teller ladies stood at their desks still shaking with fear and hands
in the air as they witnessed the slaughter.

   Jenny would save them for last.  A mothers futile appealing to Jenny's
non existent conscience only seemed to turn her on more as she pointed her
gun and killed her next.  She briefly considered keeping the daughter as
her sex slave but decided against it.  Eventually only the tellers were
left, Jenny calmly ordered them both to walk with her outside and opening
the trunk she stuffed them both inside.  She'd enjoy them when shed get
home.

   Police sirens could be heard in the not to faint distance and Jenny
realised it was Time to leave.

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