The past month was hell. Moving from town to town, robbing bank after bank, Lillian "Lillie" Holley joined Dillinger's gang with her wood gun raised and ass hanging out at every one. By now, she racked up a number of sightings across three states. But it didn't register until she saw her face on a wanted poster, listing her "crimes" and reward.
$25. Next to Dillinger's $15,000 bounty, it showed how little the authorities thought of her. Truth be told, she probably would not have commanded any figure absent her association with the man who sat across the room from her this very moment. Crinkling the poster in her hands, she sighed and looked to her captor.
"Are you happy?" Lillian decried. "You've ruined me. I can't show my face anywhere anymore without people thinking I'm your girl."
"That's the idea, yeah," Dillinger said. "Look at it this way. Long as you do what we want when we want, you can stay with us. Speaking of. Why don't you show us why we're keepin you around."
Obeying him and the rest of the gang was a foregone conclusion. He didn't even need a gun anymore. Step out in public, and she'd wind up behind bars.
Lillian stripped. Out of her blouse, out of her skirt, she got on the floor and presented her breasts for approval. The pearls remained around her neck - the same she wore in what had become her mugshot. The men nodded and snickered their approval, while her chest heaved and flushed with a shame that crept eerily toward arousal.
Her nipples attested to that fact. Hardening to the cool open air, she let them show her worth - the only kind she still had.
"Nice tits."
"Thanks."
She couldn't fake delight, scowling and slumping her shoulders. She didn't have to, either. They liked her that way. Marring her looks with glares and wrinkles as she pleased them with her body.
"Maybe we should have one of the other girls turn her in for us, boss. Could make for a nice down payment on another car."
One of the other girls. She tried not to think about her new lot in life, how the gang owned her completely as she saucily shook her own girls to sweeten her appeal.
"Come on Red, can you put a price on these?"
"Yeah, we can. About twelve-fifty per. Maybe less if we're honest."
Red-faced, she gathered her clothes, stood and headed for the bedroom door when a finger snap ordered her to turn.
"Hey now Lillie, did I say you can leave?"
"No, sir," she said through gritted teeth.
"If Red thinks you ain't worth it, you'll just have to give him somethin extra. If you get my meanin."
Oh, she got his meaning. Tossing everything back onto the couch, she placed her hands on a nearby table and sensuously gyrated her hips. The flex of her ass as she performed like some stripper parted her cheeks every so often, exposing her wood gun. Still holstered. Always ready. Leaving her thankful that at least the wanted poster didn't reveal where she kept it.
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Lillian Holley, Gun Moll - pt 2
The past month was hell. Moving from town to town, robbing bank after bank, Lillian "Lillie" Holley joined Dillinger's gang with her wood gun raised and ass hanging out at every one. By now, she racked up a number of sightings across three states. But it didn't register until she saw her face on a wanted poster, listing her "crimes" and reward.
$25. Next to Dillinger's $15,000 bounty, it showed how little the authorities thought of her. Truth be told, she probably would not have commanded any figure absent her association with the man who sat across the room from her this very moment. Crinkling the poster in her hands, she sighed and looked to her captor.
"Are you happy?" Lillian decried. "You've ruined me. I can't show my face anywhere anymore without people thinking I'm your girl."
"That's the idea, yeah," Dillinger said. "Look at it this way. Long as you do what we want when we want, you can stay with us. Speaking of. Why don't you show us why we're keepin you around."
Obeying him and the rest of the gang was a foregone conclusion. He didn't even need a gun anymore. Step out in public, and she'd wind up behind bars.
Lillian stripped. Out of her blouse, out of her skirt, she got on the floor and presented her breasts for approval. The pearls remained around her neck - the same she wore in what had become her mugshot. The men nodded and snickered their approval, while her chest heaved and flushed with a shame that crept eerily toward arousal.
Her nipples attested to that fact. Hardening to the cool open air, she let them show her worth - the only kind she still had.
"Nice tits."
"Thanks."
She couldn't fake delight, scowling and slumping her shoulders. She didn't have to, either. They liked her that way. Marring her looks with glares and wrinkles as she pleased them with her body.
"Maybe we should have one of the other girls turn her in for us, boss. Could make for a nice down payment on another car."
One of the other girls. She tried not to think about her new lot in life, how the gang owned her completely as she saucily shook her own girls to sweeten her appeal.
"Come on Red, can you put a price on these?"
"Yeah, we can. About twelve-fifty per. Maybe less if we're honest."
Red-faced, she gathered her clothes, stood and headed for the bedroom door when a finger snap ordered her to turn.
"Hey now Lillie, did I say you can leave?"
"No, sir," she said through gritted teeth.
"If Red thinks you ain't worth it, you'll just have to give him somethin extra. If you get my meanin."
Oh, she got his meaning. Tossing everything back onto the couch, she placed her hands on a nearby table and sensuously gyrated her hips. The flex of her ass as she performed like some stripper parted her cheeks every so often, exposing her wood gun. Still holstered. Always ready. Leaving her thankful that at least the wanted poster didn't reveal where she kept it.