This choice: "No, You gotta do this alone for now." • Go Back...Chapter #6Solo Robbery by: Unknown "Do this alone, honey." Mighty Mouth tells you. It briefly occurs to you that robbing the bank will be harder without backup, before your drugged mind realises that, as an order given by Mighty Mouth, it is flawless in it's logic, and should be followed to the bitter end.
"Grab as much dough as you can, than get your sweet ass back to my hideout. Got it?" Mistress Mighty Mouth asks. You nod, and she distances herself from what is soon to be the scene of the crime.
Taking one breath to steady yourself, you attack your swinging rope to a point above the door of the bank and leap off the roof. Gravity carries you and the rope in an arc, and you barrel straight through the front doors of the bank. Rolling when you hit the ground, you stand upright and scan the area. Your mask's smart vision instantly picks out the bank vault.
"Hawkboy, what's the meaning of this?" A security guard, an older guy with a bit of a pot belly, asks, approaching. "There's no crime here..."
Taking him by surprise, you sent him to the floor with a powerful right hook. It would seem you've already recovered most of the energy Mighty Mouth sucked away. He clutches his broken nose briefly, before fading out of consciousness. The other guard is across the room, between a few patrons, already drawing his gun.
Thinking quickly, you dart forwards, shooting your rope around his ankle and pulling him off his feet. His revolver goes off when it hits the ground, putting a tiny hole in the roof of the bank. Closing the distance between you and the guard, you finish him off with a quick curbstomp.
You bear down on the teller, a slightly plump blonde girl in a low cut silk blouse. Her blue eyes are already adorned with tears.
"Hawkboy, what's going on?! I thought you were a hero!" She says. You can hear the fear in her voice.
"Open the vault." You say, with single minded determination.
"Heroes don't do things like this!" She continues.
"OPEN THE VAULT!" You screech. Putting your fist into the protective glass between the two of you and very nearly shattering the pane.
Terrified, the poor creature has no other way of saving herself. The vault slowly swings open, revealing it's horded treasures.
You storm inside. You know you have to be quick. The blonde bombshell on the counter, while not as arrestingly beautiful as your mistress Mighty Mouth, will no doubt be activating the silent alarm at any minute. While you have no doubt you could escape the police, you have no intention of fighting them until Mighty Mouth instructs otherwise.
A bulge forms in your pants as you fill four large satchels with as many hundred dollar bills as they can safely contain. Mighty Mouth will be so pleased. And that means your rewards will be great. More kisses, the opportunity to play with Mouth's feet, and even a strength sapping but insanely pleasurable blowjob. Truly, no man in Footropolis can hope for more.
The sheer weight of Mighty Mouth's haul causes you to stagger as you leave the vault.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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