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Subject: {ASSM} Getaway {Amnesia} [MMF nc snuff caution]
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Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 01:10:05 -0400
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Getaway

   [MMF nc snuff caution]

   This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are purely
imaginary, and this story is *NOT* intended to be a guide for actual
behavior.  Any similarities between this story and actual people, or
between this story and actual events, are purely coincidental.  If it is
illegal for you to access and read erotic fiction, or if you don't like sex
stories, then stop now.

   A further word of caution: this is *not* a nice story and there is no
happy ending.

   This story is copyright 2006 by Amnesia.  You may post freely to
non-commercial (free) sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. 
Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this
story.  That does *not* mean that it is in the public domain, nor does it
mean that I give permission for you to use it in advertising.

   Thank you for your consideration.

   Getaway

   Fingers drumming on the rough plastic of the steering wheel.  Where are
they?  Shouldn't they be done by now?  Check the mirrors.  No police cars.
Only ordinary pedestrian traffic in front of the bank entrance.  Everything
looked fine.  But she wish they would hurry.  It's been five minutes
already, hasn't it?  Five long, gruelling minutes.  Look around.  Why did
she agree to go along with their stupid game?  This was foolish!  Nothing
to see.  Look in the mirrors again.  The bank entrance looked as
trustworthy as ever.  There, someone going into the bank.  Her heart
thumped in her throat as she held her hand close to the ignition key.

   Suddenly, the door opened and two men walked out briskly.  One guy
dressed in bright clothes with orange hair, the other one, big and strong,
dressed in black.  Her guy.  Her husband.  She started the car.  For a
split-second she was afraid it wouldn't start, but at the third turn of the
starter motor the engine roared to life.  The right front and back
passengers were opened and the two passengers got in.  "Hit it, baby." was
the short command from her husband.  Check mirrors.  No traffic.  She drove
off, fast, but not very conspicuous.  Just three people in a hurry.

   "Hee-hee" crowed the guy in the back seat "As smooth as a babies
bottom!"

   "Shut up, Brian.  We're not in the clear yet." was the curt reply from
Andre, the big guy who was her husband and lover.  She looked around
nervously.  100 yards, 50 yards, right turn signal on, 25, brake, round the
corner into the alleyway.  Slow down.  There.  The next car, just as they
had left it parked.  The car slid to a halt.  She killed the engine and got
out, just as her fellow brethren in crime did.  In the back seat of the new
car, Brian removed his jacket and the orange wig covering his bald head. 
Andre took off his black sweater to reveal a baby-blue shirt.  She removed
her navy blue sweater and the baseball cap that kept her luscious blonde
hair in.

   Slowly, the new getaway car crept out of the alley, into the sunlight.
As she drove slowly back towards the bank.  A police car flashed by them,
sirens flashing in the direction from which they came, away from the bank.
On the back seat, Brian chuckled "God, the look on the face of that guard,
Andre.  Priceless." Andre grunted "Quiet.  Look normal.  Curious.".  The
car slid past the front of the back.  Two squad cars were parked
haphazardly on the curb.  An ambulance was between them.  She whimpered
"Don't tell me .."

   When they were past the bank, Andre turned to her and grinned "Yeah.  I
offed the guard.  Thought he was a hero, he did.  Thought I was a street
punk who'd never pull the trigger.  But I did.  One in the kneecap, one in
the other kneecap." And Brian said with glee "And then, when he lay
squirming on the floor, Andre walked up to him and shot him right between
the eyes.  Hehe.  So cool.  Just like in the movies." Andre grinned "Yeah.
Right between the eyes."

   "But ..  you promised?" she began as she turned the car around another
corner.  Into the the cool air of an underground parking lot.  Andre
shrugged "I know.  But it had to be done." He grinned again "It felt good."
Brian chuckled "And they all got real cooperative after that." Andre
laughed, but she didn't respond.  She parked the car in an empty space
seven slots away from the next and final getaway car.

   "Okay, all is clear.  Stash the loot in the next car." Andre said.  They
walked to the last car and got in, after putting the loot in the boot. 
Brian grabbed one of the prepared bags of clothes, took the car key with
him and went to the toilet block to change.  Now she was alone with Andre.
"Come here, baby, and give us a kiss.  We're almost free now." She sighed
and shimmied over, puckering her lips to give him a kiss.  But he just
wrapped his strong arms around her and forced his tongue into her mouth. 
She didn't try to struggle, she learnt to avoid that long ago.

   Bang-bang-bang-bang!  There was a rap of knuckles on the window.  It was
Brian.  Andre withdrew "Your turn to change, baby.  Give me the key of the
other car.  I'll go and set the incendiary bomb in the boot." Dutifully,
she rose from the car and walked to the ladies room.  She changed in one of
the stalls, stuffing her old clothes into the bag.  She washed her face and
quickly applied a little make-up.

   When she returned, Andre was waiting impatiently for her "Women!  Why
does it always have to take so long?  Key!" She gave him the key to the
last car.  She stuffed the bag of old clothes in the old car, next to the
incendiary device that would cause the gas tank to explode in a couple of
hours and thus destroy the evidence.

   "God, I've got such a hard on, Angela" cajoled Brian when she climbed in
the final car.  "Can't you give me a hand with that?" he pleaded.

   "Andre would kill me.  You know that." was her reply.  Suddenly, she
shivered.  She realized that he would indeed kill her.  Just like he had
killed the security guard.  Brian just laughed gleefully and continued to
tease her.  He unzipped and pulled his tool out, stroking it softly.  It
was very, very hard.  "Come on girl, show me something.  A bit of tit.  A
bit of ass.  Come on, baby." Anger flushed her cheeks and she gave him the
finger.  He laughed "Oh, a finger, you want to put that in my ass, baby? 
Oh, I would like that."

   Andre returned.  Grinning at Brian, he received the key from Angela, to
get rid of his old, black clothes, the ones he wore during the heist.  When
he returned he got in the front, next to her, giving her the key that would
start the final ride.  "Come on, baby, drive.  To the airport.  Brian put
your dick away.  I know you are horny.".  She started the car and backed
out of the slot.

   On the ramp up and out, Andre said "I'm horny too.  Got a boner ever
since we got rid of the guard.".  A little later he said, as Angela was
weaving the car through the busy traffic "Gotta fix those boners.  Can't be
having a big ol' boner in front of those cute ladies at the check-in desk
now, can we?"

   Brian chuckled.  Angela frowned.  As she drove up the ramp to the
highway leading to the airport, Andre said "Better stop at the service
station down the road, baby.  Park in the back.  There's two hard cocks
that need some lip service." She blinked, what was he getting at?  She
didn't mind giving Andre head, but Brian?  Andre grinned "That's right,
baby, I'm gonna let you give Brian some head too.  Just this once." Then he
laughed "And you better make it good, baby.  Or we might just ditch you. 
Plenty of girls in Rio for men of means."

   "Yeah" grunted Brian "I am so going to get me some nice pussy in Rio. 
Young and juicy." He flicked his tongue at her lewdly.  She bit her lip. 
Why did she go along with Andre?  What was the spell he held on her?  At
first, he had been so romantic, so gallant.  Opening doors for her,
candle-lit dinners, cuddling and necking in front of the fireplace.  But
that all changed since he lost his job and the house.  Our house, she
thought with regret at the amount of effort she had put in it to make it a
home.  A home for children that never came.  At their new squalid little
apartment Brian, his drinking buddy, had come instead.

   "Here, baby.  The service station" Andre broke her reverie.  Angela
pulled off the road.  She drew a deep breath.  Better get this over and
done with.  She pulled in an empty parking slot, behind a clump of bushes,
out of sight from the main service area.  She looked at her husband, almost
begging him with her eyes not to force her to give head to Brian.  But he
just he looked at her "Go on, baby, get in the back.  You suck Brian, while
I fuck you." Brian chuckled and moved to the side.

   The place she had parked in had seen more use as a quick meeting place.
When she got out of the car, she could see several used condoms on the
floor near the dustbin.  Her cheeks flushed with shame.  She climbed in the
back, where Brian had already pulled down his pants and swung his hard cock
at her.  Andre climbed in at her back and hiked up her skirt to the waist
and yanked down her panties.  He gave her a smack on her ass cheek "Come
on, baby, put Brian's dick in your mouth.  Now.".  Brian held his cock by
the base of stem and dangled it in front of her face.  She knew she had to
obey, Andre had mastered the art of beating her up his in places that
wouldn't be seen in public.

   "Get on with it, cunt!" Andre growled angrily.  She took Brian's cock in
his hand and placed her lips on the scummy head.  God.  Didn't he wash it
or something?  Bile formed, but she persevered, sucking the head and a
piece of stem in her mouth.  In her mouth it wasn't as bad as the reek it
had given off when it was just before her nose, but it was still pretty
ghastly.  She used her tongue to wipe of the scum as quickly as she could.
Meanwhile, Andre had used his strong hands to spread her legs.  He spat on
her cunt lips, which were of course still dry.  Using his hand he rubbed
his spit on her pussy.  He spat again, this time inserting a large finger
into her vagina with some spit.  She whimpered, the entry was still
painful.

   Brian loved every minute of his cock in her mouth "Goddamn, Andre, she's
actually licking it, the slut!" Andre grunted "Yeah, she's my little fuck
slut.  Not pretty to look at, but she does as she's told." He positioned
himself behind her ass cheeks, pulled out his finger and put his cock
before the entrance to her vagina.  "Here it comes, baby." he grunted as he
shoved his cock in slowly.  Her glands were working overtime to provide
some form of lubrication but they hadn't produced much yet.  She groaned,
it really hurt.  But that had been his style for the last couple of years,
just taking her whenever he wanted, not caring whether she was ready to
receive him or not.  So unlike he had been in the beginning.  Andre huffed
from exertion "And the bitch is still as fucking tight as a teenager.". 
Another smack on the ass cheek "Go on, baby, give Brian some head.  He's
earned it."

   Angela starting bobbing up and down Brian's cock dutifully.  At least
most of the scum was gone now, leaving only a pungent aftertaste.  Andre
slowly pulled and thrusted back in.  Tears began to well up in her eyes. 
This was so degrading.  So undeserved.  After all, she had prepared all the
paperwork, new IDs, new passports, new Social Security Numbers.  Even the
triple car switch and the incendiary bomb to cover their tracks had been
her idea.  All they had to do was steal the getaway cars and do the actual
robbery.  And now he'd just killed a man.

   Brian placed his hands on her head, slowly rocking with his hips to meet
her thrusts.  "Oh, yeah, baby, you are such a good little cocksucker.  You
taught her good, Andre."

   Andre grunted as he began to mash his tool in her now decently
lubricated pussy "Yeah, and she swallows it too.  But not this time, I want
your cum on her face, man." "Oh God, man, that is so fucking hot." groaned
Brian.  Andre's hands left her ass and he leaned over her, his hand moving
upwards, underneath her shirt.  He grabbed the top of her bra and pulled
the cups down, so her tits dangled free.  Using one hand he began to rub
and squeeze her tits.  He panted "Getting close there, Brian?"

   A groan was his reply "Yeah, almost ...  Come on, bitch!".  She didn't
have to do much.  Brian was doing all the work now.  He was yanking and
pushing her head on his prick, using her mouth as live fuck toy.  Not that
she could do much of anything, since she was now crying.  Andre's treatment
of her breasts was rough and mean.  She knew she would have raw nipples
during the entire flight to Rio.  And Brian was putting his cock too deep,
he kept on choking her.  She should get away from Andre, this new Andre the
bastard.  But if she did, he'd just kill her.  Just like he killed the
guard.  Or he'd chase her and beat her up.

   "Here it comes, man!" grunted Brian, pulling her back by her hair, the
long blonde luscious hair that had attracted Andre to her in the first
place.  The hair that received the first dollop of Brian's cum.  He mashed
his spouting cock against her tear streaked face, against her nose, against
her lips, covering her face with his semen.  Finally, he let go and fell
back against the cushions off the back seat, grinning "All done, man.  Your
turn."

   Andre removed his hand from her breasts, giving one of her nipples a
last twist and gripped her just beneath her armpits.  Then he began to
pound in her, fast and furious.  The car was shaking on it's wheels. 
Suddenly, he plunged in deep.  She could feel his cock twitch as he
unloaded his sperm into her belly.  He gasped.  Even though she was crying,
she knew the worst was over now and she began to relax a little bit.

   Andre slumped over her, spent for the moment.  His hands were on her
shoulders.  He was heavy as he regained his breath "Damn, that almost hurt,
so much cum." Brian was fondling his cock "Yeah, she's a real bucket of cum
now.  Pity, though." Andre laughed as he massaged her shoulders, close to
her neck "You did good, baby.  You did good.  Still, there's one more thing
we gotta do." Brian grinned.

   Andre's fingers wrapped around her neck, underneath her hair.  He pulled
her up, his cock still pulsing a little cum into her vagina.  She cringed.
All she wanted was to curl up in corner and wallow in her misery.  Brian
sat up and said "Can I do it?" Andre pulled her onto his lap, his strong
fingers soothing on her collar bone.  He said "We'll do it together.  Like
we planned." Brian's hands were on her breasts.  Angela wanted to shrink
away, but where to?  And Andre would be so angry.  He would slam his fist
against her pussy, like he'd done so many times when he got angry or
frustrated.

   "Oh God, my baby.  She's crying." whispered Andre and then he chuckled.
Why did he laugh?  "You think she knows?" whispered Brian.  Andre's fingers
moved around her neck.  Brian's hand moved up her chest.  "No" said Andre
softly.  "What?  What should I know?" she managed to say.  Andre's fingers
began to press on her neck.  Brian's hands joined his.

   "This, baby, this." whispered Andre in her ear "A new life, a new wife.
Loot split two-ways is better than three-ways.".  His strong hands squeezed
tight.  As if he wanted to wring his hands, but her neck was in the way. 
It hurt like hell.

   Panic.  She couldn't breathe.  She couldn't speak as her husbands
fingers squeezed her trachea shut.  Brian's hands had folded themselves
tightly just above her larynx.  It felt like they were trying the screw her
head off.  All she could do was squirm.  Squirm for her life.  But she was
pinned between them, unable to get away from their strong hands and her
husband's bulky frame.

   In a final moment of lucidity, she felt her husband's cock as hard as a
rock, still deep inside her.  Brian's cock was hard too and prodded against
her stomach.  Then her vision begin to blur.  Black spots appeared.  First
on the outer edge of vision.  More black spots appeared.  Dead center now.
Soon there was nothing but darkness as her lifeless body grew limp on her
husband's hard cock.  She could no longer feel him add an extra dollop of
cum to the portion he had shot in her before.

   THE END

   Copyright 2006, Amnesia

   Regards,

   Amnesia



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